Reluctantly

Carmen paused mid step towards rushing to leave the room, cursing herself under her breath as she considered what she could do with the extra cash. Carmen breathed a long deep breath, trying to ignore the strangely intoxicating scent of sex that lingered in the room as she tried to tell herself she wasn’t going to do this.

Carmen tried to deny the hooks of curiosity to ogle and watch her boss as Pamela leered there behind Carmen on the bed masturbating with a toy awaiting Carmen’s response.

Carmen told herseld, she wasn’t going to do this.

She wasn’t breathing deeply, enjoying the lingering odour of the obviously recent sex.

She wasn’t going to do this.

As she listened to the wet pussy being played with, the gentle creaking to the bed as it shifted with the lewd movement upon it, the heavy panted breaths.

“Yeah, you want the money.” Pamela purred, feeling a perverse delight at compromising the actions of another person.

She wasn’t going to do this.

Carmen thought to herself as she turned to look at Pamela, her face smirking, her moans and panted breaths of pleasuring growing as gaze alone share what went unsaid.

Damn it, I do want the money. Carmen responded mentally to Pamela’s words.

She was going to do this. Carmen thought, trying to ignore the strangely exciting arousal she suddenly felt, as if this small decision some how released some chain binding her inside. Carmen looked Pamela up and down, trying to shush whispered reluctant admiration for how amazing her boss looked there before her, watching the sway of her Pamela's breasts as she rocked back and forth on the bed, towards Carmen, and away, toying with her pussy and the small sex toy.

“Cash?” Carmen affirmed, an extra thousand dollars less useful if taxed.

“Cash…” Pamela lewdly moaned rolling onto her back, hanging her head off the bed with a crude moan of pleasure, her free hand moving to massage, emphasize, and play woth her tits, as Carmen watched the gorgeous black haired woman writher on the bed her playing with her own pleasure growing in enthusiasm with the concession to be present of the housekeeper.

Carmen tried not to watch, as she gather the laundry.

Dusted the furniture, fetched and returned with the vacuum.

Several time Carmen stopped, unable to help but watch the crescendo in Pamela's masturbation, the seizure of her body as it spasmed in orgasm, the spray soiling the bedding, and misting the air.

The scent of Pamela’s pussy growing so strongly on the air, Carmen swore she could practically taste it.

Pamela couldn’t help but toy with herself more. Wondering if the thrill of how she got Carmen to do something more perverse than normal was what drove Laura’s husband to hookers.

Damn… Pamela wondered. Was this psychological euphoria what hiring a hooker was like? Pamela wanted to buy someone’s body even more now.

Biting her tongue on the brazen temptation to ask Carmen how much to have her eat Pamela pussy.

Eventually Carmen resorted to the activity she feared reluctantly enjoying. It wasn’t often Carmen had to change the schedule in such an activity, but it clearly needed to ve done.

Approaching the bed Carmen swallowed hard, unsure of if this one task shouldn’t wait.

Knowing she had agreed to finish cleaning this room now.

Approaching the side of the bed where Pamela’s feet were Carmen finally interrupted.

“Uh… Miss… Only changing the bedding is left..” Carmen nervously disclosed, raising her voice above the primal incoherent sounds of pleasure Pamela had been unleashing ever more boisterously as Carmen had progressed through cleaning the room.

With a slow raising of her head, to look down her body, between her breasts, her spread knees Pamela saw not just her housekeeper asking to change the bedding, but the image of her crawling onto the bed,etween her legs.

Pamela convulsed, her head thrown back, her body arching, ass raised from the bed, as she failed to see the shock on Carmen’s face.

Carmen was stunned, asking herself why she didn’t just leave, why she didn’t keep standing back with the request. Why she prematurely leaned in and placed a hand on the bedding.

She felt it, the spray of Pamela’s pussy across her body, droplets impacting her face. Her nose was now saturated with an even more intense, potent scent of Pamela’s pussy juices. The taste lingered on her tongue.

Carmen remained frozen, as Pamela gradually rolled off the bed, muttering a thank you and something about the bank, before crawling off to her walk in closet.

Leaving Carmen questioning, if she regretted taking the offer for the cash, or not having sought more.