1. The Lesbian Debt (Chapter 15) - Job Interview


    Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Blackmail, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Humiliation, Job/Place-of-work, Lesbian, Mind Control, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: All These Roadworks, Rating: 81.6, Source: sexstories.com

    bladder but crying and humiliated, she no longer had that control. She made a quiet little moan, and then started to piss into her panties. She felt the hot piss gush from her pussy and immediately begin soaking into and through her undwear, soaking her crotch. In the silence of the room, what she was doing was obvious, and it became more obvious as the pool of urine on her seat grew, and began to drip down onto the floor. All of her rear was soaked in it - the front and back of her panties, the back of her skirt. The skin of her ass was wet with piss. And still she couldn't stop, could do nothing but sit and feel the hot urine gushing from her pussy into the wet cotton of her underpants. David listened to her pissing for a few seconds, a disgusted look on his face, and then stood. He walked over to where Laura sat, bent down, and pullled up her sweater to expose her tits. Laura let him; it didn't occur to him to stop him. She was pissing herself in this man's office - how could she say no to him? It still felt weird to have her boobs exposed in front of a man, but not nearly as much as it used to. Certainly not as strange as wetting herself in front of him. She wanted to stop, but she couldn't. Her breasts lay there, big and round and exposed to his gaze. David reached down and gave one of the chains on Laura's tits an experimental tug. Laura yelped in pain. Her flow of urine was slowing now. Her piss was no longer in her bladder; it was in a deep puddle on the chair ...
    around her buttocks, and on the floor below. David leant against the edge of his desk and regarded the piss-soaked slut in front of him. "How big are your tits, Laura?" he asked, finally. "My fuckhandles are 32 double Ds," said Laura. She shifted in her seat, and felt some of the warm puddle of urine slop over the side of the chair and onto the carpet. "Fuckhandles, huh? Is that how men use them?" Laura knew she had to be truthful. "I haven't had a man use my milkbags that way, but my girlfriend uses my sex-balloons as fuckhandles sometimes." "Are you a lesbian, Laura?" Laura nodded. "And are your tits real?" "My rapemelons are all natural," Laura replied. She wasn't sure whether she should be proud of having natural tits, or ashamed that her boobs were so sluttily big without augmentation. She felt a little of both. "Well, obviously," David said, "you are completely unsuitable to work at the checkout. You can't hold your bladder and you go around torturing your tits in public." David's crotch was at the same height as Laura's face. A part of her mind recognised that she was in the perfect position for him to reach out and pull her hair until her face was right up against his dick. She squeezed her legs together eagerly. "But I might have another job for you," he said. "Do you want it?" Laura felt a stab of apprehension. "What is it?" "A girl who's just wet herself on my new carpet doesn't really seem to be in a position for asking questions, Laura." Laura blushed. "I'm sorry." ...
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