Chapter 139 – Frustration
Frustration
Today, in the middle of a part-time job at a cafe, I head to the bathroom.
The unbearable heat, the craving for sexual love.
Little by little, the people around you start to notice the abnormal behavior that happens with the same frequency almost every day.
No matter what, it must be that he leaves his seat too often during work hours.
It wasn’t just going to see Sophie, so this insincere absence continued for quite a long time.
It took a day or two for me to get worried and ask after him on the way, but if it continued so often, even that worry would disappear, and he would only look at me with strange eyes.
At first, it was to see that the people who turned their eyes of concern were gradually becoming lazy in their work.
Actually… It’s nothing like that, though.
Ah…
I couldn’t stand it even though I knew it couldn’t be done.
Even so, the heat that seems unbearable if it is not relieved even a little…
Just once, lightly shed it, it won’t be resolved.
Once, twice… Third time…
Once floating, it does not sink easily.
How could it be so hot and intense, I couldn’t even be satisfied with just one or two times.
And, at least with the fingers, the act of comforting oneself was painful, as the days went by, it was just an improvisation to avoid moment-to-moment crises.
Poor, holey tinkering, in the end didn’t turn out to be a fundamental solution.
Rather–
The more time passed, and the stronger this heat grew, the more painfully he longed for it.
In the corner, in that empty space in the bathroom.
Lock the door, silence yourself, comfort yourself.
Skin burning hot.
Her breath had been blurred for a long time, and her transparent eyes were filled with water.
Between the wet crotch, it was sticky and wet, and a transparent solid line was drawn.
I cover my mouth with my hand, but a painful groan escapes inevitably.
I was worried that no one would listen.
Ah..
I left the seat again.
Guilt stings my heart.
But I couldn’t help it.
The smell of men passing by,
And the sound of their laughter kept stimulating my head.
Every day seems to be getting weird.
The first was tolerable.
It was just a little bit of a pain in the lower abdomen, it was a little strange feeling, but I thought it would be bearable.
It was an illusion.
This unresolved desire, desire reproaches me day by day.
As if self-consolation was of no help, this burning desire gradually consumed me.
It took a day or two to hide in a corner and comfort myself in a bathroom.
The limit is gradually approaching.
Even now.
Like this, like this, I let out a faint moan and a groan.
I use my fingers to harass her pussy, crotch, and clitoris, but it just feels like something is missing.
Sensitivity rises, and the sensitive skin easily raises pleasure from the stimulation and reaches a climax, but the thought that that alone is not enough eats into my head.
Lack.
I don’t know what it was, but it was lacking.
I was thirsty.
A sweet sigh flows.
Small cubicle, toilet.
The slimy pheromones of cloudy females are saturated.
It overflows like a mist.
If this is shown to someone else,
Will it be violated?
Am I being raped and raped so many times that I am being violated?
I’d rather think that.
Everyday,
Day after day.
Boiling sexual desire, desire. Regretful.
I was thirsty.
It seemed like it would get weird.
The uterus is hot.
Twisting and pinching her fingers once more to the insatiable vagina.
Intense stimulation, tingling stimulation flowing through the body, the whole body trembles and sweet coquetry spills out.
Climax of the third.
“Ahhhhh——♥”
I was covering her mouth with one hand, but as if that wasn’t enough, a sweet sound overflowed.
I’m worried that someone might have heard of it.
Rather than thinking like that, it was more urgent than anything else to relieve this hot desire that was encroaching on this body right now.
Again, tease her hand.
I run my fingers over her cunt, which has become more sensitive than before.
Translucent solid lines and liquids that come out sticky.
My dear.
Wrap it in lube and rub your fingers.
The gentle gliding of the fingers, the gentle stimulation was sweet.
Tizzling, electricity flowed.
The pleasure running through his body, his own moaning, stimulated him as if he was reproaching himself.
Vocal masturbation.
Oh my God, how has the body really become?
With his own moaning, he felt the pleasure. There were even times when I lightly climaxed by the stimulation of the sound.
It seemed like the pleasure that stimulated his whole body would make his head go a little crazy.
But now it’s business hours.
I had to quickly quench this thirst and return to my seat.
It is right that I should return to my seat as soon as possible, but this feeling as hot as a ball of fire did not allow it.
More–more–
In the small toilet located in the corner, a pitiful female was shedding a faint groan today.
It wasn’t until 20 minutes later that I returned to my seat.
When there were a lot of customers, the eyes of my colleagues who were looking at me when I was away were not getting better.
Even though I’m sorry
I couldn’t stop doing this.
If he didn’t do this, he wouldn’t know what he was really going to do.
That day, after the esthetician’s visit, it was difficult to control the body that had changed.
I couldn’t control my body from the stimulation of pleasure that stimulated my whole body even if I was a little vigilant.
All five senses except sight.
The senses of taste, smell, hearing, and touch kept bothering me.
Was it the last mercy that even the vision did not become strange?
It was to lead the sunken body with self-consolation, albeit clumsily, and start the piled up work.
Dish wash.
Even the sound of running water through an open faucet was chilling and irritating to the skin.
Like that, I didn’t notice, but I finished my work day after day in a state like being sexually harassed all day.
House.
After work, when you come home.
First of all, it was to lay in bed and masturbate.
A muffled voice filled the room.
Howls like a beast
In the cafe, I am afraid that I will be found out, and I am full of the sound that I killed.
As much as I endured, I opened it up and let out a lot of exclamations.
The sound of his own moaning in his ears.
Lustful, like a rabbit in heat, his own voice reproached himself even more. The high octave vocalizations heated me up even more.
Crotch wet with moisture.
It wasn’t even morning, but the bed sheets were getting sticky and sticky.
Dinner. No feeding time.
Leading the horny body, naked, eating food from a bowl of dog food.
His developed sense of taste made him frown whenever he bit into the horrible-tasting food, but on the other hand, the unknown ingredient contained in this food relieved the strange thirst that ran from his tongue even a little bit and made him feel comfortable.
Desperately, eat the prey.
At this point, I thought it looked like a beast in heat, and I laughed.
Miserable self.
Ah…
I, myself, naked and eating feed I never thought was meant for human consumption.
Even though he was eating feed ravenously like a beast, he was satisfied with this bittersweet taste.
Look like this,
What would other people think if they saw it?
Even the fact that this kind of appearance is being seen by an unspecified number of people every day.
Even if you don’t show your face, maybe you’ll find out,
Isn’t it already the end of human beings?
Hear such thoughts.
Ah…♥
It licks the food on its mouth with its tongue.
Fishy solid marks.
It was miserable.
In the screen, why does the image of oneself reflected in the black lens look so lewd?
A little, between the crotch was moist.
After eating the food, the familiar act of excretion.
It vomits up that sky-blue, sticky mass of jelly.
Is it because I became more sensitive after that day? The feeling of a lump of jelly coming from the anus tightens it strangely.
It’s just an act of defecation, but it feels like you’re masturbating.
And, in reality, it was no different.
Filling the bathroom… Swearing sound.
Muddy water.
With just that, it climaxes.
Cloudy liquid mixes over the jelly mass.
Climax again.
As if in a seizure, I bounced my back at the stimulation of an orgasm that I felt.
Beautiful ♡ Beautiful ♡
In line with the sound, I bounced my back.
It’s like a rodeo. I thought so.
Inserting an anal plug, which has now become a daily routine, into the anus, and connecting to SEPal while moaning excitedly at the stimulation.
After that day, is it because of that procedure?
Normally, I got used to this foreign body feeling stuck in my butt after a while, and I didn’t mind it, but maybe it’s because I’ve become more sensitive? Or is it because of the procedure that eliminates the adaptation of the senses?
The tingling sensation was something that did not go away at all no matter how much time passed.
It was like, every moment was new, and it kept making me conscious of my butt hole.
Thanks to that, every moment, I was worried about this foreign body feeling in my buttocks, and I used to feel strange.
Even now.
It was an uncomfortable yet somehow strange sensation that made me hot and horny.
This feeling lasts for a day or two.
Daily,
As it continues day after day, it gradually eats away at my mind.
I think it’s going to get weird.
I felt like going crazy.
It was getting weirder and weirder.
A never ending estrus.
Like four seasons. Like a rabbit that is in heat for 365 days.
The fertility and sexual desires engraved in the brain. It kept driving me crazy.
Even now, with that feeling, not long after I turned on the computer, I was masturbating again.
A whitish stain on the floor.
The small room was already filled with the smell of my female.
If someone else came in, they would surely feel something strange——a female scent.
The whole room was filled with pheromones everywhere.
