Your turn next

"Well, your panties are nice and clean now. Well, sorta..."

"...ugh" - Erica looks away, embarrassed.

"Now it's your turn."

"What? ...but I thought you were..."

"I will. I do need a wash, but so do you. You said it yourself, you're not gonna be able to work like this, right? So go on, hop in." - I suggest, tapping the edge of the bathtub.

Before Erica can react, I step onto the bathtub myself and sit on the edge facing the wall with the shower head. Erica climbs in after me with some difficulty, given her height and the fact that both her hands were too busy covering her pussy, which meant she couldn't use her arms for balance.

"There we go. Now before we start, be a good girl and unplug the drain for me, will ya? Forgot it last time." - I hadn't. In fact, that idea had crossed my mind just minutes earlier when I was waiting for her to strip. While she was busy feeling self-conscious about her body, I dragged the black rubber plug with my foot onto the drain hole. Silently, I stepped on it with my whole body weight to make sure it really got jammed in there. The little metal cord that's usually attached to it is broken, so removing that thing can be pretty tricky with your bare hands.

"The... er, okay..." - Erica then turns around towards the drain behind her, carefully leaning down to reach it. Her asshole gives me a warm welcome as her cheeks voluntarily drift apart on her way down.

"But... it's broken...?"

"Ah, yeah... cheap shit..." - I respond, pretending I'd forgotten about that and leaning forward to inspect her closer from behind. - "But we're not running a bath here, are we?" - With slap on her ass, I encourage her to keep at it. - "We don't have all day, you know?" - We kind of did, but I wanted less talk and more obedience.

Awkwardly, Erica starts trying to grip the edges of the lid with the fingers from her right hand. Grunting and panting, I watch her twist her wrists and struggle. She then tries to grab the little plastic ring protruding from the center of the lid, the one responsible for attaching the cord to it. But it's ripped open, and too small even for her tiny hands to grab properly. Truth is, I'd done a pretty good job, the thing was firmly stuck in there.

"Argh, Mr. Archer? I can't... it's like... stuck!"

"Really? C'mon, it can't be that bad..."

"You try it then!" - She comes back at me, pouting and looking at me over her shoulders.

"Manners, Miss O'Keefe. You're still a guest in this house." - I kindly remind her with a friendly ass tap. - "I asked my secretary to do it, so I expect her to get it done."

But with only one hand available, Erica just spends the next few minutes grumpily complaining to herself and scratching her nails against the bathtub floor in a futile attempt to grab the edges of the lid.

"Mr. Archer, it's not doable, ok?! I need some kind of tool... or whatever. Look!"

"Oh, I'm looking..." - I reply, biting my lips staring at her pink little hole.

"Not at my ass! I meant at my hand, look!"

"Ah, too late..."

"Argh, we're gonna be here all day like this..."

"No, we're not. All you gotta do is use your wits. The tool you need you already have. In fact you're using it right now."

"But, what... tool? Huh?!"

"Only for the wrong reasons..." - I hint again.

"What? What are you talking about? I don't have anything! Only my hands.... it's useless."

"Your hands? Agree. You need way too much grip on those little fingers to get that thing out like that."

"So? What do you mean then? My feet?! I got no tools! Duh." - Erica nags, annoyed at me and annoying me.

*Spank!*

With a quick gesture and a firm hand, I spank Erica's ass cheeks. It's not a hard spank, but not a very friendly one either.

"I said 'watch your mouth', young lady."

*Spank!* - Before Erica can even process what happened, I hit her again. - *Spank* - "You're in MY house. As MY secretary. Asking ME for a favor.

"Ow! Mr. Archer, what are you doing?! That hurts!"

"Good. I wasn't caressing you, was I?" - *Spank*

"Oooow! What was that for?!"

"To remind you of who's in charge." - *Spank!*

"Ooooow, stop it!"

*Spank!*

"Oooow, please! Stop it! I'll be nice, ok?! I promise, I promise!"

"You promise?"

"Yes! Yes! I swear, I'll unplug this... I'll do it, Sir."

"Sir? Now that's better. Why don't you start by putting your strongest muscle to use, then?"

"My strongest... but..."

"Think before you reply, miss O'Keefe. Instead of using that mouth of yours to just complain and nag, why don't you put that JAW muscle to good use and let me enjoy the view meanwhile?"

For about a second, Erica stays put, pondering. She looks at me, then at the drain, then again back at me.

"You mean..."

"Yes, that's what I mean. You're welcome. Now get to it." - I order, not giving any room for more nagging.

"But, Mr..."

"Shhhh, be a good girl and figure it out. I've already told you I want to relax, haven't I?" - Reaching for her shoulders, I **** her down from behind. - "Take a closer look."

On her knees, Erica tries to look back at me, but I hold her head straight. - "No, no, no. I'm not the answer. The answer is there." - With my foot in the middle of her back, I start pushing Erica forward. Her free hand instinctively provides support for her upper torso and soon she's on all fours in front of me, asshole widely spread, posterior thighs nice and taught, tiny waist marked, taunting me. Erica stares at the drain for a couple of seconds before she has very own Eureka moment.

"Ooohh, my jaw..."

She lowers her head down even further, curiously exploring. Getting on her elbow, she approaches the drain with her face, inching away carefully, her eyes fixated on the little black lid. Meanwhile, I'm marveling at the bare bottom of the hot teen in front of me, bathed by the morning light. I can only hear some mumbling coming from the other side of the tub, but don't really pay it any mind.

"So if I... then... I could... totally..." - I hear some more light grunting, for a bit. Erica didn't realize it's pretty hard to balance yourself on one elbow on slippery ceramic, so she struggles.

"If only you could use both hands, huh?" - I casually add, salting the wound some more.

"No! I told you, I..." - And while she's trying to nag some more, she loses balance and hits her head on the floor. - "Ooooow! What the fuck?!" - Luckily it was a very short distance inches away, so no real harm came from it.

"You were saying?" - I ask, using my hands to grab her by her hips and straighten her back up. - "All I said was it would be much easier if you did. I'm just trying to look out for you. But, hey, don't mind me, I'm just a dude enjoying the sights back here." - Taking advantage of my position, I grab a handful of Erica's ass cheeks and spread them even wider apart, allowing me to almost look inside the **** teen in front of my eyes.

"Sto... p..." - She stops herself mid-gasp. Exasperated, Erica's unable to fight back in any way other than nag, so she chooses not to engage and just goes back to trying to snatch the plastic ring with her teeth.

It baffles me that despite such a humiliating situation, all Erica actually nagged about was how hard it was. No mention of the fact that I was making her unplug my drain with her mouth. The same drain I step on every day. Or that her asshole was up in the air, exposed and spread. But, hey, if she wasn't complaining, I wouldn't either. And as I pondered about this, Erica slips and hits her face against the tub floor again.

"Grrrrr, fucking thing! This fucking..."

She bites the little piece of rubber and starts trying to yank it out again in anger

"grhmmmmm c'monnnnnnn!"

*Boom* - Another kiss to the tub floor. On her knees, leaning forward like that, there's simply no way she can create leverage or even balance herself enough.

This time, I refrain from speaking and I just tap her fingers with my hand. The very same fingers still diligently covering that beautiful virgin pussy from my prying eyes. I tap them once more, this time more obviously. But Erica just wiggles her hand, as if to try to swat mine away. More attempts follow coupled with at least two more bumps. I know Erica's pissed and incredibly frustrated at this point.

"You stubborn, little girl." - I interject, now focusing on circling her little asshole with my index finger. - "Stop making your life harder than it has to be." - Playfully, I stretch my tongue out and give it a nice morning wipe.

Erica raises her head and, on all fours, she gasps loudly.

"Mr. Archer! I haven't showered since yesterday! Morning..."

"Hmmm... well that explains why you're tasting so fucking good, then." - I reply, going back in, this time pushing my tongue inside her puckered little asshole.

"Ahhgh, omg!" - She whispers to herself in panic. - "Mr. Archer! That's so nasty... I'm so..."

"Dirty? I can see that... it looks like your pussy got even messier than you thought... it dripped down."

Blushing, Erica looks down, lifting her hand and peeking at her own pussy. From that angle, however, it's impossible to see anything, especially since the light's coming from above. And in again I go, my tongue invades her asshole, drawing louder gasps and a self-contained moan.

"Although maybe... maybe that's recent? It's starting to glow between your fingers, you know?"

From that moment on, I begin licking from Erica's fingers all the way to her little asshole. Her pussy juices are definitely sipping through, which just makes the whole spectacle even hotter. And tastier. Erica "resists" my attack bravely, immobile and breathing heavily in front of me.

"Delicious... so fucking delicious!" - I even find some strength to mumble nastiness between licks, as I taste that ripe teen once again. By now, Erica's starting to pant, too. - "The drain, Miss O'Keefe."

With a whine, Erica lowers her torso and starts nibbling at the rubber once again. I use that optimal angle to start jabbing my tongue in and out of her bottom. Deep jabs, followed wipes, followed by even deeper jabs, I start tongue-fucking her asshole, as it's meant to be. - Unwashed teenage ass... I'm in heaven. - I think to myself, feasting on her crevices. Erica can't pretend anymore and just starts openly moaning with every advance I make. I'm giving her ass the treatment it deserves and, to enjoy herself even more she rests her head on the cold ceramic floor. Once again, I tap her fingers, but the girl still has fight in her, so she keeps them in place.