Loading...Milla took three deep breaths as the elevator took her up to the penthouse. She knew she would have to step outside herself to do this job, way outside herself. She promised that she would be strong throughout, as this was her only choice and would be over in two weeks time.
The ad had called for a full-time, live-in servant. If it were as simple as that she would not have been so nervous, but that the ad specified an “attractive, open-minded female that has little problem taking orders” meant that more than just cleaning and cooking would be require of her, she was sure. Also, Milla had to send pictures of herself to secure the job. And of course the ridiculous pay indicated something else.
She fiddled with her long, dark, curly locks as the lift took her to the 77th floor. Even as she moved to America three years ago, she knew that her beauty would be her best asset in times of desperation. She had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, of course, but her mother had just been taken from this world after long health battles, leaving 20 year-old Milla with two younger siblings to care for and a mountain of bills to pay.
Gratefully, her 18 year-old sister Johanna was mature enough to care for eight year-old Sven. She had left their small apartment on the dirty side of town this morning telling Johanna little in detail of the situation, only that she would return in several weeks with the money to take care of them all.
At last the elevator reached the top floor and the doors opened onto the sort of spacious and modern luxury that one would expect in a penthouse in New York City. Milla barely had a second to peer around her surroundings before the vision of a tall dark-suited and dark-haired man appeared before her.
A slow smile spread on his face, revealing perfect white teeth. “Milla, it is a pleasure to meet you.”
Shyly, Milla drew her violet eyes to meet his, “Mr. Skylar?” she asked.
“Indeed,” he said with the same amused grin. “Please join me in the sitting room. Would you like a drink?”
Milla nodded and clutched her handbag tightly. “Water, please.” He gestured for her to have a seat, and she took in the sleek colors and lines of the space while she waited for his return. She had never seen with her own eyes any place so rich and smart looking. To her, it looked like a set from a movie.
Mr. Skylar returned with two glasses and took a set across from her. “So, Milla, have you considered why it is that I’m offering $350 a day for a housekeeper?” he began.
Milla could not meet his eyes. “Of course.”
Skylar grinned. “Good, then you are not a fool. Let me just say that I am a man of …unusual tastes, and that your duties here will require you to be compliant with them. All I can do now is to promise that I will not harm you, and that you are free to leave whenever you want. How does that sound?”
Milla’s eyes darted to him briefly. She sighed inwardly, thinking it could be worse. She had no choice but to trust him, or she and her siblings would be thrown out on the street at the end of the month. “That sounds fair, sir,” she said.
He smiled warmly. “I’m pleased to hear that. Your first duty will be to report to my doctor for a full check-up. My chauffeur is downstairs waiting for you as we speak.” He lead her to the elevator doors without another word.
Milla’s head was spinning as she took the elevator back down. She had never seen a doctor in her life, having been delivered in a small village by a midwife, and blessed with good health. But she was not ignorant of such things as diseases, and understood why Mr. Skylar might want her to be examined.
The chauffeur was curt and professional, but Milla sensed a hint of condescension under his eyes. She shuddered, thinking herself a whore now, too. At least Mr. Skylar wasn’t creepy and disgusting, she thought. Perhaps in his late thirties, he had a handsome face and seemed to take good care of himself.
The doctor’s visit was unpleasant, to say the least. Dr. Klein had her strip naked in front of him and stand under his scrutiny, all bright lights and surgical tools. He took some measurements and asked her personal questions. Then she was told to lie on a table with her feet in stirrups, and Milla wanted to hide in shame. She fought back the tears, knowing she would have to undergo much worse, and soon.
“When was it that you lost your virginity, Milla?” the doctor asked, his fingers probing her vagina.
“Two years ago,” she said, her Romanian accent still thick in her voice.
He curled his fingers around inside of her. She wondered how long this would go on. “Please tell me the circumstance,” Dr. Klein requested.
“I was working at a deli, and befriended a co-worked. We fell in love,” she explained. At her words, his fingers stroked her insides in such a way that she felt a spark, as if it were Daniel himself who was stroking her.
“Do you still maintain relations with this man?” he asked and pushed another finger deep inside her.
She gasped. “…no, he left for university.”
“Have there been any others?” He withdrew his finger and inserted a metal object into her that seemed to stretch her wide.
“No,” she squirmed, preferring the warmth of fingers to the cold metal.
He said nothing as he inserted his fingers back inside her, feeling around deeper now. Some other instruments were produced and she felt a brief, sharp cramp somewhere deep inside. “Very good,” he said and took out the speculum. “Please turn over now.”
Wordless, Milla did as she was told and the doctor again placed her feet in stirrups. “Are you prepared to follow all orders and instructions given to you by Mr. Skylar?” he asked.
Milla gulped but said yes. “Very good. Just relax now.” He coated his finger with something slick and oily. With one hand he spread her ass cheeks apart, and the other spread the oily stuff around the hole of her anus. His coated finger slipped just barely into the hole, and Milla gasped.
“Don’t worry, Milla, I am just preparing your anus for the long nozzle of an enema bag.” His finger slipped deeper into her asshole, working vigorously in and out to coat her inner walls with lubricant. “Please, relax,” he purred, and slipped the whole of his finger inside her. A short burst of pain subsided, leaving a surprised Milla with feelings of desire once again. Before she could wonder what was happening to her, he withdrew his finger and inserted something skinny, and long. He filled her with fluid until she could not take the pain any longer, and then she emptied herself in a basin he provided.
“Very good, my dear. I think Mr. Skylar will be quite happy with you.” Then the doctor told her to dress, and she was promptly sent back to the penthouse.
Milla was clearly flushed upon her return, and that pleased Mr. Skylar. He couldn’t have wished for a more beautiful girl. She was tall and leggy with luscious curves. She had the pale face of an angel and the wild mane of a devil. His ears craved the delicate sound of her accent. On top of it all, she had the sweet, shy, and willing to please disposition that made him very hungry indeed.
“Did you enjoy your doctor’s visit, Milla?” he asked.
She blushed and looked down. “Not exactly,” the sarcasm barely detectable in her voice.
“Well, I’m glad to announce that you are clean and ready to begin working. I have your uniform ready laid out in the powder room,” he said and led her to the proper door.
As the door clicked shut behind her Milla leaned her forehead into the wall and let out several quick, frantic breaths. She could submit to the doctor’s examination, surely she could put on an outfit…and…again her breath was faint. As she turned to view her outfit, she wished she had the guts to rob a bank.
Her uniform was not so much clothing as it was a harness made of dark brown leather cords. One cord tucked into her ass cheeks and through her pussy lips, splaying her open. This cord connected to the breast harness, which pushed forth her already large, firm tits. When she walked, the cord between her legs rubbed in clit in a teasing sort of way.
Milla looked at herself in the mirror and nearly began to cry. She saw that she was beautiful, sexy, and selling it to a stranger. Her body and mind froze until there was a knock on the door.
“Milla? Are you having trouble with your outfit?” Mr. Skylar asked.
“…no.”
A moment passed. “Would you please come out now? Remember, I have many other willing applicants for this job.”
Milla’s hand found the doorknob and slowly turned it. Just outside, her boss was waiting with eager eyes.
“Stand up straight,” he requested, but kindly. She did so. “You are breathtaking,” he said. “But we cannot do with all that hair,” he said.
She looked into his eyes, defiant. “I will not cut my hair.”
He smiled at this. “Not the hair on your head, my dear. Please, follow me.” He had her lay down on a high table, with a pillow propped up under her hips. He placed her feet in stirrups much like those at the doctor’s office.
Milla was shivering in self-disgust, but Mr. Skylar was delicate, first with scissors to remain the bulk of her bush, then lather warm cream all over her most sensitive areas. His hand was steady with the razor, even more clinical than the doctor had been earlier that day. She relaxed considerably as he made her pussy and anus bare and smooth. Only when he the job was complete did a smile come upon his face. The warmth of his voice near her opening, he whispered, “beautiful.” But he did not touch her again.
The rest of the afternoon he assigned her simple housework, sweeping and dusting. He was nearly always present in the room he asked her to work on, though he kept his head in paperwork and computers, she caught him peeking at her often. They did not speak until the sun was nearly down, when he said, “you will be my guest at a social event this evening. Please wash yourself and come to me when you are clean. You need not get back in your uniform, as I have another outfit for you.”
Milla simply nodded and retreated to the bath, grateful that he was not intent on brutally raping her first thing. She took her time washing her hair and scrubbing her body, and she found that she liked the clean, smooth skin of her pussy, so much so that she began touching herself. How she could be aroused when she felt she should be ashamed, she did not know, but images from the day flashed through her mind. The doctors’ fingers working deep inside of her. The feel of the leather strap pushing her pussy lips apart. The feel of warmth when Mr. Skylar whispered into her slit. Her fingers worked fast and silently, and quickly she slumped over in satisfaction.
She hastened her shower after that, being careful to rinse the juices of her arousal from her cunt. She wasn’t sure why, but she had a feeling that her new boss would be dissatisfied if he knew of her pleasure. After she’d dried off, she found Skylar on his armchair in the sitting room. She thought that he would ask her to remove the towel she had wrapped around her, but to her surprise, he did not.
“There is a small changing room to the right of the master bedroom. My assistant Greta will be waiting to help you into your outfit.” He barely lifted his eyes from his paper.
Milla left wordlessly. Perhaps he would be kind if she resisted little. Greta was indeed waiting for her, a petite blonde woman with a stern look. “No fussing now,” she said. “Take off the towel.”
Milla dropped the towel. “First thing, you need to face me and put your foot up on the counter.” Milla did so without comment, spreading open her privates once again.
Greta dropped to her knees and wasted no time in pushing a smooth object at the lips of her womanhood. With a gentle nudge the object slipped into her, it seemed to be about the size and shape of an egg.
Then it was on with an impossibly short black pleated skirt, garters, and a bustier that covered her breasts in sheer mesh fabric. No panties. A pair of black heeled boots completed the look. Greta then scooped half of the young girl’s hair onto her head, applied some dark eyeliner and a coat of shiny lip gloss. Milla hardly recognized herself. Again, she felt equal parts shame and pride. More than anything, she felt trepidation about going out in public dressed as such.
Before Greta took her leave, she patted Milla on the cheek gently. “Good luck,” she said, and for the first time, Milla felt she was interacting with a real human being. She forced a half-smile and went out to meet her master.
“How do you feel, Milla?” Mr. Skylar asked with bright eyes.
She shook her head. “I do not want to be in public like this.”
“No harm will come of you, I promise.” He helped her on with a long black overcoat, and lead her towards his car. “This event is a private party of a close friend,” he said while driving. “You will obey all guests as you would me. Do you understand?” he asked.
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled and sat back. This girl was perfect.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Mr. Skylar had Milla remove the overcoat the moment they stepped into another posh apartment. There were several dozen well-dressed businessmen milling about, as well as a few girls who looked to be in the same predicament as her.
Milla did not know what to do so she stuck by Skylar’s side. He was making the rounds, introducing her as “his pet”. She remained silent while his friends ogled her. “Exquisite, isn’t she?” he remarked several times. And his friends could only agree.
She had to admit there was a secret thrill in being so admired. The cool night air made her nipples poke through the mesh of her shirt, and the pressure of the egg in her vagina was just enough to keep her on the edge of excitement. While a few of the men whispered her their secret desires, little else happened. Milla slowly sipped a glass of wine and relaxed slightly.
“Wow, your girl sure has some sweet titties,” Milla heard a short blond man announce to her boss.
Skylar smiled. “I agree, wholeheartedly. Would you like to sample?” he asked.
This, of course, raised instant alarm for Milla. Was she to be auctioned off like some object? For the hundredth time that day, she bit back her anger and pride as the stranger stood in front of her and cupped her barely-clad tits in his hands. “Milla, please pull down your top for Mr. Andrews.”
She nodded once and complied. At that moment she felt a sudden vibration start in her pussy, the egg, it was pulsing. She felt a drop of moisture gather below as her nipples stood at full attention.
Mr Andrews groaned in appreciation, unaware of the vibrating egg. He ran his fingers over the tips of her nipples, gently, once, and then began tugging at them between his thumbs and forefingers. They were in the middle of a well-lit, crowded room; Milla flushed and nearly ran to lock herself in a bathroom. But again she realized that a secret part of her liked this treatment, and wanted more.
She nearly moaned when he bent his head to her breasts and suckled loudly. The speed of the vibrator increased as did Mr. Andrews’ speed and suction. This hurt her sensitive nipples in such a good way, she visibly squirmed. That was when the vibrator was turned off suddenly, and Mr. Skylar announced, “enough.”
Mr. Andrews looked up at Milla with hungry eyes. “It was a pleasure to meet you,” he said, and walked away.
After that display there was a veritable line to see Mr. Skylar. One by one he let his friends “sample his toy”, and Milla’s nipples were tongued, sucked and nibbled to near exhaustion. The vibrator would switch on at the beginnings of these ministrations, and always off suddenly when she showed signs of arousal. Milla noticed that Skylar was watching for this, so she would feign arousal with the clumsy ones and bite back reactions with the skilled. But he caught on to this before too long, and she was left hot, sweaty, and unsatisfied.
They left the party near midnight. Alone again with Mr. Skylar, she was suddenly flush with shame that she let her weakness show.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it, Milla?” he asked.
“No, sir,” she said stone cold.
He chuckled lightly. She was obviously a sensual girl, but could not hand herself over to this completely. “May I ask you, Milla, why it is that you want to work for me?”
Milla blinked her eyes. “It is a matter of money,” was all she said. He might get to know her intimately in the physical sense, but he would never get to know her.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
Milla became accustomed to Mr. Skylar over the next few days. She pranced in front of him wearing next-to-nothing, but he was kind enough and he did not touch her. She slept in a small barren room connected to his room by a balcony. After she’d been dismissed at night, she’d often watch the city from her corner of the balcony wearing the only other clothing she’d been given access to: a sheer, thin white teddy.
She discovered that she liked dressing sexy far more than she thought, especially now that it didn’t seem sex was expected of her. She would pleasure herself to sleep at night, and she became used to being petted by Mr. Skylar’s friends, a few times to the point where she wished they wouldn’t stop. More than anything, she wished she could be with Daniel again and find her utter fulfillment.
She shrugged and continued on with her light duties. All in all, this situation could be much worse, and this sacrifice was worth it to help her brother and sister.
Five days after her arrival and it had started to feel routine. They had just finished eating dinner together in silence. The food had been prepared by the cook, Marcos. She was used to his rough, hungry fingers in her pussy, and had even grown to like it. She had just cleared the table and was ready to be told to prepare him his evening glass of scotch, and receive a good fondling from Marcos, when Mr. Skylar surprised her by saying, “Milla, please follow me.”
He lead her down the hall to a room she’d never seen the inside of. Before he opened the door, he pulled a scrap of heavy black material, told her to turn around, and blindfolded her with it.
She was lead into the room and seated on the edge of a smooth wooden something. “Are you nervous, Milla?” he asked.
She did not hesitate. “A little.”
“Your honesty serves you well. Have you wondered why I have not tried to touch you yet, Milla?”
She faltered for a moment, then answered, “…yes.”
“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to,” he confessed. “I simply needed to know for certain that you are the right one for this job. And you have proven yourself well.”
“Thank you.”
“Please lay back now, Milla.” He guided her gently with his hand as he said this. Then attached something around both her wrists and ankles. Milla’s heart pounded in her chest. Skylar clipped something to each of her wrists so that they were splayed out to her sides like a T. Then her ankles were hung overhead and wide apart, but her back still rested comfortably on the table.
She could feel the cool air on her wide open pussy, and could sense the heat of his body nearby. “How do you feel now, Milla?” he asked.
She gulped. “Quite uncertain, sir.”
“Clearly, you don’t know if I am to hurt you or please you. Tell me, Milla, which would you prefer?”
Milla bit her tongue back. She felt fairly certain that this man would not hurt her, badly at least. Was it better to be a whore or a slave? Her body answered for her, as she found her vulnerable position was turning her on. “I would prefer to be let go. I can fix you your scotch, if you like.”
Mr. Skylar laughed. “Perhaps I put this off too long, my pet. You can, of course, quit this job right now, and I will send you off with all your belongings and your fair pay…” he let the offer trail in the air.
She did not have to calculate to know that even that fine sum would not be enough to pay off the debt. She remained silent.
“So what will it be, pleasure or pain?”
“I have less desire for pain, sir.”
“You are a stubborn one, aren’t you. I’ll make you a deal. I will not cause you pain, nor will I cause you pleasure.”
It was then that he touched her, his fingers lightly upon her stomach. With the softest of pressure he traced the curves of her waist, and slowly felt his way down her outer left leg. His touch tickled her toes and ran again slowly, lightly, up her other leg. He took so much time in doing so that Milla wondered how many hours it would take for him to finally rape her. Suddenly she was wishing he would hurry it up.
His fingers traced back over her stomach, almost not even touching her, the nerve endings in her skin nearly jumping to meet his touch. He slowly let his fingers travel up, between her breasts, and he noticed how her breath got heavier as he passed the sensitive orbs by. He felt around her neck and collarbone, down her arm, and toyed with the palm of her hand.
When he moved to her other hand, he surprised her by kissing the tip of her index finger. This led to a shiver that reached through her body, which intensified at the tip of his tongue finding its way between the web of her fingers, mimicking the act of cunnilingus. She could not hide her heavy breathing now.
Finally his finger found her nipples, and toyed with them as lightly as he toyed with the rest of her skin. She nearly gasped out loud from the pleasure of it, but bit the sound back. Her breath became heavier as his strokes became sharper; he began tugging at the rigid crimson peaks. He wanted to suckle nearly as bad as she wanted him to, but he had to teach her and she remained defiant. “What do you want now, my sweet?” he asked, still tugging at her sensitivity, her cunt leaving a puddle on the wooden table.
She did not blink. “To serve you scotch, sir.”
He released her breasts and stepped back. “I can get my own scotch, thank you for your offer. I shall leave you here to contemplate.” And with that he stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The first thing Milla felt was rage. How dare he leave her chained like this? She composed elaborate speeches for his return, quitting her job and demanding compensation, but when he reappeared just 15 minutes later, she said nothing.
Neither did he. He simply loosened the chains at her arms and her feet so that she could move them somewhat, though she still could not get up from the table. Then he draped a blanket over her, switched off the lights, and left the room.
It took her some time to fall asleep, and when she did, she was plagued with erotic dreams. She dreamt of the cook and the nipple-suckers at the party the first night, she dreamt of the doctor and even Greta. When Mr. Skylar appeared in the dream, shaving her pussy, she woke with a start.
Mr. Skylar came into her room several hours later. He removed her blindfold and smiled at her. “Are you ready to tell me what you want, Milla?”
“Yes, sir. I would like to be unchained.”
He shook his head slowly and left the room. He came back a half hour later with some eggs and orange juice, which he fed to her wordlessly. “Do you need to use the washroom?” he asked.
“Yes, very much so.”
He nodded and returned with a bedpan. Milla groaned inwardly as he helped her sit up, and pushed the harness aside, so she could piss in the pot. With a wad of toilet paper he dabbed at her outer lips briefly, then left the room.
She was getting sore from just lying there, and bored on top of it. It would be so easy to just say she wanted it, and get it over with, but something in her pride would not let her do so. He served her breakfast in much the same way as he served lunch, then she was left to her own again.
When he brought her dinner she spoke up at last. “How long do you intend to keep me chained here?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“What if I wish to quit this job?”
“Then I will let you go immediately.”
Milla nodded. By her calculations, she needed just two more days to get her out of the financial hole. She had wanted to stay two whole weeks so that she could have several months rent saved in advance, but they would manage.
The next morning Milla threatened that he’d better let her down unless he wanted to wipe her butt; she was released promptly. He was waiting for her outside of the restroom, and asked her when she emerged, “Do you wish to quit?”
Milla shook her head no, and followed him back to the windowless dungeon room. Without prodding she laid back down on the table, and he waisted no time in chaining her back up.
“Are you ready to tell me what you want now?” he asked.
“No, sir.”
And he left her alone again. The rest of the day went much as the day before had. Her sleep that night was no more restful than the last. When Mr. Skylar returned the next morning he could see the defiance still present in her eyes, and decided to up the game a notch.
After he fed her and let her use the restroom and shower, he chained her back up, this time adjusting her limbs so that they were tightly splayed out. She thought to protest but remained tight-lipped as he watched him go into a nearby cabinet. At once she was blindfolded again.
She could feel the heat of his body near her, standing between her legs. She felt his warm breath on her crotch, blowing lightly. He smiled when he saw her glisten at once, and very gently without touching anything, he pushed the vibrating egg back into her. Then he stood back in silence for a very long ten minutes before he turned the egg on, giving her a visible start.
She felt his heat at her side again. Without warning her pinched at her nipple, tugging it rather roughly until it was fully erect. Then she felt something sharp and metallic clamp over it, which made her dizzy with a wave of pleasure/pain. The same type clamp was placed on her other nipple, and he took turns slowly tightening each in turn until there was a steady pulse ringing through her nipples, spreading through her body and landing in her cunt, where the egg was shooting it right back out again.
Had Milla any room to struggle she would have, though she would never have admitted that the struggle was actually squirming. As it were, she had little room to react, and her mouth remained silent.
“Do you like a little tittie torture?” Skylar asked, knowing full well by her reaction she did, though she did not answer.
He responded by leaning over to lick at her now quite enlarged nipple. So sensitive was her clamped nipple that Milla felt it stronger than she would have a lick at her clit. When he began to suckle lightly she could not stop her hips from slightly squirming, and she nearly let out a frustrated moan.
His suckling became more insistent; he used a firmer pressure and flicked the tiny bud with the tip of his tongue as he sucked. Milla’s pussy was beyond soaked now, she could not belief her body was betraying her like this, and almost cried out when he removed his lips from one tit, only to nearly sigh when he brought them back to the other.
He did look up for a moment to say, “did you know, Milla, that even a non-pregnant woman can begin to lactate if one suckles long enough? It can take hours, though. It is a good thing I have the day off,” he said and began his steady, heat producing ministrations. At length he released the pressure on her clamps, and she nearly creamed herself as he suckled the blood back into the bright red nubs, one at a time. All the while her pussy was aching to be touched, she felt as if she were just on the edge of release and while her titties felt fantastic, she was missing an essential element.
But he continued to suckle, switching titties and techniques, occasionally nibbling, flicking, or even pulling hard. Then there would be moments of utter softness and tenderness, only to be followed by a good hard suck.
“Do you miss the clamps, Milla?” he asked. She was squirming, but she did not answer. How sick would it be to say she did? “If you do not say yes, I will have to assume that that is your answer.” She remained silent for a moment too long, and again he clamped her nipples down into swollen little buds.
At last she felt his presence between her legs again. Every nerve in her body was ready for him to touch her there, but instead he just requested, “please expel the egg for me now.”
It took a gentle push of her vaginal muscles to release the vibrating egg, which he plucked from her lips. Again he stood between her legs in silence for a long time. She could feel the nearness of his body and her pussy visibly twitched at his nearness.
At long last his finger reached out to her pussy and drew a long, slow line up her lips and to her clit. His finger was drenched from the single pass, and again, he asked, “What would you like me to do now, Milla?”
She knew exactly what she wanted but the words were caught in her throat. They remained stuck as she heard the sound of his pants unzipping, and felt him stand between her legs again. She was saying silent blessings to the universe, for it looked like she was about to get what she wanted without having to say it, but he did not thrust into her as she desired.
He took the tip of his very hard cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. He let it get moist with her juices and used it to massage her clit. She was audibly panting now, lifting her hips to meet his cock, thrusting her pussy out towards him, begging without words.
“You see, Milla, I do not want to take you as one would take a whore. I want nothing of rape or reluctance. So I will ask you one more time, what is it that you want?”
He continued to rub his rigid member on her clit, making it difficult for her to think. Her juices were flowing heavily, he passed his cock through her slit one more to coat it again, and she groaned. “Please say it Milla,” Skylar grunted and reached for a nipple with his free hand.
“Oh, god,” she moaned, “please…”
“Please what?” he asked as he continued to tease her mercilessly.
“Fuck me!” she shouted out before she could stop herself. It was Skylar’s turn to groan, he wasted no time in plunging his hard length to the hilt in her hot, dripping cunt. They moaned out together as they ground into one another.
He brought his weight on top of her then, pinning her underneath him. She was still impaled to the depths and was tried unsuccessfully to squirm.
“Do you think you could handle it if I tried to make you lactate, just like this?” he asked with a glint in his eye.
“Hardly,” she breathed, and tried again to buck him with her hips.
He smiled and leaned forward over her body, his mouth finding her nipples again, his cock motionless in her heat. She had little luck in moving her hips so she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his hardness, frustrating them both. Her nipples were loving his mouth, teeth and tongue but her pussy was aching for some much needed action.
“Please,” she moaned between pants. He complied by pulling his shaft slowly out, slamming back into her, and continuing his assault on her nipples. He could hardly believe his own self-control.
Pleasure shot out of ever pore in her body, her titties were on fire and each suckle brought her closer to a height she had never been before. He sensed her approach and began a steady, high pressure suck to her tit, he loved hearing her moan and loved feeling her tight little pussy clench and release his cock. Still he continued to suck and lick, suck and lick as her moans became higher, louder, uncontrollable. She creamed all over his dick and he loved it.
Before her orgasm had a chance to peak he began rocking in and out of her, and she soared to new heights. Whether it was one long orgasm or a chain of many, he did not know, all he could say was that it took every ounce of willpower for him not to shoot off right then in the midst of her beautiful profanities, and yet her cries would not stop and her pussy was so hot, so tight, so very wet, he just couldn’t…
“Oh, fuck….” he moaned as she shot load after load into her. Her skillful twat milked ever drop out of him, and then they lay together, still joined, catching their breath and wondering what the hell just happened.
It was many minutes until he was soft and removed himself. Then he kneeled over her and did what he’d never done before: he kissed her.
She did not hesitate in kissing him back. It was sweet, thankful and warm. At long last Milla looked up at her boss with a shy smile. “That was quite amazing, Mr. Skylar.”
He smiled and stood up so that he could unchain her. Then he scooped her in his arms, and whispered into her ear, “David. Call me David.”