Give Tracy something to polish

Henry strolled over and patted Tracy’s smooth left flank as she bent over to sniff a stained T-shirt. She gasped and quivered.

“You’re doing that very well,” he told her. “It reminds me why I hired you. You know, Mother was all set to fire you when you showed up late this morning."

“Oh no!” said Tracy, springing upright with such **** that her tits escaped from the uniform. She blushed furiously and grabbed her rouge jugs, pressing her fingers into the creamy flesh as she turned with wide, scared eyes to Henry.

“I really am so sorry, Mr. Hunter, Sir!” she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.  “I promise I’ll never be late again!”

“Calm down, Tracy!” Henry said, taking her right hand from her tit and patting it, while enjoying the sight of her protruding nipple. "I've handled mother for you."

"You...have?" she asked, a glimmer of hope and a blush of embarrassment at what that might mean.

"Oh yes!" Henry said, grinning and pointing to the pile of laundry Tracy had been sniffing. "She was pissed you weren't here and she had to do the laundry, started talking about replacing you. I'd miss those lovely little boobs of yours if you were gone. So I got Mom good and drunk and fucked her brains out. When she passed out, I don't think she could even remember you even worked here, let alone what time you were supposed to show up."

"Oh..." Tracy said, her mouth a big O, here eyes huge and her blush reaching her nipples. "Th...thank you Mr. Hunter, Sir."

Henry grinned, terribly amused that his girlfriend was thanking him for fucking his mother, quite convinced he had done it as a favor to her. She very hesitantly removed her left hand from her left tit, clearly unsure whether or not she should be attempting to cover one of the two things that he had told her saved her job. She let the hand drop. Henry kept hold of the other hand but stroked her glowing cheek with his free hand.

"Don't worry about it, Tracy!" he said. "I was glad to do it for you! I know that you really, really like working for me."

"I do!" she declared, nodding obsessively. "I do, Mr. Hunter, Sir! I love it! This job is my whole life!"

"That's great Tracy!" Henry grinned. "And you've been enjoying the hell out of it this morning, haven't you?"

As he asked, he dropped his hand from her cheek and reached down between her legs, feeling the warm wet mess she had made of her panties and the swollen pussy beneath.

"Oh! Oh sir! Oh sir!" she exclaimed, her body writhing, her breath coming in ragged blasts. "Yes sir! Yes sir! YES!"

Henry chuckled and removed his hand, making her pout desperately.

"And that's why I would never let Mother fire you, Tracy," Henry said.

Tracy blinked, confused, clearly wondering why Henry wasn't ravaging her.

"Of course, if you do have a hard time getting here, maybe I should take Mother's advice and hire the Filipina illegal immigrant she met at the liquor store. Not to replace you, just to help out."

"Help out?" Tracy said with dawning horror on her face. "I...I really don't need any help, Sir. I...I can work more hours if you like! You don't even have to pay me for it!"

"Don't worry, Tracy!" Henry assured her. "Your job is safe. Carina's tits are tiny! They could never replace yours. It's just, well, she's willing to work just for room and board."

Henry's blonde girlfriend-cum-servant blinked and dropped her jaw.

"She...she's going to live here?" she said, her voice quavering.

"Well, it isn't a done deal by any means, but yes, that would be the deal," Henry told her. "Then she could take care of the early morning and the late night...needs...that you just aren't around to take care of!"

"But...but I could do that!" Tracy exclaimed. "I could stay here! I would love that! I'd work night and day if I could just never ever leave!"

"You Tracy? But we don't have another bedroom. We were going to have Carina sleep in the pantry. I couldn't ask you to give up your apartment for that!"

"I'd love to sleep there!" Tracy exclaimed. "I'd sleep in the bathroom! I'd sleep in the cellar! I...I could sleep at the foot of your bed! Then if you think of something for me to do at three in the morning, you wouldn't even have to get up!"

"Well, that would be very, very useful," Henry conceded, pretending to consider her offer. "Of course, Carina made it very clear that she was willing to do, well, less traditional domestic duties."

"Like what, Sir?" Tracy demanded. "What can she do that I can't? I'd do anything for you, Sir! Anything!"

"Well, with you looking like you do, I can't help but get aroused watching you work," Henry confessed. "And Carina made it clear she was quite willing to help me deal with anything that came up."

He glanced meaningfully at his tented crotch.

Tracy looked down and looked up, dumb-struck.

"I'd ask you, Tracy, but I wouldn't want you to feel like a whore," he explained.

"I AM your whore, Mr. Hunter, Sir!" she exclaimed after a trembling moment. "I would do anything....ANYTHING!!!! if you just asked! USE ME, Mr. Hunter, Sir! USE ME! I AM YOUR WHORE!"

"Well, I could really use a blow job right now," Henry admitted. "And Mom's gonna be gone for at least another hour."

"I'll do it!" Tracy exclaimed. "Me, me, me! I'll suck your cock! I WANT to suck your cock!"

She got down on her knees in the scattered laundry and pulled down the sweatpants he had pulled on after fucking his mother.

"OH! IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!" she declared when she saw his prick, "THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!"

And then she was blowing him, her mouth dripping with drool, her tongue worshiping his cock as her head bobbed along the shaft, her eyes glowing with joy.

"Oh wow, Tracy!" Henry exclaimed. "You really are a whore!"

"MMMMMNNNN!" she agreed, reaching down to fondle his balls as she continued to give him head. "MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Henry reached down to pull off the little kerchief he had drawn on his former girlfriend's head, letting the long blonde curls spill down upon her. He sighed contentedly.

"I could sooooo get used to this!" he exclaimed.