Short stories

Chastity

a forward facing shot up Cara's skirt while she's sitting in a chair

“Beth, are you listening?” Her boss’s voice was stern, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her cunt. She pressed her lips together to keep from moaning in response. Like a bitch in heat, she was. Swallowing hard, she scooted forward in her chair, then stopped when it caused the belt to press deeper between …