The Heiress humbled

[Pixiehoff]

part 8

I froze. There was no answer that would not make it worse.

“Well, girl!”

That Kasia, a common maid was talking to me, the de Witt heiress like this was so humiliating. It was even more so to know I had to answer her.

“Bert made me blow him again.”

She laughed.

“Nice of you to service the staff. But what the hell are you wearing?

“I, I needed some clothes, I could not come back in my uniform.”

“But clothes like that? You look like a common slut. What are you wearing underneath? Let’s go to your room and you can let me see.”

I followed her.

Once there she ordered me to take my skirt and top off.

“Oh my God! What ARE you wearing?”

Standing there my tarty, cheap neon pink bralette and thong, I felt so embarrassed.

“Bralette and thong, Miss Kasia.”

“You look even more like a cheap slut. Why are you wearing such clothes?”

“They were all I could get; I spent the night at Wayne’s.”

“Oh the big black guy. Did he fuck you?”

“No, Miss, I just blew him.”

“Ashley de Witt, the blow job queen,” Kasia giggled. “You munch cunt well too. Come and scratch my itch you little slut. On your fucking knees and beg me.”

Blushing, I sank to my knees and crawled to her.

“Please Miss Kasia, may I eat your pussy?”

“Are you my bitch, Ash?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Good girl,” she said, as she lifted her bum and pulled her panties down, before gripping me by my hair and pulling me against her matted bush.

Feeling her hair rub my face, I pushed my tongue between the folds of her pendulous inner lips, licking upwards until I flicked her clit. I felt her push my face onto her and she ground against me.

I licked hungrily, lapping, my tongue darting in and out, faster, and deeper as she pressed me in. My nose rubbed her clit, and she was moaning.

I could feel my cheap thong sliding between my own swollen lips, making me desperate to cum. I could not remember the last time I had an orgasm. But she wanted to cum, and I had to make her, so I redoubled my efforts until she squirted out onto my face.

For a minute or two she pushed me into her wetness, and I lapped up her cream, cleaning her.

“Yummy,” she said, “you do that so well Ash.”

Looking up, knowing what a mess I must look, I said:

“Thank you, Miss Kasia.”

“Do you need to cum?”

“Oh yes, Miss Kasia.”

“Beg for it.”

I couldn’t sink that low. I was the de Witt heiress. I was rich, beautiful, and sexy, why the hell should I beg my maid for an orgasm? Because I was fucking desperate, came the only answer.

“May I rub my cunt for you Miss?”

“What the fuck is going on here!”

I turned, and, to my horror, there was my stepmother, Amber.

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part 9

Oh my God, I thought, busted.

“Kasia, Ashley, what the hell! Kasia, go to your quarters, I will deal with you later. Ashley, stay.”

Pulling her panties up, Kasia scuttled out of the room, leaving me, on my knees in my cheap undies, facing my perfectly groomed stepmother who looked like she had just stepped out of “Vogue.”

“Get up, stand there, and tell me what is going on? Why are you dressed like that? Why were you licking Kasia’s pussy, and why were you begging for an orgasm? I knew you had been bad, but this, this? This is not what we expect from the de Witte heiress.”

Frozen with fear, I could hardly talk.

She looked at me. She touched my hair.

“God, Ashley, is that spunk in your hair? Have you been raped?”

Suddenly I could take no more, and I just fell to my knees, sobbing.

To my surprise, the bitch stroked my hair.

“There, there, tell me about it.”

So, for the next fifteen minutes, clad only in my tarty undies, I told my stepmother everything.

“So, you were frightened that if I knew, I would harm you with Daddy, is that why you let Bert and Kasia use you?”

“It is,” I admitted, sobbing.

“Ash, get a robe on, those undies are so bad. Tell me about them.”

In for a penny, in for a pound, I thought, so I told her about Wayne, and Kylie and Jordy.

Amber looked at me.

“Oh Ash, you are a silly girl. Sure, I am not your greatest fan, and you have been a little cow, but I would not have wished this on you.”

I looked at her. She looked at me.

“I can help you out of this, but tell me this, did you enjoy any of it?”

Breaking through the wall of mistrust of her, I said:

“God help me, Amber, I did, some of it.”

She looked at me quizzically.

“I think I may have got you wrong, Ashley.”

I was surprised. Amber, admitting to making a mistake?

“I thought you were spoiled, arrogant little bitch, but I can see that under that you are a submissive.”

“Submissive?”

I shivered, thinking back to the porn I had been reading a viewing. Was I really one of those girls?

“Yes,” she smiled, “you need and love a firm hand, don’t you?”

I could only nod and agree.

“So, you are going to be good for Mama, aren’t you? I am your Mama, right?”

“Yes, Mama,” I said, admitting it for the first time. I could feel my juices trickling down the inside of my thighs.

“Good girl. Look Ash, I am going to get you out of this. I know the judge and I am going to get him to commute your sentence. I will get your Probation Officer to testify that you have done enough to show repentance. But you are going to do something for me, okay?”

“Yes, Mama,” I said with profound gratitude, though, at the same time, thinking I would miss being used by Wayne.

“Good girl,” she said, “you are going to spend the summer in Paris.”

“Really, Mama?”

“Really, Ash. You are going to learn to stand on your own two feet, or all fours for that matter.”

“Mama?” I asked, puzzled.

“Look Ash, I don’t want you here over the summer, your Daddy and I need time for each other, and you need to learn to earn some money.”

“What will I be doing Mama?”

“Well,” she grinned, blonde, white girls who are willing to be good girls go down well with Arab princes, and I have a friend who runs an establishment in Paris which caters for such tastes. Arab Princes, senior figures from Africa all like submissive white girls, and if you are going to whore yourself out, Ash, it will not be to ghetto trash, understand?”

“Yes, Mama,” I said, reeling.

“Now Ashley,” she said, “pull my panties down and show me your gratitude.”

The contrast between our underwear made me flood.

I pulled down her expensive panties and got between her stockinged thighs. Except for a landing strip, she was bare there. Without hesitating I slid my tongue up her slit.

I took a deep breath, which seemed to make Mama shiver. My tongue licked her wetness, and, while my tongue pleasured her clit, three of my fingers pressed, gently but firmly past her lips and, finding her wet entrance, wriggled inside her. She bucked. I licked some more. She bucked again. Then, as my fingers build up a rhythm, I could hear louder moans.

"Fuck, fuck, Ash, you are a natural. Do it, do it!"

Which part of what I was doing was so pleasing to her I did not know, but assuming it was everything, I carried on.

Boldly, I thrust my fingers in and out and sucked and licked, pressing a bit harder.

I felt another hand on my head, patting me.

"Good girl!"

Mama pressed herself against my face, grinding onto my fingers and then, suddenly, my face was soaked. It was as though she had pissed on me, except it neither tasted nor smelt like piss; it was creamy and tangy. I felt her whole body spasm; her thighs gripped my head; her pussy clenched around my fingers. I felt enveloped. I felt pleased.

For what seemed ages, but can only have been a few minutes, my whole world consisted of Amber’s wet pussy. I was conscious my own heart was beating fast.

She patted my head again, pulling me up.

“You really are Mama’s good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes Mama,” I said, conscious of my wet face.

“I want you out of that tarty underwear. You are going to be an escort, not a fucking tart, understand?”

“Yes, Mama.”

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part 10

The Heiress whored

Amber was as good as her word.

Kasia and Bert vanished from the house. Amber told me that she had threatened them with dire consequences if they told anyone about me. I don’t know who she had pull with in the police department, but Wayne stopped texting me and I never heard from him again – or the other lowlifes.

I did, to my delight, get a letter from the Probation Service confirming that as a result of my good behaviour, they were commuting my sentence, and expunging the conviction from my record. Daddy was delighted.

“I am so pleased that you learned your lesson, Princess. It delights me to see you and Amber getting on so well.”

“Thanks, Daddy, you know I just want to be a good girl for you, and went a little wild when you remarried, but now I know Mama, I can see she is so good for you, and for me.”

Daddy grinned and gave me a big hug.

“You will always be my Princess. You looking forward to the summer in Paris?”

“I am, Daddy.”

“Well, I have to say, I can see you are taking to your new fitness regime well.”

“Oh that is thanks to Mama,” I said.

It was indeed.

Amber had arranged that I should have personal trainer.

A big black man called Jay, he would come to the house gym every morning and supervise me while I did my squats and cross-trainer practice. Afterwards, before showering, I would suck his big black cock until he spunked on my face. This, Amber said, was also part of my training.

After a couple of weeks, Jay pronounced himself satisfied with my progress and said we would move to the next stage.

After I had finished my work out, he said:

“Black men like to take white girls in the ass, so Miss Amber thinks I ought to begin to prepare you for that.”

I blushed, stripping off as I had been taught and getting on all fours.

“Here?”

"Yes, here," Jay asserted, "anywhere, in fact," and he spread my cheeks and ran his tongue around my asshole, slathering my sphincter with spit.

I gasped.

I then felt something cold slither against my brown ring, and he pushed a buttplug against me; I gasped. He let my ass suck it in, and pulled back on it, before easing it in, my backdoor stretched.

“Good girl,” wear this for the next hour or so, and do so again this evening. It will help. Now suck me off.”

A quick slap on my ass cheek set me straight and I knelt quickly. His cock was big and veiny, not as big as Wayne’s, but cleaner.

The head was the thickest part, a shiny smooth surface peeking out from under his foreskin, his hole staring at me like a lidded eye as I looked up. As my lips touched it, a drop of pre-cum oozed to the surface, so I sucked it into my mouth, savouring the salty taste. Oh God I thought, I am getting addicted to this stuff.

My hands traced the down length, jerking him as he pressed his cock deeper into my mouth. His musky smell intoxicated me, as my head bobbed to and fro, my tongue under his shaft so he could feel free to face fuck me. I had learnt a thing or two.

Jay was careful, pushing his massive cock in slowly, giving me time to adjust before gripping my head and fucking me face. After a few minutes Jay began rocking his hips slowly, sliding his dick along my tongue and pulling the head slowly back up my mouth, until the tip of his sheathed cap rested on the tip of my tongue.

I darted my tongue up over the hole of his dick, tasting a salty patch as it poked up under his foreskin and wedged itself along the rim of his crown. Pressing down on my head, pointed it at my mouth allowing my tongue to run the under the tight hood of his hidden jewel, tracing the circumference inside and slathering it with my spit. Pressing my wet lips to his foreskin, I paused and nodded at Jay, who pressed his head down further, my mouth sliding over it and taking in three full inches in one stroke. Pulling it back out, a string connected his tip to the back of my tongue before he slid it back in further into my throat.

I had been practising with a dildo, so knew to open my throat as he pushed, and I let him inch his manhood into my neck with small, slow thrusts. When his tip started to poke at my vocal cords, I opened even further, relaxing my throat muscle.

On the next stroke his head slid past my throat barrier, unsheathing itself completely inside me and the remaining length slipped right down into my neck. I felt his whole cock tighten as he pumped his seed directly into my stomach. As he expanded inside of me, I held my breath as my neck muscles quaked, creating a similar tensing of my Kegel muscles below. At that he came again, spurting a second and a third stream down my throat.

Slowly he pulled out and smiled.

“Show me!”

I opened my mouth to reveal the white, sticky mess.

“Good girl, where you are going, that will earn you brownie points. I will report back to Miss Amber that you are a grade A cock sucker. We’ll work on that tight asshole, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I said, using a term I knew Jay liked.

When I had showered and got back home, I reported to Mama.

As she had taught me, I dropped to my knees in her presence. I knew I was broken, and knew that I needed her.

“Show me,” was all she said.

I turned, lowered my head, and flipped up my skirt, lowering my panties to reveal the plug. She tapped it and told me to get up.

I did.

“You will enjoy the summer, Ash.”

“Mama, can I ask how you know this organisation?”

“Easy, where do you think I met your Daddy?”

“He said it was on a yacht at a party.”

“It was, I was a yacht girl, an expensive, well-trained escort, as you will be. Not, perhaps the career you were expecting as an heiress, but you are ready for it.”

“Yes Mama,” I said, knowing I was.

[Pixiehoff]

I hope people liked this.

Would there be an audience for a second series called "The Heiress Whored?"

Pix x

[mastergepetto]

Absolutely! I’d love to see a continuation of this story!

[Pixiehoff]

Thank you gepetto

P xx

[bgaius33]

I would love to see this story continue!

[Pixiehoff]

There is a continuation of this entitled "Heiress whored"