Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7 - Sex Stories

Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7

... she agreed, my heart sank. I ran to the room and fell on my bed. Chloe followed me, She told me to trust Master. That he was in control of what was going on. When he came into my room, he sat beside me and ran his fingers through my hair. He dried my tears with his thumb, and lifted my chin with his finger. He looked into my eyes. He told me to trust him. He was going to make sure that this ended here and now. He would make sure that Gayle never bothered me again. I kissed his hand and told I’m sorry for my momentary lack of faith. He kissed me sweetly and left the room. Chapter Two (Gayle’s point of view) What have I gotten myself in to? Yeah, I had made a mistake in taking Amy’s money but I didn’t think I would go to prison for it. But I can’t afford to pass up this deal. This money would get Hal and I back on track, hell maybe I could just split with the money and never go back. But if this Kesler guy thinks he can get over on me, he’s got another thing coming. I’m still tied up to this chair when Kesler comes walking up. He’s a good looking man, I have to give him that. But I’m not to bad myself. I take care of my body. I have long “bottle” blond hair. I’m not a skinny chicken like the girls in the magazines these day, but I have some curse and I’m proud of them. I still turn the guys heads with my 34-24-38 figure. My pillowy natural DD boobs have always been my best asset, that is, next to my big bottom. I haven’t had a ticket since high school. Kesler comes and sits ...

... down in front of me. He says nothing at first, just stares at me. He’s checking my body out. I give him a little twirl of my hair and bat my eyelashes at him. When I lick my lips, he stops me cold. “Save it Gayle, your seductive powers are useless on me.” He reaches over and squeezes my breast. His strong hand feels nice. as I bite my lip. He stands and walks around my chair, stalking me. I’m still restrained, as his hands gather my hair and he pulls it into and ponytail and secures it. His warm hands touch my neck, encircling it. I feel his breath on my neck and ear. “Am I getting you wet Gayle? Is that cold as ice cunt of yours waking up?” I’m taken aback by his crude language but I do have to admit I feel something stirring in my core. I would never tell him this, but I feel my body starting to heat up. “No, nothing yet Kesler,” I lie. His hands slipped beneath my blouse, then into the cups of my bra. His strong hands squeezed my soft mounds. My nipples crinkled under his palms. He pulled his hands into my heaving chest, flattening my peaked tips, sending a charge down between my legs. I was biting my lip, as my body was beginning to betray me. I could feel his breath, as his warm soft lips nipped on the back of my neck, sending chills down my spine. “Your body tells me different sugar. Your breath is ragged, and your nipples could cut diamonds.” His hand moved up my chest and wrapped around my throat. His wet lips found mine. His warm tongue parted my lips and claimed my ...