The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 19) - A Photo Of Laura - Sex Stories

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 19) - A Photo Of Laura

Chapter 19 A PHOTO OF LAURA It was Monday and nothing felt real to Laura. Her tits felt strange and wrong without the painful chains on them. She had prostituted her girlfriend, had her girlfriend raped, and implied she would let it happen again. She had masturbated while she watched her best male friend hurt and violate her lover and taken his dick in her mouth afterwards. And now she was going to go to her boss' office and strip naked for his pleasure. She couldn't believe she had made this deal - given up her right to wear clothes in her morning counselling sessions for the privilege - PRIVILEGE - of getting to suck his cock so he wouldn't ejaculate on her face. And only once - he could still bathe her in sperm again today. What kind of slut had she become? When Laura arrived at the Department of Families, she was relieved to see there were blessedly few people at work so early. She hurried straight to Alistair's office - where she noted the concealing blinds were already closed - stepped inside, and closed the door behind her. She stopped in horror, though, when she saw Alistair, sitting at his desk, looking at his computer screen and smiling. The whole screen was taken up by a single image - an enlarged close-up photo of a woman's shaved, wet cunt. "Oh hi, Laura," Alistair said pleasantly. His hand was idly massaging the crotch of his pants. "I don't know if you recognise your own twat, but this is from one of thd pictures I took the other day while you were slutting ...

... off and begging to suck my cock." Laura remembered the pictures being taken at the time. She hadn't cared much at the time, but now wished she had. "What... what is it for?" she asked, her throst dry. She sensed she wouldn't like the answer. "It's for being fucked by cocks!" laughed Alistair. "Oh, you mean the photo? I just printed it to the office printer. Go collect it, would you? And laminate it, too." Face blushing a furious red, Laura turned and ran from the office. Everyone in her workgroup used that printer. Had they seen it? What would they think of Laura's pussy being printed out in colour in full view of everyone? Would they recognise it? Or - somehow worse - would they just assume it was hers based on her recent behaviour? Laura was in luck. The shining full colour photo of her fuckhole rested in the print tray face-up, but no one was around. She snatched it up and clutched it against her ample chest, concealing it from view. The laminator was similarly abandoned. Laura hunched over it as she fed the image of her pussy through it to seal the image in plastic. She prayed that no one would come over and ask what she was doing. She couldn't believe she was doing this, using public office equipment to properly present a photo of her aroused pussy. When the she finally had the glossy image of her vagina laminated, she ran back to Alistair's office with it and once again closed the door. "Here," she said, offering Alistair the picture of her wet cunt "Clothes off first," ...