The Descent
Part 6 - Choices
That trip home was a nightmare, although she tried to keep her head held high,
to brazen it out, but the feel of his spunk as it slid down her face made her
feel too ashamed. In the end she ran the last few steps, and hid herself away
indoors.
During the next week, she kept replaying that weekend in her mind. She had the
feeling that he was somehow displeased with her, but he hadn't actually said
anything, had he?
Connie was a complete bitch about it all. She'd tried asking her opinion, but
after she'd got as far as the park, Connie just didn't want to know any more.
She shut her up with a comment about you were asking for it, and boy, did you
get it.
Connie had shown her disgust with her behaviour by with holding her permission,
both to go and cum, and at times to even use the bathroom. It seemed that Connie
like making her squirm and beg, even for the shortest trip.
The crazy thing was, whilst Connie was denying her, her thoughts always crept
back to him, and would he return, would he take her on another trip? This was
usually followed by thoughts of the student/assistant. At some part of the day,
she usually had a thought or two about the girl.
She didn't know why, but the thought of shocking her, watching her as she showed
this not so hidden side of her, made her hornier. She'd even gone so far as to
get her timetable, and had almost got up the nerve to wait for her outside the
lecture halls, but so far she'd resisted the temptation, although she wasn't
sure for how long.
Out of the blue, he turned up at her office, just before she normally took her
lunch break, he was, as usually grinning, and her heart sank at the sight of
that grin. She knew it usually meant that he'd something particularly
humiliating in mind for her.
"Lunch?" was his question, as he opened the door, leading her outside. She
mumbled a quick yes, wondering just what he had in mind. She was expecting to be
taken to some local restaurant, but was surprised when he suggested that they
use the campus canteen. With a sinking feeling she showed him the way, nervous
about just what he had in mind, once they got there.
Luckily, the queue was short, and they were served quickly, however he kept
picking her food for her. Looking at her tray she saw it was full of very
suggestive food. There were celery sticks, a couple of hotdogs, and the almost
obligatory banana. Just looking at the food he'd chosen for her she already knew
what he'd expect her to do with it all.
He was kind enough to let her choose the seating, and she chose the furthest she
could, but from experience she knew it filled quickly.
As they sat there, he started without preamble on his meal, hardly looking at
her. She however tried not to feel too nervous as she took the first of the
celery sticks, and working dextrously, she slipped her hand under the table, and
pressed the end of it against her pussy. He noticed, and just raised an eyebrow,
not saying a word.
She quickly slid the stick into herself, lucky she was wet, but, of late, she
was always wet. Today was no exception, in fact it was worse, Connie wasn't in
the office today, and without anyone to ask, she'd been denied all morning.
The feel of the stick was strange; it was hard and ungiving, pressing against
her walls. Once she'd pressed it as deep as her fingers as her fingers could
get, she slowly drew it back out, and placed it on her plate. Not really wanting
to taste just how horny she was, but not willing to let him down, she started to
eat the cum covered celery. The natural crunchiness was flavoured with her
juices, not unpleasant, but strange all the same, although she was well used to
the taste of her own body by now.
All the while he just ate and watched, not making any conversation at all, just
grinning like a fool.
The celery was soon all gone, and with a quick glance around she thought that
she'd got away with it. However the hotdog was still sitting on her plate. She
just took the dog out of the bun, but stopped when she saw him give her a look.
Swallowing hard, she replaced the dog, and took the whole bun in her hand.
Even as she was lowering it below the table edge, she couldn't believe that she
was actually doing this, actually putting food into her pussy! In public! The
hotdog was way larger than the celery though. She shuffled forward so that she
was sitting on the edge of the seat, her pussy over the edge. As she placed the
hotdog against her lips, she could feel the heat of the food. Warm but not too
hot.
As she pressed, she felt the bun squashing, getting crushed by her pussy walls.
It was more difficult than she would have thought, but for the actual dog, the
bun would have probably just mashed against her pussy. She could feel the dog
and bun slowly enter her, opening her slightly. She gasped as her pussy started
to tingle, then to burn. Eyes opening she realised that she was getting the
mustard all over her cunt. The burning feeling increased, even as she tried to
speed up the process.
She found herself panting, trying to block out the burning feeling, as she
finally got the hotdog into her. With a small cry she removed it as soon as she
could. The squashy feeling of the bun and dog was different, not unpleasant
exactly. If nothing else it felt more like a cock than the celery did.
When she put it back on her plate, she could see that the mustard had mainly
been wiped off, and her tingling cunt told her exactly where. What was a
unpleasant surprise was the lack of bun. Bits of it had broken off, and were
presumably still deep in her.
Without much enthusiasm she started to eat, mechanically finishing off the
hotdog. The bun had absorbed a lot of her juices, and the bread, pussy taste
wasn't that great, not as good as the celery did.
She couldn't believe just how turned on she was by the whole experience; somehow
this was such a disgusting thing to be doing. No matter, it just made her
hotter, knowing she was doing it for him.
He'd finished by the time she'd eaten her hotdog, and for the first time,
started to talk to her. Her heart just dropped out of her as he told her, that
he appreciated the show she'd just put on for him, but it wasn't why he'd
visited her. She couldn't believe it, it was what she thought he wanted her to
do, but thinking back he hadn't actually told her to, had he?
Just what was she turning in to? She couldn't believe how far she'd sunk in such
a short period of time. Just a few weeks ago she would have never even thought
of putting food into her pussy, and here she was, doing it at the drop of a hat.
He reached out, placing his hand on hers, stopping her from starting on the
banana, "you can play with that later" he said, I've a task for you, to be
completed for this evening.
What did he just say? A task? What could he want of her now? What would it
entail?
She was so nervous, waiting for his next words, just what did he want from her
now? Instead he produced a roll of papers from his jacket pocket, and handed
them over to her. "Open them" was all he said.
With trembling fingers she unrolled the papers. Her eyes bulged when she finally
took in what was on them. There were drawing of female anatomy, with words,
crude, rude words scrawled over them. He continued as if nothing was the matter.
These are a few ideas I've had for a tattoo for you; she thought she heard, as
if from far away. She was looking at one drawing, showing a woman's midriff;
across the stomach were the words "sloppy cunt" and a downward pointing arrow.
Another was slightly better; across the small of the back was just the word
"slut"
She realised that if either of these two were done on her, parts of them would
be visible with what was left of her wardrobe. She quickly flicked through the
rest; they were just as bad, if not worse.
She looked at him, shaking her head; she couldn't, wouldn't go and get herself
tattooed like that. He shrugged, as if it was no great deal to him, and carried
on as if nothing was happening. "I'll be around later to see just which one was
chosen for you" was his last words.
"Chosen for you?" what did he mean by that? She quickly blurted out the
question, not really wanting to hear the answer. He just gave her a wink, not
really answering at all, before he left.
She could feel her stomach lurch; just glancing at the "ideas" made her feel so
uncomfortable, the idea of being more visibly tattooed scared her.
No matter how bad she felt about that, she knew that she'd comply, after all, he
made her feel such things, such feelings, that she knew she was addicted.
Quickly rolling up the papers, she hurried back to the office, wanting, and not
wanting to show them to Connie. After all she already knew the worst about her,
so asking her to make a decision for her wouldn't be too bad. Especially if she
caught her in a good mood.
Her hopes were dashed by Connie's empty chair. On her desk was a note saying
that she had an emergency, and that she needed to go for the afternoon, though
she'd be back tomorrow. Damn she thought, what am I going to do now? Though the
tingle between her thighs told her that she already knew the answer.
She scrabbled around in her desk drawer, searching for that student's timetable.
With trembling fingers she found it, and looked to see where she was now.
Clearing her desk, she started off at a brisk pace, thinking of getting it all
over and done with, but as she neared the hall, she found her pace slowing. The
idea of asking that particular girl for advice was making her head swim, even as
she felt her juices slipping down her thighs.
She waited outside the lecture hall, nervously tapping her foot, waiting for her
to appear. All to soon the doors opened, and the students rushed out, chattering
and fooling around. Just being glad to have escaped from yet another lecture.
She looked, and soon spotted the girl, "Damn?" she thought as she saw she was
talking to another girl. Taking a deep breath, she approached, her nerves aflame
with trepidation as at what she was about to do.
"Miss?" Could I have a word with you, she asked, trying to meet her gaze, but in
the end dropping her eyes. She couldn't stand to see the realisation of who had
just called her in her eyes. The girl turned, and looked her up and down, taking
in the too revealing clothes, the flushed face, and the stiff nipples poking
through the material of the blouse.
"Oh it's you" she said, her voice dripping with disgust. Turning back to her
friend, "Katie, this is the slut I was telling you about, you know, at the
store" She felt her cheeks burning with the shame of remembering that episode,
and the fact that now another person knew about it.
"Miss? I need your help" she asked in a small voice, thrusting the drawings into
her hands. With her head still hung shamefully low, she mumbled on about how she
needed someone to pick out a design for her.
"You what! You want me to choose a tattoo for a slut like you?" Yes was the only
reply she could muster.
As the two girls poured over the designs, she couldn't but overhear them talking
about them, and her. "Seen this one Katie? Christ Caroline, what sort of woman
would want something like this on her? Seen this one? This could suit!
After what seemed like hours, but was only probably minutes, the girls had
decided, and showed their chosen design to her. Her heart sank as she took in
the design. Turning to go she was stopped by Caroline's voice. "You get off on
this don't you?"
Surprised, she stopped, and whispered "Yes" At this admission her sank; yet
another had been let onto her secret desire. "Well come here slut!" Katie
scolded her, and she returned to the two students.
They pressed her back to the wall, surrounding her. "Come on then, if you like
it so much, show us!" With those words, she realised that she'd given another
part of herself to strangers, to use and abuse as they saw fit.
Her hands, almost of their own accord, lifted her skirt, to show her neat pussy,
her thighs slick with her arousal. One hand spread her lips wide, so that they
could see better, whilst the other just stoked herself, right in front of them.
Giggling, the girls made all sorts of hurtful comments about her need, her
pussy, even the scent of her juices. All this managed to do was to turn her on
more and more. Caroline surprised her by telling to show what a slut she was by
Cumming for them, here and now.
Although her body was crying out for release, she knew that she couldn't obey,
crying in frustration she haltingly told them about Connie, and how she had to
ask permission before she came, and Connie wasn't available.
The girls just laughed at that, and walked off, sniggering, obviously about her.
Quickly she pushed her skirt down, trying to regain some sort of decency.
She was waiting at home for him to call. She'd gone and been tattooed, as per
the girls choice. She still couldn't believe that she'd actually gone through
with it, her body was becoming someone else's, certainly not hers. The final
ignominy of the day was when she came to pay for the work, it seems that he'd
already made arrangements, and it wasn't money they guy was after.
She could still feel the shame on kneeling on the cold floor, her hands behind
her back, tied there by his belt, as his hands held her by the hair, forcing her
mouth down onto his cock. It wasn't so much a blowjob as a face fuck. She had
next to no control as he used her mouth for his own pleasure, before filling it
with his cum.
As she looked in her mirror she could still taste his seed in her mouth as her
eyes took in her freshly adorned body.
Just above her pussy were the words "LOOSE CUNT" and if she turned, across her
back was written "ASSFUCK ME"
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