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Category: Fetish Stories

Author: Trevor Dantley

Solomon’s Seduction of Bennie

Chapter 1 Housecleaning adventures continue

The experiences I had with employees continued. After my experiences with Denise and Jeanne, I employed another islander named Bennie who was 20 years old. And most 20 year olds were very experienced in sex in the islands and many have already had more than one child. But her father was a minister. So she had led a protected life, believing it to be something for marriage only. She was also very religious in her own right and an evangelical-sort of Christian. I didn’t even think of seducing or tricking her into sex-play for a few months. Bennie had an absolutely Playboy body, D breasts and an ass that was still thick with a layer of baby fat, not the width of child-bearing, but her face was off-center and she had one chipped tooth that had been capped with silver. So, despite her body, she had developed a shyness and lack of self-confidence that goes with thinking she wasn’t beautiful enough for men. But one day, I decided to see how far she would let me go.

I returned home from my office a little bit earlier than normal and around the time she would normally be finishing her ½ day of work. She wasn’t that surprised to see me. We went over how the day went and she told me she needed me to get a few cleaning supplies she was just about out of. She needed to finish cleaning in the kitchen and then she’d be going home.

I then studied her washing the dishes and cleaning the sink and casually asked her is she felt ok. She said she was fine. I asked again is she was nervous or worried about anything and she said a friend wanted her to come by and she wasn’t sure why. So, I walked over behind her and started to rub her shoulders while she continued to wash the sink area. She asked me what I was doing and I told her I would try to help her relax a bit by rubbing her shoulders. She was a little un-nerved by my forwardness but tried to let me continue a bit. When my shoulder massage moved down her spine she said “that felt good” and so I continued that. When I went over her bra-strap, I unsnapped it through her sweater and this brought about a tenseness and she said, ‘ok, that’s good now, I better finish and get going then.’ I told her I’d just do a bit more and asked her to just put her hands on the counter and relax and I’d work her back/shoulders a bit more. She sort of relaxed a bit understanding that I wasn’t going to let her go yet.

When my hands went under her sweater and up her spine, she became more tense again. I told her this would really help her to relieve her tension. Sensing that she was getting anxious, I moved my hands to her waist and hips and put my hands on the sides of her hips underneath her sweater. This raised alarm bells in her and I heard her breathing pick up. “I really need to get going now, that’s enough”, she said. “Just a bit more”, I said, “keep your hands on the counter and try to relax your shoulders.” And then I moved my hands around her waist and began massaging her stomach area working my circles up closer to the bottom of her bra. Her bra was by now just dangling and held up by the fact that she had C or D cup size. When I move back a bit and asked her to shift her feet backwards just a bit, this action sort of tipped her upper body more forward in order to keep her hands on the counter. She reacted to the loosening of her bra by reaching up and trying to block my hands from massaging her stomach. In a very firm voice, I told her, “It’s just about over so please put your hands back and let me finish.” Very reluctantly and very slowly, her hands, under pressure on her back from my body, went back. I pulled up her sweater in the back which also brought up the front of her sweater to just under her bra. This was getting extremely nerve-wracking for her and I could feel her body squirm with fear. She really wanted me to finish and also didn’t want to act strongly by pushing me away because she needed the job. Sensing that my time was running out, I moved my hands up and cupped her right breast underneath her bra. This shocked her and her hands came up immediately to protect herself from my advances. I whispered in her ear that I was overcome with desire to feel her breasts as my other hand completed my hold on her upper chest and for her to just let me have a minute or two and then she could go home. She resisted and stated she didn’t like it and I squeezed a bit more and told her that I wouldn’t harm her but I really needed to feel them because I was overwhelmed with desire and couldn’t believe how lovely they were. She finally relented.

After 30 seconds or so, I told her to put her hands up over her head and clasp them around my neck. I helped her with my hands, removing them for a second from her breasts. When they were locked behind my head, I went back to her breasts under her sweater and bra and held my excited breath close to her ear whispering more soft sweetness about how lovely her breasts were. When her hands didn’t go back down, I lifted her sweater up a bit higher in the front with my forearms, keeping my hands on her breasts, and with my eyes looking over her shoulders, I could now see them under my hands and she knew I could see them as she felt my head move to look down under her locked hands. She then got very scared and pleaded with me to let her go. At this point, I’m already over the top with desire and I told her as I moved both of us by walking (she connected to my neck in a clasp and me with my hands on her breasts) toward the hallway and then to the bedroom. I told her just another couple of minutes and she could go home. But she panicked and so did I. I lifted her sweater up over her head and locked it behind her head with her arms still inside so she couldn’t get her hands down to cover her now completely nude upper body. I placed her on her back on the bed with my left hand holding down her arms over her head and my right leg thrown over her lower body I began to massage and nibble at her nipples. She was furious and now really pleading for me to stop. I told her only a bit longer and I wouldn’t go any further. She struggled to escape and my teeth and lips continued their assault on her nipples and breasts. She was breathing hard and trying to get her arms down but they were trapped by her sweater. I looked into her eyes and then gently told her how beautiful she was. I kept telling her not to be embarrassed and my hands massaged her breasts over and over while I continued talking to her. She pleaded with me to stop, saying she had a boyfriend and wouldn’t say anything to anyone. After another minute or two, I moved my hand down and massaged her stomach close to the waistband of her skirt. This caused a flurry of panic in her eyes and I told her I would stop. And I did. I let her get up, watching her put her bra/sweater back on and even helped her snap the bra in back. She straightened her hair and I gave her some money for the ‘extra’. I could tell she liked the extra money. And she went home after a bit of time to get her composure. I wasn’t sure if she would come back or not.

Three days later, on schedule for her twice a week cleaning, she returned and acted like nothing had happened. So I also acted like nothing had happened.

Until a couple more visits----then I began returning home at odd times during her work hours on different days so she never knew when I might come home. On a couple of days, I didn’t leave until she had arrived. So, now she had no idea if I would be there when she arrived or return before she left. After a few weeks, this was the new norm……to be continued.