1. Curiosity


    Date: 10/22/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: calikins, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    down to her slit, sliding between the wet folds of her vagina. She worked her clit furiously as she slowly worked her fingers in and out of her body. She couldn't stifle her moans as she toyed with herself and soon her entire body quaked with the force of her orgasm. "Oh, Mr. Smith..." fell out of her lips in husky supplication as she withdrew her fingers from her dripping cunt, drawing them to her lips and slowly licking all traces of her juices away. A slow smile curved her mouth as she took a moment to regain her senses, practically purring with pleasure. The sound of a car door slamming shut broke her from her reverie and she cursed loudly, frantically unclasping the clamps from her now extremely sensitive nipples. She couldn't stop a groan of pain as the blood flow returned in a painful rush. Drawing the fabric of her bra back up was a new torture in and of itself. She dropped the clamps back onto the shelf she had taken them from and slammed the cabinet doors shut. With shaking fingers, she managed to get the buttons of her uniform through their proper holes and she smoothed a hand over her hair as though expecting it to be disheveled from her wanton behaviour. She snatched up the broom and dust pan and briskly walked to the door, turning off the lights and hurrying back into the main house just as the front door closed firmly behind her employer. She tried to ...
    contain her blush as she stammered a greeting, "Mr. Smith! You startled me. I must have lost track of time. I'll have to finish up in the workshop tomorrow, I didn't get to the mopping, I'm afraid." She was babbling and knew it, but was unable to cease her nervous chatter. Mr. Smith smiled reassuringly at her. "That's okay. I'm sure you had a lot of other things to get done. It can wait another day." She nodded mutely as she put away the broom and dust pan, unable to look him in the eyes. Surely he must know what she had just been up to! *Don't be silly*, she silently chided herself, *how could he possibly know such things?* "Well then, if there is nothing else you needed, Mr. Smith, I'll just grab my things and be on my way." She continued to keep her eyes downcast, not daring to meet his direct stare. "Of course," he responded. "Drive safely. We'll see you tomorrow." She scurried from the room, gathered her things, and fled the scene, breathing a sigh of relief as the heavy door closed behind her. That had been close - too close. Thank goodness she had heard Mr. Smith's car door, or who knows what might have happened! Confident in the knowledge there was no way Mr. Smith could have known what just happened in his workshop, she got in her car and set off for home, blissfully unaware of the high tech security system the Smith's had installed just a few weeks prior.
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