Lillian: diary of a LITTLE SLUT

33 - Winter is cumming

I was so completely overwhelmed and baffled by the entire situation... Tom helped me get up on my knees and then led me out the door and to the car. The entire ride home, I tried to figure out who mouthed that muffled »thank you«, but I couldn't. I couldn't figure out, which co-worker's dick I just sucked.

I shook my head.

I never in a million years imagined that I would once have one of my colleagues penis' in my mouth.

I still couldn't believe myself.

I've got an affair with my boss, and now I sucked another one of my co-worker's dick.

Damn.

What is wrong with me?

And why did I get wet again, when I sat in the car, thinking about it?

When we finally got to Tom's place, he bent me over the edge of the bed and fucked me hard from behind.

I was so wet and aroused the entire night.

And Tom made it even worse, by saying things like »you were such a good girl«, or »you did an amazing job... such a hungry mouth on my little slut...«.

Damn.

Saturday, July 16, 2022

When I woke up this morning, I saw that Tom was still sleeping next to me. I still felt light-headed, when I opened my eyes. The entire thing with the gloryhole was so totally crazy... I reached over to check my phone, to see what time it is... but then I realized, that my phone wasn't on my nightstand.

I sat up in bed and looked through the open door into the living room. I thought about last night... I tried to figure out where the hell my purse was. I didn't remember putting it down somewhere in the living room, when we came home last night.

So, I carefully stood up and walked silently into the living room. My eyes travelled from the couch, to the kitchen counter... Nothing.

And then suddenly Tom stood behind me. He reached around me and hugged me from behind. My hands instinctively travelled to his forearm, which he had draped around my upper body... squeezing my breasts.

He kissed my neck.

»Do you remember, where I put my purse, last night?«

»Good morning to you, too, Miss Baker,« Tom answered.

»Sorry. Good morning, Mister Gage,« I said and smiled.

But I still tried to figure out where my purse was.

»So?«, I asked.

»No, I don't. I don't think you were carrying a purse last night.«

»But, I had one with me. My phone and my keys are in there,« I said.

»Maybe you left it in the car!?«

»Yeah... maybe...«, I mumbled.

I guess Tom sensed that I wasn't really sure, because he said:

»Where did you have it last?«

I thought about it, but I couldn't really remember.

»I know I left my apartment with it. And I had it at the club,« I said.

Tom spun me around and kissed me on the lips.

»Come on... Let's have a look and see if it's in the car. If not... I'll drive you back to the club. I'm sure it'll turn up.«