The pursuit of pleasure

After graduating from high school, I went to a business college to study secretarial studies. After graduation, I took a job at my current company, where I've been working for three years as the boss's secretary. From other people's perspective, it seems like I'm putting my education to good use, putting my academic knowledge to practical use. But in reality, I'm just a toy he uses to satisfy his sexual desires. Of course, that doesn't refer to what happens at the office; it's outside of work hours. Outside of work, I'm a slave to feeding and serving the boss's penis.
Friends who don't know the truth often tell me on the street that I'm different from my student self, that I've become more and more beautiful after being tempered by society, both in terms of clothing and makeup, and they guess that I must be very well-paid.
Of course, I always wear high-end Italian fashion, so it's no wonder they think that way. Even my parents are proud to see me dressed so smartly.
When I walk down the street, I often attract many men, which is what I'm most proud of. My figure is quite good; even just standing on the street waiting for someone often attracts a lot of unwanted attention.
However attractive I may be on the outside, deep down I am still my boss's sex slave. Often, the thought of this fills me with shame and resentment, a heartache born of regret. This matter frequently causes me great pain.
My boss is very satisfied with me, and my job after work is to stand before him in my underwear for him to see.
Although there is no affection between us, simply doing this makes my body burn and my lower body instantly wet.
"You are always so charming, so sexy," he says, his lustful gaze growing increasingly rapid, and his reaction arouses me.
My usual attire consists of miniskirts that are as short as they can possibly be, using garter belts instead of pantyhose, and my underwear is the kind only prostitutes would wear—all chosen to suit his tastes.
"Is there so much love juice already? Only a woman like you can satisfy me. No wonder I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. But your appearance and your inner self are completely different."
"Ah... don't say that!" I wanted to say that I wasn't the kind of woman he imagined, but I swallowed the words back and didn't say them.
Whenever his fingers caressed my body, I felt as if I was surrounded by countless pleasures, but I never touched him back.
"Ah... oh..." His caressing technique was truly excellent; no matter where he attacked, he could make me feel infinitely stimulated, making me uncontrollably frantic.
"Don't shout so loudly. It wouldn't be good if people outside heard. The secretary-general, who usually appears so respectable, would be so lewd if they knew he was actually like this. No one would listen to you anymore."
"Ah! No, don't say that... I'll be embarrassed..." In fact, I knew very well that there were fewer than ten employees in the company. They often said that while they were working hard, I was fooling around with the boss in the room. So, from time to time, they would eavesdrop on what we were doing in the room.
I also felt that my other colleagues often looked at me with curiosity and contempt. I was very aware of these things.
"Hoo... how should we plan for today? First, we'll use an electric toy inside you during the day, then we'll use your favorite enema game, and of course, finally, the full anal service. That's it..." He whispered in my ear, making me dizzy. I could only say no, and a strong sense of shame gripped my body.
He loved inserting those vibrating toys into my body and often made me wear revealing outfits in front of customers, which frequently harassed me.
However, I've gradually gotten used to it, but holding that vibrating thing in my genitals still gives me a strange feeling, even in my large intestine.
When I sit on the soft chair at the hair salon while serving customers, deliberately showing my underwear under my skirt, I'm no longer ashamed.
The boss probably sensed this too, and since he often made me appear like this in front of customers, and when he learned I was used to having that thing inserted in my vagina, he changed it to inserting the toy into my anus, and also frequently performed enemas.
During enemas, he would plug my anus and simultaneously insert small tools into my vagina. Although I felt pain, I couldn't say anything.
The rumbling in my stomach, the unbearable pain, and the urge to defecate, all while those vibrating toys were inserted inside me—it was like living in hell. Pain surrounded my lower body; it was agonizing, terrifying, and I was drenched in sweat.
Usually, the customers wouldn't notice these changes. I pleaded with the owner with a pitiful look, but that only fueled his sadistic tendencies.
"Huh? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You're sweating all over..." He deliberately said this in front of the customers to torment me. If the customers heard the sounds coming from my stomach, they would be terrified. I could only apologize and run to the toilet. And thankfully, so far, I've managed to endure it and haven't done anything embarrassing in front of anyone.
Sometimes I have nightmares about this, dreaming that I can't help but defecate in front of the boss and customers. In the dream, my excrement makes my comb filthy, and the boss and customers' penises are penetrating both my front and back. The three of them being so frenzied often wakes me up in fright.
I often worry that this day will come sooner or later, and I always hope it won't; it's something I absolutely refuse to accept. But on the other hand, does frequently dreaming of such scenes mean that it's actually my subconscious desire?
"Your anus seems to be reacting better than your front," he said, which made me desperately deny it.
"No, absolutely not, please just leave me alone... I'll do anything else, just please don't touch my anus!"
Due to the training of enemas and anal dilation, my anus has actually started to feel something. It's kind of pathetic, you could say; the body gradually craves that kind of stimulation. Now, my anus can accommodate toys larger than a real penis.
"How about that? More exciting than the real thing, right?" Whenever I'm lying on the bed, I can't help but ask him for this kind of stimulation.
I'll turn my anus towards him and let him slowly insert his thick penis, stimulating the mucous membrane inside.
The penis is inserted into my anus, while his fingers are thrusting in and out of my vagina, and I unconsciously twist my waist desperately, indulging in the unparalleled pleasure brought by anal sex.

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