There’s a knock on the door of the study room you’d just ducked into.
“Sorry, one second.” You call, doing your best to keep your voice steady.
“Um, I have this room booked, you’re not supposed to be in here.” A girl’s voice emirates through the door.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize, I’ll be right out.” You hurriedly pull your pants and panties back on and begin to zip up your jeans.
“Hurry up, I’ve got a paper I need to work on.”
“Yeah, yeah I’m just-“ You open the door and step out. The girl waiting on you looks you up and down, then sniffs the air. She wrinkles her nose. “Were you…?” She stares at you with disbelief and disgust.
“Huh? I was just, uh, reading.” You do your best to act like you don’t what she’s implying and try to start walking away.
Before you can take a second step she grabs your hand, the one you were using, and brings it to her nose. She takes two deep sniffs, then wrinkles her nose again and looks at you like some sort of worm. “Oh my god, you were fingering yourself in there.”
She steps into your space and you instinctively step back. She steps in again, forcing you back another step. She steps again, and again, and before you can summon the wherewithal to do something other than go where she’s herding you you’re inside the study room again.
The girl reaches behind her and locks the door. “You were masturbating in here.”
“Prove it. Show me your panties.”
You bend down and see the button on your jeans hanging undone, earlier you left in too much of a hurry to button it. Cheeks turning red you unzip your fly and pull your jeans down to your thighs.
“Sit.” The girl standing over you commands, patting the desk.
You comply awkwardly, hampered by the waistband of your jeans around your thighs and the weight of your embarrassment. Once you’ve managed to settle into your perch on the girl commanding you places a hand on each thigh and pushes firmly. You spend your legs and the girl stares between them. You feel her gaze like like physical touch on your pussy. Your waistband and her hands press your thighs from either side. Yet again she wrinkles her nose.
Without a word she reaches forward and pulls your soaked panties to the side. For a few moments she just stares, her eyes flicker all around but never off of your cunt. The instinct to close your legs is thwarted by the return of her hand to your thigh. You let out a soft, desperate whine.
“Jesus, this is turning you on isn’t it. Look at your clit, it’s practically twitching.”
You can’t help but look down to check for yourself. You can’t tell if it’s actually twitching or if the movement is just from how much you're quivering, but it’s obviously erect.
Suddenly one of the girl’s hands leaves your thigh. It dips to your pussy and two of her fingers slide across the labia. You gasp, your legs spasm. The girl’s eyes leave your cunt for the first time since you’ve got on the table to stare judgmentally at your face. “Whore.”
She brings her fingers to her nose and sniffs, her nose wrinkling again. She pushes her fingers under your nose. “Smell it.” You comply, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.
“Mmm,” your mind clouds at the scent. You go for another sniff but sudden something presses at your lips. You instinctively part them, allowing the girl to shove her fingers, still coated in your slick, into your mouth. You melt into her hand, circling your tongue all around her fingers, chasing your own taste.
“Every disgusting thing I do to you just turns you on doesn’t it.” She says. A moment later she grabs your hair, yanking it until your head tilts and your eyes open, leaving you staring up at her, her fingers still in your mouth.
The only response you can give her is a desperate nod.
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