The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 13) - A Good Investment - Sex Stories

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 13) - A Good Investment

... she didn't know if she was allowed to. She didn't have permission to cum. What about washing her face? Alistair hadn't told her she wasn't allowed to wash pussy juice off her. But if she came back to her desk with a clean face he would think she had washed the cum off. But she couldn't go out with her face wet and cunty. Laura decided she would have to clean herself up as best she could with her hands. She wiped her hands across her face and then licked them clean, tasting Candy's cunt once again as she did so. When she had wiped up as much wetness as she could, she massaged the rest in, rubbing Candy's fuckhoney into her skin. On the way out of the bathroom, Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a whore. Her face didn't look bad - more like she had been crying than that she'd just had it used as a sex toy. But her pink hair was in disarray from where Candy had pulled on it. Her visible cleavage was shiny with dried sperm, and her braless tits were mostly visible through the fabric of her white blouse, with the erect nipples poking obviously against the fabric. Her skirt covered her bare cunt, but there were visible streaks down her inner things where the juices from her horny twat had dripped down her legs. Laura walked back to her desk in humiliation, realising how disgusting she looked. As she sat there at her desk, her mind too sex-addled to work, she was aware of people whispering around her, pointing. She thought one person walking past maybe took a ...

... photo of her with his phone. Laura couldn't go home, she couldn't bring herself to think about and process the humiliation, so her mind did something new - it went away. She stopped thinking about where she was, and who was looking at her, and how awful her day and her life was. She just thought about her cunt. She thought about putting things in her pussy. She thought about licking girls' cunts. She thought about having big plastic cocks in her mouth and having them spurt sperm onto her tongue. And every two hours she got up and went to the bathroom and stuck the dildo in her mouth and masturbated for five minutes. She completely tuned out to the day of work. Her only concession to her location was a little bit of her mind that had enough sense to stop her openly masturbating at her desk. But she still sat there in her chair, staring at nothing on her screen, her eyes glazed over, with her pussy drooling non-stop. A wet spot quickly developed on the back of her skirt, and then a damp patch on her office chair. She had to get up several times to get water from the water cooler to replace the fluids her sweaty, horny body was dedicating to making her ready to be fucked. In the afternoon Alistair called her into his office again. Laura followed him into his office, let him close the door behind them, sat in the spare chair, and almost without thinking started to raise up her skirt to show him her pussy. Alistair slapped at her hands. "Put that away," he snarled. "I haven't closed ...