For the second time her delicate fingers lifted and pressed the bell as she shivered and dripped. She could hear laughter somewhere inside, and was tempted by the notion that he was watching her, amused by her shame and her discomfort in the pouring rain.
Suddenly the light poured out, coating her pale bedraggled form in the warmth and comfort that was to be had within. It was not warm out there on the edge of the porch but the imagery from within made her shiver harder as she stood there. She was soaked right through to her stockings and the brief white panties that she wore.
The pucker of her large jutting nipples pressed right through the satin bra she wore and the thin summer dress that was completely unsuitable for the early winter months. But her family, well her uncle, was poor and she had to make do with what he could afford.
“Lily isn't it?”, he smiled but it didn't meet his eyes, they were quite hard and they rode down her body almost unpeeling the wet clothing that clung to her skin and outlined her firm, gently curved figure and the swell of her breasts.
“Yes Mr Carter, Jim’s niece, I was wondering if you could spare me some time, I need to talk to you about my uncle's situation, please?”
It was that last word, the please and the note of quavering desperation in her voice that gained her entrance, she felt. She stepped into the golden glow of light as he stepped away from the door and gestured, following as he led the way through the hall to his study to the rear of the staircase. There was a fire inside, not a real fire, a logs crackling one but one of those expensive gas affairs that looked like the real thing.
Lily shivered again and her teeth began chattering as he sat in the large leather chair beside the desk and looked at her. He was an older man, in his early fifties, in good condition, large, strong. His hair was balding and what little remained was close shaved. His face was weathered, craggy and worn lines grooved down like a map on his leathery skin.
“Take off your wet things.” Another smile was given, almost feline in its quality.
“Do you have a robe of something I could put on?” she asked, expecting to be directed to the bathroom.
“No I don't, but take off your wet things .. now.”
“I came here to..”
“I know why you came here, you came to beg your uncle off his debts to me and the company.”
“Yes, I mean, I wanted to talk to you about how I might be able to help. I could work for you, I'd do anything…” she trailed off, and watched the corners of his lips curve into a slight smile.
“Oh you'll do plenty,” he leaned back in his chair and began to unfasten his pants, she could see the bulge of his hardening cock outlined against the cloth. “More importantly, you'll do exactly what I want, when I want.”
“Yes Mr Carter,” her face flamed with her shame.
“And let's be clear, you are here of your own free will?”
“Yes.”
“You want to be here, you want to do what I tell you to?”
“Yes, of course.”
Lily reached shaking hands to the buttons on the front of her dress and unfastened them, peeling the wet cloth from her body and letting it fall to pool at her feet with a wet splat as it hit the wooden floor. She leaned down while his eyes watched her and slowly peeled off her soaked stockings. She hesitated as she reached behind her and unfastened her bra, lifting her eyes she stared for a moment as her watched her, his cock erect and free from his pants was rocked lightly in the fist of one hand.
“Please,” she whispered, longing for her humiliation to end but she knew he wasn't going to be satisfied with stripping, she knew she had no choice but to do what he wanted, everything he wanted.
Even as she moaned out the word she popped her bra free, freeing the gentle swell of her tiny titties, her nipples tight, as erect as his penis, cold, wet and perhaps a little aroused. No! She was repulsed, she was not aroused by this, this abuse and use of her like she was some sort of whore.
He licked his lips and beckoned her closer as her fingers began to push down her panties. She paused and stepped to him, standing between his spread thighs. He leaned forward, his mouth closing on one nipple and he suckled it, she felt her pussy flood with wet and was disgusted with herself. She was so very ashamed of her body’s wanton reaction and what she must do to help her uncle.