We took a nice, long shower together to wash off all the squirt, cum, and piss we had on us. Then, after quickly drying ourselves, we made our way to my closet. She went through my clothes for a good ten minutes but wasn’t satisfied.
In the end, she said, “I guess I’ll give you some of my stuff.”
She materialized two strips of clothing that could barely be called such. One was an elastic, tight, white top, if one could call it that, while the other was an extremely short, black and red checkered mini-skirt.
I put the top on first. The thin, white piece of clothing was barely long enough to reach halfway past my nipples, leaving half of them exposed, and squishing my boobs nicely. Then came the mini-skirt. The piece of cloth was decorative at best, coming barely halfway down my ass, leaving my nice cheeks open to the air. Even if my holes had been normal, my pussy and ass would have been fully visible to anyone. With several inches of prolapse both front and back, my insides were fully exposed to the world.
I took a few steps back and forth in front of the mirror and smiled as I saw my cum tank of a womb flop around in time with my steps.
“Time to go to work.” Xhilandia said, her usual “clothes” having materialized on her body.
I nodded, still appreciating her work in the mirror. After a few long seconds, I finally managed to turn my gaze and get out of the closet. I recovered my phone and put it back in my purse. I completed my attire with a pair of simple sandals, and we were ready to go.
To sit in the car, I held my womb in my hands and held it forward as I sat, but there was no similar solution for my back door. I put my weight painfully on my prolapsed anus, sending shivers of pleasures through my body. I let go of my womb and enjoyed the cold texture of the faux-leather seat on it as my loose urethra was already washing it in piss.
After a few minutes on the road an idea came to my mind. Using my never-ending piss as lube, I started moving my hand up and down my thick prolapse. It took only a few strokes to make it impossible to stop and soon I was masturbating my pussy walls like a dick. I quickly came, spraying everywhere and making a mess of my car, but it was impossible to stop.
By the time we reached my company, I had cum three times. Xhilandia opened my door for me and offered me her hand to help me on my shaky feet. She then quickly dried both the car and me with magic and we climbed the stairs to the office.
The exhibition of the previous day had obviously not been enough to prepare my employees for the spectacle they received. When we entered the office, all gazes were on me, I saw many with a look of surprise, some with disgust, and a couple with horny gazes taking me in fully. A certain petite girl was back at her desk but, after the initial surprise, her eyes turned full of anger directed at Xhilandia.
I walked into my office with my head held high, purposely swaying my hips to make the prolapses flop around even more in the air, reveling in the shame. Once I reached my chair, I brought my womb forward like I had done in the car and set painfully on my ass with a loud moan that got the attention of the few who had managed to get back to work.
It took only a few minutes for Alexis’s rage to go over the edge. She punched her desk loudly and stormed in my office.
“You! You! You!” she shouted, pointing at Xhilandia.
“Hello dear. I think we might want some privacy for this.” Xhilandia said.
She weaved her mana and the blinders came loudly down to cover the glass wall, before a soundproofing enchantment took over the room.
Alexis shouted in exasperation. “You!” she tried again, but was unable to put her feelings into words.
She turned to me, her eyes turning from anger to a desperately plea. “Please, ma’am, you are not like this. This demon must have entered your mind.”
I sighed. “Alexis, I understand that you might be upset that the office has turned to this, but think carefully of your words. There’s a limit to how much I can tolerate.”
“Oh, but it’s not the workplace she’s upset about.” Xhilandia said, moving towards the girl. “It’s you.”
Xhilandia walked behind Alexis, put her arms over her shoulders and bent forward.
“She desires you so much.” She said, next to her ear.
“I… I…” Alexis tried to find her words.
“But there is no reason why she can’t have you. Here. Right now.”
“W-what?”
She beckoned me with her hand. “Come here pet.”
I followed her instructions and got off the chair to walk up to them.
“Kneel.”
I got on my knees in front of Alexis and looked into those cute, confused, brown eyes. My prolapses brushing against the cold, hard floor, sending shivers up my back.
Xhilandia unbuttoned Alexis’s long, blue skirt and let it fall to the ground, exposing simple green panties and toned legs. She put her hand on Alexis’s groin and said, “here, pet.”
I shuffled forward on the now wet floor and pressed my face against her panties, my eyes still locked with hers. I took in a sharp smell with a deep breath. She likely hadn’t showered in the upset of the previous day. I felt her shiver under my lips.
“This is sexual harassment! No, sexual assault!” she shouted.
“Ah, ah, dear. None of that now.” Xhilandia chastised her. “Do not hide your desires.”
She put her lips right against her ear and whispered, “Look at her. Cassandra Watford, the Witch of the Abyss. The strongest witch in the history of this world. The only black ranked magic user currently alive. She Who Ended War. Tall, proud, strong. Look at her. Look at her eyes, begging to taste your pussy. You don’t have to say anything. Just tug your panties down, just a bit, a simple movement, and she will be yours.”
Alexis was shivering. Confusion and uncertainty filled her eyes but she never looked away from mine. Her hands moved, slowly. They reached for the elastic band of her panties. Ever so slowly, she tugged the piece of clothing down her thighs, revealing a wild, untamed, brown bush. Finally she revealed her pussy. I buried my nose in her hair and took in another deep breath, taking in her smell. I let my tongue out and licked between her lips. Her taste was sour and sharp, lacking Xhilandia’s sweetness, but no less delicious.
A shiver ran through her as she arched her head back. I reached for her butt with my hands and pressed her groin on my face. I gave her folds my undivided attention, no longer needing to beg with my eyes. Her hands found my hair and she pusher me firmly into her pussy. She raised her right leg and put it over my shoulder, widening her folds. My tongue entered her tunnel and pressed on her upper walls. I could hear her breath pick up pace. Her hips started moving in rhythm with my tongue.
I felt her tense and her leg slipped off my shoulder. I let it fall down as she groaned loudly and bent over me. I felt thick cream full of her taste on my tongue. Her legs lost all strength and she fell to the floor in front of me. I caught her and brought her close to me to kiss her. My tongue shared her cream with her, letting her taste herself.
I felt Xhilandia pick us up, aided by a spell to keep us comfortably together. She brought us behind the desk, where she materialized a large cushion that was obviously an extra-large dog bed, half of it under the desk itself. My lips never left Alexis’s, as we kept sharing her taste and breathed into each other.
She laid us on the dog bed and returned to her chair, leaving us to enjoy each other. With hungry hands, I unbuttoned Alexis’s white shirt, revealing a visible six pack. I then unclasped her light grey, mismatched, bra, and shifted it out of the way. My hands found her tiny tits and I massaged them for a bit. Then my left hand traveled down towards her folds. I separated from her lips and went down to find her nipple. I lightly bit on it at the same time as my fingers pinched her clit and she tensed against me. Her hand traveled down in search of my folds but found my giant prolapse.
She stopped and looked down at me. Confusions again in her eyes mixed with the realization of what had just happened. She shot up, clarity returning to her mind along with uncertainty. I followed her up and licked from her nipple up to her lips. She moaned into me as I put a finger in her pussy.
She pushed me away and back down on the dog bed. She caught her breath and looked me. “I… we…”
I brought the finger that was in her pussy to my mouth and shucked on it. I made my best puppy eyes and said, “please.”
Her brain short-circuited. She stared at me, frozen.
“Please, Alexis. Make me yours.” I begged.
She looked down at my crotch, at my horribly prolapsed holes. She slowly reached for my exposed walls with her hand and touched it lightly. I moaned, encouraging her to go further. She bent down and licked my piss off my prolapsed womb. I moaned even louder.
Her free hand hurried to fully remove her panties and I helped her. As she lifted her leg to get out of the piece of cloth, I guided her to sit astride me, presenting her pussy to me. I put my hands around her ass and pushed her still-creamed pussy onto my face. I hungrily ate the white fluid and buried my tongue in her tunnel.
She started licking my prolapse, starting from the base and going up towards my cervix. She shifted it around to lick it all over. Then, she kissed my cervix and opened her lips. She took my prolapse in her mouth and sucked on it like a dick. I came and sprayed violently on her neck, chin, and chest. She tried to get up but I stopped her by locking my legs over her head, pushing her back down to continue.
I kept working on her pussy, rapidly building up her climax again. Finally I felt her reaching her peak. I brought her over the edge and she tensed. Her teeth closed on my cum-filled womb, biting it painfully. I came again, shouting into her creaming pussy as I sprayed my juices on her. I felt my fluids pool around me and under my back on the water-resistant dog bed.
Alexis collapsed on me, panting heavily, my cervix still in her mouth. I softened the touch of my tongue, slowly licking her clean as she came down from her high.
Someone knocked on the door. Alexis tried to get up but I kept her there with my legs. I massaged her ass and lower back with slow motions while I gently licked her inner thighs and folds, trying to make her relax.
I felt Xhilandia undo the soundproofing, then she said, “come in.”
“Excuse me, good morning. I’m Francesca, my father told me to come here and that you had a job for me.” A voice said.
“Ah, you must be Jerry’s daughter. Please, close the door and take a seat.”
I heard her sit on one of the hard plastic chairs in front of the desk and saw a pair of black ballet flats on tanned skin through the thin space under the desk. From our position it was impossible to see her face and most of her body, just like it was impossible for her to see us. Alexis probably came to the same conclusion as she was no longer struggling to get up and was instead trying to control her breath to make as little noise her possible, my prolapse still in her mouth.
“So, did your father tell you anything about the job?”
“Well…” she said, a bit unsure, “he said that I would be working for the Lady Xhilandia. I would assume that is you… my lady?”
“That would be correct. I hope your father already told you that this company is property of the witch I signed a contract with, Cassandra Watford, Witch of the Abyss.”
“Ah, yes, he was quite happy when he was hired a few years ago. It is difficult to find work at his age. Ehm… sorry, my lady but, I don’t know how it would be proper for me to talk with you.”
“Oh, don’t worry, if you accept the job we will have to get quite familiar with each other, no need for too many ceremonies.”
“Ah, thank you. Ehm… the job. My father said I would be employed directly by you to take nude photos of you and… Lady Cassandra?”
I saw Xhilandia nod. “That is correct, but only part of it. I want to share with the world how big of a slut my wife is. You will be in charge of photographing her during various, often extreme, sexual acts and manage several social media accounts to share the photos online. I was thinking ‘Bitch of the Abyss’ as a name for the accounts.”
I let out a small laugh into Alexis’s pussy and felt her tense with nervousness. “Sorry.” I whispered between her folds.
“Would I be require to take part in these… acts?”
“Not unless you would like to participate. It is not part of the job, but you are free to join, if you want.” Xhilandia said, the corners of her lips rising in a slight smile.
“I see… what are the working hours and pay?” she asked.
“Pay will start at six-thousand-five-hundred per month. The working hours will be flexible, sorry but the nature of the job requires it. On top of the base pay, you will receive full health insurance, overtime pay for every hour past eight hours of work a day, which would include the managing of the social media, not just shooting hours, and extra pay for night hours. If needed, for your convenience, we will provide lodging close to our residence, I warn you that you might be called during night hours or early mornings if you accept this option. Additionally, if you accept, I will cure your endometriosis here and now.”
“My father did mention that. The doctors said that normal healing magic cannot cure it became the tissue is already scarred.”
“That is not entirely correct. Most healing magic cannot fix scarred or fused tissues, true, but a powerful enough high priest could easily do it. Sadly, they are too few to bother them for the myriad of endometriosis cases every years. Luckily for you, as a dark deity myself, I need no priests to perform my miracles. Also, I’ve had hundreds of millennia to familiarize myself with the ins and outs of female anatomy. I assure you that, if you let me heal you, you will have a zero percent chance of remission, compared to the up to fifty percent of a surgery.”
“This sounds too good to be true. I get everything I need and only need to take photos of sexy women fucking? There must be a catch.”
“The catch is that we are extremely lewd and we will work you at all hours of the day.”
“I accept.”
Xhilandia clapped her hands and smiled. “Perfect. Come here so I can check you and fix that pesky uterus.”
We heard Francesca get up from the chair and start walking around the desk. I felt Alexis panic over me but there wasn’t really anything she could do anymore. Francesca turned the corner of the desk and froze in her steps.
She was a woman in her mid thirties, with long, wavy, brown hair and brown eyes. She had natural-looking, light makeup on that accentuated her beauty and hid the first signs of age. Seeing her facial features, I saw that she wasn’t tanned, but had instead traits of Laban ancestry, likely from her mother’s side, considering that her father was as white as they came. She wore a simple pair of black pants and a loose, long-sleeved beige blouse, plus a thin golden bracelet and a simple necklace.
I looked at her over Alexis’s ass and waved a hand. “Hello.” I said, muffled by Alexis’s pussy, “I’m Cassandra. This is Alexis, my secretary.”
I heard Alexis sigh and felt her breath over my prolapse as she deflated, defeated.
“Hi?” she said, unsure on how to react.
“Please, don’t mind the puppies, they’re just playing a bit with each other. Come, come.” Xhilandia said, moving the empty chair to offer it to Francesca.
She carefully stepped around the bed on the wet floor and went to sit on the chair. Xhilandia lifted her blouse a bit and put a hand just below her navel to start the examination.
I turned my attention back to Alexis’s pussy, uninterested in the medical procedure. I shrugged to myself. In for a penny…
I pushed Alexis down on my face with my hands and started licking her again. She moaned around my cervix then let go of it to look back at me, her eyes silently asking what the hell I was doing. In all response I made my most pleading eyes and slowly lapped her folds. She sighed and shook her head, then wrapped her lip back around my prolapse.
She must have decided to take revenge for the unexpected surprise exhibitionism, as she soon started sucking with all of herself and bobbing her head up and down while one hand massaged the base of my prolapse and my pussy lips. I quickly came, spraying everywhere and screaming into her folds.
She didn’t stop her assault, quite the opposite. As she continued sucking on my womb, she reached for my anal prolapse with her other hand and squeezed it painfully. I came immediately, spraying even more.
I tried to keep pleasuring her but the continued, strong assault was making it impossible. The hand at the base of my prolapse squeezed around it, pushing the cum in my womb against my sealed cervix as Alexis sucked on it. Her hand around my giant rosebud released her hold and two fingers tried to find the entrance to my ass through the prolapse. She finally inserted them, her long nails scraping my walls, making pain and pleasure course through me. I came again, shouting from pleasure and pain.
Another finger joined, and she started pumping into my prolapsed ass. Then another, then she put her whole hand in. She pushed further in, as far as she could in her position. I felt her fingers spread into a clawed hand and she yanked, clawing my insides and bringing even more of my bowels to the world, making my prolapse gain another inch.
I screamed loudly as I sprayed her but she let go of my womb and sat on my face to muffle my scream, completely cutting off my air. She slapped my prolapsed pussy with all her strength and I tried screaming again despite her weight choking me. She slapped it again on the other side. Then again and again. My pussy walls were pulsing with pain and I couldn’t stop cumming, one orgasm fusing into the other, my squirt becoming a constant geyser.
Finally, she stopped, giving my womb respite. I subconsciously tried to take a deep breath but my airways were blocked by her. Right in that moment, she let go of her bladder and started pissing into my mouth. My lungs took in piss, much more concentrated and foul than mine, as I was always hyper hydrated, and thanks to Xhilandia’s magic, even more delicious. I coughed, but she pressed herself firmly on me with her weight to make a seal with her pussy around my mouth and nose. I swallowed and coughed, panic taking me as she kept emptying herself inside me.
I came again, the pain, fear of drowning, and shame enough to bring me over the edge with just the residual pleasure brought by the pain of my aching prolapses.
She let go of my head and got up. At the first taste of air, I turned to my side and started coughing and vomiting, trying to catch my breath.
“Why are you smiling?”
I looked at her, she was kneeling next to me, completely soaked in my juices. Her eyes were full of sadness.
“Why are you smiling?!” she shouted, “How can you smile after all this?!”
“Why?” she started sobbing. “Why? Whywhywhywhy?”
I sat up and tried to put my arms around her. But she slapped them away.
“Don’t touch me!”
She bent forward and put her face in her hands. “Don’t touch me.”
She took in a large breath and sobbed it into her hands. “Don’t touch me.”
“Don’t taaaouch meeee.”
I felt Xhilandia’s hand touch my shoulder. I turned to see her looking at me with a finger on her lips. She motioned to tell me that she and Francesca would leave and I nodded. They left my office in silence, Xhilandia’s magic aiding in their retreat.
Alexis kept sobbing into her hands.