Department Store, page 6
“Unbutton the blazer, Amy.”
On the nearest TV I suddenly saw a close up of my face as he zoomed the camera in. A moment later the image panned down to my chest, centred on the two buttons holding the blazer closed. The inference was obvious and my hands dropped and slipped first one button and then the other through the holes. I continued to dance with the blazer hanging open to each side awaiting the next instruction, my hands again above my head.
“Lose the blazer.”
As seductively as possible I slipped one shoulder and then the other out of the blazer, all the while watching myself as I performed this slow striptease for him. I have to admit the experience was having an effect on me. As the blazer slowly slipped away down my arms the effect must have been obvious to him. It was to me as I watched my puckered hard nipples push ever further into the blouse.
Once the blazer was all the way off, I caught it in one hand as it dropped, and at a gesture from Mister Chisholm laid it gracefully on the floor next to me before resuming dancing. As I had already confirmed to him I wasn’t wearing underwear I assumed the tie would be next, followed by the blouse and was therefore surprised when he went in a different direction.
“Unbutton the blouse, Amy, from the bottom, leave the tie in place.”
The bottom button of the blouse was beneath the waistband so I had no alternative other than to pull, as gracefully as I could manage, the tail of the garment clear of the skirt. Since he made no move to prevent it, I continued by pulling it free all the way round. To be honest this reduced the tension on the fabric and it was slightly easier to breathe than before. Have you ever seen a woman trying to look seductive and sexy as she unbuttons her blouse starting at the bottom and working up? Not that it was something I’d ever seen done, but watching myself on the screen it looked kind of awkward, certainly not flattering. Nevertheless, I tried hard although it was difficult to see any expression on his face as the camera, and the hand holding it, concealed so much of my view of him.
On the screen the long range view slowly changed to a close up as my fingers toyed with the bottom button. As it popped open my hands moved up to the next, the camera tracking the movement as my hips continued to dip and circle in time to the measured slow beat of the music. Trust me to pick a blouse with so many buttons, the other one, had only had six, this one had more than a dozen. After a couple of buttons I finally got into a rhythm, each button popping open on every other time my hips moved to the left. I think I could see the ghost of a smile on his face in recognition of my efforts as my hands reached the tightest place, where the material stretched out across by boobs.
Finally the last button came open, right up near the collar behind the tie, which now hung lankly down the valley of my cleavage with the blouse caught slightly to the sides. I had to admit it was a sexy image as I continued to dance to the music.
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It was time to change the game on Amy once more. My finger found the button and flicked the music off. A few feet away the woman slowly came to a halt, wondering what had happened to the rhythm she had been following, wondering also what was about to happen. Her expressive blue eyes concealed nothing as they flitted between me and her own lascivious image on the twenty large TV screens in the department. These also went black and I switched the camera off and moved away from the counter. The large fifty inch screen at the front of the display had an extra just for today. Mounted onto the frame at its rear was a small gorilla pod tripod camera mount. She stood there, her chest heaving inside the open blouse as I moved across and fastened the camera to the tripod head.
“Face me pl—Amy.”
I’d almost said please but she didn’t appear to have noticed as she turned her body in the required direction.
“Move back to the other side of the aisle.”
“Now sit down on the floor right there.”
She looked puzzled as she complied, sitting down with her back leaning against the side of the refrigerator that was there.
“Stretch your legs out in front of you. Now spread them about two feet apart.”
I focused the camera on her as I gave her these instructions and I was pleased to see she continued to obey without hesitation. Satisfied with the camera position and angle I flicked it into record mode again and the TV sets around me came back into life.
Her mouth opened in an ‘o’ as she realised the sexy figure she now portrayed on the screen. With the blouse hanging off, open from the neck all the way down, the tie emphasising her cleavage by partially concealing it, and her legs spread, tightening the skirt I had to agree with her. I adjusted the position of the camera slightly and focused it on her lap before locking off the mount and stepping off to the side. Her head tracked my movements but her eyes kept sliding back to the screen to drink in her own image.
“Amy?”
“Yes, sir?”
“It’s time for your performance.”
“My performance. . . sir?”
* * * *
His words confused me for a moment and I instinctively asked a question, before realising that just might be a mistake. I blushed scarlet as I realised what I’d done, but eventually relaxed when he seemed to take no notice of my slip, indeed he answered my question.
“Yes, Amy. Your performance. I want to watch you, watch you play with yourself.”
I swallowed hard. This was going to be yet another step past my limit. Alan had never seen me masturbate yet, and although I’d displayed myself to Mister Chisholm and then let him fuck me, twice, I hadn’t actually gone this far.
My body knew what it wanted even if I didn’t. Of their own accord my hands moved from my sides to cup my breasts through the thin blouse. I could feel my nipples responding, trying to burrow into my palms. The wanton image, larger than life, of myself on the screen in front of me, squeezing my tits, was incredible. Sure, as a younger girl just coming to terms with my sexuality, I’d played with myself in front of a mirror but this was the first time I’d watched as a mature young woman.
My mouth opened, tongue flicking across my lips as my eyes fixed on my own image right there a few feet in front of me. I knew there were two choices in terms of proceeding now, I could either uncover my tits and then keep playing with them. Notice they were tits not breasts now. Or I could steeple my knees and allow the skirt to fall off my thighs and reveal my pussy to the camera, dropping my fingers down to the target thus revealed. The picture on the screen of apparently a school girl caught in the fact was incredibly hot. The fact that it was a picture of me was even hotter.
Letting go of my tits, my hands grasped the two open halves of my blouse and slowly pulled them apart, leaving the collar still caught by the tie above and with the tie dangling in the valley in-between. I watched as, on the screen in front of me, my chest became more and more exposed. My breathing became heavier and I could see them rising and falling more and more as I sucked oxygen into my system. After an agonisingly long time, in actuality probably not more than a minute or so, the blouse slipped far enough to the side that my nipples popped into view. They were extended, hard and I could feel them throbbing as the blood flow through them increased in time with my breathing. Down below, still hidden by the skirt I could feel my pussy starting to leak fluids again, coating my inner thighs and dripping down onto the back of the skirt where I was sitting on it. At this rate there was going to be a definite wet patch on the grey coloured carpet when I’d finished.
My hands moved to my tits once more, fingers curling around and pinching and squeezing the nipples. I wasn’t gentle with my own flesh either. Each time I tweaked them it brought a gasp of pain and arousal from my lips. Still I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the screen in front of me.
One hand finally let go and drifted downwards across my stomach to the waistband of my skirt, while the other continued to maul my breast. When it reached its target I drew in a breath sharply, creating a hollow behind the waist band, just large enough to slide my hand through. Meanwhile my legs, still flat on the floor, moved as far apart as possible. My fingers began to comb through my pubic hair and I couldn’t suppress the very vocal moans of passion issuing from my mouth. I played with the soft hair, exploring where it was partly matted from the experiences earlier in the day, before slowly extending my hand down to cup my mound. My pussy slit gaped open, soaking wet, fluids everywhere. In an instant my entire hand was drenched; again a new experience. The moans were almost continuous now and I knew I wasn’t that far off the orgasm he’d instructed me to wrench from my own body.
The other hand now dipped down to the side clip on the wrap over skirt. It was the work of a moment to unclip it and lift one of the two layers of fabric off my thighs, halfway to exposing myself fully to the video camera. Swinging the fabric over and away to the other side, my hand naturally fell on the internal clip, which also came undone with a deft flick of the fingers. The skirt on that side slithered to the floor, exposing my whole flank to the camera. I watched entranced as my own hand, almost without conscious control, daintily picked up the last vestige of modesty, the final panel of the skirt and began to lift it. A couple of heartbeats later the job was complete, the skirt lay open on the floor underneath of me, my whole body exposed to the camera.
I almost came right there and then but the view on the screen began to change. The camera obviously had a remote control and Mister Chisholm was slowly zooming the camera onto my loins. By now my breath came in short pants, incoherent moans sounding louder and louder as my fingers worked feverishly on my pussy. My thumb alternately pressed and then circled my clit. The two outer fingers spread my pussy lips wide open and the other two thrust in and out. At the same time the two penetrating fingers twisted and turned deep inside my pussy on every stroke. It was impossible for me to keep still, each thrust of my own fingers bringing my churning hips clear of the ground as I used my free hand to support myself.
“I’m cumming!”
A moment later I did, my eyes still fixed and watching the petite, blonde twenty-something woman, me, dressed in the ruins of a school uniform, masturbating in front of herself.
Chapter 11 – On Camera
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.”
Chapter 12 – The Office
“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.
