Authors: Lisette Ashton
Kelly’s cheeks flared crimson as she recalled the evening when she and Helen had performed for Mistress Stacey. The memory inspired a thrill of warm pleasure to trickle down her spine. Reluctantly, she moved towards Helen and knelt down in front of her. As Helen spread the lips of her pussy, Kelly tongued her hole carefully.
Helen sighed deeply. ‘That’s it,’ she breathed encouragingly. ‘Get me good and wet for him. I’ll do the same for you afterwards, if you want,’ she promised. ‘He’s got this gorgeous thick cock and he really knows how to…’ Her words broke off to be replaced by a sigh of enjoyment as Kelly continued to tease her sensitive labia.
In spite of her anger, Kelly could not deny that she was feeling highly aroused. The flavour of Helen’s pussy juices was positively intoxicating. As the cream filled Kelly’s mouth, the scent filled her nostrils. The musky aroma of the blonde’s arousal was so darkly stimulating that Kelly quickly became aware of her own desires. Helen’s talk of them both having Russel was incredibly arousing.
Before she realised what she was doing, Kelly found she had thrust a finger into Helen’s pussy whilst she greedily slid her tongue around the woman’s clitoris. She would not have believed it was possible to derive so much pleasure from such a submissive act but the tingling in her own pussy confirmed her feelings.
Surreptitiously, she slid her other hand between her own legs and rubbed the heel of her palm against the heavy ache of her longing. She wished she could have employed her fingers, or had Russel tease her in the way she was pleasuring Helen. However, she did not want Helen to be aware of the powerful effect she was inducing. Before her passion could grow any greater, Kelly felt her hair being tugged, pulling her away from Helen’s pussy.
‘Enough for now,’ Helen told her. A contented smile rested broadly on her face. ‘I’ll let you do some more of that later,’ she assured Kelly.
Staring past Kelly, Helen snapped her fingers and pointed at the wet hole between her pussy lips. ‘Screw me, pretty boy,’ she told Russel sharply. ‘I’m just about ready for you.’
Kelly watched as Russel moved unhappily forward. His cock was a formidable length and the idea of having it inside her was thrilling. She saw the tip poke at the edge of Helen’s lips, then he was pushing himself forcefully into her. Helen gasped breathlessly as the cock filled her hole. She suppressed a deep-rooted groan of satisfaction as his shaft spread her lips apart.
Kelly realised she was still rubbing the aching seat of her desires as she watched this. Aware that she could now employ her fingers to pleasure herself, she raised the hem of her own skirt and slid a hand quickly inside her panties. She would have begun to caress the delicate folds of skin there if she had not noticed the knickers that Russel still wore. They were so flimsy that they simply hung around the rampant cock rather than restraining it.
Before, Kelly had been marvelling at his length and wishing she could enjoy it. Now, her thoughts were caught by one realisation. The panties were white. Not only were they white, they were also the satin type that Helen favoured. She breathed a sigh of relief. The pants were not the emerald-green pair Helen had pretended they were. Russel was wearing a pair of Helen’s white knickers.
Helen had been lying.
For an instant she was torn between two options. Her libido wanted her to stay in the stationery room with Helen and Russel. The passionate sex they were enjoying was deeply arousing and Kelly knew that she would be able to enjoy the feel of Russel’s cock if she remained. However, the fear of being caught was still at the forefront of her mind. Now that she knew Helen had no evidence to incriminate her, Kelly felt as though she had won a reprieve.
You can finger yourself as you think about this back at the hostel, she told herself sensibly. Get out now, before someone comes in here and discovers the three of you.
It was a sensible warning and she heeded it well. Standing up, she straightened her skirt, wiped the last remainder of Helen’s pussy juice from her lips, and made for the stationery-room door.
‘Where the fuck do you think you’re going?’ Helen asked, her words made ragged as Russel pounded his cock repeatedly into her.
Kelly glanced back over her shoulder and treated Helen to a cursory smile. ‘He was wearing a pair of your knickers, not mine,’ she said quietly. ‘You’ve got no hold over me, Helen. Just enjoy what you’ve had out of me, and we’ll leave it at that.’ Before Helen could say a word that might stop her, Kelly slipped through the door of the stationery room and closed it behind her.
Her relief at getting away from Helen was so great she almost began to run down the corridor in her urgent quest to get back to her desk.
‘What the fu –!’
Kelly didn’t realise she had bumped into the woman until she heard the angry exclamation. A shower of hot liquid sprayed across her chest, scorching her breasts and then chilling them a second later. She bit back a gasp of pain, apologising profusely to the woman she had collided with. ‘I’m sorry,’ she began. ‘That was all my fault, I –’
‘You stupid fucking bitch!’ Vanessa Byrne growled angrily. She was glaring furiously down at her blouse. Like Kelly’s, it too was sodden with spilt coffee. A scattered pile of saturated papers had pooled at her feet. Her face was as dark as thunder when she looked up and met Kelly’s fearful expression.
Kelly bit back her initial feelings of distaste as she looked into Vanessa’s eyes. Meekly she repeated her apology. ‘I’m sorry,’ she began. ‘I didn’t –’
She got no further. ‘You’re going to be sorry,’ Vanessa told her. She slapped her open palm across Kelly’s face. ‘Why weren’t you at your desk?’
‘I…’ Kelly began, too stunned to think coherently. ‘I…’
‘And where are those other two cretins hiding?’ Vanessa asked sharply.
Kelly considered pointing at the stationery room but fear stayed her hand. She had already seen how cunning and vindictive Helen could be when cornered. The way she had tried to avoid punishment for the stolen brooch was a perfect example. Kelly knew that she had only avoided discipline because Mistress Stacey knew all about Helen and her habits. If Vanessa Byrne was to be the judge, Kelly doubted she would see through Helen’s convincing lies.
‘Aren’t they back at their desks now?’ she asked, shaping her words so she did not actually lie.
Vanessa slapped her face again. ‘Pick up my papers and take them back to my office,’ she snapped. ‘I think you need to be properly disciplined.’
Kelly considered saying a word in her own defence but she could see the resolution on Vanessa’s face. Knowing that she would only make the situation worse for herself if she continued to talk, Kelly bent down and began to collect the coffee-soaked pages from the floor.
‘You pathetic little bitch,’ Vanessa snarled. ‘You’ve ruined this top, you know. Black coffee doesn’t come out of Armani silks. How could you be so fucking stupid?’
Hating herself for being humiliated by Vanessa, Kelly mumbled another apology. A hand struck her backside with a gun-shot retort. The sound echoed around the narrow corridor. Kelly felt tears of pain sting her eyes.
‘The word “sorry” won’t get the stain out, will it.’ Seeing Kelly had collected the last of the pages, Vanessa grabbed a fistful of her hair and dragged her from her knees. ‘Let’s get to my office and see if you can properly make amends.’ Still holding a swatch of Kelly’s hair, Vanessa tugged the redhead back to her office.
If Kelly had felt embarrassed and humiliated before, it was nothing compared to the shame she felt as Vanessa led her down the corridor and through the main typing pool. Tears of shame rolled down her cheeks. She was surprised they did not evaporate into steam as they struck the burning heat of her blush-tarnished cheeks. Typists and secretaries glanced up from their work to watch the spectacle of Kelly being led through their midst like an errant schoolgirl. They each glanced down and hurried on with their work before Vanessa could turn her gaze on them but Kelly saw the look of delighted excitement in their eyes. She shivered at the obvious disgust they harboured for her and experienced a moment’s self-loathing that she knew should have been directed at Vanessa Byrne.
Vanessa all but hurled Kelly into her office, slamming the door closed behind herself. She graced the redhead with a scornful expression before jamming her finger on to the desk intercom. ‘I’m taking no more calls this afternoon, Sally,’ she snapped into the machine. ‘And you’ll have to cancel both my remaining appointments.’
‘Yes, Miss Byrne,’ Sally’s voice replied meekly from the machine.
‘Close the blinds,’ Vanessa snapped, directing her words at Kelly. ‘I’ll be in the en suite when you’ve done.’
‘Yes, Miss Byrne,’ Kelly said quickly. ‘I’m sorry I spilt the coffee on you. It was a genuine accident. I didn’t –’
‘Whilst you’re closing the blinds, why don’t you shut up?’ Vanessa broke in rudely. ‘Hurry up now.’
Unhappily, Kelly closed the Venetian blinds in the office. She would rather have been punished by anyone other than Vanessa Byrne. She despised the woman vehemently and would have made this fact known, if she had thought it would help. However, she knew that it would do no good. She realised the quickest way to get the punishment over and done with was to obey Vanessa’s every instruction. Hurrying into the office’sen suite bathroom, she was greeted by the sight of Vanessa completely topless.
‘Look at my tits!’ Vanessa declared impatiently. ‘They’re bright red because of you, you stupid little slut. Have you seen?’
Kelly could not stop herself from looking at the round orbs of Vanessa’s beautiful breasts. They were not bright red, as she claimed, but the hot coffee had given her flesh a rosier hue than seemed usual. Kelly found her gaze focusing on the stiff nipples at the centre of Vanessa’s pale-pink areolas. She found the woman’s arousal quite unsettling.
‘I’m sorry, Miss Byrne,’ she began quietly. ‘It was an accident. I didn’t do it deliberately.’
‘Wash my clothes,’ Vanessa snapped. She tossed the blouse and bra she had been wearing at Kelly. ‘And take your top off too. I can see you’ve spilt coffee on yourself, you stupid girl.’
Kelly said nothing. Instead, she began to unfasten the buttons on her blouse as she took Vanessa’s clothes to the sink.
‘Take your bra off too,’ Vanessa commanded. ‘It looks sodden.’
Reluctantly, Kelly complied. She stood at the sink with the clothes in her hand, painfully aware of her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts, like Vanessa’s, were also a darker shade of pink than normal. She also realised her nipples were standing erect and Kelly tried convincing herself that this too was because of the hot coffee which had doused them. Behind her, she could see Vanessa gently teasing her own nubs as she watched Kelly bend over the sink.
‘If that stain doesn’t come out I’ll dock the cost of a replacement one from your salary,’ Vanessa informed her. ‘The same goes for the bra, you understand?’
‘I understand,’ Kelly replied softly, hating the sound of Vanessa’s voice more than ever. She focused her concentration on the clothes and filled the bowl with warm water. Using a bar of hand soap that was on the edge of the pristine sink, she washed the clothes furiously in the water until she felt certain the stain was gone. She worked on Vanessa’s blouse and bra first, before tending quickly to her own clothes.
‘There are coat hangers for my blouse and bra in that cupboard,’ Vanessa said, pointing. ‘Drape your own over the radiator. They’ll dry there.’
Kelly obeyed. ‘Is that all, mistress?’ she asked quietly.
Vanessa laughed darkly. ‘I hardly think so,’ she replied. ‘You haven’t tended to my injuries yet, have you?’
Kelly was about to ask her what injuries she meant, when she remembered the fuss Vanessa had made about her scalded breasts. She glanced at the woman’s bare tits, aware that Vanessa was happily caressing her injuries.
‘What do you want me to do?’ she asked.
Vanessa shook her head. ‘You’ve hurt yourself, haven’t you?’ she observed, nodding towards the red marks on Kelly’s chest. ‘I’ll show you what to do.’
She moved towards the sink and ran a bowl full of hot water. Taking the soap Kelly had used to wash the clothes, she began to rub a lather between her hands. She stopped when she had a fistful of white bubbles. ‘They say that warm soapy water is good for burns,’ she explained. ‘So I want you to do this for me.’ She placed her hands on to Kelly’s left breast and began to rub the lather into the skin.
Kelly gasped softly, surprised by the sensitivity of her own flesh. She stood resolute as Vanessa massaged the soap thoroughly into her, aware that the woman was paying more attention to her nipple than was necessary. It was a disconcerting feeling. Vanessa manipulated her areola and nipple with skilled dexterity, rolling the nub of flesh between her fingers. Reluctantly, Kelly felt her arousal increase, in spite of her hatred for the woman who was stimulating her. She could feel her chest’s rise and fall becoming more and more laboured as the pleasurable sensations began to fill her.
When Vanessa changed breasts and began to knead the right one, Kelly released a guttural moan of pent-up delight. She hated Vanessa and she hated herself for enjoying what was happening. However, she could not stop herself from submitting to the woman. Her arousal was so total she could feel the well of an orgasm building up inside.
‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’ Vanessa observed.
‘Yes, Miss Byrne,’ Kelly replied stiffly, her words made ragged with desire.
‘You’d like me to do this on your pussy, wouldn’t you?’ Vanessa breathed softly, placing her mouth close to Kelly’s ear.
Kelly closed her eyes, not knowing what to say in reply. She would have loved to have Vanessa perform the same intimate massage on her vagina. At the same time, she was loath to have the woman touching her. It also occurred to her that Vanessa Byrne was equal in rank to Mistress Stacey. Therefore she was far too superior to perform such an act on a trainee like Kelly. As she stood with her eyes closed and these thoughts tumbling through her mind, Kelly realised Vanessa had moved her hands away.