Naomi eats the rest of it

Naomi knelt there for what seemed like so long, it must have been at least twenty minutes. Her arms were so tired from being held above her head, her knees were so sore, and she felt so disgusting at being covered in sticky come. A few drops of it had dripped from her chin onto the floor in front of her.

Finally the key clicked in the lock and the door screeched open, then closed and locked, and the high heels of Clara’s boots clicked towards her. She smiled the whole way as Naomi watched her out of the eye that wasn’t glued shut. She wondered why Clara wore a collar too, and whether she was a ****, or if it was just for show. Her big boobs were squashed beneath her black bustier.

Clara crouched in front of Naomi, smiling with her thin pink lips the whole time. Her long blonde hair nearly touched the floor.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Clara said.

Naomi couldn’t wait to get all of this come off her body, but Clara didn’t unlock the handcuffs yet. She smirked as her finger slid up Naomi’s waist, scooping up a blob of come. Naomi winced in anticipation as the finger approached her mouth.

“Stick out your tongue,” Clara said.

Naomi looked defiantly at Clara, but did as she was told. The finger slid across her tongue, and all she could taste was the cold, salty come. She was about to pull the tongue back to swallow it—

“Not yet,” Clara said. “Hold it all on you tongue for now, I’ll tell you when you’re allowed to swallow.”

Naomi felt so uncomfortable with the taste of it all over her tongue, and Clara must have seen it in her face, in her eyes, as she smiled brighter than ever.

Clara scraped all the come from Naomi’s waist, and stuck it to her tongue, filling it. Her eyes watered at the gross taste and texture; it was like having wet flour stuck to her tongue, only it tasted worse.

“Put your tongue back in,” Clara said. “But don’t swallow yet. Keep your mouth open.”

Naomi put her tongue back in her mouth, feeling like she might throw up at any moment as Clara gathered the come from her boobs, stroking her nipples as she did. She placed the finger in Naomi’s mouth, scraping the come on Naomi’s bottom teeth.

Next she slid the finger under Naomi’s chin, gathering more and Naomi’s mouth was so full now. She was close to tears at the taste of it. She just wished Clara would let her swallow now so she could get out of these handcuffs. Her arms had no feeling in them, and her knees were so sore.

When the cheeks and the forehead were cleared, and the eye was unstuck, Clara smirked at her for a moment.

“Now you can swallow, ****,” she said.

Naomi tipped her tongue back, taking as big a gulp as she could. The come had bubbled up in her mouth, and she thought it would come back up at first, luckily it didn’t. It took a couple more gulps for her to get rid of the rest, it was all she could taste now though. She felt like she was about to retch at any moment.

Finally the handcuffs were unlocked, and Naomi massaged her wrists, waiting for the ankles to be released, but they weren’t.

“Now it’s time to clean the floor,” Clara said

Naomi looked down at the drops of come that had dripped onto the dirty tiles in front of her. She shook her hands to get some feeling into them. Maybe earlier she might’ve refused to lick come up off the floor, but her knees were hurting so much now, and she still felt gross and sticky. She just wanted to get this over with.

She leaned forward on her hands, leaning her head down, hair brushing against the floor.

“Look up,” Clara said. “Look at me as you lick it up.”

Naomi lifted her eyes as she approached a blob, sticking her tongue out and it felt so gross as it stuck to the tip of it. She scooped it up with a suck and swallowed it quickly, gulping it down. She lapped up the next one with her tongue, then sucked up the last couple of drops as quick as she could, she was use to the taste now, it was all she could taste.