My Outlook calendar has daily entries that no other secretary has. At nine o'clock, my breasts are in the lab for their morning milking and massage. This is perhaps my favourite appointment, because my breasts are usually so full at that point that it's a blissful relief to have the machine sucking hungrily on my nipples, draining my heavy and overburdened breasts, while I sit behind my desk, two whole floors above, sipping my chai tea latte.
Sometimes, if I'm feeling particularly horny - which, to be honest, is most times - I'll pop to the bathroom and snap a photo of the crotch of my underwear, wet and cum-stained. It has become part of my daily routine to be woken in the mornings by my boss's cock thrusting into my mouth, and my husband's hard cock thrusting into my cunt. It is, as they say, a very rude awakening. While I suck on a cock that I cannot see, my husband holds my hair like a rein and spanks my bum. "Dirty slut," he hisses.
Smack!
"Filthy whore!"
Smack!
"Cuck!" I sneer at him afterwards, taking great pleasure in showing him the cum in my mouth and on my lips. And two hours later I treat the cuck by letting him see his cum leaking from my wet pussy.
It's a strange relationship we have. "Please put the plug in!" he texts back. I don't bother to answer. He knows he has to wait his turn.
But it's a Wednesday, so I do put the plug in. The wide bulb is never easy to push into my ass, not first thing in the morning, anyway. But I do love that moment of maximum stretch once I get there. My whole body feels so alive, so concentrated on that gorgeously intense sensation... and then the plug slots into place, and I can think again.
Which is good, because I have e-mails to answer and phone calls to make, and all that before ten o'clock when I meet my boss.
I get so confused around my boss at times. I'm not attracted to him much at all, but he uses my mouth regularly and quite often my breasts too. He has a very nice cock indeed, and I could pick it out of a line-up with my eyes closed, and I love wrapping my lips about it and feeling it between my breasts.
But face-to-face with him? He never talks about it, almost as if it's someone else's cock, or more likely it's that talking about it makes it harder for him to use me like I'm just a company perk. A sex toy.
It's definitely his cock, though. It's three months now since he bent me over the conference table in front of twelve investors and filled my cunt with his cock without any use of a portal device. And he was the only one to fuck me like that. The others all made multiple uses each of the portals to fuck my mouth and my ass and my tits, but at the end of the day, as I dragged myself home and into the shower, the only cum leaking from my pussy was my boss's.
There hasn't been a repeat since.
At ten thirty, the portal plug activates and I can't suppress a moan of discomfort as fluid pumps into my rear. I don't like these enemas. I like even less that my boss knows it's happening. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as my ass gets washed out by lab technicians while I sit in front of my boss and struggle to concentrate on taking notes and answering his questions.
"I know this all started as a punishment for you," he says, "but we're all so impressed with the way you've embraced your new role here. It has enabled us to make a number of breakthroughs in understanding the portal technology and refining the product lines."
"Thank you, sir," I say, startled by this unexpected praise.
"In fact," he continues, "since it has been six months now, I think it's fair to say you have served your time, learned your lesson, and so on. I am happy to consider, therefore, that you have paid the price and it would be wrong for me to demand more of you."
I blink in confusion. Not helped by the fact that my bowels are currently evacuating into the void. It's a very unsettling sensation that I never get used to.
"As of this moment," he says, "no one will activate your gag and bra without your free and explicit consent." Which is actually already the case with the plug. I'm not sure which is weirder: the existence of the portal technology at all, or that I've somehow been talked into getting my ass flushed out while sitting in my boss's office.
"I see, sir," I say slowly, trying to understand what this means. "Thank you."
"Of course, you will get bonuses for their continued use."
He's once again getting me to confirm that I'm happy to be a whore for the company. Which I guess I am. "Yes, sir," I say.
"Oh, and by the way," he adds, as if it isn't obvious this is where he was leading to all along. "The portal panties are reading for testing. I remember you asking about them?"
Portal panties. Giving who-knows access at any time to my pussy. My cuck-husband's going to be thrilled. "I'll head straight downstairs, sir."
There's a twinkle of excitement in his eyes at my answer. "Excellent," he says.
*
Lexi, the pretty technician who I've gotten to know well as a friend, has my legs up in stirrups. "I'll have to shave the area first," she says. "Do you mind if I do it now?"
She's only asking because it's eleven o'clock and time for my weekly appointment with Okoro, the Nigerian investor. Who's in another country entirely. Thousands of miles away. But when the plug in my ass activates, he's the one who gets to see it and use it. "Go ahead," I say. "Just be careful with the blade..."
Lexi is very careful with the blade. Okoro, on the other hand, is less than gentle. The lab has prepared my ass for him, cleaned it and lubricated it, and Okoro's huge cock thrusts into me with no announcement and clear enthusiasm. I can't see him, of course. Anyone could be fucking my ass - although there can't be that many people so well endowed.
There's no impact of bodies to shake my flesh, but it's impossible to still the response of my hips, my body's demand for greater sensation. I would much rather feel the impact of his hips against my cheeks, but the friction between his driving cock and my portalled ass is exquisite all the same. Yes, the company is paying me to be a whore, to let my ass be a fuck-toy for this rich Nigerian, but I love it.
Lexi's blade glides across my skin whenever she judges it safe to do so. "I made a portal device for myself," she says. "It covers my clit, and the portal device is shaped like a dildo. I use it on my girlfriend. When I fuck her, it's like the dildo is my clit. It's almost like having a cock, I suppose, except I get to choose the size and shape and colour of it."
The technician shaving my pussy is a lesbian. I wonder if she wants to fuck me with her strap-on portal-cock. Honestly, right now, with Okoro's cock ramming lustily into my ass, I'd be perfectly happy for Lexi to do whatever she liked. He's pacing himself too, determined to make the absolute most of the hour he has with my ass.
