apologise properly

Anna was still on all fours, her fiery-red, glowing arse thrust high into the air, her baby-smooth cunt wide open and dripping. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, yet between her legs there was a tell-tale throbbing.

Leonie looked at her sternly. “This time, you’ll apologise properly, Mrs Berger. Not just with your tits. Jamal wants your mouth for it. And afterwards, you’ll rub his cum all over yourself – just as a good, humiliated woman should.”

Anna swallowed hard, her face burning with shame. “Yes… I’ll do it… please…,” she whispered in a choked voice.

Jamal stepped right in front of her. His thick, black cock stood straight up, the glans already glistening with pre-cum. Anna sat up on her knees, her heavy, plump tits hanging down heavily. With trembling hands, she poured the warm oil over her breasts until they glistened and dripped.

She pressed her large, soft tits tightly around his hard shaft, enveloping him completely, and began to move them slowly up and down. At the same time, she leaned forward, opened her full, sensual lips and took the thick glans into her mouth. Jamal groaned deeply and thrust slowly.

Anna sucked him greedily, whilst at the same time massaging her oily tits around his cock. Her tongue circled the glans, sucked on it, licked along the shaft, whilst her tits clamped tightly around him from below. The smacking, wet sound of her lips and the slippery slapping of her tits filled the room.

Jamal was now really fucking her mouth and between her tits. Sometimes deep down her throat, sometimes between her gleaming breasts. Anna gagged slightly; saliva ran from the corners of her mouth over her tits, mixing with the oil.

“Just like that… apologise properly with that horny slutty mouth of yours,” Jamal growled.

After a few minutes, he tensed. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, held it right in front of her face and came – with a deep, animalistic groan.

The first thick, white spurts landed straight into her open mouth, on her tongue, over her lips. Then he kept cumming: long, thick strands over her cheeks, her chin, her neck, and in thick streams over her heavy tits. It was a massive load. Warm, sticky, everywhere.

Anna gasped, the cum running from the corner of her mouth.

Leonie stood beside her and ordered quietly: “Now rub it in. All of it. Nice and slow and thorough.”

Anna obeyed, trembling. With both hands, she began to massage Jamal’s cum into her skin. She spread it over her plump tits, rubbed it into her nipples until they glistened and were hard. Then deeper down over her stomach, her hips, even over her red, bruised arse. Finally, she spread her thighs and rubbed the remaining semen between her legs – right over her baby-smooth, sensitive cunt. She massaged it into her labia, over her clitoris and a little way into the wet opening.

Her whole body was now glistening with semen and oil. The smell was overwhelming.

Leonie smiled coldly. “That was the apology. But because you’ve been inappropriate for the second time, there are additional punishments.”

“No shower here. You’re going home exactly as you are: covered in cum, red arse, cum everywhere. And Jamal wants your bra and knickers as an extra humiliation. He’s keeping them.”

Jamal grinned and held out his hand. “Put on your thin summer dress. Nothing else.”

“But… I can’t do that!” protested Anna quietly and desperately. Her voice trembled with shame. “The dress is far too thin… without a bra and knickers… people will see everything! And I… I smell of sex! Please, Leonie, this is too much…”

Leonie remained utterly unyielding and shook her head.

“Yes, you can. That is precisely the point of the punishment, Mrs Berger. No more discussion. Just put on your thin summer dress. Nothing else.”

Anna swallowed hard, tears of humiliation welling up in her eyes. With a crimson flush on her face, she slipped into the light, pale blue summer dress. The thin, almost see-through fabric immediately clung to her cum-smeared body like a second skin. Jamal’s thick, white load was still stuck everywhere: long, sticky streaks ran across her neck, her cleavage and her big tits. In several places, the light fabric had become transparent, so that her dark, rock-hard nipples showed through clearly and unmistakably. Thick, damp cum stains were visible on her breasts, her stomach and even her hips.

Between her legs, the fabric was already dark and wet – a mixture of her own pussy juice and the remaining cum she’d worked into herself. It trickled slowly and warmly down the insides of her thighs. The intense, heavy smell of fresh cum, horny pussy and pure sex clung to her distinctly.

Leonie opened the door and smiled coldly.

“Have a nice journey home, Mrs Berger. See you at your next appointment.”

Anna left the spa with her head bowed, her legs slightly bow-legged so that the sticky cum wouldn’t rub any more against the fabric. Outside, she felt every draught beneath her short dress. Her tits bounced freely; her nipples rubbed against the thin fabric with every step and remained rock-hard.

She had to take the bus. The journey took twenty-five minutes. The bus was packed. Anna had to stand. The strong, unmistakable smell of sex slowly spread. People stared at her – openly. Men gawped at her see-through breasts and the hard nipples that stood out clearly. A few grinned lecherously; one even licked his lips. A middle-aged woman wrinkled her nose and looked her up and down with disgust. Anna stood there, her face burning red, clenched her thighs together and felt fresh juices running from her smooth cunt and slowly trickling down her thigh. She felt like a cheap, used slut – and that was exactly what made her even hornier.

Once home, she hurriedly shut the door behind her. She could barely make it to the living room. With a **** moan, she threw herself onto the sofa, pulled her dress up to her hips, spread her legs wide and immediately shoved three fingers deep into her dripping, baby-smooth cunt.

“Oh God… I’m such a bloody whore…”, she gasped as she fucked herself hard and fast. With her other hand, she kneaded her tits, still smeared with cum, rubbing Jamal’s dried cum deeper into her skin. She came within two minutes – screaming loudly, her body twitching, a small gush of juice squirting over her hand and the sofa.

But it wasn’t enough. She carried on masturbating all evening, over and over again, until she lay there completely exhausted and trembling – her fingers deep inside her smooth cunt, her face and tits still reeking of cum, whilst she recalled every single humiliation.