The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 16) - Topless Waitress - Sex Stories

The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 16) - Topless Waitress

... panties were down. She sat back down on the toilet and began raping her snatch with her fingers, trying to cum as quickly as possible so she could get back to work. Her mind filled with the image of the slut on the stage swallowing the man's cum, and she felt herself orgasming within minutes. The orgasm left her helpless and shaking for nearly a minute. When she had recovered, she licked her fingers clean, did her best to dry her pussy with toilet paper, and then took the chance to empty her bladder as well. Afterwards she realised she had no one to help her pull her panties back up. The only alternative was undesirable but inescapable - she let her panties fall the rest of the way down her legs, and then kicked them off, leaving them on the floor. It felt extra slutty to just leave her underwear lying there at the base of the toilet, but she wasn't allowed to touch it, so she had no choice. At least her brain chemistry was returning to normal - no longer overpowered by her need to orgasm. When she returned to the public areas, luckily Edgar didn't seem to notice she had been missing, and Laura returned to her work. Her skirt was short, but not too short, and she thought that most of the time no one would have a chance of seeing that she was now without panties. The exception was when she bent over for the customers though. After she told them a fact about her sexual kinks ("I enjoy the taste of pussy") and asked them if they liked her sex-balloons, there was no escaping ...

... the fact that bending forward to show them her fuckhandles gave anyone behind her a clear view up her skirt to her pouty, wet vagina. The first couple of times she did it, Laura reached back to reflexively tug her skirt down, which only drew attention to the situation. She heard wolf-whistles behind her, and blushed a furious red, knowing she'd just shown off her twat to strange men. The second time wasn't any better, or the third. Eventually Laura became numb to it, and resigned herself to the fact that her vulva was going to be on display every time she took an order. She focused on smiling delightedly at the customers as they complimented and occasionally squeezed her milkbags, and not instead bursting into tears at the constant humiliation of her life and the continual pain in her chained rapemelons. By the end of the night Laura was nevertheless getting wet again. Despite her humiliation, and despite having masturbated to orgasm once, the never-ending presence of naked titflesh wherever she looked was having a definite effect on her body. Laura wondered how she could possibly work this job on a regular basis - was she doomed to spend her time here in a permanent haze of horniness? At least tonight was almost over - Laura could take her sopping wet pussy home and force Erica to satisfy it. The bar was due to close at 2 am, and by the time that hour approached there were few men left in the club, and those who remained were roaring drunk. The last dancer of the night was ...