Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia - Sex Stories

Secretarial Duties 3 - Conditioning Patricia

... chair, allowing her observers a clear view of her smooth pussy, her fingers slipping in and out, and the now-visible coating of liquid lubricating her pussy and fingers. Mr. Johnson pushed a small dolly carrying an odd device into the room. It looked like a peculiar footstool, a barrel split lengthwise, a length of split pipe, sitting wide side down, curved side up. There were two dildos mounted on top, a large one in front of a somewhat smaller one. Before stepping away, he squirted some clear, viscous liquid onto the dildos. “Sit on the Sybian, dear.” Patricia got up, straightened her stockings, straddled the device, and carefully lowered herself onto it, guiding the larger dildo into her pussy and the other into her ass. “Ooooh. Nice.” Patricia realized the liquid was a lube, allowing the dildos to slip in readily. She noticed that there was a control connected to the Sybian via a cable. Schmidt picked up the control, and tweaked something. “Ah...ah...ah...” Patricia felt the dildos move inside her, more snakes than vibrators. They felt like huge, squirmy, twisty worms, pulsing, contracting, and thrusting, all at the same time. She realized she was nearing orgasm very quickly. “God, she's so hot!” Patricia barely heard the voice. The intense sensations demanded nearly all of her attention. “Sit up, dear. Let us watch you come.” Somehow, Dr. Schmidt made demands, not requests. Patricia sat upright, which caused her weight to push her harder onto the vibrating, pulsing ...

... dildos. She looked up, seeing her blurry-faced audience. One man had unzipped his pants and was stroking his cock. Seeing her effect on him, Patricia was pushed over the edge. “AHHHH! God! I'm cumming!” With Bill, Patricia's orgasms were pleasant; with Barry, much stronger; and during her gang bang, they were intense. This was far stronger than anything she'd experienced. Her toes literally curled. As she came down, she wondered whether she made more noise because her orgasm was more intense, or did she make more noise for the benefit of her audience? “What a slut!” “I always thought she was a frigid bitch!” “I'm hard as a rock!” “Shit” “Make her cum again.” There were many other murmurings. Patricia was still trying to catch her breath after her brain-numbing orgasm. She felt somehow pleased about the comments she heard. She purposely ran her hands up her abdomen, from her crotch to her shoulders, then began teasing her nipples, one in each hand. The murmurings increased in volume, but she couldn't make out the words because those amazing sensations inside her were suddenly stronger. Someone must have increased the setting. “Uhnnn...uhnnn...uhnnn” Patricia's eyes rolled back. “Too...No...please” She couldn't keep herself from giving in to the overwhelming sensations. She felt the intensity building quickly; she squeezed her nipples tightly. The pain complemented the intense pleasure of the amazing fucking she was getting. The dildo in her pussy was vibrating and twisting and ...