At this point in the day I can honestly say that I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel about everything that had happened. Let me explain. I had been yelled at by my boss. I had walked in the scorching heat only to get to the owner of the ice cream parlor’s house and see him standing naked on the deck. I was then invited into his house and shown a video of me giving his son a blowjob, my boss at the ice cream parlor and accepting money for it. I was then fired and promptly hired back in a different position. To cap it off the owner of the ice cream parlor, Mr. Ken Keller, stared at a video of me with a cum covered cock in my mouth and said he wanted me to be his “Personal Assistant”.
I was extremely stressed and would have given anything to turn the clock back two weeks to when I hadn’t given that first blowjob.
“There is someone I want you to meet,” Mr. Keller announced and promptly got up and walked to his desk. He didn’t pick up the phone on the desk but rather opened a desk drawer and pulled a phone out. After poking around for a few seconds he put the phone to his ear and waited.
“Hey there Sweet Pea,” Mr. Keller said into the phone. He paused in silence for a few seconds as this ‘Sweet Pea’ spoke.
“Yeah, it went very well. Do you think you can do me a big favor?” Mr. Keller asked and waited for a response.
“Yeah the one from the video,” Mr. Keller answered and looked at me then up at the image frozen on the television on the wall.
“Can you get her a phone, get her hair done, a manicure, pedicure and take her shopping? You know what I like,” Mr. Keller paused and a smile came across her face followed by a low laugh.
“Hey, I really appreciate you coming over last night. I don’t know what came over me. I promise to make it up to you. Make sure you get something nice for yourself,” he said and paused.
“She’s here right now.” He laughed. “And yes my self-control is starting to falter so you should probably hurry.”
Without saying anything else Mr. Keller hung up the phone and put it back in the desk drawer.
“Kayla will be here to take you shopping in the city. Listen to everything she says. What style of clothes, shoes, everything. She will be giving you a phone so I can get in touch with you. There will be my number and Kayla’s number in the phone. Do you use it to call or text anyone else and never use names. It’s to be completely private. Okay?”
I sat there and just stared at Mr. Keller standing there in his robe.
“Yes, sir. But I . . .” I paused. “I don’t have any money.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of it and it will be my pleasure.”
“Sir, may I ask a question?”
“Sure anything,” Mr. Keller answered while standing in front of me.
He was no more than a foot in front of me. I was looking directly at the spot where his cock was and at the hem of his robe and then I looked up into his eyes.
“Why are you doing this? Why don’t you just fire me or call the police or kick me out of your house.”
Mr. Keller stepped closer and brushed his thumb down my cheek. I kept looking up in to his eyes and feeling the soft caress. I could smell the clean scent of his robe.
“I don’t know. There’s the video and a lot of curiosity. You’re sexy as hell even when you were soaking wet. I really don’t know, there’s something about you. I think you have something I want and I can help you in a lot of different ways.”
“What if I said you have something that I want too,” I said while giving a naughty little smile up at Mr. Keller while lightly grabbing the hem of his robe and spreading the material.
Inches from my face was Mr. Keller’s cock. He wasn’t erect but there was a fullness to his penis that let me know it wouldn’t take much to get him hard. I placed my fingertips under the tip of his cock and lifted him up so his cock was even with my mouth and I placed a chaste kiss on the tip.
“Hi, I’m Amanda and it’s very nice to meet you. I have a feeling that we going to become very close friends,” I playfully said to Mr. Keller’s cock. I smiled at the cock resting on my fingertips and placed another gentle kiss on the tip.
Mr. Keller slipped his hand into my hair and squeezed while tilting my head back so I was looking up into his eyes.
“I think you might be understating just how close we’re going to get,” Mr. Keller said while gently moving my head back toward his hardening cock.
His cock was now sticking straight out toward my mouth and Mr. Keller was directing my head toward the tip.
This was the point of no return for me.
Standing in front of me was a ruggedly handsome man. Early 40s, very fit, intelligent and financially well off if my quick accounting of his assets were accurate. Then there was me. An 18 year old high school student living in a Foster home with nothing. I’m 5 foot 8 inches tall and, maybe, 105 pounds on a bad day. I have blonde, blue eyes, small breasts and a petite figure. I had no assets to speak of other than the $2,000 I had earned from, well, being in this very position, on my knees.
We hadn’t negotiated a price but I’m sure if I said $200 Mr. Keller would have paid it. Instead I said nothing. I was just going to give him a freebie. I had screwed things up enough and was in enough trouble that it was probably best that I just keep my mouth closed, in a figurative manner that is, and move on. And hope that all this could go away.
In that moment I slipped my tongue out and started to swirl it around the tip of Mr. Keller’s hardening cock. I could feel the softness of the tip against my tongue at the same time that I could see his cock getting fuller and fuller.
“Oh, this looks interesting and all too familiar at the same time,” a distinctly female voice said.
As I turned my head toward where the voice had come from Mr. Keller said,
“Kayla, you know I love you dearly but you are a master of bad timing.”
“And who might this pretty little thing be? Let me guess. Is this is the girl in the video that got you so excited last night? I have to admit, seeing her down on her knees like that is really pretty hot,” Kayla said while she walked closer to us.
“Hi, honey,” Kayla said while kissing Mr. Keller softly on the lips.
I tried to hide my face as a surge of embarrassment rolled through me. I pressed my face into Mr. Keller’s lower stomach and pulled the robe material close so I could shield my face.
“Oh, you don’t need to be embarrassed Honey. Kenny and I watched your videos for hours last night. Didn’t we baby?” Kayla asked.
“Kayla, ten minutes. We need ten minutes and then you two and go shopping,” Mr. Keller smiled.
“Baby, it has never been ‘only’ ten minutes with you. I believe it was something like four hours last night. I’ll tell the pilot that we’re going to be a little late,” Kayla said while sitting down in Mr. Keller’s desk chair and picking up the phone.
She quickly punched in a few numbers and spoke into the phone. “This is Kayla, something’s come up and we’re going to be a little late. No, no, I don’t think it should take long.”
I looked up at Mr. Keller and he shook his head side to side and directed me to stand up by placing his finger under my chin and lifting up.
“Not right now and not like this. We’ll have plenty of time later,” Ken said.
“Awww, I really wanted to watch this,” Kayla pouted.
“You two go,” Mr. Keller said while pointing in the direction of the door. “Kayla, take her shopping and play nice.”
“Seriously? Oh my God. After what you did to my ass last night I really want to watch her try and tame that cock of yours.”
“Kayla!” Mr. Keller said sternly while shooting a look in her direction.
“Okay, okay, we’re going,” Kayla said surrendering.
Kayla walked over to Mr. Keller and kissed him softly on the lips. Mr. Keller slipped his hand down Kayla’s back and lightly caressed her ass.
“I’m sorry baby. I’ll make it up to you,” Mr. Keller said.
“I’m fine. It’s a good kind of sore. A gentle reminder of last night,” Kayla said as she placed another kissing on Mr. Keller’s lips.
“Good. Maybe the three of us can get together for dinner before you head back to London,” Mr. Keller said.
“Is that what you’re calling it now? ‘Dinner’,” Kayla played with a smile on her face.
“I hope you don’t mind if I don’t walk you to the door. I need to let some things get back to normal,” Mr. Keller said.
“Come on . . . Amanda. We’re going shopping. Kenny likes his women to look a certain way.”
