She opens new horizons for you as you get plowed into her desk [End]

She steps behind you again. You quiver with anticipation. She pushes your legs apart wider wither her foot and then you feel it, warm and rubbery, pressing at your velvety lips. You're well-lubricated by the spanking and the finger-fucking and the strap-on dick slides easily inside you. It's very thick and textured to rub across your clit. Donna holds your hip with one hand and tangles the other hand in your hair, yanking your head up as she sheaths her faux cock in the boiling cauldron of your fuckhole.

"Oh, god, yes," you cry out as she fucks you. "I'm a slut! Fuck mel!"

"That's right," Donna laughs. "You're a little lesbo slut. Take this dick."

You cum from the sound of her voice, pushing back against her as your orgasm ripples through your body. Your inner walls grip the dildo so firmly she can hardly thrust in and out for several seconds. She resumes slowly as your orgasm recedes, thrusting into you with long strokes that press the strap-on so deep it touches your cervix. As she fucks you she spreads your cheeks apart, exposing the pink knot of your asshole. She spits onto it and you clench reflexively. Her thumb massages the wetness into you as she continues sawing the fat fucktoy in and out of your sloshing slit.

"Your ass is tight," she says and she presses her thumb against your sensitive, spit-soaked pucker. "I don't think you're quite ready yet to be fucked up your ass. It will take a little time."

Donna pushes with her thumb until it overcomes your clenching muscles and slides into your ass. You cry out incoherently, thrusting back against her fucktoy and the new intrusion, unaware of the drool falling from your mouth onto the desk. With both holes filled, Donna pistons in and out of you, taking you harder and faster until you can't stand it anymore. Your rolling hips guide her as deep as your body will allow and you cum, even harder than before, crying her name over and over through the pulsing white of your climax.

When your contractions around thumb and fucktoy have ceased, she withdraws both, gently coaxing you to stand up and turn around. You kiss her for the first time, once, briefly, tasting the sweat on her lips and the flavor of her breath mints, before she pushes you to your knees. The cock seems even bigger in your face and you can see, beneath the nylon straps, the soaked pink triangle of Donna's panties. Your lust is such that you know you will do whatever she tells you. She presses the condom-covered cock to your lips and you suck it, like you would a man, bobbing and staring up at her as she watches. When she's satisfied you've sucked all of your juices from the cock, she removes the strap-on and sits down in her chair. You're tired and sweaty and so is she, but your punishment has only begun.

"We still have three hours before the end of the day," she says, stroking your face. "I doubt you can save your job, but you should try."

Donna parts her pale, chubby thighs. She uses three fingers to expose the glistening inner pinkness of her drenched fuckhole. You lick your lips. She leans back in the chair, expectantly, and motions you towards her simmering slit with a curled finger. Lowering your mouth to her honeyed hole, drowning in the perfume of her arousal, you give yourself over to pleasuring her with lips and tongue and whatever else she demands.

Her smell is still in your nostrils hours later when a security guard is escorting you to your car. It was best for everyone, Donna decided, stroking sweaty strands of hair from your face, that you part ways with Perry Packaging.

Although she had to let you go, Donna was nice enough to offer you career counseling.

By midnight, you are standing outside a modest house on Terrace Court. You are holding the piece of paper on which Donna wrote her address. In your other hand is a small bag containing a very specific set of lingerie the HR director wanted to see you wearing, a length of silk rope and a brand new plug she intends to fit into your recently de-virginized ass. According to Donna, it may take many visits before you've gotten past what you did with Ted in the bathroom and are ready to move on with your career. It's going to be a lot of hard work, she promised.

You straighten the overcoat concealing the lingerie and smile as you ring Donna's doorbell.

YOUR MASOCHISTIC NEED TO BE PUNISHED HAS COST YOU YOUR JOB! AT LEAST YOU DISCOVERED A NEW SIDE OF YOURSELF!