by John Argus
Zoe was filled with sudden zeal as she turned around and showed the article to Normand Miller, and he agreed wholeheartedly with her, which increased her enthusiasm significantly. But unfortunately, what he told her next caused her considerable anxiety; that it was Mr Erasmus who was in charge of that particular funding program.
On the one hand, Mr Erasmus had shown trust in her judgement before. He had made that grant to the factory in Bristol at her behest, so there was every reason to think he might do the same in this case. But on the other hand, the thought of seeing him again so soon after… well it filled her with uncertainty, for she had little confidence in her ability to judge what was proper behaviour any more, and much less in her ability to resist his suggestive approaches.
Yet the thought of those poor orphans going hungry in a desperate attempt to hang on to the only home they had made her worries seem trivial and selfish by comparison, so she steeled herself to be as convincing as possible as she carried the newspaper along the corridor to Mr Erasmus’s office, her heart beating faster and faster the closer she got.
His door was half open and she hesitated, still gripped by the earnest need to save the orphanage, but almost as strongly in the thrall of her own fears and anxieties… and shamefully rising excitement.
Her hands trembled as she thought of what she’d done the last time she was in his office, and her shame intensified. Yet if she had to take part in such goings on in order to help the orphans, well, it was surely a price worth paying, and one of which she could be proud.
She eased her head around the edge of the open door and peeked in, her eyes moving around the room in search of him. To her disappointment, and partial relief, he did not appear to be there. Perhaps she would simply leave the article on his desk with a brief note of explanation. She need not even put her name on it; a man of Mr Erasmus’s intelligence would quickly understand the good that could be accomplished by granting money to such a worthy cause.
She hurried through the door and over to his desk, placing the newspaper – appropriately folded open to show the article – dead centre on his large embossed blotting pad. She hesitated about a note, but then decided it was best to take no chances and began writing one.
‘Well, well…’ She yelped in surprise, dropping the pencil as she straightened and turned to see Mr Erasmus standing in the open doorway, his hand resting casually on the ornate door handle. ‘Hello, young Quincanon,’ he said, with an avaricious glint in his eye she could not fail to notice. ‘What a pleasant surprise.’
‘Mr Erasmus…’ she blurted, ‘sir, I…’
He closed the door behind him, very deliberately, and she felt a surge of alarm as she watched him nonchalantly lock it as well, before approaching her. ‘You don’t know how delighted I am to see you, my dear,’ he said, smiling. ‘I was so afraid I had offended you last night with my frank words on the telephone.’
Poor Zoe hadn’t a clue what to do or say, so she instinctively backed away from him very slightly and mumbled, ‘Um, no, I – I wasn’t offended, I was—’
‘No, no, you must allow me to apologise,’ he cut in, and grasped her upper arms. ‘It was unforgivable of me to use such language over the phone with a young lady like you. It was quite indecent. I can only blame this strange spell you seem to have cast over me. I seem to lose my wits whenever I think about you.’
‘You do?’ She stared up at him, unable to think straight, but desperately trying to do so.
‘I do,’ he confirmed, nodding seriously. ‘And I still feel absolutely mortified that I forced you to do such wicked things to me.’
‘Oh but… I mean, you didn’t force me, sir, I—’
‘No, no, a refined young lady like you would never willingly have lowered herself like that just to offer a moment of pleasure and comfort to a silly old fool like me.’
‘But you’re not a silly old fool,’ she protested fervently.
‘And for what in return?’ He did not seem to hear her. ‘Certainly not for your own pleasure. And yet a girl like you deserves to live her life in pleasure, Zoe, deserves to feel the greatest pleasures God made possible.’ He suddenly hugged her, but pulled back almost at once, and still holding her arms he shook his head as if in wonder, his eyes taking her in. ‘Oh, Zoe,’ he sighed, ‘did you wear that dress for me? Did you know how it would affect me? Did you know it would drive me mad with desire for you?’
Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth to issue a denial, but then he embraced her again, so intensely that she gasped as her breasts were crushed against his chest.
‘Oh, Zoe, you are such a wonderful, sweet girl, so ready to sacrifice herself for the needs and happiness of others.’ He groaned. ‘Even those as unworthy as me.’
Suddenly his words reminded her of her mission, and she turned her head towards the newspaper she had left on his desk. But then his fingers snaked through her hair, and a moment later his lips began nuzzling her cheek, her earlobe, and the elegant curve of her neck, undeniably giving her goose bumps. ‘Please, Mr Erasmus,’ she whispered, and despite not wanting to hurt the poor man’s feelings, managing to get her hands up between them and pushing a little against his chest as she tried to arch her back a little away from his smothering embrace, ‘I – I did… I mean… I wanted to—’
‘I’m afraid this pathetic old man is completely under your spell, sweet Zoe,’ he mumbled against her dainty ear, and then his lips drifted down to hers and his arms held her so tightly she could scarcely breathe, and definitely not move. She was overwhelmed by the intensity of his longing for her, and could not resist a little glow of pride and excitement that he thought so highly of her. She found her tongue moving to meet his as he clutched her even more passionately against him.
Then when he backed away, without breaking the seal of their lips, he drew her with him and pulled her down as he dropped into his chair. She tried to edge back, but his strength was surprising and she unwittingly found herself kneeling astride his thighs, her knees wedged against the backrest and her bottom on his lap… and there was something bulging up directly against the tautness of her white panties covering her sex.
At last he interrupted the kiss and she gasped for air, swaying slightly as his lips moved to the nape of her neck, while his hands crept down her back and beneath her short skirt to caress her bottom through her thin white panties.
‘M-Mr Erasmus,’ she breathed, squirming in his grasp as she battled contradicting emotions of excitement and embarrassment.
‘I feel so, so terrible for making you give me pleasure with your mouth, Zoe,’ he whispered hoarsely between kisses. ‘I must make it up to you. You must let me make it up to you!’
‘But, I… oh…’
His hands slid beneath her panties and she gasped again in alarm and helpless excitement at the feel of them against her bare skin. She was still tender from the caning and the touch made her wince, too. Then fingers slid like a snake between the cleft of her buttocks and followed the contours of her body between her thighs, to cup her warm sex. It was quite terrible of him to touch her there, and equally terrible of her to let him. Yet he had touched her there before, and so it was hardly the place to draw a line now, especially since he seemed so desperate to repay the pleasure she had given him. She neither wanted to hurt his feelings, disappoint him, or make him so upset he would ignore her entreaties about the orphans, which meant she was totally confused about how to respond to his salacious overtures. And to make matters worse, a cloud of steamy sensual arousal began swirling around her mind and body, growing in heat and strength and making it difficult to think as her sex became hot and wet with need. His fingers were doing wicked things to her there, wonderfully wicked things, and her pussy was responding.
His middle finger penetrated her abruptly, slipping up into her body from beneath and behind, and she winced a little as she felt her soft flesh give way
around the intruding digit; felt the succulent folds of her sex forced open and stretched as his finger pushed deeper, and deeper. She groaned, swaying, and then his lips were on hers again and she moaned into them.
‘I shall return the pleasure you gave me, Zoe,’ he whispered. ‘I shall sacrifice my own pleasure for yours.’
She had no idea what he meant and sucked in a dizzy breath as he rose with her in his arms, turned, and set her back down in his chair. Then with a smooth, fluid motion, he caught her wrists and kissed both palms, before pushing her hands up and above her head and over the back of the chair.
‘Please, Mr Erasmus?’ she gasped in confusion.
‘Sweet Zoe, I promise I’ll give you the pleasure you deserve,’ he droned hypnotically.
The hem of her skirt was already around the tops of her thighs, exposing their soft white flesh framed by her stockings and suspenders, and he lifted it higher as she slumped down in the large chair, peeling the dress up to her breasts, and then turning it inside out as he tugged it up over her head, where he left it covering her face as he tied the loose folds tightly together around her forearms.
‘W-what are you doing?’ she gasped again, her voice muffled by the soft cream silk.
Without answering, Steven Erasmus sank to his knees, seizing her legs and letting his fingers massage their velvety flesh before he lifted them up and apart, draping them across the arms of the chair and spreading her open. She moaned and squirmed as he began gently kissing his way up and down her inner thighs, whispering sweet words of promise she could not make out as his fingers roughly massaged her sore buttocks.
He detached the slim elastic straps holding up her stockings, undid the suspender belt around her slim waist, and pulled it away. He hesitated, but then a feral smile touched his lips and he slid the belt around one of her legs just above the knee, cinching it tight as he pulled it sideways and down along the side of the chair. The belt stretched, and he wrapped the other end around a brace beneath the seat. An instant later his own belt was off and he smoothly wrapped it around her other leg, pulling it down alongside the chair’s other arm and once again binding it beneath the seat.
With the girl blinded by her own dress, he opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a pair of scissors, with which he neatly snipped the sides of her white panties, letting the front of them fall away to reveal her glorious young sex. Framed by the stockings, her pussy and thighs were the sum of all his dreams and fantasies, and he stared at the glorious vision for a long moment, utterly enthralled.
Zoe’s legs were trembling but firmly bound in place as he admired her womanhood. He let his hands slowly stroke the sweet band of flesh between the top of her stockings and the neat little V of silky hair surrounding her pouting sex lips. Then he slowly leaned in, savouring the moment – another triumph – and let his tongue revel in the taste of the lovely young woman bound before him, his nostrils flared as he inhaled her intoxicating scent.
She flinched at the wholly alien touch, and moaned in fear and pleasure, writhing weakly in the chair. ‘M-Mr Erasmus, you mustn’t…’ she protested from beneath her rumpled dress.
‘Have no fear, Zoe, for I will be the perfect gentleman,’ he assured her, and began raining kisses against her inner thighs as his thumbs massaged them, working his way slowly closer until his tongue twirled through her downy pubic hair and traced a path against either side of her virgin sex. His fingers massaged her pubic lips, and then gently spread them open as his tongue probed her fresh succulence. She flinched again and yelped in surprise, and then cried out softly at the feel of his tongue slithering wetly over her sex.
He gazed at the moistly glistening vulva before him, noting the swollen clitoris pushing out from beneath its protective hood, and an avaricious look possessed his eyes as he let his tongue flick lightly around it.
Zoe squirmed helplessly, quite shocked and confused by what was happening. And then his tongue lapped her pussy and she understood, after a fashion, that he intended to please her with his mouth just as she had pleased him with hers. She had no idea how such things were done, but she was quite sure it was very, very wicked. Then her thoughts succumbed to a growing sense of wonder at the electrifying pleasure she experienced as his tongue glided across her pussy in such a shockingly intimate fashion. She had been astonished by the delicious feel of his fingers there, but that was as nothing compared to the shimmering, glittering fire stoked inside her core as his tongue danced just beyond her clitoris.
She was reduced to little shudders and gasps as his fingers dipped inside her and his tongue slithered against the inside of her pubic lips, moving ever closer to the glowing little seed at the top of her sex. She found herself writhing from side to side, moaning and jerking against the bonds which held her as his tongue finally began touching her there and she began melting, her mind floundering in the bliss surging through her virginal flesh.
‘Oh…’ she cried. ‘Please, Mr Erasmus… you shouldn’t… you shouldn’t be…’
There was nothing she could do within the imprisonment of her dress as his fingers and mouth worked expertly, except experience the joy his touch induced. She was shocked, overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of it, her hips squirming against her bonds. Now two fingers were inside her, moving in deep and then slipping out and up to caress her slick sex lips. His mouth was against her clitoris, kissing and gently sucking as his tongue probed and swirled and taunted her.
Her climax arrived with shocking suddenness and her body bucked violently beneath it, trembling helplessly as the power of her release tore through her soul, leaving her limp and breathless.
‘Just the merest touch of the pleasure you deserve, sweet Zoe…’
His words drifted in her head as if from a great distance. Her sex seemed to be glowing, and then she felt his fingers on her breasts, massaging them through the delicate bra cups. Somehow the bra seemed to vanish, and then she groaned weakly as delight flared inside her anew when his lips closed around one of her stiff nipples. His tongue and lips sucked and massaged it, his teeth nibbling and chewing lightly while his fingers kneaded her softness. Then his mouth eased lower, sliding down her belly and between her legs once more as his fingers continued squeezing and caressing her breasts.
Guilt surfaced briefly inside her, but was instantly swept aside as his tongue stoked her excitement again, bringing a raw desperation to her need, until her flesh once more seemed to dissolve in orgasmic bliss… this was terrible… it was wicked and awful and shameless of her… she ought not to be feeling as she was… she ought not to be letting Mr Erasmus touch her as he was…
He pinched and plucked at her nipples, twisting and tugging them until they ached, and then he took them in his mouth again and massaged them with his warm, moist tongue, sucking on them gently and rhythmically. She groaned as his tongue traced a path back down her belly, and once more began swirling around her clitoris. She felt an intoxicating lust growing inside her, along with a dazed sense of submission and the desire to give herself to him in every way, to let him use her and possess her and drive his penis into her. She felt shock at the thought, and then a hot glow of naughty excitement. Yes, she wanted him to take her right then and there. She wanted him to thrust his erection deep into her body and possess her!
But instead his tongue and his fingers teased and taunted, luring her towards another glorious release of tension. Yet just as she felt the peak of her pleasure approaching, his tongue trailed away, gliding up and down her thighs while his fingers massaged the soft flesh of her buttocks.
‘Dear, sweet, lovely Zoe,’ he crooned. ‘Beautiful Zoe. Wonderful Zoe.’
She could not bring herself to speak. She was hot in the cocooning shadows of her dress, and her hair felt damp against her forehead. All her senses were focussed on the movement of his fingers and lips against her skin.
Again he edged closer, his lips massaging h
er clit as he sucked gently, and then blew on it lightly. His fingers sank deeper inside her and his tongue began circling her throbbing button yet again. She felt the furnace in her pussy re-igniting and her lust flaring as another climax approached, but then again he slackened his pace and his attentions and she whimpered in disappointment. She wanted to beg him to keep licking her, to keep touching her, yet she could not bring herself to volunteer such terribly wanton desires to a man of such standing as Mr Erasmus. And so she quivered with anticipation as his tongue moved up her tensed belly, and moaned in ecstasy as it teased her nipples, then groaning in frustrated delight as it slid back down to brush lightly against her sex.
‘You’re such a naughty girl, Zoe,’ he chided quietly. ‘Such a wicked girl.’
Slumped low in the chair, she could only moan in agreement, and then gasp in surprise as he slapped her bottom where it protruded slightly over the edge of the seat.
‘Naughty girl,’ he said. ‘Naughty, naughty girl.’ He smacked her bottom twice more, and then rained kisses upon it. His fingers sank into her pussy again and she groaned, arching her back. There were three of them, surely, and they pushed quite deep. She could feel the pressure of his bunched digits as they strained her opening wider, making her hips roll in response as they began pumping in and out of her.
‘Nasty girl,’ he said, his other hand spanking her bottom again. ‘Naughty, wicked girl.’
She groaned feverishly. She was wicked. She was horribly naughty.
‘Are you a naughty girl, Zoe?’ he demanded, pinching both her nipples in turn and twisting them painfully.
‘Yes!’ she gasped. ‘Oh yes, I am!’
‘Say it,’ he urged, his voice somewhat hoarse.
‘I’m a naughty girl!’ she gasped.