ENSLAVED SECRETARY…..(18+)…..Part 20

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“All that is well and good,” chief said,
considering what the man had said. “An initial
advertising campaign might get us inside, but
it’s not going to guarantee that we keep our
share of the business.”
The man smiled confidently. “You’re right, of
course, Mr. Chairman. We have to keep hitting
the consumer again and again.”
As if to illustrate his point, he F***ed his prick
back, and forth inside Sharon’s Kittycat. His
cockhead battered savagely against the deep
end of her F**K-pit. Unrelenting, the Bleeping
reamed out her cunthole until it felt like the
stretched condition was natural.
The man continued his presentation for several
minutes as he brutally F***ed the captive
woman’s cunt. Then, finally, with his point
made, his Joystick swelled inside Sharon’s
fuckhole and blasted sticky Pour into her
gaping Kittycat. Again and again he shot Pour
into the deep cavern of her cunt before finally
puffing his prick out and pushing it back into
his pants.
When he sat down, happy with what he had
contributed, Sharon and the platform were
pushed along on the track.
“I wish it was all that easy,” a man in his
forties said as he rose from his chair, stopping
the platform and Sharon in front of him at the
same time. “But we have to look at all sides of
the question and some of them offer different
problems.”
His hand worked at the underside of the
platform near the large ball that rode the track.
There was a click, and suddenly Sharon and
the platform were pivoted around until her
head was hanging over the edge. He lifted her
by the hair as he shoved the extension back in,
then her neck arched back as her head
dropped, and suddenly she stared at the man’s
crotch. His fingers were busy at the front of his
pants, until he finally managed to lever his
thick prick from his trousers.
“For example,” the man said gruffly as he used
his fingers to pry open Sharon’s mouth.
“Instead of
just thrusting into an existing market, why
don’t we try to appeal to the consumers’
tastes? Instead of just giving them something
to use, let’s offer them something they can
really get their teeth into!”
?
His hard prick wedged into Sharon’s mouth,
prying her jaws wide. The rubbery cockhead
slid clear to the back of her mouth. There it
battered against the opening to her throat,
threatening to spear past her tonsils.
“A multiple sales approach always is better,”
Chief said. “I assume that’s what you’re
suggesting rather than just substituting one for
the other.”
“Exactly,” the face-fucker said. He hauled his
cockhead out to Sharon’s lips, then F***ed it in
to the back of her mouth. “We should
penetrate the traditional market just like
Danjuma showed, but let’s not forget that there
are other ways and places to attack!”
The hard prick was covered with Sharon’s spit,
and the taste of pre-Pour was swirling through
her mouth. To keep her jaws from aching, she
closed her tongue and checks around the
mouth-Bleeping Joystick. It was pistoning into
her face as though her mouth was a Kittycat.
“And when we get the consumers hungering
for what we’re offering,” the man said. “Then
we can go after the more difficult market. All
we have to do is exert a little more effort to
force our product into places it normally
doesn’t go!”
?He linked his fingers around the back of
Sharon’s neck and pulled, locking her head
firmly in place. His cockhead jammed against
her tonsils and continued to shove. A terrible
pressure began to grow against the end of
Sharon’s mouth, then, with intense pain, the
small opening gave way and the entire swollen
prickhead popped into the tight grip of her
throat.
“And once we make the breach,” the man said
emphatically, “we have to force the issue all
the way!”
Long inches of throbbing Joystick crammed
down the narrow tube of the tortured
secretary’s gullet. The muscles around her
neck bulged to show everyone in the room the
progress of the man’s cockhead down her
throat. Sharon’s breath was abruptly cut off as
prick blocked the air to her lungs. She was
being deep-throated by a thundering slab of
male fuckmeat, the cockhead reaching almost
into her chest. Cockhair scratched wickedly at
her chin and the man’s heavy balls slapped
along her nose. Then the throat-raping prick
was Bleeping violently back and forth, reaming
out the entire length of her neck.
The cockhead scraped back and forth along
the walls of Sharon’s throat, rubbing them raw
as the prick deep-throated the tortured young
woman. But her gullet was so tight, and
squeezing the fuckmeat so intently, that the
oral Molest couldn’t go on for long. The
prickshaft swelled on one of its savage thrusts
and the cockhead ballooned. Soon scalding
jism was blasting into her throat to grease is
way to her stomach.
After what seemed like a gallon of the sticky
Pour had spurted into her gullet, the prick was
pulled back into her mouth. The cockhead
popped out of her throat, and Sharon sucked
cooling air through her nose to salve her
burning lungs.

The man’s presentation was apparently over,
and he pulled his Joystick out of her mouth
and pushed the softening prick back into his
pants. Then he shoved the bound secretary on
to the next executive in line.
Once again, it was a woman, but this time a
young one, not much older than Sharon was
herself. As the tall beauty stood, she reached
into her briefcase for a large, fake prick.
“Have we thought about sampling?” the woman
asked chief as she turned Sharon and the
platform back around. When she had the hard
rubber cockhead of the dildo lined up with
Sharon’s cunthole, she added: “There’s nothing
like a sample to let the consumer know what
the real thing is all about.”
The dildo rammed into Sharon’s cunt. She had
to bite at her lip to keep from screaming. The
phony Joystick was bigger than any real one
she’d ever had in her Kittycat, and the terribly
thick thing spread her cunthole wide. If it
hadn’t been for the Pour that was still leaking
from her F**K-pit, the monstrous rubber prick
never would have made it inside. Still, in spite
of the juices, it felt like a fence post was being
shoved into her cunt, and Sharon fought
herself to keep from groaning.
“What do you suggest?” Chief asked the young
woman.
“A massive effort that’s going to penetrate the
market completely,” the woman said lustily,
Bleeping the thick dildo in and out of the
captive secretary’s Kittycat. “By the time it’s
through, I want to know that there’s, not a
fraction of an inch of the territory that we
haven’t repeatedly touched.”
Sharon’s inner cunt walls were stretched thin.
The phony cockhead F***ed clear to the end of
her F**K-pit, filling her Kittycat completely.
After long seconds of jerking and thrusting, her
cuntbole finally adjusted. The pain of the
stretching diminished and the pleasure came
on and greased down her Kittycat channel
even more. Before the woman finished, Sharon
had Pour several times from the ravaging of
her cunt by the dildo.
Sharon was exhausted when she was finally
pushed on down the line. Angry teeth marks
still surrounded one of her Tips. Her Kittycat
had been licked by the older woman until
cuntjuice had flowed down across her asshole.
Then her Kittycat had been savagely raped by
a man talking about market penetration. Next,
a large Joystick had been forced clear into her
throat to shoot its spunk almost to her
stomach. And even that hadn’t ended the
demented s*x torture, and Sharon had been
pushed along to another young woman, who
had F***ed Sharon’s cunt brutally with a
rubber prick.
As she was once more pushed along the track,
Sharon was almost insane from the fear about
what could possibly happen next.
?She didn’t have long to wait to find out. The
next man in line abruptly stopped the moving
platform with his hand as he pulled himself
from his chair. He was a massive man with a
solid body. He stared smugly down at the
captive, well-F***ed young woman before
glancing up to the head of the table.
The Joystick the man pulled from his trousers
was the largest one Sharon had ever seen. Its
thick shaft was a handful, and the cockhead,
raging purple with lust, looked like a small fist
aimed between Sharon’s legs. With one hand,
he reached up to her shoulders and jammed
her body down until her thighs were wedged
even more painfully wide.
“We’ve talked about several approaches so
far,” the large man said. “But we really haven’t
paid much attention to intensity. I’m part of the
old school.”
He used the fingers of one hand to spread
Sharon’s asscrack.

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