“Hurry up,” hissed Candy, and pulled on Laura’s hair, urging Laura’s face towards Candy’s cunt.
Laura realized she was about to be raped by a female co-worker. She was going to be made to eat out a pussy with no concern whether she consented. This should be traumatic. Laura should scream or cry out or at least be horrified. But it was just a cunt; and a pretty one at that. And Laura was so horny…
She opened her mouth and began to lick at Candy’s pussy. Candy sighed happily, and spread her legs a little wider.
Surprisingly, Candy’s cunt tasted of strawberries. Laura realized Candy must have applied a flavored oil to her twat. She wondered if it was a special preparation for this encounter, or whether Candy went around with her pussy flavored as a matter of routine. She liked the idea and made a mental note to get Erica to start flavoring her vulva this way.
Laura licked at Candy’s pussy, sucking on her labia, flicking Candy’s clit with her tongue, and pushing her tongue deep into Candy’s fuckhole. The blonde bimbo ground her groin against Laura’s face, and bit on her thumb to keep from moaning and crying out as Laura pleasured her beaver. Laura reached under her own skirt and played with her pussy as she licked, but in a surprisingly short amount of time Candy orgasmed, bucking her crotch so hard into Laura’s face that it hurt. Laura kept obediently licking until Candy’s orgasm had finished. When it was done, Candy looked down at Laura with sudden disgust in her eyes. She grabbed Laura’s hair and rubbed Laura’s face back and forth against her pussy, deliberately getting cunt juices all over Laura’s cheeks, forehead and ears. Then she pushed Laura away hard.
“What have I told you about trying to seduce straight girls?” Candy hissed. “You are so gross.” And then without warning she used her high-heeled foot to kick Laura hard in the groin. Laura yelped, her cunt suddenly in agony. She felt tears come to her eyes.
Candy hurriedly picked up her panties and pulled them back on, and then stepped cautiously out of the stall, looking to see if anyone was watching. When nobody was, she hurried away back to her desk.
Laura just knelt there for a moment, holding back tears. She had been raped or molested by two different coworkers today. Her cunt was dripping despite being painful and bruised. Her tits smelt like dried cum and her face was coated in a girl’s slut nectar. And the worse part was she wanted to cum. She wanted to play with her pussy until she orgasmed. But she didn’t know if she was allowed to. She didn’t have permission to cum.
What about washing her face? Alistair hadn’t told her she wasn’t allowed to wash pussy juice off her. But if she came back to her desk with a clean face he would think she had washed the cum off. But she couldn’t go out with her face wet and cunty.
Laura decided she would have to clean herself up as best she could with her hands. She wiped her hands across her face and then licked them clean, tasting Candy’s cunt once again as she did so. When she had wiped up as much wetness as she could, she massaged the rest in, rubbing Candy’s fuckhoney into her skin.
On the way out of the bathroom, Laura looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a whore. Her face didn’t look bad – more like she had been crying than that she’d just had it used as a sex toy. But her pink hair was in disarray from where Candy had pulled on it. Her visible cleavage was shiny with dried sperm, and her braless tits were mostly visible through the fabric of her white blouse, with the erect nipples poking obviously against the fabric. Her skirt covered her bare cunt, but there were visible streaks down her inner things where the juices from her horny twat had dripped down her legs.
Laura walked back to her desk in humiliation, realizing how disgusting she looked. As she sat there at her desk, her mind too sex-addled to work, she was aware of people whispering around her, pointing. She thought one person walking past maybe took a photo of her with his phone. Laura couldn’t go home, she couldn’t bring herself to think about and process the humiliation, so her mind did something new – it went away. She stopped thinking about where she was, and who was looking at her, and how awful her day and her life was. She just thought about her cunt. She thought about putting things in her pussy. She thought about licking girls’ cunts. She thought about having big plastic cocks in her mouth and having them spurt sperm onto her tongue.
And every two hours she got up and went to the bathroom and stuck the dildo in her mouth and masturbated for five minutes.
She completely tuned out to the day of work. Her only concession to her location was a little bit of her mind that had enough sense to stop her openly masturbating at her desk. But she still sat there in her chair, staring at nothing on her screen, her eyes glazed over, with her pussy drooling non-stop. A wet spot quickly developed on the back of her skirt, and then a damp patch on her office chair. She had to get up several times to get water from the water cooler to replace the fluids her sweaty, horny body was dedicating to making her ready to be fucked.
In the afternoon Alistair called her into his office again. Laura followed him into his office, let him close the door behind them, sat in the spare chair, and almost without thinking started to raise up her skirt to show him her pussy.
Alistair slapped at her hands. “Put that away,” he snarled. “I haven’t closed the blinds.”
Laura looked at the office window in panic and realized that the entire office floor could see in and she had almost shown off her pussy to them.
“Laura,” said Alistair, “I like the way you look today but it’s too much. I can’t keep you employed here if you look like this much of a fuckdoll. I don’t even know what’s wrong with you today but you smell like cunt and you’re so out of it that you’re practically drooling. And basically everyone can see your breasts.”
Laura blushed and crossed her arms self-consciously over her chest.
“What’s your damage?” Alistair continued. “Are you on drugs?”
“No,” said Laura helplessly. “I…”
“You need to be more like Candy,” said Alistair. “Look at her. She looks totally fuckable every single day, but she also looks appropriate for work. You can tell she’s ready to whip out her tits on a moment’s notice but she’s not just randomly flashing them around the office.”
“I’m sorry,” said Laura. She didn’t know what else to say.
“Look, I’m going to send you home early today, okay?” said Alistair. “Go home and clean up. And if you make me cum on your tits and face again tomorrow like you did today, you have no-one to blame but yourself. But you’re going to have to get better at dealing with it, and at least not look like some kind of slut zombie. I want to keep playing with your lesbian whore pussy every morning, but for that to happen you have to act like you’re vaguely employable, okay?”
“Okay,” said Laura. She felt awful. Even Alistair was telling her to look less slutty – and he liked her looking slutty. How degraded must she appear?
In a haze, Laura left the office and caught the bus home. For once, she was home before Erica. She took the opportunity to kneel in the bedroom and masturbate herself to a satisfying orgasm while sucking on her dildo. She no longer cared about whether the clinic wanted her to orgasm or not; she felt humiliated and vulnerable and horny and she needed the release.
Cumming helped; it cleared her mind a little. She was able to come to her senses enough to shower, washing the sperm and cunt juices off her face and tits. She washed her hair, and scrubbed out her pussy, and started to get ready for Michael, who she had arranged to come around that night in order to secure his “investment”.
Laura decided to dress in one of her anime princess dresses – white corset, low cleavage-cupping top, and long billowing white skirts. She decided to wear panties, to help control her still-wet pussy. Then, with considerable reluctance, she took another dose of her aphrodisiacs, fulfilling her deal with the clinic.
She was frankly terrified of taking the pills. With a slightly clearer head she was able to better appreciate how fucked up her day at work had been. Sucking Alistair’s dick? Spending the day with cum drying on her breasts? Being raped by Candy? Having her boobs visible through her top for everyone to see? If her coworkers didn’t think she was a total whore before, they did now. And if she’d been like that on her first dose, it was scary to think what she might do on a second dose, with the first not fully flushed out of her system yet. But she had no choice. She had to keep pleasing the Clinic to please her blackmailer, and the Clinic had only let her have the night off on the agreement she would stay dosed on the aphrodisiacs.
Laura spent some time tidying the house, and then prepared some snacks for the evening. Erica would do the actual cooking – she had always done most of the domestic chores around the house, and since the change in her relationship with Laura, Erica had basically been responsible for everything: Laura’s own personal house slave.
Nevertheless Laura had a desultory try at making a salad. Her efforts extended to throwing some lettuce into a bowl, chopping up a cucumber, and then drizzling salad dressing over it all. By the time she was done, the aphrodisiac was taking hold and Laura’s pussy was demanding attention. She tried to ignore it; but then her eye fell on a second cucumber, and before she could really think about it Laura found that she was pulling her panties aside and pushing the cucumber into her fucktunnel.
It felt good in there – it fit nicely, distending her vaginal walls just enough to be pleasantly uncomfortable – so she left it inside her, letting her panties hold it in place. It felt nice to walk around with a cold, squishy vegetable jammed in her twat, she found. It wasn’t the sort of thing she would normally do around the house – it was incredibly slutty – but if this was all it took to satisfy the drugs in her system she thought it was a good trade.
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