Soooo horrrrny. She was just sooo horny. One hand was slick with her juices, thrusting deeper in a frantic rhythm. Forcing out echoing schlick schliiiicckking sounds from a cunt, she wished was being stuffed with something bigger than the fist she was currently pounding against her womb. While her other hand flew across the keyboard of her computer.
Her eyes kept rolling back too much as she came, squirting gushes of fluid onto the waterproof screen, for her to check to make sure she was typing correctly.
She'd gotten the okay after all, to start up a contest for work instead of being sold off. Which essentially meant she was given the permission to pick her next employer...and the one who'd be fucking her senseless.
Her fist pumped faster and her back arched, other hand striking at the keys at random, as she moaned. Yesss. That's what she wanted. Someone to fuck her senseless. Shut her brain off. Take control and use her like the pocketpussy she was.
The amount of orgasms they'd force out of her. Maybe they'd make her count how many times she did aloud? Could she count? But it would feel so good. So fucking good to cum consistently and....
The screen flashed blue with a brightness she couldn't ignore just as her fist kissed the entrance of her womb again and she tried to focus through another orgasm. Her body trembling, toes curling, and arching so much she was practically up out of her seat.
"R-read....fhnngggk...read i-it haaaa oh pleassshh aloud." She slurred. Unable to read the screen herself through the euphoric haze.
Your winner has been chosen. Contestant Markus Smith. Downloading details now. Your expected arrival time...is ten minutes.
After the first few orgams she'd forgotten exactly what fake add she'd created to lure out her targets. After the next set of pleasure, she'd forgotten who all she'd entered. And now? Now she didn't care so long as she got to cum again.
So once she'd heard the ringing confirmation of the information being transfered to her phone. She gave a few more pumps of her fist before pulling it free of her inner walls, shivering as what had been stuck behind the dam of her hand was released. Adding to the lake it'd begun creating underneath her.
She had ten minutes. Ten minutes to become presentable...and get to her new destination.
She adjusted her uniform, licked her hand clean, stepped out of her seat. Her juices along the floor splashing against her heels. Giving a glance to her screen to ensure she could at least pick her new master or mistress from a crowd if need be, she was on her way.
----in front of the college--
It would have taken longer if the instant transport hadn't been set up for her work. But as it were, she was there with a minute to spare. Making her way into the lobby and looking around.
Perhaps she'd ask at the front desk how to find her new master or mistress?
She could feel the eyes on her. The roaming of them made her tremble and her cheeks flushed. She wondered if they could see the excitement dripping down onto her white stockings, making them a bit transparent in certain spots. Or the way the imprint of her nipples were beginning to show through her top. Perhaps they could smell just how needy she was.
Maybe...maybe she should show them? Her left hand began to trace down her side, lifting up her skirt eeeevvverrr so slowly. Her eyes glazed as she licked at her lips. Just one orgasm would be fine.