slaves serving the boss's penis

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 doing that at the office; it refers to my time outside of work. 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 when they meet me on the street that I'm different from my student days. They say I've become more and more beautiful after being tempered by society, both in terms of clothing and makeup, and they guess that my salary must be very high.

Of course, I'm always wearing high-end Italian fashion, so it's no wonder they think that way. Even my parents are proud to see me dressed so smartly.

Often, when I walk down the street, I 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 draws a lot of attention.

However, no matter how attractive I am on the outside, internally, I am still my boss's sex slave. Many times, when I think about this, the shame fills me with a bitter taste, a heartache born of regret. This matter often causes me great pain.

My boss is very satisfied with me, and my job after work is to stand in front of him wearing the same underwear I wore that day for him to see.

Although there is no affection between us, just doing this makes my body burn with desire, and my lower body immediately becomes wet.

"You are always so charming, so sexy," he says, his lustful gaze filling me, and I hear his breathing becoming increasingly rapid. His reaction also arouses me.

My usual attire consists of miniskirts that are as short as they can possibly be, and I wear garter belts instead of pantyhose. My underwear is the kind only prostitutes would wear, all chosen to suit his preferences.

"Is your love juice already flowing so much? Only a woman like you can satisfy me. No wonder I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. But your appearance is completely different from your underwear." "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 superb; no matter where he attacked, he could give me endless stimulation, making me uncontrollably frantic.

"Don't shout so loudly. It wouldn't be good if people outside heard. The usually respectable secretary-general, if people knew that you were such a lewd person, 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, and they often said that while they were working hard, I was fooling around with the boss in the room. So, from time to time, those people would eavesdrop on our activities outside the door.

I also felt that my other colleagues often cast curious and contemptuous glances at me. I was very aware of these things.

"Hoo... how should today's plan be? In the daytime, we'll first use an electric toy inside you, then use your favorite enema game, and of course, finally, a 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 he 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 boss with a pitiful look, but that only fueled his sadistic tendencies.

"Huh? What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? You're all sweating..." 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 inserted into both my front and back. The three of them being so crazy often wakes me up in fright.

I often worry that this day will come sooner or later, and I always hope that it won't come. It's something I absolutely refuse to accept. But on the other hand, is it possible that dreaming about this scene often is my subconscious hope?

"Your anus seems to be reacting better than your front." He said this

, and I desperately denied it. "No, absolutely not. Please leave me alone... You can do anything else, just please don't touch my anus!" Due to the training of enemas and anal dilation, my anus has really started to feel something. It's kind of sad, isn't it? The body gradually seeks that kind of stimulation. Now, my anus can accommodate toys that are even 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 face him, letting him slowly insert his thick penis, stimulating the mucous membranes.

His penis is inside my anus, while his fingers are thrusting in and out of my vagina, and I unconsciously twist my hips wildly, indulging in the unparalleled pleasure of anal sex.

[The End]

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