Executive Decision

[Angeleyz]

The little voice in the back of Angela's mind was calling for her to snap out of it... This was behavior most unbecoming, and that she should be ashamed of what he was doing as he pushed further and further into her mouth and that she was doing nothing to stop him. She knew she should heed that little voice, but some part of her wouldn't listen, no matter how much it contradicted with her parents' rules.

And then he did something that caused her small frame to heave as if she were going to be sick and she was flooded with a sense of panic. Oh God, what is he doing to me?!

Relax, Kitten.

Her little voice became hysterical, telling her to fight against the almost hypnotic quality of his deep voice as her body began to obediently comply with his instructions on how to breath as her muscles started to go slack. It did make it a little easier, although she still wanted nothing more than to pull away. Pull away... Why can't I pull away?!?

Very Good, Miss Johnson.

Angela wanted to cry as she realized how much she wanted those words, no needed those words. What was wrong with her? She was on her knees with a stranger's manhood in her mouth, and she was thrilled to hear his words of praise?! She was clearly losing her mind...

Caught up in her mental anguish, she didn't register his increased movements until she was having a harder and harder time breathing despite trying to breath through her nose. Her nails cut into his skin as her agitation increased, although he seemed not to notice. Just when she thought she might pass out, she felt a sudden hot rush explode down her throat and she bucked hard against her body's sudden desire to heave.

 

[cgraven]

Lawrence smiled as Angela slowly bent his will. How sweetly adorable she looked there on her knees her sweet pink lips “O”ed around his mammoth ebony cock her little white button nose pressed to his wiry groin as she desperately tried to please him. Oh how she fought to swallow his gushing, jetting cum as it filled her tight little throat and mouth. All the while his deep base voice praising her for being such a Good Girl and How Pleased he was with hers. His words of praise to wrapping around the little chestnut haired beauty.

“Jordan, Lawrence……….playing with Miss Johnson….are we?”

Came Julia Merchants cool crisp voice as she slowly clapped her hands. Her regal face was unreadable as she mockingly applauded Angela’s erotic little performance. With Mrs. Merchant’s arrival all chances for Angela Johnson’s escape evaporated.

“Miss Johnson clean yourself up and return to your room now.”

Julia Stood there towering over the young beauty and despite her diminutive stature she seemed to tower over Mr. Lawrence and Jordan.

“Miss Johnson you have a very Busy day ahead of you and you will need all the rest you can get this evening.”

With that Julia stepped to the side and held out her hand indicating that Angela should rise and now go to her room.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela shuddered with the effort it took to swallow, wanting to tear herself away from Lawrence so that she could take some badly needed breaths. The little voice in her head was starting up again, trying to fight the darkly seductive words Lawrence was casting about. It somehow sensed the apparently damaged flaw in her character that was susceptible to the weakness these people promoted. The weakness that had her on her knees, her mouth on Lawrence in a fashion that would give her parents joint heart attacks. The weakness that somehow craved the soft words of praise.

She tried to focus on being able to go home, to be free of these people.Go to confession... Home, she'd be going home soon... Surely just a few more minutes and they'd release her... Let her slip out before...

Jordan, Lawrence… playing with Miss Johnson… are we?

Angela flinched at the sound of Mrs Merchant's voice behind her, knowing that she had lost the opportunity to get away. The slow clapping unnerved her, and she was unsure what it might signify. She had a horribly sinking feeling that either Jordan or Lawrence... or both of them... would tell the Merchants of her panicked flight, and she couldn't even fathom what they'd say about that.

Miss Johnson, clean yourself up and return to your room now.

Reluctantly pulling away from Lawrence, Angela's cheeks reddened as he slipped out of her mouth with an audible slurp. Peeking up at Mrs Merchant, she tried to gauge what the older lady might be thinking, but her coolly composed expression gave nothing away.

Miss Johnson, you have a very Busy day ahead of you, and you will need all the rest you can get this evening.

Watching Mrs Merchant step away and point imperially towards the interior of the house, Angela's stomach lurched. Need all the rest I can get for what...? She wanted to protest... to plead with her current employer that she was singularly unqualified for this job, but the severe expression of her face cut those thoughts short.

"Yes, Mrs Merchant," she said softly, looking around for the blanket she had been wrapped in earlier.

 

[cgraven]

Julia Merchant could not help but notice how sweetly and how very diligently this young beauty had been orally servicing Lawrence. Oh she might later stammer that she had been forced and Julia had no doubts that there may has been some cohesion but still that did not explain her truly devoted efforts to please the bony giant.

"Yes, Mrs. Merchant,"

Angela demurely replied as she searched for something to cover her naked perfection.

“I said go to your room Now Miss Johnson.”

Julia imperiously intoned as Jordan snatched Angela blanket from the floor leaving the young beauty no option but to go to her room naked as the day she was born.

Julia smiled wickedly as she watched the soft sensual sway of the young beauty’s hips. The Mistress of Rève Noir ran the tip of her tongue over her moist ripe lips at the thoughts of what she would do to the delicious Miss Johnson.

Angela found the outfit that had been laid out for her in the morning, a pair of 6inch black stiletto hells, a little scrape of lacy that could hardly be called panties, and a corset that would huge the girl’s figure its demi cups leaving her breasts bared and thrust up and out as if offering them to the viewer. The blouse was sheer fabrication that was translucent with but two buttons the first just above her naval leaving the sensual curve of her firm young breast clearly visible. The dove grey business suit’s skirt helm was 3 inches above her knees and the jacket molded to her figure like a second skin. There was a knock at Angela’s door.

“Mr. and Mrs. Merchants require your presence in the Dining room Miss Johnson.”

Jordan called through Angela’s door. Her words followed by a malicious little laugh.

 

[Angeleyz]

I said go to your room Now, Miss Johnson.

Flinching at the marked displeasure in Mrs Merchant's cool voice, Angela had just spotted the blanket when Jordan all but snatched it from under her nose, giving her the most wickedly smug smile as if she wanted her to have to walk around in this shameful state. Why does she hate me so much?!

Not wanting to further incite Mrs Merchant, Angela forced herself to do as she had been told, although she was terrified she'd run into Mr Merchant too the way her luck was going. Hands clenched in tight fists to keep from screaming in frustration over how close she had come to freedom, she walked as quickly as she could to her room and quietly shut the door.

Leaning against her closed door, Angela tried to marshal her thoughts. How was she going to get out of this place? Wringing her hands together, she stewed about it, but was unable to think of a single way except... Her head came up at the thought. Perhaps Mrs Merchant would be so displeased as to what she had witnessed that she would tell Mr Merchant that she should be terminated immediately. Oh thank god... Surely that's the case...

Pushing away from the door, Angela soon discovered the only clothes in the room were part of another scandalous outfit. Thinking that the items were getting shorter and shorter, she hoped that the Merchants sacked her before she ran the risk of walking around practically naked. She was contemplating taking a shower in the hopes that it would make her feel clean again, when a crisp knock sounded on the door, nearly startling a cry from her at its unexpectedness.

Mr. and Mrs. Merchant require your presence in the Dining room, Miss Johnson.

The sound of Jordan's laughter filling her ears, Angela looked towards the bathroom with longing. She didn't know what to do. Mrs Merchant had said to clean herself up, but they were calling her to the dining room. There was no way she could get into the corset without help, but she didn't wanted to admit that to Jordan, who seemed to hate her very presence here. Why didn't she let me go when she could?

Rubbing her head wearily, Angela waited a minute before asking tentatively through the door, "Jordan? Am I suppose to clean up first or go there now?"

 

[cgraven]

It had been in the dead of night when Angela Johnson had returned to her room after Mrs. Merchant had chastised her and sent her to her room as if she was a wayward child. Now the cold gray Iight of an overcast day crept over her window sill. When Jordan had rapped on Angela’s door with her orders from the Merchants.

"Jordan? Am I supposed to clean up first or go there now?"

Jordan smiled wickedly as she heard the shy little girl voice timidly call to her seeking guidance.

“ The Master and Mistress will want you to bath first, ………..”

The little golden beauty paused for a moment as she leaned against the hall wall and examined her perfectly manicured nails.

“They like their girls scrubbed all pink and pretty Miss Johnson.”

Again that wicked smile bowed her lips as she added.

“ Will you need help dressing Miss Johnson……….If so It will cost you just a little for my help.”

Jordan continued to examine her nails as she waited for Angela response and knowing quite well she had not mastered the mysteries of her corset yet.

 

[Angeleyz]

The Master and Mistress will want you to bath first...

Angela sighed in relief as Jordan confirmed she'd be able to clean up prior to seeing the Merchants. Well wash her body anyway... She wasn't sure if she'd ever feel totally clean any time soon after everything she had done or had done to her in her brief stay so far.

They like their girls scrubbed all pink and pretty, Miss Johnson.

There was something in the way Jordan's voice came through the door that told Angela that she once again had that hateful smile on her face and she felt a twisting sensation in her stomach.

Will you need help dressing, Miss Johnson... If so, it will cost you just a little for my help.

Angela's mouth opened and closed silently. Oh how she didn't want to have to ask for assistance from Jordan. Who knew what she would demand for the help?! Perhaps she'd be able to figure it out on her own... Her shoulders slumped as she thought, 'Yeah, and perhaps I'll grow wings and fly out of here.' She gulped before asking, "C-c-cost me, Jordan?"

 

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"C-c-cost me, Jordan?"

Angela voice was trembling and that brought a smile to Jordan’s moist ripe lips.

“Don’t worry my sweet girl I shall not require you to please me as you did earlier this evening.”

The little golden beauty enjoyed reminding Angela just how far she had sunk, what she had done, how she had defiled herself in her abortive bid for freedom.

“All it will cost you my dear is to let me wash that gorgeous body of yours.”

Jordan cooed. Just the thoughts of getting her hands on the young beauty’s supple young body again had Jordan gasping in anticipation. She could already feel her hands on Angela’s gorgeous young body. Slick hands fondling the young girl’s firm young breasts, those soapy hands massaging the firm cheeks of her tight little ass, a finger teasing her dark little virginal star. Moist fingers sliding across Angela’s soft pink folds and rolling the girl’s little pearl of passion under her finger tips. Oh How she would make her stand with her hands at the nape of her neck as she slowly finger fucked the young girl till she trembled in need and then she would deny her and leave her wanting and need for the Master and Mistress.

“Well Miss Johnson too high a price to pay, or shall you disappoint the Merchants.”

Jordan waited for Angela’s answer for her to once more to surrender to her.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela waited tensely for Jordan's answer, fingernails biting into her palms as she worried what outrageous demand the young lady might make.

Don’t worry, my sweet girl, I shall not require you to please me as you did earlier this evening.

Her head dropped forward and her shoulders slumped as the taunting words hit home. She couldn't believe the things she had done to her and Lawrence in her desperate attempt to leave. Shameful things that had done no good... Shameful things that she had.... Done in order to go home... Nothing more!

All it will cost you, my dear, is to let me wash that gorgeous body of yours.

Angela gasped in astonishment at Jordan's words. What in the world was wrong with these people that they could even make such a suggestion? Her stomach clenched at the thought and she was horrified by an almost tingling sensation in her nether region. Sweet merciful heavens, forget them... What's wrong with me?!?!?!

Well Miss Johnson, too high a price to pay, or shall you disappoint the Merchants?

Chewing on a fingernail, Angela wanted desperately to say no. Something was happening to her. Something very bad... But there was no way she'd be able to get dressed by herself, and as much as she'd dearly like to say no.... She didn't want to disappoint the Merchants either.

Sighing, she answered miserably, "No, Jordan..." and waited to hear the certain cackle of unholy glee from the other side of the door.

 

[cgraven]

"No, Jordan..."

Jordan smiled as Angela sighed measurably. She listened for the soft click of the door’s lock and the creak of its hinges as the trapped little beauty opened the door read to make her deal with the devil.

“A wise decision Miss Johnson.”

So like a lamb to the slaughter Jordan led the defeated young beauty in for her bath. Jordan’s hands slid over Angela’s gorgeous young body. Slick hands fondling the young girl’s firm young breasts, those soapy hands massaging the girl’s firm cheeks of her tight little ass, a finger teasing her dark little virginal star. Moist fingers sliding across Angela’s soft pink folds, caressing, teasing, and rolling the girl’s little pearl of passion under her finger tips. Oh How Jordan delighted in making Angela stand there with her hands at the nape of her neck as she slowly finger fucked the young girl till she trembled in need and then she would denied her and left her wanting and needy for the Master and Mistress. The golden beauty then led the panting and gasping Angela into the bedroom. She took her time in dressing her letting her soft hands keep the hapless young beauty on the edge, that dark sensual relief just beyond her grasp. Jordan delighted in tightly cinching Angela into the scandalous corset. The sweet musky fragrance of Angela’s arousal hung heavy in the air of the small room.

Fully clothed now in her scandalous outfit Jordan gave her an intimate pat on her firm little ass.

“The Master and Mistress are waiting you in the dining room Miss Johnson.”

 

[Angeleyz]

With a heavy heart, Angela turned to face the door. She raised a trembling hand towards the lock and then paused. She didn't want to do this. She knew somehow that Jordan wasn't going to simply help her wash, and the knowledge terrified her. Why couldn't she have let her go before Mrs Merchant showed up? Why?!?!

She knew it was bad when she actually looked at the window and wondered if she'd be able to make it out that way. Considered it and filed it away for later. Going out the window naked seemed to be worse than whatever devilry Jordan might be cooking up, so she forced herself to turn the lock and slowly opened the door for the smirking blonde.

A wise decision, Miss Johnson.

The next hour was every bit as bad as Angela had imagined, and in some ways was even worse. Jordan's hands touched every part of her body, and she couldn't do a thing to stop it. Her breasts, her stomach, her legs... Oh god, even her bottom felt her soapy touch. And she purposefully lingered.. Lingered on her breasts until her nipples were strangely tender and her legs felt wobbly. And she probed... Sweet mother of God... she probed places that she had no business probing, and what reminded her of Lawrence's dark threats if she didn't kneel before him.

Angela cringed as Jordan touched her... intimately... Again and again. Touched her and made her legs tremble. Made her breath catch and her mouth open and close silently. Used her fingers to... like they were... Oh god she was so confused. She wanted to... needed to... She needed it to end... Wanted it to end... Prayed for it to end...

And then abruptly it did, only to start up again when Jordan toweled off her shaking body and then slowly, oh God too slowly helped her get dressed. Until by the time she was dressed, she felt funny... Funny and squirmy and... wet.

The Master and Mistress are waiting you in the dining room, Miss Johnson.

Angela looked at Jordan in cloudy confusion before she remembered that she was to report to the Merchants. Her breasts tingled, her insides were clenching and releasing and she wasn't sure her legs were going to carry her the entire way on the ridiculously high heels they kept putting her in.

"R-r-right," she managed to squeak out, "Dining room." And so saying, she carefully made her way out the room, down the stairs and to the dining room, uncaring if Jordan was following her or not as she struggled to get herself under control.

 

[cgraven]

Angela had to suffer the indignities of being bathed and seductively assaulted by Jordan. The little golden haired beauty taking the most indecent liberties with the hapless young girl’s gorgeous supple young body. Jordan smiled wickedly as Angela now bathed and dressed left to heed her Mistress’s call the girl’s frustrated sexual arousal clinging to her, bathing her in a sweet dark musky scent that Jordan knew would please her Mistress.

Julia and Alex Merchant sat regally in the dining room like a king and queen holding court. Angela summoned before them to answer for her earlier behavior.

“Mrs. Johnson I was shocked to find you on your knees orally pleasing Mr. Lawrence.”

There was a silence that hung heavey in the room as Angela was accused of the most sinful behavior as if she were a wayward child while Mrs. Merchant chastised her. When Angela tried to stammer a response Julia placed a single finger on the girl’s moist ripe lips to silence her. It was not enough that Angela had to endue that shameful reminder of what she had done in an effort to gain her freedom but that Mrs. Merchant had caught her in such a compromising position and Now to have Lawrence and Jordan both witnessing her chastisement.

“My dear Mrs. Johnson your performance with Lawrence was quite amateurish!....Now Pay attention.”

Julia turned her attentions to the golden haired beauty.”

“Jordan show our Miss Johnson how to properly please a man with your mouth and body.”

Yes Mistress Julia.”

Came the girl’s meek reply.

The first thing Jordan did was strip to the waist her firm young breast proudly displayed for all to see. Then she went to Alex Merchant and knelt before him her eyes meeting his only briefly before demurely lowering.

“May I please you Master.”

Alex gave a little nod and Jordan took his cock, and pressed it between her firm young breasts and then rising up on her knees and then lowering back down she ran his cock between her breasts.

“See how Jordan prepares him and teases him Miss Johnson.”

As Julia spoke she stood behind the shocked Angela, hr hands cupping the girl’s breasts and rolling her nipples under the pad of her thumbs.

“See how she now teases the tip of his cock with her little pink tongue.”


Julia gave Angela’s nipples a sharp little pinch and a firm little tug.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela teetered slowly down the hallway and inside the dining room where she saw the Merchants sitting together with Lawrence standing off to the side. Unsure if she was supposed to wait or not, she paused uncertainly just inside the room; however, a little shove in the small of her back from a trailing Jordan had her stumbling right up to them, her cheeks flushing over her clumsiness.

Standing before them, she looked at Mr and Mrs Merchant who regarded her with equally somber faces and quickly turned her gaze to the floor. 'This is it,' she thought with an equal measure of dread and relief, 'They're going to say I'm terminated.'

Ms Johnson, I was shocked to find you on your knees orally pleasing Mr. Lawrence.

Her sharp intake of breath, seemingly loud in the quiet room, signaled her shock that Mrs Merchant would talk about the compromised position she had found her in earlier... especially in front of the others. "I'm s-s-s...," she tried to apologize, but Mrs Merchant put a finger to her lips, instantly silencing her.

My dear Ms Johnson, your performance with Lawrence was quite amateurish!....Now Pay attention.

Of all the things Angela had expected Mrs Merchant to say next, it wasn't a performance assessment. Why couldn't they just fire her and let her go? Did they really have to discuss it?!

Jordan, show our Miss Johnson how to properly please a man with your mouth and body.

Yes, Mistress Julia.

Angela's head shot up at Mrs Merchant's direction to Jordan, but her mouth visibly opened when she heard Jordan's meek response. Oh no... Please tell me that they're kidding... She couldn't believe her eyes when the younger woman removed her top without hesitation and then knelt in front of Mr Merchant.

May I please you, Master?

Looking around the room to see if anyone else thought this was wrong, Angela caught sight of Lawrence staring at her with that intense look of his and her gaze skittered away nervously, just in time to see Mr Merchant's silent assent and Jordan's odd movements. What in the world?!?

See how Jordan prepares him and teases him, Miss Johnson.

Angela couldn't believe what she was witnessing. Couldn't believe Mrs Merchant was commenting on it as casually as someone might comment about a new painting in an art gallery. Couldn't contain her flinch when Mrs Merchant slipped her arms around her back and began to play with her breasts.

See how she now teases the tip of his cock with her little pink tongue.

Mrs Merchant's voice had lowered to almost a whisper as she provided her husky commentary all the while rolling Angela's nipples between her fingers. Unable to look away, Angela saw Jordan lean forward and do just as Mrs Merchant said. It left her with a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, although she wasn't sure if it was from watching this sordid activity or from the way Mrs Merchant was touching her. It was so inappropriate. It was so wrong. It was so... deeply embarrassing the way she moaned when her nipples were pinched and tugged.

 

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Julia smiled as she felt Angela’s nipples stiffen to her touch and words. She loved how the young beauty squirmed in her arms. Julia’s commanding eyes caught Lawrence’s and the ebony giant took several steps towards them.

“ I think we can do away with the necessity of your suit jacket Miss Johnson.”

Julia loosed the two buttons of Angela’s jacket and slipped it from her shoulders. Julia’ s hands rested o the young girl’s hips for just a moment before they once more slid up the sensual curves of Angela’s torso to once more cup her breasts and tormented her now rose pink nipples.

“See how Jordan “O”s her sweet moist lips around the thick shaft of Mr. Merchant’s cock Miss Johnson.”
Julia let one hand slip from Angela’s breasts, let it slide down over the flat plane of the young innocent’s abdomen, her hand fanning out over her sweet hot pussy beneath her skirt.

“ By how hot you are my dear.”

Julia whispered into Angela ear her teeth grating across the girl’s ear lobe.

“See what a Good Girl Jordan is as she tilts her head just so offering her tight little throat to Mr. Merchant pleasure Angela.”

Julia gave the girl’s nipple a sharp pinch.

“ Remove your blouse young Lady.”

 

[Angeleyz]

I think we can do away with the necessity of your suit jacket, Miss Johnson.

Angela wondered why she didn't offer even the tiniest bit of resistance when Mrs Merchant's fingers so nimbly divested her of her jacket, but she was distracted by the sight of what Jordan was doing to Mr Merchant. Look away.... I should look away...

The feeling of Mrs Merchant's hands sliding up her body caused her to tremble slightly, and the movement became more pronounced when she once again began playing with her sensitive nipples. 'Dear Lord, I can't like this, can I?' she thought in horror as once again little moans threatened to escape.

See how Jordan “O”s her sweet moist lips around the thick shaft of Mr. Merchant’s cock , Miss Johnson.

Her unwilling eyes once more regained focus as she saw the way Jordan took Mr Merchant in her mouth, looking like she was in seventh heaven. There was something about the little tableau that had captured her attention, and she wasn't sure if it was the act itself or how Mrs Merchant narrated it or both, but she knew, simply knew, that this was the unspeakable acts that her parents had hinted about. When Mrs Merchant trailed her hand over her stomach and came to rest just over her private area, Angela wondered if she was tracing the path of liquid warmth that seemed to be spreading through her.

My how hot you are, my dear.

Angela's eyes closed slightly as Mrs Merchant whispered in her ear before she managed to shake her head as if to clear it from the seductive haze that was slowly, but surely enveloping her.

See what a Good Girl Jordan is as she tilts her head just so offering her tight little throat to Mr. Merchant pleasure, Angela.

Angela obediently looked, although a small voice tried almost tiredly to say no. It was just as Mrs Merchant said, and she wondered how Jordan managed to look so relaxed, remembering the waves of panic that had swamped her earlier when she struggled to please Lawrence in her bid for freedom.

Remove your blouse, young Lady.

Angela gasped aloud when her poor nipple was pinched and turned to look at Mrs Merchant in supplication. "Please, Mrs Merchant...." she began with a quiver in her voice, "aren't you terminating me?"

 

[cgraven]

Oh how Julia loved tempting Angela’s sweet supple young body. How deliciously responsive it was. How Julia loved the way she squirmed as she toy with the young girl’s nipples and yet hardly a word of protest. Oh she had been so right, from that very first meeting, the girl had been so delightfully submissive and so very eager to please and be a Good girl. Once more Julia pushed Angela with a simple, softly , spoken command.

Remove your blouse, young Lady.

"Please, Mrs. Merchant…………..

Her angelic voice quivered as she practically gasped the words.

…..aren't you terminating me?"

“Now you have been such an attentive and good girl Miss Johnson so why would I. Remove your blouse Now young Lady.”

It was that imperious note in Julia’s voice that booked no more questioning , or hesitation , but demanded quick obedience.

“I trust you have been paying attention Miss Johnson. So let us see what you have learned. Shall It be Mr. Merchant or Lawrence that you shall please.”

Then with a clap of her hands Julia continued.

“Jordan Hold.”

The little golden beauty head stopped bobbing and she held her Master’s cock lovingly in her mouth.


“So Miss Johnson Let us get you out of that blouse and corset…………..Mr. Merchant or Lawrence….your decision my dear.

 

[Angeleyz]

Now you have been such an attentive and good girl Miss Johnson, so why would I? Remove your blouse Now, young Lady.

Angela's fingers automatically flew to her blouse before Mrs Merchant had finished her comment, although she was flabbergasted why she would do so. Despite the tiny voice pitifully trying to be heard, she unbuttoned it with shaky fingers, but she couldn't quite bring herself to actually take it off. Staring at the floor, she waited as her stomach twisted in knots under the influence of conflicting emotions.

I trust you have been paying attention, Miss Johnson. So let us see what you have learned. Shall It be Mr. Merchant or Lawrence that you shall please?"

Her head jerked up as the shock of what Mrs Merchant registered. Please, no! Eyes widening, the thought of having to perform such a thing... in front of everyone again filled her with dread as she heard Mrs Merchant order Jordan to stop and saw how quickly Jordan obeyed.

So, Miss Johnson, Let us get you out of that blouse and corset. Mr. Merchant or Lawrence... your decision, my dear.

Once again, Angela found herself complying without thought to Mrs Merchant as she slid the blouse from her body, wrinkling it into a crushed wad of material by her side. She shook her head slightly, hoping that her employer would be lenient and not make her do any more shameful things. 'Why couldn't they just terminate me?' she thought to herself.

 

[cgraven]

Like a very Good Girl Angela’s trembling fingers went to the buttons of her blouse as she obeyed her Mistress’s command. The young beauty’s blouse hung open and yet her trembling hands could not quite bring themselves to slide the blouse from her shoulders to once more bare her firm young breast to her Master and Mistress. That problem was quickly taken care of as Julia stepped up behind the young girl, her body boldly pressed to Angela’s. As she slipped the blouse from the young innocent’s shoulder she cooed ;

I trust you have been paying attention, Miss Johnson. So let us see what you have learned. Shall It be Mr. Merchant or Lawrence that you shall please?"
Julia so enjoyed the shock that rocked the young girl, that she was expected to please a man with her mouth in front of not only him but all those that were assembled here as if she was being graded on her performance. As Angela hesitated Julia seemed to pay no attention to it as she softly cooed in the girl’s ear, and racked her teeth across the young beauty’s earlobe.

So, Miss Johnson, Let us get you out of that blouse and corset. Mr. Merchant or Lawrence... your decision, my dear.

Angela could feel the laces could feel the laces of her corset come undone, she could feel her naked breasts leap free of their confines, could feel her Mistress firm demanding hands slid down over the sensual curves of Angela’s torso, and then the soft seductive metallic whisper of her skirt’s zipper. The young girl could feel the material cascading down her legs to pool around her ankles. Once more Miss Angela Johnson stood naked in front of her Master and Mistress Jordan and Mr. Lawrence.

So Miss Johnson shall it be Mr. Merchant or Lawrence That slips their cock between those sweet firm breasts of yours and into the sweet warmth of your mouth my Dear.”

Julia tone was quite serious and the note in her dark seductive voice let the frightened young girl know that more hesitation or delayed would be tolerated.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela barely contained her start when Mrs Merchant pressed against her backside, and before she knew it, her blouse was being peeled from her body. Her hands fisted at her sides, but she made no attempt to reclaim her blouse, which caused the tired voice inside her head to groan in despair.

I trust you have been paying attention, Miss Johnson. So let us see what you have learned. Shall it be Mr. Merchant or Lawrence that you shall please?

She had to bite back the hysterical laughter that rose inside at the softly uttered question as her eyes darted frantically from face to face. Surely Mrs Merchant couldn't be serious? The impassive look on Mr Merchant's face as he cooly observed her told her nothing, but the unholy gleam in Jordan's eyes as she waited to hear the answer to Mrs Merchant's question left her no doubt that these people really did think that this type of depravity was perfectly acceptable!

Her agitated breathing caught when she felt warm lips touch her earlobe a second before teeth grazed against it, and then the sultry voice was once more whispering provocatively in her ear.

So, Miss Johnson, Let us get you out of that blouse and corset. Mr. Merchant or Lawrence... your decision, my dear.

Angela was utterly bewildered at her apparent inability to move. She knew this was behavior that her parents would deem as most unbecoming, and yet she did nothing... said nothing. It was like Mrs Merchant had her entranced as first her corset and then skirt was undone and removed from her trembling body. It was shocking how quickly Mrs Merchant was able to divest what had taken Jordan forever to put on.

So Miss Johnson, shall it be Mr. Merchant or Lawrence that slips their cock between those sweet firm breasts of yours and into the sweet warmth of your mouth, my Dear?

Worrying her bottom lip, Angela tried to figure out what to do, clearly hearing Mrs Merchant's patience running out. Looking up, her eyes were caught by Lawrence's dark stare, and she trembled harder at the thought of trying to take him into her mouth again. Tearing her attention away, she peeked at Mr Merchant thinking that while it would be wrong to perform such an intimate act on him in front of his wife that it wouldn't be as scary as dealing with Lawrence's size.

"M-m-mr M-m-merchant?" she answered timidly, her cheeks flaring again.

 

[cgraven]

“So, Miss Johnson, Let us get you out of that blouse and corset. Mr. Merchant or Lawrence... your decision, my dear.”

Julie seductively whispered in Angela little shell ear. Mrs. Merchant teeth gently nibbled at the girl’s ear as her nimble fingers undid the laces of the stunning young innocent’s corset. Julie smiled as she slipped the garment from her supple young body. The soft metallic whisper of her skirt’s zipper let Angela know that once more she would be standing naked in front of this lecherous group. She simply stood there mesmerized by her Mistress’s soft sensual voice as her little skit cascaded down her shapely legs to pool around her trim little ankles.

“So Miss Johnson, shall it be Mr. Merchant or Lawrence that slips their cock between those sweet firm breasts of yours and into the sweet warmth of your mouth, my Dear?”
Miss Angela Johnson was caught like a young doe in the headlights of an oncoming truck unable to move or resist the fate that was rapidly closing in on her. Finally in a trembling little girl lost voice she stammered.

"M-m-mr M-m-merchant?"

The stunning little beauty’s cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Come here Miss Johnson.”

Alex Merchant commanded as he crooked his finger or the hapless young beauty to come loser. He extended his hand to the couch for Angela to lie down as Jordan had done.

“Lay down Miss Johnson.”

Alex Merchant straddled Angela’s prostrate body, the tip of his cock nestled between the girl’s firm young breasts.

“Now squeeze your breasts together and hug my cock to you girl.”

Her Master cock began to slide between her firm young breasts. With each thrust it came closer and closer to her moist ripe lips until the velvet tip finally caressed her sweet succulent lips.

“Open your mouth Miss Johnson and take my cock into your moist warm mouth and suckle my cock girl as if you were a greedy infant on the tit girl.

 

[Angeleyz]

Come here, Miss Johnson.

The sight of Mr Merchant beckoning her so imperiously filled Angela with dread. She looked behind her to Mrs Merchant with wide eyes before she moved hesitantly to stand before him. Oh Lord, what am I doing?!?!

Lay down, Miss Johnson.

The sad little voice in her head whimpered in despair at how quickly she did as he bade. There was no hesitation on her part as she lay prone on the couch, although there was no doubt as to the unease on her face as she did so. She took a gulping breath as Mr Merchant loomed over her before straddling her body. The sight of his manhood between her breasts was surreal, but not as surreal as the knowledge that his wife and two others were watching.

Now squeeze your breasts together and hug my cock to you, girl.

Her hands trembled as she raised them to first cup and then press her breasts together, forming a soft seal for him to slide through. She watched in horrified fascination as he got closer and closer to her mouth until it brushed against her lips.

Open your mouth, Miss Johnson, and take my cock into your moist warm mouth and suckle my cock, girl, as if you were a greedy infant on the tit, girl.

Angela looked up at Mr Merchant, one last silent plea for this 'task' to be withdrawn. Oh how she wished she had never seen the advertisement about the career opportunity with these people. 'I'm surely going to hell,' she thought as she opened her mouth and slowly worked her lips around his hardness. She worked it softly for a moment or two before she remembered his words. Not sure how hard she was supposed to suck, she looked up as she increased the pressure, looking for either approval or correction.

 

[cgraven]

Those soft teary eyes were so eloquent as they silently pleaded with her Master to have mercy on her yet the only answer the sweet young innocent received was Mr. Merchant’s finger crocking beckoning Angela to come closer and do as she had been commanded. Alex eyes held the young girl captive in there unblinking gaze as she reclined on the couch in all her naked glory. He pale flawless alabaster skin beckoning to him. Alex could not help but think now nicely that pale flawless skin would look decorated with a fine lattice work of crimson stripes as he taught sweet little Angela the joys of the sensual caress of leather and its seductive firry kiss. But that would be for another time.

He smiled down into Angela’s soft smoldering eyes as her delicate little hands trembled as she raised them to first cup and then press her breasts together, forming a soft seal for him to slide through. The musky fragrance of Angela’s growing arousal filled his nostrils as his cock slid between the girl’s firm young breasts, he loved the way that the velvet tip of his cock brushed her moist ripe lips. He smiled as Angela’s lips sensual bowed then shyly “O”ed as his cock slipped between them. Angela looked up at Mr. Merchant, one last silent plea for this 'task' to be withdrawn, yet quickly she demurely lowered her eyes from his gaze already knowing that no reprieve would be granted. Alex felt her hesitate as if she was unsure just how hard she should to suckle him, Angela looked up as she increased the pressure, looking for either approval or correction. Her answer came quickly as his fingers entwined in her tawny chestnut tress.

“Delightful Miss Johnson!”

He gasped as he positioned her head arching her head back so he could enter the girl’s tight little throat. It was not a matter of merely having the young innocent suck him off, but an exercise in obedience, which was her first lesson, and now for her second lesson, that what was important was her Master’s pleasure not hers. The deeper Angela took him into her tight little throat Alex Merchant whispered his praise for her, as he told her what a Good Girl she was. The harder she suckled him he would grace her with little moans and gasps of pleasure.

“ I want you to cum for me Miss Johnson when I cum in your mouth and throat.”

He cooed as he forcefully fucked her angelic face his wiry groin pressed to Angela’s little button nose. The fingers of his huge hands entwined firmly into the girl’s chestnut tresses. There was no escape for Angela Johnson, her only options obey her Master and be a Good Girl and do as he commanded or to disappoint him and suffer the consequences. In either case Alex Merchant knew he would enjoy the evening at Angela’s expense.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela assumed she was doing something right when Mr Merchant's fingers caught in her hair and he murmured his approval. It was a sad testament for how screwed up this whole situation was that she should feel happy about such damnable praise. She offered no resistance as Mr Merchant tilted her head backward and continued pressing his hips further against her face.

The little girl her parents raised whimpered piteously in the background as she struggled to breathe and suck at the same time. She had thought it would be easier to handle Mr Merchant after Lawrence, but it was scarier knowing she couldn't pull back at any time with the sofa blocking any emergency escapes. Oh mercy, what am I doing?!

What she was doing was sinful... disgraceful... reprehensible... immoral... everything that her parents had raised her not to do, and yet she couldn't seem to stop herself from responding eagerly to Mr Merchant's praises. She wanted to make him happy, and his little moans and gasps of pleasure encouraged her continued scandalous suckling.

I want you to cum for me, Miss Johnson, when I cum in your mouth and throat.

Her forehead wrinkled in puzzlement at his words, uncertain how he could suggest such a thing, but Angela soon had other things to preoccupy her as he pressed his hips more and more forward, causing him to slide deeper and deeper into her throat. Mewling a little in distress as his hands held her head captive, she struggled against the need to gag. Coarse hair tickled her nose as she tried to keep licking and sucking as she chanted 'Please stop, please stop' in her mind over and over again.

 

[cgraven]

Alex watched the effect that his little words of praise and his soft sensual moans of pleasure had on their adorable little protégé. He watched as Angela slowly melted to his desire how reach little word of praise that caressed her senses seemed to encourage her to try even harder to please her Master. Alex Merchant knew that Miss Angela Johnson did not think of him as her Master just yet but that would change with time. What he did recognize was her natural submissive nature her eagerness to please others, and he could see the pleasure it brought this young beauty when she was told that he found her little efforts Pleasing.

Yet as Alex watched as Angela eagerly suckled his cock taking it ever deeper into her sweet warm mouth, how she fought her own gage reflex to open her tight little throat to him he could see the struggle in her soft eyes as her pious upbringing and her parents puritanical lectures on The wages of Sin warred with her desire to please him. It was then that he had decided to push her boundaries a little further as he softly cooed.
“I want you to cum for me, Miss Johnson, when I cum in your mouth and throat.”

His voice was soft sensual and oh as very seductive as it wrapped around Angela’s senses and caressed her deeply submissive nature and desire to be their Good little Girl the thick wiry hairs of his groin were pressed to Angela’s little button nose. Julia Merchant could see that her husband was about to cum she could see it in his eyes, the way his fingers curled ever tighter in the young innocents luxurious hair. When she heard his lustful grunt Julia cooed in Angela’s little shell ear.

”Cum for your “Master” my sweet girl.”

That single word was almost lost as Julia’s sharp little teeth nibbled at Angela’s ear lobe.

Swallow your “Master’s” precious gift my dear.

Julia now suckled the little lobe of the girl’s ear her hot moist breath making the stray wisps of hair at the nape of Angela’s neck dance in a most sensually seductive manner. Julia waited to see if this sweet young innocent would do as she was instructed or if she would pull back to her angelic face bathed in her Alex’s scalding white hot cum. In either case Julia looked forward to chastising young Miss Johnson no matter what she did.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela tried to lick and suckle him she truly did, but it became harder and harder as he rocked his hips faster and faster against her face. Trapped between his hard body and the couch, she couldn't pull away as he pressed further and further into her throat. She desperately wanted to push against him to move him away so that she could breathe, and her petite form trembled under her boss' weight.

I want you to cum for me, Miss Johnson, when I cum in your mouth and throat.

Sweet merciful heaven, she wanted to please Mr Merchant, she really did, but her body continued to reject the foreign object trying to shove its way completely down her throat, and it seemed to be getting bigger!

Cum for your “Master” my sweet girl.

The sudden husky whisper of Mrs Merchant in her ear caused her to jump, and she twitched again when she nibbled on her ear, having completely forgotten there were witnesses to her shameful behavior.

Swallow your “Master’s” precious gift, my dear.

Angela squirmed as Mrs Merchant bathed her ear lobe with her warm tongue, making her insides feel peculiar again. 'Wait... Master...?' she thought as her overwhelmed brain finally made partial sense of the words, and she ended up wrenching her head away enough that Mr Merchant emptied himself into her mouth and all over her face. Spluttering as she half gagged, half swallowed the salty compound coating her tongue, she shuddered violently as it made its way down her throat. She felt hot and cold at the same time, hoping she had pleased Mr Merchant, yet ashamed of what she had done.