Jenny's Exam #1

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Oh Jesus, I moan, picturing myself in that position. My first orgasm washes over me, carrying me away on it's soaring wings of ecstasy. I go along for the ride, reveling in the rush. When my vision cleared, I recorded my score (need you ask what?) and walked over to the sink. I ran the tap till it was pleasantly warm, and soaked a towel. I groaned as I pressed it into my groin, and washed myself clean. Returning to my task, I continued reading the application:

As a result of a minor traffic violation, and the resulting confrontation with the officer (who wasn't impressed at you're attempt at blackmail), you have been required to perform community service with organizations probably much below your usual social class. Grudgingly, you show up to your first assignment, an inner-city school in an area you would never dream of entering. You are directed to a room, surrounded by people not worthy of your presence. You make sure that they are aware of your social standing and importance. You are seated in the office of a dark-skinned individual. You insist on a glass of bottled water, with lots of ice. These savages had obviously never heard of air-conditioning. Perspiration beaded your forehead and upper lip, and you will have to throw out the clothing you wore later. A menial clerk brought in a glass, of which you drank deeply. There was a bitter aftertaste that was not surprising, given the conditions these animals existed in. You are lead into a classroom, feeling oddly light-headed. It was full of people of indeterminate age. You are having a hard time focusing. You're clothes are being removed. You stare at the blackboard. "Sex-Education" is written in chalk with bold letters. You are helped up onto a padded table in the middle of the room. Your arms are fastened to a bar underneath. You watch fascinated as your feet are strapped to stirrups, and the teacher stares back at you through your splayed legs. He grasps your hips and pulls them down towards the bottom edge of the table. You're groin is now displayed to the class, and you feel only mild amusement at your situation. You feel your torso strapped in place. The following period of time is hazy to you, as different hands examine every crevice and orifice of your body, one by one. The steady baritone of the teacher fills your semi-conscious mind, as he directs and encourages his students to explore and learn.

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Mmmmm. My breast were oozing, I would have to milk myself soon. I still had time to finish though! I leaned back and continued:

Your pencil-dicked husband drags you to a porno shop. He's got some kind of idea to get his rocks off, and he just can't wait to try it out. He asked you to dress up like a whore. Here you are being dragged into this dirty book shop downtown bursting out of a mini skirt and halter top you haven't worn since you were a teenager. He struts up to the raised counter, and asks for a dozen tokens for two back booths. A huge man was behind the counter. He leers down your top as he hands over the tokens, six to hubby and six two you. He gives you each a key on a large plastic tag. You follow hubby as he trots down the dim corridor. He gives you a wink and opens the door to booth five, directly in the middle of a line of doors, one though ten. Your key is for booth six, so you unlock the door and enter tiny space. There is a video monitor in front of you, with a stool to sit on. The door is spring loaded, and slams shut behind you with a satisfying click. At least you are safe in here. You sit down on the stool, facing the monitor. You're hubby begins feeding tokens into the slot beside his monitor to your right. Some porno slut's orgasmic shrieks start blaring through the thin walls between you. A small square hatch opens in the wall, and his flaccid pencil dick appears in the opening, waiting for your attention. "Oh boy, is this exciting!" you think to yourself, with a rueful smile, as you stare at the pathetic organ. Suddenly, you hear the door to you left open and close with a solid thunk. There is a rustle from within the booth, and a hatch opens in this wall as well. A glistening monster of a black cock fills the opening, already half erect. You watch it in awe as it twitches up and down. You can almost see the rapid pulse of blood coursing through the thick veins wound all over the thick organ. The plum shaped bulbous head is growing before your eyes, mere inches from your face. You husband wiggles his pathetic worm back and forth, so you grab his limp dick between two fingers to keep him occupied. Meanwhile, you pull down your halter, exposing your heavy breasts. You grasp the meaty tool to your left. Your fingers aren't long enough to encircle it! You brush the puckered head across your erect nipple. A string of pre-cum wets your aureole as you rub him against your tender flesh. Your husband starts pumping himself between your fingers, as you raise the stranger's thick shaft up to meet your pursed lips. You give him a wet kiss, tasting his salty pre-cum. You suck him in, hearing his gasp of breath through the paper-thin wall. You flick your tongue rapidly against the underside of his shaft, as you ram the head against the back of your throat. You're glad hubby's monitor is so loud. He probably can't here you gagging on this man's cock, swelling at the base of your throat! Tears stream down your face, as you struggle to hold yourself in place. Hubby groans, and you feel the few drops of his seed trickle out onto the back of your right hand. Your vision goes black, and you see pinpoints of light bursting, as the dick in your mouth grows further, and turn to a shaft of steel. His bulging urethra presses against your tongue, and you feel deep spasms begin at the root of his organ. You pull back from his shaft just before you black out, gasping for breath. His shaft pulses in your left hand, and thick copious amounts of cum shoot all over your waiting face, blinding your vision. You feel dangling streams trailing down off your chin and nose, to splat wetly against your bare breasts. His dick slips out of your hand, and the hatch slams shut. Hubby starts pounding on your door, and you swivel around on your stool, facing the door. "What the hell!" you think, and twist the handle, letting him open the door. "Holy shit!" he said! "I've never cum like that before!" You are a mess, I mean you were just totally soaked, your face is plastered with seed. "We'll have to do this again!" he says. You can't help but agree.

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This time I'm going to do it right! A few minutes later, I was drawing water in my bath. I measured in a 1/3 cup of Calgon Powder fresh bath powder, and put one of my favorite Beethoven CD's in the player. As the tub filled, I prepared the automatic pump from the hospital. After my delivery, I was producing an innordinant amount of milk. My doctor had suggested that rather then washing it down the drain, I could donate it to the Pediatric Ward at the Childrens Hospital. They supplied me with a state-of-the-art breast pump. I had found a perfect stand for it, which I placed next to the tub. Our only outlet was near the sink, so I plugged it in with a six-foot extension cord I had purchased earlier. I hung up my robe, and faced the mirror above our vanity. I was so proud of my body, as I took in my reflection. I lit the candles I had arranged on the vanity, and killed the overhead lights. My curves were bathed in a warm soft light. My breasts began to tear, my body recognizing the routine that I had established. I shut off the water, and settled into the warm, fragrant bath, leaning back against the angled back of our whirlpool so that my pendulous breasts hung clear of the water. I opened the bottle of jasmine scented lotion I was most fond of, and squirted a generous amount over my chest. I slowly rubbed it in, feeling my swollen glands begging for release. I pulled the harness of the breast pump into place, the straps already adjusted in the perfect position. My right forefinger rested on the adjustment knob of the breast pump, while my left hand settled on the whirlpool pump for our bath. I parted my thighs, and lifted my legs so that they lay upon the wide ledges of the formica tub, my vulva now facing the central water jet. I made the smallest adjustment to the breast pump, just the smallest of click adjustments, and the familiar throb of the pump underscored Beethoven's symphony. The pump was so light that the release my breasts ached for was not yet realized. The familiar torture of the pleasure/pain of release washed over me, and I moved it up one soft click as I flipped on the water jets to their lowest setting. The base throb of the water pump started, and I felt my nether lips being parted by a gentle wash of warm water. I visualized myself in a familiar fantasy, strapped spread-eagled to an examination table in front of a packed classroom, being probed by a succession of young and eager students. I was close to orgasm already, my self-control has diminished with the perfection of my techniques. I twisted the knob of the pump, and observed my nipples bulging obscenely through the clear rubber cups, that molded perfectly to my bloated breasts. Heavy streams of my own milk were being drawn into the bottle of the pumps, with rhythmic splashes. I picked up the application, and continued my "homework!"

You are an executive secretary for a good-sized company. The executives occupy the top floor of the office building. Rules are different for the executive clerical staff, but the pay is outstanding. When reporting for work in the morning, your first stop is to the clerical dressing room located next to the elevators. You remove your street clothes, and change into your uniform. The executives wants the clerical staff dressed identically, they believe it promotes discipline. You have your own closet, where several identical custom-made black corsets are hanging. They wrap around your waist very tightly, and you have to really struggle to attach the clasps in place. The firm cups serve only to raise and display your breasts as if on a platter, leaving them exposed for all to see. All the secretaries on this floor are heavy chested, it is one of the requirements. Your hips front and rear are also uncovered, underwear of any kind is not allowed. Stay-up silk stockings and black fuck-me pumps are provided.

You report to your office, which is an alcove to your executive's office. Your desk and chair faces the hall door and both are made of crystal clear Lucite, so that you will always be on display. There is no type of modesty panel. Your desk must be kept as clear as possible, so a visitor's view is not blocked. The wall behind you is a mirror, so visitors are also entertained with a rear view at all times. In front of your desk, there are two comfortable leather chairs for guests. The executive's inner office door is on your left, along with a low table adorned with recent

periodicals and trade papers. The right wall contains eight file cabinets, stacked only two high, from the mirror towards the front wall. This forces you to bend over to file or retrieve anything. Of course rules require that you keep your knees straight, bend only from the hips, and your ass must always face any guests. You are only allowed

to file when visitors are present. Files are allowed to accumulate on top of the cabinets till someone arrives.

There is a small space left between the last file cabinet and the front wall, next to the visitor's chairs. A typing station is set into this space. Again, it is crafted entirely of Lucite. It is a highly modernized version of a children's school desk, formed all of one piece. The small desk area has a modern personal computer, hooked to the office network. A laser printer sits on top of the end file cabinet, right next to the station. The seat is what is so different though. It is simply a specially formed bowl, custom shaped to conform to the generous curves of your bare ass. You had to spend a very embarrassing day in their factory as they hand crafted the seat to your naked ass. It is tilted forward, so that when seated your back is arched attractively. Most unusually though, there are two contoured metal probes rising from the center ridge, perfectly positioned to penetrate both of your most private openings as you sit down. They are fixed in place, always on display. A thin wire extends from each apparatus, and is plugged into your PC. The ingenious part is that when you access the special word processing program that your office uses, the dildos begin to vibrate in relation to the speed of your keystrokes! The dildos have been mounted in such a way that the hum of vibration is loudly amplified, apparent to anyone in the small room. You have a wireless headset, so phone calls are no distraction. You are expected to turn out a certain amount of production everyday, so you must work fast and diligently when presented the opportunity. Of course, you are only allowed to work at the desk when a visitor is present!

Accuracy is also stressed. Every Friday afternoon a disciplinary meeting is held with all the staff. One by one, every secretary is brought to the front of the conference room, and a chart is displayed, showing your weekly output and accuracy. The word processing program provides the report (you all have your own identities on the program). Punishment is then dealt out, according to a spreadsheet that the executives have created (items are always being added and removed, so it changes each week). Whichever executive draws your name is then allowed to deal out the specified discipline, right in front of the room. This will range from (best to worse):

1)      Spanking your ass

2)      Light whipping of your breasts, followed by spanking

3)      Masturbation with the dildo of his choice (they have a big assortment!), followed by spanking

4)      Anal violation with the dildo of his choice (I hate this one!), followed by spanking

5)      Blow job, swallow his cum, followed by spanking

6)      Blow job multiple executives, followed by spanking.

There's more, but you never have seen anybody screw up that much (they would probably be fired!) Most of the time, you receive only a playful spanking. Moral is high, and once you leave the top floor, normal life returns.

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I felt myself dilating, and my clitoris engorging against the pulse of the water stream, and I twisted the water flow control, aching for release! I arched my back, and directed my groin directly into the stream. Wave after wave of sweet release washed over me, as my hips bucked as if fighting a galloping horse! As I wound down, I dialed down the breast pump, relishing the sensations it added to my experience. Eventually I killed the power to my toys, and returned to reality.

Reseated at my kitchen table, I finished the form.

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