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“But Miss Miller, this will be one of your duties now.” I deepen my voice a little to sound as much like I can a badass CEO as I could. “As my personal assistant. I expect you to help clean me up every evening.” With a shrug of my shoulders I drop the robe to the ground and step into the tub.

“Mr. Patterson!” The tub in this five-star hotel is easily big enough for both of us, but Alison pulls the the far end as she stares at me in a mixture of confusion and alarm. “I don't know if I can-”

“Enough of that nonsense, Miss Miller.” I cut her off curtly, “Get over here and get busy.” I widen my legs until I am doing my best impression of the Colossus of Rhodes towering over her. “Well, Girl. I'm waiting.” Timidly at first Alison kneels at my feet and uses the soapy washcloth to lather my legs with warm sudsy water. It doesn't take long for her to grow in confidence and soon she is paying particular attention to my sac and the erection that juts out proudly thanks to the power of the pills I popped with dinner. What makes this encounter particularly sexy is the running commentary Alison is giving as she plays the innocent young woman blackmailed into this compromised position.

“Please, Mr. Patterson, this isn't right ...” Her protests are made far less effective by the way her small hand moves the soapy washcloth gently around my balls. “Sir, you can't use your employees like personal sex-slaves...” her other hand pumps slowly up and down on my shaft lubricated by a healthy glob of bath soap. “Oh God, are going to make me do this every night?”

“Exactly, Miss Miller.” I sigh contentedly, “but the good news is that I will also be washing you too.” Honestly, if I let her stroke me like this any longer I'd be blowing my load far too soon. Instead I settled into the warm water and pulled her slender body onto my lap so my hands were free to roam freely over her body. Her head tilts back and she grinds her ass against my cock when I find her tits.

“Sir, the things you make me feel!”

“Your body is made for pleasing men, Miss Miller.” I growl possessively, “I thought so before, but now that I've had you spread out under me I know it for a fact.”

“No Mr. Patterson, I'm not like that.” In spite of her protests she is clearly expecting it when I lift her up so my cock can be positioned between her slick petals. “I'm a good girl.”

“You're a good fuck, Miss Miller.” I laugh as I slowly pull Alison down onto my meat. “I'll give you that.”