The ring of muscles at the opening of her
pussyhole clung to the shaft when the dildo
was pulled out, almost as if her cunthole was
trying to suck the thick phony Joystick. Just
how much difference was there in a Kittycat
and mouth anyway? She wondered, since both
of the holes seemed to be built for wrapping
around Joystick. Even her asshole, which
before had seemed deceptively small, actually
easily adjusted to the Bleeping of a hot, horny
prick. Something had snapped in Sharon. The
little decency, resistance and morality left in
her had finally been eroded by the unending
debasement she had been forced to endure. A
girl can only take so much before becoming a
slave in reality to her passion and the
degrading passion of others. Sharon had finally
reached that stage and she felt overwhelming
love for her captors, her masters. She had
finally accepted what her body was made for
and that she being a slave to Joystick was the
only thing she wanted.
As she F***ed the dildo into her heating
Kittycat, Sharon realized that although there
were other things that it did, her whole body
was actually designed to please a Joystick.
She groaned as the idea turned her on even
more, making her cunt grease the phony prick
with its juices.
Slowly, Sharon pulled the thick dildo out of her
Kittycat and brought the greasy shaft up
toward her face. She looked longingly at the
swollen rubber cockhead covered with Kittycat
juices, then opened her mouth and slid the
phony prick onto her tongue. She tasted cunt,
relishing it in her mouth, then she probed her
tonsils with the phony cockhead as her lips
closed around the shaft. Her tongue licked
around the greasy shaft, collecting the
delicious pussyjuices, which she swallowed
?And then she F***ed her face, moaning as the
phony Joystick nudged her tonsils. She wished
she could swallow the whole thing down. But
she was unable to force the thick shaft into her
throat — that would have taken the strength of
a man — and she pulled the false prick out to
her lips and licked longingly at the cockhead
with the tip of her tongue.
Her eyes, hazy with lust, drifted toward the
men. They had stopped talking when they had
heard her moans, and were watching the horny
young woman. The s*x slave was worshipping
the thick phony prick, then she returned it
down between her legs. She used her feet to
push up on the table, lifting her Unclad
Buttocks, her shithole already greased by
juices that had leaked and flawed down from
her cunt. The cockhead lined up with the tiny
bud of her asshole and, grunting and
grimacing, the s*x-crazed secretarial slave
F***ed the phony prick into her tight Buttocks.
“Aaargh!” she groaned. Her Kittycat exploded
in a roaring Pour. The pain had added just the
right sensation to push her over the edge. Her
lusty eyes were almost frantic now that she
was raping her own Buttocks.
“Sh*t! Look at that!” the sales manager
exclaimed. “The Goddamn secretarial Sl*t is in
“That’s what I call real Joystick-tantalization,”
another of the men hissed. His Joystick
throbbed stiffly in his pants.
“What are we waiting for?” the third man
They leaped to their feet and immediately
stripped out of their clothes, then scrambled
up onto the table with the s*x-hungry slave.
Sharon saw them coming and gasped in
anticipation. She pulled the thick dildo out of
her as she hungrily watched the three cocks
waving readily around in front of their bodies.
There was a sharp difference in each man’s
prick, but she didn’t care about size, shape or
heft. She wanted Joystick, regardless of the
dimensions, and there were three of the lusty
F**K poles within her grasp.
There was only one Joystick that Sharon
considered normal. It was thick and about
eight inches long, and it was remarkably well
proportioned. It was attached to the youngest
salesman, who crawled up on Sharon’s right,
and the lust-filled s*x slave had to admit that
she had never realized the astonishing beauty
of a Joystick. Just as her body was designed
to be F***ed in every possible way, the Joystick
jutting out above the salesman’s balls seemed
structured perfectly to do the job. The sight of
his throbbing Joystick made her hungry to take
the hot shaft in her mouth and ravish it with
the worship it deserved.
Climbing up near her feet was the sales
manager, and Sharon glanced at his prick. It
wasn’t long, maybe only six inches, but it was
the thickest Joystick she’d ever seen. It was so
big around that it made the six inches of its
length look stubby and squat. Its thickness
made her think of the prick of a horse, and her
Kittycat began to ache from the anticipation of
how it would stretch her cunt.
Three days before, she’d never have
considered Bleeping something so thick, but
now she knew her Kittycat would probably
spread to suck it in. And even if her cunthole
couldn’t do it easily, Sharon knew there would
be delicious pain when her Kittycat walls were
The third man’s Joystick was different in
another way. It wasn’t quite as thick as a
normal prick, but it was unbelievably long. It
stretched farther than the length of the
secretarial slave’s forearm, forming more than
a foot of throbbing prick.
?The short sales manager shrugged his
shoulders and became the first to attack the
s*x slave with his throbbing prick. He scooted
on his knees up between the secretary’s
thighs, then lifted her legs up to drape back
down across his shoulders. He poked at her
juicy cunthole with his enormously thick
cockhead, but found that it wasn’t nearly big
enough without some sort of extra leverage
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