Sweet Rush: Dirty Little Diaries

THE WALK OF SHAME

CHAPTER NINETEEN: THE WALK OF SHAME

Isabelle’s legs were still shaking as she tried to stand up from the conference table. Thick ropes of Mr. Kane’s c*m were already leaking from her well-f****d p***y, slowly dripping down her inner thighs.

She reached for her panties on the floor, but Vincent’s strong hand caught her wrist.

“No,” he said calmly, voice still rough from his orgasm. “You’re going home just like this.”

Isabelle’s eyes widened. “Mr. Kane… I can’t—”

“You can,” he cut her off, pulling her close. His fingers dipped between her legs, pushing some of his leaking c*m back inside her. “I want you sitting across from your boyfriend at dinner with my load still deep in your cunt.”

A fresh wave of shame and filthy arousal washed over her. Her p***y clenched at his words, pushing more c*m out to trickle down her leg.

Vincent helped her fix her blouse but left her skirt slightly crooked. He didn’t let her wipe the c*m off her thighs. He simply kissed her hard, tongue invading her mouth, then stepped back with a satisfied smirk.

“See you tomorrow, Miss Isabelle. Try not to let it drip too obviously on the way home.”

The elevator ride down to the parking garage was pure torture.

Every step she took made more of Vincent’s warm c*m leak out of her. It coated her inner thighs, making them slick and sticky. She kept her legs pressed tightly together, terrified someone would notice the wet trail or smell the unmistakable scent of s*x on her.

The elevator doors opened on the underground parking level. It was mostly empty at this hour, but the security guard at the far end gave her a polite nod as she walked to her car. Every click of her heels felt deafening.

She could feel his c*m slowly sliding down her leg as she drove. By the time she pulled into her apartment building’s parking spot, the inside of her thighs was a mess. Shiny and slick with another man’s seed.

Isabelle sat in the car for a long moment, breathing hard. Guilt twisted in her stomach, but so did dark, addictive arousal. Her p***y still throbbed from how hard Vincent had f****d her. She could still feel him inside her.

She finally got out and walked to the elevator, keeping her steps small so nothing would drip too obviously. The ride up to her floor felt endless.

When she opened the door to her apartment, her boyfriend Ethan was on the couch watching TV.

“Hey babe,” he called, smiling as he looked up. “You’re home late again. Rough day?”

Isabelle forced a smile, pressing her thighs together as she closed the door. “Yeah… really long meeting with Mr. Kane.”

She could feel Vincent’s c*m still leaking out of her as she walked toward the living room. A small trickle ran down the inside of her leg. She prayed Ethan wouldn’t notice.

“Come here,” Ethan said, patting the spot beside him. “You look tense. Let me help you relax.”

Before she could protest, he pulled her onto his lap. His hands slid up her thighs, under her skirt, and froze when his fingers brushed the slick mess between her legs.

“Baby… are you wet?” he asked, surprised and clearly aroused.

Isabelle’s face burned with shame. She was sitting on her boyfriend’s lap with another man’s c*m still dripping from her freshly f****d p***y.

Ethan didn’t wait for an answer. He kissed her neck, sliding his fingers higher until they found her soaked, c*m-filled cunt.

“f**k, you’re really wet tonight,” he groaned, pushing two fingers inside her.

Isabelle moaned softly as he fingered her. Vincent’s thick load mixing with her own juices as Ethan unknowingly pushed it deeper.

“You’re so slippery,” he murmured, adding a third finger. “I’ve never felt you this wet before.”

Isabelle bit her lip hard, guilt and filthy pleasure warring inside her. She was letting her boyfriend finger her while she was still full of her boss’s c*m.

“Shower,” she whispered desperately. “Let’s take a shower together.”

Ethan grinned, clearly excited. He carried her to the bathroom, stripping her quickly. When he saw the mess between her legs. Her swollen p***y lips shiny with another man’s c*m, he groaned in arousal, mistaking it for how turned on she was.

In the shower, hot water cascaded over them. Ethan pressed her against the tiled wall and dropped to his knees, burying his face between her thighs.

He licked her eagerly, tasting the mixture of her juices and Vincent’s c*m without realizing it. Isabelle moaned loudly, her hands in his hair as he devoured her.

“You taste so f*****g good tonight,” he groaned against her p***y.

The guilt was overwhelming, but it only made her wetter.

Ethan stood up, lifted one of her legs, and pushed his c**k inside her in one thrust. He f****d her hard against the shower wall, completely unaware that he was sliding through another man’s load.

“God, you’re so wet and loose tonight,” he panted, pounding into her. “It feels incredible.”

Isabelle moaned brokenly, torn between shame and the dark thrill of it all. She came hard on her boyfriend’s c**k, her p***y clenching around him while Vincent’s c*m was still deep inside her.

Ethan followed soon after, groaning as he pumped his own load into her already-filled cunt.

They stayed under the water, kissing softly.

Isabelle smiled against his lips, her mind already drifting back to Mr. Kane’s office tomorrow.

She was in too deep now.

And she didn’t want to stop.