> ## Content Index > Fetch the complete content index at: https://heidibaueroriginals.com/llms.txt > Use this file to discover other available public pages before exploring further. # Pussy juice drips from my finger, which I have just pulled out of my wet slit (Teil 3 fehlt) - URL: https://heidibaueroriginals.com/pussy-juice-drips-from-my-finger-which-i-have-just-pulled-out-of-my-wet-slit/ - Published: 2025-11-30T18:15:12.000Z - Updated: 2026-05-20T17:30:08.000Z - Author: Heidi Bauer - Tags: in the office, #Import 2026-08-23 21:07 Smacking my lips wildly, I finger my pussy on the office carpet in my office. My mouth is wide open, my breasts bouncing. Across the building, a dark figure stands with his cell phone pointed at me. 10 minutes earlier, in my office: The phone rings, a metallic voice booms through my speaker. “Ms. Bauer, I hope you've had a hot summer so far. I've been watching you.” It shoots through my body. Is it him again? The creepy caller who has me in his grasp and whom I must obey? “Now you're going to listen to me carefully. Your hot outfits and indecent behavior must have built up a lot of horniness in you, right?” “Yes, it has,” I reply obediently. “Now you're going to moisten your sexy lips with extra lip gloss. Then I want you to take off your pink blouse and drop your bra. With your mouth wide open, you're going to pleasure yourself. Right in front of the window, so I can watch you, Ms. Bauer.” A rush of blood shoots into my lower abdomen. God, that's hot. He wants me to make myself feel really good. I obey and kneel in front of the window with shiny lips and my mouth wide open. “Maybe I can make the whole thing even hotter,” I think to myself and set up my cell phone to film. I press the record button and slide my hand into my throbbing panties. Suddenly, I see an anonymous number light up on my phone. “Oh no! Is it the anonymous caller again? Is it the dark figure watching me across the street?” flashes through my mind. “Yes, please...?” I ask with a trembling voice as I already start to pleasure my clit. “Ms. Bauer...” --- A shiny layer of lust covers my love ball as I pull it out of my wet pussy. A thick drop runs down my labia as I sit with my legs spread wide at my office window and pleasure myself. 12 minutes earlier: “Ms. Bauer, I want you to put on the red shoes now!” Oh God, the red shoes. Of course, he knows what they mean. After all, I explained their meaning here. Red shoes = love balls. “Right now?” I ask hesitantly. “Yes. I also want you to wear black leather leggings, a white blouse, a silk blouse, and a matching bra,” he explains coldly. Then I'd better put on my red bra and apply red lipstick, I think to myself. “Now!” I obey and get changed. With trembling fingers, I put on my red high heels. That's the signal for my love balls. I bend down to get my box of love balls from the sideboard. He wants me to insert them. Just like that. Oh my God, he's making me so horny that I'm going to have to come all the time. “The love balls will stay in all day at work today!” “Yes, sir,” I say obediently. I take the heavy love balls in my hands, put some lubricant on them, and press the metal ball between my labia. “Awwwwww,” I start to moan. I already know what he wants. He wants me to fuck myself anyway. In anticipatory obedience, I push the ball in to its thickest point and fuck myself with it. My legs tremble, my labia suddenly swell. Now I'm sitting here with my legs spread in front of the window, wearing my red high heels and fucking myself. Suddenly there's a knock at the door. “Heidiiiiiii...” a female voice chirps from outside. (To be continued)