Emily's First Job Ch. 05

The urge to pee woke Emily. As she stirred, she was disoriented at first. She looked around the room, taking in her surroundings; this was not the tiny windowless closet she had at her house. This was a vast sprawling room, with a large bed decorated with plush bedding, just behind her.

It came flowing back to her as she scampered into the bathroom, careful not to rouse Ms. Sinclair. She was sold; her mother had sold her to her friend. She now belonged to the older woman and was her maid or her whore? As Emily relieved herself in the toilet she wasn't quite sure which she was.

However, she was sure what her next task would be. It was to wake her owner, her boss, Ms. Sinclair. Cleaning herself after using the toilet, Emily winced. The memory of being whipped the previous day flooded back.

She fell on all fours, this was her place. She had to remember or that or feel the kiss of the whip again. She slowly crawled out of the bathroom and looked to the alarm clock on the night stand. It was nearly eight in the morning. She needed to wake her boss.

Gingerly, Emily climbed up in the bed. It was soft, so comfortable. She was careful to slip under the covers beside Ms. Sinclair. Burrowing under the blankets she snaked her body between her owner's long, beautifully toned legs.

To her surprise, her boss slept naked. This made her task of waking her very easy. She brought her face to her owner's mound and began to kiss the outer lips. She had previously seen them aroused, swollen, and glistening in her sweet juices. Now they were sealed in a line, concealing her inner lips and clit.

It didn't take long before Ms. Sinclair began to stir. The more Emily's pink tongue slid over her slit and her lips pursed against the outer lips, the more aroused Ms. Sinclair came. A low moan came from her, and Emily slipped her tongue between the growing outer lips.

The heat Emily found in Ms. Sinclair's sex startled her. She groaned herself tasting her boss's sweet juice and sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue swirled figure eights, around Ms. Sinclair's cum button, and down around the opening of her channel. Her tongue swiped the inner lips and then back up to her clit.

Emily really was getting into it, the louder Ms. Sinclair came. She knew she was doing a good job. Ms. Sinclair turned onto her back fully and pulled her legs up, bent at the knee, with her feet planted on the mattress. Ms. Sinclair's hands came into Emily's hair. She gripped fistfuls of hair and tugged Emily's head into her sex further.

Emily's nose pressed against the cum button as her tongue began to slide in and out of the spasming hole. Ms. Sinclair groaned lifting her hips. She was now rubbing her dripping sex all over Emily's face.

"You are learning to be a good little cunt licker whore, don't stop!" Ms. Sinclair's voice was husky and filled with lust.

Emily tried to respond but her mouth was filled with Ms. Sinclair's pussy. Emily ran her teeth gently over the outer lips, nibbling on them before she pressed her tongue against Ms. Sinclair's cum button. It didn't take long, Ms. Sinclair exploded as her legs trembled. The flow of cream covered Emily's face as Ms. Sinclair orgasmed.

Once she came down she pet Emily's hair. "Such a good whore I have bought. Come now. You are my personal maid, my personal toy, my little fuck hole. You are going to shower me."

Emily's own sex was pulsing in need. She had been so turned on by the noises Ms. Sinclair made that she was aching to be touched. As Ms. Sinclair slipped from the bed gracefully, Emily awkwardly crawled out from the covers, tangled in the sheets, and then nearly fell out of the bed. Ms. Sinclair laughed at Emily causing Emily to blush.

"So stupid sometimes."

Emily hung her head. She hated being reminded that she wasn't smart. Ms. Sinclair snapped her fingers and continued to the master suite bathroom. Emily quickly crawled behind her. She had a lot to do to keep her job and keep her boss happy.

"You will get the shower water warm enough for me." Ms. Sinclair sat herself on the toilet and pointed to the glass enclosed shower.

Emily nodded and immediately began to play with the faucet as she heard Ms. Sinclair's stream it the water in the toilet. She was thankful that Ms. Sinclair didn't use her as her personal toilet that time. It had turned her stomach last time.

Emily heard the fingers snap again and she turned her head sharply as the water heated. Ms. Sinclair was standing, let's parted wide just outside the shower. "Come pet, clean me."

Emily whimpered and slowly crawled toward Ms. Sinclair. As she reached her, Ms. Sinclair's hand came out of nowhere and flew across Emily's face. Emily couldn't help herself she cried out in pain with the force and the sting, her head flung to the side.

"You ungrateful little cunt. Everything I offer you is an honor and a gift. For the rest of the day you will be drinking my golden streams for that little show of disrespect. Do you want to go back to your mother whore? I thought you wanted to be a good fuck hole?"

Emily's mouth fell open, she was terrified. "No! No Ms. Sinclair I do! I want to be good. I do want to be good for you. I am sorry, please don't. Please don't send me back."

"I have half a mind to return you. You're fucking stupid, you are ungrateful, and you don't seem to accept your place as a whore."

"Please Ms. Sinclair, please don't. I will be good from now on I promise. Please, I want to be good. I just don't know how. I am sorry I am so dumb Ms. Sinclair, please."

Ms. Sinclair's arms crossed over her chest while Emily's heart pounded. She didn't want to go back to her mom. She wanted to be good. She wanted to do whatever this woman told her to do. She had to.

"Then clean my pussy."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair, thank you Ms. Sinclair."

Emily brought her mouth to the apex of Ms. Sinclair's thighs. Her tongue ran over the wet lips she had just worshiped. The pungent flavor and sour smell filled her mouth and nose. She gagged a bit but did her best to lap it all away. She continued to suck and lick until the flavor changed to the sweet wetness she had licked before.

"That's better." Ms. Sinclair pushed Emily back. "Now, get in that shower. It is your job to ensure that I am bathed clean and proper."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair."

Emily stepped into the shower; the warm spray of water over her body was nice. She enjoyed the feeling but quickly moved out of the spray so her boss could take her place. Ms. Sinclair, ever graceful, stepped into the shower and positioned herself under the spray.

The first thing Emily grabbed was the shampoo. She squirted a hearty blob into the palm of her hand and worked her hands together. Ms. Sinclair crouched just a bit, since she was taller than Emily, to allow Emily ease in access. Emily worked the shampoo into lather as she scrubbed Ms. Sinclair's hair. She massaged her scalp and smiled hearing Ms. Sinclair moan. She was proud that she could please her boss.

Ms. Sinclair dipped her head into the flowing water. Emily rinsed her hands, relishing the warmth of the water. She was so cold out of the flow of it, and her body was covered in goose bumps and her nipples could cut glass.

Emily grabbed the conditioner and repeated the process with Ms. Sinclair's hair. She worked the cream from Ms. Sinclair's skull to the tips of her hair. She massaged her scalp again and noted that Ms. Sinclair shivered as she did it.

While Ms. Sinclair rinsed the conditioner from her hair, Emily sought out the loofa and liquid body wash. Discovering a bottle with flowers on it, Emily snapped the lid open. The fragrant aroma of lilies filled the shower. Pouring an ample amount onto the loofa, Emily worked it into a sudsy pile.

Starting with Ms. Sinclair's shoulders, she scrubbed gently working her way over her scapula, over her arms, down to her fingers, then back up her shoulders. The bubbles cascaded down her spine while Emily worked at cleansing Ms. Sinclair's back. Stopping momentarily at the base of her spine, the small of her back, Emily took a deep breath. She worked the loofa over Ms. Sinclair's perfect heart shaped ass.

Emily was sure she paid particular attention to each globe of flesh. She worked the loofa slowly between the crack of Ms. Sinclair's ass. Another groan came from her. Emily worked the loofa down the crack over to the slit that she had just worshipped.

Emily fell to her knees, concentrating on her task and from behind cleaned Ms. Sinclair's body diligently. Ms. Sinclair turned after Emily, begrudgingly, moved from her sex and washed the full length of her long legs.

Ms. Sinclair towered over her. Her crotch nearly pressed against Emily's face. Emily looked up at her, in awe of the woman. She was pure class and power. Emily's heart fluttered and her sex pulsed. It was begging to be touched, begging to be toyed with by this beautiful woman.

Ms. Sinclair looked down at her and smiled. "Don't stop whore, you were doing a good job for once."

"Yes Ms. Sinclair, thank you."

Emily continued to work the loofa up Ms. Sinclair's body. The bubbles falling as Emily reached the cleft of Ms. Sinclair's sex. Emily wanted to taste it again. She found she loved the flavor and wanted to bring this woman to orgasm again just for the sole purpose of enjoying her taste. She fought the urge.

Instead, Emily used the loofa to stimulate her sex. She worked it up to Ms. Sinclair's mound and applied slight pressure. Ms. Sinclair moaned and placed her hand on Emily's head. Emily raised slowly, her eyes on Ms. Sinclair's and began to run the loofa up her taunt belly over the swell of her beautiful breasts.

Emily licked her lips; she wanted to taste her nipples. She wanted to lick them and bite them. She had never realized she liked girls before. It wasn't until she began working for Ms. Sinclair she had had these thoughts. She just wanted to be a good whore, a good maid, or whatever she was. She really wasn't sure. She just knew she wanted to be good at it.

Once Ms. Sinclair was thoroughly cleaned she stepped out of the shower. Emily felt like a popsicle. She was instructed to bathe herself while Ms. Sinclair dressed. Emily couldn't hide her disappointment that Ms. Sinclair did not play with her. She wanted to be a fuck toy; didn't that mean she got fucked? Sulking, alone in the shower, she began to wash her own hair.