Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2 - Sex Stories

Guyver – Second Chance – Part 2

... pubic mound, and trailing up to her tummy. When she looked, even her titties had shiny cum trails dried on them, the hard nipples being completely coated, and she could taste it on her lips. Lifting her hand up to her face, Joyce slipped the sticky fingers into her mouth, sensually sucking them clean of every trace of her girl cum. “Wow!” Joyce said, when her hand was clean, “that must have been some wet dream I had last night.” She thought she heard Div answer, “24 wet dreams”, the sound becoming garbled, but she was sure she’d heard something, but maybe she imagined it. “All this sex and bondage is affecting my mind.” she said to herself, again hearing Div agreeing with her. “Earphones on!” she commanded, “Div, was that your voice just then?” Div replied through the earphones, “Yes Joyce, that was me using the sub dermal com unit. You’re just not very receptive to it. Listen carefully, as if I’m stood behind you, whispering in your ear.” The earphones withdrew, and Div’s voice came faintly from behind her ears, “Sometimes it’s useful to communicate more discretely, without a visible device. I have increased the power slightly, so try to respond sub vocally, as if you were reading to yourself, without moving your lips.” “Is this what you mean?” Joyce responded, “Can you hear me?” “Didn’t your Mom tell you not to eat with your mouth full?” Joyce heard, with that tone he used when he was trying to be funny. “Focus on your diction, as if you didn’t want the woman in front to ...

... know you thought her skirt was too short for someone her age.” Joyce recalled the event in question, “Well it was. When she picked up her bags I could see her panties, as could the guy in reception.” “Much better, my dear,” he complimented her; “you need to practice this so you don’t go around talking to yourself, like you have this week. You can get away with it round here, but you’ll get some funny looks in the Mall.” Turning on the reward system, he stimulated Joyce’s nipples and clitoris, till she was squirming on the bed, then tightened the restraints, and ramped her to climax. She was still trembling when he released her, and she staggered from the bed naked, reaching for the chamber pot to relieve herself, holding it between her legs rather than sitting on it. Div told her to look in the dresser mirror, where he was projecting an image of her crouching slightly, merging it with a scene of six men watching, looking straight at her. “Spread your legs wider, young lady,” a voice came from behind her, “these gentlemen want to see you pee in the pot. Pull your slit apart so they can see the stream as it comes out.” Obediently she parted her labia, feeling the humiliation of peeing in public, her clit rising in response as these strangers watched to the last drop, and then they all disappeared as she put the pretty chamber pot down, to be emptied later. Pouring water from the jug into the wash bowl, Joyce complained she hated having a cold wash, so Div told her to watch as he ...