Chapter 93: CH 86: Nameless |Original Author's Note/ Join his P@treon !!!!
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{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
"You can be sure that I won't do anything against her explicit wishes," I added, my smirk even wider.
And if Susan turned out to be too weak-willed to resist my advances, that was definitely not my fault.
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Daphne looked unhappy about the distinction, but also she didn't have a lot to argue. "You won't mind if she stays in the common area, right? My room is already crowded with both Tracey and Astoria living with me,"
"Of course not, she's a delight," I answered. "So, on a more serious topic, what's your ideas about how to handle the rest of the house?" I said, starting a serious discussion that lasted twenty minutes where she explained a lot of details that didn't interest me other than the fact that the would work.
I was aware that she was trying to position things so that she was going to have vastly more benefits than I do, but I had no problem with that. I was simply playing a different league.
Also, it was for my benefit to make her think that she could easily manipulate me with a flash of flesh, so that she would rely on it whenever she needed a favor.
The idea of Ice Queen prostituting her friends just to earn minor favors was too enticing to ignore.
"I think we need to dress if we're going to be at the breakfast, but it was a nice meeting," I reminded Daphne as I stood up, walking toward my room.
Then, just as I was about to enter, I turned to her once more. "Also, can you send Susan in so that she can help me dress," I added, and closed the door without waiting for an answer.
I heard a knock a minute later. "Come in," I called. The door opened, revealing Susan, who was still in her maid costume.
"Umm," she murmured, her eyes on the floor, something I appreciated, because it gave me time to enjoy her cleavage without being noticed. "I'm here to help you dress," she whispered.
"Go ahead," I said with a smirk as I pointed at the wardrobe. She said nothing as she moved at the wardrobe, selecting a robe, a shirt, and slacks.
She was about to turn, when I pointed at the drawers on the bottom. "Don't forget the socks and the underwear," I said. She wasn't facing me, but it wasn't hard to imagine the horror on her face.
Still, she said nothing as she bent over, which pulled her short skirt even higher, giving me an unobstructed view of her black lacy panties.
I was especially interested in noting a small spot of wetness over her core, proof that she might be having confusing feelings about the moment, which made the situation even better.
I noticed the way her eyes dipped down when she turned to face me, shocked to see the size of my erection, forcing a tent to my robe.
She managed to ignore it as she placed my clothes on the bed, and sent a longing gaze at the door, hoping that it would be the end of it.
I had no intention of allowing that of course, so I raised my arms, showing I expected her to actually undress me.
I wasn't really hopeful of it happening on the first day, but I wanted to test her limit. So, when I felt her fingers on my robe, pulling it off, I was pleasantly surprised.
After she removed my robe, I turned at her, giving her the full frontal view of my naked body, including a raging boner.
Her eyes dipped down once again, this time staying there for several seconds before she managed to pull them off in a panic and reached for my boxers.
I sat on the corner of the bed, making it easier to slide my boxers on, the fact that she was giving an amazing view of her cleavage as she did so making the moment even better.
Of course, when she managed to pull it all the way, she was met with another problem, namely, she failed to stuff my full erection into my boxers.
For a full minute, I enjoyed her gentle grasp around my shaft as she tried to handle my shaft. "Maybe you need to solve the problem you created before you can complete your task," I commented.
"The problem I created?" she murmured distractedly, her attention grabbed by my throbbing shaft.
"The one you're caressing right now," I reminded her, making her jerk back in shock. "Come on Susan," I continued casually. "Don't tell me that you wore this costume putting your assets to best effect accidentally, bending over and leaning down to force a view again and again," I smirked as I suddenly grabbed her tit and gave a squeeze, making her freeze in shock. "This was exactly what you wanted, and now you need to take responsibility, or explain to Daphne why I wasn't in the breakfast."
Emotions danced on her face, most too quick to catch, but in the end, it settled on an arousing mixture of resignation and desire. Clearly, despite Daphne's assurances, she had prepared herself for the consequences after wearing her maid costume. Or maybe, she was too tempted by the size of my shaft.
She was about to wrap her hands around, when I spoke once more. "I want you to use your spectacular tits. They are your best traits," I said, earning a blush from her.
Still, she fell on her knees and pulled her costume down with a simple tug, revealing her gravity-defying breasts, a true miracle considering their size.
I sat on the edge as well, enjoying the warmth as she wrapped my shaft with her beautiful breasts.
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