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Holiday Special: Dasha Prancer's Bad DayAs a special holiday..

Added 2020-12-25 09:27:00 +0000 UTC

Holiday Special: Dasha Prancer's Bad Day

As a special holiday treat, I'm posting the story early this week, available for all tiers. I hope you enjoy this special break... :)
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Dasha Prancer's Bad Day

Dasha hurriedly climbed the stairs and rushed into the office. She was only a couple minutes late, but her boss was very strict about punctuality. He ran a very tight ship, and as a result their department was the best in the company.

To her horror, all the others were already in there, all lined up for inspection. She nervously smiled to her 7 colleagues and quickly took her place at the end of the line. It took a few minutes for her rapid breathing to return to normal.

As always, Mr Nicholas opened his door, took a couple steps into the room and carefully scanned the women lined up with their backs to the wall. The ages of the women were ranging between 20 and 30. All were very attractive, tall, provocatively dressed freewomen. Dasha was probably the oldest among them with 38 years, but she didn’t show it one bit. She inherited great genes from her mother, who was a former beauty queen and a supermodel back in the pre-revolutionary days.

Mr Nicholas’s piercing eyes moved around for a while before stopping on Dasha. he gestured her to follow using as few of his facial muscles as possible, and briskly walked back into his office.

Dasha followed quickly. When she closed the door, she could hear the pitter patter of the remaining women scattering to their offices.

Without acknowledging her, Nicholas walked to his chair and sat down. He swiveled to the side and parted his legs. Dasha quickly approached him and fell on her knees between his legs. With graceful, well-rehearsed movements, she unzipped his pants and took his semi-erect cock out. Holding the organ with her right hand, she started to lick from the base of his balls to the tip of the shaft with masterful strokes. After all, she wasn’t only the oldest among the women, but also the most experienced in proper office sluttery.

In a minute or so, the director’s huge cock was fully erect and ready to punish her mouth. She took it between her full red lips and began to bob on it. While she sucked, the door opened and Georgina Donner entered with his coffee. Dasha saw her on the corner of her eye, but didn’t break her pace. Georgina walked around the other side of the desk, put the coffee down and circled back. She knelt down next to Dasha and waited for further instructions.

Nicholas put down the daily report he has been reading since Dasha started licking his member, grabbed the coffee and stood up. He took a sip, stepped to the side and took his place between the two kneeling women. Dasha was still doing her best to keep servicing the man’s cock with her talented mouth while he moved.

Georgina remained right behind him. She skillfully reached around, unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down to his knees to reveal his buttocks. She then leaned forward, stuck her face in between his ass-cheeks, and started to lick his asshole.

The two women continued to perform their familiar tasks without pause for minutes. Mr Nicholas always took his time and never ejaculated before 10 minutes, even with a well-executed blow-rim combo. Dasha was particularly good with her tongue, and she mastered both sides of the B-R combo throughout her years in service. Still, the director could easily resist her exceptional oral skills combined with those of Georgina’s, no matter how hard they worked to get him off.

Halfway into the session, Mr Rudolph arrived with the latest projection report. The director offered him a seat, together with Dasha’s services. Rudolph happily accepted and grabbed Dasha by her well-coiffed long blonde hair, dragged her across the office on her hands and knees, and shoved his cock in the woman’s well-trained mouth. Georgina’s mouth swiftly replaced Dasha on Nicholas’s cock as he sat back down. The two men started to talk about the report with the two sexretaries dutifully sucking their cocks.

Dasha was a very good cocksucker and always served her superiors with utmost dedication. As a result, she rarely got slapped across the face during fellatio. Unfortunately, Mr Rudolph was a notorious face-slapper. Regardless of the talent shown by the cocksucker, he would often stop and smack the women serving him. Dasha was no exception. Until she managed to make him cum, she got interrupted and slapped hard fifteen times. Of course, she didn’t even contemplate protesting. Once Mr Rudolph seemed satisfied with the shade of red on her cheeks, she immediately turned her attention to his cock and resumed fellating the bastard to her best ability.

Before she is done, Mr Nicholas finally unloaded his spunk in Georgina’s capable mouth. From his usual poker face, it was almost impossible to notice. But Dasha’s experienced ears caught the faint grunt he made whenever he emptied his load into a sexretary’s mouth. She sucked him off enough times to guess the taste. Georgina’s mouth must be full off his thick goo that tasted like salty-bitter pudding. The woman waited in a servile stance until Nicholas gave her a subtle nod, and then she gulped it all down with an audible moan.

Once Georgina finished zipping his pants and sat back on her high heels, the director gave his personal sexretary another nod. She turned around, fell on her hands and knees, and crawled out of the room with perfect conformation.

“Are you about to be done?” asked the director, looking at Rudolph who was now holding Dasha’s long blonde hair in one fist, forcing the woman’s head onto his cock faster and faster.

“Hold on,” he grumbled, as his jizz started to flow into Dasha’s mouth. Then he smiled and brutally slapped the woman once more. Dasha wasn’t totally surprised by this sudden burst of violence. She managed to keep her lips shut and his jizz in.

She sat back on her heels and waited. Rudolph gave her a dismissive wave.

“Yeah yeah. You may swallow.”

Dasha obeyed the command without hesitation. Despite his rude and brutal demeanor, the woman always liked Rudolph’s jizz. It tasted almost palatable, salty, but still fruity. It wasn’t as thick as some others. It was quite easy to keep down.

As soon as he’s is done with the talented milf’s mouth, he jumped up and gave the director an exaggerated salute before leaving. Dasha prepared to leave after him and got on all fours.

“No, you stay.”

Dasha stopped and turned to face the director. This time she was a little surprised. The director almost never gave her verbal commands.

“Get up!”

Dasha stood up and joined her hands in front of her pencil skirt. She didn’t know what to do. The director picked up a document and looked at it for a few seconds.

“Dasha Prancer. Freewoman, married, one child. This document says you are turning 38 in a couple months.”

“Yes, Mr. Nicholas,” replied Dasha, without fully understanding why he was talking to her.

“You worked here, what, 15 years?”

“Yes sir,” she nodded.

“You are married. That’s unusual for a sexretary.”

“Yes sir,” she replied. Nicholas raised his head and looked at her puzzled face. She understood that he wanted a fuller explanation.

“Ours isn’t a traditional marriage sir. My husband married me on paper so I can give him a child. I raise the child and take care of the house. He has a mistress he loves but she is infertile, so…”

The director waved his hand to stop her.

“I see. You are on the breeding registry. It says you have good genes. He found you there?”

“Yes sir.”

Nicholas turned his eyes back to the document and continued to read. Dasha was getting more and more concerned by the second. After a very long pause the director spoke again.

“You know, it’s almost the end of the fiscal year. Unfortunately, the higher ups just came up with a new internal company policy for the new year, Dasha. We can no longer employ females over 30. All sexretaries are to be young and fuckable. I would make an exception if you were just over the limit, but 8 years… It isn’t a number I can justify to the board, you see.”

Dasha’s eyes opened wide with fear. Was she being let go just before the end of the year festivities?

“But sir… I’m fuckable, and always enthusiastic… I’m…”

The director shut her up with another hand gesture. “Admittedly, you don’t show your age. You are highly skilled in your job too. It’s a damn shame, really.”

Dasha started to cry. “I’m sorry sir,” she managed say as tears ran down her cheeks. She prepared to turn and leave.

“Where do you think you are going?” asked the director. Dasha turned once again, confused.

“But… You just fired me, didn’t you?”

“We will let you go, yes.” He turned around and walked towards the cabinet. Dasha trembled with sudden dread as he opened the drawer in which he kept his canes and floggers.

“I noticed that you were late to work this morning Dasha,” He said as he went through his discipline equipment. “What kind of a boss would I be, if I let that kind of behavior go unpunished?”

He picked a black leather dragon-tail riding crop and turned around.

“Roll your skirt up and bend over the desk.”

For about half a second, Dasha thought to defy the order and get out of the office. She was fired after all, why would she let him gave her a beating. It was adding insult to injury. Or in this case, adding injury to insult.

Of course, she couldn’t do that. After all, she was what she was, an obedient office slut. She let out a sigh of desperation and slowly walked over to the desk. She grabbed the sides of her skirt and rolled it up to her waist. Naturally she wasn’t wearing any panties. Company policy forbid wearing excessive clothing that might hinder access to femployees’ fuckholes.

Having bared her beautiful round ass, she bent over, put her cheek on the desk and grabbed her elbows behind her back. This certainly wasn’t the first time she had to assume this position. In the past 15 years, her superiors have beaten her ass hundreds of times. Some, deservedly.

Mr Nicholas approached the desk and stopped at a comfortable swinging distance. He tilted his head to the left and admired the woman’s inviting, shapely buttocks.

“What a shame!” he said once again. “A damn shame!” He reached forward and put the tip of the riding crop on her left ass-cheek. Dasha shivered at the touch of the cool leather.

“One lash for every 5 seconds you delayed. Calculate.”

Dasha made a quick calculation. “42, Mr Nicholas, sir…”

“42, eh? Let’s make it 50, just to be safe.”

“Thank you, sir,” Dasha replied with tears running down her face. “Please punish this useless slut with 50 lashes, sir!”

She braced herself for the first hit. Nicholas was in no hurry. He took his time. He could see from the subtle movements of her legs, arms, and fingers that she was getting ready for the dreaded slash of the unfeeling leather tool. He waited and waited until Dasha’s body relaxed just a little bit. He chose that split second to ruthlessly swing the crop and slash the poor woman’s sensitive backside.

The blonde milf let out a painful scream and struggled to regain her composure.

“One! Thank you, sir!” she cried.

Another hit landed. Then another one. Dasha did her best to take the hits like a well-behaved woman. She knew well that she deserved this punishment. She was indeed late after all. Even though she was no longer an employee here, she was going to be a professional. Lashes kept landing one after another.

When the director was finally done hitting her and dropped the dragon-tail on the desk, her butt was bright red and crisscrossed with bloody welts. Nicholas walked behind her and gave her one last smack on the bottom. She let out an exhausted moan.

“Well-done, slut. The color suits you. Now, pack your stuff up and get the fuck of out here.”

Dasha obediently straightened up, readjusted her skirt and wiped her tears.

“Thank you, sir,” she said and briskly went out of the door.

The next half hour passed like a blur. Under the pitying stares of her younger colleagues, she grabbed her personal belongings and rushed out of the building. She took the bus back home and cried in the shower for about an hour.

She knew that her life would never be the same. Finding a decent job is virtually impossible for a woman of her age. She had no skills beyond basic office work and sucking cock, but all sexretarial jobs were given to younger girls now. It was a miracle that she could keep her job this long.

Eighteen years ago, a short while before the enactment of the compulsory slavery law, she met this guy who was looking for a woman to bear his child. He was a nice man, and more importantly, he was against the slavery law. They reached a mutually beneficial agreement. He would marry her to shield her from enslavement, and in return she would bear him a child. They went to a facility and had a daughter. When their baby was three, she decided to work to earn her keep, and found a sexretary job at the company. She was only 23 years old back then.

For the next 15 years, she kissed hundreds of asses, sucked hundreds of cocks, drank tons of jizz. She swallowed so many loads, she almost became a connoisseur of semen. So much so she could easily identify each and every superior from the taste of their ejaculate. She could even tell what they had at breakfast that day.

Surprisingly, unlike most of her colleagues, Dasha discovered that she didn’t hate drinking cum. Being forced to suck the dicks of assholes and lick the assholes of dicks wasn’t her dream job of course. Most of the men there were brutal, violent bastards who would often beat the sexretaries for no good reason. The job was exhausting and humiliating. But drinking jizz wasn’t the worst part for Dasha. Actually, more often than not, she enjoyed it. The taste of it, the texture, the smell...

She was embarrassed to admit it to others of course. It wasn’t something you would talk about with your colleagues anyway. It wasn’t just the taste. She also derived some psychological satisfaction from the act of making a man cum. For her, it was an achievement. A tangible result of her hard work. In her line of work, praise was in short supply. The superiors never readily showed their appreciation of her enthusiastic efforts. A mouthful of jizz was the only genuine approval she could ever got.

She was now unemployed for the first time after so long. No more meager income, no more abundant cum. Thankfully she still had a husband. If she weren’t protected by marriage, she would be immediately enslaved by the first bastard she met. And at her age, her life as a sex slave would have been short and brutal.

She wondered what would her husband do when he learned that she can no longer pay for her keep. Would he divorce her? What if he decided to enslave and sell her?

Still trembling with fear, she called him and told him what happened. To her relief, he wasn’t mad or concerned at all. After all, a wife was still cheaper than a maid or a houseslave. Why would he get rid of her?

She took a deep breath and tried to relax. Everything would be fine. Maybe it was a good thing that she didn’t have to work at an office. Now she could stay at home all day and spend more time on her chores. Housework always relaxed her. Especially baking.

She looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. She still had a couple hours until her daughter’s arrival. She decided to bake her a cake.

It worked. She calmed down as soon as she started to prepare the ingredients. When she finally put the cake mix in the oven, she was almost back to her usual self. She sat by the window and started to wait for her daughter.

Sure enough, Stephanie arrived with the boy from across the street. Dasha remembered him from years ago. She knew her parents well. She used to play card games with his mother Sonya and a couple other women from the neighborhood. Maybe she could bring that game group together again now that she’d have more time of her own?

He was all grown up now. Stephanie too. “They make a cute couple,” she thought to herself. She watched them walk towards the house. Then her eyes opened wide as she suddenly noticed something she was too familiar with. Something she did and watched her colleagues do thousands upon thousands of times…

Her beautiful daughter swallowed a mouthful of jizz.