Forklift Phallus

It was remarkable how motivating Debbi could be. She hadn’t even begun the incentive program Angela had tasked her with, and yet production was up. Sure, Debbi was undeniably the cause of some delays, when her new coworkers stopped to watch her nearly nude escapades. But the warehouse workers knew that if their production dropped as a result, management would send away their attractive new playmate, and were busting their hump every other moment to make up for lost time.

It was only day two, but had become clear that Debbi on a pallet jack wasn’t working. And so, Ivan concluded it was time to get Debbi certified on a forklift. A small group gathered round as Debbi’s lesson began, perfectly willing to give up their breaks in order to enjoy the show that was about to unfold. The men of the warehouse had made some slight modifications to Debbi’s forklift, firstly they’d raised up the back of the seat in such a way that when seated the operator would immediately slide forward and right off the front of the seat. Or they would have, if not for the second modification, smack in the center at very front of the seat it was now adorned with a large curved knob.

Debbi, who was completely unfamiliar with forklifts, noticed nothing amiss as she swung her leg over and straddled the phallic addition. Upon sitting Debbi instantly slid forward until coming to a rest with the curved object tightly pressed against her womanhood. When she started up the forklift, as Ivan instructed, the sensation between her legs started with it, the violent vibration of the motor was already having an effect even before she’d started to move. Debbi tried to pull away from the knob and remove the stimulation between her thighs, but she found the moment she sat back down she once again slid forward until she caught on her forklifts special feature, it firmly cupping her increasingly wet pussy protected only by the thin fabric of her laughably small uniform shorts.

“Up and Down.”

“Up and Down.”

“Up and Down.”

Ivan barked out, instructing Debbi on which direction to push the lever switching rhythmically form forward to reverse and back again over and over. Debbi was now flushed in the face and short of breath as she desperately tried to ignore the growing feeling between her legs and follow Ivan’s direction. The observing crowd began to nudge and whisper to one another, as it appeared to their eyes that Debbi was now involuntarily bouncing in her seat, grinding her sex against the phallic fixture of her forklift. Ivan led Debbi through even more abrupt and jerky movements, testing her safe control over the powerful machine. From where he stood he could only see Debbi’s exasperated face, but the audience to the side was treated to Debbi now openly humping the curved knob, giving in and helplessly riding the object for the pleasure it provided.

The men of the warehouse were speechless. This high classed piece of skirt had just weeks ago breezed into their work place looking every bit of sexy sophistication and unattainability, and now the sight before them was a work of absolute beauty. The perceived ice queen was clad in only a mesh vest which her nipples proudly shown through, her modest breasts bouncing with the movement of the forklift, and down below, her ass & pussy were swallowing the pathetic excuse for a pair of shorts, leaving nothing to the imagination. Topping it all, her dignity was completely stripped away, as her animal instincts took control, and for their viewing pleasure she brought herself closer and closer to public orgasm!