Shamed (6 page)

Suddenly Amelia stopped and sharply withdrew her fingers, letting go of
Nicole completely and stepping away. The sudden removal of the fingers almost
sent Nicole toppling over – it also started to send her into orgasm. As if she
could read her mind Amelia snapped loudly “Don’t come!”

Nicole felt it rise inside her and strained hard against the fastened
cuffs, her lip twisted between her teeth. She tightened her stomach muscles and
fought the sensation back as she emitted a long strangled groan. “Don’t you
dare come,
Nicole!
” Amelia barked at her. Finally
Nicole brought herself under control and stood bent forward, gasping. It was
some moments before she realised that she had obeyed Amelia without a thought.
Why? Why had she not enjoyed the pleasure and release that had built inside
her, because this
woman
who had intruded upon her
person and brought her to the point of orgasm, then said she couldn’t? What was
happening here? 

Amelia signalled to Mr Jordan and now he wheeled his chair around in
front of Nicole. His cock stood red and swollen - the tip glistening with
pre-come- in his lap. His face was reddened and he seemed to look to Amelia for
assurance.  She walked behind him and pushed the chair further in so that
now Nicole’s face was just inches from his cock. Then she knelt at the side of
the chair and put her face in close next to Nicole’s and the old man’s cock.

“Look Nicole.” She whispered in her ear. “Look what you have done to
him.” She reached a hand in between them and took hold of Jordan’s cock,
tipping it towards Nicole face. The old man gasped and Nicole closed her eyes
for a moment and swallowed hard.

“Take him Nicole.” Amelia said. Nicole turned to look at her – shaking
her head, no!
please
, no  - but the words
wouldn’t come out and Amelia stood then and clenched a handful of Nicole’s hair
and pressed her face down until her lips pushed against the tip of his cock.
Nicole strained to lift her head away, successful for a brief moment, but
seeing a thin string of the sticky liquid from the head of the old man’s cock
attached between the tip of his manhood and her upper lip. Then Amelia
recovered and pressed Nicole down again and his cock was pressing hard against
her mouth. Feeling that she could not resist, that she had no choice now,
Nicole opened her lips and tentatively took the head of his cock into her
mouth. Immediately she sensed the salty sweet taste in her mouth and was
overcome by the sensation of the soft swollen head pressing into the roof of
her mouth. Then she took him hungrily sliding her lips down the shaft until the
head was at the back of her throat and she could feel the pulse in the shaft
beating against her tongue. The old man groaned loudly and Nicole began to work
her tongue around his cock, her head rising and falling. Suddenly Nicole felt a
hand touch her from behind, Amelia again, her fingers this time searching for
her clitoris, finding it and deftly teasing and squeezing it so that Nicole was
soon writhing to its touch. She was overcome and some powerful instinct took
control of her, all sense of shame and reason leaving her and hungrily she
sucked and licked at the rigid swollen cock, her mind blank to the rights and
wrongs of what was happening to her, her body in control now, hungrily
devouring the cock and grinding her clitoris against the hard fingers circling
and pressing against her. 

Mr Jordan was groaning loudly and Amelia was talking excitedly, her
voice audible but the words lost to Nicole. She knew she was going to come, it
was building in her like an uncontrollable runaway train and she could do
nothing but try to speed it to its conclusion. Then Amelia pushed her thumb
into Nicole’s flooding vagina and Nicole screamed a deep guttural scream which
was partially gagged by the cock in her mouth and felt the first spinning,
clenching, dizzying wave of orgasm rise through her body. Suddenly Mr Jordan
squirmed in his chair and his cock spat hot thick liquid into Nicole’s mouth,
flooding around her tongue,
then
seeping from the
corners of her mouth. Instinctively she sucked back the fluid and swallowed it.
She felt her muscles clamping hard around Amelia’s thumb inside her, wave after
wave shaking her body until finally, unable to support herself in that position
anymore Nicole collapsed breathlessly onto her knees, her face falling onto
Jordan’s lap where his softening cock fell against her cheek and dribbled a
last spill of come onto her skin.

Nicole stayed like that, gasping, for some moments until Amelia
released the trigger hooks and lifted her onto her knees and Nicole sat
awkwardly on the floor. Amelia reached down and held her chin. “Well done my
dear.” She said.
“Now, just a little cleaning up to do.”

Nicole was puzzled for a moment until Amelia pressed her fingers into
Nicole’s mouth. “Lick them clean my dear.” She said. Her mind still not in gear
Nicole slowly started to lick at the woman’s fingers, only realising too late
that what she was cleaning from Amelia’s fingers, the thick creamy mucus she
was tasting, was her own juices. She
was tasting
herself for the first time.

Nicole was allowed to leave the room and return upstairs to shower and
dress. On the bus on the way home her mind was in a whirl. She wasn’t sure what
had happened or why. She wasn’t sure why she had allowed it to happen.
My
God, if Chris ever found out!
But he wouldn’t. She would never tell him. It
was her secret.  She should never return to that place again, to that
trickster, that conniving old man. Never return to that abusing, indescribable
woman.
But then Nicole wasn’t sure how she felt.
It
didn’t seem right but it didn’t seem wrong. She had enjoyed it. She couldn’t
deny it but it had been against her will....hadn’t it?

Nicole, checked over her shoulder to make sure no one on the bus could
see before opening her handbag and then carefully peeled open the envelope that
Mr Jordan had handed her as she left. She thumbed through the £20 notes – fifty
of them – one thousand pounds.

“We’ll see you next week then Nicole?” He had said. “Same time as usual?”

“Yes.” She had replied.

Richard came down in the lift and greeted her in foyer with a look of
disdain. Taking her by the arm he led her out of the building and down the
front steps to the plaza.

“Kiss me.” She asked with an edge of nervousness as they stood by the
fountain.

“No.” He said harshly and then looked her up and down. “Good. You did
as you were told?
”.
For a moment she glanced up at him
meekly.

“I’ve done what I was told all day. Each text you sent me I obeyed
immediately”.

He grunted his approval as his eyes scanned the plaza. It was still
fairly light for this time of the evening.

“I know you were very busy in the office today. I thought I’d call just
for a second, to see what you wanted to eat tonight. Your secretary………”

“I’ve told you never to call the office.” He snapped.

“I know. I’m sorry” She said quietly, her eyes looking down focusing on
her boots.

She shivered slightly. It was starting to get cold and a light drizzle
of rain was starting to fall. Richard adjusted his scarf and pulled together
the collar of his coat.

“Did you do everything?” he asked.

“I told you, yes.
Everything.”
She said.

“Show me”.

Nervously she looked around her. The plaza was quiet.
Just a few people hurrying past on their way home.
Turning
towards him she slowly unbuttoned the large rubber buttons of the nylon
raincoat she wore. Cautiously she held the front edges together before parting
them as wide as she dared. He looked at her. Beneath the coat she was naked.

“Good.” He remarked abruptly.

Suddenly a voice spoke behind her and she jumped and hurriedly pulled
together the front of the raincoat, her nervous fingers fumbling to fasten the
clumsy rubber buttons. Richard’s secretary strode up beside them. His face
beamed a wide smile.

“Claire, did you finish the minutes of the meeting?”

“No, George Parker called, just after you left, to confirm for Friday.
I’ll finish them at home tonight”

Richard nodded his approval.

“Karen, how are you?” Claire asked inquisitively. Karen felt incredibly
self- conscious. The flimsy material of the raincoat gave the feeling that it
was almost see through, although she knew it was not.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” Karen answered. She was nervous and felt again
the discomfort she always felt in the presence of Richard’s secretary. She had
an imposing air of superiority and Karen always felt that Claire looked down on
her. She was tall, very attractive and had long golden blonde hair.
Further more
she knew that Richard and Claire had a mutual
appreciation of each other that went beyond the role of secretary and boss.

While Richard and Claire talked business Karen looked around and caught
the reflection of the three of them in the large glass windows of the office
block main entrance. How wretched she looked. Richard stood tall, elegant in
his suit and overcoat, his hair swept back, his features masculine and strong.
Claire looked immaculate in her skirt and jacket, her blouse open slightly at
the neck revealing an admirable cleavage. Karen had always felt inferior to
her, she had large breasts and Karen’s relatively flat chest never stood a look
in. Claire’s long slender legs caught the eye and led to slim ankles and feet
encased in expensive classy black heeled shoes. Her hair shone, even in the
drizzling rain.

Between them and looking like a lost waif stood Karen, her brown hair
tousled by the rain, her figure hidden and flat, she looked like some throw
back from the sixties stood there in a nylon raincoat and knee high leather
boots. Even with the heels on her boots she only came to just above shoulder
height against Claire. The raincoat she noticed was somewhat shorter than she
had thought, some six inches of thigh was visible from the top of the boots to
the hem of the coat. She would need to be careful and watch that she did nothing
to make the hem rise too high. But then of course that would have been exactly
why Richard had told her to wear it.

“How has your day been?” Claire asked drawing her suddenly from her
thoughts.

“Oh I, well I’ve….”

“I’ve sent her a few text messages today.” Richard said.
“Things to be getting on with.”

Claire looked at her with a whimsical smile. “I hope you got everything
done.” She asked, raising an eyebrow. A shudder went through Karen. Did she
know? How much did she know? She started to speak but Claire interrupted.

“Can I offer you a lift home? It’s no trouble.”

“No, thank you.” Richard declined. “We’re taking the bus.”

Claire bade them farewell, giving Richard a peck on the cheek in the
process whilst practically ignoring Karen. They watched her walk away, hips
swinging provocatively, before Richard turned and pointed out the bus stop on
the other side of the plaza. He and Karen went over and waited in the queue.
She was getting colder and the rain was falling much more heavily now. She
could feel the nylon of the coat beginning to become saturated and it started
to cling in places to her skin. It started to make her nervous and she wanted
to suggest that they caught a taxi but she knew that he would have none of it.
This was how he wanted it.

Finally the bus appeared through the rain. Slowly they boarded as the
queue worked its way onboard and out of the rain. The lower deck was packed and
passengers stood all along the aisle. Richard headed straight up the stairs.
Karen went to follow him but then hesitated. The stairs were steep and she knew
immediately that not only would she struggle to climb them in her heels, but
that any one of the passengers on the lower deck who happened to glance up,
would be likely to see pretty much all she had to offer beneath the short hem
of the coat. Richard glanced back at her with a stern expression as if reading
her mind. Realising she had no choice she started to climb. The Bus pulled away
with a sharp jerk, and she stumbled forward on the stairs, only saving
her self
from falling flat on her face by throwing out her
arms in front of her, her boots clattering loudly on the steps as she tried to
regain her footing. Instantaneously she felt the nylon hem of the coat ride up.
With her heart pounding in her chest she managed to pull herself straight and
ran up the remaining stairs. She dare not look back. She knew that all eyes
would be focused on her and she could hear the low murmur of surprised voices.

Her cheeks burning red she spotted Richard seated near the back and
went and sat beside him. She was glad they were at the back of the bus. Looking
down at herself she could see the hard points of her nipples pushing distinctly
against the thin nylon of the raincoat. Over the next few stops most of the
passengers left the bus. They sat in silence, Richard reading through some
papers, until they were largely alone. Karen was starting to feel
uncomfortable. Her bladder was full and combined with her nakedness beneath the
coat and the chill of the dampness of the nylon she began to wish they were
home already.

“Are you uncomfortable?” He asked noticing her fidgeting.

“Yes.” She said quietly.

“Did you do as I asked?”

“I told you. I did everything.”

“Good.
How many?”

“Like you told me.
Six large
glasses of water just before I left the house.”

He nodded his head with satisfaction.

“I think we’ll get off at the next stop.” He announced.

“But we’re half a mile from home yet!” She protested.

Suddenly he stood, pushed past her and descended the stairs, ringing
the bell as he went. The bus started to slow down. Karen jumped up and hurried
as fast as she could to join him. Taking a deep breath she descended the stairs
with as much dignity as she could. Two middle-aged men seated near the stairs
watched her descent with wide gaping eyes. She felt the blood rush again into
her cheeks and, perhaps even more uncomfortably, felt her juices flow between
her legs. The bus stopped and Richard stepped off and began striding along the
pavement. Karen hurried after him.