Hanna gets arrested

Hanna didn't know how long she knelt there, furiously rubbing herself. An hour? Two? All she knew was that her knees hurt, her pussy was sore, and she would do ANYTHING to cum. It hadn't taken long for her to start begging, and so he'd silenced her with a ball gag. She initially wondered what a retail store manage was doing with a ball gag in his desk, but then she remember exactly why she was kneeling and masturbating right now. He was obviously well used to dealing with 'bimbos' like her.

"Alright, I suppose I should send you off," The man finally said. Hanna looked up hopefully and saw staring at his phone. He started to jerk his cock and she realized he was watching porn. Gay porn. She felt a bit relieved. It hadn't been her, it had been him! Well with his new stimulation he was having no trouble getting it up. She continued to finger herself as she looked up at him, waiting for him to remove the gag so he could finish in her mouth.

Except he didn't. Remove the gag that is. Instead he started to cum, shooting rope after rope onto her face. He smiled in satisfaction and put his phone, and his cock, away, "You're still going? You can stop. You've paid for the dress."

He reached down and remove the gag, then pushed his chair back so she could stand.

She did and bowed her head, "Thank you sir."

He waved her off, "Get out of here."

Hanna quickly did, not stopping to wipe the cum from her face. She was almost to the door to outside when she remembered. She glanced back over her shoulder. No doubt they'd say no if she asked to use their bathroom. She could rub it on her hands but...

A wicked idea came over her instead.

She summoned the rulebook.

New Rule: Women cannot intentionally remove semen from their bodies without permission from a man.

She reached a hand up to touch her face and found that she just couldn't bring herself to do it. She grinned. A new rule was perfect. Her previous rule about semen having health benefits might have led to more women swallowing than before, but surely right now there was a woman someone getting cum on her face, or tits, or even in her pussy. She'll be shocked when she can't remove it, understand it's a rule but be entirely reliant on her partner to help her out.

She stepped outside and immediately started getting looks. Of course between her hair, her dress, and her facial there was a lot to catch the eye. She didn't mind. In fact, she desperately wanted that attention. There was a throbbing need between her legs. So much stimulation, so little relief. She needed a cock inside her. Now!

She had to be a little careful as she walked. She wasn't sure if this dress was meant to be worn without panties or not, but she felt like each step threatened to expose her pussy to the world, or perhaps it did. She felt quite the breeze down there, but stopping to call attention to it wouldn't help her case. Not that that would be so bad, but she was in public right now. She wasn't trying to get arrested or anything.

She saw a bar and stopped for a second. That could be a good place to pick a guy up, couldn't it? She turned and headed inside. Unfortunately it was nearly empty, which made sense for early afternoon on a Sunday. She sidling up to the bar and sat down, "I'll have a shot of tequila." She said.

The bartender looked her up and down, "Um...you know you have cum on your face?"

Hanna nodded, "Yeah, did you know it's a rule now? The jerk wouldn't give me permission."

"Really? Ugh. Yeah, men are like that. I guess you really need this huh," The woman poured two shots glasses, pushing one to Hanna and keeping one her herself. She winked at Hanna, "So you don't drink alone."

Hanna smiled and they clicked their glasses and downed their shots. It burned and brought even more heat to her cheeks. She smiled and looked around, "Not a lot of eligible bachelor's in here, huh?"

"Nope. The picking is slim I'm afraid. If you're real desperate, Phil in the corner over there...well...a woman has needs right? He's ugly as fuck, old, racist and misogynistic but also surprisingly well hung. Despite his flaws he's your best shot in here."

"Really?" Hanna asked, "What about that guy?" She pointed to a man drinking alone in the corner.

"Oh no, don't even talk to him," The bartender said, "He's a freak..." She lowered her voice and whispered like she was saying a curse, "a monogamist!"

Hanna raised an eyebrow. She hadn't been aware that her rule making multiple female partners had turned men with a single women into 'freaks', but of course she didn't really care. She shrugged, "You said he's racist and misogynistic? Is he really going to let me cum?"

"Oh ya," The bartender nodded, "He'll say all kinds of disgusting things while doing it, but he loves making 'insert slur' cum on his 'superior white dick'" She said, making air quotes with her fingers, "Don't say I didn't warn you though."

Hanna nodded, "Thanks for the drink, oh..." She'd once again forgotten that she didn't control her money. She could use the rulebook, but she figured she'd try to pay for once, "I just have to get permission from Master to pay, how much do I owe you?"

The bartender waved her off, "It's on me. Go get it girl."

Hanna smiled and then walked over to Phil, "Afternoon Sir, I-"

"You want some of this white dick huh?" Phil said. He looked her up and down, "I see you're not only a whore, but also a slut. Look at 'cha! Wow. Show me your titties."

"If you-"

"NOW!" Phil barked.

Hanna sighed and pulled the dress to reveal her tits.

Phil stared at her, as if he were memorizing every detail of her tits. Then he nodded, "Now your cunt."

Hanna just had to slid the dress a little to put herself fully on display.

"Alright. Your face is disgusting, but your pussy look fuckable enough."

"Could I wipe the cum away? To be more presentable for you of course sir." Hanna asked.

"Nah, I'm not gonna kiss you or nutting. I prefer to take Asian bitches from behind. That way I can slap their asses while we fuck. So we doing this?" Phil stood up, "Come along ching chong." He started walking away.

Hanna mouthed the words 'ching chong' in confusion, but shrugged and followed him. He led her outside and then into an alley. She felt uncomfortable just being here, but she was so horny and desperate for dick she was willing to put up with it.

"Ready to taste my white dick?" Phil asked.

"Why don't you put it in my pussy instead?" Hanna asked, "Sir?"

"Later. First you're gonna gag on it." Phil said, "So get down and-"

Phil stopped as they were suddenly not alone in the alley. A pair of police officers had entered and were staring them down, "What's going on in here?" The first woman asked.

Hanna opened and closed her mouth. She hadn't anticipated this. She didn't know what to do. She just wanted to get fucked, why was it so complicated?

Unlike Hanna, Phil didn't freeze, "This woman is a prostitute! She was trying to get me to buy her services! Of course I said no, but was really selling hard."

The officer turned to Hanna, "Is that right?"

"I am not a prostitute!" Hanna said. She couldn't even think straight.

"Is that semen on your face? The evidence would suggest otherwise."

"I just didn't get permission from the last guy...wait, no. It's not what it seems. I tried to buy some clothes but I didn't have any money..." Hanna realized she wasn't helping her case.

"I think we've heard enough. We'll sort this out back at the station. Let's go sugar tits." The officer took out handcuffs and approached Hanna.

Hanna thought about using the rulebook to save herself, but she didn't even know what to write. Before she knew it she was cuffed behind her back and being pushed into the back of a police car. Now she was physically unable to write in the rulebook and on her way to the police station accused of prostituting herself. And she STILL hadn't been fucked! What a disaster!