Pryce to Pay
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Episode 4: PURCHASE PRYCE
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 4: PURCHASE PRYCE - Willamina Pryce accepted a job 2000 miles from home as a first-time nanny to author Nick Benson and his wife Claire. Dollar signs in her eyes and a chance to start a new life in San Diego, California she jumped at the chance. With a writer that made 50 Shades of Grey look vanilla, her job was cut out for her. Her boss a nudist was tough by itself, but the more she learned the hotter it was. The nanny was more than caring for their child, she was caring for Nick. Serving more apt! Best job ever!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Slavery Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Willa Pryce had tossed and turned all night long. She was troubled by last night’s chapter re-enactment reading with her employer Nick Benson. An act that became all too real! Although it was abruptly cut short at Nick’s insistence, saying that the chapter was interpreted all wrong. A shame! She was really getting into it to the juncture that she lost herself to his all too real attentions.
Even though she felt the reality of his personification of Dorian’s actions he covered his tracks well. It was almost as if he believed he was his own character of Dorian Crane. Possessed one minute, then diverting back to award-winning author Nick Benson.
At 4 AM she decided enough was enough and got out of bed. She put on a knee level nightshirt that had a Chicago Bears logo on the front. Parading from her room she peered down the hall at Nick’s bedroom. No sign of life! She decided then to check in on baby Grace easing her door open to creep up to her crib. Found sleeping soundly, she lightly covered her up and took her leave. So adorable! So, innocent! This part of her career move as a nanny felt right.
Going downstairs she grabbed a small glass of orange juice and ventured out onto the deck overlooking the ocean. The night sky left everything to desire. The smog disguised the stars, unlike Chicago. She missed that much at the very least.
She kept hearing squeaking noises coming from the lower deck which led to a large enclosed greenhouse. Since arriving here she had yet to check that area of the property out. Curiosity led her down the steps until she reached the greenhouse. Glaring inside she spotted Nick lifting weights. For a writer he managed to keep astonishingly fit. She marveled at his six pack abs and rippling biceps. Even lifting weights, he maintained his dislike of clothing.
It was impossible not to admire his manhood. Even during exercise his penis managed a massive woody. If not invincible it was still hard. She found herself instantly wet. Go Rubs! Err ... Cubs!
As his repetitions halted, she watched him sit up straight and stretch. He winced as if his shoulder was in agony. After a few moments it passed and he found himself palming his dick. Stroking it gently she wondered if he had jerked off earlier after he stopped playing with her. Perhaps not! By his personal physique it was obvious that he had some pretty amazing stamina.
Unsure if she should approach him after her comments on last night’s exit she started to turn. Then inspiration hit her, his wife Claire Benson demanded that she keep him inspired. The risk of showing her curiosity here and now might prove valuable. In response she turned and opened the greenhouse door, entering without expression. Nick heard the door and stopped touching himself long enough to observe her shuffling toward him.
“You couldn’t sleep either?” She spoke! “Sorry, if I’m intruding!”
“I needed my daily workout to sharpen my mind for writing. Muscle for body helps the ego. Should you be down here leaving my daughter alone in the house?”
It hadn’t occurred to her. Turning pale, she started to dart away only to have Nick reach out and clutch the hem of her nightshirt accidently ripping it. Stopping cold she glared back at Nick.
Nick sneered at her then yanked at the shirt as hard as he could shredding it up the left side. Standing swiftly, he took both hands and tore the garment all the way to her armpit. She trembled harshly trying not to drop her juice glass and shatter it.
Noting her attempt he swatted the glass away landing it in a row of plants. Shock set in for Willa. His expression was devoid of emotion. Stopping only a moment to grimace at the shards of crystal he ripped the shirt off of her save for the neck. A vicious pull away from her made her lose balance until her head escaped the collar. Naked now, she stood terrified.
As swiftly as he had torn it from her, he stepped away to gently spread the leftover fabric of the shirt down on the the dusty wood floor. She couldn’t move, frozen with only a hint of fear. He had calmed himself just that fast, smiling brightly yet with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Finally, he moved to grip both of her arms and walked her backwards toward the shirt.
“Another bearskin rug.” Cubs! “Let’s get that chapter right this time.”
Willa had no idea how to get it right. She merely knelt there on top of her tattered Cub shirt. The man of the house immediately stood over her jerking off ferociously. Any attempt on her part to touch him led him to whisper his Dorian special.
“BATTLE!”
She quaked staring up at him without blinking. Then it dawned on her. For him to persistently say the word BATTLE it must have an inner meaning. Her thoughts raced, pondering each and every possible meaning. “Bat as in eyelashes? Bat as in the monster cock in front of me like a baseball bat? LE as in LAY? TLE/ LET?” Grasping for straws!
All she needed to do was lean toward him and await his excellence as his thick crown hovered over her face. Eying his precum trickling urethra she opened her jaw as wide as possible and protruded her tongue. The battle was in the wait. Never lose patience. Embrace what comes as offered or taken. That was how she deviated from the script. That was how Nick deviated from the chapter. He lost control. The beast within was his own soul. Grasping the truth, she held her breath and not once fluttered an eyelid.
Nodding feverishly Nick Benson/Dorian Crane detonated a massive load that splattered over her entire face, stray shots over her breasts. Her tongue cradled a portion of his load. Not swallowing until she could feel his final expiration. Even then she used her fingertips to wipe her face and lick them clean, showing him that she was holding out to get every drop.
“DRINK!” He bellowed! That she did. Once done she closed her eyes and savored the taste. Willamina Pryce loved his flavor! As if requesting with a needy expression she eased closer and took his penis into her mouth, suckling slowly in hopes of draining him dry as a way of honoring Dorian. Successful in her endeavor Nick leaned over and stroked her fiery red mane before caressing her cheek.
“Well acted! Reward shall come. Be ready by 9:00 AM. Today we shop. I will replace your Cubs jersey.”
“Thank you, Dorian! I will cherish this one until the new jersey arrives.”
“Go back to your room and get some sleep. Check on Grace first.”
“Yes, Dorian! Sara lives to serve you.”
She prayed that was what he wanted to hear. Inspiration was what his wife Claire had requested of her. Inspiration was what she intended to commit to. Money spoke volume! That, and in ways this whole scenario was her deepest, darkest unspoken fantasy. His novels were beyond steamy and extreme. Living them out would be as exciting to her as it must be for Nick. Yes! Dorian would get her full devotion.
Champ!
Willamina was up and ready to go by 8:00 AM. Showered, hair flowing over her milky shoulders, the scent of jasmine across her flesh. Perfecting her beauty in her ensuite mirror she trembled, thinking of Nick’s gruff demeanor in the greenhouse.
“I can’t believe I sucked his dick without being told to. Claire would be so proud of me. This job was definitely worth my moving clear across the country for. I just need to make certain my parents never find out what I’m committing to. Mom might be a model with a flirty side, but I seriously doubt she would approve of this.”
Abandoning the bra Nick had given back to her after her completed dare, she refused to wear it ever again, nor her panties. Gone for good! She dressed in one of her thigh high skirts, and a yellow button-down blouse. High heeled black shoes finished her attire.
“Legs! He must see legs.” Freshly shaven! Pubes MIA! Whistling dicksy!
Hearing the doorbell ring startled her. Why had the intercom not buzzed? She eased her bedroom door open to listen, noting Nick answer the door and greet some woman. A few moments of chat they made the journey upstairs and walked past Willa’s now sealed door.
She had heard the name Charlotte whose voice sounded much older. After ten minutes of hiding in her bedroom Nick came knocking. Excited, Willa jumped up to open her door. She admired his black button-down shirt and slacks. He was very dapper! Glasses today, unlike in the greenhouse.
“Ready to go? I know it’s early. 8:45! Morning traffic will be exhausting. I tried to get our limo driver Peter Sereck but he was tied up this morning. Some girl named Britney.” Crazy bitch! Willa already knew that Pete had dealt with some Britney Spears lookalike. All too real! One fine fuck! His friends had her too!
“I guess it is just you and I, Sir. Will Grace be well taken care of?”
“Charlotte is our usual short-term sitter when our nannies have their days off. Grace adores her.” He eyed her skirt and blouse. Before she could even exit her room, he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel, her cleavage bursting into view. He then puckered at her skirt.
“Tonight, we burn these rags. A new wardrobe is a must.”
“Is this part of a new chapter?” She raised an eyebrow! “Am I to be Sara right now?”
“I think you were born to be Sara. Don’t you?”
“Are you, Dorian right now?” He grinned at her question! “Only he would unbutton my blouse so far.”
“Reborn.”
He then turned away and let her follow him downstairs, jugs jiggling with every step taken. His surveillance cameras would need to be viewed later to witness the commotion. She quickly realized just how hard they were to contain. It was pretty exhilirating! Nipples aggitating her titties shredded her blouse. Points well made, Dorian!
They reached the garage where he decided upon a red Corvette convertible, one of multiple cars in his collection. Opening the passenger door for her, he watched her get in and intentionally show off her bald pussy beneath her skirt. Puckering over her shaved vagina he closed the door and moved around the hood to the driver’s seat. Car started; he triggered a button and let the roof of the ragtop reel back toward the trunk. Garage door rising he drove onward and through the automatic gates out onto the street.
“This car is beautiful. Everything about this area is beautiful.” She spoke holding her hair against the ocean breeze. Nick donning dark sunglasses said nothing. The entire ride was silent. Uncomfortable, yet relaxing! She wished she could read his mind.
Entering the city limits clothing shops popped up everywhere she looked. He chose where to start. Parking was easier than she imagined. He had a pass that he dangled from his mirror as if a handicap. However, the tag merely had a regal symbol of some sort on both sides of it. She didn’t ask what it meant.
Getting out he left the top down. So, trusting! Opening her car door like a gentleman was charming. He then proceeded to walk away from her. Following, he entered a store called Less Is Moore where the mannequins wore next to nothing. Even the clerks could have been models. The owner was a rich bitch by the name of Calliope Moore!
A young brunette clerk in a stunning black lace outfit that displayed every exquisite feature she had, approached them. “Mr. Benson, welcome! How is Claire?”
“She’s as perfect as ever. This is our new nanny, Willa. Accent her with red, green, black, white, blue and lavender only.”
“I like yellow.”
“Yellow in small doses.” Not his favorite color!
The woman introduced herself as Katrina and escorted Willa along beside her with a pleasant arm in arm contact. On their journey Katrina took Willa’s measurements first then set about choosing clothing for her. As Willa herself sifted through casual hangings she looked back for Nick. He had stepped out for some reason.
“Here we go. Step into that room over there and try this one on.”
Willa examined the thin silky white fabric blouse with spaghetti straps, and an extremely short red skirt of similar material. With an uneasy smile she took them into the room and tried them on. She admired herself in the mirror noting the shirt at least was nearly sheer. The shirt stopped just above her belly button showing it off. The skirt clinging to her like a second skin she could see her areolas ever so slightly.
“I think Dorian is doing the shopping here. Wow!”
Katrina knocked before entering to see her. “Lovely! I have one of each of these outfits and colors. Nick told me to have you try these others on and step out for him to see you.”
All were tight, lacey, and even more sheer than the other clothing. Willa swallowed hoarsely as she changed, a hand covering her mouth out of awe. She had sworn off underwear until now but it was obvious that Nick wanted her in them at his leisure. The blue bra and panties showed essentially everything. Her nipples were only covered at the bottom of the bra, as was her pussy. Like a net her bikini area was totally exposed clear down to the crater zone of her clitoris. Labia shining through! Goosebumps!
