up gingerly from the table, careful not to let your cum leak out, and
make my way slowly bay desk, pig up my pants and shirt along the
way. I' m now much more aware of my nakedness and I quickly shove the anal
beads bato my asst, noting how some globs of cum are squeezed out
around the balls anyway. I pull on my trousers and button my shirt ba.
The sweat on my body and the streaks of y chest and belly
immediately make my shirt stiy skin. I feel sticky and dirty. As I
look down at my humiliating state in despair, I see you looking over at
me with a smirk on your face.
Just as I finish tug my shirt in and bug up my belt, the first of
our colleagues return from lunch. I sit doretend that I have been
w all the while. But the feeling of cum seeping out of my boypussy
onto my pants makes me feel so degraded and used, and the smell of semen
wafting from my cubicle and my body seems to be overp. Surely some
of my co-workers would notice? Surely they have begun to suspect, somewhere
in the back of their minds, the truth about how you use this cute little
asian boyslut when they aren' t looking..?
"e over here," the private message from you flashes on my s.
Demurely, I get up from my seat and make my way to your cubicle. It is
mid-m and the office is busy with people going to and fro on their
respective businesses. A few colleagues ae along the way and I
return their remarks and smiles, although in truth my mind is no longer
registering what they say. My heart has begun to beat fast the moment I got
your message, and all I think of as I make my way to your desk is what
you could possibly want to do to me with the office so full of people.
When I arrive, you pull up a chair and motion for me to sit down beside you
on your left.
"Unbuckle your belt," you whisper quietly to me as I sit down