She has you strip, before having her way with you

"Take off your sweater." She has to repeat the command before you obey.

Humiliation washes over you as you lift the sweater over your head, exposing your overflowing pink bra. She tells you to take it off as well. You reach behind your back and unclasp the bra. Your breasts, freed of their confine-ment, settle on your chest.

"Your nipples are hard," Donna says. She runs her hands over your bare tit-flesh. You shudder as her fingers make contact with your straining nipples.

She grasps one between thumb and finger and twists, slowly, sending pain pulsing from your twisted nipple to your clit. She smiles at your reaction and repeats the process on your other nipple. This time you gasp. Donna leans in as if she is going to kiss or suck your nipples, but at the last moment she lifts her head and instead slaps your breasts, leaving rough red marks with each strike across your sensitive flesh. You cry out after the third slap.

She continues for several more.

"Take off your skirt," she instructs. You obey, unzipping the skirt and shedding it down your legs. You step out of it and stend before her, naked but for your white thong and your high-heel shoes. You turn around for her twice.

Your breasts have become very red and tender from the slapping she gave them.

Donna reaches down and gently cups your mons. You shudder at the feeling of her palm pressing against your aching clit.

"You're soaked through," she observes. "Did he spew his seed into you?"

"Yes," you answer, averting your gaze, trying to look at anything but the woman with her hand on your pussy.

"But that's not just him, is it? This is turning you on." She doesn't wait for you to answer. "Bend over my desk. Slowly. That's nice. Lower your face to the desk and stick your ass up high."

You follow her every instruction. The surface of the desk is cold against your bare breasts. Donna carresses your ass, squeezing each cheek, and then delivers a sudden and powerful smack that echoes in the small office.

"Ah!" you cry, instinctively trying to stand up. Donna shoves you back down and then spanks you several times, her hand slapping loudly against your firm cheeks and leaving stinging marks on the pale bikini triangle of your ass. The pain throbs in your ass even after she has relented and the resulting shameful heat suffuses your body. Donna's hand again cups your mound, she squeezes it, the juices of your pouting peach soaking through your thong's triangle of fabric. You sway your hips from side to side, inviting her to do more than squeeze.

"You little slut," Donna laughs. "I didn't know you were a lesbo too. That's right, isn't it? A little lesbo slut?"

"Yes," you sigh, admitting it to yourself as you say it aloud.

Her hand tightens on your swollen mound. Her fingers massage your clit through the fabric and her thumb follows the strip of cloth into the crack of your ass, pressing against your tight hole. Donna's pudgy fingers squirm under the fabric and she strokes you, elliciting a coo of pleasure. You lift your head and look back at her, lips parted in pleasure, hair swept across your face. She pushes your head back down to the desk, holding it fast with one hand while she explores your pussy with her other. Her fingers slip inside you.

"You're so wet," she says, sloshing her fingers in and out of your pussy. "I can feel his cum. You're a filthy girl."

She draws her fingers out of you with a slurp. A moment later her hand is before your face, her fingers glistening wet, dripping with Ted's white, foamy load.

"Lick it off," she commands, thrusting her fingers against your lips. You open your mouth and lick her fingers as they press across your tongue. The salty taste of cum is combined with your own familiar tang. You suck every drop from her fingers, moaning as she takes her hand away and scoops out more, feeding it to you again, leaning against your ass as she watches you cleaning the spunk from her hand. She is satisfied at last. "That's good, Rebecca."

"Maybe you have a medical condition. I think I've read about it before on the Internet. Really bad girls who need to be fucked. Ted's not going to do that for you, Rebecca. You need to come to someone who knows how to fuck." She walks around so you can see her and lifts her skirt. As you watch, she fits a condom over a purple strapon molded into the shape of a large penis. "I have just what you need."