Office Relief: Dornaa's Birthday

It was Dornaa's birthday. And as a gift, her fellow office workers decided to use Emily. When the Draenei comes into work that morning, she will find that Emily has been firmly bound with black straps that keep her arms locked behind her. There is some rope attached to the underside of her desk that keeps Emily's head locked in place at crotch height. But there's a mechanism to it as well, which is controlled by a button that was left on Dornaa's desk within her booth and a piece of paper attached.

"Happy birthday Dornaa! Emily is all yours today! You can make her head move up and down with this, just put your cock in her mouth and the machine will do the rest!"

The mechanism kept her mouth open wide, and there were little hooks pulling her nostrils up. She also wore a very tight mini skirt and a kinky chest piece that made her bare tits poke out like they were begging to be abused.

The Draenei had already set some stuff aside and sat down by the time she noticed the note and controller, feeling her knees against something and barely peeking down to notice she was pushing Emily back a tad before she pulled away and stood back up.

Dornaa then looked around and smiled at some people that winked at her, feeling like there was no problem with it so she just undid her pants and worked them down a tad so she could free her quickly stiffening length, sitting back down once she was comfortable and stroking her hard on for a moment before she pushes it down with a grunt and turns to roll back into the desk.

It took a bit of work to aim properly and she had to shift her keyboard later but she finally found the right spot and spend a minute just smacking the flared tip of her drooling cock all over Emily's face, smacking and smearing her pre around before she bothered to grab the girl's head and have to really work on taking that tip in.... It was a bit of an effort to even taste such a fat cock after all.

But she finally did and Dornaa wasted no time in using the controller to make Emily lean down and closer as much as able, scooting her chair forward as well until she could find how much of her cock did Emily handle, only distantly hoping the woman can be **** to throat all fourteen inches…~

By the time Dornaa manages to cram the head of her cock into Emily's mouth, the office cum dump's face stinks of her dick and has markings of precum and grime all over it. She can't speak, only able to make gurgling sounds as her tongue works around the head of that cock. The staff knew how big Dornaa was so they had to make the mechanism stretch Emily's mouth as wide as it possibly could, even though it was obviously very uncomfortable for the woman herself.

The machine fastened to Emily's head, however, was indifferent. It was expensive, paid for by the company's funding, just for this day. It didn't care how big Dornaa's cock was, or whether Emily could handle it or not. It simply did its job, smoothly forcing Emily's head down and cramming her mouth full of that dick. You'd thick, because of the size, it would cause some gears and bolts to creak and grind, or maybe make Emily's head jolt a little bit as it met the resistance between a cock far too big, and a mouth not big enough. But no...

"RRRRMMMFFFFFFFFFHHHH!" Emily whimpered loudly, not ready for how much more stretching her jaw was being **** to endure to fit that massive dick.

Dornaa grunts and feels herself throb and shudder, shooting some thick pre out, making that throat stuffing all the harder on Emily and Dornaa just smiles and taps the table, talking quietly. "Good good, such a fine gift.... Let me just get comfortable for now...." She sat there and began fixing up her work area for herself to get some stuff done through the day but did all of that without moving much as she obviously kept her cock balls deep in Emily's face.

It would take a solid five minutes and Dornaa half wondered if the gift came with a way to keep Emily breathing or awake at all but didn't care to check, instead she just rolled the thing with the controller the furthest off she could, likely still having a couple inches in but giving Emily some room to recover....

Dornaa then began reading some work with a hand on the controller and just **** it all back down to the base as soon as she felt Emily complain or struggle, as soon as she recovered enough to make throatfucking her fun.

The process was brutal. Emily was **** to inhale every scent of aroused cock through her pig-hooked nostrils. The machine crammed as much of Dornaa's cock the woman wanted down her throat. The pain was intense. The discomfort is unimaginable. It made Emily wiggle her feet lightly and clench her fists, both of which were tightly bound together; arms behind her back, knees wrapped by the same black tape as the rest of her body.

She was **** to gag around the impossibly large head of the draenei's cock for far too long, retching and spitting up gag slime and throat goo. And just when she was about to pass out, the woman pressed a button to pull her back. Emily gasped deeply.

"HRRRUUUGGGHK! UUURRGGGGGGGGHK!" Her tongue was working up and down the shaft, the cock still in her mouth but only barely to let her breathe. And then... back in it goes. Deeper. Deeper. Emily wonders when it's going to stop. She struggles, moving her body as much as she's able to, knowing it won't help but what else can she do? She almost resembles a victim tightly bound by a spider's web, unable to free any appendage but still fighting for dear life as the cock just keeps sinking deeper into her throat...

The she-stud fiddled with the controller for a bit, finding it all very enjoyable but a bit slow, so she adjusted a bit and began turning her chair to the right position, then finally put the thing into motion, on and off for around two or three inches, doing some more with her own hips until Emily was working on the bottom half of that abusive cock, the first half before the medial ring staying firmly in her throat all the time.

"This was such a nice thoughtful gift..." She almost sounds like she may tear up at the sweetness of it all, but she is too busy half focused on work while testing just how hard and fast she could use Emily's throat, her balls feeling full and tense and more than ready yet Dornaa keeps herself steady and builds up to it some more. She had the whole day after all."

Thick rivulets of spittle and throat slime had begun seeping through the corners of Emily's stuffed mouth. She could feel that horribly large cock grinding down in her throat, in her chest cavity, before it pulls back just enough so Dornaa can use her in a way that makes it feel like she's receiving a blowjob. Emily is being **** to jerk her off with her throat. No matter how much she struggles, she can't make any progress. The staff member who handled the binding must have been very versed in tying knots or experienced with bondage.

It was the most painful thing she had ever endured. Her lungs were burning, but her jaw felt like it might pop the deeper Dornaa **** her to take it. But... There's a reason why she is the office slut. Her cunt is gushing with masochistic juices from the way Dornaa used her. She had barely even acknowledged her, just treating her like a 'gift' from the other staff members.

Finally, the Draenei finished some documentation and was almost ready to start doing some actual work when a fellow thick dicked friend came over, speaking super quietly as they handed Dornaa a personal gift with some minimal instruction. Dornaa smirked widely and quickly did as told, the advanced controller clicking with the simpler one and taking on over the machine, allowing Dornaa to adjust the speed and such the chair stopped moving as Emily was suddenly **** up and down twice as hard, making the Draenei groan.

From there it was really a simple matter of shifting her chair and hips, finding the right spot and just putting the controller in an automatic set that would slam Emily up balls deep hard and fast, then slide her off that cock until the tip popped out of her throat, letting her have a half second pause before she was rammed full again.

Sighing in pleasure at the throat pounding the machine provided, she set the controller aside and got some work done with her throat growing heavy and hard, full with the building load.

In Emily's line of work, she was often made to feel like a piece of meat. Staff had her sucking dick every day, multiple loads per day. She delivered coffee and ran errands. She was slapped on the ass, had her tits groped. Sometimes a co worker would simply spit in her face or use her as a punching bag to relieve stress. And she never got a thank you. No one ever asked her how she's doing. They treated her like a prop, as if she was simply there. Property to be used.

It made her feel worthless and taken for granted, but it still paid well. And as much as she hated it, she couldn't help but love it. As a masochist, the thought of not being abused like that didn't feel right. She craved it, despite it always making her hate herself.

What they did here for Dornaa's birthday though was probably the worst. She had never been made to feel so much less human than everyone around her. Dornaa was using her like nothing more than a fleshlight, barely acknowledging her existence. And once the advanced remote came into play, the pain and discomfort grew worse. She felt every bump and vein on the draenei's massive, blue cock grinding and destroying her throat. Gushes of throat slime were escaping her mouth each time she was allowed to take a breath, and she made sure to draw in air every chance.

It had only been ten, maybe twenty minutes. It wasn't even ten am yet, was it? They still had the whole day? Emily could feel herself starting to cry, even as her pussy throbbed with appreciation.

Dornaa did some work with surprising poise even as one could start to feel and hear the shuffling from the machine put into overdrive, yet she only relaxed her back and groaned a bit as she kept the gifted toy in heavy use for maybe half and hour before she fiddled with the remote again and found that there was one option she wanted....

She winked at her desk mate a few feet away and leaned back on her chair, pressed the button first to stop the brutal cock cheating and then another button released most of the gears on the mechanism, leaving it free-moving and perfectly in place. The machine was nice and Dornaa felt ready to blow but she needed just a bit more to get the job done and such a compact gift was not able to get it going, so instead Dornaa reached under the desk to do it herself.

Emily was always so busy with people that needed it more, so she really hadn't been targeted by Dornaa before, the massive Draenei having other people she could just bend over here and there. Now that she was here, it became obvious why it wasn't safe to handle Dornaa too often, as the Draenei held on to Emily's face and began face-pounding her with that cock at bruising speed slamming her over an over for a minute in a blink of an eye until Dornaa finally felt her hips buck up and didn't even care if that drove Emily's head into the top of the table, she went with it and pinned her there as what felt like a gallon of gooey cum explodes down into the human's belly.

Emily's eyes rolled with the overwhelming stimulation to her throat. Her cunt was weeping with arousal as she was used so selfishly. Her throat muscles felt like they were being ragged raw, potentially sustaining damage she might not recover from for a long time. Snot and throat slime were hanging in thick strands from her nostrils, similarly it was slinging back and forth from her cock-gaped mouth, drenching onto her bare tits.

It was when Dornaa took control of the mechanism and started humping her throat that Emily's consciousness began to fade. Even being allowed to take a breath now and then, the short gasps so few and far between were leaving her light headed. But when she felt those nuts tighten against her chin and thick ropes of Draenei jizz flooded her throat in a wave that made her feel like she was being assaulted by a fire hydrant, she was **** to be fully aware again. She could taste the thick cum overflowing from her throat and filling her mouth, spilling down her chin and erupting from her nose. And it just kept coming, seemingly no matter how many of the potent jizz loads she swallowed.

Dornaa sighs and leans back, shifting Emily to leave her in a good position and re-engages the tool, guiding it to pull back and leave the girl nursing on a couple inches as Dornaa finishes up, taking a good few minutes before she is not pumping out full loads yet still drooling some remnants of cum for a while longer. "That should do for this hour...." The advanced controller that was an additional gift was marvelous and Dornaa casually set a half hour time before the machine would resume using Emily to throat work that dick. Doing so every hour or so should keep Dornaa's dick mostly limp…~

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