A Jockstrap

Inside was her worse nightmare, a nasty used jock strap. Her stomach turned as she knew what she had to do. She grabbed it with two fingers and held it up. It smelled horrendous, as she suppressed a gag.

Maggie hated everything about this, but didn't want this to last any longer than necessary. She grabbed the camera, walked to the center aisle turning it on, and placed it on a bench facing the lockers. It was now or never, she walked to the lockers and sat down on the floor. She looked into the camera, spread her legs and stuffed the nasty jock strap into her mouth. It took a lot more effort than she expected to get it all in her mouth. She felt like a chipmunk with her mouth so full and her cheeks puffed. The taste was worse than the smell, but with her mouth so full, if she vomited she would surly ****.

It took her a few moments to calm her stomach and keep its contents down, but she finally cleared her mind and started to masturbate.

At first, in spite of her body's arousal, she only mechanically did as directed. But after only a few moments, her body took over. Her fingers pushed harder and faster as her need for satisfaction grew till she slipped into another world. She wasn't in the locker room any longer. Her entire world centered on her pussy. The jock strap filling her mouth with a taste of male essence only pushed her deeper into her need for a climax.

Five minutes later, two then three fingers were buried deep inside her and her thumb was punishing her engorged nub. At the ten minute mark, her other hand was pinching her nipples and her fingers were a blur and she was groaning around her nasty gag. Just as she was about to have a massive climax, she heard a noise. Her body froze her hand still buried deep in her snatch.

She jumped up and jerked the strap from her mouth. She stood listening intently praying she didn't hear anything else. She grabbed the camera and rushed to the locker and tossed both the strap and camera inside. She had no idea how long she masturbated, but she couldn't get caught. She rushed to the main door and pushed her ear against it, hoping she heard nothing, when then she heard the noise again. It was behind her. She turned and screamed as a rat ran across the floor. No longer caring she opened the door and ran out of the room.

Maggie was in full panic mode now and ran down the halls. She burst into her office and dropped to the floor. She cried and trembled as the entire experience flooded her brain. Her body was still very aroused and she needed to cum in the worst way. Her hand drifted back down to her slit, but when her fingers grazed her lips, her stomach convulsed. If she did anything more she would explode. Remembering her rules, she groaned and slowly stood to get dressed.