Was this a bad idea?

Jennifer slobbered over the cock of her Boss, Mr. Anderson, exhausted. A year of nothing but relentless fucking had left her skin as white as snow, and almost always covered in cum, flaking off of her like paint.

Behind her was her “Lunch Bowl” which was invariably 20% actual food and 80% jizz. And had been basically her diet for the last year.

"Maybe this was a bad idea..." she mumbled to herself, which made her mouth vibrate in a way that pushed her Boss over the edge.

Mr. Anderson gripped her head and held her all the way down his shaft as he fired off his load into her belly. He gave a smile and patted her on the head for a good job, like she was a dog.

-O-

A year ago Jennifer, or Jenny to the people in her office, was a secretary at a downtown corporate headquarters. A petite woman, with wavy blonde hair, a slender build, and B-Cup breasts. While on a coffee run for the rest of her office when she found The Rulebook. It would allow her to change the Rules of the World at large and decided to use it to live out her sexual fantasies.

First, she made herself nothing but the Offices' Fleshlight, staying young and healthy so she can be used by men every hour of work. It meant she stayed a young woman, virtually immortal, but would also be fucked almost without end throughout the day. And at the end of a workweek a ballot would decide who took her home for the weekend. Meaning yet more fucking.

While the fucking was great, it was so much that after the first month she made a Rule to ensure Office Fleshlight’s couldn’t get or pass infections and also couldn’t get pregnant unless they wanted to.

Her Second Rule made it so that at work, while still being a “Secretary”, instead of a chair she was fitted into a hole in a wall and her bare rear would be available to passersby on the other side of the wall with a sign saying “break” next to it. Meanwhile on the side with her desk, her chest would be bare, braless, with her shirt fully unbuttoned while she does her secretary work.

Again, amazing fucking. And some pretty inventive stuff was done by her co-workers to “break” her ass and pussy. It also meant her attempts to work suffered massively as she went from orgasm to orgasm. And when she started to grow concerned that they may actually break her ass, she had to make a Rule that Office Fleshlight’s would always regain tightness no matter what. She then transitioned her “Secretary” work to just answering phonecalls.

Her Third Rule declared that the Boss of the office would have her to themselves every vacation time. Mr. Anderson spent Easter filling her ass with vibrating eggs, let party guests fuck his Slutty Pumpkin on Halloween, and had her bouncing on the laps of every Mall Santa they passed on a Xmas Roadtrip.

Her Fourth Rule gave the other employees the ability to dress her up anyway they wanted and place her anywhere other than her wall and “park her” there for the workday. Some of her bitchier female work colleagues “parked her” in the men’s restroom. Others had her dressed up like a Catgirl, a Puppygirl, a Bunnygirl, a Cheerleader, etc. A collar with the company logo on the dogtag became part of her uniform. One bitch even took the rules and managed to use the vague phrasing to justify piercing Jenny’s tits, bellybutton, clit, and nose.

Her face, tits, belly, and cunt sore from the experience, Jenny made it a Rule to allow her to recover the next day, which only served to have the bitch then get Jenny’s tongue and labia pierced. She’d gotten used to, and got wet from, being led around on a leash attached to her collar. But it was a whole new level of demeaning, and wetness, to be led around by someone holding your hoop ring in your nose. Or by a chain connected to your tits and clit.

-O-

It had been a year of nothing but relentless fucking. Halfway into it, she’d dispensed with having a desk on her “Secretary” side of the wall and so while people tried to “break” her ass and pussy, on the formerly respectable side she sucked dick and gave handjobs. Eventually she decided to make it a Rule that Office Fleshlights had to have at least G-Cups. Again, vagueness in a Rule came back to bite her as she ended up with L-Cups.

She turned away from her Boss and resumed her Lunch, salty cum glazed all over her food. Swimming in cum, actually.

“Has this been a bad idea?” she asked herself. She hears the drip, drip, dripping of her constantly wet cunt.

She messily buries her face in her cum-covered lunch as one of her hands slides down to play with her metal-encrusted cunt.

“Best decision of my life!”

-O-

While she did spend weekends and holidays elsewhere, Jenny did still have a place to live. Pretty spacious thanks to a lot of tips from generous fuckers and from reduced expenses. Why waste money on groceries when your colleagues so enjoy feeding you? Why waste money on expensive outfits when you’re naked 90% of the time and the rest are fetish outfits your colleagues bought you? Her walls were decorated with some blown up photographs of instances from her year of being the Office Fleshlight. Double-Fisting her ass, pushing balls out of her pussy, deepthroating a giant dildo.

She sat on the couch and turned on the TV, playing one of the dozens of sextapes from the last year while she read her mail.

She had a Reunion coming up. What would her old friends think of her now? The petite blonde they knew was now a big-titted cocksleeve. Did she want them to see that? Did she want to fix things before she saw them?

There was something else she was thinking about. Over the past year, a lot of her female colleagues had been less than pleasant. She was thinking about opening herself to being sexually used by some of her female colleagues, but there were some that she had other ideas for.

Maybe it was time for there to be MORE Office Fleshlights?