Chapter 19
A PHOTO OF LAURA
It was Monday and nothing felt real to Laura. Her tits felt strange and wrong without the painful chains on them. She had prostituted her girlfriend, had her girlfriend raped, and implied she would let it happen again. She had masturbated while she watched her best male friend hurt and violate her lover and taken his dick in her mouth afterwards. And now she was going to go to her boss' office and strip naked for his pleasure.
She couldn't believe she had made this deal - given up her right to wear clothes in her morning counselling sessions for the privilege - PRIVILEGE - of getting to suck his cock so he wouldn't ejaculate on her face. And only once - he could still bathe her in sperm again today. What kind of slut had she become?
When Laura arrived at the Department of Families, she was relieved to see there were blessedly few people at work so early. She hurried straight to Alistair's office - where she noted the concealing blinds were already closed - stepped inside, and closed the door behind her. She stopped in horror, though, when she saw Alistair, sitting at his desk, looking at his computer screen and smiling. The whole screen was taken up by a single image - an enlarged close-up photo of a woman's shaved, wet cunt.
"Oh hi, Laura," Alistair said pleasantly. His hand was idly massaging the crotch of his pants. "I don't know if you recognise your own twat, but this is from one of thd pictures I took the other day while you were slutting off and begging to suck my cock."
Laura remembered the pictures being taken at the time. She hadn't cared much at the time, but now wished she had. "What... what is it for?" she asked, her throst dry. She sensed she wouldn't like the answer.
"It's for being fucked by cocks!" laughed Alistair. "Oh, you mean the photo? I just printed it to the office printer. Go collect it, would you? And laminate it, too."
Face blushing a furious red, Laura turned and ran from the office. Everyone in her workgroup used that printer. Had they seen it? What would they think of Laura's pussy being printed out in colour in full view of everyone? Would they recognise it? Or - somehow worse - would they just assume it was hers based on her recent behaviour?
Laura was in luck. The shining full colour photo of her fuckhole rested in the print tray face-up, but no one was around. She snatched it up and clutched it against her ample chest, concealing it from view.
The laminator was similarly abandoned. Laura hunched over it as she fed the image of her pussy through it to seal the image in plastic. She prayed that no one would come over and ask what she was doing. She couldn't believe she was doing this, using public office equipment to properly present a photo of her aroused pussy.
When the she finally had the glossy image of her vagina laminated, she ran back to Alistair's office with it and once again closed the door.
"Here," she said, offering Alistair the picture of her wet cunt
"Clothes off first," 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 - it's made of office materials so that would be theft."
"You're to keep it clean, but you're only to use your tongue and tits to clean it. And you'll need counselling on it so bring it to our meetings each morning."
Laura wiped the photo against her pussy again to get more cunt juices on it. She coukd almost imagine she really was licking her own cunt, and that helped her get wetter and closer to orgasm.
Suddenly Laura realised Alistair had stopped talking. She looked up. Her supervisor was breathing heavily, pointing his dick at her face, and pumping it rapdily. She found herself instinctively opening her mouth and starting to lean forward towards him. He reached out and slapped her across the face, lightly but stingingly, bringing her to her senses.
"Hold the picture up, bitch," he gasped, and Laura immediately understood what he meant. She held the photo of her twat up to his dick, image side facing the tip of his cock, and a moment later he groaned and began spurting long sticky ropes of cum across the photo.
Laura waited till he was done, then carefully placed the photo on the ground and eagerly wrapped her lips around his penis, sucking the last sperm from it and cleaning it with her tongue. It tasted wonderful.
"Good slut," said Alistair, patting her head as she licked. "When you're done, you can keep masturbating and licking till you cum too."
At first Laura didn't understand what he meant, but then she looked down at the photo. It was her own pussy, smeared with real male semen, and looking at it almost made her cum on the spot.
Taking her lips off Alistair's member, she sank to all fours, reached down to her pussy to finger it, and then began to lick the sperm off the photo of her cunt. She noticed Alistair using his phone to photograph her but she didn't care. It was so hot. It was so right. She orgasmed not once, but twice, before the picture was clean.
(To be continued...)
