Chapter 11: Phil

This wasn’t going at all as Karen had planned and in the absence of the long-time supervisor Terry, Karen realised she needed to gather her wits, and get the job done, give Phil his quick flash and then get the hell out of there with what remained of her modesty still intact.

A good plan perhaps, but one destined to fall apart the moment Phil used the keys to double lock the door behind them. Then turning toward Karen, it was an unsmiling Phil facing her. “Well?” Demanded the now stern face flinty-eyed youth Karen assumed to be Phil Robinson. “I hope for your sake you haven’t forgotten our little chat in the Restaurant Karen”

“We have a stocktake to do first” replied Karen nervously but defiantly, determined she wouldn’t simply submit to this youth, first he had to prove to her who was the boss between them and if he even has it in him, although in truth, Karen was only too aware Phil more than had it in him do whatever he wished with her.

Karen’s silent question was answered by the youth glaring down at Karen with crossed arms.

“First we see if my beautiful bitch has been obedient and obeyed my instructions, for all I know those seams could be tights, so remove the coat, pull up your skirt and show me, Karen”

“Please Phil, you must realise I’m management and have a duty to put my work first ... then I’ll remove the coat and show you what I’m wearing..., I promise you”

Suddenly everything was falling apart for Karen, after all those wicked thoughts she’d enjoyed about how she’d use her mature busty body to leave Phil with a raging hard-on and nothing else as her return for his abuse of her last week had been shot to pieces and Karen was finding herself almost pleading with Phil ... although Phil wasn’t at all impressed.

“It’s your choice Karen, You either show me what’s under that coat or I rip the fucking thing off along with the rest of your clothes, and only then you can do that fucking stock check naked alongside me!”

With the coded key locked behind her which was now in his pocket and realising there was no Dave, Terry or anyone else coming to her rescue, all of Karen’s earlier resolve began to crumble and was soon asking herself why should it matter if she was to do the stocktake wearing the very same clothes she’d earlier worn before the eyes her boss Dave, even if far more of her breasts and legs would be on display to Phil.

So with a huge nervous sigh, Karen gradually unbuttoned and removed her warehouse coat before the hugely appreciative eyes of the young warehouse assistant.

“Why are you doing this to me” was all Karen could whisper, after reluctantly removing her warehouse coat, even though an immediate shiver went down Karen’s spine, along with a yet again annoying throbbing between her legs and through her nipples which seem to be growing harder by the second when hearing the reprimand from Phil.

“Because I can and because it’s what you need. Fuck, you really are some looker Karen, the best looking and sexiest bitch in this crummy store, that’s for sure, the sex on legs I saw in yesterday in that pub doesn’t even cut it ... dressed like that your old man obviously isn’t giving you what you need, so as for, as I care the jerk can sit jerking himself off watching me doing just that!”

Replied Phil to the then stunned and shaken Karen Taylor before adding

“But why did you wind me up like that Karen ... because I tell you now, you’ll be paying for that disobedience before leaving here” exclaimed Phil

“I’m sorry” whispered Karen in reply, only too aware her earlier resolve to stand up to Phil had crumbled to dust, for whether she was management or not, this youth Phil was in the process of dominating her both mentally and probably physically.

With Karen’s warehouse coat lying limply on a row of wine cases, ensuring he hid his overwhelming feelings of triumphant pleasure, Phil looked down upon the delicious view Karen was presenting to, in the knowledge all the trouble he’d gone to had paid off and would be well worthwhile, right now and in the future, just a few more steps more and with a little assistance and Karen Taylor would be his and all the time and effort he’d spent in ensuring he achieved this particular position in the store was now paying off.

“Wow, they look a great pair of tits Karen and I can see your nipples above your pushing against your blouse, it’s a great look, I love it, we should make that a permanent feature of your mode of dress”

Declared the now smiling Phil disarmingly, while staring at Karen’s large nipples above her black quarter-cup bra, of them thrusting against the thin material of her red satin blouse, leaving Karen to believe Phil was expecting an answer.

“Oh ... well ... you see ... when you told me to wear a black bra I had to borrow this quarter cup one from my daughter ... err she was wearing her own red one at the time”

“So you took it without your daughter’s knowledge Karen?”

“Yes ... I guess so” replied Karen a little nervily, wondering where Phil was going with his questions.

She didn’t have to wait long to find out.

“Well then, I think I’ll have to take a look at that special bra Karen, so remove that blouse for me”

“Please Phil ... I’ve already done all you asked of me” Replied Karen lamely, leaving Phil ever more certain he was on his way to controlling this beautiful mature married woman.

“That was after you’d already disobeyed me, Karen, so be a good girl and don’t make me have to punish you in here, we both know you want to remove that blouse just as much as I’m looking forward to you handing it to me ... the sooner we do what we have to, the sooner we get the stocktake finished.”

“Punish me... ‘In Here”? Where else is he thinking of doing so? ... the bastard is toying with me” realised Karen, only too aware her earlier resolve had by now crumbled to dust and that she was being swept along on a tide of sensual sexual anticipation, the like of which she’d rarely if ever experienced ... and this after her previous erotic confrontations with this incredibly confident dominant young man.

Even though every last vestige of common sense, of protecting her career, and her self-respect, let alone the betrayal of her husband, was telling Karen she should be telling a youth less than half her age to ‘go do one before she detached him from his balls’ Karen found she just couldn’t do so, that she simply couldn’t prevent this sexual tension and excitement from getting the better of her.

Eventually turning away from Phil, Karen’s fingers nervously took the first button of red her blouse, before an angry Phil was telling her.

“Oh no you don’t, Karen, turn round and look into my eyes!”

“Jeez Karen, you really are the most gorgeous bitch, why you’ve been wearing that old maid stuff I’ll never know, you must have the best tits this side of heaven”

Was Phil’s assertion of Karen’s upper body assets, when having made a herculean effort to continue staring into the eyes of her abuser, her trembling fingers gradually managed to release the remaining buttons of her blouse, before slowly removing the garment under the steely yet approving and very confident gaze of the young man, who appeared to be so casually and easily controlling her.

Although in fact, Karen’s fingers had also been trembling more in the hope that Phil would approve of her mature upper body, rather than out of any real fear toward him.

The same could be said when after a short hesitation, Karen found herself following Phil’s instructions she now remove the short skirt when slowly unzipping and eventually stepping from her short black skirt after Phil had told Karen there was little point in her not doing so, and so once again Karen’s eyes were looking toward those of Phil more in the hope of seeing approval in those hard grey eyes, rather than out of any real fear of him

Although initially, Phil said nothing when inspecting Karen’s mature yet beautiful body, adored now only in her black seam stockings and tiny black/red lacey thong, the strip of which lay deep within the cleft of her buttocks, along with its matching suspender belt and of course that little black/red quarter cup bra, leaving Karen’s large breasts and nipples standing proud and pointing directly toward Phil.

“Those beautiful nipples deserve the very best Gold Rings Karen” just one of Phil’s many comments of admiration that shook Karen to the core, along with the idea that another upon Karen’s labia would make a great sight, especially with a thin gold chain connecting all those gold rings

“Okay, Karen, now spread your legs and place your hands on your head, then slowly turn around so I can study every crack and crevice of that gorgeous body ... and yeah, hold that head high Karen, I want you to show me how proud you are to display your beautiful body to your new owner”!

Karen Taylor was by then only to aware her juices were by then flowing freely from her cunt lips, even though Phil hadn’t so much as laid a single finger on her, as with an ever increasingly throbbing in her cunt, the incredibly aroused blonde beauty found herself following Phil’s instructions.

Now almost without the slightest hesitation, Karen was placing her hands on her head in the realisation her breasts and nipples would look even better to the eyes of the teenager into whose web she was being drawn.

And so lifting her head high, Karen slowly turned her all but naked body away from Phil to complete her first of many slow circles, while all to aware his eyes would be burning into her Ass cheeks and that tiny strip of elastic dissecting them as she turned and displayed her shapely back to him.

“Hell that’s one great Ass Karen, you really are a rare beauty ... I’m just loving standing here watching my property and studying her body as she displays her beauty to me”

Phil told an ever more captivated Karen, increasingly caught up in the moment while marvelling at how Phil ... her owner? ... surely not in one so young ... was having her carry out the very same routine she’d performed in the toilet cubicle a week ... or was it a lifetime ago.

Then with Phil eventually ordering her to cease the slow rotation of her body and to stare into his then far gentler eyes. Phil finally touched Karen when no more than one single finger pushed aside her tiny thong before slipping between Karen’s Cunt lips.

To her credit, Karen did at least try.

“I love my husband ... I love my husband ... I love my husband ... I love my Family, I love Chloe...!!” Karen screamed inwardly to herself over and again, but to no avail, when moments later a seeming torrent of her juices began flooding from Karen’s cunt lips onto Phil’s waiting palm between her legs, as thoughts of John were replaced by her loud groaning.

“Oh my God ... Oh my God...” groaned Karen, whose only thoughts now were of wanting to see and take what must be this young man’s magnificent cock, to take it and taste it in her mouth, to feel it filling her cunt and Anus.

“Now link your hands together behind your neck Karen”

Having almost instantly followed Phil’s instruction, Karen was rewarded with by Phil with...”That’s my Good little Slave Slut”.

Words coming from a youth less than half her age which Karen would at any other time have found amusing and even laughable, but not here, not today, not right now ... when at that moment Karen’s feelings were more those of pride in herself that Phil was not only pleased with her but quite obviously saw her as a rare beauty, swelling Karen with feelings of grateful pride.

Standing with her arms behind her head actually caused her breasts to be thrust forward. This young man stepped close to where Karen stood taking in the smell of her perfume. His face close to her neck then walked behind Karen his eyes fixed on her practically naked body

“Such a fine shape from the back as well ... Just perfect. A good set of legs and a perfect shape on your backside especially when wearing such a skimpy thong between your butt cheeks”

He ran both hands down the back of the sides of her body, so gentle his touch felt just like a feather sliding down her body. She shivered at his touch then his hands touched both butt cheeks, his fingers floated into the depths of her skin, fingers exploring her curves then they slid down to the back of her naked thighs just about her stocking tops.

In the meantime apart from her clitoris twitching and throbbing and now her already erect nipples started to ache, it was an ache that needed to be dealt with, her nipples longed for this young man to move back to in front of her and use his fingers or even just to caress her breasts or even dare say to say it to take her nipples into his mouth.

What was she thinking about, this youth with his thuggish attitude had made her remove her clothes under his control and his instructions. Gone now was the confidence she had when in the ladies bathroom thinking that she was going to give this young lad a flash along with her own excitement she thought she had covered every angle but now she found her all but naked standing before this young Phil hoping he would take hold of her nipples. He stepped back in front of Karen grinning wickedly into her eyes

And so moments later it seemed the most natural thing in the world for Phil’s fingers to grip her nipples between his thick fingers and pinch and twist her nipples and then allow him to guide and help ease her body down until Karen’s almost naked body knelt before him. Karen’s face distorted with a sudden rush of pain running through her nipples and now with her face, only inches from the bulging groin of this powerful young man ... a vision Karen simply couldn’t take her eyes from.

Or indeed for Karen’s hands to remain behind her head, when cupping her chin in one of his hands and demanding that she look up at him, Phil had looked down into Karen’s by then very submissive eyes and asked

“Do you want it Karen”?

Or for without hesitation for Karen to reply

“Yes Sir” ... before moments later snaking out her tongue to first taste and claim her prize before her lips joined in and then Karen’s whole mouth was enveloping and claiming as much as it could Phil’s huge erect cock.

... Back in her office an hour later and once again dressed in the red blouse, black skirt and stockings, although minus her tiny thong, Karen tried for the umpteenth time to make sense of those amazing events in the warehouse alcohol store.

While unaware the remaining warehouse staff were under strict instructions to ‘loose themselves” from Terry, himself enjoying pleasures elsewhere, and to give the Wines & Spirits store a wide berth for the entire Morning, Karen had been nervy someone must surely enter the warehouse and there find an almost naked manager inside, although, for an unfathomable reason, Karen was finding herself trusting Phil to the extent he wouldn’t allow ‘His Property’ as he’d described her, to suffer such and indignity.