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Amy The Nanny

"Amy, the teenaged nanny, stumbles upon a world of hidden desires when she goes to work for the Enderbys."

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Author's Notes

"Copyright © 2024 Cassidy Egan. All characters are over the age of 18. This story is intended for mature audiences only and may contain instances and language some find objectionable. Cover art by Cassidy Egan using generated AI images."

Amy nervously sat on the edge of an elegant, cream-colored chaise lounge, her fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of her summer dress. The opulent room was both intimidating and awe-inspiring, with its lofty ceilings and large windows that allowed sunlight to cascade over expensive-looking furniture.

"Ah, you must be Amy Carlton," said a sultry voice from behind her. She turned to see Laura Enderby, a vision of grace and sophistication in her tailored blouse and pencil skirt, holding out a perfectly manicured hand. "I'm Laura. It's lovely to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too," Amy replied, her voice hardly above a whisper as she shook the woman’s hand. Laura had a surprisingly firm grip, and Amy suspected she worked out a lot.

"My husband should be along shortly," Laura began, “but we can make a start without him.” As she sat down in an armchair opposite, Amy took the opportunity to study the woman. With her expressive eyes framed by wavy blonde hair, and an athletic, shapely body, it was clear Laura had an alluring beauty that matched both her confident demeanour and the opulent surroundings.

"Your résumé is a little light on experience, Amy," Laura began, her blue eyes scanning the document in her hand. "But that’s only to be expected given your age, I suppose. I see you're studying literature at the university."

"Yes… that's right," Amy stuttered, trying her best to maintain eye contact despite her nerves. She felt a sudden urge to prove herself, to show that she was more than just a nervous student. “I’m in the first year of my studies, and while I still live with my Mum, I want to be as financially independent as possible. That’s why I’m looking for part-time work.”

Laura gave a short enigmatic smile.

Just then Laura’s husband entered the room with a firm stride, dressed sharply in a charcoal suit. He was in his mid-fifties, probably twenty years older than his wife. His deep-set eyes seemed to pierce through Amy, making her squirm a little in her seat. He extended a pudgy hand, which she hesitantly shook. "Jack Enderby," he introduced himself gruffly. "So, you're here for the weekend nanny position?"

"Yes, Mr. Enderby," Amy responded.

"Call me Jack," he replied cheerfully, his eyes roaming over her body before settling on her ample breasts. The young woman flushed under his gaze, suddenly conscious of her low-cut summer dress. “Well, I must say, my old nanny never looked as good as you, Miss Carlton.” He seemed oblivious to the sharp glare his wife gave him.

“Please, call me Amy.”

“Certainly,” replied Enderby.

"Let's discuss our expectations for the role," Laura interjected, bringing the conversation back on track. "We have a full-time nanny for weekdays, but we also need someone who can look after the children on weekends while we attend various social functions. There may also be some light housekeeping involved."

"Of course," Amy nodded, eager to prove her worthiness for the position. "I've had experience babysitting and I'm very responsible." Her words were more assertive now, reflecting her growing confidence.

"Excellent," Enderby chimed in, his eyes still fixated on her cleavage. "And how do you feel about a live-in arrangement? For those days you’re on duty, of course. We can provide a separate bedroom and bathroom for your privacy."

"Uh, that would be... fine," Amy hesitated, her mind racing with thoughts of living under the same roof as this affluent couple.

"Great," Laura said with a genuine smile. "Now, we have a few rules we'd like you to follow. First, we expect discretion regarding our family matters, especially when it comes to our... personal lives." Her eyes flickered to her husband, who returned the glance with an unreadable expression.

"Absolutely," Amy agreed.

"Also," Laura continued, "we require that you take sole responsibility for the children, and you must be punctual and dependable. Can we count on you for that?"

"Definitely," Amy assured them, her determination shining through.

"Excellent," Enderby said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Then, welcome to the Enderby household, Amy."

The Enderby family name, steeped in local history and prestige, was one of the oldest in the village. Their home was nothing short of impressive. Nestled away on its own grounds, it featured an expansive manicured lawn that swept towards an ivy-clad facade. Inside, the interiors were modern and elegant.

As part of her new role, Amy was responsible for looking after Enderby's two children – ten-year-old Max and eight-year-old Lily. Both were well-mannered and easy to care for, making her job less challenging than she had initially expected. It helped that the children quickly grew fond of her.

During that first weekend, Amy did her best to focus on her studies and her newfound responsibilities as a part-time nanny. She desperately needed the extra income. It would allow her to pay for her tuition fees and living expenses, bringing relief to her previously strained financial situation.

However, she couldn’t fail to notice that despite the outwardly perfect arrangement, there seemed more to Laura and Jack Enderby’s marriage than met the eye. She overheard several hushed, tense conversations, their exchanges sharp and urgent.

She was reminded of her mother’s none-too-subtle comment, "Amy, I've heard things about that Jack Enderby. Just keep your guard up around him."

Enderby was always stealing glances at her when he thought she wasn't looking, his gaze lingering on her body. When their eyes met, he didn’t always look away, and on those occasions, she felt a hot flush creeping up her neck before expanding to other areas of her body, generating an unsettling thrill.

Laura, on the other hand, seemed more reserved, a woman of polite smiles and carefully chosen words.

During the second weekend, Enderby’s attentions seemed to escalate. No longer content with stolen glances, he seemed to take every opportunity to get close to Amy. His approaches were subtle at first, a gentle touch on the shoulder as he passed by or on occasion, leaning in just a little too close when asking about the children. Amy felt a twinge of discomfort but tried to brush it off as over-sensitivity. Despite what her mother said about his reputation, she dismissed the idea he’d try it on with her while his wife was so close.

On Saturday afternoon, during the third weekend, Laura whisked the children away for their horse-riding lessons, leaving Amy alone to tidy up the post-lunchtime chaos. No sooner had the Range Rover disappeared up the gravel driveway, than Enderby strolled in, his presence filling the kitchen with an unsettling air.

Amy focused on cleaning dishes and felt a surge of apprehension as he leaned casually against the kitchen counter, watching her move about the room.

"Quiet around here, isn't it?" he remarked. His tone was one of over-familiarity and his eyes followed her movements a little too closely, making her increasingly uncomfortable.

Amy nodded politely, keeping her responses brief and her demeanor professional. "Yes, Mr. Enderby. The children were looking forward to their riding lessons. They could talk about nothing else during lunch."

Enderby ignored her attempt to steer the conversation towards neutral topics. He moved closer, under the pretense of helping her with the dishes. "You know, Amy, I've been meaning to tell you how much I appreciate your hard work around here. Laura and I, we're lucky to have you."

His compliment, though seemingly harmless, carried a distinct undercurrent. She edged away subtly, placing a stack of dishes in a cupboard to create more distance between them.

"I'm just doing my job, Mr. Enderby," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Enderby, undeterred, took a step forward, his intentions becoming unmistakably clear. "Come on, Amy, no need to be so formal. We're all friends here, aren't we?"

Amy was cornered and what happened next seemed inevitable. Enderby leaned in close, his bulky frame seeming to block out any possibility of escape. Her heart pounded as she felt his unwanted touch on her thigh. She tried to push his hand away, but he only tightened his grip, making her feel trapped and helpless. His fingers were rough against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"Come on, Amy," he whispered in her ear. "Let’s have some fun. You know you want to."

Her stomach churned with angst at his words, but a part of her couldn't deny the sudden surge of arousal she felt. Had his previous unwanted attentions been laying an unconscious groundwork for this unexpected reaction? She tried to keep her voice steady as she spoke. "Mr. Enderby, this is not... appropriate."

He continued to grope her, his hands wandering higher and higher up her skirt until they were dangerously close to her panties.

Amy's thoughts were a jumbled mess as she tried to maintain her composure. "What if we're caught," she said, trying to push him away again.

He chuckled darkly. "You're so cute when you're being stubborn. But we both know you want this. I’ve seen the way you look back at me."

Amy's eyes widened in shock. How could he even suggest such a thing? She was sure she’d never given any indication she was interested in him.

"Please," she begged. "I can't do this. I have to go."

She managed to pull away from him and ran out of the room, ignoring his protests and calls after her. As soon as she was certain he was not following, she collapsed against the wall, shaking with fear and anger. How could he have said those things? And why did her body betray her in that way when responding to his touch?

Amy knew she had to keep what happened a secret from Laura, or she'd probably lose her job. Yes, that was the reason, she argued to herself, the only reason she wouldn't complain to his wife. The fact she'd become aroused during his groping, and even had a moment when she thought she might give in to his demands were entirely irrelevant. She vowed to never let him near her again, no matter what.

But then she heard footsteps approaching and looked up to see Enderby standing in front of her.

"Amy," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You can't keep avoiding me forever."

She experienced a surge of fear, but also a strange thrill at the way he was looking at her.

"Please, Mr. Enderby," she said, her voice trembling. "We can't do this."

"Are you sure about that?" he asked, taking a step closer, whispering into her ear, while pressing the hardness of his groin into her hip, before letting one hand slip behind to take a firm hold of her butt-cheek and give it a none-to-gentle squeeze. "Because I think you want me just as much as I want you."

Amy felt her resolve crumbling, but she willed herself to stay strong. She couldn't let him win this game, no matter how much she weakened. She pushed him away finding him surprisingly compliant, but with that annoyingly smug smile still plastered on his face.

“Have it your way,” he said nonchalantly.

As she walked down the hallway, she could feel his eyes following her, but refused to look back. She had made her decision - she would not give in to his advances, no matter how tempting they might be.

But even as she walked away, Amy could feel her body betraying her. Her skin was hot, and her heart palpitated, and she couldn't shake the feeling that Enderby was right, maybe she really did want it.  She shook her head as if the physical action would dislodge the thought. She needed to stay strong, to resist his advances no matter what. But with each passing incident, it was getting harder and harder to do just that.

********

Amy stayed in her room for the rest of the day, only leaving when she heard the Rover pull up and the children running excitedly around the house. As she entered the kitchen, she took a deep breath and tried to compose herself. She couldn't let anyone see how vulnerable she was feeling right now, especially not Laura.

"Is everything okay, Amy?" Laura asked, looking up from the dishes she was drying.

Amy forced a smile, desperate to hide her inner turmoil. "Everything's fine,” she lied smoothly. “Sorry about the washing up, I had a bit of a headache and went to lie down and lost track of time. Let me finish up for you."

"That’s okay," Laura responded. “It’s almost done.  Have you seen Jack? He’s to go into the village to have drinks with an important client.  He’s going to be late.”

Amy shook her head and replied a little too quickly. "No, I haven’t seen him all day.”

Laura turned and gave Amy a strange look. Did she suspect something?

“You look a little pale, Amy. Did you take anything for that headache?”

“No. I think I just need to get some fresh air, that’s all”.

With that, she turned and headed for the door, eager to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the house.

As she stepped out into the cool night air, Amy took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. Laura couldn’t suspect her of anything because nothing had happened.  Not really. And what little had occurred between her, and Mr. Enderby was all down to him.

Amy walked aimlessly around the grounds of the large house and was approaching the garage when she felt a sudden, firm grip on her shoulder. She turned sharply to see Enderby; his expression unreadable in the dim light of evening.

"Amy," Enderby's voice was casual, almost indifferent, but his breath smelled of whiskey as he whispered lewdly into her ear. "You've been on my mind all afternoon, you cock-teasing little slut. What you need is a good fucking."

"Mr. Enderby, this isn't right," Amy's voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of uncertainty. "We both know this is so wrong."

"Do we?" Enderby’s tone was insistent as he took a step closer, his presence imposing. "Sometimes, Amy, what we want isn't what we need. But we go for it anyway."

Amy's heart danced, with a mix of apprehension and frustration, and maybe just a little bit of excitement.

"Mr. Enderby, please," she pleaded. "Not again."

Her words seemed to hover in the air, but Enderby's actions didn't waver. He leaned into her personal space, his breath hot and wet against her skin. "Sometimes, Amy, it's too hard to stop what's already in motion."

As his lips found her neck, Amy's resolve wavered. She knew the inevitable dangers that lay in the path of surrendering to Enderby’s lust, yet in that moment, her own desires undermined any resistance to what this older man wanted to do to her.

"Please," she whispered, her voice a mix of fear and yearning. Her body, betraying her better judgement, leaned into his, as if drawn by a magnetic force she couldn't resist.

Enderby spun Amy round and pushed her up against the wall. His hand slid up under her skirt and began caressing her inner thigh vigorously. His fingers inched closer to her cunt, his touch sending waves of arousal through her body. She was simultaneously repelled and attracted to his arrogance, thinking he could just grope her like this without any repercussions.

"Mr. Enderby, please...," she murmured.

His fingers entered her panties, slipping past the cotton fabric, into the moistening folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes, feeling her arousal flare intensely as his fingers sought out and stroked her engorged clitoris. He growled softly in her ear. "Why would I stop now, you little whore, when I finally have you where I want you?"

His other hand snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him as he thrust his groin into her from behind. She could feel him hardening against her arse, a clear sign of how much he wanted her. His hold was vice-like, forcing her body to move with his dry-humping rhythm. It was impossible to break free, even if she really wanted to.

She made a half-hearted attempt to shrug him off, but he only chuckled darkly before whispering, "I know you’re loving this, you horny little slut." His fingers delved deeper into her wetness, bypassing her inner pussy lips, into the depths of her cunt, finding her G-spot and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.

Amy moaned softly as his fingers thrust in and out, his rhythm steady and purposeful. She was wet and aroused, her pussy clenching around his fingers as he worked her over. Her head swam with a mix of desire and protest, but her body didn't care. She was losing control, and it was intoxicating. She gasped as he slipped a third finger into her pussy, stretching her inner walls.

To suppress any admission of the pleasure coursing through her, Amy bit her lip to stifle a moan, but it was already futile. She was too far gone. She could feel an orgasm building inside her, a tidal wave of lust and desire.

Enderby must have sensed it too. “You're enjoying this, aren't you, you little trollop?" His voice was a low urgent growl, as he pressed his erection hard against the cheeks of her arse. Increasing the pace, he slid his fingers in and out of her slippery cunt, faster and harder, while his thumb began to pressure and then probe her anus.

She groaned softly, a mix of shame and desire as she felt the walls of her cunt constrict around his invading digits. "Oh God," she whimpered. "Don't stop, I'm so close."

“Tough,” he growled huskily. “Because I want to fuck the living daylights out of that cock-teasing, tight little cunt of yours," he groaned, his voice raw with desire.

Enderby withdrew his fingers from her pussy. She was so close to an orgasm; it left her cunt feeling empty and needy. Still pressed against the wall, she felt him pull down her panties until they were at her knees, then unzip his trousers and pull out his fully erect cock. It felt big, thick and hot against the flesh of her buttocks.

With her legs spread apart and her body held in place, Amy felt her cunt lips parting, exposing her wet, swollen pussy lips to the night air. Enderby took a moment to rub the bulbous head of his cock along her perineum, from her gaping cunt to her anus, teasing them both.

While Amy was not a virgin, she didn't have nearly as much experience with sex as many of her girlfriends. She braced herself because Mr. Enderby was just about to fuck her against the external wall of his garage, to stretch her pussy with his engorged cock and fill it completely. Her whole body tingled with the anxiety of such delicious anticipation.

"Fuck me, Mr. Enderby," she heard herself whisper. "Please."

Enderby laughed. "I was hoping you'd say something like that."

Then, just as he pressed the thick head of his cock against the entrance of her cunt, Amy heard footsteps approaching.

“Stop!” she gasped. “I think I hear Laura. She must be coming to see where I’ve gotten to.”

Enderby quickly stepped away from her, while frantically putting his cock back inside his pants.

Panicked, Amy pulled her panties up and adjusted her skirt, just in time to see Laura appear from round the corner of the house. The woman spoke sharply as she addressed her husband. "Jack, I thought you'd already gone."

"Couldn't find my car keys," stammered Enderby. "Amy was good enough to help me search. Where did you find them, again?"

"In your study," said Amy quickly.

Enderby held up his keys and gave them a rattle, just to prove he had them.

Both women watched Enderby drive off. Neither spoke until Amy said, “I’d better go and see what mischief the children are up to.” Then she walked quickly back into the house.

********

An hour later, after Amy had put the children to bed, she entered the living room. She bit her lip nervously, her eyes darting around as if expecting something amiss, far from sure the escapade between herself and Enderby, and their impromptu reaction to his wife’s sudden appearance, had gone unnoticed entirely by Laura.

She was pleased to find the atmosphere in the room was very welcoming. The dim lighting cast a warm glow, creating an intimate and inviting space. Soft music played in the background, adding a layer of tranquillity. The combination of sensory details wrapped around Amy like a gentle embrace.

Laura asked, "Amy, are you okay?" Her tone was casual but her eyes searched Amy's face for a hint of something more.

"Um, yeah, I'm fine," Amy stuttered, her fingers fidgeting with the soft cotton of her t-shirt, as she avoided Laura's gaze. “My headache is completely gone. The fresh air seemed to do the trick.”

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"Come, sit down with me," Laura said, gesturing toward the couch. "Let's enjoy some wine and unwind a bit, shall we?" Her smile was warm, but there was an edge to her voice, a subtle hint of probing.

Amy hesitated for a moment, her mind racing for an excuse but finding none, before finally agreeing. As she sat down, she kept a careful distance, her body angled slightly away from Laura.

As they settled on the couch, Laura poured two large glasses of wine and handed one to Amy. On the screen, an old romantic comedy played, adding a light-hearted ambiance to their conversation.

Laura inquired nonchalantly, "Has Jack been causing you any trouble?", as she took a sip from her glass.

Amy's eyes widened in surprise, caught off-guard by the question. She hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "No," she lied eventually.

“Are you sure? I’m well aware of how he can be around attractive young women."

"Mr. Enderby’s been very nice to me," Amy insisted.

Laura's lips curved into a knowing smile. "If you say so, my dear, but I'm under no illusions about my husband, and I wasn’t in the least bit fooled by that little display outside the garage.” 

“I… I…” Amy was completely lost for words.

Laura gave out a little chuckle. “Let me tell you when I met Jack he was already married, but that didn't stop him from chasing me like a love-sick puppy." She paused to take a sip of her wine. "He's like most, if not all men, the command centre of his brain is located in his cock.”

Amy couldn’t help but laugh at the older woman’s frankness.

“Once you know that, all men can be putty in your hands. Look at me for instance. I used Jack’s lecherous ways to leverage, what would have been a one-night stand into a full-fledged affair and, eventually, after I got him to divorce his wife, our marriage and all this around us."

Amy listened intently; her curiosity piqued.

Laura continued, her voice steady and confident. "Mind you, not that he changed his skirt-chasing ways for very long. But eventually Jack and I came to an unspoken arrangement. Don’t ask, and absolutely never tell.”

As Amy absorbed Laura's words, she couldn't help but wonder.  Was Laura subtly giving her permission to fuck her husband, so long as they kept it discreet? She said, “That’s a very unusual understanding.”

Laura replied, “It’s not an arrangement most couples could agree to, but all I can say is it works for us."

"Tell me, Amy," Laura said, her voice slightly slurred from the wine, “What about your love life? Any steamy encounters or passionate flings with other students or, dare I ask, any lecturers or professors?"

Amy felt her cheeks flush at the question. "Um, not really," she mumbled, looking down at her glass.

"Ah, don't be shy, dear. We've all had our share of experiences." Laura took another sip of wine before continuing, "You know, back when I was in college, I was in a series of lesbian relationships for most of my time there."

Amy's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected that revelation from the poised and seemingly conservative woman sitting next to her.

"Really?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"Absolutely," Laura replied with a soft giggle. "I was experimenting at the time. It was quite the adventure. And let me tell you, there's something very special about being with another woman. A novel and intense dimension to love-making you can never experience with a man."

As they continued to drink and chat, Amy found herself growing increasingly comfortable on the couch. The alcohol seemed to be taking effect, loosening her inhibitions, and making her feel almost...giddy.

"Here, have some more wine," Laura offered, refilling Amy's glass.

"Thanks," she replied with a tipsy smile, taking a large gulp.

"Amy," Laura whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Have you ever wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman?"

The question caught Amy off-guard, but instead of feeling repulsed or uncomfortable, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the idea. Her pulse began to race as she considered her response.

Laura's eyes locked onto Amy's, a sudden intensity in her gaze. Slowly, she reached out her hand and gently caressed the girl’s face, her fingers delicately tracing the outline of her lips. A shiver ran down Amy's spine as an electric anticipation built between them.

"Maybe...I have," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “There was a girl in my class at secondary school, her name was Cynthia.  But nothing ever really happened.”

"Would you like to find out what it’s like?" Laura asked, her lips curving into a seductive smile.

Before Amy could respond, Laura closed the distance between them, pressing her lips against Amy's in an enthusiastic kiss. Their mouths moved together, tongues dancing and exploring each other with fervour. Laura's hands roamed over Amy's body, fondling, and caressing her flesh, igniting a fire deep within her.

Amy felt a mixture of shock and excitement at how easily she had engaged in her first lesbian experience. She couldn't help but suspect that her earlier sexual arousal during the incident with Enderby had ironically left her open to Laura's advances. With each touch, each lingering stroke, Amy felt herself becoming increasingly engulfed by the thrilling, yet forbidden sensation of being with another woman – especially the wife of the man who had almost fucked her earlier in the evening.

Suddenly Laura rose from the couch and extended a hand to Amy. "I want you to come upstairs with me now," she said.

Amy saw immediately how the older woman’s demeanour had shifted. The gentleness in her touch while they’d kissed was replaced by a more assertive and dominant aura that radiated from her.

To Amy, it struck her as more of an order than a request, and it sent a shiver of expectancy through her. Laura seized her hand and raised her up from the couch before placing a firm hand on her waist. The older woman led her silently out of the room and up the stairs to the master bedroom.

After she’d closed the bedroom door, Laura commanded, "Undress for me," her eyes locked on Amy's. "Do it slowly, I want to savour every moment."

Amy hesitated for a fraction of a second before complying, her hands shaking slightly as she began to remove her clothing. Piece by piece, she revealed her body to Laura, who watched with an intensity that both thrilled and intimidated the younger woman.

Once completely naked, Amy stood before Laura, feeling exposed yet strangely empowered. Laura circled her, eyes raking over her body, taking in every curve and angle as the older woman undressed. Closing the distance between them once more, Laura pressed her lips against Amy's, their kisses now filled with hunger and desire.

"Touch me," Laura whispered into Amy's ear, taking her hand, and guiding it to her own breast. Amy hesitated for a moment, but the anticipation in Laura's gaze urged her forward. She explored Laura's body, feeling the softness of her skin, the heat radiating from her pussy, and the rapidly hardening nipples beneath her fingertips.

As they continued to kiss, Amy felt Laura's hands travel down her body, eventually coming to rest between her legs. The sudden contact made her gasp, and she could feel the wetness resurfacing to pool at her entrance. In a fashion remarkably like Enderby’s, Laura traced teasing circles around Amy's clit, making her moan and arch her back in pleasure.

"Tell me what you want, you little tramp," Laura demanded, her breath hot against Amy's neck.

"Please Laura...touch me, … make me come," Amy begged, her voice thick with need. She’d almost orgasmed earlier outside the garage, and desperately wanted to climax this time.

With a sudden movement and surprising strength, Laura seized Amy by the hair and brought their faces close, before saying, “Call me Mistress.”

Amy was totally taken aback by Laura’s unexpected aggression, and failed to articulate a response, but could only look into the face of the older woman and see the steely determination in her eyes.

“You’ll address me as your Mistress, you dirty little slut.”

Amy could hardly believe this was the same person who had been so tender and loving with her just moments before. Yet, as much as she was confused by what had happened, Amy was also strangely aroused by the thought of being controlled and dominated.

As Laura's words echoed in her mind, Amy felt a surge of wetness between her legs. She couldn't explain it, but the thought of submitting to Laura, and being treated like a dirty little slut, was proving incredibly erotic.

"I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to disrespect you," Amy managed to say at last, her voice trembling slightly.

"That’s much better. I’ll teach you how to be a good little whore," Laura purred, gently stroking Amy's hair. “Now, beg me to give that tight little cunt of yours what its aching for.”

"Please, Mistress, please make me come."

Laura's eyes flashed with pure hunger as she dropped to her knees between Amy's spread legs. Her tongue and fingers ravaged Amy's wet cunt with a primal intensity, igniting every nerve in her body with fiery pleasure. She was consumed by the overwhelming sensations, feeling completely exposed and at the mercy of this dominant woman. In that moment, Amy was willing to surrender herself entirely, craving more of the all-consuming pleasure that only Laura could deliver.

"Oh, yes, Mistress. Please make me come," she whimpered, her hands gripping Laura's hair tightly.

Electric currents of pleasure surged through Amy's body as Laura's lips and tongue traced every curve and crevice of her throbbing, aching clitoris. The intense pressure and wetness made her squirm and gasp, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations. It was as if her entire body was engulfed in flames, a blazing heat radiating from her pussy and spreading to every inch of her being. Her senses were amplified, the slightest touch or movement from Laura sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through her.

Amy's chest heaved as she pushed herself closer and closer to the edge, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. She lost control of her body, instinctively grinding her hips against Laura's face. She felt herself spinning closer to the edge of a powerful climax, her body tingling with excitement.

"I'm going to come, Mistress. Please don't stop," Amy begged.

With a final burst of energy, Laura enveloped Amy's clit with her mouth once more and applied intense suction. Instantly, Amy was propelled into an overwhelming climax. Her body convulsed as she was hit with wave after wave of pure pleasure, and she let out a cry of blissful delirium.

After a few moments, Laura withdrew and pulled Amy into her arms, stroking her hair gently as the younger woman came down from her high.

Laura murmured. "You're a randy little trollop, aren’t you?"

Amy should have been struck by the similarity of expressions used by both Laura and her husband, but in her post climatic stupor, she dismissed any lingering doubts or fears. All thoughts were replaced by an all-consuming desire to fully submit to Laura's dominance. The woman had opened her eyes to a whole new world of pleasure.

Laura sat up suddenly, ready for action again. "Sit on the side of the bed, you little whore!”

Amy obeyed without hesitation.

The older woman stepped away and opened a large bottom drawer to her dressing table, revealing an assortment of toys. Amy's eyes widened at the sight, but her curiosity quickly gave way to arousal.

From the drawer, Laura retrieved a strap-on with a big, black dildo attached. She said, “I’m going to make you worship this, you little slut.”

Slowly, confidently, she fastened the harness straps around her hips, never taking her eyes off Amy, feeding off the younger woman’s obvious trepidation.

Amy caught the flicker of cold superiority in the older woman's narrowed gaze, as she stood imperiously at the foot of the bed, her stance wide and commanding, making the black dildo look even more threatening. She felt a mingled thrill of fear and excitement as she realized how completely she’d given herself over to her mistress.

"Kneel for me," Laura ordered, her voice firm yet seductive.

Amy hesitated for a moment, her mind still reeling from the rapidity and intensity of the shifting dynamics of the situation in such a short space of time. But as she looked into Laura's eyes, she found herself unable to resist, compelled by an irresistible desire to submit. “Yes, Mistress,” she said, and with a slow, almost reverent movement, slid off the bed and onto her knees before Laura.

"Good girl," Laura cooed, the approval in her voice making Amy's heart race. The older woman reached down and stroked the length of the strap-on, her gaze never leaving Amy's face.

"Show me how much you want this, you little slut," Laura commanded, her voice dripping with lust. "Worship it like you would a real cock."

Swallowing hard, Amy hesitated only briefly before leaning forward and taking the tip of the dildo into her mouth. The taste was foreign, but it only served to fuel her growing arousal. As she wrapped her lips around the silicone phallus, Amy could feel Laura watching her intently, the heat in her gaze alighting a fire within her.

With every bob of her head, Amy felt herself surrendering increasingly to Laura's control, the act of submission igniting a primal need within her. Any residual uncertainty gave way to raw desire, each flick of her tongue and gentle suck only serving to heighten her own arousal.

"Such a good little whore," Laura murmured, her hand coming to rest on the back of Amy's head. "Now, take it deeper."

Lost in the moment, Amy obeyed without hesitation, opening her throat, and allowing the dildo to slide further into her mouth. The sensation was both thrilling and overwhelming, the knowledge she was pleasing her Mistress only serving to fuel her desire.

"Enough," Laura breathed, her voice husky with lust. She gently pulled Amy's head back, the dildo slipping from her lips with a wet pop. "Now, get on your hands and knees on the bed, I’m going to fuck you."

“Yes, Mistress.” Amy complied without hesitation, positioning herself in the centre of the soft mattress.

Laura climbed onto the bed and took up position behind her, kneeling between her parted legs.  The older woman took a firm hold of her hair and pulled on it, so Amy was forced to arch her back, as the tip of the dildo was placed at the wet lips of her tight young cunt. The sensation of the silicone phallus pressing against her sent shivers down the girl’s spine, her entire body taut with expectation. Then Laura entered her, pushing all the way in, her wet state of arousal helping the intrusion of the artificial cock, until Amy felt the cold metal ring of the harness meet her bare and swollen pussy lips.

"Take a deep breath, baby," Laura gasped, her voice laced with authority and desire. "I'm going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before."

The girl responded, “Oh, yes, Mistress. Please!”

Amy let out an audible gasp and this only spurred Laura on, as she continued to push deeper and deeper inside her pussy before pulling back slightly, leaving just the tip of the dildo inside. With her hands firmly planted on Amy's shoulders, Laura began to thrust her body back and forth with force, grunting with the effort. Each time she drove the dildo all the way in until it reached its base.

After feeling fearful and hesitant just moments ago, Amy was astonished by how easily her young body accepted the large dildo. She had never taken something of that size before, but it slipped in and out with no resistance. It even started to feel pleasurable, especially as she began rubbing her clitoris, certain that an orgasm was building up inside her.

"You cock-hungry little slut," Laura panted.

It didn’t take long for Amy to feel the onset of her next climax and sensed its intensity would be even greater than her first. To increase the impact and frequency of the penetrations even more, she pushed herself back onto the advancing dildo.

"You little fucking whore,” Laura rasped breathlessly. She was already going at full pelt, but somehow the domineering energy of the slurs seemed to give her a further injection of power and speed.

"Please, Mistress, make me come again!"

Each thrust seemed to take Amy deeper into the realm of ecstasy, her moans filling the room as her body arched beneath Laura's battering invasions into her cunt. It was an experience unlike any she'd ever had, the power dynamics between them only serving to heighten her arousal.

"Mistress, please, don't stop," Amy begged, her voice barely more than a whimper. "This feels so good."

"Good little slut," Laura praised, maintaining the ferocious pace of her thrusts. The slap of sweating skin against skin punctuated the sounds of their shared pleasure.

As the passion between them reached a fever pitch, Amy felt herself teetering on the edge of orgasm. The sensations coursing through her body threatened to overwhelm her, but she didn't want it to end. She gasped for breath as her fingers dug into the satin sheets.

"That’s it. Take all of my cock in your tight little cunt," Laura growled, her voice filled with raw desire.

With one final, powerful thrust, Amy's entire being was consumed by a fiery inferno of pleasure. Her body tensed and trembled uncontrollably as her uterus, vagina, and anus all contracted in unison. A guttural moan escaped her lips as an intense climax ripped through her, leaving her gasping and breathless. Every nerve ending in her body was alight and she could feel every sensation amplified to an almost unbearable level. It was ecstasy unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

Behind her, in a sudden burst of motion, the older woman toppled forwards, her ample breasts pressed against Amy's back. Hot breaths mingled as they both gasped and moaned, having reached the peak of pleasure together. The older woman's hands cupped and squeezed Amy's full breasts, the weight of them filling her slender fingers before they collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, breathless heap, spent from their intense encounter.

When her breathing began to slow, Amy's mind swirled with conflicting emotions of confusion and arousal. She had never expected to find herself in this situation with another woman, let alone her employer, Laura Enderby. The intensity of her orgasm had left her shaken, even as the pleasure still tingled through her body.

Laura, on the other hand, seemed completely in her element. Her eyes gleamed with a mix of desire and power, and it was clear she was revelling in the control she had over Amy. With a self-satisfied grin, she removed the strap-on dildo and set it aside, her gaze never leaving Amy's flushed face.

"Did you enjoy that, you little trollop?" Laura asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

"Uh, yes," Amy stammered, trying to catch her breath from what had occurred between them.

"Good." Laura's smile grew wider, “because we’re not finished yet.”

Were they about to go again? Amy's stomach fluttered with a mixture of anticipation and arousal. She feared this encounter would have all sorts of consequences, but in this moment, her body craved the sensations that Laura could provide.

Just as Laura was about to lean in for another heated kiss, a sudden sound from outside shattered the sultry atmosphere. The unmistakable hum of a car engine pulling up in the gravel driveway sent a rush of panic coursing through Amy.

"Shit," Laura hissed, her eyes wide with alarm. "Fuck! That's Jack. I didn’t expect him back for ages.”

“What will we do?” asked Amy.

Quick, get dressed," Laura urged, her voice tense.

Amy hurriedly picked up her clothes, her hands trembling as she dressed.

"Meet me downstairs in five minutes," Laura instructed, her momentary alarm now replaced by a calculating calm. "Act casual, and don't let him suspect anything."

Amy nodded, too stunned to speak as she finished dressing. She was about to leave the room when Laura caught her by the hair and said, “Remember, Amy, you’re my little bitch now.  Don’t let him put his dirty hands on you ever again. You got that?”

“Yes Mistress,” she responded and was shocked at how her ready compliance to the older woman sent a spike of hot arousal to her core.

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Comments

Looking forward to next chapter, thank you , nice beginning 😘

Love it. Really! I had some thoughts. It would have interesting if Laura would have led Amy from the bedroom naked past past her husband. Telling him Amy belongs to her and to keep that old shrived dick away from Amy.. but your story was fantastic

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Simply lovely ❤️

Oooo, this is a game to the Enderbys. No doubt that Laura wants Amy to give in to Jack's advances, and that Jack will know about his wife fucking Amy. Amy is going to have some interesting experiences to look back on, and if she's played right, a glowing recommendation for future employment!

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Mmm, Mistress has a new slut to use. I hope we are going to hear where else Mistress's strap-on cock is going next.

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