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The glass andsteel cabinet you had built to display me in your office looks like a largefish tank. Each morning at exactly 8.50am sharp, you open the glass panel atthe front and help me climb inside. I kneel on all fours, completely nude andastride the metal tubing that is set between the leather-padded mats on thefloor of the cabinet. My forearms resting on the mats forces my buttprovocatively in the air; a padded T-bar riser supports my hips and holds me inthat position. For added measure, there are leather cuffs for my wrists andankles that are used to lock them to the metal tubing.

It always takes amoment to adjust to the silence inside the cabinet after you close the frontpanel. The soundproof enclosure muffles the sounds of business and life goingon in the outside world. All I can hear are the sounds of my breathing (lightand shallow), and the steady, highly audible sound of a clock ticking.Accompanying each rhythmic tick is the sensation of something dripping into thecrack of my butt. It?s just the tiniest, lightest touch, but each dropaccumulates until a greasy sensation begins to form between my cheeks.

The cabinet ismounted on a bench behind your desk and from my position, I can quietly watchyou go about your daily business. Occasionally, you swivel around in your chairif you?re speaking on the phone, and you?ll smile at me. I can see your lipsmoving but am never sure whether you?re talking to somebody about me or not.All the while, there is the incessant ticking of the clock, and the drips thateventually overflow my ass crevice to seep down along the slit of my pussy, andeventually down the insides of my thighs.

I can usuallytell when the time is nearing 9am. Your first appointments for the day willusually arrive a few minutes before. Even though they appear to be engaged inconversation with you, their eyes frequently gaze up at me; their faces beamingwith broad grins. Then, the whirring begins.

The sound is veryloud and masks the ticking sound that has held my attention for the previousten minutes. It?s a sound I have grown to both love and hate ? the sound of alarge mechanical dildo stirring to life behind me. When the whirring sound goessilent, there will be exactly five ticks of the clock before it starts up againand the dildo begins forcing itself into my immobilized ass. I brace myself forthe first touch of its tip and the slow, inevitable push that follows as itbreeches the resistance of my anal sphincter muscles.

Even though nochimes are playing, I sense the dildo?s rhythm grinding in and out of my ass tosilent chimes playing in my thoughts. Being an hourly chime, the dildo playsthe longest tune ? several minutes in all until at last, it is joined by avibrator pressed deeply into my pussy so its tickler can assault my clit fornine (or whatever the hour is) intense strikes. It never fails to make meorgasm. My whole body is left tingling for minutes after the dildo and vibratorare mechanically withdrawn.

The slow drippingsensations of oily lubricant resume, as does the ticking of the clock. Mysenses remain in a heightened state from now on. On each of the followingquarter hours, the dildo will again emerge and fuck my ass ? not slowly anddeliberately as happens on the hourly chime, but rapidly and with a force thatwould knock me over if it wasn?t for the T-bar support under my hips. It onlylast a minute (slightly longer at the half hour mark) but by the end of it, Iam exhausted and gasping to draw breath. Sometimes, it hurts so much I scream,but you rarely notice unless the sight of my ass being roughly ravished overlyexcites one of your clients to draw your attention. I usually try not to cry,but occasionally the anguish is too much to hold back.

You usually timeyour morning tea break to coincide with the eleven o?clock chimes. Severalminutes beforehand, you rise from your desk and remove your trousers andunderwear. There is a step at the end of the cabinet and a window that opens,through which you offer me your cock. I suck you sensuously and try not toflinch when I hear the whirring begin. A moment later, the fucking of my pussyand ass begins. You often rock your hips in time with the grinding sound of themotors thrusting the cocks into my holes, but will hold back your ejaculationinto my mouth to coincide with the eleven intense vibrations that you know makeme orgasm.

An hour later,you may again climb the step and feed me your cum, although many is the timeyou will instead invite your favored clients to fuck my mouth. After the chimeshave finished pounding my pussy and ass, and I have swallowed mouthfuls ofjism, you release me from the cabinet. It?s always deeply humiliating for me towalk nude from your office, down to the company cafeteria ? my ass and innerthighs glistening with oily residue from the lubricant; my whole body stillnumb from the orgasms I have had to endure all morning.

You have a chefwho always knows how you like to have me served up for lunch. He?s ready with astainless steel trolley, and I am bound on my back with my ankles tied backover my head near my wrists. I watch helplessly as he places various bowls andplates around me ? a selection of fruits usually, accompanied by hot strawberrysauce and whipped cream. The chef will always decorate my anus with a dollop ofcream and either a cherry or strawberry to top it off. As a final touch, hewill stuff my mouth with a whole plum before an kitchen assistant wheels meback to your office.

It alwaysembarrasses me when you play with your food. The sensations of your tonguechasing the cheery around in the cream in my ass hole tickle and, any guestssharing lunch with you must surely think I actually enjoy being humiliated likethat. The rest of the meal is spent refilling my anal crater with cream or hotstrawberry sauce and then dipping cut fruit that you eat.

Lunchtimes,though it embarrasses me to admit, usually result in my favorite orgasms of theday. Once you?ve eaten your fill of fruit you?ll lick my entire ass and pussyclean, with extra attention paid to my defenseless clit. Strictly speaking, I?mnot allowed to orgasm during lunch, and you punish me with hard spanks to myass, or will whip my pussy and ass with a stingy flogger, if I do let myselfget carried away with my own pleasure.

On an ordinaryday, lunch may last an hour, after which you will return me to the glassdisplay cabinet before the 1pm chime strikes. However, if you run past thistime it usually means you?ve especially enjoyed your lunch. On these days youuntie me and have me return the trolley to the kitchen, along with theinstruction I am to give the Chef and his assistants whatever ?tip? theydesire.

When I firststarted with you, there was only Chef and one assistant. These days, there canbe anything up to four assistants eager to receive your tip. Chef is a lot likeyou in that he enjoys fucking my ass. Depending on how much time you have givenme (usually not much), I will stand bent over with my hands on my knees whilehe fucks my ass. I then remain that way while his assistants take turns.However, most times I have to pay the tip there isn?t this much time. In thesecases, Chef will have the senior assistant lie naked on a coffee table in theirstaff room while I must sit on his cock. Chef then mounts my ass, and the otherassistants in order of seniority will position themselves, for me to suck oneand masturbate the other two.

You often delightin asking me how many tips I had to pay and whether or not I made the paymentin one large sum (taking all five men at once). Sometimes, you?ll even waitbeyond the 2pm chime just so you can hear me confess all the details of how theChef and kitchen staff used me. It?s bad enough when you are alone for this,but having to tell all these details when you have clients in the room is extrahumiliating. You make me blush even more when you make me bend over in front ofthem and hold my butt cheeks spread to show where the cocks fucked me anddeposited their cum. They?ll usually want to finger my holes as well, which youhappily encourage them to do. If the clients are particularly important to you(and occasionally when they aren?t) you?ll even let them fuck me again, or haveme sit on their cocks and fuck them while you watch.

The last coupleof hours of the working day are spent back in the glass display cabinet ? myass ravished solidly ever quarter hour and my pussy on the hour, every hour.After the five o?clock chimes have rung in my exhausted body, you let me outand allow me a minute or two to recover my breath. You undress while I do thisand then sit in your chair to wait for me. It is my job to masturbate lubricantonto your cock ? a task I secretly relish. I can usually tell the mood you?rein by what you have me do next.

If you?re in ahappy, relaxed mood, you?ll invite me to sit on your cock ? usually facing you,straddling your thighs so you can look into my eyes while you sensuously fuckmy pussy. However, on other days when you?re voracious sexual appetite stillhasn?t been filled, you?ll tell me to stand between you and your desk with myback to you.

You tie my anklesand then spread them widely to tether them to the legs of your desk. Then,you?ll move around the desk and spread me out so I'm bending over it ? mywrists tied to the front legs of your desk. On days when you?re especiallyaroused you?ll even gag me. You then move behind again and feed your hard cockinto my ass. There is no preliminary loosening up or gentleness. You simplythrust into me and fuck me hard, and mercilessly. It?s a fucking that can lastup to half an hour or more while your balls regenerate cum to replace all thejism you?ve lost through the day. The longer this takes, the more energetic youbecome and you slap my butt cheeks repeatedly, until I can feel them glowingand burning with the imprints of your hands.

By the time youultimately finish, my ass hole burns with such intensity it feels like there?sliterally a fire burning there. But you?re not an entirely cruel boss. On daysthat end with a severe ass fucking like this, you never let me go until afteryou have gently soothed and massaged my tortured anus with a special medicatedcr?me you keep for the purpose in your desk draw. It has a slightly numbingeffect and feels silky and cool. I revel in the sensations of it being appliedand will sometimes even orgasm with no other stimulation than your finger in myass?

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The glass andsteel cabinet you had built to display me in your office looks like a largefish tank. Each morning at exactly 8.50am sharp, you open the glass panel atthe front and help me climb inside. I kneel on all fours, completely nude andastride the metal tubing that is set between the leather-padded mats on thefloor of the cabinet. My forearms resting on the mats forces my buttprovocatively in the air; a padded T-bar riser supports my hips and holds me inthat position. For added measure, there are leather cuffs for my wrists andankles that are used to lock them to the metal tubing.

It always takes amoment to adjust to the silence inside the cabinet after you close the frontpanel. The soundproof enclosure muffles the sounds of business and life goingon in the outside world. All I can hear are the sounds of my breathing (lightand shallow), and the steady, highly audible sound of a clock ticking.Accompanying each rhythmic tick is the sensation of something dripping into thecrack of my butt. It?s just the tiniest, lightest touch, but each dropaccumulates until a greasy sensation begins to form between my cheeks.

The cabinet ismounted on a bench behind your desk and from my position, I can quietly watchyou go about your daily business. Occasionally, you swivel around in your chairif you?re speaking on the phone, and you?ll smile at me. I can see your lipsmoving but am never sure whether you?re talking to somebody about me or not.All the while, there is the incessant ticking of the clock, and the drips thateventually overflow my ass crevice to seep down along the slit of my pussy, andeventually down the insides of my thighs.

I can usuallytell when the time is nearing 9am. Your first appointments for the day willusually arrive a few minutes before. Even though they appear to be engaged inconversation with you, their eyes frequently gaze up at me; their faces beamingwith broad grins. Then, the whirring begins.

The sound is veryloud and masks the ticking sound that has held my attention for the previousten minutes. It?s a sound I have grown to both love and hate ? the sound of alarge mechanical dildo stirring to life behind me. When the whirring sound goessilent, there will be exactly five ticks of the clock before it starts up againand the dildo begins forcing itself into my immobilized ass. I brace myself forthe first touch of its tip and the slow, inevitable push that follows as itbreeches the resistance of my anal sphincter muscles.

Even though nochimes are playing, I sense the dildo?s rhythm grinding in and out of my ass tosilent chimes playing in my thoughts. Being an hourly chime, the dildo playsthe longest tune ? several minutes in all until at last, it is joined by avibrator pressed deeply into my pussy so its tickler can assault my clit fornine (or whatever the hour is) intense strikes. It never fails to make meorgasm. My whole body is left tingling for minutes after the dildo and vibratorare mechanically withdrawn.

The slow drippingsensations of oily lubricant resume, as does the ticking of the clock. Mysenses remain in a heightened state from now on. On each of the followingquarter hours, the dildo will again emerge and fuck my ass ? not slowly anddeliberately as happens on the hourly chime, but rapidly and with a force thatwould knock me over if it wasn?t for the T-bar support under my hips. It onlylast a minute (slightly longer at the half hour mark) but by the end of it, Iam exhausted and gasping to draw breath. Sometimes, it hurts so much I scream,but you rarely notice unless the sight of my ass being roughly ravished overlyexcites one of your clients to draw your attention. I usually try not to cry,but occasionally the anguish is too much to hold back.

You usually timeyour morning tea break to coincide with the eleven o?clock chimes. Severalminutes beforehand, you rise from your desk and remove your trousers andunderwear. There is a step at the end of the cabinet and a window that opens,through which you offer me your cock. I suck you sensuously and try not toflinch when I hear the whirring begin. A moment later, the fucking of my pussyand ass begins. You often rock your hips in time with the grinding sound of themotors thrusting the cocks into my holes, but will hold back your ejaculationinto my mouth to coincide with the eleven intense vibrations that you know makeme orgasm.

An hour later,you may again climb the step and feed me your cum, although many is the timeyou will instead invite your favored clients to fuck my mouth. After the chimeshave finished pounding my pussy and ass, and I have swallowed mouthfuls ofjism, you release me from the cabinet. It?s always deeply humiliating for me towalk nude from your office, down to the company cafeteria ? my ass and innerthighs glistening with oily residue from the lubricant; my whole body stillnumb from the orgasms I have had to endure all morning.

You have a chefwho always knows how you like to have me served up for lunch. He?s ready with astainless steel trolley, and I am bound on my back with my ankles tied backover my head near my wrists. I watch helplessly as he places various bowls andplates around me ? a selection of fruits usually, accompanied by hot strawberrysauce and whipped cream. The chef will always decorate my anus with a dollop ofcream and either a cherry or strawberry to top it off. As a final touch, hewill stuff my mouth with a whole plum before an kitchen assistant wheels meback to your office.

It alwaysembarrasses me when you play with your food. The sensations of your tonguechasing the cheery around in the cream in my ass hole tickle and, any guestssharing lunch with you must surely think I actually enjoy being humiliated likethat. The rest of the meal is spent refilling my anal crater with cream or hotstrawberry sauce and then dipping cut fruit that you eat.

Lunchtimes,though it embarrasses me to admit, usually result in my favorite orgasms of theday. Once you?ve eaten your fill of fruit you?ll lick my entire ass and pussyclean, with extra attention paid to my defenseless clit. Strictly speaking, I?mnot allowed to orgasm during lunch, and you punish me with hard spanks to myass, or will whip my pussy and ass with a stingy flogger, if I do let myselfget carried away with my own pleasure.

On an ordinaryday, lunch may last an hour, after which you will return me to the glassdisplay cabinet before the 1pm chime strikes. However, if you run past thistime it usually means you?ve especially enjoyed your lunch. On these days youuntie me and have me return the trolley to the kitchen, along with theinstruction I am to give the Chef and his assistants whatever ?tip? theydesire.

When I firststarted with you, there was only Chef and one assistant. These days, there canbe anything up to four assistants eager to receive your tip. Chef is a lot likeyou in that he enjoys fucking my ass. Depending on how much time you have givenme (usually not much), I will stand bent over with my hands on my knees whilehe fucks my ass. I then remain that way while his assistants take turns.However, most times I have to pay the tip there isn?t this much time. In thesecases, Chef will have the senior assistant lie naked on a coffee table in theirstaff room while I must sit on his cock. Chef then mounts my ass, and the otherassistants in order of seniority will position themselves, for me to suck oneand masturbate the other two.

You often delightin asking me how many tips I had to pay and whether or not I made the paymentin one large sum (taking all five men at once). Sometimes, you?ll even waitbeyond the 2pm chime just so you can hear me confess all the details of how theChef and kitchen staff used me. It?s bad enough when you are alone for this,but having to tell all these details when you have clients in the room is extrahumiliating. You make me blush even more when you make me bend over in front ofthem and hold my butt cheeks spread to show where the cocks fucked me anddeposited their cum. They?ll usually want to finger my holes as well, which youhappily encourage them to do. If the clients are particularly important to you(and occasionally when they aren?t) you?ll even let them fuck me again, or haveme sit on their cocks and fuck them while you watch.

The last coupleof hours of the working day are spent back in the glass display cabinet ? myass ravished solidly ever quarter hour and my pussy on the hour, every hour.After the five o?clock chimes have rung in my exhausted body, you let me outand allow me a minute or two to recover my breath. You undress while I do thisand then sit in your chair to wait for me. It is my job to masturbate lubricantonto your cock ? a task I secretly relish. I can usually tell the mood you?rein by what you have me do next.

If you?re in ahappy, relaxed mood, you?ll invite me to sit on your cock ? usually facing you,straddling your thighs so you can look into my eyes while you sensuously fuckmy pussy. However, on other days when you?re voracious sexual appetite stillhasn?t been filled, you?ll tell me to stand between you and your desk with myback to you.

You tie my anklesand then spread them widely to tether them to the legs of your desk. Then,you?ll move around the desk and spread me out so I'm bending over it ? mywrists tied to the front legs of your desk. On days when you?re especiallyaroused you?ll even gag me. You then move behind again and feed your hard cockinto my ass. There is no preliminary loosening up or gentleness. You simplythrust into me and fuck me hard, and mercilessly. It?s a fucking that can lastup to half an hour or more while your balls regenerate cum to replace all thejism you?ve lost through the day. The longer this takes, the more energetic youbecome and you slap my butt cheeks repeatedly, until I can feel them glowingand burning with the imprints of your hands.

By the time youultimately finish, my ass hole burns with such intensity it feels like there?sliterally a fire burning there. But you?re not an entirely cruel boss. On daysthat end with a severe ass fucking like this, you never let me go until afteryou have gently soothed and massaged my tortured anus with a special medicatedcr?me you keep for the purpose in your desk draw. It has a slightly numbingeffect and feels silky and cool. I revel in the sensations of it being appliedand will sometimes even orgasm with no other stimulation than your finger in myass?

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The Office Girl

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