Taboo

Keywords: Upstream, 05, Paddling, Ch.,

Looking at the girl who had moved with a puzzled expression on my face she giggles and turns to look out of the window. The two new residents were now staring across and the pair in front of me, neither was now giggling – just staring. Shifting slightly forward in the seat I am just about able to peer over the back of the seat and perhaps get a better idea of what is going on. As I surreptitiously leaned further and further forward more and more of the seat was coming into view, quite unprepared for what I was about to see I gasped as it suddenly became apparent that the girl had her right hand wrapped around the boys erect cock and was causally masturbating him as she gazed out of the window. Hearing my gasp the boy's head snapped round to face me, after a moments panic he realised I was smiling and smiled back, the girl seemed quite unperturbed that she now had and audience. Leaning on the back of the chair I settled in to watch the show, the girl who had changed seats shuffled along and sat next to me peering over the seat. Eyes now closed the boys immanent orgasm was hailed by several whimpers which attracted the attention of the two shop assistants, with six spectators now eagerly awaiting the finale the boy finally ejaculated to squeals of delight from the two girls opposite. He had managed to send a jet of spunk two or three feet in the air before it fell back into his lap, as he double over the girl slid her hand out of the way and continued to gaze out of the window, the two opposite giggled and whispered and the shop assistants went back to their analysis of Eastenders. Sitting back in my seat I turned to the girl next to me who was now wearing a huge grin
"How much does she charge " I asked

"Three quid for a hand job and fiver for a blowjob" she announced.

"Don't do women" came a voice from the front, all I could do was laugh.

Over the next 30mins another four came and another four came. Three hand jobs and one blowjob, by my reckoning that was twenty quid she had made on her way to her place of business - school. Once the girls had exited the bus the remainder of the journey was pretty uneventful and as predicted I arrived at work one hour and thirty five minutes late.




*"Part XVI Angela's Outfit ("*FF,toys,fetish)*

According to Sharon, Aitken had already called four times looking for a venue and time for tomorrows shoot, leafing through the other messages I threw them on my desk in the passing and headed straight for Salder's office. I needed some ideas on a location for the shoot and if nothing else Sadler certainly had the contacts, I quite literarily ran into him as I barged into the outer office.

"Ah Ms Holden my wife informs me that Jackson will be collecting you at 12:00pm sharp and driving you and Ms White to view some appropriate attire for Wednesdays ball. "

His wife..... Mistress Elizabeth was his wife. – an idea struck me.

"Oh yes thank you – but what I really came to ask is if it would be possible to use Bayswater Hall as the back drop for the shoot tomorrow."

"Excellent idea my dear – should have thought of that myself – good thinking" " See Ms White for directions etc " and he was gone out into the main office area. Ms White was very accommodating and kept smiling at me as she jotted down the required details.

"The ball should be a hoot" I quipped

"A Hoot! ..... A Hoot!" as the smile drained from her face

"Do you realise how privileged you are even being invited " she frowned " Six months worth of planning goes into this annual ball - trust me when I say its like nothing you have ever before attended." Handing me the details.

"Great – cant wait" almost apologetically " I bet you will be as stunning as you were last night"

"Thank you" as the smile started to re-appear.

Heading back to my desk I passed Emma and Daniel who were, as usual thick as thieves, huddled over Daniels desk they barely looked up as I greeted them which I thought odd given yesterdays events. Sitting down I picked up an A4 manila folder which had mysteriously appeared, opening it up I instantly realised why they hadn't wanted to delay my return to my desk. Photocopy number 1 was of Emma's ass and pussy, number 2 was Daniels's ass and balls and so it went on, they had gotten quite adventurous by the last few, two of Daniels fingers up Emma's ass, Daniels dick in Emma's mouth and finally both squished faces staring out at me. Laughing out loud and looking over at the pair of them, who were by now giggling and smiling up at me, I mouthed back at them "DISGUSTING", they seemed pleased with their efforts.

Arranging the contract photographer, video crew, directors, catering and miscellaneous others saw me through to 11:55am when I eventually called Aitken to arrange for the cars to be delivered and his bimbos to be on-site by 10:00am. Finishing my call I looked up to see Ms White towering over me.

"Jackson is downstairs" as she turned and headed for the main entrance.

Quickly tidying up I threw on my overcoat I chased after her only catching up as we stepped outside onto the street

"Jesus H" I gasped

A uniformed chauffeur, whom I assumed to be Jackson, stood next to the biggest, blackest, damnedest Rolls Royce I had ever set eyes on let alone been a passenger in, all it needed was a white gloved hand waving from the window and union jacks on the wings to complete the majestic picture. As we approached, Jackson, whose complexion was as black and shinny as his charge's, swung the back door open and Ms White jumped into the vast cavern inside. Following her inside I sat in one of the "sofas" inside.

"Isn't this the most wonderful vehicle Stacey"

"It really is amazing Ms White" I agreed

"Elizabeth has such exquisite taste - and please call me Angela outside the office" she smiled.

Pressing the intercom button built into the door Angela spoke to Jackson

"Jackson you know the routine "

"Yes Mistress"

Pulling away from the office building I was surprised by the silence, no road noise , no engine noise just a mild sensation of movement, almost gliding. Gazing through the smoked glass windows I felt almost voyeuristic as I watched the people go bye knowing they could not see me and watching Jackson sitting on the other side of a smoked partition.

"Have you been to Submissions before" Angela asked

"No – is it a boutique or something"

"Oh its much more than that " she smiled " You'll see"

Several minutes later we pulled into a large out of town type supermarket car park, Jackson parked almost as far from the building as was possible.

"Do you need something" I asked puzzled.

Angela did not reply, instead she hoisted up her knee lendth tweed skirt and pulled down her dowdy looking "Bridgette Jones " type panties. Meantime Jackson had left the drivers seat and was approaching the door on Angela's side.

"This damn car makes me so horny"

Jackson entered the rear cab and without instruction or hesitation he closed the door , kneeled in front of Angela's now wide spread legs, unbuttoned his uniform trousers and pulled out a thick black cock. Angela slid forward in the seat and Jackson's already hard cock slid into her easily. Neither spoke for the next five minutes or so as Jackson hammered his cock in and out of her pussy, almost impatiently Angela said

"Come on Jackson harder – I'm not getting there!"

Jackson re-doubled his efforts as a band of sweat started to form on his forehead, glancing at me he lifted his eyebrows as much as to say help me out here. I smiled and much to my surprise reached over and started rubbing Angela's clit. Grinning and nodding Jackson struggled on. Angela had become aware of my manipulations and glanced at me smiling. Three or four minutes later Angela exploded into her orgasm, screaming and shouting, banging against Jackson's chest with clenched fists and practically weeping with joy. Surprisingly within only ten or fifteen seconds Angela slid back in the seat and detached herself from Jackson, left kneeling on the floor with a rock hard cock bouncing in his groin Jackson looked up at Angela with what could only be described as pleading eyes

"That'll be all Jackson"

As she adjusted her clothing and climbed back into her panties, Jackson meanwhile tried hard to stuff his hardon back into his trousers and manoeuvre himself out of the car..

Angela sat up and looked me straight in the eye as if waiting for some judgement on her behaviour.

"You horny old tart" surprisingly without even smiling.

For a moment her expression remained stern and questioning until finally she burst out laughing, hugged me and then grasped both cheeks and kissed me full on the mouth.

Once Jackson had organised himself he drove us out of the car park and headed towards Submissions.

In an area of the city that was largely commercial we pulled up outside a very unassuming darkened front entrance, only a small brass sign engraved in copperplate with the name "Submissions" revealed we had arrived.

"Can't wait to try on my new outfit" she said excitedly "Hope it's finished"

As we approached the door opened from inside to reveal muscle bound, no necked, bald headed doorman in a DJ and dickie bow.

"Afternoon Mistress Angela" he beamed at us

"Where is Marcus? – is my outfit ready? – go and get him"

"Of course Mistress Angela " as he scuttled of down the dark corridor.

Moments later we were joined by a rather effeminate looking forty something wearing a navy blue velvet jacket and 70's style shirt with the cuffs folded over the outside of the jacket sleeves.

"Well Marcus – have you finished my piece d'resistance"

"I have indeed Mistress Angela – come with me"

We followed him into his workshop where the most bizarre collection of materials and outfits hung on racks, the smell of rubber and leather and glue was almost overwhelming and the flashes of silver and gold and sparkling sequins was kaleidoscope like.

"Here we are " he said lifting a bundle of leather and chains from the bench and holding it up to us triumphantly.

Keywords: Upstream, 05, Paddling, Ch.,