rt from the old system?" I hear you say

as your fingers press against my lips, f it to open. You are pushing

really hard and I feel your body tensing up in a my

resistance. All sorts of thoughts are tumbling in my head as the reality of

the situation dawns on me. But right at the back of each thought is the

fear, the fear of what you would do to me if I disobey you now. So,

relutly, my lips begin to part, little by little allowing your finger

to enter my oral cavity.

"I need our boy here to pare the two reports," you tinue, putting a

notable emphasis on the word 'boy'. My mouth is now fully open and your two

fingers are pushing deep inside. "Oh yeah and print the annual reports,

too, in case those don't tally as well," you say as you roll your fingers

around on my lips, urgio do my part. With my face surely still

flaming with humiliation, I begin to lid su them. Despite the

shock of being exposed in such a degrading mao a colleague, my cock

is now hard again and straining against the see- through material of my

panties, a fact cealed only by the position of my body against the edge

of your desk.

"Well... sure," I hear Steve say.

A few seds pass without a sound and I open my eyes, only to see Steve

staring at me. For some reasoher y eyes again nor look

away, so there we are, me sug on your fingers like a child with a

lollypop and Steve looking on in fasation. Then he blinks and, after an

unreadable gla you, plops down ba his seat.

You twist my head around by using the fingers in my mouth until I am

looking into your eyes. You grin as you see the silent tears in mine.

Then you lean down to my ear. "Don't give me any of that teary-eyed shit,"

you whisper harshly. "I know you like to be shown off like this, like the

depraved little slut that you are. I know that deep down, you _want_ them

all to know what you are. You want the whole world to know what you are. A

slutboy. A fucktoy for men to use and abuse as they want. Otherwise your

little boyclit wouldn't be so hard as it surely is now, would it?"

Nothing about me is hidden from you. You know things about me that even I

have never known before, and by knowing, you are able to trol me

pletely, treating me like nothing more than your sex puppet. I stiffle a

sob, but a drop of tear runs down my left cheek.

You take your fingers away then and shove your hand one last time into my

pants. You stab the fingers into my open, twitg hole, twisting them

around hard to get all the remaining juices in my ass. Then you pull your

hand out and, instead of shoving your fingers in my mouth, you spread your

hand and smear the ass-juice all over my face. I smell and taste the

pu aroma of my boyt, and in despair realise that I will have to