Bwep!
Bwep!
Bwep!
The sound of your soon to be funeral bells slid from within the copier, sure that the machine had the power to make any person become brain-dead within five minutes of hearing it. Papers flopped and stacked, the light of the scanners smoothing across, bouncing in your eyes and barely reaching your brain. You could almost feel your pupils slide across with the light, the fog of exhaustion racing against the tedious delirium of the copier.
This has been your life for three years now, every day blurring into pastel green and gray, the walls of your office sticking to the corners of your mind. You graduated top of your class, a college that made lesser people wince at the hole in their pockets at the sound of its name. Top grades of your men's college excellence program, and, if you were allowed go boast, one good dude with the ladies. All of that going for you, and the best offer you got was actually decent from some Fortune 500 company. You didn't mind the slither in every word from thr interview, the lack of light behind the President's eyes when you met them. It was money, position, and a step up the ladder.
That was three years ago, endless overnights, and late shifts that ran into the night later. In that time, you've had more screaming matches with your boss, whom you were sure hadn't had hair on his balls when you walked through the doors, than you think you've had with any family member. You're sure that Angelia, in HR, has it out for you, with frivolous claims of several harassment cases against you (sure, you made a bad joke, but enough for seminar classes?!)
"Yo, pretty boy, where the hell are the reports that I needed yesterday?!"
You feel something in your blood attempt to burst past your forehead, hand up before you can even feel it pulsating. The booming yet shrill voice that sets upon your ears is enough to make the hair on your neck stand up. That, that was the worst part of it all. The last paper slides down the tray, your hands grasping to put all of them neat and presentable, fingers motioning without orders as your eyes stared straight ahead, already walking out of the copier room and directly into the quickening walks from down the set of crucibles.
"Oh, what's this?" The voice scratches your ears as you turn in its direction. "You actually got it done?! Well, color me impressed, pretty boy!" The woman, who was continually avoiding using your actual name, was named Samantha. Samantha Donald, and she would consider it a privilege to remind you of the full name, thank you very much. Despite being a male, a high blooded very straight male, you had to admit, while she was good looking, the first thing you felt was…intimidation from her.
It might've been that despite being taller than your teachers for most of your school life, the woman was still at least 5 inches taller than you. Sweeping blonde hair that was rounded and circled around the pretty half circle she called a head. Eyes, orange like fire, stared at you behind thin metal frames that made their glare at you even more powerful. As she continued to walk, your eyes traveled downward, the tingling scratch of lust beginning to awaken in the crotch of your khakis.
She wore a black striped suit jacket, one that was, you were guessing, meant to be a very professional decision. That would be a good call if it wasn't for the absolute mountains that she called breasts that were mounted on her chest! Her boots didn't move much, the fight her bra must've been putting up one for the ages, but the slight bob that came with the clack of two inch heels was all too noticeable. It was enough that your eyes bounced with them, following the sight as she walked towards you. However, despite enjoying the very large bust or any woman, there was a much, much, much bigger asset that was being pushed into your worldview.
As she watched with those tight dark pants that were cupping, gripping, being stretched to the brim by her thighs, you watched as that… thing in her pants sagged and reached her knees without issue! The first time you saw it, you had to take a minute to assure yourself that you hadn't just been tired or too nervous from the morning of preparations to begin your job, attaching things where they need not be. As your eyes were quite clearly informing you at this moment, unfocused and dull as they may have felt, it was no illusion. This woman was carrying around a fucking bat of a cock in the middle of broad daylight! The print that it left in the pants was unmistakable, lurching, the fabric of the jeans looking as if they were about to snap from trying to hold the damn thing back.
As a dude to very much liked his women without dicks, you didn't much find it appetizing to watch one who did (and one that was much bigger than your own) waltz over to you with her lips smudged together, shifted as she showed the right side of her teeth, with a tch sound as she took the papers from you. It's better than what she would usually do: waltzing around you, eyes scanning you as you work. The feeling of how those eyes would trail from neck to the crack of your ass and how no change in pants, or outfit seem to change it trickled you and made your throat clamp with disdain.
"Well, now, I have to admit: you actually impressed me. Deadlines are due, you're still behind on half of your fucking work, but these reports look legitimate." The song in her voice as she was able to combine fleeting praise with reprimands was the most impressive thing to you. That and that the heat in your throat hadn't yet explode all over her yet. "Maybe I've been too hard on your ass, ya now? Little maggot like you probably isn't used to any actual workloads and needs to just get used to actually working in the big leagues."
"Yeah, I guess. It's kinda like my college work, at least." You are able to scrap the words together instead of the yell that's ready to leap from your tongue. "Still, I think I did pretty goof on it." You feel the fire in your guts spurning something forward, instead of just sulking back to your office. "Maybe enough to get an extension on that prospal you needed?"
All of the fire in your stomach fizzed to a speck of ember as her eyes lay upon you. Sapphire like eyes hold you in them, and you see the way her neck moves with a swallow, attempting, you think, to not kill you right then and there. Then she does something that unnerved you even more than screaming:
She smiled.
A smile that was just a line curving upwards, and just enough light in her eyes for it to seem genuine. Her hands left the papers on the printer, her heels clicking as she closed the distance between you, hand wrapping around your shoulder. The feeling of nails stroking across skin sink past it and into your bones as she continues to past you by.
"You know what, yeah." She breathes out, directing your steps back towards your office, the slabs of white walls directing you across gray colored carpet. "I think I can overlook it, maybe get you some extra time." The words act as the blocks that nearly cause you to tumble, relief setting in your feet like lead. "However," and there it was. "I do have something I'm going to need."
As you make it back to your office, her hands come to the breasts of her jacket, and pull out a pad of paper, without a doubt the most writing you've seen from her in three years. She all but forces it into your shirt pocket, a series of folds that are neat and tight so that it might fit. Its barely there before she pats you on the back as she bumps you into the room.
"Go to that video, for me. It'll explain the ways that you can actually be better at your job for me, kay, sweetcheeks~~?" You feel yourself getting ready to grind your teeth to powder as the suit of sexual harassment flows into your mind, a calculation of your savings and lawyers you knew not adding up it being worth the trouble. With a smile, she ducks away, leaving you to a few papers and a long day.
That puts us at now. The light of your laptop blared into your eyes as you attempted to blink away exhaustion from the day. The desk that you had at home was made for doing work, clean and smooth across the black top of its wooden surface, your fingers were putting in the address without much issue.
What the hell even is this damn thing, you wondered to yourself. Much as your workplace sucked, it was beyond rare that you were made to work outside of the walls of the office. Well, explicitly made to work outside of it, deadlines made the implicit much farther reaching in terms of things like that. As you finish typing the voice address. your fingers pound the enter key, and you let the buffering act as a moment to prepare, not knowing that what you have all but sealed yourself into.
Welcome to the "Being a good office teammate" wonder course!
It's almost insulting how hard the colors start blaring into your retinas as soon as they come up. Your hand comes to block the furchisa pink and purples that are coating the screen as you have to adjust. Once you do, you see the screen is just that: a background of pink that looks sugary to the eyes and purples that were for royalty. In the middle of it, looking as if she was cut from the 90's herself, was your "instructor."
To say that she looked like a bimbo would be an insult to women of the barbie bimbo aesthetic. Her face looked beautiful and detailed in a way that aroused but eas discomforting, white skin exaggerated and colored by highlighter pink lipstick, her lips puffed and biteable from even the distance of your computer. A tasteful helping of similar colored eyeshadow laid on lidded eyes, her teeth running across her pink lips. Soon, her smile closed as her face smiled, manicured pink nails in cute balled fist as she bounced up, the sight of her heavy assets bouncing as she did so.
Hi there, everyone! My name is Molly Cheer, and I'm a part of a new program to help you be the best you that you want to be! Deep platinum blonde hair bounced in the frizzy and poofy puff that it was as she bounced, your eyes unable to leave her tits, considering that it looked like the fucking low cut v neck she was wearing was going to release the damn things at any moments notice. It was to the point that the words were barely entering your ears, yet they struck and ran through your head, all the while. Now, I've heard from a top bossmom-hmm-boss, that one of you hasn't been acting up to snuff. Well, we can't have that! How was this thing trying to make you feel guilty about this, and how it was kinda working was beyond you. We just need to give you a few lessons and you'll be right as rain! You settled against your chair, eyes still swinging with those mountains of pale glory.
First of all, you need to chill and understand that some of the best way to enjoy your work is to let yourself just get into it. Her words popped across her lips, the giggles in each word almost mesmerizing. Like, it's much more fun for all of us if we get to pitch our pound of flesh in, wouldn't you agree? You only know you rolled your eyes as you feel them come back down again. Now, repeat after me: I have to give my all for my boss, Miss Samantha Donald.
" Really, she's got her fucking name in this?" You scoff, refusing to voice the words at all. Still, they bounce in your skull and throb with each syllable, as if finding the softest parts of your brain to indulge in. You puff out an air of annoyed smoke as you continue to watch, eyes dancing along to the swinging mountains of boobflesh. It was at that moment that you heard her voice continue with her propaganda.
I know you can do it~! Let yourself feel just how good it can be to understand what's expected of you! Don't you want to do good, make people see you and how much you can do?! All you gotta do is have a little fun and bounce with me!
It was annoying, for sure, though you couldn't help but let a smile begin to work its ways through your lips. She's certainly enthusiastic. Before you know it, you are genuinely bobbing to the music, the late night causing some haze to fall on your eyes. Even so, you hear the music, going and going, her encouragement, ringing and ringing more.
That's it! Be the best you can be, do what you can to make your office the most fun place on the planet! Don't mind what your boss does, she's just trying to get the best out of you, do what you can, and let she take care of the rest!
It's almost nonsense, but you're too tired to give enough of a damn at it. You go to close the laptop but decide that there's nothing really wrong with leaving it open. It is still connected to her charger anyway, so it's all fine. You retire to your room, the video finishing out as you do, and you swear you can hear feel the words in your head, bouncing against your skull as you attempt to slump to your dreams:
Do your best, let your boss take care of the rest, be the best work teammate you can.
For once, the sound of steps crossing across a dark gray rug doesn't make your teeth shudder and your back shake. As you tap away in your office, the window leading out to the main office holds clear of the blinds that hang atop it, you think about the video from last night. To be flat: it sucked. Some stupid corporate loving bullshit you're sure was made by a guy who's days were absorbed in tight black shirts and jeans to show what little physique he had and had a love of the Fortune 500. Not to mention, the lady in that thing was distracting, probably the best thing in the damn video.
As you feel your pants beginning to get tight, the door to your office hits the wall, the knob smacking against the wall as Samantha makes her appearance. Instead of her black suit, she's simple today: A unbuttoned white dress shirt and black slacks that that thing is attempting to escape from. She sauntered in, taking her time to look you over as she does so.
"Hey there, sweetcakes~. You get the video done for me last night?" You attempt to ignore her, acting as if you barely notice the draft in the room. Still, something makes you answer, flopping your head up to look at her.
"Yes, I did finish it last night." You huff, dragging your fingers across the keys as you realize the work you were supposed to be finishing will have to wait, now. "It was", idiotic, stupid, a waste of time, "interesting."
"I know, the bitch in that vid had an amazing rack, didn't she?" She barely let you finish the last breath of your sentence before she begins to speak. "Do you remember watching those things?! God, those things were fucking swinging~~!" The sight outside of the windows shows some of the women in your office curling in a bit and the men's eyes slide to the side at the sound coming from your office. The occurrences of Samantha more enthusiastic talking about people was uncomfortable, at best, and unbearable at worst.
You, for some reason, were currently the prime target of her comments for the last half a year. Every time you walked into the office, her eyes would trail your steps, eyes walking up your legs to stare right at your ass. It was a regular male ass, bit wide and broad, but nothing special! Nonetheless, she was incessant, constant, near obsessed with you.
Hey, sweetcakes, you look pretty great today, girlfriend finally give you the dicksucking you been asking for? Man, your skin is smoother than any other bitch in this office. Again and again, it went and went. HR? Fucking useless, especially against a female damn near CEO.
"Still, that gal had nothing on your fine looking self." Speak of the devil, and she shall harass you. "You know, it's impressive, you do nothing but wash up in the morning, I bet. Yet you could put so many of these bitches in here to shame." Her tongue slides from her lips as she speak. "You should be thinking about putting those looks to use."
You want to scream, you want to yell thar you are not interesting in dressing like some slut for a dickbitch, every ounce of rage comes up in your throat..
Be your best!
Only for a heat that makes your cheeks burn and your head turn in, in…in embarrassment?! Your face is flushing and your eyes follow hers and you feel a lump in your throat. Her red eyes are tracking every inch of you and you feel your skin prick with tingles that travel up and down your arm. Your eyes travel to the disgusting, ludurcious, massive, impressive thing that was in her pants and felt your legs, tight and thick, crossing over your own endowment, the difference in size more than apparent.
"T-thanks." It's barely a mumble and a mutter to your own ears, much less what she heard, but you know it reached her. She smiled as she walked behind your desk, her hand coming to your shoulder. You try to stop the way that a whine begins to snake through your lips, pressing them together as you feel it press up against you. "M-ma'am, can you please give me some space?"
"Ah, why would I do that~? Being near you like this helps keep me calm, helps me think. It helps me..be my best! Don't you want me to be my best, hmm?" Her eyes lid with a crooked smile on her face as she looks down at you. "Besides, you like how it feels to be near someone else, don't ya? Makes you feel nice and..connected, don't it?"
Something in her words makes you shiver as you nod your head, letting her hand sink a bit more into the flesh on your shoulder. As she does so, you get to feel the tiniest bit of the weight of that fucking thing near you and by God, it's worst than just looking at it.
Just being near it, close enough that if you turned your head, you would meet the place where the shaft met the pelvis, you feel the weight, the pressure, the thickness of the damn thing! You can feel how it would be a job to even heft the thing, trying to hold it upright. You almost have to slap yourself, wondering what the fuck you're doing imagining it. Last I checked, I'm pretty damn straight and that means no dicks! Still, something about her presence makes your own dick start to jumpstart, an attempt for some control coming in from your mind.
"Y-yeah, I-I guess it does. Still, we don't want people to see this" don't want it done period, " so maybe I should close the windows." What were you, some office porn lady?! Samantha didn't seem to mind, as she leaned down, her bust actually resting on your shoulders. God, they were lighter than they looked but somehow, just as firm!
"Go on, hop to it." She whispered in your ear, and as you do so, you can feel those eyes travel back to your ass. You almost feel yourself shuffling to the window, wanting to close the blinds, avoiding any rumors. The turner slips into your fingers and you begin to turn, a complete reprimand in your head, ready to tell this plus-sized fucking cunt to get some boundaries and to leave you al-
SLAP
" AHHHHHH~~?!" You swear it was too high to be your own voice but it was. The cause of you deciding to audition for an impromptu alto spot? The feeling of Samantha slamming her thick hand onto the middle of your left buttcheek! Instead of leaving it, the hand snuck with the strike, grabbing and tightening. Your flesh legs the hand grip a d find purchase, her hand causing wobbles in the damn thing you didn't even think possible.
"Fuck, this thing is pretty damn nice, ya know? Couple of squats and some exercise could put this moneymaker to use." You want to yell, to scream, to cry. However, in your gut, emerging from underneath all of it, you feel…heat. Heat boiling, rumbling up your stomach and making you twitch as she comes to your ear. "Hey, I got another video for you to watch for me, okay~?" As you close the blinds and as she takes her hand away, you can only nod, wondering just what the hell is happening.
Remember to keep that smile up for your boss at all times! Bosses are here to make you feel good and apart of the company, so make them feel good too, and we'll all have the greatest time together!
Five weeks. You almost don't remember all the time that has passed as you watch the latest video that Samantha sent you. In that time, things had..become strange. For one, you weren't sure of it to begin with, believing it to be a trick of your mind from the extra attention from her.
Has Samantha finally been threatened or something? She hasn't tried to grope me in fucking weeks!
I know, it's a ficking relief. I was about half way ready to put my two weeks in and tell everyone to leave this place. Still might.
….I kinda miss it.
All in all, it seemed that everyone in your office was no longer receiving any of Samantha "extra encouragement"...no one except for you, it seemed. You were subject to every comment, every glare, every grope . That was the worst of it, the fact that her hands were still running on your ass even at home, away from her grip. Her fingers digging and gripping, lips coming so close to your neck, her eyes piercing into you with every moment. The worst was that you were numb to it, no, worst than numb. You were hot to it. Physical reaction, that's all, just Physical reaction. You convinced yourself for the weeks that's all it was.
CREAK!
That was the other "Physical reaction." Since she instructed you to start watching these videos, you had to admit that there was some good in it. About a week in, the videos started demanding you get exercise in. Can't be your best if you aren't being active! It makes sense, you thought. Plus, work had been keeping you from being able to give full attention to your physique so you took the opportunity. The exercises were mostly things such as squats, kegels, things of that nature. You felt…good when you did it. Like you were being cleansed of your problems and your issues. That said, it led to others, primarily in your backside!
For one, the thing was still wide and thick, but the almost square nature of it was replaced with it being two bubbles of pure fat meat that was beginning to hang from you like a shelf! Thick and wobbling with every step, making sitting down a new challenge that you had to face daily. You swore that the damn thing would clap every damn time you walked, making going through the halls at your job immensely humiliating, the feeling of eyes on you as you try not to make noise. Samantha only made it worse, her hands gripping and grinding on your ass. It was annoying, it was infuriating.
It left you so damn hot and bothered~!
Even now, you couldn't exactly handle the heat that was raising in you from all of this, every attempt to sate the feeling relishing nothing but disappointment. Your hands would grip around your cock, the head slick and wet with lube and precum as you tried to find a way to satisfy this growing, disgusting, vile, exciting, wondrous, horrifying feeling! Hours and hours you would spend, kneading your nipples imagining they were her's, tugging and gripping your cock like a cum brained horndog! Consumption of maledom hentai, stripper routines, private twerk shows on sex chat sites, nothing, nothing!
That was until today. As you continued to watch the video, the girl's tits swinging like a pendulum, your breath hitched in your throat as you rubbed and patted your newly acquired treasure. You brought it to your face, the width and utter girth of it almost too much for you. It would've been the biggest you seen…if it hadn't been for Samantha. What you were holding and using your smooth hands to lube up was a fat, girthy, 11 inch plastic shaft of utter prostate wrecking plastic! The shame, the anger, the lust that was running through you at this moment was not to be understated. It was her damn idea.
You were distracted, no, fucking lost in your own mind at work. Every time you saw her, the heat was distracting, work was piling up, she groped and her comments on your changing appearance, how your waist was tight and nice, and the less said about the comments about your ass, the better. Eventually, even she got tired of it, and made a mad suggestion.
Fuck, if you're that thristy, just get a fucking dildo and pound yourself! Doubt you got a girl at home to do it for ya. Maybe you'll be better here if you do.
You listened. Why the hell you did, you couldn't truthfully answer to anyone but yourself. It was the desperation to do something, anything damn thing to remove this heat from within you! You move from your chair to the couch, the video still playing in the room as you compare it to your cock. It's..humbling to say the least. You don't even come half way up the thing, even fully erect, as if the hard plastic is going to be able to straight devour your cock! Width is humiliatingly less than the dildo, your cock looking more like the toy than that one. Even with evidence of the realness of your dick, slick wet precum (or cum, your haze is too much to focus), you feel like the solid black pillar in your hands is too perfect!
J-just to get rid of the heat. You think, as you plant it on the sofa, the chants of do your best in the background escalate.
Just enough so that she stops ringing in my head, you swear to yourself as you lube it up, storking it tip to base. Every stroke is languid and powerful, as if trying to coax the delicious final reward out of it every time you touch it.
I-I have to do this! I have to! I have to, I have to, i have to, ihaveto ihaveto ihaveto ihaveto ihaveto, you feel your mind shivering, breaking, sundering as you lifted yourself, the balls of your clear feet on the sofa, heels up as you settled the tip towards your hole. The slick wet tip is barely pass your much bigger and well inflated ass, but you can still feel the wet thing tease your hole, ready to inject into you. Huff and huff, and huff and huffs of air are leaving your lungs to the point, you're sure you can see them. Just this, just this, I just need this! Oh God, please, i need this, this thick fucking thing in my guts, I need it, I need it, I need it, I NEED IT!
SCHLROP!
"OGGGGUHHHAAKKKKGRRRWWWWEEEEKKKK~~~?!!"
It would seem in your lust hazed momen of delusion, your balance decided to give way from underneath you. What that meant was that gravity offered the final nail to your sanity as your ass was forced to welcome all 10 inches of pure solid plastic dickloving into your sphincter without so much as a gentle warning! As if ripping through a dam, a burst of clear water like liquid shot from your cock with a velocity that sent it towards the screen of the video, the woman inside none the wiser to the perverse show she was encouraging.
That's it! Don't let any setbacks get in your way, keep going, fight through, and show your boss just what you can do to be even better than before! A perfect employee, wiling to give all they can to the people that need them!
"B-be my best~ bbbeee my beesttttsshhh!"
If anyone were to have heard you, they wouldn't have been able to tell you apart from a well paid whore having her guts fucked into the top of her skull! The toy teased and ran its way into your ass, your healthy amount of gained assfat devouring it greedily, as if the pressure was awakening the inner anal slut that was living within you! It would provide a decent explanation for the sounds that were beginning to emerge from your throat, mewls and groans that seem to belong to a much more animalistic part of you, one that was hungered for a much more substantial destruction of your anus! Your hands pushed against the soft yet firm surface of the sofa, pushing your body upward as a manic grin took over your face.
"N-not enoougghhaa for my assssh~~! More, more, more! I need more hard dick in my slutty officeboy ass! More, More, MORE, MORE, MORE , MORE, MORE !!" To say that your manhood was being eagerly discarded, trampled on, and utterly decimated would be an understatement to the show of slutty abandon that your body put on! Your hands were behind your head, your tongue lolling and dancing in the air, as your eyes crossed and you shook your pelvis with the tip of the toy plunging, teasing the rosebud that was your eager pink hole!
PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP PLAP
"YES, YEEEESHHH, YESSS, YESYESYESYES! DEEPER, DEEPER, DEEPER!"
Of course, you didn't allow for it to take that much longer as you sent your ass slamming down to the base of the cock, a bouncing slutboy destroying his own ass with each slam! Your hips and feet brought you high above the tip, the juices of lube that was combining with your own lubricating assjuices made it so that the sloppy, angry sound of flesh clapping around plastic was resounding through the apartment. It was doing it: it was hitting that itch, it was finally reaching that place that it felt like only a dick could, it was going to finally relieve you, you could already feel the knot of pressure emerging in your stomach. It was ready to blow, ready to release, ready to satisfy and ease this aching need. You panted, mind unable to make words, as you focused more and more on slamming down on it, hitting the smooth edge of your prostate, again, and again, and again! It was going to work, it was hitting you just right, it was cumming….yet nothing.
Try as you might, and try you do, grunts ripping through your vocal cords like mad mantras as you attempt to finally finish this! The pressure would build, the tingling in your legs, the burning in your hips blazing, the tightening and stretching of your hole like rubber, it was all hitting as it should. Yet the pressure would release without tipping over into the mind breaking, bussy destroying ecstasy that it promised. You swung your hips from side to side, a mad pendulum of wobble wobblepillows bouncing from side to side as you attempted to grind it in more, hoping that a deeper spot might be the solution. Still nothing.
No, no, no, no, nonononono! It's not working, why isn't it working? This is suppose to fix it, fix me! Make it so I don't dribble on my desk every time Samantha comes in. So I don't state at her cock like a fucking cock guzzling dick whore! So that she can't control me with that disgusting, horrific, huge, PERFECT, WONDROUS, POWERFUL LOOKING DICKPIL-
"Well, now this is a wonderful sight to see, isn't it?"
The voice is able to somehow stunt the haze in your brain, your body hunching up as you feel your brain and body freeze. Turning to your right, standing in the doorway, was the very image of the madness that had begun to infect you: Samantha. She had apparently decided against changing after work, her suit and pants still on her, though she had taken on her blazer, her white shirt unbuttoned as she looked at you. You, with a dildo guts deep in your ass, and sweating to the point that stains were emerging on the sofa. The voice blasting in the background as she smiled, that thing making you uneasy, and burning in your guts all at the same time.
"Well, glad to see that you took my advice. It was getting distracting watching you act like such a bitch at work." The tone that sounds as if she was talking to a pet made some fire spark in your chest, lips set to bark back. Given your position, you had to be careful, lest moans and whimpers undermine everything.
"H-how the hell did you get in?"
"You left the door unlocked. You ran so damn fast and quick from work today, I decided to follow you." Her eyebrow quirked at the clear disbelief at your face. "Don't act like you weren't wishing for this~. I've been able to hear you since I came in. You thought you were keeping that all in, don't ya?" A sinking feeling rolls in your stomach with her words. "You can't do it with that damn thing, can you? Poor little slut boy, finally realizing what all little dicksleeves need do: you need a real cock! A real piece of prime fuckmeat to show you the truth!" She makes steps that bring her to the front of you, and her cruel uptick in her lips, not smiling, but amusement playing all the while as she looks at your dick, your hands unable to cover your wet leaking shame.
"What the fuck are you talking about, you insane fucking cunt?!" The last bit of your resistance had to make itself known, swarming through your words. "Get the fuck out of my house and leave me alon-"
PLAP
"A-aaAAaahhhhhhhhh~~!" You're mind stuttered to a halt, screening as it observed the hammer to the final nail in your sanity. It was even better than you could've expected it to be! A fat 20 inch cylinder of raw, breeding-hungry, prostate raping fuckmeat was slapping against your face, the heat running across the bridge of your nose. A drip of heavy, syrup thick precum splatters, the sounds reverberating in your ears as you feel the heat bloom once again, the desires running wild as you realize that you had no chance from the beginning. The voice feels like it's come to life, the sound is so clear and in the front of your mind.
Let your boss guide you, show you how to do your best in your workplace! Let them use your abilities, your mind, your body to be better than you ever were before. Make you into the perfect worker, the perfect person for your office!
Y-yes, that's right! Samantha's just getting me to be better at my job! I-i-if I do good at my job, I get this wonderful dick! So it's for my job that I'll suck it, you think as you let your tongue slide and glide across the underside of the thick fuckstick. Slobber and tongue taste the grime and sweat that coat it, her hands going into your hair to guide you, more encouraging your already devoted tongue bath.
I-I just have to dedicate myself, just a bit more! The sight of your tongue squirming, attempting to lift and placate the goddick in front of you was pathetic by any measure. However, adding the sight of your eyes crossing, pink hearts dancing as you stare at the engroumous futacock was only worthy of a sub-human fuckbitch that was being born! A-a-and if sucking t, being able to suck it would make me good, imagine if it was fucking me in the ass~~! If I let it scramble my ass and turn it into her personal cum bag! A filthy slut dick holder!
" Hey, slut!" Your attention was on your God in an instant, her eyes glaring down at you. "You're wasting my time acting like a brain dead fuckslug. Especially if you're not actually worshiping my cockhead while you're doing it." Her hand left your head, and she began back away, your face and nose following without any question. "You'll have to work your way up to be a full time dickholster, but you can be my backup if you dedicate yourself right now."
It was an offer, a cruel one. Go back, reclaim your manhood, turn back the clock on all of the teasing, the groping, the harassing. You don't have to think about the stench, the size, the width, the girth, the length, the musk, the breeding power, the size of her balls, THE HEFT OF HER COCK, THE THROBBING VEINS THAT WERE ALONG THE COCK! ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS SAY NO. NO, NO, NONONONONONONONONON!
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"YEEEESSHHHHHH, YESYESYESYEYSYES~~! FACKKKK MEEEAHHHH!"
The screams from your throat are unrecognizable to your own ears. Of course, you much weren't focusing on any sound that wasn't the sound of Samantha's watermelon sized balls from slapping against your wobble cheeks! Her feets were set on either side of your body, smashing your body into the sofa with every slam that she flung into you! A brutal man-destroying the mating press was such in on you, your cock spewing and letting out utterly pathetic streams of watery cum, splattering your whorish face, like a poor little bitch squirting her brains out from having her cunt destroyed! Her grunts were over everything, branding your brain as she held your ankles up.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! I knew waiting for your ass to come to me would be fucking worth it~!" Samantha grunted, the air of her mouth wafting as she plunged deeper into your ass. The air filled with the utter stank on sweaty balls slapping against the ass of a well trained bitch! It smothered your nose, choked your brain, took everything that wasn't devotion and absolute ball slurping lust from your mind. "You look better like this, like a dick slurping, cock gobbling fuckslut~! Look at those puffy as fuck lips, they were fucking made to do nothing but slurp load after hungry fucking load out of angry futadicks!"
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" I-I'M NOT A FILTHY BUTTSLUT THAT LOVVESSH MOMMYDICKKSSHH IN MY ASS! I CAN'T BE, I CANT BE A DICK LOVING slut WHOSE GOES SPURT SPURT AT THE SIGHT OF A HUGE COCK IN FRONT OF MY FACE~~!" Every word was a denial in the face of overwhelming evidence as your anus tried to choke and swallow her cock to the point that it wad becoming part of you!
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"UGGHHHHHOOAAAAA! MY BOY-SPOT, MY P-SPOT, YOU'RE CRUWWSSHINGGG IT WITH YOUR FIST DICKHEAD!" That was the truth, as Samantha slammed herself into the spot with a precision that was unnatural for anyone that was a full hole-hungry dickbeast! Her eyes were angry as she glared down at you, the breaths she was heaving angrier than anything you had ever seen, your sissified orgasms reaching a new height at the sight of her anger!
"Fucking lying little fuckmeat!" Spite and joy danced on her words as she broke every wall you had, every defense you could put up. "Admit it! Admit what you are."
Let your boss guide you to the best possible version of yourself for the workplace that you are a part of!
" Admit that you're nothing more than a living slut fuckdoll, made to take my dick under my desk and be my obedient little fuckpuppet, my dirty bimbo slut dick reliever!"
Give to your boss all the parts of you that need correcting and they will make a diamond out of you~! Don't worry about the workloads, the time it takes, any of that. Focus on making your boss happy with you, make them love having you around in any way possible!
" Now, apologize, apologize to all of the people you lied to! Die as a human and be reborn on my cock as a slut cocksleeeve, show the truth of how much you want to be a brain dead fuckbitch for THIS DICK~!"
And don't forget: ALWAYS DO YOUR BEST~~!
"AHHHHHIIEEEEIIEEEEEE, KYAAAAAA~~! I-I'M SORRY, I'M SOWWIIIEEEEE~~! MY ASSPUSSHHHIE LOVES FAT COCKS IN IT, HE CANT STOP WANTING FAT GIGADICKS INSIDE OF HIM, IT LOVES BEING A SLUTTY HOLE FOR HUGE DICKS!" The sound of your mind breaking was accompanied by the resounding slams that every single one of her thrusts sent into you, reverberating in your head, as if the sound was demanding that you let loose, and understand your place as a living slutty boy cumdump. " MORE, MOAWWWW, I WANT MORE MOMMY COCK CUMMIESSSHH IN MY ASSSPUSSIEES, PWEEEASE!"
The smile that Samantha sent at you would've damaged your manhood, if there was any left for her to trample on. A grin that curdled and stomped on any feelings of pride and worth in you, leaving only submission and realization that this was your fate. To be her cumdump. To be used by her, to want her day and night, you want it, you need it, and she is more than happy to finally provide it to you!
"Well said, my little fuckdumpster!" Her hand that was gripping and tugging at your erection, forcing every ounce of semen from your cock and balls, came to your face to scrunch and manhandle it. "Now, let me that patheic little tongue of yours so I can fuck your mouth, just as much as I fuck you dirty little hole~!"
It wasn't even a thought in your head of disobeying, your tongue snaking and wagging in the air as she struck her own between your lips. The wrestling match that came between them was a farce. She held total control, dancing her way across teeth and gums, a dance of them between the two sets of lips as they hung in the air. She disconnected them, the sound of her thrust and pumping becoming erratic and wild, as her breaths went from aggressive to wild and feral, her hands coming to either side of your body as she pushed her body even further into you.
"Fuck, now you're even tightening up even more! Greedy little fuckcunt, trying to suck the whole.of my futanut up out of me? Good little slut, aren't you?" Her slams are intense, powerful, and with only one truth purpose: to set her claim on her territory. " Take it then! TAKE MY CUM IN YOUR DIRTY LITTLE BOY PUSSY, FUCKING GET PREGNANT IN YOUR PROSTATE, YOU slut FUCKTOY!"
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Every strike was true, every slam that she gave was with intent to crush and break you with her very hips! She had done so, but now she truly wanted to cement your place: as her lovely new dickholster. The sounds of her balls aching, retching, the squealing of that each thrust left was enough to cloud your mind, the final of your orgasms ripping through as you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head and your mouth open in a wide delirious smile as you scream into the heavens above!
" I'M CUMMMMINGGGGG!" The cry is loud and it equals in intensity the pressure and explosion that bursts in your stomach. The last shot that comes from your cock is the wettest, the slimy, the most watery as it bursts like thin strings of white coating your chest. Samantha doesn't care, you cumming is to be expected, a broken slut fountain. However, she's more concerned with the pressure in her own groin. The growing grunts and ruts, the slams that turn into deep thick grinds against your prostate, the demanding, the wonderful demanding words. It all leads to a yell, a roar, a growl of pleasure fucking relief as she hold you down for one more shot!
" TAKE MY CUM, YOU DIRTY FUCKING slut CUMBIMBOI!"
SPURLT SPURLT SPURLT SPULRT
The sound is so loud that you almost aren't able to hear your own heartbeat over it. The feeling of a tidal wave entering your ass causes weak shivering orgasms to weave through your body, as if staking claim on the real estate that was your form. Every pump and rope that lead into you stuffed you to the point of feeling bloated, and yet you couldn't believe there was ever a time you didn't have it in you. The bubbling and oozing effrct makes it feel warm and clings to you, as if molding the very walls of your anus to its liking. When she pulls out, you feel so empty, you begin to babble, eyes unfocused, crying for it back.
"DiiIiIIIiiiCcckkk~~! M-momMMiiiEe dick, p-put dick back in me, please!" You're too far gone to be anything that is approaching human, and she knows it. All that's left is a dirty bitch hungry for cock and she smiles as she looks down, the shadow of her cock hanging over you, the towering shaft never losing its truth length or hardness.
"Now, that's what I love to hear. By the way, I have some adjustments to your…work uniform!"
"Hi! This is the office of Samantha Donald, and like, we have the best workplace ever~~! Can I take a message for you?"
It was so much more fun working for mommy now! Ever since she showed you how to actually put yourself to use, work had become so much easier and breezier~. As you let your fingers write the message out on your notes, you can overhear the other people in the office. Your desk had been moved outside of Samantha's, a part of your new "promotion" to the position of being her personal assistant.
The phone clicked nary for two seconds before you bound up and towards the door into Samantha's office. The fat twins moons of former boybooty was now hughmous mountains of slut bimbo fuckflesh, clapping and resounding as you let the heels that Samantha said you look good in clank as you got the door open. Samantha is looking over her records, glasses on the table as you approached. Her eyes trace up and the corners of her mouth twinge up as she looks at your, cock bobbing and leaking, but what else could you do? Mommy was happy with you!
"Mommy, Mister Harper said that he's more than happy to accept the deal~. He just said that he needs us to come meet them there." Samantha chuckles at that, eyes off her papers for a moment as you bounce with anticipation.
She looks you over, watching as you are barely able to repress your need for your reward! "Fine, I guess you did a good job, get behind my desk and get on your knees, little slut." She pulls out a ball gag, a fermenting condom of her cum hanging, soaking into it as she directs you under the table
You don't need another word, and as you scamper under her desk, nose flaring and snorting as you attached the ball gag, you think and remember only one thing:
Always do your best for your MommyBoss!