Betrayed Chapter 2

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," she smirked. "Now, let's get you into the bathroom and cleaned up before you stain your suit."

My escort grabbed me by the lapels and unceremoniously dragged me into one of the two restrooms. The regular stalls were too small to suit her, so she pulled me into the spacious Handicapped stall at the end of the row and slammed the latch closed.

"Strip," she commanded, "and hand me your panties."

I took off my shoes, pants and the soiled panties, handing the latter to her.

"All of it," she barked authoritatively

I hastened to comply, stripping out of my socks, suit coat, shirt, and T-shirt.

"That's better," she purred smugly.

Dianna pushed me down onto the toilet seat, then straddled my lap. She held my soiled panties up over our heads, watching the cum slowly settle towards the edge. The folds of toilet tissue had been no match for the deluge of creamy spunk from my cock. She shifted her gaze to meet mine.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," she smirked, "that is one very large load. These panties were really expensive; I would hate to just throw them out. We can put them in one of our plastic bags and take them home, but not like this. They would ruin whatever else was in the bag. Ordinarily, I wouldn't have thought twice about sucking you off and none of this would have happened. But you just spent a really obscene amount of money to get me looking like this. It would be a shame to ruin it before you even take me out and show me off. What are we to do?"

She glanced again at the panties, then at me. Then, she pressed them into my face, smiling. I silently lapped up, then sucked my cum from within the panties I had been wearing only moments before. The flavor was slightly more bitter than Dianna's cum, but not altogether unpleasant. She scooped up as much of the cum on my cock and in my pubic hair as she could, then made me lick her hand clean. Then, she leaned over and kissed me deeply, sharing the aftermath of this most intense experience with me.