Cassandra ''Studies'' The Menu

Cassandra couldn't stop fidgeting as she read over the menu. She knew she had to do as she was told, and yet, thoughts of what The Mistress might be getting up to with Rebecca kept playing through her mind, tempting her to march up there and join in. She was barely focusing on the words in front of her at all, instead picturing the sight of her Mistress opening her mouth to protest her disobedience, only for Cassandra to silence her by shoving her tongue into her mouth. The fantasy devolving quickly as Cassandras new desires had her imagination conjuring up a scenario where her Mistress also gave herself a cock and proceeded to fuck her from behind while Rebecca shoved her dick down her throat. The pair pulling out from either end just in time to blast their loads all over Cassandras pale skin.

Her reverie broke as she heard a crack, followed by small bits of plastic exploding into her mouth. She had started sucking on a pen at some point while fantasizing and she had bitten down hard as she imagined her climax, shattering the end of the writing utensil into pieces.

She grabbed the small waste bin that was behind the desk and started to spit out the plastic. Reaching out, she opened one of the drawers on the desk and pulled out a bottle of water, spitting into the bin one last time to try and get rid of the last of the plastic, she took a swig from the bottle.

''Goddamnit, I need a dick to suck!'' Cassandra cried out as she smacked the bottle down onto the desk. Once again thinking how frustrating it was not to have someone willing to blow a load all over her face, covering her in warm, sticky... disgusting amounts of cum. her train of thought derailed as she suddenly found the idea of looking like she'd fallen into a vat of icing quite unappealing. Worse, the thought of all that cum drying on her skin and hair, ruining her clothes, suddenly made her skin crawl.

Then she remembered what had just happened a moment ago. Mentally retracing what had happened. Watching her Mistresses hips expand, feeling the irresistible impulse to grind against her and kiss her and of course, her Mistress' sly smile as they broke their kiss stuck out in her mind as she now understood the source of the woman's amusement.

Sitting up straight, she whipped the menu open again, she remembered something about strawberry jam, though most of her memory of the moments just after eating the bun where dominated by Rebecca's cock being her sole focus. That said, she also remembered pausing as Rebecca blurted out something about white sprinkles.

Her cheeks blushed as she read the descriptions in the menu. She had no doubt she'd had Strawberry Jam and White Pearl Sprinkles, it was clear from the incessant lewd impulses and the obsession with being covered in cum that had possessed her just moments ago. Though that did leave her with another question, the Menu listed the buns as lasting for hours. Yet, here she was, not even an hour later and the effects had apparently worn off.

She slumped back in her chair as she pondered what might have caused it. Looking at the little Banana sorbet in front of her she decided she may as well look for that in the menu as well, that way she could at least know what to expect. She took another swig from the bottle of water, pausing before setting it down and turning it to read the label. Sure enough, it was their own brand, ''The Palates Pleasure'' written on a dark label wrapped around the clear plastic.

With a sinking feeling, she flipped through the menu again, looking for the drinks section.