Torturing Erica made Laura feel a little bit better. She was amazed at how much she was enjoying this new relationship where she degraded and dominated Erica so thoroughly. She still loved Erica but it was like something inside her had always wanted to rape and humiliate women, and it was now rising to the surface. Laura had experienced more satisfying orgasms in the last few weeks than she’d had in the entirety of her life up to that point.
Laura took her pills before leaving the house, and by the time Erica dropped her off at work Laura’s pussy was drooling. There was no need for her to masturbate in the alley to get ready for Alistair like she had done yesterday, but Laura did it anyway, grateful for the chance to touch her engorged vulva. It felt wonderful to stick her fingers into her twat and bring them out coated with slut-nectar. Remembering her “homework”, she took the dildo she had been given out of her purse, and slipped it into her mouth. The feeling of having a hard phallus inside her mouth made the masturbation feel even better. She pumped her hand in and out of her cunt for five blissful minutes, and then reluctantly withdrew it, put the dildo away, licked her hand clean, and went inside.
Alistair was pleased to see her, and even more pleased to see her so visibly aroused. Laura’s face was flushed and her nipples strained, hard and erect, at the fabric of her blouse. When he closed the door and shut the blinds, Laura needed barely any prompting to pull off her panties and give them to him, and then extract her large tits from her bra and display them for him.
“You look like a slut this morning, Laura,” Alistair said. Laura only blushed.
Alistair looked her up and down. “I think you look like so much of a slut that you’re probably going to make me cum again. You can leave your clothes on if you want, but if you want to take them off so you don’t get cum on them, I won’t object.”
To Laura’s cunt-addled mind, this seemed like a fine idea. She stood, and removed her skirt, shirt, and blouse, ending up nude except for her high heels. Alistair told her to stand like that, her legs slightly spread, cupping her tits with her hands, and she did, while he used his phone to photograph her.
Then she sat in the chair opposite Alistair, with her legs spread, and he got his cock out of his pants. He told her the game would be the same as yesterday – she was to talk while he fingered her pussy and stroked his cock. He would warn her when he was about to cum, and she could attempt to get her lips around his dick before he spunked all over her face. The topic today would be, “Parts of Laura that Alistair could ejaculate on or in.”
Laura had learned from yesterday that a mere list wouldn’t last until Alistair could orgasm. As she felt his fingers probing her pussy, delightfully pushing into her twat and teasing her fuckhole and clitoris, she started her speech.
“You could cum in my pussy. You could push your dick up into my vagina and pump my womb full of hot, sticky sperm, and get me pregnant, and then watch as your semen dripped out of my twat and ran down my legs. You could force your dick into my anus and cum up into my rectum. You could cum all over my feet and get your sticky sperm between my toes. You could cum on my tits, and decorate by big melons with sperm, and watch it drip from my nipples. You could fuck my mouth and cum all over my tongue and down my throat, fill up my belly with your man-juice.”
Alistair was already breathing hard and furiously pumping his cock. Laura thought it wouldn’t take much to bring him to orgasm. Then she suddenly felt her own pussy twitch and spasm as she herself came; she stopped talking to moan sluttily and buck her hips against Alistair’s hand. When she regained control of herself, she looked at Alistair. Wasn’t the game supposed to stop if Laura came?
“Keep going,” growled Alistair, pinching Laura’s clitoris. Laura squeaked, and continued talking.
“You could cum on my pretty face,” she said. “Spread spunk all over my lips and nose and get it in my eyes. You could spurt your sticky goo into my hair.” She paused. She was running out of body parts. “You could cum in my panties,” she ventured, “and then make me wear them, feeling your sperm squelching against my twat all day. You could cum in the cups of my bra and then have me put it on, squishing the sperm against my boobs. You could cum in my purse, all over my phone and wallet so that everything I have is bathed in your sperm.” She thought again. “I could take you home and let you fuck Erica, watching as you pump load after load of jism into her pussy….”
“Now, Laura!” said Alistair.
Laura scrambled from her seat, trying to get her mouth over Alistair’s cock. She was eager to feel his dick in her mouth, to drink his cum. But this time she wasn’t fast enough. It began twitching when she was only halfway to her knees, spurting its white fluid, and she felt the hot sperm splatter first over her tits, and then onto her face. She got it in her mouth before the third spurt of fluid, and gratefully felt the semen wash over her tongue instead of getting on her skin.
She knelt there naked in front of her boss, sucking on his dick, until she judged that there was no more jism remaining. At some point his hands descended to stroke Laura’s hair and pull her closer to his cock; Laura felt unreasonably happy when they did. She lowered her hand to her pussy and manipulated herself to another orgasm as she waited for Alistair’s penis to soften in her mouth.
“Good slut,” cooed Alistair as he stroked her hair. “Good little lesbian slut.”
Afterward, when Alistair had pulled his dick from her mouth and tucked it back into her pants, Laura became aware of the sperm on her face and tits. It wasn’t a lot, all told, but it was wet and slimy.
“I should wash this off,” Laura said self-consciously. “Can I have some tissues?”
“No,” said Alistair coldly. “It looks good on you. Just rub it in.”
Laura sat there awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
“Do I have to fire you, Laura?” said Alistair. “I have work to get on with. Rub the sperm into your skin, then get dressed.”
Reluctantly, Laura put her hands on her tits and began to massage the goo into her melons. It was sticky and slimy, and the best she could do was distribute the puddle of jism out across her tits, leaving her funbags covered in a shiny wet sticky sheen. She repeated the process on her face; she cheated a little by pushing some of it into her mouth and swallowing, but there was still enough to leave an obvious sticky smear on her lips and cheeks when she was done.
The worst part was looking down at her sticky sperm-covered tits and thinking, briefly, to herself: they look better like this. They look right.
Chapter 13
A GOOD INVESTMENT
After rubbing the sperm into her face and breasts, Laura dressed. Alistair decided to keep her bra as well today, so Laura was left entirely without underwear. There was no mirror to look in but Laura felt she must look like a disgusting whore, with her face smeared with cum and her tits semi-visible through the loose white fabric of her blouse.
Sitting at her desk, Laura felt like everyone must be staring at her. Candy certainly was, the big-titted girl casting her disgusted glances. Maybe Geoff was too. She could still smell cum, and she knew she was smelling what she had just rubbed into her tits and face. Her pussy was still distractingly wet and it was impossible to concentrate on work. She just stared at her inbox and tried to pretend that she was working until she realized it was time for her to go to the restroom and suck on her dildo.
She stumbled from her desk to the toilets and locked herself in a stall. Almost without thinking she took off her blouse and skirt to sit naked on the toilet, her hand immediately diving to her cunt to gratefully stroke it. She looked down at her shiny cum-smeared tits in dismay. Alistair had told her not to wash them off, and anyway Laura was not prepared to stand at a sink washing her tits where anyone might come in and see her. But maybe… Laura lifted her large breast toward her mouth, and was able to bring it up far enough that she could just stretch her tongue out to lick some of the flesh near the nipple. It tasted like cum; it tasted delicious. Laura eagerly suck as much dried cum as she could off her left tit, and then did the same with the right. Most of her boobs were still smeared in dried sperm but it was a little better. She just wished she could lick up the rest.
Sighing, she took the dildo out of her purse and put it in her mouth, then settled back on the toilet with her legs spread to suck on the dildo and finger her twat for a blissful five minutes. She didn’t cum – she honestly wasn’t sure if she was allowed to, the clinic hadn’t been clear – and so she eventually staggered out of the toilet stall, dressed once more, even hornier than when she had started.
She didn’t get far. There was someone else in the restroom – Candy. The buxom bimbo was standing just outside Laura’s stall, and as Laura emerged, Candy pushed her back in, until both girls were in the toilet stall. Candy locked the door behind them.
“What…” asked Laura, but Candy slapped a hand over Laura’s mouth.
“Listen, you little slut,” Candy hissed. “Everyone at work knows that you’re a liar and a slut now, who comes on to people and then lies about them doing things to her.” Candy was pressed up against Laura; Laura could feel the girl’s big fake tits pressing against Laura’s own.
“So you’re going to do something for me. I’m not a disgusting lesbian like you but I’ve always wondered what it’s like to.. you know, have a girl. So you’re going to get down between my legs and do your disgusting lesbian thing, and if you say anything to anyone, no one will believe you.”
Candy put her hands-on Laura’s head and pushed her downwards; helpless, Laura sank to her knees in front of Candy. Candy reached under her skirt and pulled down a pair of white satin panties. She let them drop to her high-heeled feet and stepped out of them. Laura could see straight up Candy’s skirt to her shaved, naked pussy. It was so symmetrical Laura wondered if Candy had had surgery on it, just like her fake tits.
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