Department Store (6 page)

I had no intention of ending the experience for Amy at that point, there was something else I wanted her to do as well. After watching that exhibition I was even more anxious to move to the next part of my plan.

“Get up, Amy.”

She didn’t appear to hear me, as if lost in the afterglow of her orgasm. I moved closer, spoke more loudly.

“Get up, Amy.”

Her head snapped round, realising I had moved, the message sinking into her lust befuddled mind. She shakily scrambled to her feet.

“Put the skirt back on, tie the blouse in a loose knot underneath your breasts and come over to the counter.”

While she did as she was told, I was busy with the camera. Switching it off before disengaging it from the tripod I then returned to the sales desk, still carrying the camera. Her modified outfit looked extremely sexy as she stood there waiting for her next command.

“You came; I didn’t. You will redress that.”

She looked at me and then after a second the penny dropped. A moment later she gracefully lowered herself onto her knees in front of me. Holding the camera pointed straight down I flicked it on. As she was reaching for the buckle on my belt the sudden flicker of motion on the TV screens caught her attention. She froze for a split second as she contemplated the view, before returning her attention to the task in hand.

Working swiftly she soon had the buckle undone and then the button behind it. Immediately afterwards the metal sound of the zip being drawn down echoed around the sales floor.

“Good girl, Amy, but in future you need to learn to do all that with your teeth. You will have to practice.”

I watched on the big screen as the camera caught the moment that message sank in, that today might not actually be the last time I expected her to perform such services. I could see the cogs whirring in her head as she tried to come to terms with her status. She didn’t stop though, pushing my trousers to the side and then reaching out and drawing my boxers down to reveal my erection standing there directly in front of her face. Amy briefly closed her eyes and licked her lips in an obvious attempt to clear her anxieties as she prepared to commit another adulterous act. I leaned back slightly to give the camera a better angle, not looking through the viewfinder but watching and correcting it via the nearest TV screen. I could see her head was angled as she approached my cock, allowing her to also watch the screen out of the corner of her eye.

Leaning forward she tentatively pushed her tongue out to lick the very tip of my engorged prick. The touch was gentle, fleeting, but still sent electric shocks running through my body. The tongue retreated and her mouth moved forward in its place. Ovalling her lips she accepted the end of my dick into her mouth, closing them tightly around the widest part. Her hand came up to grasp the base of the shaft and it began a slow pumping motion. Inside her mouth her tongue swirled around the captured end, her teeth gently grating on the sensitive skin.

“Look up at me, Amy. Look straight into the camera.”

She had to twist her body slightly to allow her face to tilt up. She caught my eye for a brief second, and then as instructed looked straight into the camera lens as she began to pump her mouth up and down the topmost two to three inches of my cock. The view on the screen was incredible; she’d moved in just the right way to expose her cleavage to the camera, thus forming a perfect backdrop to her moving mouth. I zoomed in as she continued to stare straight at the camera, exactly as per the command she had been given.

The sensation was incredible, enhanced immeasurably by the larger than life close up view on the big screen TV just feet away, repeated into the middle distance on twenty others. Twenty visions of this lovely woman’s head bobbing up and down on the end of a prick was something that had to be seen to be savoured. I gasped as she lowered her head further, taking another inch or so into her hot, wet oral cavity. I could feel my cock sliding over her tongue, reaching and hitting the back of her throat as she expertly manipulated it. Her hand wasn’t still either, jacking and rubbing the section of my shaft still outside of her mouth and then moving to caress my scrotum as the gap grew to narrow between her chin and the base of my cock. Her other hand had burrowed into her own top, and was busily caressing her breast.

“Keep looking up.”

I slowly began to move the camera down and to the side, keeping the tight close-up on her face but now from a different angle showing the motion of her head as she bobbed up and down in a rapid frenzy. As I watched the screen I could see her other hand moving on her breast, now twisting and pulling on her nipple.

The whole scene hadn’t been going very long, but despite having come twice already this little minx was milking me dry in double quick time. Her technique was virtually perfect, one of the best, if not the best, blow jobs I’d ever had. As I continued to watch her I realised I was about to cum and I needed her face for that not her mouth.

“Stop.”

She was a fraction slow heeding the command but a second later her movements ground to a halt and she looked up at me, her eyes asking for the next command.

I withdrew from her mouth and gently laid my end on her chin.

“Close your mouth and your eyes. Now use both hands and jack me off onto your face, porn star style.”

She did as she was instructed, her hand leaving her breast with obvious reluctance but complying none the less. With both dainty hands working on my length it wasn’t going to take very long and it didn’t. I zoomed the camera in until only her face was showing on the screen and then dropped my other hand down to replace hers in order to direct the streams and strings of cum exactly where I wanted them.

As I felt that first powerful release I lifted my penis from her face just slightly. The string of jism spat out, landing in a long line from her forehead down to her chin crossing her closed eye. The next one landed parallel to the first and I moved slightly so the third landed on her forehead and carried on up onto her fair hair where it shone wetly. The next three of four pumps were weaker but I managed to land them on various parts of her face, pooling on her cheeks and on her upper lip.

“Sit still.”

I switched the camera off after getting a series of extreme macro close ups of her sperm covered face and then moved from between her and the counter. Adjusting my clothing I looked back at her to see her still sitting exactly where I’d left her.

“Well, did you enjoy that?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Truthfully?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.”

“Amy, I want you to sit still there for ten minutes. You can move your neck to a more comfortable position but I don’t want you to move more than that.”

“Yes, sir.”

I resisted the temptation to nod.

“I’ll call you and give you your next instructions when the time is up. Keep your eyes closed.”

“Yes, sir.”

I heard him walking way and resigned myself to sitting here, not knowing what was going to happen. The excitement and the apprehension warred within my mind yet again, and it dawned on me that was exactly what he wanted. I could feel his ejaculate slowly drying on my face. I knew some had landed in my hair but he’d told me not to move and I knew he wasn’t going to let me clean up before he took me home. Not that it mattered anyway; the other marks on my body were enough to tell Alan I’d been fucked today. Any other evidence of my humiliation would merely be icing on the cake.

Then I remembered his remark about there being more occasions like this. It was difficult to sit still as the terror coursed through my veins. I so desperately wanted to get up and run but there was nowhere to run to dressed like this; my street clothes remained in his office.

“Amy!”

God was it ten minutes already?
I climbed to my feet and relaxed my neck before opening my eyes cautiously. The trail I’d felt him leave over my eye spilt with the movement of my eyelid so nothing fell into my open eye, thankfully. He was standing at the end of the long aisle and I moved toward him, slowly. I knew he didn’t want me to lose any
face paint
if I could help it.

“Amy!”

“Sir?”

“Don’t forget the blazer.”

“Sorry, sir.”

I turned back and retrieved the final piece of my outfit. As I did so I looked down at the place I’d sat and diddled myself on camera. As I thought there was a dinner plate sized wet patch on the carpet. Well, at least I didn’t have to clean it up, and hopefully I wouldn’t have to explain it either.

Mister Chisholm led me back to the staircase and down one flight into the ladieswear department.

“Give me those clothes. You can keep the stockings on but everything else. Quickly now.”

Wordlessly I undid the bow I’d tied in the blouse and slipped it off my shoulders, handing it to him along with the blazer. The tie followed and then the skirt until I was standing there naked except for the knee highs and shoes. He’d said just the knee highs so I bent to remove the shoes one at a time and handed them to him as well.

Finally I stood there, everything on show, not attempting to cover up, my body covered in the marks and the juices of our fucking bouts.

“I want you to find the shortest, tightest denim skirt you can actually fasten around your hips. Preferably a hipster style, not a waist style, but just do your best. Put on the stockings you had earlier but attach them to one of those lace garter belts. I want to see the garter belt above the skirt top and the garters below as well. Understand?”

Again I almost nodded but caught myself.

“Add one of those denim three button halter neck tops like the mannequin has on over there. Make it a real tight fit. Cut off the top two buttons leaving just the bottom one. Go back to the shoe department and find the tallest black stilettos you can wear. If they are platforms as well then so much the better but you need to be able to walk in them.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, you’ve got thirty minutes. Do it right because that’s your going home outfit. If you pass inspection I’ll take you home and you can have fun explaining it all to your husband, Alan.”

I wanted to bite my lip, to be honest I wanted to cry, but I knew that was not an option here.

“Yes . . . Sir.”

* * * *

The look on the naked, petite blonde’s face was priceless. The final humiliation of the day was going to be facing her husband, dressed as a slut with my cream all over her legs and face, as well as the love bites, which would last beyond the shower. That reminded me of course, I hadn’t yet placed any of the promised love bites on her perfect B cup titties.

There was plenty of time though. First I had to get the video completed and burned to DVD. She didn’t yet know she would be handing her husband that particular souvenir, of her very pleasurable day in my company.

I left her beginning to search through the racks for the required items and made my way back to the office. Once I’d dropped her off at home to face the music I was coming back to complete the tidy up operation so nothing was astray when the shop opened in the morning.

Downloading the files from the camera took only a few minutes, editing them to pick the best shots took slightly longer. I’d just finished that when there was a timid knock on the door. I looked up at the clock, she was ten minutes early.

“Yes?”

She slowly opened the door.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I think my old stockings are in the jacket pocket of the blazer you brought back here?”

I waved her over to the pile of clothes where she quickly retrieved the required item.

“Sir?”

“Yes?”

“I can’t cut the buttons off this top on the shop floor. The drawers are locked so I can’t find any scissors.”

I realised she was wearing the garter belt and skirt as stipulated and they made a very nice combination. The halter top was in her hand, awaiting the ordered modification.

“Just put the top on, I’ll deal with the button removal myself when you come back.”

“Thank you, sir.”

She slid quietly out of the office, having left the indelible image of her standing there in a tiny denim skirt, the garter belt above it, the garters dangling uselessly below and her naked breasts bobbing as she moved. I felt my prick twitch, coming alive again at the thought of this young beauty and what we still had time to do if I wanted. My prick twitched again, no doubt about its vote.

* * * *

When I’d gone to his office, early and only half ready I had been shaking, fully aware that he might be extremely displeased with me, and that I was potentially inciting a punishment. Given the circumstances there was nothing else I could do. When his reaction was as mild as it was, and as helpful the relief was palpable. Watching his eyes brought home to me that, despite his insistence we would be leaving shortly, my attire, and lack of it, was exciting him again and I knew he would probably fuck me at least once more.

By the time I’d run all the way back to the shoe department, pulling the halter around my chest as I did so, I found myself wet once more. I couldn’t work out if I was attracted to him, if it was the power of him, or if it was the power he was exercising over me. My fantasies had on occasion been graphic but nothing had matched the reality so far. As I pulled the stockings up my legs realisation flooded in, the day was nowhere near over.

Before going to his office I’d already selected the shoes, but wearing them I could only walk and not run across the sales floor back to the admin suite. As a result I was about two minutes late. I gulped and licked my lips before knocking once more on the polished wooden door.

“Come in.”

I slipped through the half open door and pushed it closed behind me. He looked pointedly at the clock.

“You’re late.”

“I’m . . . sorry . . . sir.”

I stammered as he frowned at me. Despite the sternness of his expression I could see his eyes tracking over my body, so much of it was on display. I could also see the video camera pointing at him and the desk from this side. Obviously I’d been correct in my musings; he hadn’t finished with me yet.

“Come here.”

He pointed to a position just the other side of the desk from him, between it and the camera. I obeyed, moving slowly and realising the heels were affecting my walk in a big way. Whereas earlier I’d had to deliberately put some effort into the walk to increase the seductive look of my moving ass, now I didn’t need to at all, the shoes did it all.

“Climb seductively onto the desk and crawl toward me. Shake your booty at the camera while you are on all fours.”

Now I was certain he was going to fuck me once more, and yet again on film. I licked my lips and noticed his desk top had been cleared, leaving just the inlaid green leather in its mahogany surround. I placed both hands on the desk and leaned forward toward him. With only the bottom button on the halter top fastened, I knew my breasts swayed forward and displayed themselves to him and I knew that was what he wanted. I saw his eyes fix on my cleavage and realised at the same time the camera was getting an excellent view of my ass as the skirt rode up.

I moved my hands forward on the desk and then lifted one knee onto the edge. It was a good job these heels were so high, I’d never have managed it in my normal ones. The second my knee rested on the wood I realised what the camera could now see behind me. The skirt had ridden up completely onto the top half of my ass. With my legs spread the camera would clearly be aiming right between my well spread legs, with my asshole and pussy slit in open view. It was a bit of a stretch but I managed to bring the other leg up too, crouching on the desk now on all fours. I knew if I closed my legs he’d say something and I’d be in trouble so I didn’t. The skirt had stayed high and I knew from behind I was fully exposed.

Although it looked big, the desk wasn’t that wide once I was on top of it so it was only a matter of seconds before I was right at the edge nearest him. Unsure of what to do next I looked at him and cocked an eyebrow. Throughout the process his eyes had hardly left my breasts, in this position hanging straight down and threatening to burst out of the halter.

“Swing your legs through and stand in front of me.”

I dropped back onto my heels and then one at time swung each leg through to in front of me, dangling over the edge of the desk. I knew he could see my pussy and I also knew he could see the moisture on the lips of my slit. Eventually sliding to my feet I looked at him again.

“Turn around, Amy. Put your hands on the desk.”

I did as instructed and waited for what was next. My mind played its games, fantasising about what he would ask me to do next.

“Lean forward and place your elbows on the table about a foot apart.”

As I followed this instruction he stood and then leaned around me to place a sheet of A4 paper face down in between my arms.

“Stand still, Amy. When I tell you, turn that piece of paper over and read it to the camera.”