Clean you up first

"I mean, you said it yourself, you need to be clean and comfortable to be a good secretary, right? So we'll just do you first..."

Holding on to her panties, Erica can't being herself to let me remove them.

"Come on, Erica. Everybody gets dirty... it's sex, it's messy. I've seen my fair share of stained panties, trust me. Yours won't be any different, I promise." - I reiterate, cupping her ass cheeks in my hands. - "It's actually pretty hot."

With a playful shove to my forehead, Erica can't help herself. - "Pft, sure! It's all... sticky... and crispy... soo hot, liar!"

"You think I'm lying? You think sex stains are gross? I see I still have sooo much to teach you..."

"Yeah, especially how to be a good liar! You just want me to see me naked again, perv!" - She nudges me again, giggling.

"No arguments here, guilty as charged. Which doesn't mean what I said isn't true..." - Erica's hands are still tightly holding onto the side of her panties, so I pull her towards me by her ass and stick my nose right in between her teenage pussy lips, pressing hard against the cotton fabric. - "If I'm lucky, I might be able to smell it." - I take a deep breath soaking in all I can from that ungodly hot spot between her legs.

"Oh my god! Gross! You're so gross, Mr. Archer! Ew! Get off me!" - She yelps, pretending to push me away, but not really trying.

"You haven't seen the half of it..." - I reply before taking another deep whiff and slightly jerking myself off. - "Hmm, heavenly."

"Pfft"

"Not convinced? I'll prove it to you! But first, you're gonna have to take them off. Don't worry, don't worry. I'm gonna let you do it yourself then throw them in the laundry bin there. I'll turn around and close my eyes, so you have all the time in the world to do it and cover yourself again. Deal?"

"How's that gonna..."

"You'll see."

"Hmm, I don't know..."

"C'mon, I'm being very nice here. Imagine if I got all bossy and told Ms. O'Keefe it would cost her a quarter of a point if she didn't do it?"

"What? No, Mr. Archer, I..."

"Bah bah bah, I never said it will. I trust you'll be a good secretary and will do it without being told, yes?" - With that, I turn my question into a rhetoric one and spin around to face the shower head. - "Let me know when you're done."

I can hear Erica sighing behind me. She doesn't dare say anything else, just repeatedly sighs, as if to gather courage. The sound of her feet against the bathtub floor gives me all the information I need to know she's moving around. I hear some more stepping sounds followed by a little grunt. The sound of clothes hitting the bottom of my laundry pile is unmistakable. - "Are you all done?"

"Yes..."

"Good girl." - When I turn around again, I'm faced with the beautiful vision of Erica's naked body, her pussy barely covered by her tiny hands. She has an awkward smile on her face, but that just makes things even cuter. Smiling, I pull the shower curtain open and step out of the bathtub to Erica's surprise.

"Mr. Archer?"

I start moving towards the laundry basket until Erica realizes what I'm about to do.

"No! Mr. Archer! You said you would..."

"Prove to you how your it's a turn-on. I'm about to."

In panic Erica steps out of the tub and takes two steps towards me. - "Stop Mr. Archer! They're disgusting. I've never seen them so..."

"Dirty? Hmm, lucky me." - I reply, licking my lios and sticking my hand down the basket.

"No! I won't let you! You can't!"

"And how exactly do you plan to stop me? Are you really gonna use... those hands?" - Staring at her covered pussy, I can't help but scoff.

Erica looks down at her hands, then back at me. Her face starts blushing, this time out of anger. - "You tricked me, Mr. Archer! You said you'd let me put it in the laundry!"

"And I did let you, didn't I? But how else am I supposed to prove how silly you're being right now?"

With a couple of tugs on the sides, I straighten the small piece of cloth with my hands. Lifting it in the air, I flip it inside out to make things even more embarrassing for her.

"Omg! Stop! Stop, Mr. Archer!!"

Erica can't even cover her face when I spread the fabric and take a close look at the big, white pussy stain she left on it. - "You weren't joking, were you?" - I ask her, smiling from ear to ear.

"Grrrr, fuck, why did you have to...?"

"Why? So I could do this." - With a greedy lick, I slide my tongue from the back to the front of her used panties. I make sure to come back for seconds and thirds as Erica watches me in disbelief. - "Fuck, yeah." - I moan while I continue to slurp all her mess into my mouth. I take a long whiff of it, then continue licking until all we can see is is a wet cloth. Erica's mouth grows wider when I stick my tongue out and show her some of her nastiness on it. I then walk really close to the embarrassed teen and make sure she hears it when I swallow it down. - "Believe me now?" - I ask, pointing at how stiff my dick is. - "Like a rock."

"I don't... I don't even..."

"You don't have to say anything. Here, feel it." - Yanking one of her hands, I **** her to hold my throbbing cock. - "Need more proof than that?" - I ask again, making her squeeze it hard.

"The only problem with your panties is how little wetness was left. So I don't wanna hear any more nonsense like that, you hear me?"

Still in shock, Erica doesn't reply.

"Got. It.?" - Poking her stomach with my hard-on, this time I stare into her eyes until she notices me.

"Yeah, ok. I got it..."

"Good."