Cum Breath

Katelyn walks out of Max's office, dressed as she was before she'd entered, minus the weighted dildo which was now in her purse and the gaffer tape holding Max's and her unknown lover from this morning's cum inside her.

Approaching her desk Katelyn see's John staring at her as she approaches, Katelyn suddenly becomes very conscious of her massive tits bouncing provocatively in her skin-tight red dress.

Seeing that Sarah isn't at her desk, Katelyn takes the opportunity to complete Max's instruction and leans down in front of John, giving him a look deep into her soft inviting cleavage before breathing deeply into his face.

John is stunned, taken aback by his fantasy woman breathing her hot breath directly into his face.

"Is that?" John asked.

"Yes," Katelyn said, embarrassed and moving away all too quickly for John's liking, trying not to be noticed by anyone else.

"Holy fuck, you've got my cum on your breath," John exclaimed.

"The fucker really did it. I thought he was a creepy freak wanting my cum, but I thought what the hell. Did he make you eat it?"

Katelyn blushed as she bounced her chair forward, her tits stealing John's gaze again.

"Stop it," Katelyn hissed.

"It was a one-time thing, John, and if you even look at me the wrong way again, I'm going to call HR, Sarah, the police, and everyone so fast, you're going to wish you were never born."

John looked confused and then smiled at Katelyn, "That's not what I hear."

Katelyn felt her stomach drop. "What do you mean?"

"Max told me that when you came back from lunch, you would have eaten my cum, and he would have you breathe your cum breath in my face," Max explained.

"So," Katelyn responded, knowing she wasn't going to get away with threatening John but had hoped to buy herself at least an afternoon of peace.

"Well, he also said that when you came back, there would be a name I could call you, a magic word if you like that would unlock a sexual favour from you".

John knew he was onto something as he watched Katelyn's face start to burn red.

"Well, I don't know about that, but I do know that you're behind on your work and your girlfriend will be back in any minute, so you'd better start ignoring me and get back to work."

"Oh, I'll be working, Cum breath", John tried, looking at Katelyn for a reaction.

"Working on finding that magic name".

Katelyn felt her stomach tighten and heard it gurgle with John's cum inside as she sat nervously, listening to him whisper a myriad of offensive phrases at her trying to guess the correct one.

"So it's not cum breath; how about dick muncher, titty fucker, pussy stretcher, anal princess, ball sucker?"

Katelyn's eyes snapped to John as she said ball sucker; shooting up from her desk, she stormed away; her face dropped as John called her ball sucker. John followed Katelyn out of the office, pulling her into the store cupboard.

"I was close, wasn't I," John said.

Katelyn couldn't say anything; she just blushed even harder.

Max had told her before she'd gone back to her desk that whilst John wasn't allowed to fuck her if he guessed Katelyn's new nickname just for John, then she'd have to comply with the name whenever he wanted.

Here, she was stuffed in a store cupboard with one of her subordinates being barraged with offensive phrases in the hope that, at some point, they'd be able to **** her into sexual servitude.

Katelyn closed her eyes as John continued his barrage of names at her, a tear dropping from her left eye as she listened.

As John reaches a hand to Katelyn's face to brush away the tear, he can see. Katelyn's eyes snap open at the sudden contact.

Stepping back and wiping her face, Katelyn tells John to leave her alone. He has no right to touch her.

Katelyn noticed John's sudden silence and looked at his confused expression for a moment before he said anything to her.

"Hello there, are you a naughty little kitty?"

Now, it was Katelyn's turn to be confused. Looking down at her hands, she realized what she'd done. When touching her face, she'd wiped off the foundation she'd applied this morning to cover the latent cat features Max had drawn onto her face.

In one instance, Katelyn realised she was standing in front of John, with his cum in her mouth and stomach and cat whiskers and a black tip of her nose. Her stomach again growled with hunger and embarrassment.

Panicking, Katelyn took out a mirror from her purse and reapplied the makeup to the sound of John calling her every cat-related name he could think of, pussy licker, cum cat, until Katelyn burst out of the store cupboard and went back to her desk.

When John returned, he had a peace offering for Katelyn. Sarah was at the desk, too and glared at him for bringing something for Katelyn but not for her.

"Look, I'm sorry for being a creep earlier, Katelyn" Max started.

"It was wrong of me, and I know you're so much more than a pair of tits in a tight dress," Katelyn blushed, and Sarah shouted, "John!".

"Anyway, I could hear that you're hungry, so I brought you a piece offering, a cookie and a cup of coffee, I hope you can accept them as way of an apology".

Katelyn was shocked, partly from John's continued public humiliation of her in front of his girlfriend and partly from his offer of food and drink; Max had told Katelyn that she had to eat what she was told to and must ask him if she wanted to eat something more.

Katelyn was hungry, and John was correct, but as he sat the plate on her desk, the cookie she'd been given looked less than appetising.

"I hope you like it," John said, placing a mug of coffee next to the cookie.

The cookie was a large white chocolate chip cookie from the vending machine, but Katelyn could see that on top of the cookie, looking like icing, was a thick layer of John's cum. Katelyn looked at John, shocked.

"I," she started to say but couldn't think of anything else to say. She had her orders and was so desperately hungry, and the cookie had looked so good in her mind.

Not wanting to make a scene, Katelyn tried to avoid John's gaze as she picked up the cookie, instantly getting his cum over her fingers as he watched her take a small exploratory bite.

Feeling the soggy cookie touch her tongue, Katelyn could taste the unmistakable taste of warm cum. Grimacing as she ate but **** for her almost empty stomach to stop growling, Katelyn hungrily ate the soggy cookie.

Disgusted with herself and tasking nothing but John's watery cum Katelyn took a long sip of her coffee; placing the cup back onto the desk, Katelyn looked into the mug, now recognising the tainted taste of her coffee as she saw a swirl of white mixed through her coffee, she realised John had cum in her drink too.

Heartbroken, Katelyn makes her way back to Max's office, **** for some escape from this sick creep she's being taunted by and at least a chance to spend some time with Max.