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After graduating from high school, I went to a business college to study secretarial studies. After graduation, I joined my current company and have been working there for three years as the boss's secretary. From other people's perspective, it seems like I'm putting my education to good 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 serving and servicing the boss's penis. Friends who don't know the truth often tell 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, and that my clothes and makeup are increasingly stylish. They even guess my salary must be very high.

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

Many times 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 attracts a lot of attention. However, no matter how attractive my outer appearance is, underneath, I am always my boss's sex slave. Often, when I think about this, the shame makes me feel terrible, a bitter taste in my mouth, a heartache from 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 underwear I wore that day for him to see.

Although there is no affection between us, just doing this makes my body burn and my lower body immediately become wet. You are always so charming, so sexy. I feel his lustful gaze and hear his breathing becoming more and more rapid, and I am also aroused by his reaction. My usual clothes are miniskirts that are as short as they can be, and I wear garter belts instead of pantyhose. My underwear is the kind that only prostitutes would wear; everything I wear is to match his preferences. "Is your love juice already flowing out so much? Only a woman like you can satisfy me. No wonder I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. But you look completely different from what you wear." "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 like I was surrounded by countless pleasures, but I wouldn't touch him. "Ah..." 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 usually respectable secretary-general, if people knew that he was 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. 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, I'll first use an electric toy inside you, then 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 tightly bound my body. He loved inserting those vibrating toys into my body, and he often made me wear revealing clothes in front of customers, which frequently harassed me.

However, I've gradually gotten used to it, but the vibrating thing inside 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 receiving customers, deliberately showing my underwear under my skirt, I'm no longer as embarrassed.

The boss probably sensed this too, and when he learned I was used to having that thing inside my vagina, he changed it to inserting the toy into my anus, and also frequently performed enemas. During enemas, he would use a device to plug my anus, and at the same time, he would insert small tools into my vagina. Although I felt pain, I couldn't say anything.

The throbbing pain in my stomach, the unbearable agony, the urge to defecate, all while those vibrating toys were still 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 this. I pleaded with the old man with a terrified 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 they 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 my boss and customers. In the dream, my excrement makes my hair filthy, and both my front and back orifices are penetrated by the boss and customers' penises. The three of them being so frenzied usually wakes me up in fright. I often worry that this day will come sooner or later, but I always hope it won't; it's something I absolutely refuse to see. But on the other hand, frequently dreaming of such scenes, could it be that it's something I subconsciously hope for?

"Your anus seems to be reacting even better than your front," he said, which I desperately denied. "No, absolutely not! Please, just leave me alone... I'll do anything else, just please don't touch my anus! Thanks to the enemas and anal dilation training, my anus has really started to feel something. It's kind of pathetic, isn't it? My body gradually craves that kind of stimulation. Now, my anus can accommodate toys even larger than a real penis.

How about that? More stimulating than the real thing, right?" Whenever I'm lying on the bed, I can't help but ask him for that kind of stimulation. I'll face him with my anus, letting him slowly insert his thick penis, stimulating the mucous membrane. His penis is inside my anus, while his fingers are thrusting in and out of my vagina, and I unconsciously twist my waist wildly, indulging in the unparalleled pleasure brought by anal sex."

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