Luckily he gets interrupted

You continue to gurgle and gag as the cock continues to repetitively penetrate your defenseless throat. With the short bursts of air you’re gifted, you feel your head getting light, you don’t know how much more of this you’re going to be able to take.

“Mick! We got a call.” You hear another man’s voice shout.

To your surprise and relief, the hands around your head suddenly release their hold, followed by the cock sliding full out of your mouth. Puddles of saliva drip onto the floor from your newly emptied mouth as you attempt to collect as much air back into your lungs as possible.

The large man in front of you, quickly zips up his pants, seemingly unbothered by his slobber coated cock sliding back behind dry fabric. He looks down at you, giving a slight grin, the first sense of emotion you’ve gotten from him yet. You wince as he brings his hand down, but it only results in him lightly patting you on your head.

“I’ve got to get back to work.” He says, his gruff voice matching his body. “But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be in need of your services again.” He slides his hand over to your mouth, pressing his thumb down on your tongue as he holds your chin. You have no choice but to stare up at him as he glares down. The amount of time almost becomes awkward (If this could become any more awkward) before he pulls his hand away.

He leaves your vision as you hear the footsteps from the two men moving off into the distance. With that, it’s once again just you and the receptionist. She says nothing at first, just typing at her computer, but soon her eyes are back on you, along with her friendly smile.

“Did you have fun?” She asks.

You feel your blood boiling as you know you have no way to truly answer that question. All you can do is stare, your mouth wide open, still actively dripping.

“You know…” She says, once again getting up and walking towards you.

“For a bitch who volunteered to be a free use pet, you seemed a little… unprepared to take that cock.” She says.

“Ohhh uhhhh!” You groan in an attempt to say “No shit!”

“It’s okay, I’m not judging, I’m just concerned.” She says, her overly bubbly tone not exactly convincing you of her sincerity. “Up!” She commands, clapping her hands.

You hesitate for a moment, not wanting to give her anything, but as you think about the last time you didn’t comply, you decide to stand, that is if you can even call what you’re able to do as “standing” You drop you folded arms to the ground as you raise your folded legs, brining you back onto all fours.

“Good girl!” She praises.

You do your best to follow her with your head as she moves behind you.

“What if he had decided to fuck that little ass of yours?” She asks, as her hand lightly presses against your rear cheek. “I’d bet you’re so tight. And though that of course makes you even more enticing to most men, if you take too much too soon, you could hurt yourself which means you won’t be able to be fucked silly nearly as much as you want to.”

Her words make you more than uneasy as you’re taunted by the reality of your predicament. You feel her hand playfully rub against your ass as it slides over to the tail, still firmly planted inside of you.

“And that’s why I’ve given you this tail specifically.” She says as her hand squeezes against the tip of the rubber tail.

Your eyes bulge as you suddenly feel the unwanted pressure inside of you increase.

“Your plug win inflate with every squeeze.” She says, squeezing it again.

Again you feel it growing, stretching you even more.

“Pretty much everyone here knows to squeeze these tails to reward good bitches, and some just do it for fun.” She says, giving another squeeze. “But either way, it will help you safely adjust to taking all the cock your little puppy heart could ask for.”

You feel your body shaking, unsure if it’s from all the intense emotions you’re currently experiencing, or from the feeling of being stretched out from your insides. Either way, you still struggle to process that all of this is happening, and you don’t dare to think about what experiences are awaiting you.

“Now! I must get back to work.” She says as she perks back up. She completely shifts back to the friendly, professional demeanor she originally greeted you with as she goes back to her desk. “They’re expecting you at the service station down the hall.” She says pointing toward the a sign showing the way. “But don’t worry, they know the chances are high you might get… busy… on the way there.”

A sinister grin peaks through her friendly smile, before she goes back to her computer, completely ignoring you.

You remain still, every thought of how you could get out of this seeming more and more impossible the longer you focus on them. Unfortunately it seems like all you can do is continue to live out this nightmare. With a deep shaky breath, you turn towards the hall.