Lady In The House Ch. 11

Suddenly he writhed and groaned and streams of hot semen shot out from his throbbing member. The sticky ropes spattered all over Charlotte's black velvet glove, the semen glistened in the overhead lights of the corridor. A few globs of creamy white spunk splattered on her red satin mini and ran down her legs, staining her black nylons and pooled on the toe of her high-heel.

Charlotte howled and pushed him away, the punter laughed at her plight as he stuffed his still turgid penis back inside his jeans.

"You fucking arsehole; you just come all over my favourite skirt and sheers," she chided, but she obviously not seriously concerned.

"You heard Steve! The customer's always right; you wait until I get you back in your cell you fat cow, I've got plenty more where that came from," he teased and Carmel reached up and kissed him passionately.

Steve had grown tired of paddling my arse and the disturbance outside the bars of my cell was the excuse he needed to stop punishing me.

"Ok you whores; you've seen what Michele got for not looking after her customer right, so you better make sure you all do, unless you want some of the same," he yelled at the transvestite hookers.

"Now fuck off back to your work rooms and start earning some fucking money!" he finished, and the small crowd slowly disbursed.

Charlotte turned on her heels to leave and her punter stuck his hand under her skirt and nuzzled at her neck; she chuckled as he muffled an obscenity in her ear.

I saw all this through tear-streaked eyes, the pain in my buttocks burning and throbbing but slowly starting to subside. I was more humiliated than physically hurt. I remained bent over Steve's lap with my skirt rucked up, the toes of my high heels just touching the floor.

"Carmel, get that fucking whingeing punter back in here! And close those fucking curtains," Steve growled.

I turned my head to see Carmel's shapely arse in her tight pencil skirt wriggle over to the door, her long nylon encased legs ending in her high-heels which clattered on the cell floor. Carmel mumbled something to someone in the corridor and when Brendan slowly walked into my cell, she pulled the curtains closed.