Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 153(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
I can tell that you're worried about getting caught...
But such a prospect also turns you on.
Doesn't it?
I shake my head, but the Devil only laughs at this.
There's no point lying.
Not with my phone zoomed in on your sweet little cunt.
Did he just say he has his phone...zoomed in?
On my pussy?
How about I give you a choice?
Is that his new way of saying he wants to play another game that I'm likely bound to lose?
You can choose to touch yourself while I watch...
Or you can simply end the call and step out of the cubicle.
My eyes widen.
That's it?
There isn't a catch.
If that really is the truth, then can I really go just like that?
Now...choose.
There's only one thing that any self-respecting woman should do at this point.
Right?
But the problem is...
Self-respect is the last thing on my mind when I'm feeling like this, and as my pussy throbs harder and harder with every second that passes, things like logic and morals gradually cease to matter, and all that I have left is...desire.
I want this, oh God.
I want the Devil.
I want him to keep making me do terribly wicked things like touching myself in a public restroom while there's a girl in the cubicle next to mine, and God, oh God, oh, oh, oh—-
My entire body buckles as I start playing with my clit, and I can only feel helpless and mesmerized and all the more aroused as my own face stares back at me from my phone.
I look like the Devil's slut with my lips parted open like that, and I hear the Devil release a low, growling sound as I start rubbing my clit just a little faster and harder.
Open your legs wider.
Make your clit pop out so that every flick of your finger will make you want to scream.
The utter wickedness of what he's asking nearly makes me cry out, but when I do as he says and force my legs to open wider—-
Oh God!
My clit pops out like he says it would, and even though I manage to keep myself from making any noise, a jolt of tortuous pleasure strikes my flesh at the first flick of my fingers, and I accidentally lose hold of my phone.
Thud!
The other girls gasp at the sound of my cellphone hitting the floor, and I hastily scramble to pick it up.
Don't stop touching yourself.
I stare at my phone in horror. Seriously?
You heard me.
"Is someone here?" one of the other girl asks.
Keep your eyes on this phone.
"It's the stall next to Marie's," I hear another girl whisper.
And no matter what—-
"Oh my God, I know those shoes."
Keep playing with your clit until you make yourself cum.
My emotions are a complete mess, and my body even more so when I reach for my clit and start playing with it even as the other girls outside my cubicle start whispering among themselves.
I'm more dismayed than surprised when I hear my name pop out, but it's as if I'm trapped in a cage of my own making, and I just can't seem to stop touching myself.
I know it's only a matter of time before one of them tries to take a peek, but my fingers are still furiously rubbing my clit like having a climax is my only goal in life.
Imagine it's the Devil touching you.
If it were my fingers on your clit...
How do you think I'd play with it?
The answer to this comes to me hard and fast, just like how I imagine he'd try to make me cum. If it were the Devil rubbing my clit, he'd know I'd want him to be gentle and careful, and that's why he'd be the opposite.
He's going to be rough.
Forceful.
Dominant.
And just when I try to imitate how I imagine the Devil would play with my clit—-
That's also the moment I see a pair of hands curling over the top of the door.
Oh God!
Don't you dare fucking stop.
My fingers continue wreaking havoc over my clit even as a marriage of fear and lust tears through me when I hear the other girls giggle.
It's only a matter of time before I get caught, only a matter of time when others will see for themselves how the Devil's turned me into a slut—-
God, oh God, oh God!
Thunderous bolts of pleasure stab my pussy as I start to cum, but none of the girls sees me shatter...since the fire alarm just so happens to go out at the same time.
The girls gasp as they hurry out of the restroom, and no one is around by the time I completely break down, and moan after moan slips out of my throat as sticky, creamy cum gushes out of my pussy.
Oh God, when is this going to end?
I'm just cumming and cumming and cumming, and I cum harder than ever when I hear the Devil say he wants me to leave my panties behind before I leave.