The Sexretary's Next Big Assignment (2 page)

I let out a little moan on David’s cock at the thought of strange men punishing me and fucking me all day. The vibrations from my moan were all it took to set him off, and he shot his load deep down my throat while I worried. Bobby and David regularly fucked me, and there had been several occasions where the construction workers on their team had taken part. But these were all men I knew. Well, at least they were men I knew now, even if I hadn’t known them when I first started this job.

But they’d never let other men outside the company touch me. The closest they’d come to that was punishing me or having sex with me (or both) while on a conference call.

This was entirely different.

While I worked to swallow the salty, musky stuff, Bobby moved around to the other side of the curtain again. The motor of my fucking machine revved up, and it started thrusting into me at an insane pace. David put a spider gag in my mouth and fastened it behind my head. The chain tugging on my clamps jiggled and then resettled with my nipples and clit stretched even more painfully than they already had been. A blindfold settled over my eyes. Random objects were placed on my stomach—and at least one of them was a flogger. The soft falls tickled against my skin. As a final touch, noise-cancelling headphones were placed on my ears.

I couldn’t see a damn thing, couldn’t even hear myself breathe. Nothing.

And then I was alone.

I couldn’t tell you how long I was there, strapped to the table, unable to see or hear or move even the tiniest little bit. I also couldn’t put into words just how bad I wanted to come, from the fucking machine moving in and out of my pussy so fast I was sure the motor would burn up, and from the clamps biting into my three most sensitive parts, and from the inability to focus because of all of that. Hell, I couldn’t even tell you how hard I jumped against my restraints when hand after hand lifted those random objects off of my belly. But I definitely knew how loud I screamed when an arm came down over my shoulder blades and dragged from there down to my thighs, popping all of my clamps and clothespins free in one fell swoop.

Well, not that I heard my own scream. I just know how raw my throat felt after the scream—like I’d done damage to my vocal chords or something. So yeah, I screamed pretty fucking loud. So many tears were coming from my eyes so fast that my blindfold was drenched from them.

And then everything was happening at once.

A massive cock shoved into my mouth through the spider gag and strong hands held my head still while he face fucked me. The tip of a cane struck one breast while a crop smacked repeatedly over the other. The fucking machine stopped and the dildo came free.

Then the speculum was pulled out of my pussy, but almost immediately pressed inside my asshole. It went deep, hot and wet with my juices, and stretched my nether hole wide. Now, I’d been fucked in the ass many times over the last several months, but damn. This stretched me in a way I’d never imagined.

Moments later, the fucking machine pressed into that hole, but with a longer, skinnier, more flexible dildo attached. This one was huge—longer than anything I’d ever had inside me before. It kept going deeper, and I squirmed, but that only aided it in moving inside me, so deep that my insides started to clench and cramp from the invasion.

Finally it stopped and moved out, only to take up a rhythm similar to that of the man fucking my throat. Speaking of him, he pulled out of my mouth long enough that he could jump up onto my gyno table, straddle my head, and start thrusting down into my throat.

I gurgled and glugged all around him, fighting for air while his balls slapped against my nose over and over again. The smooth skin of his cock slipped into my well-trained throat with ease. Each time a particularly hard strike came down on one of my breasts, I would scream a little. That only seemed to fuel him, though, and he’d get harder and longer and fuck me faster.

I felt fingers at my cunt, and then a hard ball, smallish and smooth, pressed inside my opening. My pussy sucked it inside, and then another, and another. Those little balls moved around inside me, bumping into each other and pressing against my walls, and generally making me want to scream out in orgasm. But it didn’t stop there. The humming motion of a vibrator pressed at my slit, and then I was split in half by the biggest vibe I’d ever encountered. It kept going, deeper and deeper, until I was sure I was going to tear apart like I was giving birth.

When it stopped, it stayed put…but the intensity of the vibration was kicked up to the nth degree, sending those little balls into orbit around it. They bounced and kicked and jerked around, striking my g-spot incessantly. Just a few seconds more of all of that stimulation, and I’d be coming like a Mack truck.

That was when the flogger started raining blows down on my clit. It was just enough pain, to go along with the variety of strikes to my breasts, to keep me from falling over that cliff. Barely, but it did the trick. Instead, they kept me in a constant state of need and pain.

And I do mean constant.

I lost track of how long they kept torturing me like that. I know the first dude throat fucking me had come and moved off, and had been replaced. I don’t think I sucked off the same guy twice, though it’s difficult to tell for certain—they did, at least, all have a slightly different feel and taste—but I sucked off at least four cocks, maybe five, before they stopped the machine in my ass and took the vibe and balls out of my pussy and stopped flogging and caning and cropping me.

I’d barely realized there was a distinct lack of stimulation occurring before strong hands were all over me, releasing my wrists and ankles and lifting me free from the gyno table. The spider gag came free, only to be replaced with a squishy ball gag moments later, one that pressed down on my tongue and the roof of my mouth simultaneously and left me drooling.

My skirt was pulled off, then my top, leaving me with nothing but the garter and stockings and heels. Something fastened around my neck—leather?—I couldn’t be sure. When I tried to reach up and touch it, my hands were pulled behind my back. They bent my arms at the elbows, then bound the wrists to the elbows.

While that was still going on, smallish dildos were pushed up into both my pussy and my ass. They weren’t nearly as big as what I’d just had inside me, and I thought for a moment they were so small they’d fall out (which would be no skin off my back). I wasn’t so lucky, though. Once they were in place, they started to inflate inside me. It was like they were balloons, getting longer and bigger around at once. The two dildos were fully within my body, with just thin air valves hanging free, and they kept growing to the point I was writhing in pain.

I was so full from them, so insanely full I thought I might pop from the pressure and heat and stinging. And still they kept getting bigger, sending cramps roiling through my womb and belly along with an insane sexual heat. Apparently my dancing around in place wasn’t making the men too happy, because several sharp slaps came down on my ass and breasts.

And then I was lifted up. They spread my thighs wide and resettled me over something hard and narrow—something that bit up in between my pussy lips and ass cheeks. Oh, hell—the sawhorse. It felt like the end of it was right beneath my butt, but I couldn’t be sure. With the positioning, though, there was no chance in hell that either of those dildos were coming out of me any time soon.

With the stilettos on, I was able to support enough of my weight that it wasn’t too bad. I felt fingers at the collar around my neck, and rope was pressed through a steel loop on it. Then my arms were lifted up and back, and more rope came between my joined arms and my body. Neither was tightened too much, and so I could move my upper body around if I wanted. But the more I moved, the more uncomfortable it was on my cunt.

And then the option of relieving the pressure on my sex was taken from me. While two men worked at my breasts, tying strings tightly around my nipples and attaching them to something high so they were stretched taut and stinging with fire, two more bent to my ankles and pulled them up, out, and back. Cuffs attached to each ankle, settling them in place, and then more cuffs came to my knees. They were tugged down and out while my ankles were up higher, and there was no possible way for me to lift my hips.

Not only that, but the strings on my tits had me leaning forward. That served to put even greater pressure on my aching clit.

I moaned into my gag, but knew it wouldn’t help. These men, my bosses’ clients, had been granted the right to punish me. All I could do was endure it as well as possible and wait for the screaming orgasm that would come later.

They left me like that for a long time. A
very
long time. Every now and then, someone would touch me. One time it was teeth biting all around my breasts, making the fire in my nipples spread further. Another time, it was a fingers frigging incessantly on my painfully distended clit. Then later someone removed my stilettos, caned the soles of my feet, and then put the stilettos back on me.

I was a whimpering, blubbering, sweaty mess. Drool was pouring down my face and all over my stretched breasts at a rapid rate. I wanted to come—
needed
to come—but the shooting pain in my sex was just painful enough that there was no chance in hell I could.

Then my blindfold and headphones were lifted off.

I blinked under the lights for a moment, trying to reorient myself as quickly as possible. There was only one man in the room with me, but oh, what a man he was.

He looked like a body builder or a professional wrestler, huge and muscular and intimidating. Bobby and David, my bosses, were both big men—over six feet and two hundred pounds each—but this guy dwarfed them in comparison. Compared to me? There was no way in hell I would get away with anything with this guy. He probably had a good foot of height over me, and at least an extra hundred fifty pounds or so of muscle.

I was pretty sure, now that I could see him, he wasn’t one of the dudes I’d sucked off earlier. I sincerely doubted that he’d been involved in strapping me in as I was now. I would have remembered rippling muscles like that touching me.

He jerked my head back by a fistful of hair, forcing me to look up into his eyes. Then his other hand was kneading my tits. Kneading was probably too kind a term, actually. Squeezing the hell out of them might be more accurate. His grip felt like he would easily bruise me without much effort at all.

I let out a groan into my gag, and he smiled down at me. It was an almost evil smile—full of dangerous intent.

Still holding my head captive by my hair, he released my tits and slid his hand around to my back, pressing hard into the small of it so I was arched unnaturally. That released a bit of the pressure on my tits, but stretched the tendons in my legs even as it pressed my clit down even harder against the wooden beam beneath me.

I strained for breath and fought back tears while he put a grinding pressure on my pelvis, dragging my clit back and forth over the sawhorse in short, hard bursts.

“My board of directors tells me that you’re a good cock sucker.”

My battle with the tears was lost, as he only ground me harder, faster against the wooden beam.

He yanked me back by the hair again, then licked the salty tears from my eyes. “I don’t want you to suck my cock, though. Not now, at least.”

He released me all of a sudden, and I fell back into the position I’d been in for way too long. I screamed into my gag from the shocking tug on my nipples, and he laughed.

I lost sight of him as he moved behind me. That made me very nervous, because there was something decidedly unsettling about him. I wanted to know what he was doing, but no matter how I stretched my neck or strained my neck, I couldn’t tell. When he came back to stand beside me, I couldn’t tell what, if anything, he had with him.

With one hand, he reached up and undid the buckle holding my gag into place. When he pulled it free, a torrent of saliva followed, drenching my chest in the stuff.

“Did your bosses tell you that they’ve offered to let me purchase your services from them on a full-time basis?”