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Lucy3
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Lucy 3 ot 10
Toilet sex with self and others
Nasty Lucy's Lament
2 of 7
I dressed in a gray skirt and blue blazer, a conservative
blue blouse and my normal conservative panties, bra and
pantyhose.
I took my soiled panties from the bed and put them in a
plastic baggy. Feeling them and sniffing them one more time
before sealing the bag got my a little more into mood to
continue my nastiness.
Putting the baggy in my purse next to the box of condoms, I
drove to work, occasionally taking a hand from the steering
wheel to tweak my enlarged nipples. At one point squeezing
so hard that I wanted to slap my hand away.
I couldn't pass the CVS without a return visit. I felt a
welcome flash of embarrassment as soon as I made eye contact
with the counter girl.
"I wonder if you could tell me what isle the K-Y jelly is
in?"
"It's here behind the counter." "Would you like a jar or a
tube?" she asked, looking my directly in the eye today, as
though saying, I know your game.
"I think the tube would be better", I said with an
embarrassed grin adding conspiratorially, "It's easier to
just squeeze it directly where you want it."
The girl put the tube on the counter, making no allowances
for my privacy this mourning. "Will there be anything
else?" she asked with a slight rise of her eyebrows.
"No, ugh thank you, I'll just put this in my purse."
Opening my purse I dug around for and found a my money,
removing enough to pay for my purchase, I put the tube in
among my other private playthings. Looking up, my cheeks
reddened deeply as I realized she saw and recognized the
contents of my plastic bag, with the nasty stains facing the
outside of the bag.
She made no expression as she handed my change looking off
to the next customer as though I didn't exist.
I left going directly to the office, following my normal
office routines all morning. Squirming in my seat every so
often reliving the discovery by the girl at CVS that I was
carrying my dirty yellow panties in my purse.
At about 10:30, I had to go down the supply room to restock
my desk. The room sits at the end of a corridor that backs
the big conference rooms. There are no other offices along
the corridor, so when I passed Roger coming in from the room
empty handed, I didn't think much of it since he often
delivers supplies. Just as I reached for the doorknob, the
door was opened by Marie, who seemed very surprised to see
me. I said I was sorry for startling her and didn't think
much of it. We passed each other as I entered the room and
she left.
As I was looking about for the folders and envelopes, my
eyes became riveted to the most unexpected site. Over on
some boxes was a used shriveled condom. I bent my head down
close to it, sniffing it odor, surmising that it must have
been left just moments ago to smell so strong.
I picked it up carefully protecting the contents from
spilling. Holding it by the rim, I wrapped my other hand
loosely around it feeling the warm contents give to the
pressure then gather at the bottom upon release. My hand
was getting wet from Marie's cunt juice which coated the
outside of the rubber. Marie is a sweet girl, 18, cute body
and kind of a quiet personality. To know about this most
private action of hers was thrilling. I brought my damp
hand up to my face and cupped it over my nose and mouth so I
could breath in her musty fragrance. I wanted to suck
Roger's sperm from the rubber, but I was obsessed with
putting my dirty yellow panties on first. I quickly tied
the a loose knot out of the open end of Roger's condom and
concealing it in my hand, gathered my supplies and left the
room. I passed Marie on the way back up the corridor, she
was walking fast toward the supply room and looked
flustered, she watched me pass, trying to read in my eyes,
if I had found what she obviously must have just remembered
and was on her way to dispose of.
I returned to my desk, and immediately picked up my purse
and headed to the ladies room. Quickly I pulled of my
pantyhose, almost ripping them in my rush. I took of my
panties which were themselves wet and gooey. I put the
crotch of them between my lips and sucked with all my might
mixing my spit into the fabric and sucking it back combined
with my body sweat and gooey lube. I unpacked what I
thought of as my "nasty panties" and pulled them up tight
against my crotch. Poking them deep into my cunt and ass
with my fingers. I was so excited by this time I was
shaking and quivering. I pulled out Roger's condom and
carefully untied it.
Holding it open just under my nose with the thumb and index
fingers of both hands, I remembered the phase 'scum bag' and
repeated it to myself over and over in my mind as I inhaled
it's rank odor. I wasn't sure I had the enough lack of
control to do what I wanted to do and then, almost as if
watching from outside my body, I stuck my tongue out as far
as I could, and started working the spermy rubber sack over
my tongue.
I felt the full impact of what a gross thing I was doing,
delightfully so. I was burning with disgust for my act and
loved it. Once I got to where I could use my mouth and lips
to work the condom the rest of the way on, I started
masturbating furiously. Rubbing my cunt through my panties
while finger-fucking my ass by reaching my finger under the
cloth panel.
The pungent spermy taste was coating my taste buds by now.
It was bitter and acrid, the ammonia smell was catching in
my throat and traveling up back of my nose. I've always
thought cum tasted bitter and acrid, and represented
submission for any woman that would let the substance be put
in her mouth. In my case, I was always aware that I was
being submissive to myself, and that my sense of being used
was at least as thrilling to me as it could ever be to
anyone I allowed to use me.
Roger's condom was the perfect case of me using myself for
submission and humiliation.
I came wonderfully, soaking my "nasty panties" even more.
Sitting their on the toilet, slowly catching my breath, I
pictured my appearance, with my condom covered tongue and
hand pushed down under my ass with my finger stuck deep in
my ass still.
Keeping my ass plugged, I slowly pulled the condom off my
tongue with the thumb and index finder of my right hand on
just the very tip of the rubber. It slid of smoothly, and I
was rewarded with a good amount of Roger's sperm mixed with
my spit as the condom emptied on my tongue.
Holding it over my open mouth like a worm being hold over a
birds beak, I was content to catch the few remaining drops
as they fell, reaching out to them with my tongue. I then
dropped it on my tongue and poking my finger through the rim
of it from the outside, turned it inside out on my tongue
sucking it clean to the last drop.
I took my soiled finger from my moist ass, it was coated
pretty thickly. I brought it to my nose, sniffing several
times until the foulness caused whatever controls ones
breathing caused me to stop taking breaths. I held my dirty
finger out from the others, standing I pushed my yellow
"nasty panties" down my legs and stepped out of them. They
really were a slimy mess. I rubbed my finger clean on the
inside of the panties just above the stains I had made
yesterday after using my nasty hot-dog. That stain and the
new brown stain I was making now contrasted starkly with the
yellow fabric. These panties, I thought, are going to be a
masterpiece, sniffing them one last time.
I packed them away in their baggy and shoved them back in my
purse, dropping Roger's now dry condom in there as well. I
put on my green panties, cold and wet, but no longer gooey,
(to my oral satisfaction), pulled on my pantyhose, and
returned to my desk, absently sucking my finger from time to
time, licking around the nail, always seeming to taste
something.
Marie came by my desk twice before lunch. Trying to read
from my manner if there would be consequences to what she
knew I must have discovered. I knew she wanted to say
something but didn't have the courage to start. I was
surprised and amused to recognize that this was indeed
something she was frightened about. I acted nonchalant,
said nothing, and went to lunch at my usual time.
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