Executive Decision

[Angeleyz]

Miss Johnson!

The sharply spoken words killed any hope that she was going to be allowed to get dressed anytime soon. Her fingernails cut into the palms of her hands so painfully under Mr Merchant's close examination that Angela thought she might have drawn blood. The silence ate at what little bit of self control she had left. What did they want from her? Why are they doing this? She started violently at the soft knocking on the door, and she looked up in panic at the thought of anyone else seeing her naked when Mrs Merchant bade whomever was knocking to enter.

Angela almost let out a moan of misery when not only one, but two people entered the room. She recognized both women and was taken off guard by the lack of reaction in their faces. You'd think finding a naked woman in Mrs Merchant's office was an everyday occurrence. Shooting a quick glance at the Merchants, she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps it was. Surely that can't be true though...

Your panties, Miss Johnson.

Angela's mouth dropped open as Mrs Merchant sank gracefully to kneel in front of her with the panties in hand. Surely she wasn't going to help her put them on... in front of everyone. She looked around uncertainly, but the other women continued to just stand there with the articles of clothing in their hands, while Mr Merchant leaned against the front of the desk, arms crossed over his chest and looking on impassively.

Well, Miss Johnson... I am waiting.

Swallowing, Angela hesitated, feeling foolish about her concern but still feeling weird about such an intimate gesture. Don't be an idiot... At least you'd be getting some covering. Legs trembling slightly, she stepped into the pair of panties.

 

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The little chestnut haired beauty was visible trembling as she lifted first one dainty little foot and then the other into the scandalous little black panties that Julia Merchant held open for her. The older woman’s hands slowly sensual began to slide the naughty little lacey black panties up the long sculptured columns of Angela’s leg. Julia’s hands seductively caressed the sensual curve of the trembling young beauty’s calves; her hot moist breath bathed the soft velvet flawless perfection of Angela’s inner thighs. Julia smiled wickedly as the dark fleece of her Mon’s dance in her hot moist breath. Julia slowly stood in a slow sinuous graceful motion her body caressing their young protégé’s as she did so. Mrs. Merchant could see the obvious relief in the girl’s eyes that finally her little naked little pussy was once more hidden from their view.

Stockings!

Immediately Miss Gleason handed the Mistress the nude thigh high hose. Again Julia knelt before the young girl and then smiled up into her wide innocent eyes.

Miss Johnson your foot!

Alex leaned against his wife’s desk as he watched her sensual seduction of the young innocent as she began to roll the first stocking up the girl’s shapely leg. Alex wondered just how aroused this young innocent would be by the time Julia smooth both stockings into place.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela's trembling increased the higher Mrs Merchant slid the panties. She didn't understand why she was moving so slowly. One leg, two leg and up...that's all it should have been. But this... this way was like torture. She could feel Mrs Merchant's warm hands everywhere on her leg. Gulping, she swore she could even feel her breath near her.... her... This was so wrong! She barely breathed when Mrs Merchant brushed up against her as she slowly stood up.

Stockings!

Angela wanted to protest when Mrs Merchant once more sank gracefully before her, stocking in hand. Oh surely I can do that myself...

Miss Johnson, your foot!

Worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, Angela debated about saying something, but the expectant look in both of the Merchants' eyes had her meekly stepping forward. This time, the funny sensations in the pit of her stomach were worse, making her wonder if perhaps she was getting ill. She felt hot and cold at the same time, and was even having trouble catching her breath. Yes, surely she was coming down with something.

 

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There was an imperious aspect to Alex Merchant’s casual posture as he savored the slow subtitle seduction of the innocent dark haired innocent as Julia now slowly rolled the thigh high stocking up her shapely firm young leg. The sweet sensual fragrance of Angela innocent arousal was intoxicating. By the time that Julia had smoothed the stocking in place the girl’s breathing was coming in short little staggered gasps. Alex saw that wicked little smile as she held out her hand for the other thigh stocking.

Miss Johnson your foot my dear.

Both Julia and Alex Merchant had no doubt that Miss Angela Johnson would do as she was told. Oh she may convince herself she was doing for that paid internship, that she had to do whatever they asked because she had to pay off her crushing student loan debt. Yet that wicked little smile that bowed Julia moist ripe lips was fueled by the fact that Julia knew that this young beauty was a natural submissive eager to please , and eager to be cherished.

Julia’s fingers smoothed the stocking into place her finger tips lazily caressing Angela’s inner thigh her breath, hot, moist and so sensually seductive washed over the young innocents black lace covered pussy. Again Julia slowly, seductively, rose her lithe body sensually caressing Angela’s as she stood.

Bar!

“Wait!....A moment Julia.”

Julia cocked her head ever so slightly curious to see what Alex was up to.

“ Slowly turn around Miss Johnson.”

Alex waited for the young blushing Miss to do as she had been directed.
“Julia Our Miss Johnson has no need of a bra my dear it would be like defacing a work of Art.”
Julia nodded her agreement and waited to see what the young innocent would do at this turn of events.

 

[Angeleyz]

Miss Johnson, your foot, my dear.

Angela didn't think she was going to survive this fashion lesson, but she still responded to the direction. Her heart was beating a mile a minute, and every time Mrs Merchant touched her leg... her thigh... wherever... her stomach cramped. And when Mrs Merchant stood up... It was all she could do not to flinch back like she had been seared.

Angela had forgotten there was anyone else in the room when Mrs Merchant called for a bra, and Mr Merchant bade her to wait. Brows knit in consternation, she slowly pirouetted as commanded, unsure what Mr Merchant was looking for.

Julia, Our Miss Johnson has no need of a bra my dear it would be like defacing a work of Art.

Angela subconsciously crossed her arms over her chest at his words. Not wear a bra? Was he mad?! The only time she went without a bra was to sleep, to shower and to swim. Totally scandalized by the mere suggestion, she asked timorously, "You are kidding, right? I couldn't do that... That wouldn't be proper!"

 

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Miss Johnson………..

Julia scolding intoned when Angela crossed her arms over her firm young breasts, followed by a stern look of disappointment, her cool dark hazel eyes eloquent in their silent command for the young beauty to once more drop her arms to her side.
Corset ………… Arms straight out to the side Miss Johnson
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Julia reached around young Angela her strong firm body pressed to the young girl’s slowly Julia began to fasten the eyes and hooks of the corset until at last Angela was snugly caressed by the garment.
Alex be so kind as to lace Miss Johnson up.

Alex Merchant stepped up behind the young beauty and began to draw the laces of her corset even tighter. The stray wisps of hair at the nape of her neck danced with each breath he took. As the corset’s laces drew tight they nipped in Angela’s trim little waist and lifted her breast up and perfectly displaying them. The demi cups of that pale virginal white corset barely cover Angela’s pale pink nipples.
Miss Johnson you look adorable my dear almost good enough to eat.

Julia cooed to the young beauty trapped between the Merchants the heat of their bodies caressing the hapless young beauty.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela couldn't understand why Mrs Merchant would be disappointed with her crossing her arms over her chest, nor why she'd feel so sorry for having disappointed her in the first place... But she was. What is wrong with me?!

Corset ………… Arms straight out to the side, Miss Johnson!

Feeling apprehensive about this next step, Angela slowly uncrossed her arms and held them out as directed. Everything she had ever read about corsets had indicated how uncomfortable they were, so it made absolutely no sense why this would be considered a necessary update to her professional wardrobe. Doubt clearly etched on her face, she only started slightly when Mrs Merchant reached around her, growing somewhat accustomed to their bodies being pressed together from time to time.

It was an odd sensation being secured into the corset, feeling every hook and eye being slowly drawn together. Angela was just thinking that perhaps it wasn't going that much different than wearing a tighter bra / bathing suit than she was used to when Mrs Merchant spoke up.

Alex, be so kind as to lace Miss Johnson up.

Angela became acutely aware of how wrong she had been when Mr Merchant began to pull on the laces, making the corset get tighter and tighter. Her eyes widened with each pull as the corset was molded to her body, and a couple of times, she was afraid she'd exactly lose her balance. Based on the way it cinched in her waist, she figured it was like the Spanx stuff she was always hearing her cousin talk about, but she couldn't recall Debbie saying anything about it making one's chest so.... high.

Miss Johnson, you look adorable my dear almost good enough to eat.

Angela looked up at Mrs Merchant acutely aware of how close they were standing to her. Mrs Merchant's words... The look she was giving her... The way she said... It was all so very confusing. Part of her was demanding that she move... to try to reclaim some personal space and perhaps some sanity. And another part, a very small whispery part, wanted her to stay exactly where she was... And that seemed scarier than everything else she had been through today.

 

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Miss Johnson you look adorable my dear almost good enough to eat.
Julia cooed so sweetly yet what Alex Merchant noticed was the faint but unmistakable intoxicating fragrance of sweet young Miss Johnson’s growing arousal. The question was what was this young innocent would do next. Julia’s firm womanly body was lightly pressed to the girl’s her dark hazel eyes tenderly holding Angela’s captive. Julia could see he hesitation the confusion and all the conflicting emotions that were surging through the gorgeous young beauty. Yet it was a dark little gleam deep in the clear depths of Angela’s stunningly beautiful eyes that caught Mrs. Merchant’s attention. It was gone almost as soon as it appeared and yet.

“Julia that our Miss Johnson is.

Julia’s full luscious lips were just a breath away from Angela’s

Blouse

Julia’s lips sensually brushed the sweet young innocent’s, a fleeting kiss that so teasingly brushed Angela’s gone so quickly that it left the young girl wondering wither it had even happened.

The Blouse was a soft ivory color and very translucent. It allowed the viewer a shadowed glimpse of Angela’s firm proud young breasts and a teasing silhouette of her corseted figure.

Skirt
Once more Julia Merchant was kneeling before the young innocent as she held the skirt open in a now familiar routine. Julia eager to see how the dove grey skirt would cling to the girl’s firm heart shaped derrière. Yet this time as Julia sensually worked the tailored skirt up Angela’s shapely legs, her firm little derrière, and over the swell of her hips. Alex’s hands drew the girl back against his firm hard body, his thumbs brushing the curve of Angela’s breasts.

 

[Angeleyz]

The whole situation was totally surreal to Angela. Never in a million years would she have thought she'd strip down to nothing but a blush in front of potential employers, but she had. Not only had she slipped down to her birthday suit in front of them, but now those same people were slowly dressing her in clothes she would never have looked at, let alone worn. It made her feel... strange. Fluttery feelings whispered up and down her veins, and her stomach... she must be coming down with something.... And it got worse every time Mrs Merchant touched her, and she touched her... a lot.

Blouse

Angela's mouth opened ever so slightly, confused when Mrs Merchant turned away. Merciful heavens, did she... Did she kiss me? She wanted to bring a hand up, but whether it was to check to see if she were running a temperature, or to her lips to see if there was some sort of moisture there, she really wasn't sure. Instead, she stood there meekly as the blouse was slipped on.

Skirt

Relaxing slightly at the familiar routine of Mrs Merchant kneeling before her, Angela obediently stepped each leg into the proffered skirt and waited, almost breathlessly as it was slowly worked up her legs. She gasped aloud when Mr Merchant suddenly pulled her back against his strong frame, wondering if he realized he had grazed her... her.... chest, and blushing madly when she could feel her nipples tightening.

She looked at Mrs Merchant in horror, wondering what the woman would think, both of her husband holding her against himself and of her nipples so rigidly at attention.

 

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It was all that Julia Merchant could do not to break out in gales of laughter at the bemused expression on Miss Johnson’s angelic face her hand half way to full ripe lips her dainty fingers extended as if to caress her own lips to determine if she had really been kissed by Mrs. Merchant. At Julia’s crisp command Skirt Angela’s hand froze and as Her Mistress once more knelt before her the young innocent seemed to relax as a now familiar scene was about to be played out. But that moment of relaxation soon was a thing of the past her soft innocent eyes wide in horror, wondering what the woman would think, both of her husband holding her against himself and of her nipples so rigidly at attention.

My dear you look very attractive………but a tad nervous……..I have such hopes for you my dear……..An Executive Assistant at Merchant Technical Industries International………must always appear composed……..and at ease!”

Julia had purposely paused from time to time for dramatic effect and to keep the young beauty off balance.

Pumps

Again Julia was kneeling before Angela as she held out a pale dove grey pump for Angela to slip her foot into. Julia ran her hand up the back of Angela’s shapely leg as she helped her into the pump whose heel was tall
enough to accentuate the sensual curve of the girl’s calve. Then Julia was sensually helping Angela into the other pump. Alex Merchant was still holding the girl in his arms his hard lean body pressed to hers his thumbs grazing the swell of her breasts.

Jacket

Alex stepped back leaving Angela Johnson to stand unsupported while Julia held out the jacket for Angela to slip her arms into. Julia reached around her to fasten the two buttons of the garment then stepped back from the young innocent to savor the changes she had made to Angela’s ensemble. The whole ensemble was chosen to highlight Miss Angela Johnson’s feminine charms.

“ The Job is yours Miss Johnson….”


He paused for a moment before continuing.

“………..for a probationary period of two months Miss Johnson.”

Congratulations my dear. Welcome to Merchant Technical Industries International

This time there was no doubt that Julia’s full luscious lips had brushed hers in a less than chaste kiss.

 

[Angeleyz]

If Angela didn't know better, she'd swear that Mrs Merchant was laughing at her as her lips twitched and dark hazel eyes glinted in an almost disturbing way. But surely there wasn't anything funny about this, was there?

My dear, you look very attractive………but a tad nervous……..I have such hopes for you, my dear……..An Executive Assistant at Merchant Technical Industries International………must always appear composed……..and at ease!”

Angela's shoulders rounded as a wave of self consciousness washed over her. She wasn't supposed to look attractive. She was supposed to look efficient, wasn't she? She knew that she needed to be able to represent the Merchants, but surely being dressed in such... revealing attire wasn't necessary. Her parents had always espoused that conservative attire was necessary in public, and that she should avoid material trappings that would lead to the temptation of the flesh. Dad would have a coronary if he saw me in this...

Pumps

Wondering if she'd ever get to a point where she'd feel at ease in clothes like this, Angela slipped her foot into the shoe held out by Mrs Merchant, struggling to stifle the nervous giggle that started to escape when she felt the warm hand move up her leg. She ended up backing up ever so slightly, but that pressed her against Mr Merchant's hard form and she jumped forward as if scalded.

By the time the second pump was on, Angela was having difficulty breathing between what felt strangely like caresses on her leg and Mr Merchant's unusual placement of his hands. She hoped against hope that he didn't realize where his hands were, as she tried to regulate her breathing before she ended up hyperventilating.

Jacket

Almost stumbling when Mr Merchant stepped away, Angela tried not to think about the likelihood of breaking her ankle. The pumps were so much higher than what she was used to. How in the world do women walk in these things?! She gingerly slipped the jacket on, and was actually grateful that Mrs Merchant fastened the buttons for her as she was afraid that one wrong move would send her tumbling.

The Job is yours, Miss Johnson... for a probationary period of two months, Miss Johnson.

Her breath had caught when Mr Merchant said the job was hers, and even his follow on that she'd be on probation for two months wasn't enough to dim her excitement. Breaking out in her first natural smile since entering the building, Angela beamed as Mrs Merchant turned to her, but she was totally taken aback when her new employer kissed her.

Congratulations my dear. Welcome to Merchant Technical Industries International

Flustered, Angela stammered out a small thank you while she told herself that the odd kiss must be an 'international' thing.

 

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“The Job is yours, Miss Johnson... for a probationary period of two months, Miss Johnson.”

Alex Merchant found Angela’s smile adorably innocent, and the way she beamed with pleasure at her success in landing the coveted internship gave the girl’s creamy ivory skin the most sensual glow. That glow was tinged by the most erotic shade of pink when Julia boldly kissed her. The Merchants had kept the young innocent off balance throughout her very personal and intimate job interview. They now turned Angela Johnson to the care of Miss Gleason and Miss Carson.

Miss Gleason and Miss Carson kept Angela quite busy for the rest of the day with visits to Human Services and a mind numbing mountain of paper work, non disclosure agreements, and buried in the depths of that mind numbing paper work, forms and contracts that gave Alex and Julia Merchant power of attorney over every aspect of the young beauty’s life. It was then and only then that the efficient Miss Gleason and Miss Carson delivered the Merchants newest little toy back to the Master and Mistress.

Miss Johnson you will accompany Mr. Merchant and myself back home this evening.

It was not a request but a softly spoken command that left no doubt that if Angela baucked that her hardly won victory would be for naught and her coveted job would be over even before it had started. For their part Alex and Julia were eager to get their new little toy home so they could begin to unwrap her and savor her sweet innocent charms. They smiled at each other as they rode home Miss Angela Johnson nestled between them in the back seat of their limousine.

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela had just started to mentally celebrate her unexpected stroke of good fortune with the internship when Miss Gleason and Miss Carson whisked her away, or as close to whisked away as they could as she teetered between them in the much higher than normal heels. She kept waiting for one of the women to make a comment about the unusual going ons in Mrs Merchant's office and was surprised when neither woman said a thing.

Oh sure, they were very pleasant as they escorted Angela from one place to another, having her picture taken for her company badge, showing her where the various conference and break rooms were and settling her into one of the small conference rooms in order to go through the in-processing paperwork. She thought it was strange though, that neither woman said a thing about finding her naked in Mrs Merchant's office or that she was clearly not wearing the same attire she had arrived in earlier in the day, but she was too embarrassed about what she had done in the interest of securing the internship to broach the subject herself.

Seated at the table, one woman on either side of her, Angela tried not to groan at the volume of paperwork each woman was holding. Every time Angela tried to read a form from Miss Gleason, Miss Carson would be trying to get her attention with a different piece of paper. When she tried to read Miss Carson's document, Miss Gleason would be sliding another form at her from the other side. Pretty soon it was just easier to write where they said to write, initial where they sent to initial and sign whenever they pointed.

Convinced that her hand was going to start cramping up any minute, Angela looked up a little bleary eyed when Miss Carson finally declared it quits. Rising a little unsteadily, she wanted to ask if that was what it felt like to buy a house, but was afraid how juvenile she might sound. Instead, she smiled shyly and soon found herself back in Mr Merchant's office, where Mrs Merchant was perched on the corner of his desk, one leg crossed over the other, her skirt exposing an almost indecent length of leg.

Miss Johnson, you will accompany Mr. Merchant and myself back home this evening.

Angela blinked as she tried to process the surprising command. She had assumed there'd be long hours associated with the internship, but she had never thought it would include time spent at the Merchants' estate. "Yes, Mrs Merchant," she had ultimately murmured. Before she could ask for directions so that she could drive there, she was informed that she'd be riding with the Merchants in their limo.

Minutes later, Angela was sandwiched between the Merchants wondering if she'd ever get accustomed to their apparent looser definition of personal space. Between Mr Merchants hard frame pressed against her and Mrs Merchant's odd habit of occasionally touching her leg, she was unable to relax and enjoy her first limo ride since her cousin Erin's wedding three years earlier.

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All things considered, it was probably best that she hadn't tried to find their estate on her own, knowing her propensity for getting lost, as she had quickly lost track of all the twists and turns the limo driver had executed. Eventually, she was completely lost, not recognizing a single landmark and wondering if they were still even near the city with all the trees around them.

They eventually pulled through a high black security fence and went down an impossibly long driveway. A sea of lush green grass that just screamed major lawn service seemed to go on forever before the outline of the Merchants' "house" came into view. Angela hoped her mouth didn't drop open when she caught sight of what looked to be Queen Anne style on steroids.

Rising up at the top of yet another hill, it looked like a veritable fairy tale castle complete with several turrets of varying sizes. Charmed by its surprising appearance, Angela couldn't help but wonder why such an obviously cosmopolitan couple would have such an almost old fashioned house, but figured the privacy of the grounds would probably appeal to them. Trying to count the windows as they got closer, she figured it had to sport anywhere from 15 to 25 different rooms and that was probably being conservative.

 

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Julia Merchant let her hand rest on Angela’s leg her well manicured fingers every once and awhile giving the girl’s firm thigh a sensual little caress and seductive little squeeze. Reinforcing that her behavior towards Miss Johnson was in fact quite normal and subtly playing upon the young innocent’s naturally submissive nature and desire to please. For his part Alex seemed to ignore but his wife and Angela as he read his evening paper paying particular attention to the financial reports and the day’s trading on the world wide markets. Each time he turned a page or folded back a page of the paper his elbow seductively caressed the firm round swell of his new assistant’s breast. Without ever saying a word to each other Alex and Julia Merchant had ensured that young Miss Angela Johnson’s ride to their home would be a rather sensual and seductively stimulate drive.

It was all Julia could do not to giggle or laugh out right at the startled little gasped that escaped their young protégé’s sweet moist lips as she caught her first glimpse of Rève Noir. Julia could see Angela’s moist ripe lips “O” silently as she apparently was counting the widows and turrets of the Queen Ann style gothic Manor the girl’s soft eyes wide with wonder in the fading light of day.

We it’s Rève Noir Miss Johnson and was built by one of the wealthiest Robber Barons of the last century Alex and I fell in love with it the first time we saw it.

The limousine had pulled up under the ornate protocol a foot man scurrying to open the limousine’s door for Mr. Merchant and stood rigidly at attention as he exited the car. Alex held out his hand to Angela.

“Miss Johnson.”

As The young innocent exited the limo the footman deafly tripped her with such skill that she was unaware of the act as she tumbled into Alex Merchant’s arms, Angela’s supple young body pressed to his hard lean body. Her breast pressed to his chest his shirt and her daring silken trans lucent blouse the only barrier.

“Jordan Miss Johnson will be in the lily room tonight.”

Yes Sir

Came the acknowledgement from a decidedly soft voice that was obviously female. Angela Johnson was still held firmly in her Employer’s arms as Julia brushed by them.

“I trust you like beef Miss Johnson and wine for dinners though relaxed are divine. However if beef is not to your liking let Jordan know and she will tell chef what you desire.”

Julia knew that Jordan would ensure no matter what Angela selected for her dinner it would be specially prepared by chef and spiced with a little something special to lower the young beauty’s resistance for Julia intended that Miss Angela Johnson would be this evening’s desert.

 

[Angeleyz]

Looking at Mrs. Merchant, Angela got the impression once more that she was laughing at her, and she had to assume that she had been unable to hide her expression of pure awe at seeing their home. She was so out of her element with these people and was terrified that she was going to do or say something that would have the Merchants changing their minds, but the view really had been spectacular.

"It's breathtaking, ma'am," she said without artifice.

Angela watched as the limo pulled up under a portico and a footman came out to open the door. Holy cow, people really live like this?!

Miss Johnson.

Angela slowly placed her hand in Mr Merchant's much larger one and held her breath as she maneuvered her way out of the limo. Just as she was getting ready to release his hand, she somehow lost her balance, probably because of the silly heels they insisted she wear, and ended up smashing into her unsuspecting employer. Thankfully he was able to catch her before she bowled both of them over, but she ended up being caught up against his hard body, which left her strangely breathless.

Jordan, Miss Johnson will be in the lily room tonight.

Shaking her head a little at his words, Angela almost missed the soft response from this Jordan. There must be a mistake. Surely she wasn't supposed to be spending the night here. She had assumed they had wanted to start going over her duties and that it might run late, but to stay overnight?!

Biting her lip, Angela tried to figure out a way to ask what he was talking about without sounding like she was complaining when Mrs Merchant brushed past her, making her realize she was still pressed way too intimately against Mr Merchant.

I trust you like beef Miss Johnson and wine for dinners though relaxed are divine. However if beef is not to your liking, let Jordan know and she will tell chef what you desire.

"Um, no, Mrs Merchant... Beef is fine," she answered, subtly trying to put some distance between her body and her boss' before continuing, "although I really don't drink... I don't have much tolerance for it I fear."

Clearing her throat, Angela addressed Mr Merchant's chest as she said, "I'm terribly sorry for my clumsiness, sir... I'm good now... Y-y-you can let me go now and I promise I won't mow you down."

 

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The tip of Jordan’s little pink tongue slid across the sensual bow of her lower lip as the young innocent stammered.

"Um, no, Mrs. Merchant... Beef is fine although I really don't drink... I don't have much tolerance for it I fear."

My dear Miss Johnson wine with dinner is not drinking my dear but a means of heightening ones pallet so you can more fully enjoy the experience.

Jordan smiled at the double meaning of the Mistress’s seemingly innocent statement even as she felt Madame’s fingers trail across her firm little derrière even as her other hand lifted Angela’s chin with a single finger so she could gaze down into the young beauty’s stunning soft eyes as once more Angela found herself sandwiched between Alex and Julia Merchant.

"I'm terribly sorry for my clumsiness, sir... I'm good now... Y-y-you can let me go now and I promise I won't mow you down."

There was a sensual little nervous note to the girl’s soft angelic voice.

“You promise to be a good girl then Miss Johnson!”

Alex Merchant’s voice was very dark and seemed to caress Angela’s senses as much as it was heard. Slowly he and Julia took a step back leaving the young innocent tittering on her heels.

Miss if you follow me I shall show you to your room.

Jordan cooed softly yet like the Merchants there was a subtitle note of command in the young tawny golden haired beauty’s voice.

As Jordan led Angela to her room it was the first time she really got a look at the young footman. She could be no more that eighteen or twenty and the white satin knee breeches she wore and the ivory stockings caressed the young blonde’s stunning figure like a second skin, her tawny golden tresses had been cut in a short unisex pixie cut but Jordan figure was most defiantly female and the cut of her livery uniform displayed her charms to perfection.

The Lily room Miss.

Jordan opened the door on not a simple room but a lavish suit. The bed chamber was dominated by an ivory colored bed that could easily accommodate several couples. In addition there was a sitting room, bath, and walk in closet.

Dinner is at eight Miss and will be announced by a gong…… The Merchants value punctuality Miss. But you have time for a bath if you desire.

The bath was not so much a tub but a shallow pool.


Though Alex and Julia both were tempted to watch and see if their new little protégé would elect to bath before dinner they had preparations to make. The gentle pull of the bell cord brought Mr. Magabi, their chef.

“ Lawrence we will have a young guest for dinner this evening I think medallions of beef a fresh garden salad, a melody of vegetables, a bottle of garnacha de Fuego………”

Alex paused for a moment before continuing a wicked smile bowing his lips

“…. Oh Lawrence as we intend to have Miss Johnson for desert a little something special for her dinner.”

Something to place your young Miss Johnson in a dream like state where she is not quite sure what is real and what is a dream Yes Sir.

Precisely at 8PM the softly demanding echo of a gong called all at Rève Noir to dinner.

Alex Merchant sat at the head of the table Julia to his right and Jordan escorted Angela to the seat at his left. Lawrence brought in the first course of what would prove to be a sumptuous meal. He moved with a grace that belied his huge statue, the ivory plates in stark contrast to his huge ebony hands and they seemed little more than saucers in them.
Jordan poured the wine and made sure that Angela’s glass was always at least half full. Lawrence made sure that the young innocent’s meal was spiced as the Master and Mistress desired.

Two hours and many glasses of wine after Lawrence had set the first course before them; the dark maroon table cloth was cleared and swept clean. It was then that Julia Merchant imperiously announced.

Now for desert!

Julia slow rose and with the sensual predatory grace of a tigress on the hunt she passed behind her husband to stand behind Angela her hands resting on the girl’s shoulders.



My dear Miss Johnson I think we can dispense with your suit jacket my dear no need to be so formal.

Julia cooed in the young innocent’s ear as she slid the girls chair back. Alex took both of Angela Johnson’s hands in his and drew her to her feet as Julia slipped the suit jacket from her shoulders.

“And your blouse as well Miss Johnson.”

Alex whispered his lips now just a breath away from the young innocent’s with each word he spoke, they sensually brushed Angela’s moist ripe lips... His fingers loosening the first two buttons of Angela’s blouse.

Oh yes!!!!

Julia gasped in a deeply throaty voice as she nibbled on the young girl’s neck and earlobe. Lawrence and Jordan stood by in attendance in case the sweet innocent dove tried to fly and escape her sensually wicked seduction.

 

[Angeleyz]

My dear Miss Johnson, wine with dinner is not drinking, my dear, but a means of heightening one's pallet so you can more fully enjoy the experience.

Angela cringed inwardly, thinking the Merchants must be starting to question their decision to select her for the internship by now. Wrong clothes, wrong style... Can't keep her balance in shoes with a heel higher than two inches... Middle class upbringing with little to no exposure to the way 'high society' lived... With her luck, she was going to spill wine all over herself and she didn't even have her original clothes to change into.

Sandwiched between the Merchants made it hard for Angela to think. Her breathing was becoming shallower, and she was painfully aware of how intimately she was pressed up against Mr Merchant. There was a funny note in her voice when she apologized to Mr Merchant for her clumsiness and all but begged him to let her go.

You promise to be a good girl then, Miss Johnson!

Shivering slightly at his response, Angela wasn't sure what it was that made her feel confused, almost electrified. She was always a good girl. It had been drilled into her since birth by extremely conservative parents. Her mind raced as she tried to figure out what she had done wrong, what she might have said to make him think she wasn't a good girl. She had to let those thoughts go when the Merchants stepped away and she was forced to pay more attention to her balance, swaying minutely before she found her center of gravity.

Miss, if you follow me I shall show you to your room.

Turning carefully to the footman, no... foot person, Angela smiled hesitantly at the young woman, wondering how she had ever thought she was a man. She was thankful when this Jordan didn't rush her as they walked, as she was still convinced she was going to break an ankle in the heels but at least she was getting a little more familiar with them... as long as she moved slowly. Looking at the other woman's haircut and thinking back to her earlier interview, she wanted to ask if the Merchants had made her cut her hair as a condition of working for them, but she held her tongue, half afraid to hear the answer.

After walking up a magnificent spiraling staircase that she swore looked liked something she had seen in the movies and past countless museum-quality art pieces, Angela stopped when Jordan announced, "The Lily room, Miss" and opened the door to a lavish suite. Angela couldn't contain her little breath of appreciation at such a lovely room, "Oh my..."

Dinner is at eight, Miss, and will be announced by a gong... The Merchants value punctuality, Miss. But you have time for a bath if you desire.

"The room is simply beautiful, but I think there's been a misunderstanding," Angela began as she looked around the room, "I'm not spending the night..." Her voice trailed off as she turned to look at the young woman, who had already disappeared. Odd...

Wandering around the room that was at least two, if not three, times the size of her small apartment, Angela marveled over the splendor of it all. She tried her best to avoid looking at the bed, but her eyes kept being drawn to it. She wondered why such a decadent looking bed would be in a guest room, and then tried to picture what the bed in the owners' suite would look like. Her lips turned up at the thought of a wall-to-wall bed before she realized the inappropriate nature of her thoughts and drew herself up.

Wishing she had clothes to change into so that she could take advantage of the inviting looking bathtub, Angela distracted herself by pulling her cell phone out of her purse and calling her parents. She had already told them about the interview, so they were excited for her when she gave a condensed accounting of her day. After hanging up with them, she was ashamed of herself for all the parts that she had left out, never having really lied to her parents before, but it had seemed for the best. She didn't want to even think about what they would have said... or done... if she had told them she might be spending the night here.

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Angela sat quietly in her chair, fuzzily trying to focus on her plate. The meal, of course, had been wonderful, and she had eaten almost everything on her plate. Despite her intentions not to drink any of the wine, she had been cajoled into taking a few sips. At least, she thought she only had a few sips. Turning her head to her wine glass, she blinked a couple of times before she could be sure of the level. Yup, still the same level as it was the last time she looked. She must be more tired than she thought then because her head felt so strange and she was having a devil of a time keeping her eyes open.

Now for desert!

Angela looked up as Mrs Merchant stood up and made her way towards her. There was something about the way she moved that had Angela holding her breath. When she placed her hands on her shoulders, Angela's brow creased in confusion. Am I supposed to go get the dessert?

My dear Miss Johnson, I think we can dispense with your suit jacket, my dear, no need to be so formal.

The warm breath in her ear tickled, and Angela was appalled by the fact that she had to swallow her giggle. She was sure that kind of response would not be considered in keeping with the Merchants' expectations of their assistant. The next thing she knew, her chair had been pulled back and Mr Merchant was helping her to her feet, while Mrs Merchant worked her jacket off.

Angela thought it was rather odd that the Merchants were providing their personal assistance when they employed Georgia, or was it Jordan? All of the movies she had ever seen would have had the footman helping her. Or in this case, the foot person. Maybe it's foot girl?

And your blouse as well, Miss Johnson.

Bemused at what she could have sworn were kisses from Mr Merchant as he spoke from what seemed to be a great distance, Angela stood passively as he loosened the first two buttons on her blouse. Wait! What did he say?!?

Oh yes!!!!

When Angela felt a flurry of nibbles along her neck and earlobe, she visibly recoiled as she let out a small gasp of protest. Surely this wasn't happening! Suddenly she relaxed as she realized what must be happening. She must have laid down on the humongous bed in the guest room and fallen asleep, and her confused mind was trying to make sense of everything that had gone on earlier that day. There was just no other explanation for why Mr Merchant would be removing her blouse or Mrs Merchant would be kissing her neck, or... Sweet mother of god... her earlobe.

Angela murmured something about waking up as she tried to break free of the phantoms that were trying to entice her into imagining dreadfully wanton things.

 

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Jordan and Lawrence’s eyes grew wide in anticipation as the Merchants newest little play toy stiffened visibly as Julia nibbled on her ear and Alex talented finger loosed the third button of the girl’s blouse, the trailed across the firm supple curve of Angela’s breast as they came to the little pearl button over her quivering abdomen. The ebony giant’s tongue moistened his lips and his eyes blazed with desire for the pale beauty caught between the Master and Mistress. His jaw tightened as sweet Miss Johnson visibly relaxed.

Don’t worry Chef Lawrence you will have your chance at this tasty little morsel if not this evening then soon you know the Master and Mistress’s desires.

Jordan’s own breath was coming noticeable quicker as Alex drew Angela’s blouse from her skirt and Julia slid it from her shoulders so that the young beauty stood before them in her corset her firm young breast straining to be free.

Alex knew that their innocent young protégé was caught in a darkly sensual world between waking and sleep a world where her agile young mind could not tell what was real and what was a fantasy, a sensual dream, to be enjoyed despite here sheltered life and conservative upbringing. It was Angela’s sweet innocents and her obviously submissive nature that had first caught their attention. Now it was time to savor her sweet innocent charms.

You may step out of your heels now Miss Johnson and then remove your skirt…..

Julia cooed in her ear, her teeth raking across the young girl’s earlobe.

“ You did promise to be a Good Girl for me!”

Alex sternly reminded his new excusive assistant.

You have been such a good girl so far Miss Johnson and I am sure you wish to be continue to be so Angela.

It was one of the few times that Mrs. Merchant had used Angela’s first name. The stray wisps of hair at the nape of her neck danced so seductively with each word that Julia cooed. The soft metallic whisper of her skirt’s zipper teasingly encouraging the young beauty to do as her Mistress directed.

You May remove your stocking as well Miss Johnson.

Each time that the young intern did as she was directed Julia and Alex praised her telling Angela what a Good Girl she was and how she pleased them and how proud they were that she was willing to do all they asked and that they were sure she would pass her probationary period with flying colors.

“ Lawrence , Jordan, be so kind as to help Miss Johnson to recline on the table.”

All held their breath to see if She would do all that she had been told. The Chef and the golden footman held their hand out to the young innocent to aid her as the Master and Mistress had instructed

 

[Angeleyz]

Angela trembled as her mind conjured Mr Merchant unbuttoning yet another button before his hand skimmed across her breast. It was bad enough that her mind was creating such images, but she was aghast over how real it felt. Her mouth opened ever so slightly as her nipples tightened. Her breasts felt strangely heavy as the phantom Mr Merchant unbuttoned the last of the buttons to her blouse.

An unfamiliar voice drew her attention to the man and woman standing nearby. Why in the world would she be including other people in her dream? Her forehead crinkled as she struggled to make sense of it all. She obviously recognized the young woman as the person who had escorted her to the room where she was sleeping, but she couldn't imagine who the large man was who stared so fixedly at her. She hadn't met anyone who even came close to looking like that during her interview or in-processing, and if she were sleeping, she couldn't have met any of the other individuals the Merchants might employ.

Shivering as her blouse was eased from her body by the unseen phantom Mrs Merchant, Angela willed herself to wake up. This was definitely going down a path she had no business dreaming about. She distantly heard her father talking to her about sins of the flesh, and her mother telling her to be on guard against those who might try to lead her into temptation and the need to be a good girl. She'd have to go to confession in the morning - so real were the imaginings.

You may step out of your heels now, Miss Johnson, and then remove your skirt…..

Mrs Merchant's words spoken so softly in her ear had her immediately kicking off her heels, obeying without question, although she paused at the command to take her skirt off. She could understand her unconscious desire to be out of the impossibly high heels, but couldn't fathom why she'd want to remove the skirt.

You did promise to be a Good Girl for me!

Angela desperately wanted to be a good girl, but there was something wrong with the idea of removing her skirt... And definitely wrong in removing it in front of not just one person, but apparently three others that her troubled mind was producing from an apparently vivid imagination.

You have been such a good girl so far, Miss Johnson, and I am sure you wish to be continue to be so, Angela.

It was her name being uttered so patiently in her ear, encouraging her to be a good girl, that had Angela reaching around and unzipping her skirt. Yes, she wanted to be a good girl. She wanted to please her new employers. It made perfect dreamscape sense for her to do as she was told.

You may remove your stocking as well, Miss Johnson.

Again, Angela hurried to do as she was bade. She liked pleasing them. Liked the way they called her a good girl. Liked making them proud, although a little voice deep inside was trying to be heard, prattling on and on about something being wrong. She wanted the annoying whining to stop so that she could be the good girl that her parents were constantly telling her to be, that the Merchants were encouraging her to be.

Lawrence , Jordan, be so kind as to help Miss Johnson to recline on the table.

Angela blinked once, then twice, trying to understand where in the world her dream was going to go next. This made absolutely, positively no sense. Recline on a table? Looking from Mr Merchant to the outstretched hands and back to Mr Merchant, Angela shook her head and said softly, "I think it's time to wake up now..." as she backed away.

 

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Julia Merchant savored each little surrender of their innocent young protégé as her naturally submissive nature was now set free from the pious self-righteous morality that her parents had drummed into her all her young life by the sweet liberating drugs that Chef Lawrence had spiced sweet young Angela’s meal with. Julia loved the way the young innocent beamed each time she was praised for being a Good Girl, how with those words of praise, she innocently did as her Mistress and Master commanded without hesitation eager to please and be their good little girl

Lawrence and Jordan eyes filled with dark desire for this chaste young beauty as they watched her shed her clothing. Watched as she, like a butterfly, emerged from the cocoon of her clothing to stand before all in nothing but the dove grey corset and scandalous thong panties; her remaining garments doing nothing to hide the girl’s supple charms but rather drew the viewer’s eyes to them. The soft dove grey of Angela’s corset highlighted her flawless creamy ivory skin, the dusky pink of her areolas, or the hint of pale pink of her taunt little nipple as it played peek-a-boo as they peeked over the edge of the demi cup of her corset.

“Lawrence, Jordan, be so kind as to help Miss Johnson to recline on the table.”

With their hands extended to aid this delicious little morsel on to the table so that she could be severed up to her Master and Mistress to feast upon. Angela baulked her smooth brow wrinkling in concentration as if she was warring with herself, as she desperately tried to sort out dream from reality.

"I think it's time to wake up now..."

Angela’s voice was little more that a soft, husky, whisper. The voice of a dreamer caught in that dim half world between waking and sleeping where both reality and dreams coexisted. There was an adorable quizzical look on her angelic face as she took a step back as if she was questioning whether this was truly a darkly sweet sensual dream or an even darker seductive reality. A step back into the waiting arms of Mrs. Merchant.

You did promise Mr. Merchant to be a “Good Girl” Miss Johnson and up to know you have been a very “Good Girl” and a very pleasing young lady as well….

Once more that sweetly cooed seductive voice was at Angela’s ear the warmth of Julia’s body caressing Angela’s and those wicked teeth grazing her earlobe.

…….You really don’t want to wake up now do you Miss Johnson…

“ Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to slip out of your corset Miss Johnson…”

Alex Merchant dark hazel eyes smiled down into the girl’s wide soft eyes even as his fingers began to loosen the hooks and eyes of the girl’s corset.

…….To be able to take a deep breath and be free of its confines Miss Johnson…

The last of the hooks and eyes of Angela’s corset surrendered to Alex seductively talented fingers.

…. Now be our good girl, take their hands and let them help you lie down so you can sleep, rest ever deeper …

Julia cooed as she slipped the dove grey corset form the young innocent’s gorgeous supple young body leaving her naked as the day she was born the only shred of modesty left her the scandalous little lacy thong panties. Lawrence and Jordan’s out stretched hands waiting for the innocent young beauty to take them so they could prepare her to her fate.

 

[Angeleyz]

Backing away from Mr Merchant and the outstretched hands, Angela bumped into the firm body of how she apparently envisioned Mrs Merchant would feel.

You did promise Mr Merchant to be a “Good Girl”, Miss Johnson, and up to now you have been a very “Good Girl” and a very pleasing young lady as well….

Angela smiled faintly at the words, but it didn't last for long. She wasn't being a very good girl if she wasn't listening to her employers, was she? She couldn't recall now what it even was that they had wanted her to do and why she hadn't wanted to do it. Her shoulders drooped a little at the realization that she was bound to disappoint the Merchants with her poor behavior.

…….You really don’t want to wake up now do you, Miss Johnson…

Angela shook her head in response to the softly spoken question. All she wanted to do was to burrow deeper into the pillow and figure out how she could be the good girl the Merchants wanted her to be.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be able to slip out of your corset, Miss Johnson…

Angela looked up at Mr Merchant with wide eyes, marveling at how he seemed to know her mind before she did. Suddenly the corset was bothersome, and his concerned fingers were helping to relieve her of it. Mrs Merchant was also correct in her assessment that she was starting to have problems breathing. They were so smart, the Merchants... and so concerned... to look after the needs of a lowly employee, and one who was not being a very good girl in the first place.

…. Now be our good girl, take their hands and let them help you lie down so you can sleep, rest ever deeper …

Goosebumps forming on her skin as the corset was peeled away, leaving only the panties to cover her, Angela took a small, hesitant step forward. Yes, a deeper sleep would be lovely. Maybe it would stop these strange images dancing before her. It made perfect sense now... She had to lay down in her dream to slip even further into the dream. She took another step and then another and then slipped her hands into the awaiting ones.

 

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…. Now be our good girl, take their hands and let them help you lie down so you can sleep, rest ever deeper …

This time the innocent young beauty hesitated only a moment before taking a hesitant step forward. A bemused thoughtful smile seemed to bow Angela’s moist ripe lips as their young protégé took another step forward, and then another as she now seemed eager to take the hands that were outstretched to her. As she slipped her hands into those awaiting hers Julia cooed,

That’s “Our Good Girl!”

It was only a subtitle shift but an important one as Julia Merchant began to plan the seeds in the young innocent’s drugged clouded mind that she somehow now belonged to them.

Lawrence and Jordan took the innocent young girl’s hands in their and led her to the table that was spread with an immaculate maroon table cloth. They led the stunning young beauty to the broad table as if she was a trusting little lamb being led to the slaughter, a virgin sacrifice to her Master and Mistress’s darkest carnal desires. Lawrence’s massive ebony hands closed around Angela’s trim little waist. His dark soulful eyes smiled down into her soft trusting eyes while he lifted her on to the table as if she were as light as a feather. Then Jordan, the golden haired beauty, was easing her back to recline on the table, fanning her russet chestnut brown hair out to form a dark halo that surrounded the young beauty’s angelic face.

Julia and Alex took a moment to savor the way that Lawrence and Jordan had posed their young innocent for their enjoyment. Then with a node Lawrence bent forward his thumbs hooked into the waist band of Angela’s Lacy thong.

That’s “Our Good Girl” Miss Johnson, our sweet pleasing girl……

Julia let her words of praise wash over the hapless young beauty. She let her voice caress the sweet beauty she intended to feast on.

“ Lift your hips Miss Johnson………..You did promise to be “Our Good Girl”!”

Alex whispered in his dark commanding voice , a voice that was felt as much as it was heard. Lawrence smiled as he slowly worked the girl’s panties over her hips. If she baulked now a quick yank and those panties would be nothing but a scarp of lace a memory. And he and Jordan would force her to the Master and Mistress’s will. On the other hand if she did as she was commanded then her evening would be filled with the most deliciously forbidden pleasure as her master and Mistress feasted on her innocence and supped on the sweet nectar of her gorgeous young body.

Once more Miss Angela Johnson stood at a cross roads. One way led deeper into this sensually erotic and seductive dream. The other road to fleeing from it, to follow the self-righteous pious demands of her parents. Yet now matter which road she chose Miss Angela Johnson’s young life was about to change forever.

 

[Angeleyz]

That’s “Our Good Girl!”

Happiness wrapped itself around her, hugging Angela in a warm embrace as Mrs Merchant's praise washed over her. Oh how she liked being their good girl. It made her all warm and tingly inside, something she had never experienced while being a good girl for her parents. Something that seemed dark and dangerous, but decidedly delicious at the same time.

Escorted by the unusual duo, Angela looked up when they stopped at the table. Blinking sleepily, she was impressed with how life-like her imagination made everything seem, even as she was picked up and placed on the table like she was no heavier than a dinner plate. She murmured a soft "Thank you" to the gentle giant in her dreams as the beautiful young woman helped her lay down. She found it a little strange that she wasn't curling up on her side, her normal sleeping position, and even stranger the way her hair was so carefully arranged around her.

Angela waited for the deeper, more restful sleep to steal over her now that she was laying down, and couldn't understand why it wasn't coming. As the giant of a man loomed forward and placed his thumbs inside her panties, she tensed wondering why her dream was taking such a turn.

That’s “Our Good Girl” Miss Johnson, our sweet pleasing girl……

Mrs Merchant's pleased voice immediately soothed Angela's troubled thoughts. Yes, their good girl... If they wanted her to rest on a table,of course she'd rest on the table. She could almost imagine their eyes looking at her in appreciation as she did as she was told. After all, she was their good girl!

Lift your hips, Miss Johnson... You did promise to be “Our Good Girl".

Angela's brows knit in consternation once more. She wanted to do what Mr Merchant said, needed to with an intensity that scared her a little. But the annoying voice was back, whining about the wrongness of it all, even as she felt her panties being slid over her hips. If she lifted her hips, her panties were surely going to keep going until she was totally exposed. She never slept in the nude! But if she didn't, she wouldn't be the Merchants' good girl. Overriding the tiresome voice clamoring a distant alarm, Angela lifted her hips fractionally, yearning to hear more approval from the Merchants over their good girl.

 

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Lawrence held his breath as the stunning young beauty hesitated once more, her angelic face marred by her scrunched up eyes and furrowed brow as she once more struggled to define what reality was and what her most sensual and sinfully pleasing dream. Again Angela stood at the cross road again the choice was placed before her to be Their Good Little Girl or to follow the dictums of her parents pious, self-righteous teachings.

Julia Merchant smiled wickedly as their sweet little protégé made her choice, lifted her hips fractionally, and a sweetly longing look on her angelic face.

“That’s [/i]Our Good Girl[/i]”

Alex Merchant’s dark voice washed over the girl as Lawrence slid her panties down her long sculptured legs to leave Angela lying before, their hungering eyes, wearing nothing but a pleased little smile, in all her youthful naked glory.

Desert is served Mistress.

Julia smiled as her eyes feasted once more on the young beauty’s naked beauty Julia’s head nipped and her tongue snaked out to taste their sweet girl for the first time. Julia Merchant savored the sweet innocence of the young beauty and then slowly at first she began to seduce the drugged beauty with her mouth, lips tongue and teeth as she coaxed the hooded guardian of Miss Kay’s girlish innocence from its hooded hiding place.

When Angela’s moist ripe lips “O”ed Alex merchant’s lips claimed the girl’s before that little gasped “O” could become a protest. His tongue delved into the warm sweetness of Angela’s chaste mouth. His fingers entwining in her rich chestnut mane, his tongue coaxing her to dance with his in a dance as old as time itself.

Shyly Lawrence and Jordan approached the young beauty that lay prostrated to her Master and Mistress’s carnal desire to possess her body and soul. Lawrence dark ebony head dipped his lips parted as he inhaled the taunt pale pink nipple of Angela Kay’s left breast. The golden silken strands of Jordon hair tickled Angela’s right nipple a moment before the golden beauty’s “O”ed lips sucked that tender throbbing bud into her own warm sweet mouth. Suddenly Angela’s darkly sensual dream was becoming of so real as reality and her own repressed dark fantasy came alive.

 

[Angeleyz]

That’s "Our Good Girl"

Angela almost squirmed at the way Mr Merchant's voice seemed to wash over her body, making it tingly and sluggish at the same time in a most peculiar way. It was a most odd sensation... one then made her curious enough to want to examine it closer.

Dessert is served, Mistress.

Blinking, Angela tried to understand the words spoken by the other man, words spoken in such a deep voice that she swore she could feel them vibrating in her blood, but words that made no sense. Dessert served? But I'm on the table...

Angela had barely raised her head to tell her phantoms that they couldn't serve dessert with someone on the table when she saw Mrs Merchant smile a decidedly wicked smile and then swoop over and begin... begin to... Oh sweet Jesus... use her mouth on her... down... there!

What a wicked, wicked dream she was having for no sooner did Mrs Merchant began suckling and nibbling on her like she was a piece of decadent chocolate cake, but Mr Merchant was kissing her in a way that had her toes curling and her fingers clenching. What in the world would possess her to dream of things so... naughty. Naughty... and so.... naughty, they were so naughty. Her bottom wiggled as she tried to move away from Mrs Merchant's greedy mouth even as her tongue moved shyly in response to the way Mr Merchant's tongue glided along hers.

Angela moaned softly into Mr Merchant's mouth as she felt a moist tug on first her left nipple and then her right. Her back arched slightly as the most amazing feelings swept over her. This must truly be what her parents had warned her about... These sinful sensations that took her breath away and would have her rubbing against the sheets of the bed where she slept. She really should stop, should wake up...but.... not yet. She wanted to see where these delicious sensations would go next... Just a little further... Then she'd wake up.