The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01 - Sex Stories

The Worst Day(s) of My Life: Day 01

... felt the awkward slickness of the restroom floor.

"Okay, now put your hands behind your head and spread your legs apart." Ivy demanded.

"But-" Sylvia cut herself off. There was no point in arguing, not in her position.

She did as she was ordered, exposing herself to the other girl. Trying to stop herself from shaking.

"Alright, just hold still." Ivy said as she knelt on the ground.

Sylvia thought back to earlier that afternoon, when she was forced to kneel on the ground naked and kiss Ivy on the stomach. She wondered if the girl was about to pay back the favor, or if she was going to go even further.

There was a clicking noise as the cap to a marker was removed, followed by a rough hand squeezing her inner thigh - the thumb up right, nearly inside of her, while the two longer fingers grazed the bottom of her buttock.

She felt the cold tip of the marker press against the outside of her womb, the thin point dragging along her skin. She closed her eyes, trying to breathe calmly but hyperventilating anyway. She could feel a warm tingling in her nipples as they started hardening involuntarily at the sensation.

Ivy adjusted her grip, adjusting her hands as Sylvia felt her warm fingers sliding around down there. She felt the same warmth growing lower, each stroke of the marker continuing on well past the actual point it was marking as her womb rumbled each time. Something came out of her.

"Don't get too excited," Ivy said in a sultry voice "I'm about to ...

... finish."

Sylvia could feel one last stroke, final in how the sweeping motion was made against her skin. The sensation inside of her remained after the marker was already recapped and put away and Sylvia could barely bring herself to look down to see what it was that was written on her.

PROPERTY OF IVY

In bold, black letters spanning one hip to the other. The text had a crude, unfeminine quality to it save for an added detail of a heart next to Ivy's name.

"There we go." Ivy stood up. "Next time you think about reporting me or running away, remember this text. Oh, and your little 'gift' on my fingers is much appreciated."

Ivy held up a hand to Sylvia's face. A small speck of a sticky fluid hung between the girl's pointer and middle fingers. She could see the smiling goth through the fluid and felt her face flush with shame.

Ivy picked up the pants from the ground and tossed them over. Sylvia clumsily failed to catch them, swatting the garment onto the ground before she bent down to pick it up. Even with nobody behind her, she still felt awkwardly exposed as she grabbed the garment.

Her legs went into the article one at a time and she was able to pull it up in a swift, clean motion. But when she got the pants to a comfortable position, realized that the text "PROPERTY OF" still stuck out above the waistline.

She tried to pull the pants further up, giving her an even greater wedgie than she had had coming down here and only managing to cover up most of the ...