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If you send me a message from Storiesonline.net it will send an email notice to my email. The anonymous message feature on Storiesonline.net protects your email address and my email address. I hope you enjoy the story. ** Sybian Training Today was the most horrible day of my life. It started going wrong when my old boss (and I do mean 'old'), Mr. Schmidt, took a leave of absence due to health reasons. He was old, but he was also a secretary's dream boss. Okay, he was a little wrinkly and a little smelly, which made it no fun going down on him, but on the bright side, I only had to go down on him once, maybe twice a week. He would even ask my opinion on things and pretty much let me take care of most of his assignments without a lot of interference. And a forty year-old woman being able to work without a lot of interference from a male, well that has been a rare thing ever since the national government repealed all the women's suffrage laws and replaced with then misogyny and pornography laws. Anyway, it turned out that Mr. Schmidt would be out of the office indefinitely. I was hoping I would be able to continue doing my job, you know- without the blowjobs and all. Alas, it was not to be. Just my luck, after two weeks they replaced Mr. Schmidt with Jason Henderson. I loathed him and his smug cocky expression at first sight. He was seventeen years-old and a recent high school graduate, hell I could be his mother with our age difference. It was rumored that he took all the of -New Misogyny Study - classes as a senior in high school in order to rise quickly through the company. As head female office manager he had me stand in front of him with my skirt raised for a panty check, threatening to spank me if they were damp. I promised him they were not, but he was resolute, piercing me with his smug gaze and fondling my pussy until he was satisfied that I was as dry as I claimed. Hell, I -(TM)d hadn -(TM)t had an orgasm in years. I could feel my cheeks burning from embarrassment and I wanted to crawl under a desk and die. Sure, I understand the male boss has the right to check his female workers at anytime, but Mr. Schmidt never did. I mean, I did everything by the book. I dotted every 'I' and crossed every "T". Heck, even my skirt met the requirement of being 5 inches above my knee, but I made sure that they were not an inch shorter. And really, I had always went out of my way not to be like some of the, how should I say, 'looser' secretaries, some of the younger women in their teens and early twenties that I worked with. But my humiliation didn't end there. With my dry pussy thoroughly mauled and my pride all but erased from my psyche- he ordered me to suck his cock. I knelt down in front of Mr Henderson as he stood in front of his desk, proceeded unzip his pants, and fished around for his cock. This I expected. I've worked for several young men during my 25 year career as an office secretary, and never had one yet who didn't want to test out the skills of his secretary, even my beloved old fuddy duddy Mr. Schmidt like to. But, what I didn't expect was the monster I freed from his pants. My God, it was the biggest I'd ever seen. No way would I be able to fit it in my mouth, let alone deep throat it! I licked along its mighty shaft, while jacking it off with my hand. I prayed that he would cum quickly, but it wasn't to be. "Suck it whore," he said, grabbing me by my ears and forcing me to take it in my mouth. "Don't just play with it." Frustrated tears welled in the corner of my eyes as I struggled to stretch my lips around his enormous head. "Ah fuck," he murmured, "What are you a useless piece of female shit? You act like you've never sucked a cock before." The cocky shit had the nerve- to ridicule and analyze my performance! Kneeling there; choking and gagging on his cock, I looked at him with pure hatred in my eyes. Who did he think he was? He was just a teenager, a temporary boss passing through on his way to the top, and I had been doing the job by myself before he came along. The bastard met my gaze, his eyes gleaming evilly. He chuckled, grabbed the back of my head, and thrust his hips twice, jamming his cock down my throat for a moment. I was choking and unable to breath. I could just see the headlines, office secretary found dead in office after giving head. Thankfully, he pulled out of my throat and began to thrust in and out with shallow strokes. It was still long enough that it banged against the back of my throat, but at least I could breathe. He tilted my chin up so that I was forced to meet his eyes. Like a dog trainer breaking in a new pup, he smiled as I glanced back down docilely, my hateful stare a distant memory. My first day with my new boss and there I was, kneeling between his legs, communicating my dependence the only way I could in this position, slobbering and sucking on his monstrous phallus. "That's my girl," he said as he patted the top of my head. "At least you aren't un-trainable." He then started drumming his fingers on the top of my head. My tears fell faster and my mouth grew tired and raw as I tried to pleasure him-tried to get him to cum so that he would stop his oral assault and the rhythmic drumming of his fingers. Finally, he began to thrust faster. "Oh fuck, here it comes!" he gasped. Finally! With an aching jaw and chapped lips, I was never so glad as to feel hot cum shooting into my mouth. At last it was over. He wiped his cock on my left cheek. -Kiss, kiss, - he smiled. I kissed the tip of his cock and the kissed down the length of his cock. I put his cock into his pants and zipped it up again. -Line up the bitches for inspection, - he said as he straightened his tie. -Yes sir! - I had the office girls lined up for inspection. Each girl had her pulled up like I did and her panties down to her ankles. He walked down the line with me following him. He put the fingers of his left hand into each pussy as he walked by the girl said her name. Finally he walked to the front of the office. -I am your new boss. What I say goes. I have complete control over each and everyone of you while you are on company time. - He paused. -I don -(TM)t care to know your names but I have a right to expect that you do what I tell you to do. If you don -(TM)t, I will fire you and you won -(TM)t get a recommendation from the company. - He paused and looked at me. -How many stupid cunts are in this office? - -Thirty sir. - He looked at one young girl. -How old are you? - The girl looked like she was going to faint. -Fifteen sir. - -How old are you? - -Fifty-two sir. - Mr Henderson nodded his head and continued. -Starting today, every morning before work you will line up outside the front door and wait for me to open it. When I open the doors you will come in one at a time and kiss my cock. You will carefully handle my cock while kissing the tip of it, then carefully hand my cock to the next bitch. The last bitch to kiss my cock will put back in my pants closing the zipper. At the end of the work day you will line up outside my office and wait for me. Same thing, you will carefully handle my cock while kissing the tip and then carefully handing my cock to the next bitch. - He paused. -Do I make myself clear? - -Yes sir! - we all said together. -If my cock is not happy with your performance then I am not happy with your performance and you will get written up. - He paused. -As the male in charge of this office I have the right to expect a perfect performance from you cunts. - the teenager looked around the office. -Three bad marks from my cock and you will be fired. Do you understand? - -Yes sir! - we all replied. -Get your stupid cunts back to work! - The girls scrambled back to their desks. Mr Henderson looked at me. -I want you to be the last person in line in the morning and the afternoon, got it? - -Yes sir. - The company bell rang signaling the end of the work day. The girls lined up outside the office but I waited as I had a clip board of papers for Mr Henderson to sign. Finally after twenty minutes he came out of his office with his cock hanging outside his pants, it was swaying back and forth. He knew we all had to take the female transportation back to our neighborhoods and now we would all be late getting home. The bastard. By the time the fifth woman took his cock to kiss it, I cleared my throat. -Yes, what is it? - -I have some important papers for you to sign, sir. - He waved his hand in a -come - motion. He told the woman as she bent over to kiss his cock. -Hold it right there. - He took his right hand and pressed the woman -(TM)s head down so that his cock head was in her mouth. Then took the clip board from me and put it on her head. I handed him a pen. He dully signed each paper. He smiled and stopped for a moment. -A female head has to be good for something! - and he laughed and so did we. He finished signing the papers but didn -(TM)t hand the clip board back to me. He rested his hands on top of it, which gently pushed the woman -(TM)s mouth further down his cock. Young Mr Henderson looked at me. -You know I think I am going to like it here. I have some ideas that I think will make this office a fun place. - -Yes sir. - He then handed the clip board back to me and the line moved on. ** I could barely endure my first day working with my new boss, but yesterday that was a walk in the park compared to today. I made sure that I was the last one to enter the office to kiss Mr Henderson -(TM)s cock and tuck it away. He smiled at me and turned to his office. I could tell immediately something was up. Every secretary stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked to my desk. I could almost hear their whispers, but I had no idea what they were saying, I only knew that it was about me. The moment I arrived at my desk, I knew what the commotion was about. Instead of my ergonomic chair beneath the desk, there was what could only be described as a saddle on wheels that came up waist high on me. In the center of the saddle a very real looking dildo pointed up luridly. My purse fell to the floor, followed by my stomach and jaw. No, this was intolerable. Totally unacceptable. "I see you've met our new company trainer, Mr. Sybian," the teen laughed from the door of his office. "Why don't you wheel him in here and I'll let you two get intimately acquainted." -Yes sir - I mumbled. In a state of numb shock, I wheeled it into the office, careful to conceal it as best I could from the other female office workers. Whatever Mr. Henderson had on his mind, well, he could just forget it. This was clearly over the line and I told him so. "Mr. Henderson, sir," I said. "I don't know what you expect, but I mean, Mr. Schmidt is technically our." "Officially retired," he interrupted me. "As I said yesterday you all work for me. You now work for me. Your employment contract you signed twenty-five years ago gives me the right to expect a friendly, enthusiastic, and motivated submissive secretary, it also gives me the right to discipline you for infractions of company policy, for violating my office policy -(TM)s and it gives me the right as the male manager to train you and the other cunts as I see fit. - He smiled. -That -(TM)s a win-win-win for me. - "But I am friendly and I am motivated, and especially enthusiastic," I whined as I fidgeted with my fingers trying to avoid looking at the saddle on wheels. I sounded like a five year-old for Christ sakes. "And that is why I enrolled you and the other office whores in the company -(TM)s Sybian training program, - Mr Henderson paused. -What -(TM)s your name again? - -Mrs Lindsey, Kathy Lindsey. - -So Mrs Lindsey" he continued as though I didn't speak, "Meet Mr. Sybian, you new personal trainer." "Sir, look, there's no way, I - I quit," I stammered. "Well, the non-competition clause in your employment contract states that you will not sign another employment contract for a period of five years. Do you have five years of salary saved Mrs... - -Lindsey. - -Mrs Lindsey?" "No sir, you know that women, no matter their education or background, are only paid minimum wage for their work. - "Then can you hibernate? - -No sir. - -Do you have a family? - -Yes sir, I -(TM)m married and have a fourteen year-old daughter. - -Perfect, your daughter is almost ready for the work world. When she turns fifteen have her apply for a job with us and I -(TM)ll put in a good word for her. Having mother daughter employees would be lots of fun. - -Yes sir. - -Can your family survive without your meager pay? - "No sir, but. . ." "Then I suggest you say hello to Mr. Sybian." He reduced me to tears and I stomped my foot like a little girl who didn -(TM)t get her way. I hated the national government and their new laws that made this possible, but most of all I hated that teenager sitting behind that desk. "Say it," he repeated smugly. "Hello, Mr. S-Sybian," I stammered. -Look at him and say it! - I had been defeated at every turn. I had no choice. I looked directly at the contraption. -Hello, Mr Sybian! - -Now that wasn -(TM)t so bad was it? - -No sir. - "Now hand me your panties and I'll help you get mounted." I handed them to him and the little pervert held them to his nose and sniffed. He got tape from his desk drawer and walked to the glass wall facing the office and taped my panties up for all to see. Then he handed me a bottle of lube and told me to coat the dildo. I did as he bid, and then mounted the huge phallus. And it was huge, let me tell you. I had a hard time getting it all in, but Mr. Henderson moved behind me and pushed down on my shoulders. "Ouch," I whimpered. "It's too big, sir." "Oh, I'm sure that your womanly cunt can handle it --you -(TM)re a grown woman after all." he said, still pushing down. "No-no-it - oh Gawd." And then I was firmly seated on the vinyl saddle, my sex filled and taunt around the latex phallus. I noticed several buckles and straps on the saddle of the trainer. At first I didn't know what they were for, but I soon found out. They were ankle and thigh cuffs, and Mr Henderson wasted no time locking me down until I was secured tightly to the saddle with no way of getting off without his assistance. He dangled the key from his finger tips and smiled at me. "Now back to your desk," Mr Henderson grinned, wheeling me, mounted on my humiliating perch, back into the office. Blushing, trembling, crying, and inwardly cursing, I did my best to adjust my skirt to hide what had been done to me. What *he* had done to me. I could feel the heat from every eye in the office as they burned into my soul. Oh how I hated him! I wanted to stab him in the heart with a letter opener. "I need this report done by twelve so I can have it to upper management by COB." Mr Henderson handed me the small dictation CD player and head phones, grinned and made his way back to his office, "What, no smile?" he said, peeking around the corner. I forced one to my lips, even though my eyes screamed, "Die you fucking little worm!" There was nothing I could do except begin typing his report. As I put the head phones on I reflected on the fact that over the years I learned after many spankings and standing in the punishment corner with a dunce cap on my head, that it wouldn't do me any good to wallow in my own sorry situation or try for petty revenge. At least, not until the opportunity arose to get rid of this teenage monster by getting him promoted. Then, he would gladly leave me behind for a prettier, younger and bustier secretary. It was as I was typing the report that I became aware of something. The Sybian was vibrating. And the dildo? Not only was it vibrating, it was moving around inside of me. Just barely, but moving nonetheless. I could feel myself warming up. My sex feeling full and thick. I wondered if the wetness below was from the lubricant or from me. I shook my head, trying to clear the foggy fuzzy feeling, doing my best to concentrate on the report. I adjusted the headphones and continued typing. Click-click-click, the keyboard keys clacked. Buzz-buzz-buzz the intruder in my cunt hummed. Fuck, but if it wasn't turning me on. I mean like *really* turning me on. The middle part of the saddle was raised and pressing right against my clit. It was hot and buzzing. It felt so good, oh fuck, I was sure the secretions were my own by now. I tried to shift in the saddle, trying to avoid the buzzing, but the straps held me tightly in place. Instead of helping, the shifting dildo felt wickedly wonderful and arousing. Ugh, ugh, shit it was making me *hot*. Something I could not afford when everyone was looking at me out of the corner of their eyes. Fuck, I could feel my passion rising. I could no longer type. I could no longer concentrate on anything but suppressing my desire to moan in passion. Thank heavens the buzzing and thrusting stopped before I lost control. Strangely, I yearned for more, and not just a little bit, I wanted it a lot. But the gyrations had stopped. Everything in my lower region had stopped moving except the throbbing in my clit. Maybe the batteries had run down. Whew, thank goodness for small miracles. Perhaps I could finally get some work done. I adjusted the head phones again and resumed typing and then the Sybian kicked back in again. I could hear it buzzing, so I typed faster, clacking the keys harder to disguise the hum of the trainer, which only seemed to intensify the vibrations. Closing my eyes tightly, I just listened to Mr Henderson -(TM)s voice on the transcription tape and typed like never before. I typed until I felt my sex grow warm and full. I typed until I could feel the orgasm swell and begin to blossom. I stopped typing and leaned back to let it overtake me, but strangely enough, again it stopped, leaving me panting and hanging on the edge, and growing increasingly frustrated. It was only then that I remembered where I was. I peaked out of my left eye, and my worst fears were realized. Every eye in the office was glued to me. Ah fuck, I was so humiliated, I wanted to sit there with my eyes closed forever, but I knew it wasn't possible. I took a deep breath and willed my heaving chest still and I loosened my thighs as best I could from around the saddle. Only then did I open my eyes and clean the sweat from my brow with a few tissues. "I don't hear any typing out there, Mrs Lindsey" Mr Henderson called out from his office. -Yes sir, - I replied as I played back the CD to find my place, adjusted the head phones and resumed typing. The vibrator immediately lept to life. I stopped and so did the vibrator. "If I don't hear you typing in the next ten seconds, I'm going to have take you over my knee at your desk like a bad little girl," Mr Henderson said. "Yes, sir," I replied. The bastard! Somehow the vibrator and my keyboard were linked, and he knew! Well, I would show him. I resumed typing. Normally, I can do about eighty words per minute, but I slowed down to twenty or so, by starting and stopping the dictation CD. This kept the vibrator at a steady but controllable hum. A level I could sustain without embarrassing myself further. It felt really nice inside of me and I was leaking like crazy. I typed slowly but surely. I dared not give Mr Henderson an excuse to spank me publicly in front of the other office girls. I closed my eyes and listened to Mr Henderson -(TM)s smooth voice on the transcription tape, basking in the sensations thrumming through my sex. Somewhere along the way, I became aware that I had failed to stop the CD, that I was typing as fast as I was able, and worse, that I was on the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm. Part of me was screaming, "Stop the CD, not here, not like this!" Another part of me was screaming, "More, more, oh fuck fuck, give it to me-fuck-fuck-fuck make me cum!" My orgasm shot threw me and burst into shards behind my eyes, the room went black and I was thrown into a sexual abyss. I clutched the trainer tightly between my thighs and kept typing until another orgasm hit. Damn, Damn, Damn. The second orgasm blossomed and burst open. I clutch the saddle of the Sybian tightly between my thighs and kept typing until third orgasm hit. Fuck-fuck-fuck, the vibrator touched me in all the right places. Oh fuck - oh fuck - oh no -" a fourth one, not again! It drove me out of my mind. I was out of control. It was only then that I became aware that the CD had stopped and so had my typing. Everything seemed so quiet. I peeked out from my closed eyes. Fuck, every eye in the office was looking at me in shock. I was drenched in sweat and the seat of the trainer was sopping wet. Worse, I smelled of musk. Anyone would be able to smell me. I had never been so humiliated in my entire life. "Okay everyone, back to work!" Mr Henderson was standing in his doorway. "You cunts act like you've never heard a squealer before." He paused and chuckled. -I like squealers. My mom is a squealer. - A squealer. I wanted to die. Maybe I should have taken the letter opener and fell on it, like some sort of samurai and saved my honor. But, there was no way to fall on it even if I had the will to do so, strapped to the saddle of this damned machine as I was. Thankfully, Mr Henderson wheeled me back into his office and closed the door. "I had no idea you would be such a slut," he said with a condescending smirk. "But I gotta admit. You really sounded like you enjoyed yourself. 'Oh God - oh god, give it to me'," he mocked. I burned crimson red. His busy fingers opened my blouse, exposing my small breasts. Had I really said that? Was I a squealer? I wasn't *that* loud. I couldn't have been. Oh God, and why was I still hot? And why were my eyes suddenly pulled as if by some strange magnetism to the sight of the bulge in Mr. Henderson's pants. He caught the direction of my gaze. "What are you looking at Mrs Lindsey?" He was smiling at me, thoroughly enjoying my predicament. "Nothing, sir." I tried to look away, but I found my gaze drawn back to it. "You want to suck it, don't you?" he asked. He smiled as he squeezed my nipples. -You nasty little girl! - What was happening to me? I was not this kind of woman, and yet, there I was, nodding my head and meaning it for the first time in twenty-five years of being a secretary. "Ask Mr. Sybian." I wanted to tell him to go fuck himself, but as a female secretary I could never do that. Not if I wanted to work again, ever. But, I had already humiliated myself due to this sadistic toy to such a degree, I hated the thought of descending even further. Hated myself even as I asked, "Mr. Sybian," I said somewhat breathlessly. "May I suck Mr. Henderson's cock?" The latex phallus in my sex gave an intense thrum, as if to say, yes, Kathy, hurry and suck that wonderful cock. But how could the Sybian possibly know? I looked in Mr Henderson -(TM)s hand for a controller, but I didn't see one because his wonderful hands were pinching and pulling my nipples. The vibrator against my clit sped faster and at that point I didn't care how it knew. I was too busy leaning forward in the saddle and tugging at Mr. Henderson's belt and zipper and freeing his already rock hard teenage cock. Damn, it looked angry and it truly was a monster. I reverently kissed the tip, I was no longer afraid of it. I wanted it inside of me -someway - somehow. I was moaning again. Squealing like a little girl. I eagerly used Mr. Henderson's thick cock to silence the humiliating sounds I was making. The vibrations intensified. I could feel the dildo moving - rotating in my cunt. I realized I was going to cum again, and I wanted, I-I wanted this teenager to cum with me. I bobbed my head faster, all the while gently squeezing his large hairy plums with one hand, and masturbating the base of his cock with the other. I felt my orgasm rising up again. Damn, Damn, Damn Mr Henderson grabbed my ears again, but I didn't even wait. I thrust forward and buried his large dick down my throat. His pubes tickled my nose and I couldn't breathe, but God how I loved being fucked and filled at both ends. It had been a long time since anything like this happened to me. A very long time. Me, I was oblivious except for the feeling of my own intense orgasm and the feeling of the cock in my throat beginning to contract. Forget sucking Mr Henderson -(TM)s cock yesterday, I really fucking wanted to taste his cum. I wanted to suck it all down, drink it down my throat, but at the last moment he pulled out, robbing me of my reward. I opened my eyes only to have my vision clouded by a jet of cum against my glasses. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, trying to catch some of his discharge but missing much more. I moved my face around with each spurt, letting him coat me, letting him cover my face with his copious beautiful spunk. -~Oh God, what was happening to me? -(TM) I thought as some cum dripped down the side of left eye. I eagerly scooped his cum from my face into my mouth, I just had to taste it. I should have been horrified by what he was doing to me instead I was bucking, moaning, and groaning like the cheapest whore I had ever seen. The worse part was, I couldn't seem to stop. When it was over, I gave Mr Henderson -(TM)s penis a squeeze and milked the last drop of pearly liquid from his cock. He captured it with a finger and fed it to me. It was delicious, salty sweet. I leaned forward again and slowly kissed his cock head. "Mmmm- you know, - I said as I kissed his cock. -I wanted you, - I kissed his cock. -To cum in my mouth," I admitted as I kissed the tip again, then licked around the head. Why was I telling him this? Why was I was suddenly so weak? I French kissed his cock head and smiled up at him. "I wanted to as well, Mrs Lindsey, but I couldn't," he said as he took my head in his hands, "Hell, I wanted to feel that wet little womanly cunt of yours wrapped around my big dick. But, that's totally off limits for the next week. Oh well, I guess I can make do with that fifteen year-old slut who does nothing but run the copy machine, so until then." "What do you mean?" I asked with a worried look on my face. I looked over the girl who standing at attention next to the copier. Bitch! I used to welcome any of my other bosses dallying with the other women, hell there was a time I would pimp them out to upper management, but now I felt a new feeling. Was it jealousy? I smiled at Mr Henderson. "Sir, instead of that stupid bitch, you can ah- you know," I began. He could have me. I wondered what it would feel like to be taken by him, battered by the big monster cock. -Um, fuck me you know and I wouldn -(TM)t tell anyone. - I said hopefully. "You mean you don't know?" he laughed, "Sybian training lasts for a week. Until then, you belong to Mr. Sybian." -~No-no-no-no! -(TM) I thought as I shook my head, a strand of his cum wiggled from my nose, I stuck out my tongue and lapped into my mouth. I frantically worked at the ties securing me to the Sybian, but they wouldn't budge. "Relax, Mrs Lindsey," Mr Henderson said, smiling down at me as he stuck his index finger into my nostril and pulled out the remaining cum strand, wiping his finger on my lips. "Mr. Sybian will make everything all right." The Sybian thrummed back to life in between my legs. I struggled some more. This wasn't in my contract. I was sure of it. This damn machine was changing me. Hell, I wasn't even the same person that came in this morning. Then I felt a new sensation. The phallus wasn't just vibrating and moving. It was gently thrusting in and out of my sex. -~Oh fuck! -(TM) I had to get off. I *really* had to get off. Yet, my body was disobeying me completely. I sat back on the saddle and ran my hands ran up and down my body and pinched my hard elongated nipples and let my blouse fall to the floor. I could feel his cum drying on my face and hair, I didn -(TM)t care. "Struggling just sets it off, Mrs Lindsey," Mr. Henderson said with a smirk as he tucked his cock away. He then reached around me and undid the clasp on my skirt, letting it fall to the floor. "Saying different combinations of words with Mr. Sybian will make him do different things. - He smiled at me and took my chin in hand, I couldn -(TM)t help but look at him. I was totally naked in this teens presence. -But more importantly, mentioning my name, Mr. Henderson, also makes it do interesting things. Maybe you should try them out. You'll have plenty of time over the next week of training. - I looked at him in horror. He was a monster! All men were monsters! The national government were monsters! I use to pray to God, pleading with him to grant women their rights back. But, I realized I couldn't count on God, because he was a man. He had to be. Why else after all these decades could this have happened to females? -~Oh God, yes! -(TM) as the dildo moved around inside of me. Fuck it felt so good. I decided right there to began a different kind of prayer. -~Oh God, fuck me! Oh God, please let me cum -(TM) I heard myself squeal. What was it that Mr Henderson had said. Saying his name with different combinations of words along with Mr. Sybian would make the trainer do different things. "Oh God, Mr. Sybian," I groaned. The saddle slid open in the middle and then gently closed back around my clit. "Oh yeah, that's it baby. Do my clit! Oh Please, Mr. Henderson, tease my clitty." My clit was vibrated between the panels that it was secured between and I was instantly cumming. My hips bucked. I rode Mr. Sybian like a horse. "Fuck-fuck-fuck-I'm cumming Mr Henderson! Oh fuck, look at me, look at your little fuck bunny, Mr Henderson! I -(TM)m your whore, your fuck slut, Mr Henderson!" I squealed as I pinched and pulled my nipples, hard. I was vaguely aware that Mr. Henderson was pushing me back into the office. He said something or other about serving as an example to the other stupid cunts. I could have cared less, I was in heaven, but looking around, I saw the horrified expressions of some of the other secretaries and female staff members. A few looked at me smugly, with a superior look in their eyes. While most looked scared, frightened, with a hot flush to their cheeks, wondering what they would look like when they were being trained by Mr. Sybian. Cunts all of them. But it was so hard to think about anything when your cunt is on fire with pleasure. "Oh my fucking God, I'm yours Mr Henderson. My ass, my pussy, my mouth. Oh fuck baby, fuck your little bunny any way you want Mr Henderson. Oh-oh aiiee!" I cried, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, please Mr Henderson!" By now the dildo was a piston driving through my cunt. And I, I was nothing but my cunt. A quivering wet hole that needed to be filled. "Harder Mr Henderson-Harder. Oh God, I -(TM)m gonna cum. No, oh no, what are you doing, Mr Sybian?" The cock in my pussy was withdrawing. I tried to squeeze tighter so that it wouldn't go, but it was withdrawing despite my best efforts. And then, and then I felt something totally unexpected. A probing, a push against my other hole. "No ,oh God, no not there. No please, Mr Sybian, I've never done it like that before," I protested. But still it pushed. How do you argue with a machine? It hurt as it entered me and it filled me completely. Stretched as I was I couldn't help but to think of Mr. Henderson's monstrous phallus. How would it feel? How would it feel in my womanly cunt? How would it feel in my ass? I lifted off the seat as far I could to escape this new humiliation. "Please Mr. Sybian, I'm a - I'm a god damn virgin there." I squealed. Somehow it must have heard and thankfully it stopped. I looked around and every eye was plastered on me as if they were drinking me in. I had never been so humiliated in all my life, but at least it was partially over. At least they weren't going to watch while I was anally sodomized by a machine. I heard a buzzing below and looked down to see as the little vibrating horn began to move. I was curious. What was it doing? I watched as it began to rise, bringing itself level with my clit. It touched me, sending vibrations to every molecule of my clit. Oh my fucking God, it was going to make me cum. My ass clenched at the dildo buried just inside the ring of my grommet. The sensations grew. Fuck, it was going to make me cum. But then to my disappointment, it withdrew from my sex and began to lower until it was just out of reach. However, it was still down there, still buzzing . . . beckoning me, playing with me. Then I realized what it wanted. -No, oh God no - please don't. Don't make me do it, Mr Sybian. Oh God, you bastard, you're going to make me do it to myself, aren't you? - I realized that the other women were listening, and I burned with humiliation. I prayed for the strength to resist, but my body was already betraying me. I pushed down, grunting as I impaled myself on the cock in my ass. Up and down it led me. Faster and faster. I was doing it. I was fucking myself. Fucking myself in the ass while everyone in the office looked on. No one made the effort to appear not to stare. The secretaries' eyes were filled with fear, the male executives who walked by the office, stopped and watched me, I could tell they were hungry with need. But, I could no longer concentrate on them. My mind - my soul - my cunt only had room for one person and that was Mr Henderson, my manager. Just as I was getting into a good rhythm, the cock in my ass withdrew and larger one that had thick ridges rose up about five inches away. I tried to lower my cunt on it, but it withdrew. When I rose up, it did as well. It only stayed up when I shifted my hips and lined the head up with my ass. This one almost took my breath away as I fucked myself on it. My ass alternately stretched and clenched on every large ridge. I was squealing and sweating like a pig, but I didn't care. I was getting into a rhythm again. Up and down I bounced. Bucking - fucking - harder - faster. I was so close. So close to coming. "Come on baby, please Mr Henderson. I'm doing it. Your fuck bunny is doing what you wanted. I'm fucking myself. Fucking myself in the ass. Oh please, God. Please - I'm desperate, just hold still - just for a second. Oh I'm so close. Oh please oh please - I-I-I need it. . . Oh, oh - oh here it comes. Oh Fuck, oh fuck." And then I was doing it. I was coming again. As my orgasm faded, my feeling of humiliation and debasement swelled. My chest heaved back and forth, I leaned forward in the saddle trying to catch my breath. Oh God, what had I done? That wasn't me. It couldn't be. I was naked and alone in an office full of penetrating female stares. I only had one way to escape my shame, even though I knew my respite would be temporary. "Please Mr. Sybian," I whispered, stroking the musky wet leather saddle, and bringing the trainer back to life. "I need it. I need it again. I'll be a - I'll be a good whore, a slut, a bitch. - I paused. -I'll be a good secretary. This stupid fuck bunny will be the best secretary for Mr Henderson, I promise! - For the next several hours Mr Sybian fucked my cunt and ass, sometimes separately and sometimes at the same time. I squealed and rocked back and forth and rode Mr Sybian like a horse. I even missed my lunch hour but I didn -(TM)t care. When the company work bell ran for the end of the day, I was disappointed because I would have to dismount Mr Sybian. The girls lined up outside Mr Henderson -(TM)s door and waited for him. He came out of his office and tossed the key to me. I undid the straps and tried to stand, my legs were shaky. I was weak. I noticed that Mr Henderson had kicked my blouse and skirt outside his door and was now standing on my clothes. I got the clip board and clipped the papers that needed Mr Henderson -(TM)s signature on it, the papers that girls had put on my desk for Mr Henderson to sign. As I stood there watching the girls take their turns kissing his cock I was suddenly jealous. He randomly selected one woman about half-way through and used her head as a table to sign the papers. After he was done I put the clip board on my desk and got in line. When it was finally my turn I waited until the last girl walked out the door. Then I bent over at the waist and French kissed Mr Henderson -(TM)s cock. I noticed shoe prints on my fine white blouse but I didn -(TM)t care. I slowly, lovenly, kissed down the length of his cock and back up. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him closer. With my head buried in his crotch the teen leaned over my back and playfully slapped my ass cheeks. I wiggle my ass back and forth for him but kept his cock in my mouth. -You are very beautiful for an older woman. Just like mother. - He paused. -She waits for me naked under my bed, every day. From the time I leave in the morning to when I get home. She -(TM)s laying there tied up with eye covers on and noise canceling headphones. - He put his hands on my head and slowly drummed his fingers like he was waiting for me to stop, but I wasn -(TM)t going too, at least not so quick. -Mrs Lindsey, - -Yes sir? - I replied as I quickly kissed his cock two more times. -I really have to go now, mother is waiting. - -Yes sir. - I replied as I put his cock head in my mouth. -Fuck Bunny! - -Please, sir, just a quickie? I won -(TM)t tell anyone. - There I finally said it. I looked up at the teenager with pleading eyes. -No my little fuck bunny, enough! - he said and pushed me away. I pouted and had tears in my eyes as he grabbed his coat from his office and walked out. -Be sure to lock up, Mrs Lindsey. - At home I wasn -(TM)t myself and my husband and daughter could tell. My mind was elsewhere, well, thinking of cock really. In bed I tossed and turned with thoughts of Mr Sybian and Mr Henderson making me do nasty things. Then I remembered my daughter, she will be fifteen in three months, what did Mr Henderson say, he would put in a good word for her? ** It took just over seven months to train the girls and women in the office with Mr Sybian, including my daughter. I watched with pride that first day as Mr Sybian took her virginity, standing next to her watching that huge dildo ease into her teen cunt. She -(TM)s a squealer just like her proud mother. After the training was completed Mr Henderson tried to send Mr Sybian back to HR but there was a near riot in the office as we fought to keep him with us. Mr Sybian is now used to award proper secretarial behavior within the office. Mr Henderson doesn -(TM)t use a desk anymore, I lay across his lap with his laptop resting on my back. He types away and signs paperwork using me as his desk. Every now and then he will stick his right index finger into my nostril, wiggle it around, and pull out the dirty stuff. With my mouth open he would wipe his finger off inside my cheek. Other times if he is concentrating he will use the top of my head to drum his fingers. With his left index finger he will poke my ass every now and then and with Mrs Grant, the 52 year-old kneeling by his side, put his finger in her mouth. When he prints a document, Carla, the 15 year-old will carefully fold it and put in Mrs Grant -(TM)s mouth. She will tell the woman where to deliver the document and Mrs Grant will scamper off on all fours, her massive tits swinging back and forth under her. If Mr Henderson has important documents to sign with another manager, he will bring me along. With both men standing and me bent over at the waist between them, mouth filled Mr Henderson -(TM)s cock and the cock of the other manager in my cunt, they will use my back to sign the papers. Corporate HR has been sending other male managers to our office to observe how the young Mr Henderson runs his cunts. He assigns different office girls to service their needs while they are observing us. I smile, as I feel his fingers tapping my head, I realize that all work done in the world is done on the backs of women. As Mr Henderson is fond of reminding us, it is his right to expect a friendly, enthusiastic, and motivated submissive office girl. The end.