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Lucy5
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Toilet sex with self and others
Nasty Lucy's Lament
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The next mourning, I waited until her register was clear of
customers and approached her. I had my purse open and my
hand inside.
She smiled upon seeing me and fell immediately into
character. "So what did you bring me....Nasty lady!" she
paused, almost hissing her last words.
I fumbled inside the baggy like an old lady fumbling in a
change purse, finally passing her by urine filled little
condom looking around constantly in dire fear of discovery.
Here eyes widened. It was clear she was truly impressed
with the amount by which I would throw myself into this
game.
"Isn't this delightful." she gleamed. "Is it your piss
inside?" she whispered
"Yes".
"When did you make it?"
"Yesterday, after leaving here."
"It must really be gross by now huh?"
"Yes."
"I think you should take it back." It's very nice, and I
really want you to have it." "I know, why don't you go
outside and stand in front of my window and show me what
kind of nasty thing a nasty lady like you can think of to do
with this."
"I took it back, constantly surveying all directions, and
concealed it as best I could inside my partially closed
hand.
I left, and stood on the sidewalk by her window waiting for
the combined circumstances of her having no customers, and
my having enough nerve to do what I know I had to do.
Raising my hand to my mouth as though coughing, I locked my
lips to the end of the condom balloon and like yesterday
sucked it into my mouth.
She stared at me, then held her finger up for me to wait.
She took care of a customer, then turned around and pointed
to her own mouth and made an exaggerated motion telling me
to open mine so she could see it. I looked back and forth,
and when I felt safe, opened wide, in a pathetic display of
submission.
My eyes opened like saucers when she next made a biting
motion. When I hesitated, she have a her stern slanting
eyed look that said, "You better do it."
I bit into the condom, careful to make a small hole, so the
flow wouldn't overwhelm me. I pointed to my throat and
nodded my head, pathetically motioning for directions as to
swallowing the gross fluid or not. The combination of it's
cold staleness mixed with the taste of rubber was far worse
than I was prepared for, but I managed to swallow all of it,
gagging slightly to my young tormentor's pleasure.
The CVS girl had nodded yes with a mean smirk, watching me
until I opened my mouth again showing her the empty wrinkled
condom. She made an face indicating to disgust for may
actions, making me cream all the more.
She creaked her finger at me motioning me to come back in.
When I stood in front of her, she leaned towards me, sniffed
at my breath, and said loudly, "Yes, I think you'll find the
it will keep its flavor and is pleasant to chew", putting a
packet of gum on the counter, though we both knew the intent
of her order.
I left the store and started toward the office, suddenly,
panicked, I knew I would not make it to the refuge of the
ladies room, I spit the condom into my half-closed fist, and
leaning my hand on a lamp post, leaned forward an puked a
long think stream of yellowish bile into the gutter.
Looking about, embarrassed, I moved away quickly straining
to blend back into the crowd.
The taste in my mouth was putrid, I spit out on the
sidewalk, attracting stares, and kept moving, finally
popping my condom back in my mouth to chew on. I stopped at
a young boys newspaper stand on Washington, and asked the
boy for change of a dollar, giving him the full blast,
reveling in the apparent disgust he showed in his face at my
foul breath. I turned my head away at a moment I felt
unobserved and spit the condom out to the curb, knowing
eventually, he would see it, and remember the a lady
standing her spitting. I was sure, at least in his heart, I
would by an unforgettable memory. I rushed away in my leaky
panties, toward the bank feeling that so much had happened
and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet.
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