Well, what can I say about this chapter? The general did get you all flustered... (this chapter features self-lovin')...
Bathroom Break
You hurried along the corridor to the restroom, quickly entering and shutting the door behind you. Swiftly checking that there was no-one else in any of the stalls, you propped yourself up on one of the sinks, hands on either side to steady yourself. Your breathing was flustered. You slowly looked up at yourself in the mirror, feeling partly ashamed for what stared back at you.
Lipstick strewn across your lips & mouth. Smudged eyeliner. Blushed cheeks. And you could still smell your own saliva from where the General had smeared it across your face, after having assaulted your mouth with his fingers. The percentage of shame you felt was minuscule in comparison to how turned on you were. You felt a throbbing between your legs. You washed your face then proceeded to lock yourself in one of the stalls. Pulling the toilet seat lid down, you sat upon it and spread your legs.
You pushed your pencil skirt up a little, sliding your stockings down to your knees. Slowly and cautiously, you slipped your hands into your underwear. So fucking wet! You knew what the General had done had turned you on, but you'd had no idea you were that aroused. You traced your fingers over your lips, spreading your wetness around, fingers slipping easily inside yourself. You hadn't been that wet in a long time - you were still a little shocked. You held yourself open with one hand as you rubbed your pussy lips gently with the other, casually dipping fingers into yourself, sliding in and out, playing with your slick juices.
You closed your eyes and replayed the memory of the General's fingers in your mouth. Ramming them down your throat. Locating your clit, you slowly began rubbing it in circles, pressing down right there, causing a tingle to surge through you. You bit your lip as images of the General flashed in your mind. You pumped 3 fingers into yourself, feeling the hard nub of your clit, rubbing it with your thumb, sending thunderbolts of pleasure up and down your body.
You pulled your fingers from yourself and rammed them into your mouth, tasting your own essence. You replicated the General's actions on your abused mouth. Your pussy throbbed at what you were doing to yourself. Your other hand slid up and under your work shirt, finding your breasts, as you tenderly played with your nipples, which were already hard and poking against the fabric of your bra. You lightly rolled a nipple between your fingers, which sent jolts of pleasure straight to your cunt.
You removed said hand from under your shirt and went back to pleasuring your pussy, all the while continuing to fuck your mouth with your other hand. Ramming fingers down your throat, with your head thrown back, moaning and beginning to choke and splutter. Thinking of nothing else but the General's cock and how you wished he was in your mouth, in your throat, right at that very second.
Your other hand made obscene squelching noises as you pumped in and out of your cunt, your orgasm quickly building. You pressed against your clit again, to surge your orgasm forward. Your vision turned white as you came hard on your fingers, moaning around the other ones in your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as you bit down hard, moaning raggedly, leaving teeth marks on your hand.
You slumped onto the toilet seat, riding out the waves of pleasure as your orgasm subsided. You stayed with your eyes shut for quite some time before you could re-compose yourself. You slowly sat up, sliding your fingers out of your underwear. You cleaned yourself up a little, then stood pulling up your panties & stockings. You tucked your shirt into your skirt and smoothed down your uniform.
You left the stall, once again checking your face in the mirror. A ruby glow graced your cheeks and your hair was a little mussed. You felt…dirty. Naughty. But in a good way. It had been such a long time since you'd enjoyed pleasures of the flesh, even your own. Sir General Hux had awoken something in you.
You washed up and left the bathroom before returning to work, not before re-applying your make up and fixing your bun, in the hopes that none of your colleagues would suspect a thing.