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

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

... replied Alistair, refusing to touch it. Sighing, Laura put the picture on his desk and undressed, as unsexily as she could manage, then sat in the chair opposite him and spread her legs to show her twat. As usual, Alistair confiscated her bra and panties, and then stared at Laura's groin in a way that was designed to make Laura feel ashamed. The way he looked made her feel like her beaver was ugly and slutty and dirty. When Alistair saw Laura blushing, and wanting to close her legs, he said, "Good slut." "What is the picture for?" asked Laura. "Masturbate while you tslk to me, there's a good slut," replied Alistair. He waited until Laura began to reluctantly massage her fuckhole, and then went on. "Good little bitch. And now that you ask, I don't know what the picture is for. I don't know what would compel you to laminate a picture of your beaver and give it to me. It's disgusting. This is exactly the kind of behaviour you need counselling for, Laura. Stuff like this and begging to suck my dick last week. Honestly, you're getting quite a reputation as the office slut and it's only thanks to me you're still employed." Laura knew if she was on her pills this might have confused her, made her think this was her fault. As it was, she stayed silent and slid her fingers in and out of her cunt. Alistair didn't even have his cock out yet and if Laura could cum first he woukdn't get to ejaculate on her. It was hard to get wet and orgasm in front of a man she hated, especially ...

... without her pills, but it got easier every day. Alistair saw what she was doing and unzipped his pants. He motioned for Laura to come kneel in front of him. She obeyed. He said, "Take the picture, kitten. I want you to lick it while you finger your twat. Show me what a lezbo you are." Laura looked at the picture. It was definitely her cunt. Her legs were spread and her labia engorged and the sticky slime of her arousal was smeared everywhere. It looked obscene and whorish. This wasn't the vagina of a lady - this was the cunt of a slut. She brought it to her lips and licked at it tentatively. It tasted like plastic laminate, nothing more. Alistair saw her expression. "Well, of course it tastes wrong. Wipe it against your cooze and give it some flavour." Laura obeyed, wiping it against her now-wet pussy and then bringing it back to her lips. The photo of her twat now tasted realistically like wet slutty pussy Alistair said, "Good kitten. Keep licking while you diddle your snatch, there's a good lezbo. And keep it wet and tasty - wipe more of your cunt slime onto it if you need to." He watched as Laura settled into a rhythm of tongueing the picture and pleasuring her fucknest, and then went on. "Now, I don't know why you made this slutty thing, but if you throw it in the bin at work it will get found. You had best keep it in the drawer at your desk. And when you come to meetings I want you to bring it with you in whatever folder of documents you need. Don't take it outside of work - ...