Izzy awoke to the sticky warmth between her legs, the familiar scent of arousal in the air. It had been the same every morning for the past week. Despite her best efforts to ignore it, the incessant throb in her clit grew stronger by the minute, demanding release. She glanced at the clock, noting that it was 7 AM-another early start to her day of uncontrollable pleasure. With a resigned sigh, she slid her hand down her flat stomach, her fingertips brushing against the saturated fabric of her panties. The material clung to her skin as she peeled it away, exposing her swollen pussy to the cool breeze of her air conditioner. The sudden chill made her gasp, her body already primed for the inevitable climax that seemed to hover just out of reach. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she allowed her thumb to trace the delicate folds of her labia, her breath hitching in anticipation.
Today, however, Izzy had decided to don a skirt for her shift at the bustling downtown restaurant where she worked as both a cook and a server. The floral pattern of the garment did little to hide the dark spots that were already forming around the crotch area, but she hoped the fast pace of the job would distract her from the embarrassment. She had tried every conceivable method to manage her condition-from pads to special underwear-but nothing could contain the relentless flow of her arousal.
The skirt was a bold choice, one that made her feel both vulnerable and strangely liberated. As she stepped out of her apartment and into the fresh morning light, the soft fabric whispered against her thighs, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. She couldn't help but wonder if today would be the day her secret was revealed to the world. The cobblestone streets seemed to vibrate with every step she took, the sensation resonating deep within her core. By the time she reached the restaurant, her pussy was practically begging for relief, and she knew it would be a battle to keep her condition hidden during the hectic hours ahead.
As Izzy orgasm approached, she could feel the warmth spreading through her, and she knew her pussy would soon betray her. The squelching sound grew louder as her juices soaked the floor beneath her. The scent of sex grew more potent, mingling with the aroma of coffee and freshly baked bread. The men at the bar cast furtive glances in her direction, their curiosity piqued by the wet patch that grew larger with every passing second. Mr. Calloway, her stern but secretly concerned boss, walked over, his eyes lingering on the growing stain. He leaned in, his hot breath tickling her ear, and whispered, "Are you wet again, Isabelle?" She nodded, unable to form words as she felt the first spasm of pleasure. His gaze held a mix of annoyance and something else-desire? Concern? She couldn't tell, and frankly, she didn't care. All that mattered was the sweet release that was about to claim her. She hoped the rush of customers wouldn't be too much for her to handle today, but deep down, she knew that she would be a soggy mess by the end of her shift, no matter how hard she tried to keep her condition under wraps.
Mr. Calloway's eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of Isabelle's soaked panties. For a brief moment, his stern expression softened, revealing the concern that lay beneath his gruff exterior. He nodded curtly, his gaze flickering back to the dining area where the first guests were beginning to arrive. "Follow me," he said, his voice low and firm. He led her over to bar counter. Isabelle knew that her condition was becoming a problem, and she feared the repercussions of being caught in such a compromising state. Her boss lifts her onto the bar counter. Men sitting at the bar just watch her, while his eyes never leave hers. "Take a seat," he instructed, his voice a gentle rumble. "Let me see what I can do to help you clean up.".
The men at the bar couldn't help but watch as Mr. Calloway's strong, calloused hand slid under Izzy's skirt. His middle finger easily parted her slick folds, disappearing into her soaking wet pussy. The sound of his digit sinking into her depths filled the otherwise muted restaurant. punctuating the rhythmic clatter of the kitchen. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan that threatened to escape her as he began to gently pump in and out. His thumb found her clit, applying just enough pressure to send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her legs quivered, and she gripped the edge of the counter to keep herself from sliding down to the floor. The customers at the bar leaned in closer, their eyes glued to the obscene display, their own desires stirring as they watched the powerful man in charge tend to his vulnerable employee's needs. The tension in the air was palpable, a silent symphony of lust that seemed to resonate with each stroke of his finger.
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