Tied and abandoned...

Vanessa just lay there, unable to move, her humiliation mixed with a feeling of deep sexual satisfaction like she'd never known. She had never come like that before. It had been an orgasm that involved all of her, body and soul, and she didn't know what to make of it, what to make of herself now. Was that truly who she was?.

Mr. Taylor was staring at her as he caught his breath. He reached out and ran a hand appreciatively over her trembling body.

"So it wasn't just a game, was it Vanessa?" he asked her softly. "It was something you wanted, wasn't it?"

She didn't say anything. She was too ashamed, too confused.

He got up and put on his shorts and pants, picked up his shoes and his shirt. He paused at the door and said. "This never happened, did it, Vanessa?"

She shook her head, her eyes still closed so he wouldn't see the tears.

"I'll be in touch little whore... you haven't seen the last of me... nor I of you and your tight slutty ass..." he said as he left her tied to the bed sucking the last of his cum from her panties gagging her mouth... what a filthy whore she was...

Vanessa was laying in a pool of her own cum wearing her whore corset, hooker heels and stockings, thick makeup smeared on her face, gagged with sperm soaked black shiny panties. As she took stock of her situation she was struggling in constant terror that her mother and sister might come home and discover her tied to her bed.

While being caught in this position was a terrifying prospect there was also a feeling of excitement that she felt in her pussy at the prospect of being caught however the shame would far outweigh any pleasantness... as she got her left hand free she began to subconciously play with her pussy and pinch her clit as she continued to suck sperm from her panties....