Going Around to Cum Around Pt. 04

On those occasions when a female won employee-of-the-month, my experience was much more varied. One woman was a closeted lesbian who spent the weekend using my mouth on her pussy and vibrators on my other openings. Several others enacted what Mason the Moron had threatened me with—letting their husbands or boyfriends fuck my face and ream my ass repeatedly, so the women didn't have to suffer those indignities themselves. The most creative woman, however, allowed me to give her husband just one blowjob—and then took him away for a romantic weekend, leaving me with a supply of food and a long list of things to clean! I worked straight through the list and then relaxed for the rest of the time. Both she and I enjoyed that weekend thoroughly, and the bank still paid $750 for my services. Most expensive cock-sucking I ever did.

After almost three years, I had become comfortable with my "day job" in IT and resigned to my various stints as slave whore for government officials, wealthy investors, and over-achieving employees. In the process, I had some moments of pleasure and even orgasms. Yet, I was desperately unhappy, knowing that, if I ever regained my free will, I would have zero interest in any form of sex. Every time that my owners led me on a leash, naked and cuffed, into the Agriculture Department to blow Shively or some other official, it reinforced the negative association between men, sex, and oppression. Still, I consoled myself that, at the current rate, I might actually work off my debt BEFORE the maximum servitude of seven years.

And then, the bank's board of directors got a new, very wealthy member, who became obsessed with me . . .

(To be continued)