Work...

Calling you a slut, a whore, a bitch and a number of other derogatory names, Sarah uses your face to fully enjoy her orgasm. You end up completely soaked in the process, and since her orgasm lasts much longer than yours, you feel battered and exhausted by the time she finishes.

"Clean me up, cumslut." Sounding like she's in a a good mood, Sarah has you lick all of the leftover juices from her slit, leaving you with a lingering taste of pussy in your mouth.

As she dresses herself again, Sarah's nose works visibly, and after a few moments, she looks at you. "Did you cum?"

You can't tell if she's angry or not, but you know lying about it won't end well, so you nod hesitantly. Sarah looks slightly amused, but also exasperated. "Figures a slut like you would cream yourself giving head, but I never told you that you could cum...I'm going to have to do something about that in the future. At least you only got yourself this time. But, you don't have a change of clothing on you, so..."

You flush, realizing it is a little inconvenient. Unlike Sarah, who had someone to clean her up, you've got a full load drenching the interior of your pants...

"Well, looks like you'll have to buy some after we get to work! I get a 30% employee discount, so let me put it through for you...You can pay back the difference."

You nod weakly, just glad she isn't too upset over it. It figures she'd keep the amount saved by the discount...Buying a yourself a pair of jeans isn't too bad of a punishment.

Feeling sticky and uncomfortable, you get into the passenger seat while Sarah drives. "You smell like a pussy. It suits you." Snickering, obviously in a good mood, Sarah almost cheerfully makes a remark as the two of you head over to the mall - and Sarah's workplace.

The moment the two of you arrive, you're rushed into the staff washroom and tossed a pair of jeans that Sarah has picked out for you. "Try to get rid of the stench. I know you're a cum whore, but I'll get complaints if you make the store smell like it."

You wash yourself as best you can using the sink, tuck away your old clothing, and put on the jeans. They fit well enough, though Sarah didn't bother getting you any underwear, and your old pair is out of the question. You can't tell if Sarah's intentionally or unintentionally making you go commando, but you doubt she'll do more than laugh at you if you bring it up.

Once you're out of the washroom, Sarah gestures at a receipt on the front counter. "That's for your pants. You can pay me back whenever." Her malicious smirk worries you...

You doubt delaying is wise, whatever she says...picking up the receipt, your eyes widen. Sarah must have picked the most expensive pair of pants in the store...you read the pre-discount price as being just under $200.

Thinking about it for a second, it makes sense that Sarah would pick the priciest option. She's making 30% of it as a profit after all. You just feel grateful that the clothing store isn't too upscale...it could have been much worse.

You don't have that much on you in cash though...