"Oh my!" Kasumi exclaimed at finding herself kneeling on all fours upon a low table. With the effects of the Magic Cafe's guilt-free treats faded, her bust had diminished back to normal, the slutty makeup had faded, and her yellow print dress was bunched up around her waist. Her naked flesh was still dripping with bukkake slime! Kasumi was mortified to remember all the naughty and horribly rude things she had done since leaving the shop.
She had no idea what had gotten into her, but she liked it!
"Are you alright, K-asumi," Mr. Ichinose asked in concern and dread. He'd hoped to get her cleaned up and back on the street before the effect wore off, but his business partners had kept it up longer than expected and he'd been unable to explain why they should stop.
"Oh, yes," Kasumi murmured with an mildly embarassed flush. "Do you want another round? Only, I am feeling a little worn out." Now that her erotic high was wearing off, she was feeling a mite uncomfortable.
"I... think that's enough for today, don't you?" He said as he helped the girl off of the table and lead her across the room. Without the extra stamina of her French Tart transformation, her exhertions left Kasumi a little unsteady on her feet. "Why don't you go into my room to clean up and rest a bit. I, er, left some refreshments on the desk for you."
He was a little trepedatious that mention of refreshments might spark off a memory, but all she said was, "oh, thank you, Mr. Ichinose. You're such a sweet old man," and patted him fondly on the cheek.
The sweet old man who'd used her like a cheap whore felt a little guilty at that as he closed the door behind her, but only a little. Emboldened by her lack of concern over her usage, he decided that he would make these little visits a regular event.
Kasumi found a compact mirror in her purse and studied he cum splattered face for a few moments before wiping away the jism. She had never known she could behave like such a wicked slut. She had never felt so cheap and used. It was so, so nasty and wonderful.
Quickly setting her appearance back to her drab, demure old self, Kasumi straightened out her dress as best she could before sitting down and turning to the tea service. She smiled in delight; it was so thoughtful of Mr. Ichinose to leave her a nice cuppa. He really was such a dear. She would have to thank him for all he'd done for her, to her and with her.
The tea really hit the spot; it washed away the salty taste in her mouth and made her feel like her old self again. She sighed and picked up the treat to nibble.
(Posted Mon, 25 Nov 2002 01:35)
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