Chapter 12
RECEIVING CUM
When Laura got home, she found Erica kneeling naked and handcuffed in front of the front door. She must have been there a long time – Laura was later than normal. Laura wondered how many passers-by had seen her girlfriend waiting there with her tits on show while Laura had been enjoying orgasms at the Mayim Clinic. Ultimately, though, she didn’t care. She had some needs to take care of.
She helped Erica up and led her to the bedroom. Once there, she filled the strap-on with the fake sperm, fitted it to Erica, and got Erica to stand in the centre of the room. Then Laura undressed, and knelt before Erica, just like the girls in the Mayim Clinic’s conditioning tapes. She felt her pussy dripping already. She opened her mouth, and let Erica push the dildo between her lips, and then she started sucking on it happily while her hands slid between her legs to start stroking her twat.
Laura suckled blissfully on the plastic dick until it spurted its load of delicious semen into her mouth. She orgasmed as the sperm hit her tongue. Then she removed the dildo from Erica, pushed her lover down onto the bed, and sat on Erica’s face while Erica licked her cunt to a second orgasm. Erica received no attention to her own pussy; Laura wasn’t in the mood for making Erica happy, only for satisfying her own lusts.
After riding Erica’s tongue to a satisfying climax, the two girls climbed under the covers, cuddling, and fell asleep.
The next morning was Tuesday. Laura had remembered her new arrangement with Alistair, for early morning “counselling” and so she got Erica to drive her into work early. It would mean that Erica was sitting around at her own work early with nothing to do, but one of the benefits of her new relationship with her lover was that Laura didn’t have to care. “Go into the toilets and masturbate until it’s time to work, honey,” she said, kissing Erica on the lips as she got out of the car. She said it jokingly, but with an edge, and she knew that Erica would do exactly what Laura had told her to do.
After Erica left, Laura realised she was going to have to do much the same. Alistair had specified that he wanted to find her pussy wet when he saw it, so Laura was going to need to get it moist. She was worried that Alistair would corner her the second she entered the building, so she instead found a dirty, trash strewn alleyway behind the departmental building, leant up against one of its filthy walls, and dug her fingers into her panties, trying to arouse her pussy.
At first she couldn’t get her twat interested. She kept thinking of Alistair, and of how horrible her life was. But then she started to picture Amy from the clinic, naked and kneeling in front of her, and that helped. And from there, her mind went to the video from last night – all those sluts taking cocks into her mouth – and suddenly she found she was dripping wet and breathing heavily.
That was weird, she thought. From the blowjob video? Well, all those sluts HAD been pretty hot, with their tits out like that. Laura guessed she just had a thing for kneeling, naked girls. Anyway, she was ready, so she went inside and headed to Alistair’s office.
Alistair was waiting. His initial reaction when Laura walked in was disappointment. Laura didn’t understand why at first, and then realised she was wearing her normal work clothes again, instead of the sluttier getup from yesterday. She was grateful; she didn’t want to provoke Alistair any more than she had to.
Alistair closed the door behind her and drew the blinds over his window, and then motioned Laura to sit down. She did.
“Take your panties off and put them on my desk, and then show me your goods,” Alistair demanded casually as she too sat down.
Blushing, Laura pulled her panties out from under her bum, slid them down her legs, and placed the lacy pink garment on Alistair’s desk. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her large tits from out of her bra, and hiked up her skirt and spread her legs to show off her wet pink twat.
Alistair clearly liked what he saw. His face reddened, and the front of his pants tented. He slid forward to within reach of Laura. Tentatively, he reached out and stroked Laura’s left tit. Laura let him, even when he painfully pinched her nipple. He then groped and squeezed the other boob, before lowering his hands to Laura’s cunt.
She gasped as he suddenly slid a finger between her labia and up inside her wet snatch. How was this happening? A man’s finger was in her vagina. And she was letting it happen. Her face was scarlet with shame and humiliation. She sat, unmoving, as he slid the finger in and out of her twat, and then gasped again as he added a second finger, and began to intermittenly stroke her clitoris with his thumb.
“Your bitch lover’s name is Erica, right?” asked Alistair, as he masturbated Laura’s pussy. Laura nodded, beginning to breathe heavily again.
“I want you to tell me every erotic act you’ve ever performed with your bitch lover Erica,” said Alistair. He used his free hand to extract his cock from his pants. It was hard, and bulbous, with visible veins. It was uncircumised and there was a small amount of milky white liquid – pre-cum, Laura guessed – pooling at the tip. Alistair began to slowly stroke his cock as he played with Laura’s pussy.
“You’re going to keep talking and telling me things you’ve done with slutty little Erica until either I cum or you do,” Alistair said. “If you stop talking before one of us cums, you’re fired. If I cum, I’m going to aim my dick at your face and cum on it. I might get some in your clothes or hair. I’ll give you a warning, though, so if you don’t want cum on your face you can lean forward and take it in your mouth instead. If you don’t want to swallow my cum, I’d advise you to think real horny thoughts and orgasm quickly. Don’t even think about faking it; if I’m not convinced it’s real, you’re fired.”
This was awful. Was this going to be what it was like every day now? Laura was finding it hard to think with Alistair’s fingers in her twat. It wasn’t as bad as being on the pill, but her pussy was definitely interfering with her rational thought. She decided she had no real choice to play along.
“We’ve kissed,” Laura started. “We’ve tongue kissed. I’ve stroked all of her body. I’ve felt her tits and squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. I’ve stroked her ass and put my finger in her anus. I’ve rubbed her pussy and rubbed her clitoris and put my fingers in her pussy and fingerbanged her.”
Laura stopped for breath. Her pussy was feeling good but she was nowhere near an orgasm. She was going to run out of things she’d done with Erica long before either of them came at this rate. She decided to draw them out more.
“Um, I’ve sucked on her tits. I’ve taken her nipples into my mouth and nibbled and licked them and made Erica moan. I’ve licked and bit at her labia and licked her salty cunt juices off them. I’ve teased her clitoris with my tongue and sucked on it. I’ve pushed my tongue into her vagina and drank her cunt juices, and then licked up and down her pussy, back and forth over her clitoris to make her cum. I’ve masturbated her pussy with a long purple dildo while I kissed her and squeezed her tits. I’ve called her a slut and whore and made her beg me to let her cum. I’ve rubbed my cunt against her boobs, and against her cunt, and scissored with her, rubbing our pussies against each other until we orgasmed. I’ve made her lick my pussy and tongue-fuck my vagina and I’ve cum all over her face. I made her lick my anus once to see if I liked it. We 69 a lot, eating out each other’s cunts at the same time.”
Alistair was grunting and moaning now as he furiously pumped his cock. His fingers were pistoning in and out of Laura’s pussy now, completely ignoring her clitoris, which made it hard for Laura to cum. She wanted to reach down and finger her own clit but she didn’t want to be more of a slut in front of Alistair than she had to.
“I’ve pinched her clitoris and made her cry, ” Laura said. “I’ve made her kneel in handcuffs and lick my pussy. I’ve fucked her with a strap-on dildo and used her as my bitch. I’ve made her drink pig sperm….”
At this last one, Alistair moaned, and cried, “Now, Laura!”, and pulled his fingers out of her snatch. Laura was distracted for a moment, and didn’t realise what he meant, but then it came to her – he was about to cum. His dick was pointing right at her face. He was going to splatter her with semen, get it all over her clothes. Everyone would know what she’d done this morning.
Without thinking any further, Laura slid off her chair, landing on her knees in front of Alistair. She leant forward and wrapped her mouth around his hard, sweaty dick. Almost immediately, the dick twitched in her mouth, and then began pumping hot, salty sperm over her tongue. She felt Alistair’s hands on the back of her head, forcing her down onto his cock, and her exposed tits pressed up against one of Alistair’s legs, but she didn’t care. The taste of sperm had sent her to heaven. It was like when she had kissed Erica after Erica had sucked Michael’s cock, only better. It was far better than the fake sperm she used with the strap-on. Laura gulped down the warm, sticky liquid, revelling in its salty, slutty taste, and when it was done she continued to suck on the cock, hopeful of the possibility of more.
There was no more, however, and when the last of the sperm was gone, Laura began to come to her senses, and realised she was on her knees sucking her boss’ cock. She tried to pull away, but Alistair held her head down on his penis for nearly a minute longer. Meekly, Laura didn’t resist.
Finally Alistair let her up. As she straightened herself, Alistair pointed to his now-softening cock. “Wipe it clean on your tits, honey,” he said. Reluctantly, Laura leant in, took the cock in her hand, and wiped the tip and sides back and forth on her boobs, leaving a shiny, sticky smear. She looked up Alistair for approval.
“Good slut,” he said. “Well, this has been good counselling.” He tucked his dick back into his pants. “I hope you’ve learned something. I guess you can go back to work now.”
Laura nodded, stood up, replaced her tits in her bra and buttoned her blouse. She reached for her panties, but Alistair stopped her.
“Oh, no,” he said. “These are mine now. You can wear new panties every day and give them to me each morning. I know girls like shopping for panties so this will give you an excuse to do it more often. And it will remind us both of how many times you’ve come into this office to act like a slut.”
Laura blushed, but didn’t object. She pulled down her skirt to hide her pussy and ass. It wasn’t a particularly short skirt, but with no panties she felt extra exposed. Her mouth still tasted like cum and she felt that anyone who saw her must be able to tell what she’d just done, even though objectively she knew she looked fine. It didn’t help that her cunt was still wet and complaining that it hadn’t been allowed to orgasm.
Alistair let Laura leave his office, and she began her regular work day.
Geoffrey and Candy still spent the day looking at Laura like a lying whore, but there was nothing Laura could do about that. Other than that, it was a comparitively easy day of work, and it left Laura free to think.
Mostly what she thought about was her debt. She needed to have $1,000 by Friday. Between her and Erica’s finances she could certainly find the money, but she was going to have to do it every week, and she knew she couldn’t keep it up while still meeting payments on the house and buying food and clothes.
It was made harder by the Mayim Clinic. Laura couldn’t just take a second job while still having to visit the clinic most nights.
At lunch she broached the subject with Michael.
“Michael, I know you do well financially,” she said. “You’ve got those investments your parents made for you, right? And you already own your home?”
“Yes,” said Michael warily, picking at his lunch.
“Erica and I are in some pretty tough financial times right now, and I was wondering if maybe we could borrow some money.”
Michael laughed. “I don’t know. Is Erica going to keep sucking my cock when I visit?”
Laura stiffened, and Michael realised he’d gone too far. “I’m joking! I’m joking! How much do you need?”
“About a thousand dollars,” said Laura. “This week. And.. maybe more later.”
Michael look at her in incredulity. “Jesus, Laura, a thousand dollars? What’s going on with you?”
“I just made some bad investments,” Laura said. “We’ll recover soon.”
“I don’t know,” said Michael. “That’s a lot.”
Laura swallowed awkwardly. She knew this was a big ask. Michael was a friend, but he was also clearly sexually interested in Erica, and in Laura too for that matter. Laura wasn’t prepared to pimp Erica out for money, but Laura had spent her life cockteasing boys; maybe now she could get some use out of it.
She reached out and put her hand on Michael’s leg. In that position, leaning forward, she knew Michael could see down her cleavage.
“I’d really appreciate it,” she said. “It would mean a lot to me. And I know it would mean a lot to Erica too.”
“When will you be able to payit back?” Michael asked.
“I don’t know,” said Laura honestly.
“You can have it,” sighed Michael. “I’ll transfer it to you today. But I want to come tomorrow night, okay? And check up on you, make sure you’re doing okay.”
Laura frowned. “I don’t know if I’m free tomorrow night. I’ll have to check.”
“That’s the deal. If you can’t find time for me this week, I’m not doing the money.”
Laura sighed. “I’ll check it out and let you know tomorrow, okay?”
“It sounds good,” said Michael. They stood, and hugged, and returned to their work, lunch concluded.
That evening Laura turned up to the Mayim Clinic flushed and aroused as normal, high on the effects of her aphrodisiac pill. But she had some things she needed to ask about first. She told Amy she had some questions, and so Amy got her to undress, and then led the nude girl to Dr Windred’s office.
“I need tomorrow off,” said Laura. She felt strange, sitting here nude again in a professional office. Amy was here, and Dr Windred, and Royce, who was unabashedly starting at her tits. She remembered the last time she was here she had masturbated in front of all these people. Her pussy was drooling and she wished she could masturbate now.
“Laura,” said Dr Windred, “This is a very specific program. We need to keep up your conditioning each weeknight now or it will impact our results.”
“I have some things I need to do and if I don’t get them done I might not be able to come back here anyway.”
“Just this Wednesday?” asked Dr Windred.
“Actually I kind of need a night each week. I need to take up a second job to make ends meet, and the weekend plus a weeknight, plus the Tuesdays and Wednesdays I have off normally, might be enough to make a difference.”
Windred and Amy exchanged looks, and were silent for a moment.
After a while, Windred said, “Look, we can spare you this Wednesday, and afterwards – well, we’d prefer Thursdays, so let’s make it Thursdays after that – but we need to keep up the conditioning regime. We’ll let you go, on the condition that you take your pills that morning instead, and then take another dose in the evening. And we’ll generally have an additional activity for you – homework to keep you up to date.”
Laura blanched. She remembered the last time she’d been at work on pills. She’d made a complete slut of herself. Could she survive doing that once every week? Her pussy tingled at the thought – eagerly, almost – and she tried to ignore it. There was really no choice – she would have to. Maybe it would be for the best – maybe it would help her build up a resistance to the drug and not be such a whore when she was on it.
“Okay,” she agreed.
“Excellent!” said Dr Windred. “Then let’s go to the conditioning room. And we’ll tell you tomorrow’s homework when we’re done with today’s program.”
When Laura followed Amy to the conditioning room, she was confused. The chair was gone, unbolted from the floor. In its place was a metal contraption, about waist height, with what appeared to be a series of arms. Directly in front of the contraption, two rubber phalluses emerged from the floor.
Royce came in behind them. “Today you’re going to learn how to kneel, Laura. Kneel in the middle of the floor there, so that the cock goes in your pussy.”
Hesitantly, Laura moved to the rubber dildos. She saw that they had been lubricated, although she was so wet that they probably didn’t need it. Slowly, she lowered herself onto her knees, using her hand to steer the rubber cock into her pussy. She sighed with pleasure as it slipped between her twat lips and into her fuckhole. She lowered herself further, and found that it was the perfect length to let her rest her knees on the ground without it poking too uncomfortably deep into her vagina. When she was in a full kneeling position, the second, shorter dildo poked at the entrance to her anus, just like it had in the chair.
Next Royce came over to her, took her hands, and moved them behind her back. She felt something cold and metal touch her wrists, and realised that her hands were being cuffed behind her back. She panicked a little, but Royce put his hand on top of her head and pushed down, and Laura realised that in her current position, even the tiniest pressure downwards made her completely unable to move. She was trapped, impaled on the dildo.
Laura’s pussy was still dripping, and she tried to buck her hips against the phallus in her cunt, but it was unsatisfying. She wished it would vibrate or something, but it remained inert.
Next Amy came over. She behind Laura, and reached out to touch Laura’s hair. Laura could feel Amy’s boobs pressing against her back, and it felt maddeningly good. She didn’t know what Amy was doing at first but she soon realised that Amy was plaiting Laura’s hair into pigtails, one on either side of her face. Why?
She found out soon enough. When the pigtails were complete, Amy extended two metal arms from the machine in front of Laura. The arms ended in powerful clamps. Amy fed one pigtail into each clamp, and then pressed a button. The arms retracted back towards the machine, and Laura felt her head being pulled forward by her hair. She was forced to lean forward as best she could with the dildo inside her. Then the arms loosened, and Laura was able to move back to a more comfortable upright position, although her hair was still trapped in the clamps.
Lastly, Amy attached the last element to the machine, and its purpose became clear. She screwed a large black plastic dildo into place in the centre of the machine, directly in front of Laura’s face, with the tip pointing at her mouth. It, too, was on a moving arm, and Amy quickly checked that the dildo could move foward toward’s Laura’s face, and then move away again.
Finally Royce attached the things that Laura had been fearing – the painful alligator clamps, biting into her nipples and twat lips, with their wires trailing away into Amy’s instrumentation. The pain felt awful, but somehow good too. Laura barely even registered the humliation of having Royce feeling around in her pussy as he attached the clips.
With all that done, Amy started the movie.
It was different this time. Instead of moving straight into porn, it instead showed the face of a girl. The girl looked deeply unhappy – she was frowning, sniffling, and she had clearly been crying. It was a close up, and it made Laura uncomfortable to look at. It was stressful and weird, just staring at this image of an unhappy girl.
Then the dildo on the machine, the one at Laura’s head height, slid forward, and banged against Laura’s lips. Laura was surprised, and didn’t even have time to open her mouth. As soon as the dildo’s forward progress was impeded by Laura’s closed mouth, an electric shock blasted through Laura’s pussy and tits. She felt herself pissing on the floor a little, and she opened her mouth to scream.
As soon as she did, the dildo slipped inside, plugging Laura’s mouth like a big cock-shaped gag. At the same time, the dildos in Laura’s pussy and ass began to buzz, and the one in her pussy began to slowly and deliciously pump in and out of her twat. And up the screen the image changed – it no longer showed a sad girl, but rather a happy one, delightedly suckling on a man’s cock. The girl was kneeling in front of the man with her hands behind her back, just like Laura was kneeling, completely nude with her tits very much on display, and it looked like nothing in the world made her happier than the big dick that was pumping in and out of her mouth.
The end of the dildo in Laura’s mouth tasted like sperm, and Laura wondered if it was primed to release fake semen just like her special strap-on. The combination of the sudden cunt-stimulation and the less stressful image on the screen was making Laura feel good, and she began to bob her head up and down on the rubber dick in her mouth.
Then, just as suddenly, the dildo withdrew from her mouth, and immediately the vibration in her pussy stopped and the screen image changed to another close-up of a miserably unhappy girl.
It stayed there for a while as Laura fidgeted uncomfortably. Then she felt her head being pulled forward. The clamps were tugging on her pigtails pulling her face forward via a firm grip on her hair. Laura resisted for a moment, confused, but then felt the electric shock in her pussy and tits again, and so obediently leant forward. The motion dragged her down onto the dick again, and she opened her lips and accepted it into her mouth. It pushed forward as it entered her mouth, and Laura found she was gagging on it uncomfortably, completely unable to move or pull away because of the machine’s firm grip on her hair.
The vibrator in her pussy, however, had gone into overdrive, violently pumping in and out of her twat. It was a much stronger sensation than the last time and Laura loved it. She moaned around the plastic dick in her mouth happily. On screen once again the sad woman had vanished and been replaced by a delighted kneeling slut sucking a cock. In this one the man had firm control over the woman’s head and was keeping her face trapped against his groin while he skullfucked her. The woman was rubbing her pussy in a way that suggested she was in sexual heaven.
It went on like this for a couple of hours. When the dildo wasn’t in Laura’s mouth, the vibrators were still and the screen showed upset girls. When Laura sucked on the dildo, her pussy got rewarded and the screen showed her happy cocksucking bimbos. If Laura was the slightest bit reticent in accepting the cock into her mouth, she got a shock. In the second hour it started shocking her if Laura did not also pleasure the dick, by exploring it with her tongue and bobbing her head up and down on it as best she was able. The rewards were always better when Laura’s head was being controlled, and after a while she began to get frustrated when the machine just offered her the dick without also pulling on her hair.
She didn’t cum nearly as often as on previous visits to the clinic, because of the long stretches of no stimulation, but each orgasm she did have was deeply satisfying, and whenever she orgasmed the machine would know, and a little spurt of semen would fire from the tip of the plastic cock into her mouth. Laura swallowed the sperm eagerly, and found that it heightened her orgasm knowing that the tasty treat was coming.
When the program eventually stopped, and Amy came to uncuff Laura and disentangle her hair from the machine, Laura was as usual in a state of sexual confusion. It felt strange to close her mouth properly after spending two hours wth a cock going in and out of it. She realised that she was kneeling in a puddle of urine from where she had wet herself after the electric shocks. Amy was looking at the urine in digust.
“Next time you wet yourself like this, Laura, we’re going to make you clean it up, okay?” Amy said.
Laura just nodded. That seemed fair. She felt embarassed for wetting herself like a little baby.
Amy helped Laura climb off the twat and ass dildos, and then said, “You need to lick them clean, Laura.”
Laura understood. She had gotten the dildos all messy with her pussy juices and it was only fair that she clean them up. Laura got down on all fours. It meant kneeling in the puddle of piss, which was gross, but Laura was too confused to really register it. She leant down and licked and sucked on the two plastic dildos that had just been in her pussy and ass. The pussy one tasted good; the ass one tasted gross. Laura automatically took the larger, pussy dildo into her mouth, just like she had the one of the machine, and bobbed her head up and down on it. The motion made her tits dip in and out of the urine puddle, which felt good.
As she stayed there on all fours, licking the dildos that had just been inside her, she felt two fingers enter her pussy from behind. She moaned happily and bucked her hips against them. They penetrated further into her twat, deeper and deeper into her fuckhole, until suddenly Laura came again, moaning with a mouthful of plastic dick.
As the orgasm rolled through her and then retreated, Laura caught sight of the camera in the corner and suddenly remembered that these sessons were taped. What had they just taped? A pink-haired big-titted nude lesbian slut, crawling on all fours in a puddle of her own piss, sucking on a dildo that had just come out of her cunt while someone fingerbanged her twat.
And not just someone. Laura took her mouth off the dildo, turned her head, and realised it was Royce who had just been violating her pussy with his fingers. She had let a boy bring her to orgasm. Her body shook with horror. She staggered to her feet, blushing. There was urine dripping from her nipples, and soaking her knees and lower legs, and she couldn’t believe how degraded and slutty she had just been. She couldn’t make eye contact with Royce, instead just backing away from him to the corner of the room.
Amy followed Laura relentless to the corner. “You look pretty like that,” she said, and when Laura’s butt bumped into the corner and she had nowhere else to go, Amy stepped up to her and, to Laura’s surprise, gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Laura kissed her back, pleased but confused. After the kiss, Amy said, “Good girl,” and then passed Laura a dildo.
“This is your homework, Laura,” she said. “All you have to is, every two hours, spend five minutes rubbing your pussy while sucking on this.”
Laura was relieved. She didn’t mind sucking on a dildo. She enjoyed it.
“Does this one… spurt anything?” she asked hesitantly.
Amy laughed. “No. We just want you to get used to having a cock in your mouth when you’re feeling sexual pleasure.”
Part of their conditioning program. Laura was torn – was she being conditioned? Conditioned to enjoying giving blowjobs? She wasn’t, was she? Probably not. Sexuality didn’t work that way. She was born a lesbian; it wasn’t a choice or something she had learned. And if she was finding she enjoyed sucking on dildos… well, maybe she had always been predisposed to sucking on dildos, and they were just helping her learn that. A dildo wasn’t a cock. It was just plastic or rubber.
When she got home that night, she proved she was still a lesbian by having her girlfriend lick her pussy until she came. But first, she put the strap-on on Erica, and knelt naked in front of her lover sucking on it until it filled her mouth with sperm.
**
Laura was scared of her Wednesday. She was going to have to be on the pill all day, and then take another dose in the evening before Michael came over. She was scared of what she was going to do and how she was going to act.
She took out some of her frustration on Erica in the morning. She slapped Erica in the face twice over minor irritations, told her she was a slutty little fuckpig, and then used the strap-on to fuck Erica violently in the cunt. The dildo ejaculated pig sperm into Erica’s pussy, and then Laura made her clean the sperm up by transferring it from her pussy to her mouth using her hand. Afterwards, when Erica had showered herself clean, Laura refused to let her wear a bra or panties to work, and made sure Erica was wearing her shortest, sluttiest skirt. If Laura was going to be in heat all day, Erica could damn well show off her goodies as well.
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 relucantly 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 ttis 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 betwen 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 Alistai’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 slatter 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-conciously. “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.
(To be continued….)