Lilah's ass

Dennis bends me over the desk, my boobs smushing against the scattered papers. "I couldn't help but notice that your ass seems more...developed than previous models," he says. "I would like to examine more closely."

My mouth drops open as I feel that mighty glans pushing against my crinkled little back hole. Dennis tries to penetrate my sphincter a few times without success. He stops and steps back to regard me suspiciously. "I thought all models were supposed to be self-lubricating."

"It is possible my asshole is defective," I gasp. "However, I can assure you that I am producing sufficient lubrication from my front hole." Indeed, my pussy throbs and streaks of arousal trace paths of moisture down my inner thighs--all thanks to the deep humiliation and submissiveness I've been feeling ever since I stripped naked.

"Alright," Dennis grunts. "That'll have to do. But I hope your anal stimulation routines are not defective, too." He dips his cock in my pussy, marinating it in my juices, then returns to my asshole. It's still a struggle, but eventually he slips in. Grasping my hips, he pushes deeper into my rectum, centimeter by centimeter, until at last I've swallowed him to the root. I close my eyes at the sensation of fullness, thankful that I remembered to clean myself thoroughly back there earlier today.

Dennis begins to fuck me--hard. He drives my thighs into the padded side of the desk. My tits scrape along the top, messing up his stacks of papers further, even causing some to fly off the desk entirely. I moan. I scream. In that cavernous space, my wails echo and rebound, coming back to me distorted and alien. Every single eye in the lobby is fixed on me now, watching as my asshole is deliciously ravaged.

I've never climaxed from anal before, but there's a first time for everything. The exposure, the humiliation, Dennis's seeming indifference, his sheer stamina, my aching asshole, my drenched pussy, my chafed nipples--it's all adding up. When it finally comes, my legs tremble and my knees lock up, no longer able to support my weight. Dennis has to grip me even harder by the hips to keep my from sliding to the floor. He grunts in exertion and gives one final thrust before carefully extracting himself from my rectum. Dribbles of white cum spurt from my sphincter and join the trails of girl slime already decorating my inner thighs.

"I'll send the evaluation to Quality Control by end of day," says Dennis calmly, zipping his slacks back up. "In the meantime, you should be returned to Inventory."

At his gesture, another Bureau employee--a young woman about my age--hurries up and grabs my upper arm. Still coming down from my high, I allow her to guide me across the lobby. With a final glance backwards, I see Dennis stooping down to retrieve his papers and my clothes. The former are returned to his desk while the latter go into the nearby wastebasket. Then the girl tugs on my arm more insistently, and I turn my head forward again. Cum drips onto the cold marble with every step, marking my passage for anyone to follow.