Owning Amber

I own a print shop in Miami and my life has most definitely changed. About a year ago, I hired a young girl named Amber. She had just turned twenty one. If a girl could look like a Barbie doll, Amber did. She had almost waist length blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Her breasts seemed perfect for her body. Her legs were very shapely and tan. I had to hire her that day. I found myself dreaming of what this girl would look like naked.
Amber was very skilled graphic designer. And most of my clients were calling for Amber to handle their designs personally. I soon changed the dress code for the shop allowing the ladies in the design room to wear casual clothes on Fridays. Amber normally would wear jeans and tee shirts on Fridays. The jeans held her heart shaped ass as if she was liquid and poured herself into them.
I was very happy with the way things were going with the print shop. The guys never missed a Friday and my customers were happy with the work we produced. Amber was a find. She worked hard and was great to look at. Then came August 23, 2004, Amber was late. The day went by and no call from Amber. I was a little worried about her and tried to call her. From what I knew of Amber, she was living at home with her mother and stepfather. She had no steady boyfriend that she ever talked about. I was closing the shop and everyone else had left for the day. I heard the front door open and in walked Amber. I could see she had been crying.
“What happened Amber” I asked?
“I’ve been thrown out of my house” she said quietly.
“Why, did your stepfather do something to you” I asked?
“Well” she stammered, “My mother caught us together”.
I was shocked “You were having sex with your stepfather”?
“Yes, he has been one of my bootie calls for years”.
“Bootie call?” I asked.
She gave a short laugh through her tears.
“When I want sex, I make a bootie call and I hook up with the guy for the day or night”.
“And he is on the list” I asked?
“Yes, and a few more, too” she said.
“How many do you have, if you don’t mind my asking” I said.
She smiled again. “I like sex, and I like to have a safe partner”.
“I have six of them.”
I felt my own cock getting hard at the thought of this girl fucking some many men.
“How often do you call?” I asked.
“About once a day, I like cock” she said.
I think she could see the tent in my pants because her eyes seemed playful and bright. She moved closer to me and said “I need a place to stay, can I stay with you?”
“Ok, sure you can stay with me for a while”. I said.
She looked relieved and the stress of being homeless was over.
“If you don’t mind my asking, why did you not call one of your bootie calls?” I asked.
“Because they share apartments with other people or have girlfriends that would make life unpleasant for them” she said.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend” I asked.
“Not now, I have a hard time keeping boyfriends” she said.
I was clearly surprised by that.
“I can get guys by the loads but I can’t keep them. I like to have lots of sex and after a while they just can’t keep up. So I make my bootie calls and the boyfriend gets pissed and leaves” she stated.
I took her to dinner and then took her home. I showed her around my house and told her to make her self at home. I was still in shock at the thoughts of Amber fucking an older man.