Today was the most horrible day of my life. It started going wrong when my old boss (and I do mean ‘old’), Mr. Schmidt, took a leave of absence due to health reasons. He was old, but he was also a secretary’s dream boss. Okay, he was a little wrinkly and a little smelly, which made it no fun going down on him, but on the bright side, I only had to go down on him once, maybe twice a week.

He would even ask my opinion on things and pretty much let me take care of most of his assignments without a lot of interference. And a forty year-old woman being able to work without a lot of interference from a male, well that has been a rare thing ever since the national government repealed all the women’s suffrage laws and replaced with then misogyny and pornography laws.

Anyway, it turned out that Mr. Schmidt would be out of the office indefinitely. I was hoping I would be able to continue doing my job, you know- without the blowjobs and all.

Alas, it was not to be. Just my luck, after two weeks they replaced Mr. Schmidt with Jason Henderson. I loathed him and his smug cocky expression at first sight. He was seventeen years-old and a recent high school graduate, hell I could be his mother with our age difference. It was rumored that he took all the of “New Misogyny Study” classes as a senior in high school in order to rise quickly through the company.

As head female office manager he had me stand in front of him with my skirt raised for a panty check, threatening to spank me if they were damp. I promised him they were not, but he was resolute, piercing me with his smug gaze and fondling my pussy until he was satisfied that I was as dry as I claimed. Hell, I’d hadn’t had an orgasm in years.

I could feel my cheeks burning from embarrassment and I wanted to crawl under a desk and die. Sure, I understand the male boss has the right to check his female workers at anytime, but Mr. Schmidt never did. I mean, I did everything by the book. I dotted every ‘I’ and crossed every “T”. Heck, even my skirt met the requirement of being 5 inches above my knee, but I made sure that they were not an inch shorter. And really, I had always went out of my way not to be like some of the, how should I say, ‘looser’ secretaries, some of the younger women in their teens and early twenties that I worked with.

But my humiliation didn’t end there. With my dry pussy thoroughly mauled and my pride all but erased from my psyche- he ordered me to suck his cock.

I knelt down in front of Mr Henderson as he stood in front of his desk, proceeded unzip his pants, and fished around for his cock. This I expected. I’ve worked for several young men during my 25 year career as an office secretary, and never had one yet who didn’t want to test out the skills of his secretary, even my beloved old fuddy duddy Mr. Schmidt like to.

But, what I didn’t expect was the monster I freed from his pants. My God, it was the biggest I’d ever seen. No way would I be able to fit it in my mouth, let alone deep throat it! I licked along its mighty shaft, while jacking it off with my hand. I prayed that he would cum quickly, but it wasn’t to be.

“Suck it whore,” he said, grabbing me by my ears and forcing me to take it in my mouth. “Don’t just play with it.”

Frustrated tears welled in the corner of my eyes as I struggled to stretch my lips around his enormous head.

“Ah fuck,” he murmured, “What are you a useless piece of female shit? You act like you’ve never sucked a cock before.”

The cocky shit had the nerve- to ridicule and analyze my performance! Kneeling there; choking and gagging on his cock, I looked at him with pure hatred in my eyes. Who did he think he was? He was just a teenager, a temporary boss passing through on his way to the top, and I had been doing the job by myself before he came along.

The bastard met my gaze, his eyes gleaming evilly. He chuckled, grabbed the back of my head, and thrust his hips twice, jamming his cock down my throat for a moment. I was choking and unable to breath. I could just see the headlines, office secretary found dead in office after giving head.

Thankfully, he pulled out of my throat and began to thrust in and out with shallow strokes. It was still long enough that it banged against the back of my throat, but at least I could breathe. He tilted my chin up so that I was forced to meet his eyes.

Like a dog trainer breaking in a new pup, he smiled as I glanced back down docilely, my hateful stare a distant memory. My first day with my new boss and there I was, kneeling between his legs, communicating my dependence the only way I could in this position, slobbering and sucking on his monstrous phallus.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he patted the top of my head. “At least you aren’t un-trainable.” He then started drumming his fingers on the top of my head.

My tears fell faster and my mouth grew tired and raw as I tried to pleasure him-tried to get him to cum so that he would stop his oral assault and the rhythmic drumming of his fingers. Finally, he began to thrust faster.

“Oh fuck, here it comes!” he gasped.

Finally! With an aching jaw and chapped lips, I was never so glad as to feel hot cum shooting into my mouth. At last it was over. He wiped his cock on my left cheek.

“Kiss, kiss,” he smiled.

I kissed the tip of his cock and the kissed down the length of his cock. I put his cock into his pants and zipped it up again.

“Line up the bitches for inspection,” he said as he straightened his tie.

“Yes sir!”

I had the office girls lined up for inspection. Each girl had her pulled up like I did and her panties down to her ankles. He walked down the line with me following him. He put the fingers of his left hand into each pussy as he walked by the girl said her name. Finally he walked to the front of the office.

“I am your new boss. What I say goes. I have complete control over each and everyone of you while you are on company time.” He paused. “I don’t care to know your names but I have a right to expect that you do what I tell you to do. If you don’t, I will fire you and you won’t get a recommendation from the company.” He paused and looked at me. “How many stupid cunts are in this office?”

“Thirty sir.”

He looked at one young girl. “How old are you?”

The girl looked like she was going to faint. “Fifteen sir.”

“How old are you?”

“Fifty-two sir.”

Mr Henderson nodded his head and continued. “Starting today, every morning before work you will line up outside the front door and wait for me to open it. When I open the doors you will come in one at a time and kiss my cock. You will carefully handle my cock while kissing the tip of it, then carefully hand my cock to the next bitch. The last bitch to kiss my cock will put back in my pants closing the zipper. At the end of the work day you will line up outside my office and wait for me. Same thing, you will carefully handle my cock while kissing the tip and then carefully handing my cock to the next bitch.” He paused. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir!” we all said together.

“If my cock is not happy with your performance then I am not happy with your performance and you will get written up.” He paused. “As the male in charge of this office I have the right to expect a perfect performance from you cunts.” the teenager looked around the office. “Three bad marks from my cock and you will be fired. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir!” we all replied.

“Get your stupid cunts back to work!”

The girls scrambled back to their desks.

Mr Henderson looked at me. “I want you to be the last person in line in the morning and the afternoon, got it?”

“Yes sir.”

The company bell rang signaling the end of the work day. The girls lined up outside the office but I waited as I had a clip board of papers for Mr Henderson to sign.

Finally after twenty minutes he came out of his office with his cock hanging outside his pants, it was swaying back and forth. He knew we all had to take the female transportation back to our neighborhoods and now we would all be late getting home. The bastard.

By the time the fifth woman took his cock to kiss it, I cleared my throat.

“Yes, what is it?”

“I have some important papers for you to sign, sir.”

He waved his hand in a “come” motion.

He told the woman as she bent over to kiss his cock. “Hold it right there.” He took his right hand and pressed the woman’s head down so that his cock head was in her mouth. Then took the clip board from me and put it on her head. I handed him a pen. He dully signed each paper.

He smiled and stopped for a moment. “A female head has to be good for something!” and he laughed and so did we. He finished signing the papers but didn’t hand the clip board back to me. He rested his hands on top of it, which gently pushed the woman’s mouth further down his cock.

Young Mr Henderson looked at me. “You know I think I am going to like it here. I have some ideas that I think will make this office a fun place.”

“Yes sir.”

He then handed the clip board back to me and the line moved on.

I could barely endure my first day working with my new boss, but yesterday that was a walk in the park compared to today. I made sure that I was the last one to enter the office to kiss Mr Henderson’s cock and tuck it away. He smiled at me and turned to his office.

I could tell immediately something was up.

Every secretary stopped what they were doing and stared at me as I walked to my desk. I could almost hear their whispers, but I had no idea what they were saying, I only knew that it was about me.

The moment I arrived at my desk, I knew what the commotion was about. Instead of my ergonomic chair beneath the desk, there was what could only be described as a saddle on wheels that came up waist high on me. In the center of the saddle a very real looking dildo pointed up luridly. My purse fell to the floor, followed by my stomach and jaw. No, this was intolerable. Totally unacceptable.

“I see you’ve met our new company trainer, Mr. Sybian,” the teen laughed from the door of his office. “Why don’t you wheel him in here and I’ll let you two get intimately acquainted.”

“Yes sir” I mumbled.

In a state of numb shock, I wheeled it into the office, careful to conceal it as best I could from the other female office workers. Whatever Mr. Henderson had on his mind, well, he could just forget it. This was clearly over the line and I told him so.

“Mr. Henderson, sir,” I said. “I don’t know what you expect, but I mean, Mr. Schmidt is technically our.”

“Officially retired,” he interrupted me. “As I said yesterday you all work for me. You now work for me. Your employment contract you signed twenty-five years ago gives me the right to expect a friendly, enthusiastic, and motivated submissive secretary, it also gives me the right to discipline you for infractions of company policy, for violating my office policy’s and it gives me the right as the male manager to train you and the other cunts as I see fit.” He smiled. “That’s a win-win-win for me.”

“But I am friendly and I am motivated, and especially enthusiastic,” I whined as I fidgeted with my fingers trying to avoid looking at the saddle on wheels. I sounded like a five year-old for Christ sakes.

“And that is why I enrolled you and the other office whores in the company’s Sybian training program,” Mr Henderson paused. “What’s your name again?”

“Mrs Lindsey, Kathy Lindsey.”

“So Mrs Lindsey” he continued as though I didn’t speak, “Meet Mr. Sybian, you new personal trainer.”

“Sir, look, there’s no way, I - I quit,” I stammered.

“Well, the non-competition clause in your employment contract states that you will not sign another employment contract for a period of five years. Do you have five years of salary saved Mrs...”

“Lindsey.”

“Mrs Lindsey?”

“No sir, you know that women, no matter their education or background, are only paid minimum wage for their work.”

“Then can you hibernate?”

“No sir.”

“Do you have a family?”

“Yes sir, I’m married and have a fourteen year-old daughter.”

“Perfect, your daughter is almost ready for the work world. When she turns fifteen have her apply for a job with us and I’ll put in a good word for her. Having mother daughter employees would be lots of fun.”

“Yes sir.”

“Can your family survive without your meager pay?”

“No sir, but...”

“Then I suggest you say hello to Mr. Sybian.” He reduced me to tears and I stomped my foot like a little girl who didn’t get her way.

I hated the national government and their new laws that made this possible, but most of all I hated that teenager sitting behind that desk.

“Say it,” he repeated smugly.

“Hello, Mr. S-Sybian,” I stammered.

“Look at him and say it!”

I had been defeated at every turn. I had no choice.

I looked directly at the contraption. “Hello, Mr Sybian!”

“Now that wasn’t so bad was it?”

“No sir.”

“Now hand me your panties and I’ll help you get mounted.”

I handed them to him and the little pervert held them to his nose and sniffed. He got tape from his desk drawer and walked to the glass wall facing the office and taped my panties up for all to see.

Then he handed me a bottle of lube and told me to coat the dildo. I did as he bid, and then mounted the huge phallus. And it was huge, let me tell you. I had a hard time getting it all in, but Mr. Henderson moved behind me and pushed down on my shoulders.

“Ouch,” I whimpered. “It’s too big, sir.”

“Oh, I’m sure that your womanly cunt can handle it ... you’re a grown woman after all.” he said, still pushing down.

“No-no-it - oh Gawd.”

And then I was firmly seated on the vinyl saddle, my sex filled and taunt around the latex phallus. I noticed several buckles and straps on the saddle of the trainer. At first I didn’t know what they were for, but I soon found out.

They were ankle and thigh cuffs, and Mr Henderson wasted no time locking me down until I was secured tightly to the saddle with no way of getting off without his assistance. He dangled the key from his finger tips and smiled at me.

“Now back to your desk,” Mr Henderson grinned, wheeling me, mounted on my humiliating perch, back into the office.

Blushing, trembling, crying, and inwardly cursing, I did my best to adjust my skirt to hide what had been done to me. What he had done to me. I could feel the heat from every eye in the office as they burned into my soul. Oh how I hated him! I wanted to stab him in the heart with a letter opener.

“I need this report done by twelve so I can have it to upper management by COB.” Mr Henderson handed me the small dictation CD player and head phones, grinned and made his way back to his office, “What, no smile?” he said, peeking around the corner.

I forced one to my lips, even though my eyes screamed, “Die you fucking little worm!”

There was nothing I could do except begin typing his report. As I put the head phones on I reflected on the fact that over the years I learned after many spankings and standing in the punishment corner with a dunce cap on my head, that it wouldn’t do me any good to wallow in my own sorry situation or try for petty revenge. At least, not until the opportunity arose to get rid of this teenage monster by getting him promoted.

Then, he would gladly leave me behind for a prettier, younger and bustier secretary. It was as I was typing the report that I became aware of something. The Sybian was vibrating. And the dildo? Not only was it vibrating, it was moving around inside of me.

Just barely, but moving nonetheless. I could feel myself warming up. My sex feeling full and thick. I wondered if the wetness below was from the lubricant or from me. I shook my head, trying to clear the foggy fuzzy feeling, doing my best to concentrate on the report. I adjusted the headphones and continued typing.

Click-click-click, the keyboard keys clacked. Buzz-buzz-buzz the intruder in my cunt hummed. Fuck, but if it wasn’t turning me on. I mean like really turning me on.

The middle part of the saddle was raised and pressing right against my clit. It was hot and buzzing. It felt so good, oh fuck, I was sure the secretions were my own by now. I tried to shift in the saddle, trying to avoid the buzzing, but the straps held me tightly in place.

Instead of helping, the shifting dildo felt wickedly wonderful and arousing.

Ugh, ugh, shit it was making me hot. Something I could not afford when everyone was looking at me out of the corner of their eyes. Fuck, I could feel my passion rising. I could no longer type. I could no longer concentrate on anything but suppressing my desire to moan in passion.

Thank heavens the buzzing and thrusting stopped before I lost control. Strangely, I yearned for more, and not just a little bit, I wanted it a lot. But the gyrations had stopped. Everything in my lower region had stopped moving except the throbbing in my clit.

Maybe the batteries had run down. Whew, thank goodness for small miracles. Perhaps I could finally get some work done. I adjusted the head phones again and resumed typing and then the Sybian kicked back in again. I could hear it buzzing, so I typed faster, clacking the keys harder to disguise the hum of the trainer, which only seemed to intensify the vibrations.

Closing my eyes tightly, I just listened to Mr Henderson’s voice on the transcription tape and typed like never before. I typed until I felt my sex grow warm and full. I typed until I could feel the orgasm swell and begin to blossom. I stopped typing and leaned back to let it overtake me, but strangely enough, again it stopped, leaving me panting and hanging on the edge, and growing increasingly frustrated. It was only then that I remembered where I was.

I peaked out of my left eye, and my worst fears were realized. Every eye in the office was glued to me.

Ah fuck, I was so humiliated, I wanted to sit there with my eyes closed forever, but I knew it wasn’t possible. I took a deep breath and willed my heaving chest still and I loosened my thighs as best I could from around the saddle. Only then did I open my eyes and clean the sweat from my brow with a few tissues.

“I don’t hear any typing out there, Mrs Lindsey” Mr Henderson called out from his office.

“Yes sir,” I replied as I played back the CD to find my place, adjusted the head phones and resumed typing. The vibrator immediately lept to life. I stopped and so did the vibrator.

“If I don’t hear you typing in the next ten seconds, I’m going to have take you over my knee at your desk like a bad little girl,” Mr Henderson said.

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

The bastard! Somehow the vibrator and my keyboard were linked, and he knew! Well, I would show him. I resumed typing. Normally, I can do about eighty words per minute, but I slowed down to twenty or so, by starting and stopping the dictation CD.

This kept the vibrator at a steady but controllable hum. A level I could sustain without embarrassing myself further. It felt really nice inside of me and I was leaking like crazy. I typed slowly but surely. I dared not give Mr Henderson an excuse to spank me publicly in front of the other office girls.

I closed my eyes and listened to Mr Henderson’s smooth voice on the transcription tape, basking in the sensations thrumming through my sex. Somewhere along the way, I became aware that I had failed to stop the CD, that I was typing as fast as I was able, and worse, that I was on the cusp of a mind-blowing orgasm.

Part of me was screaming, “Stop the CD, not here, not like this!”

Another part of me was screaming, “More, more, oh fuck fuck, give it to me-fuck-fuck-fuck make me cum!”

My orgasm shot threw me and burst into shards behind my eyes, the room went black and I was thrown into a sexual abyss. I clutched the trainer tightly between my thighs and kept typing until another orgasm hit.