Nancy Heres
"Want to see it?" she asked and turned around. She bent over, her thong sliding out of the crack of her ass that was just visible with how low her jeans hung on her hips. She had an Arabic word surrounded by swirls of letters, all flowing together. "Hot, right."
"Mmm, what does it say?" I asked
"Sharmota," she said and giggled. "My father is furious. He won't even let me come home now."
"Ever been gangbanged?" I asked as she turned around to face me, a playful gleam in her eyes.
She arched a thin eyebrow at me. "You?"
"Oh, many times," I purred. "Before I was given my garter by my nephew."
"Me, too!" She trembled there. "Nothing like having a cock in all your holes. Mmm, just being stopped up so tight while they fuck me. Or licking cum out of a girl's pussy. I do love leftovers. I've done some nasty, nasty things. Even fucked my uncle once."
I smiled and I opened my box. I pulled out an orange garter. Her eyes focused on it. She whimpered in delight, her entire body shaking. She ripped off her belly shirt, her round tits coming into view. They were such perky delights.
I loved how firm they were. My pussy clenched as she unsnapped her jeans next and wiggled her hips. A few of the men shopping gathered around, noticing the girl getting naked. The slut was just a delicious treat. She stepped out of her jeans, losing her shoes in the process. She wore a cute pair of ankle socks.
She ripped off her thong. I smiled in delight at the golden ring threaded through her clit. It was a delicious thing to witness. Just a wonderful delight to see. I was so ready to just fall to my knees and eat her out.
I did sink to my knees, but only to slide the garter up her thigh. The girl groaned, her boobs jiggling as the orange lace looked so delicious against her dusky thigh. Her pussy dripped juices as she put her foot down.
"Kess ommak," she groaned. "Oh, I'm his. I'm owned by him."
"Mmm, what did that mean. That curse?"
"Fuck your mother," she purred. "Ooh, this is awesome."
"Good." I rose, my face growing stern. "I'm Mistress. You will address me with respect. You will obey every command I or Master Lance gives. If you don't, I will whip your ass and make you howl. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, Mistress," she gasped.
I cupped her pussy, my fingers thrusting into her cunt. "You're Master Lance's Slut-Maid, and you will channel that horniness toward his cause. We have a war to wage. Our fiery passions have to burn for him."
"Him!" she moaned. "I love him! I'm his!"
"Of course you are, slut," I purred and pulled my fingers out. "Now, what's your name."
"Alisha," she purred. "Alisha, Mistress."
"Good." I licked my fingers, savoring the spicy flavor of her cunt. "Now, I want to buy the best sex toys you have. We're going to need lots of them. Charge it to the Hayward Account, then we're out of here. You don't work here any longer, do you?"
"No, Mistress," she breathed. "Mmm, I know all the best toys."
I smiled. I bet she did.
***
Ms. Lynette Docea
After the "meeting" in Dean White's office, Lance sent us off to class. But I didn't care about teaching my class. I would never come back to this school. I just had to recruit one more maid to serve him. Another Wise-Maid as I started to think of them. Girls with wisdom who could understand our enemy. We had to find those creatures that weren't imprisoned.
They were out there, weren't they? We had to find them. Understand them. I needed intelligent girls. Ones who knew modern technology as well as the classics. Logic, mathematics, history, philosophy, theology, and computer science. These were all valuable skills I would need for my girls.
I entered the computer lab. Mr. Jordan looked up from his desk. "Oh, hey Lynette. Um, did you need something?"
"Just one of your students," I said, my skirt rustling around my thighs. I had no shame in being here dressed as a maid. I set my cedar chest down on his desk. "Sorry to steal your best from you, but she's needed."
"Of course, of course," he said. "Asuka, right?"
I smiled and opened the chest. I pulled out the gray garter. The third I would hand out. "Yes."
I glanced at the students. There were twelve boys and one girl in this class. They were all focused on their screens, typing away. They were writing code. It was not my area of expertise at all. I didn't know what the strange language they were working in meant. I mean, it was words I knew but they didn't make sense to me.
But that was why the harem needed a wide breadth of knowledge. I knew history, Mrs. Johnson the classics and mythology, and Mrs. White knew logic and philosophy. These were all important, but Asuka could bring something else to the harem.
She was a slender girl with her black hair held back by a hairband. She wore a simple dress with white leggings. The Japanese girl stared at the screen through a pair of black-rimmed glasses. She typed fast, her code appearing on the screen.
I held out the garter to her.
She froze in mid-type. Her head turned slowly. The Japanese girl gasped, color flooding her light-olive cheeks. She jumped to her feet, her cheap computer chair rolling back from her and thumping into the wall.
"Domo arigato, Docea-san," she said and immediately reached behind her to unbutton her dress.
"You're welcome," I purred as she pulled off her dress in a single go. She had on a white bra. Cheap and utilitarian.
She shoved off her tights and caught her panties. She peeled both off, her bush thick and black. I loved how eager she was.
The garter was just that powerful. Women all craved it.
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