It was just another weekend in your life, but Debora had been waiting the whole busy weekday for this. You hadn't even finished lunch today when Debora unlocked your door and entered unannounced. She didn't even bother greeting you or removing her shoes when she jogged straight to the dining area and hunkered herself below the table. You dropped your sandwich on your plate as you felt her hands move up your thighs and into the openings of your skimpy shorts. You knew you wouldn't be able to eat.
Debora was happy to find that your cock had already been halfway erect even before her hands grabbed its familiar heft. She popped your glans out of your shorts, down your leg then she gobbled it up, deciding to let you continue growing your hard on inside her throat. Her tongue lapped and slurped against your shaft like a hungry puppy, making you groan and moan loudly as she bobbed her head up and down below the table.
"Careful not to hit your head." You told her amidst your eager groans. Your concern for her well being only made Debora more enthusiastic in fellating you. She bobbed her head with recklessly with more vigor until she hit the underside of the table with a loud thud.
"Mhmm!" She groaned painfully, muffled by your dick lodged deep in her throat. She held her head to relieve some of the pain. Debora sucked your dick with all the power of her lungs to prevent you from pulling out of her mouth, but with a pull from your string hips you easily managed to escape her maw. You push your chair away and bend down under the table with Debora and you held her cheek. "Are you okay?"
She nodded her head, still gasping for some much needed air after deepthroating you. You gave her a few seconds to recover and then you held her hand to guide her from under the table. You then swept her off her feet and promptly headed to a couch nearby in the living room. You plopped your ass down along with her entire weight as you places her on your bare lap to give her some cuddling. "I told you to be careful." You scolded your boss.
She giggled sheepishly, rubbing her face against your chest. "Sorry. I got carried away."
You smiled warmly at her. "Were you that excited to see me again?"
"Yes! Yes!" She replied enthusiastically. "But don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."
You chuckled at her statement. "Don't say that. If you're going to get carried away, please do it while we're in the privacy of my home."
Alora blushed furiously, her cheeks turning bright red. "I'm sorry... I just..."
Your smile grew wider. "It's alright. Don't feel bad about getting carried away." You kissed her forehead to reassure her. "Besides, you always get carried away anyway." You chuckled at her teasingly.
Moments like these makes Debora remember that Fable makes her feel so young and free. She responded by kissing you passionately. She pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arms around your neck. She moaned softly as she felt your still hard cock besides her thighs.
"Oh god," Debora whispered breathily. "Fable..." She pulled away from your lips and stared deeply into your eyes. Her cheeks flushed pink as she bit her lip. "I've missed you so much." She confessed.
You gently placed your hands on her shoulders and caressed them lovingly. "We just saw each other yesterday at work." You replied, teasing her more.
Her cheeks turned a darker shade of red. "That doesn't matter." She said, her voice cracking slightly. "I miss you." Debora poured her heart out, hoping once again to hear words confirming your love for her. Even if your actions, your making love to her has made her feel the most loved she had ever been in her life, she wanted more. Because she knew that she is a mere friend of yours, that she is just a friend who awfully loves you to her core that you give her love and make love to her purely out of friendship and lust.
You know this look. You know Debora wants more from you than the weekly trysts that leaves her feeling like an angel, surrounded by the clouds of fluffy love that's been made by God. But you've made it clear time and time again that she is just a friend in your heart, a great friend. You don't bother replying with words, instead you prevent her from talking more by plugging her mouth with your lips and long tongue.
This was not the answer Debora deeply wishes for, but is is a response she is more than happy to accept. She lets herself passively enjoy your tongue conquer her mouth. It's a kiss that is filled with passion and desire, a kiss that she knows is meant to satisfy both of your needs. And she hopes that one day, you'll reciprocate her feelings back to her. But she's more than happy to keep things the way things are.
***
After a few hours of intense love making, you slump back into the sofa while Debora sat on the floor, resting her arms and head on the cushions besides you. You pat her head tenderly as both of you catch your breath. "So how was your week?" You asked, trying to sound as casual as possible despite the fact that you were lying naked in front of her.
Debora looked up at you with those big brown eyes of hers. "It was good. How was yours?"
You shrugged. "Same old same old." You lied. "How was work? Did everything go smoothly?"
"Well, I had to fire someone for... liking me too much. Poor man could not take a hint and was disruptive at work." Debora complained with a long sigh.
"I think I've heard of that happening. The other girls at work didn't like him too." You remarked.
"Yeah, they hated him. He would constantly ask me out, flirt with me, and even tried to touch me inappropriately." Debora frowned. "He was fired for being a creep, good riddance, asshole."
You spread your legs over her shoulders after her tiny, frustrated outburst. You held both her cheeks gently. "There, there. He's gone, relax. Now why don't you be a good boss and clean up your worker's dick after he blew out his back for you?" You talked dirty while somehow still sounding so wholesome and loving.
Debora's blush deepened as she took your dick into her mouth. You watched her cute little nose poke out from between your thighs, her soft lips sliding up and down the length of your soft shaft. Debora always enjoyed sucking your dick, especially after having so much sex that it could not stand up anymore. It was like a pacifier for her. Debora suckled on to her heart's content as you rubbed the top of her head lovingly.
You let her enjoy herself for a few minutes before talking again. "How's you and your daughter?" You always like to check up on how Debora's daughter was doing. You knew that she loved her daughter dearly and wanted nothing more than to see her succeed in life.
She plopped my half-hard dick from her mouth and looked up at me. "We're fine. Happy as ever." Her eyes then began to sparkle. "Again, you've made me a really happy woman. A happier me seems to have made me a better mother. So thanks, Fable."
You nodded. "That's good to hear."
Debora blushed like a vestal maiden in love as she smiled and went back to sucking on your dick.
A few more minutes pass by of this peaceful bliss before you spoke again. You look at how much sweat and semen has splattered all over the couch and floor. Debora's vagina and anus was also leaking more of your seed as she sat on your floor, making a puddle of a slippery mess on your floor. "Damn, I'm too tired to clean up after us." You sighed.
Debora finally has had enough of your cock in her mouth and she spoke. "I'll clean it up for you Fable. Sorry for always making you clean." Debora felt bad she was always on the receiving end of this friendship.
You held her head down as she tried to stand up, stopping her. "No. I know you're tired. You always end up not being able to feel your legs after we have sex." You said proudly.
Debora felt a tinge of embarassment as she blushed at the truth. "Oh, uhm, yeah..." She stuttered. "But I want to thank you for always taking care of me."
You smiled warmly. "Not just this mess. Lately I've been getting sloppier around the house, not really spending my time cleaning because I've been more busy. So I've been thinking of getting a maid or something." You widened your eyes at the opportunity to further tease Debora. "...or maybe a girlfriend, maybe even a wife!" You said theatrically.
Debora laughed nervously. "Ha! Ha ha! That's funny, Fable." She shook her head. "I mean, I'd be honored if you asked me to marry you, but honestly I don't think it would work out." The only thing holding Debora back from being open to marrying Fable was a person of equal importance to her life, Chelsea. Debora began feeling demoralized and helpless with so much distance between her and the man she loves despite literally resting her head on his lap right now.
"How would you feel if I really got a girlfriend or wife?" You asked your friend, Debora, seriously.
Debora gulped as she thought about the possibilities. "Well...if you were serious, I guess it wouldn't be so bad. But I don't think you should get a girlfriend or wife just yet, Fable. Please." Debora would feel her heart shatter into a million pieces if another woman stole Fable's heart from under her nose.
You pinched her cheeks softly and reassured her. "Then I guess I won't, yet. I guess I'll start looking for a maid."
Debora smiled happily at your words. Relieved from dodging a bullet. "Good. I hope you find one soon, Fable. I'll help you."
"Okay, thanks." You said as you kissed her forehead.
You turned around and walked towards the kitchen area, Debora following behind you, your cum leaking out from her holes and dribbling down her legs. You opened up the refrigerator door and took out some juice boxes. "Here, drink these." You handed her the box and she looked at it curiously. "It's just fruit juices. They're healthy."
She nodded as she drank from the straw. "Thank you."
You watched her finish off the entire box in seconds and then put it away. "Feeling better?" You asked. Sex is a tiring aerobic exercise, and after fucking for hours you and Debora were dehydrated.
"Yeah. Thank you." She replied.
You grabbed two glasses from the cupboard and poured yourself some orange juice. "Debora, I want you to know that you are the best friend I've ever had and ever will have. I don't want this special friendship of ours to end, so I will never even start dating someone who will cause any distance between us." You told her.
Her eyes lit up. "Fable! Oh, thank you!" She hugged you tightly, elated by your words. She felt secured that these trysts will still happen long into the future.
***
After juice and hugs, you hopped into the shower with Debora and cleaned each other up. Soon, Debora left your condo unit once more with more energy than when she entered, even if it is now midnight. You cleaned your home up and fell asleep on your bed.
***
The next morning, you find a text from Debora in your inbox.
'Fable. I've found you a maid already, I like her a lot. Come meet me and the maid for some coffee later at the usual cafe at noon. Don't be late. I love you.'
You smile at your boss' efficiency. You chuckled as Debora is only able to tell you she loves you through text.
'I'm looking forward to meeting her!' You reply. 'See you at lunchtime.'
You spend the rest of the morning cleaning and doing chores. When noon comes, you take a quick shower and change into a pair of jeans and a black polo shirt. You make yourself look presentable and go down the elevator to the underground parking lot.
You drive up through ramps until you reach the surface, excited.
***
There was heavy traffic and you were late by two hours. By the time you get there you see Debora giggling together with a beautiful teenager, she was wearing cheap clothes but that was of no consequence because it seemed Debora has successfully used her conversation magic to make the teen comfortable. The girl was smiling widely and talking animatedly with Debora, her hands constantly gesturing as she spoke. Debora seemed to be enjoying every second of it.
"Ah, Fable! Good afternoon!" Debora found you walking towards them. Alora turned around to see what her future employer looks like. Debora has not talked about Fable much, so that she could see Alora's surprise.
You finally see the teenager's face. Her beauty is breathtaking, she has striking features and bright brown eyes. She has a slender frame with a small bust and curvy hips. She wears a simple dress that accentuates her slim waist and long legs. And it seemed she was not used to seeing a man as handsome as you as she stared at you in awe.
"Hello," You greeted her. "It's nice to meet you."
She smiled politely and bowed slightly. "Thank you for taking me under your wing."
"Oh, but you haven't been hired yet." You said, making her appropriately tense for this brunch was not for leisure, it was an interview.
Debora lightly punched my arm as I sat down beside her. "Don't be like that, you'll tense the kid up!" She chided.
Settled in your seat besides Debora and across the teenager, you look around and take a brief note of the cafe. This bourgeois cafe was as busy as usual.
You look across the table and find that she had already eaten a lot. You look up at her to try to make eye contact but she averts her gaze. Alora was both nervous and flustered, this was a very important interview for her, but she was not prepared to have to look into such a pretty man's eyes.
Can't make eye contact? That was perfectly fine. "What's your name?" You began asking.
"My name is Alora Cruz." She answered timidly.
"Nice to meet you, Alora. My name is Fable. It's nice to know you're interested in becoming my maid. What made you want to be a maid in the first place?" You said, with a calm professional voice.
Alora became calmer now that she was answering questions, it was her specialty, it was what got her a scholarship to study in this city in the first place. Alora found herselr looking into your eyes as she answered. "I wanted to become a maid because...because..." she began stuttering. Your handsome gaze was still a bit too much for her.
"Because why?" You asked.
Alora began speaking with clarity and determination. "Well, I'm a poor country girl from the province. I got a scholarship to study at a prestigious university here and I want to take this opportunity to better my family's living conditions. I've already made it clear to myself to find a job while studying so I can support my living expenses, but what I did not expect was the lack of vacant lodging that was within my very limited budget. Being a maid solves many of my problems. While I say I will be a maid, I would still like to focus on my study. I will work hard so that..."
"You're hired." You cut her off, smiling. It seems you don't want to hire her just because you want a maid, but because you want to help her and see how much she will grow in the future.
Alora's face lights up. "Really?!" She exclaims.
"Yes." You confirm.
Alora's eyes widened. She turned to look at Debora who was smiling for her. "This means I get to go stay here in Manila right?" She asked, in shock and joy and relief and disbelief.
Her eyes turned back to you as you spoke again. "Yes, you'll be staying here in Manila so you can study hard. I will be giving you a salary as well as a place to stay in exchange for helping me around with chores." You made it clear for her and Alora now looks straight at you, finding you even more handsome than before. Like a shining golden rope for her to catch as she falls into the stormy ocean.
Debora giggled and you smiled as Alora looked at you with her mouth open, cheeks blushing, and eyes smiling like it never did before. A few moments pass and you cough to take her out of her trance. "Can you start today?" You asked.
"Of course! I can't wait!" Alora exclaimed. Her smile was so bright and wide that it almost hurt to look at her.
"Alright then, let's head over to my condo unit."
***
You hugged Debora farewell and whispered how much you appreciate her and guided Alora to your car.
You look at her small backpack and ask, "Is that all you have?"
Alora nodded. "I brought some extra clothes and stuff in case I need them, but I didn't bring anything else."
"That's fine. We can buy you whatever we think you might need." You offered.
Alora blushed and shook her head. "No, n-no sir Fable. I'll buy stuff with my own salary."
You turn to Alora who sat on the seat next to your driver's seat. She was struggling to put on her seatbelt. You slung your arm over her, making her heart skip a beat, and secured her seatbelt for her. Your heat and scent lingered on Alora's face as you checked your mirrors and started the car.
Before you go however, you say something that will touch Alora's heart. "Listen Alora, I didn't hire you for the job because you're a good maid. You don't even have a working experience yet. I hired you because I want to help you grow and develop because I'm excited for your future. Debora and I graduated from the same school you are about to enter, you know? So if you need help, say something. I don't want to just be your employer, I can be your friend too if you would want that."
Alora's eyes widen and her lips quivered. "Th-Thank you, sir Fable... Thank you..." She muttered. She thought she was getting hired to help Fable, but it was the other way around. No one had ever tried to help Alora before, she had gone through so much just by her own.
She turned away from you and started to cry silently. She wiped her tears and sniffled, wiping the rest of her face clean with her hankerchief. She looked at you and said, "I am sorry sir Fable, I didn't mean to cry." Then she realized you were also crying, which made her smile because it seemed your generosity and words were undoubtedly genuine. You smile with her then you both start laughing.
"It's okay," you replied. "We've known each other for such a short amount of time, and I feel like I already care for you."
Alora smiled brightly and stared at your face. "I felt the same way when I met Debora. She's so nice and caring, I can tell she cares for me too."
You chuckled. "Yeah, Debora is amazing."
***
The drive back home was spent in silence. Alora couldn't careless of the new scenes and massive buildings and seas of people past the windshield, she focused her entire attention to you. She watched how you drived, the twitching of your watchful eyes, your big hands and burly forearms grabbing the steering wheel firmly, your muscular torso inflating and deflating within your fancy looking polo as you breathed, the slow flexing of your thighs can be seen through your jeans as you smoothly accelerated and decelerate the car, and more. You were feasted on by the curious eyes of Alora filled with wonder that should have been directed to the beautiful city she was going to live and struggle in for her future.
"Alora... Alora!" You snapped her out of her trance, you had just finished docking your car in the underground parking space.
Alora jumped up from her seat. "Oh! Sorry sir Fable, I was spacing out." She bowed her head deeply.
You grinned widely. "I don't mind you staring at me." You mused knowingly as you exited your car. Alora followed suit, while bearing the embarrassment of getting caught staring.
"Come, follow me." You enter the elevator with her and she follows behind you. The doors closed and the lift began its ascent. Alora grabbed on to you as her stomach lurched as the elevator accelerated up to the top of the building. "Is this your first time riding an elevator?" You asked.
"Yes sir Fable." Alora answered timidly.
"Well, it's pretty easy once you get used to it." You assured her.
The doors opened and you stepped out onto your floor while Alora was still mindlessly holding on to your arm.
You decide to tease her. "You're going make me look like I have a girlfriend if you keep holding on to me like that." You said, amused.
Alora blushes furiously and lets go of your arm. "Oops, sorry sir Fable." She apologized.
You giggle and walk towards the door of your unit. "Don't worry about it, I'm used to having girls clinging to my arms." You joked.
Alora looks at you in shock, "Really? Why?" Alora asked liked a flustered child, ignorant to the ancient games of romance.
"I'll let you answer that question yourself." You winked.
Alora blushed again. "Uhm... Okay." She stammered nervously.
You unlock the door and open it, stepping inside. "Welcome to my abode, you live here now too. This is unit 1001, remember that."
Alora looked around, taking in the sight of the large living room. "It's so nice..." She murmured, unable to find the proper words to describe such extravagance.
"Thank you." You reply. "Let me give you a tour. Let's start with your room. Ask me anything as soon as a question pops into your head, okay?" You smile warmly.
Alora nods and smiles shyly back. "Okay."
You lead her past the living room and turning right after entering the corridor. The spare room was no longer spare, it was Alora's now. You show her the room and explain what goes where. "Here is your bed and cabinet and a desk." You say pointing them out. "There is no bathroom inside here, you'll have to use the common bathroom besides the living room. I'll show that to you later. Any questions?"
"No sir Fable." Alora replied, her eyes glued to the floor. She was shy that she had such a huge room to herself, it was her first time having her own room, her heart quivered as she steeled herself not to cry.
"Alright then, we're done here. Leave your bag here then follow me." You turn around and continue walking down the corridor. Alora follows soon after dropping her bag down and taking a moment to be in her first room.
You knocked on the door next to Alora's room and spoke. "This is my Play Room. The insides of this room may shock you, so I advise you not to enter. Because of that, you don't ever have to clean this room. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes, sir Fable!" Alora answered excitedly, her voice cracking slightly. She was still high from having her own room.
"What is it?" You asked.
"Can I go into your playroom?" She asks.
"Why would you want to?" You ask curiously.
"Because I really wanna see what it looks like inside!" She exclaims happily.
"Well... let me ask you first a question. Are you comfortable with sexual stuff? Because this room here is full of sexual stuff." You said, warning her and informing her.
She blushes bright red. "I'm sorry! I didn't know that!" Her face turns beet red as she apologizes profusely as all her will to enter and see what the play room looked like dissipated, it was instead filled with a twisted curiosity inside her.
You chuckle. "Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for having such a room, I didn't expect I would be living with a kind, pure girl like yourself." You shake your head and sigh. "But if you want to come in anyway, feel free."
Alora takes a deep breath and exhales. "Okay..." She says quietly, her mind racing with thoughts of what could happen in there. But she couldn't do it.
You pat her shoulder, which made her insides jolt as her tension snapped. "Let's go to the next room, shall we?" You offer.
Alora nods and follows you. "Where is it?" She asks.
"It's just up ahead." You answer.
Alora walks along behind you, her eyes darting around the hallway as she tries to take everything in at once.
You open up the door to your office and invite her in. "This is my office where I do work from home and study."
"Wow!" Alora exclaims, her jaw dropping as she gazes around the room.
Your office is very sparsely decorated, save for a few pictures of your family and some decorations from your travels. But there were so many computers and monitors and tablets.
"Hehe. I'll be setting up your own study area here, so be excited for that." You said arrogantly.
Alora giggles nervously. "Thank you!" She replied, trying her best to hide the fact that she was intimidated by your vast knowledge, wealth and generosity
You glance back at Alora and gave her a solemn scolding. "Alora, if you want to feel like you've earned all the stuff I'm giving you, work and study hard. Think of all these things as a loan of good will with the only interest being that you have to achieve the dreams you wanted to achieve even if our lives never crossed paths. This is like a scholarship, this is an opportunity. Take it without regret or dilly dally and use it to your advantage. Now, I don't want to see you feeling down when I give you stuff, okay?"
Alora took your words to heart and it took a while for her to fully digest your wisdom. Soon, she responded. "I understand sir Fable. Thank you!"
You smile and nod. "Good, now, since we are living together there needs to be house rules. Listen well, okay?"
Alora nodded eagerly. "Yes sir Fable!"
"These house rules are something I'll be making up on the fly. So if you wish to change it, let's talk and compromise. Understood?"
"Mhmm Hmm." Alora nodded.
"First rule is that I don't want you knocking on my doors, if you want to come in just come in. I find knocks to be very distracting. For example, you wanted to ask me something while I'm working in this office or I'm about to sleep in my room. Just come in and don't knock. I don't lock doors anyway. Conversely, you can lock your doors if you want. The only time I will knock on a door is when you have locked it. Any questions?"
"So if I don't lock my door, you'll just enter without knocking too?" Alora asked curiously.
You chuckle. "Yes. I like my home to be as open as it can be."
"Okay then..." Alora mumbled, thinking hard about what you just told her.
After a moment, she spoke up again. "What about privacy? How do you deal with that?"
"I feel like I've opened up my heart to you when we both cried in the car together and by hiring you I've opened up my life and home to you. So I don't think I need wary of your presence." You explained tenderly.
Alora smiled softly. "Thank you Fable! I promise that I'll take care of your home and treat it as my own." She promised, putting her hand over her chest. Barging into you whatever you're doing and spooking you also seemed to be a fun prospect.
You smiled warmly at her. "So what degree are you taking anyway?" He asks politely.
"Biology." She answers.
You get visibly excited. "That's great! Biology is the best! I'm actually a biological engineer so I can help you in your studies too!" You said while being all giddy and jumpy, holding yourseld back from hugging Alora off the floor to spin her around.
"Really?" She says, looking surprised.
You nod enthusiastically. "Yeah! Hehe, you're lucky. You're going to have a Suma Cum Laude and the Top 1 in the Board Exams to tutor you for free." You say proudly.
Alora looks impressed. "Wow... thank you Fable." She smiles, shocked at how truly amazing you are.
"No problemo. Let's continue the tour and go to my room. Wait, do you have any questions so far?" You told her, your giddiness began dying down.
She shakes her head. "Nope, I think I understand everything so far." She replied happily.
You smile and lead her to your room. "Welcome to my second favorite room in my home." You tell her as you open the door to reveal a large bedroom with a king sized bed. There is a walk in closet, a nook for comfortable reading in what looked like a massage chair and a large bathroom connecting to it.
Alora looks around the room in awe. "This is amazing!" She exclaims.
You blush. "Thanks. I really love this room, it's my sanctuary. It helps me relax and unwind after a long day. Explore, touch, and roam around as you wish. And ask questions too." You tell her kindly.
Alora nods eagerly. "Okay!" She replies, walking towards the closet.
You watch her curiously as she inspects every inch of the room. "Where should I start?" She asked, turning to look at you.
"Well, there's the bathroom." You suggest.
Alora walks over to the bathroom and opens the door. Inside is a large bathtub that can fit two people comfortably, a shower area with multiple showerheads, a toilet and a bidet, and a large mirror that spans floor to ceiling. "Woahhh..." She comments.
Alora takes a step closer to it, looking at it with interest. "Is this a Jacuzzi tub?" She asks.
You laugh. "Yup. It's one of my favorite features in this place." You reply, smiling.
Alora blushes and turns away from you as she realizes how much these tiles and things surrounding her has seen you naked. 'If these walls could talk...' She thought, blushing.
You chuckle. "Come on, try my bed and my massage chair too!" You insist.
Alora hesitates but finally agrees. "Alright." She says, stepping forward and climbing onto the bed.
You follow her and sit beside her, watching her closely as she lays down on top of the sheets. It felt like she was floating on clouds in heaven. You sit down next to her and she looked at you. You looked like a benevolent angel blessing her with your smile and gaze. "Oh wow..." She whispered, staring at you.
"It's very soft." She murmured, touching her cheek against the mattress.
You smile and stroke her hair gently. "I know right? Now get out of here before you fall asleep." You tease, pulling her up.
Alora laughs and climbs off the bed. "Alright. Show me your massage chair." She tells you, smiling brightly at you.
You grin back at her and you lead her to your nook by the hand. "Sit down, please." You tell her.
Alora sits down on this heavily padded chair surrounded by books. You click a button and the chair starts massaging Alora's shoulders and neck. "Ahhhhhhhh..." She sighs blissfully as the machine works its magic on her.
"How does that feel?" You ask, stroking Alora's cheek lovingly.
Alora giggles. "Wonderful." She whispers, closing her eyes and enjoying the sensation of your fingers on her cheek more than the massage from the chair.
"Get up, and check my walk in closet." You order her.
Alora stands up and follows you obediently. As soon as she steps inside she gasps. "Fable, this is huge!" She exclaims.
You chuckle and pull her close to show her your favorite clothes, your housewear. "Isn't it nice? I've always wanted to have a walk in closet ever since I was young. My parents couldn't afford it though, so I decided to save up for it myself." You tell her.
Alora looks around, amazed by the amount of clothing you have. "Wow, this is incredible! How many pairs of shoes do you have?" She asks, looking at the shoe rack.
"A lot. You can have all of these things to if you study well." You encouraged her.
Alora smiles happily. "Thank you so much Fable!" She hugs you tightly. "I promise to work hard so I can repay you." She promises.
You hug her back. "That's all I'm asking for." You whisper softly to her ear.
Alora shivers and bites her lip nervously. "Um... I don't know what to say..." She stutters as your embrace racked her body with waves of unknown pleasure.
"Don't say anything then." You said as you let her go. "Just enjoy yourself."
Alora blushes again. "Yes sir." She replies quietly, her heart beating up her neck.
"Let's check out the rest of the house, shall we?" You suggest, leading her to the living room.
Alora stares wide-eyed at the plush carpet and couches. "This is amazing." She breathes.
"Yeah, it really is. But let's go to that end first." You walk past the living room, dining area, and kitchen and opened the door to the laundry room. "This is the laundry room."
Alora walks into the room and gazes at the washing machines, dryers, and ironing boards. "Is there something wrong?" You ask.
"No, I just never seen a washing machine like this before."
"Let's go to he kitchen." You lead her to the kitchen, where she gawks at the refrigerator. "What do you think?"
Alora takes a deep breath and lets out a sigh. "It's... so big!"
"You can eat and drink anything from here okay, no questions asked. I'll be buying cook books for you so you can learn more dishes. You can also request ingredients from me so I can buy it when I buy groceries. I'll eventually teach how to pick what's good and bad in supermarkets so you can do the groceries on your own. Understood?" You instruct her.
She nods. "Yes sir."
"Good." You pat her head and Alora liked it. "Now let's go to the dining area, shall we?"
Alora follows you to the dining room. "Nothing much, just a table and seats. Would you like to eat meals together?" You ask.
"Sure." She says.
"Then let's go past the living room and to the common bathroom that you'll be using." You open the door to the bathroom and show her around. "There's a bathtub, shower area with two handheld showers, a toilet, a bidet, a faucet and sink, and a large mirror."
Alora looks at the bathroom with awe. She then found that it did not have one bidet by the toilet, but two. The other seemed to be shaped like a cucumber. "What does that do?" She asks curiously.
"That's for cleaning your anus and vagina." You explain. "I'm sure you're not familiar with it."
"Oh..." She blushes. "Never mind."
"Debora uses that thing a lot." You said, giggling.
"Really? How?"
"Well, she likes to clean herself before and after having sex."
"Sex?" Alora looks confused. "With who?!"
You chuckle. "Me! Ofcourse."
"But why?" She asks. "Why do you need to clean yourself before and after sex?"
"Are you sure you want me to answer that for you, or would you like to do your own research on that?" You said, trying to spare her from further embarassment.
"Uhm..." She blushed. "I guess I'd rather hear it from you."
"Okay." You walk towards the phallic bidet and held it. "Come closer." You tell her.
Alora hesitantly steps forward until she is standing right beside you. You held your left hand out and made a ring with your thumb and index finger, then you slowly inserted the phallic bidet into it. Alora held her breath as she imagined Fable putting it inside her. Once it was in the O-shaped ring you made with your finger you squirted a quick jet of water then explained. "After sex, Debora is usually has her vagina filled to the brim with my semen. To prevent the hassle of it leaking out throughout the day or as she goes home, she chooses to flush it all out using this. Sometimes she chooses not to, she told me that feeling my semen inside of her makes her happy." You said that last part with pride. Without paying much attention to Alora you continued to explain. "Same principles apply when using this to clean up your anus. After anal sex, sometimes Debora opts to flush all of semen out of her for cleanliness. Though we always have to use this BEFORE anal sex. Because you want a very clean hole if you want to enjoy yourself. Sometimes I use this up my butt too when Debora wants to scrape my insides with her tongue." You giggle at the pleasant memories and turn to Alora. "Explanation done. Any questions?"
She looked down embarrassed. "No... thank you." She has just been bombarded with too much information, this will stay with her for a long time.
"Good. Now let's relax in the living room and talk!" You said happily, walking towards the bathroom door.
Alora looked at the phallic bidet one last time before following you. "So what should I call you?" She asked, timidly.
"Call me 'Fable' whenever you feel comfortable doing so. But 'sir' and 'sir Fable' is perfectly fine." You replied.
Alora nodded and followed you into the living room. "Is there anything else I can do for you sir?" She asked, taking off her shoes and placing them neatly under the coffee table.
"Not at all! Just sit down anywhere so we can talk." You said as you plopped down at your favorite spot, directly in front of the TV.
Alora sat down next to you on the couch, facing away from you. Her posture was straight and proper, like a student who came to school for the first time. "What are your impressions so far?" You asked which prompted her to face you. "I've never seen such a fancy place before. Everything is so clean and neat, the floors are polished to perfection, and every inch of the walls are painted in a nice color." Alora said, admiring the interior of the condo.
"What about your impressions so for on me?" You asked, turning to look at her.
Alora blushed slightly and averted her gaze from yours. "Well... you're handsome..." She said shyly.
You smiled warmly. "Thank you, but is that all you see in me?" You asked, sounding wounded.
"It's not that I don't see anything else," Alora said quickly. "But you're the most important thing to me right now. And so much happened and my mind..." She tried to explain how overwhelmed she actually was and how it was too much for her to explain properly.
You held her chin to stop her from talking and you made her gaze into your eyes. "Good. I'm glad you aren't shallow." You said softly, then kissed her forehead lovingly.
Alora blushed deeply and closed her eyes tightly shut as if trying to hide herself behind the eyelids. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I... I..."
"Stop. I understand. Let's move on. I'm also sorry for kissing your forehead, I just felt like I wanted to give you a kiss there and I know it was improper." You explained and apologized as you rubbed the spot you kissed on her forehead, as if trying to bury your kiss deeper into her head or trying to erase it from her skin.
"It's alright." Alora said weakly, still blushing. "I think you're sweet."
"Sweet?" You asked, surprised.
"Yeah. It's like you're giving me a present."
"Then as your employer, I must make sure your well payed. I enjoyed your company today, we just met but it feels like we're already neck deep in each other's lives. Here is some bonus payment to keep you motivated." You then leaned in to give her a long, warm kiss on her forehead. Alora blushed and turned redder than ever.
"Sir..." She mumbled.
"Don't worry, I won't kiss you again unless you want me to." You assured her. "If you want me to stop, say so."
Alora looked down bashfully. "I... I..." She stuttered, unsure of how to express herself.
"Say it!" You ordered.
"I... uhm... I'm not used to this sort of stuff, and I am quite inexperienced in matters like these. Please forgive my awkwardness and inexperience." Alora said, looking down at the floor.
You chuckled. "You're so adorable, Alora." You opened your arms. "Would you like to continue our talk in my embrace?" You offered.
Alora looked up at you nervously. "Yes... please." She said shyly.
You wrapped your hands around her slim waist and pulled her closer to you. Alora gasped as she was suddenly pressed against your chest. She felt your strong, broad shoulders and your muscled biceps as they squeezed her tight. She became breathless, not out of the tightness of your hug, but from being overwhelmed by just this much physical affection.
Alora looked up at you with wide, innocent eyes. "This is all so overwhelming..." She whispered. "I've never experienced anything like this before. I'm scared."
"Of course you are." You held her closer to you. "Enjoy this feeling, because it's only something you'll only ever feel once in your life. When you truly hug someone for the first time."
Alora trembled as she hugged back, pressing her small breasts against your chest. "I'm scared." She repeated.
"That's okay." You reassured her. "Hug me more, please. Be sweet to me and give me presents and rewards too." You pleaded, reversing the roles of giver and receiver.
Alora looked up at you with teary eyes. "I don't know how to be sweet." She confessed.
"Kiss my forehead like I did to you. You liked it when I kissed you there, right?" You asked gently.
Alora nodded. "Y-yes." She said quietly.
"Then kiss me like that, and you'll be sweet to me." You requested.
Alora blushed bright red and willed herself to look at your forehead. She took a deep breath and leaned forward, planting a soft peck on your forehead. "There." She said, smiling shyly.
You smiled back at her. "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" You asked.
"N-no..." Alora admitted sheepishly.
"Now, tell me. Do you think you'll be happy working for me within the forseeable future?" You inquired.
Alora thought for a moment. "Yes, I do. Sir." She said, nodding her head firmly.
"Excellent. Then I have a few things I need to discuss with you regarding your employment here." You stated. "First off, I'll pay you every month Php 50,000 for you to spend however you like."
She hugged you tighter. "No, that's too much. You don't have to pay me, just living with you is enough." Alora feels guilty accepting such a huge sum of money from you, especially with all the priceless things you've made possible for her life.
"I insist." You gently told her.
Alora still felt it was too much and tried to refuse. "No, please. For the sake of my conscience."
"How about this. Take the money and use it as a learning opportunity for developing your financial and investing skills." You reframed your offer. "You can invest it in stocks, bonds, real estate, mutual funds, or any other investment vehicle you find interesting."
"But what if it doesn't work?" Alora worried. "What if I lose it?"
"Then you will learn. It's your money." You insisted. "And I trust you to manage it wisely."
Alora sighed. "Okay." She agreed. "Thank you sir."
You smiled. "Second. Your main job here is to clean and cook for me. Today, you can do what you want, but tomorrow you will have to learn how to use the appliances on your own. Look stuff up the internet for methods and tips for chores."
Alora nodded. "Yes sir."
"Third. I want you to enjoy my company." You informed her. "I want you to be happy and fulfilled while working for me. I want you to feel safe and secure around me, and to be able to confide in me whenever you need to. For that to happen we need to be honest with one another."
Alora looked down. "Yes, sir." She agreed.
"Fourth. I want you to be healthy." You continued. "I want you to eat properly, get plenty of rest, exercise regularly, and take care of yourself physically. I also want you to keep your room tidy, and your bathroom clean. You can use the kitchen to cook whatever you want, but I expect you to wash the dishes afterwards."
Alora nodded again.
"Fifth. I guess those are it for now. Ask me anything, Alora." l said.
Alora looked up at you. "Sir...what kind of person are you? What is your background?" She asked.
Your face became serious. "Well..." You began. "My name is Fable Machina. I graduated at your school at the top of class, then I similarly topped the licensure exams for biological engineers. Now I'm working under Debora in a company she is CEO of. Both of my parents have passed away and I no longer have any relatives. I spend my days working, studying, or spending time with my friends. Debora is my best friend, I'm sure you know how amazing she is. I also have other friends and I make sweet love to all of them."
Alora's eyes widened in surprise. "Sweet...love?" She repeated.
"Yeah," You confirmed. You leaned in and pressed your lips against her ears and whispered in your sultry voice. "I have sex with my friends because I love making them happy."
Alora blushed deeply. Your lips felt like it was injecting sweet, electric honey directly into her blood from her earlobe. "I am sorry, I did not mean to pry." She apologized.
"It's okay." You reassured her. "I don't mind talking about it. You can ask me anything about anything, even sex."
Alora gulped. "Really?" She asked. Her cheeks turned redder as she waited for your response.
You chuckled. "Of course. Ask away."
Alora took a deep breath. "Umm..." She started. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
You laughed. "Nope. Why do you ask?"
Alora blushed. "Oh...no reason." She lied. "I just thought maybe you might have one."
You shrugged. "Not really. I'm single and ready to mingle."
"How old are you?" Alora asked curiously.
"Twenty-four." You answered.
"Wow!" Alora exclaimed. "You're so young! How come you don't have a girlfriend yet?"
"That's an annoying question." You grumbled.
Alora giggled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
You shook your head. "On another note, how come you're still a virgin?" You asked.
Alora blushed. "Because I haven't met anyone who I like that way." She replied.
"Have you ever dated or liked someone before?" You inquired further.
"No." Alora admitted. "I've never had a boyfriend."
"Hmmm..." You pondered. "Why is that?"
"I'm too busy helping my family." Alora explained. "We're all poor and we barely have enough food to survive each day. We can't afford luxuries like going out on dates or buying gifts for our loved ones."
You kiss her forehead. "That present didn't cost me anything, did it?" You teased.
Alora giggled. "No, it was free." She agreed. "But I appreciate it... very much."
"I feel a bit tired. I want to sleep." You confessed. You kiss her cheek and escaped from her embrace as she was stunned by you. Before you disappeared into the corridor and later in your room to sleep, you say, "Good night Alora. Wake up early tomorrow and make breakfast."
When she heard your bedroom door close echoed from the end of the corridor, Alora snapped back to reality and felt her cheek. She realized that you kissed her. She smiled happily as she went to her room and closed the door behind her.
***
As soon as she entered her room, Alora immediately changed into a pair of pajamas. Afterward, she sat down on her bed and stared blankly at the wall. She couldn't stop smiling. What happened earlier was a dream come true for her—she finally met someone she genuinely wanted to get closer with and then this same person would enable her to achieve more of her other dreams and helped her dreamed of things that she thought of as impossible.
She sighed. She was so happy. But she also knew that there was something missing. Her heart ached for something else. She had no idea what it is, but she knew that if she doesn't figure out what it is, she'll end up hurting herself. But when she thought about you all her worries went away and she began softly giggling by herself on her bed.
It was late at night and you were already asleep. However, Alora's mind wasn't sleepy at all. She was thinking about you instead. She wondered why her heart was beating so fast everytime she thought you. She tried to analyze it, but she couldn't find any answers. All she knew is that she had feelings for you. And she had no idea what they were. Speaking of feelings, Alora now started to feel the need to urinate. So she quietly got off her bed and walked towards her door. When she opened it, she saw that the corridor was dark. She gingerly walked her way to the living room and finally found the door handle for the common bathroom.
As she was relieving herself on the toilet she found herself looking at the phallic bidet, then she remembered all the things you said about it. She became curious and excited by the thought of using it, so she took the opportunity to do just that. As soon as she finished peeing, Alora held the bidet and imagined how Debora and Fable would use it. She imagined the thing in her hand right now entering both of Debora's holes and your asshole too. Alora began feeling warm inside and her breathe became heavy. She feared these new, unknown feelings and quickly put the phallic bidet back and left the bathroom promptly afterwards.
Afterwards, Alora returned to her room and laid down on her bed. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she did know that she liked it. She hoped that tomorrow would bring some clarity to her. But morning soon came without Alora getting even a wink of sleep. She could not stop thinking about you, and her body writhed on her bed under her blankets as she felt ill. Her heart beat fast, hear breathing was heavy, her stomach fluttered, her thighs keep wanting to be rubbed together, her butt kept clenching to as she squuezed her legs all to make her hips feel tight, and her nipples went hard. She could not understand what was going on to her. Why was she having these strange feelings? What was causing them? She tried to think about other stuff, but her thoughts remained focused on you.
Soon, she found herself sitting up, jolted by you entering her room unannounced, as per house rule number one. "Good morning Alora." You greeted her cheerfully.
"Morni—" Alora stammered as she jumped out of her bed.