After Hours with Ornella

"Danny! Ornella needs you."

Danny put down the report he was reading, left his cubicle and walked down the hall toward his boss's office. Her door was closed, but Jennifer--Ornella's secretary, who had just called for him--motioned for him to proceed inside.

"She's on the phone," warned Jennifer, so Danny eased the door open carefully.

Ornella's back was turned to him as he entered her office, which offered an expansive view of the city through a window that extended the length of the room. She held a phone to her ear while shuffling through a mess of papers scattered across her desk, seemingly irritated with whomever she was speaking to.

Danny's gaze immediately magnetized to his boss's exquisitely formed rear. A pair of heels and sheer black stockings accentuated chiseled calves, and a jet-black pencil skirt clung tightly to her muscular thighs and wonderfully plump ass. The Latina's lower half matched the stereotypical description: impeccably toned legs and mouth-wateringly juicy cakes. A milky white blouse was tucked into her skirt above the waist, and her shiny black hair was tied back in a ponytail.

His boss glanced at the door as he entered and held up a finger, indicating that she needed a moment.

"That should work fine, but make sure the client knows we won't budge from that price." Her voice was clear and confident, with pronunciation that betrayed only the slightest traces of a Spanish accent. "Hang on a second Bill, someone's at my door--"

Ornella lowered the phone from her ear and covered the receiver with her hand as she turned toward Danny. Black glasses framed her sharp brown eyes and elegant tanned features, and she wore an expensive-looking pearl necklace to match her blouse. The top button was undone, displaying just enough cleavage to hint at the rest of the enormous bosom concealed beneath the silky fabric. The only signs of Ornella's age were the faint streaks of grey through her hair and subtle wrinkling around her eyes, which enhanced the overall MILF-effect.

In short, she was stunning; a master sculptor would be hard-pressed to capture a better example of the natural ripening of a curvaceous female physique.

On top of her tantalizing, succulent figure, she exuded competence, professionalism, and class, which altogether made her an intimidating figure in the business setting. Apparently, she had been a star performer for the firm since her twenties, and now in her forties she was the CFO of the entire North American division. Needless to say, she was leaps and bounds above a bottom-rung intern like Danny in the company hierarchy.

"There you are. I'm going to need you tonight, so come by my place around seven. Oh, and stop by Jennifer's desk before you leave--I had her pickup some stuff for you. Bring it tonight."

With that, she returned the phone to her ear and turned away from him dismissively. They both knew that Danny would follow her instructions without question.

"Sorry about that Bill..."

After gently shutting the door, Danny exited Ornella's office and made his way to the reception desk, where Jennifer was eating a salad and fiddling with her cellphone.

"Ornella said that you have something for me?" Danny asked in response to the questioning look the cute blonde secretary gave him.

"Oh, right. Your, uhm, supplies." Jennifer cleared her throat nervously and handed Danny a bag from beneath her desk. He blushed at her expression, which contained a mix of something like sympathy and distaste. Danny didn't need to look inside the bag to have a pretty good idea of its contents. "Good luck with your... project!"

Danny thanked her abashedly and headed back to his cubicle. He sank into his chair with a sigh, remembering when he'd thought he might have a shot with Jennifer. The idea was laughable now.

Sorry, can't play tonight. Work stuff.

Danny sent the text to his buddies over their group chat; he was supposed to join their party in a multiplayer video game tonight. It wasn't the first time his boss's plans took priority over his, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

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Six hours later, Danny was on his knees in front of Ornella, eye-level with her waist on the floor in her apartment. He watched as she unzipped and dropped her skirt to expose, strapped to the inside of her right thigh by a stretchy satin band, the most impressive cock he had ever seen. Despite Danny's intimate familiarity with his boss's awesome package, it was always a humbling reveal.

Ornella stepped out of the skirt gracefully, then pulled down the band and unslung the beast from its restraint, allowing it to tumble out a few inches from Danny's face. He breathed in the virile wave of pheromones that radiated forward with fragrant, aphrodisiac effect, wincing at the slight pang of jealousy he felt. Without hesitation Danny leaned forward and gently dragged his tongue across the underside of her shaft, causing blood to flush through its length as her python angrily reared its head. By the time he reached the end, a pearl of precum had formed on her slit, which he lovingly enveloped with a slimly smooch. Ornella tilted her head back and groaned with relief, temporarily pausing to allow the boy to suckle on her swelling head. It wasn't long before Ornella's cock stood at its full, glorious mast: thick veins latticed up the dark skin of her appendage to the glaring tip, and her heavy, bloated balls hung low, seemingly locked in a tug-of-war contest with her giant member.

"Not so fast..." Ornella pulled away from Danny--who reluctantly relinquished her rod like a bitch in heat--and strode out of the room to the adjacent kitchen, her bountiful posterior jiggling with each lilting step. Danny waited until she returned, a glass of red wine in one hand and her cell phone in the other, her raging erection jutting out brazenly from the waist. Ornella sank into the seat of a black leather couch and took a healthy swig of wine before setting the glass down on the coffee table beside her.

"Okay, go ahead puta."

Having received the green light, Danny impaled his face onto Ornella's massive cock. He made it a respectable distance down her shaft before getting stuck, unable to squeeze her bulbous head past his tonsils. Struggle as he might, he couldn't quite make it fit, and came back up with a retch of slobber that coated his chin and nose.

GLUCK...

After steeling his resolve, he tried once again, and this time managed to push past the constriction at the back of his tongue. Once Ornella's tip breached the opening to his throat, Danny was able to slide down the remaining inches of exposed skin, feeling a measure of pride at accomplishing the sword swallowing feat on only his second attempt. When his lips reached the base of her length, he buried his nose into the luscious brown tangle of her pubic mound, and--stubbornly suppressing a momentary gag reflex--inhaled deeply as he urgently lapped at her engorged balls and gazed up from between her thighs.

Danny crossed his eyes in the classic ahegao face that he had learned from Japanese hentai and moaned earnestly into her modest belly pudge, attempting to arouse her by demeaning himself in as lewd a manner as he could manage. She preferred him to use solely his mouth and throat for blowjobs, so he obediently kept his hands on his knees while he knelt on the rug in her living room. The interior of Ornella's home was upscale and modern, fitted with tasteful décor that reminded occupants of her lavish salary.

Ornella sprawled out carelessly on the couch, still clothed apart from the skirt and heels she had discarded, her generous hips and ass protruding from the seat-cushion to ensure that her cocksucker had full access to her groin and taint. She lazily swiped through a dating app and messaged a few of her new matches, for the most part ignoring the lingerie-clad boy at her feet. Danny was naked aside from the matching set of black lace thigh-highs and open-nipple bra that Jennifer had given him earlier. A strand of precum oozed from the flat steel chastity cage between Danny's legs down to the floor, and every so often he ground his hips down on the hilt of the buttplug--which he had also received from Jennifer--that was firmly embedded in his ass.

Danny held the deepthroat patiently, continuously lapping at the slick, spit-shined underside of Ornella's shaft, and even managing to swallow around her pole a few times to enhance the throat-massage. He waited until she flicked her gaze down to her lap and grunted approvingly--indicating that she liked what she saw and felt--before he drew back and gasped for air. Her meaty shaft slapped down wetly across his face, and he let it rest there while he panted, tongue lolling and eyes shining adoringly up at his boss with the look a begging puppy gives its owner.

"That's a good little cunt-boy," Ornella purred distractedly, seemingly more interested in her phone than in her fit young boytoy's slutty display.

Once he had caught his breath, Danny dove back onto her pole, this time remaining near the tip and focusing his efforts on her regally-formed crown. He kissed her head with pouty dick-sucking lips, teased the slit with his tongue, and pulled her tip from his vacuum-suctioned mouth to produce moist, erotic smacking sounds. The blowjob dripped with sultry desperation, as if Danny were attempting to seduce the woman attached to the whopping cock and the only possible means of conveying his desire was through fellatio. He repeated this pattern a few times, then slid down the shaft to her sack, tenderly alternating between each of her swollen balls before sucking them both inside his mouth. He caressed them with his tongue while they steeped like a bag of tea, causing him to salivate excessively until every crevice of his mouth was filled with the salty brine of Ornella's unwashed ballsack. He finally relinquished her nuts and gulped down the mouthful before moving further south, spending a couple of minutes on her gooch before arriving at his ultimate destination. Once there, Danny orally embraced Ornella's asshole, and proceeded to toss her salad with doting, cringeworthy indulgence.

Ornella unconsciously spread her legs a bit to open up her cheeks for Danny, who eagerly dragged his tongue across her pucker with deep, heavy strokes. He alternated between licking and kissing, creating a sloppy mess of sweat and spit as he hungrily made out with Ornella's rosebud. The relaxed vixen began to absent-mindedly stroke her meat while Danny polished her hole, occasionally murmuring with appreciation when Danny's tongue pressed especially deep past her sphincter. Her hefty scrotum rested comfortably on his face, further clouding his senses with the overpowering musk of ass and genitals. The pathetically fervent ass worship continued for about ten minutes--although it felt like the blink of an eye for Danny--before Ornella broke into a laugh as she finally noticed just how vigorously the boy was frenching her asshole.

"Well, someone certainly seems to be having fun! Nothing like a good make-out sesh is there? I suppose you wouldn't know, seeing as how you've never had the traditional mouth-to-mouth kind... this might be the closest you'll ever get to the real deal though, so I get the enthusiasm. Plus, considering all the kissing practice you've had with my ass, you'll definitely be prepared if some drunk girl at a bar ever takes pity on you. Oops--" she grunted as she let out a wet toot into Danny's face.

Danny whined with embarrassment but sucked in through his nostrils, filling his lungs to the brim with her scent. He squirmed beneath an irrepressible wave of humiliation, but continued to doggedly slurp on his boss's anus. The oral performance would put a seasoned pornstar to shame, and was sincere enough to warrant an affectionate pat on the head from the recipient.

"Alright, that's enough. Hop up here and show me your tush. I've got about an hour before I need to leave for this party and I'm pretty backed up. Haven't nutted since Monday."

"Yes Ma'am," Danny replied before doing as Ornella instructed.

Ornella hadn't needed Danny for two weeks, which meant she'd probably been fucking a new girl in the meantime. This wasn't unusual; Ornella had a voracious sexual appetite and never had much trouble picking up chicks. Publicly, she exclusively dated girls, but Ornella had discovered that Danny was a pretty good outlet when she needed to unwind, often after a long day at the office. In addition to his responsibilities as an intern, Danny had become Ornella's on-call cumdump. Essentially, a masturbatory aid when no hot girls were available.

Occasionally she would even summon him directly after a hookup, if Ornella was left partially blue-balled by a girl who'd been unable to handle her donkey-sized dick. She never showered in between, and liked to show him a picture of her date--always a babe--so that Danny could visualize someone when he cleaned up the residual coating of pussy juice from her hog. Now you can say you've tasted some pussy, she'd joked the first time it happened. Danny couldn't help but imagine how intoxicating the real thing must be, and he burned with the thrill of discovering a unique flavor of sweetness and tang in each new woman's froth. As backward as it might be, he had even started to feel lucky that Ornella allowed him taste the sex of such gorgeous women. Albeit, only indirectly, once they had creamed all over her monster. He couldn't blame them for being tapping out, either; Ornella's size could rival any of the biggest mandingos Danny had seen in porn, and usually not even the size queens could fit them fully inside.

Holy shit, most girls can only take me halfway! Ornella had exclaimed when she'd taken his anal virginity, clearly surprised at being able to fully sheath herself into his butt. I can't remember the last time I bottomed out in someone... God it gets annoying. Not something you'd understand, but honestly, having a big dick isn't all it's cracked up to be. I could really get used to this... it might be a fake pussy, but it's tight as fuck, and I can't even get you pregnant! I should've started fucking gayboys a long time ago. Kind of a win for you too--even if you only get to use your ass, at least you're getting some action right?

Danny made sure to arch his back once he assumed the face-down ass-up position next to Ornella on the couch, submissively offering his fresh, deliciously smooth rear--she made him wax twice a month--while thin tendrils of precum dripped from his cage. Doing so exposed the base of the new buttplug Ornella had gotten him, on which the word "SLUT" was printed in bold font. Ornella, still seated, leaned over and began to ease the plug out of his butt, causing Danny to moan as his asshole clung greedily to the toy. Ornella whistled when Danny's ass finally widened enough to accommodate the absurdly huge sphere, releasing it with a sickening suction noise that left his delicate pink gape twitching in a pitiful attempt to close.

Ornella licked her hand and used it to lube up her cock--not that it was particularly needed, considering the copious amounts of precum she produced--then hawked up a wad of phlegm and spit directly into Danny's open gape for good measure. She then shifted onto her knees and gave his cock cage a tug, guiding his asshole back to line up with the tip of her monster. Slowly, but in one fluid motion that knocked the breath out of Danny, the caramel bombshell buried her incredible endowment into the plushy folds of his ass, letting out a sigh of supreme satisfaction as she did so. Danny briefly felt the weight of her magnificent breasts--he'd never actually touched them with his hands--press against his back through her blouse as she clutched him to her chest, relishing the luxurious feeling of his ring spasm around the base of her shaft.

After a contended pause, Ornella began stroke her cock in and out, only slightly withdrawing so that she stirred up the slippery pool of anal juice inside Danny's guts. Within a few pumps she had created such a creamy, gooey mess that it was hard to tell where her cock ended and his intestines began. Danny groaned in discomfort as he willed his entire body to acclimate to her size; not even wearing the plug for the past few hours could entirely prepare him for her girthy, veiny slab of marble.

Ornella slowly picked up the pace, thrusting her hips with precision as she ruthlessly wore down any initial resistance the boy's ass offered. Her face bore a slight frown while she fixated on elasticizing Danny's asshole, as if irked at the necessity of stretching it out prior to use. The process took a few minutes, but eventually her buttfucking elicited a stream of thirsty, feminine moans from Danny, which indicated that he had crossed over the threshold from pain to pleasure. Or at least, some combination of the two.

Once she was satisfied that his hole was sufficiently broken in, Ornella really let loose, gluttonously drinking in the sight of Danny's perky bubble-butt reverberating in time with her progressively more powerful backshots. It was like a carnal, predatory instinct was triggered within the alpha female, a reptilian brain impulse that compelled her to subjugate his ass with focused, smoldering aggression. Danny's awareness of his surroundings slowly began to melt as he succumbed to the irresistible fog of Ornella's lust. The submissive instincts she had drilled into him took over, and all of his cognitive faculties subordinated to one overriding need: to satisfy the gorgeous MILF who was currently brutalizing his bitch-hole.

"Bounce for me."

Danny desperately humped his ass back onto the rigid spear between Ornella's legs, his cheeks clapping against her belly as he endeavored to match her rhythm and help her reshape his insides. Her iron meatbar penetrated Danny with steady, deliberate thrusts, functioning like a piston designed to feminize the boy's ass into a pussy. Ornella continued to fuck him doggystyle but shifted her body so that she could step on his face, locking him into position while she otherwise maintained a firm grip on his hips. Danny enthusiastically licked the sole of her stocking-covered foot while she pillaged his taut body from behind, huffing in the odor that she smeared across his features.

FWAP, FWAP, FWAP, FWAP, FWAP...

"Yeaaahh... now squeeze that butt like I taught you," Ornella cooed as she methodically long-dicked Danny into a daze. The metronome sound of his ass clapping was occasionally interrupted by shameful, squelching farts when air escaped his hole, or by insuppressible beta moans when Ornella's head found Danny's prostate. She admired the obscene sight of her shaft's length emerging--seemingly impossibly--from Danny's ass in between thrusts, each time retracting fully to the tip before plunging back down to the hilt. Danny dutifully attempted to clench his hole for Ornella, earning a few appreciative spanks in return.

"Gooood boy! You've gotten pretty good at that," she grunted through gritted teeth while sodomizing the slut on her couch. "Really though, this is some grade-A fag pussy, the fucking grip... you were built for this, you know that? Aren't you glad we found your calling?"

"Unghh... yessss ma'am... thank youuuu..." Danny groaned with a muffled voice, his face still pressed firmly against the couch by her foot. Ornella planted into Danny for a few moments, addicted to the sight of her monstrous schlong disappearing into the twink's slender body.

SCHLAP, SCHLICK, SCHLAP...

"You could probably become famous if we started making porn, with how popular all that femboy, sissy stuff is right now... What do you think? Feels like a waste not showing off an ass this talented. Although this shit might be too hardcore for the mainstream. It's kind of nasty, really, watching your hole suck me in and out. But hey, there are always freaks out there, who am I to judge."

She was right, of course: a normal person viewing the scene would have been repulsed by the sight of the woman's comically huge rod violating Danny's butt, gliding effortlessly in and out as she pummeled his already-tenderized guts.

"Fuhhhh... UGH... YEEEEAAAGH MAMAAA..." Danny was losing the ability to form words as Ornella maintained her merciless pace, meticulously abusing his hole with an athlete's stamina. He felt something building deep in his loins with each of her thrusts, a tingly warmth spreading through his rear that he recognized as the ever-elusive anal orgasm. Danny's drifting mind chased the feeling, desperate for the reward it promised, but it flitted just out of reach each time he neared, like he was on the cusp of peeing but unable to open the floodgates.

"Keep that booty up," barked Ornella as Danny's battered body slackened, her cock the only thing keeping him from collapsing. The boy obediently struggled to arch his ass back up as high as he could manage on weakened legs, ensuring that Ornella could continue turning out his hole with brutal efficiency.

The tipping point came when she placed her hands beneath his chin and pulled upward, changing the angle of her thrusts so she could ride him like a cowboy subduing a bronco; Danny came thunderously moments after she began to hammer his prostate, dick completely ignored. His load dripped out of the ultra-constrictive chastity cage like a leaky faucet onto the leather beneath him while he shuddered uncontrollably. It was an embarrassingly weak and effeminate orgasm, appropriate for a bitch-boy who'd cum from getting his ass destroyed. His anal ring dilated convulsively around Ornella's shaft, producing a delighted groan from her as she furiously worked to slut-ify the boy's ass from behind.

"That's it, push me out! PUSH ME OUT, PUTA!" Ornella punctuated the command with a few savage spanks as the boy's body bucked on her steel-hard cock, leaving behind blotchy red handprints on his asscheeks.

"HUUUUNNGH," whimpered Danny in response, delirious from having his butthole ravaged. His body sagged, muscles and spine becoming as malleable as soft dough, but Ornella refused to let up in her anal assault. Instead, she removed her foot from his face and shifted to an elevated position, which allowed Danny's lithe body to contort into a compacted tangle of limbs as she smothered him into the couch. Danny compressed beneath her weight, his face directly beneath his cock cage, offering him a closeup view of Ornella's cock pulverizing him while at the same time providing Ornella with unobstructed access to the object of her fury: his hole.

Despite being reduced to a drooling, babbling mess, Danny vaguely understood her command and did his best to comply. He squeezed his shit muscles with enough intensity to turn his face scarlet, as if attempting to brute force a dump through constipation, and in doing so effectively massaged her shaft with the contractions of his bowels. Stomach-turning squelches filled the room as his asshole prolapsed around her meat with each push and pull, and the attempt to push her cock out with his butt quickly triggered another orgasm for the broken whore-boy, a second load dribbling from his cage onto his face and into his mouth. Ornella growled with pleasure at Danny's emasculation, his feeble body trembling beneath the onslaught as she clapped his cheeks with a series of particularly vicious thrusts, unconcernedly venting her pent-up sexual frustration.

"FUUUUUUUCKKK..." Ornella groaned before fully hilting, luxuriating in the moment that she finally released the pressure valve and alleviated the strain on her turgid balls. Over a long span of gushing splurts, she pumped an enormous load into the depths of her fleshy dick-sleeve, producing a volume that would drain Danny's miniature nuts thrice over. Danny felt Ornella's horse-cock throb while hot, potent jizz sullied his insides, and he moaned mindlessly when she anchored his limp body to her stomach by the hips. As she deposited the contents of her overloaded ballsack, Ornella ground the base of her pole erratically against his swollen anus in herky-jerk motions, marking the bottom-boy as hers with a fervor hellbent enough to belie any notion that she believed his ass couldn't be impregnated.

Ornella wasn't yet satisfied, however. In short order, and without pulling out of his hole, Ornella spun Danny around into a missionary position and resumed rocking her hips back and forth. Rather than the exuberant long-dicking she had just given him, this time she remained mostly buried in Danny' ass, instead humping and grinding into his hole at an invasive, sludgy pace that churned his insides like thick, heavy butter.

"Open," panted Ornella through heavy breaths, placing her fingers over Danny's lips. Danny opened wide and stuck out his tongue, respectfully presenting his mouth as a target for Ornella, who leaned forward to spit inside. Danny swallowed her saliva automatically, complying with the sheepish docility that marks a cheap whore. This seemed to both please and antagonize Ornella, who settled into a lazy, pouty, rolling hip motion, as if she were frustrated that Danny didn't have another orifice to defile with her bodily fluids.

SCHLUP... SCHLUP... SCHLUP...

The next twenty minutes passed in a haze, and Ornella's hip movements became progressively slower and choppier as she began to tire. Following another prostate orgasm--dry, as the first two had largely milked his shrunken testicles--waves of pleasure began to pulse through Danny's body with such paralyzing heat that his mind briefly dissociated, a necessary physiological reaction to enable him to ride out the final storm of Ornella's unleashed libido. An almost lobotomized expression of vacant subservience plastered the boy's face, akin to that of an irretrievable addict surrendering to the high.

"Yeah... yeah..." she hissed into his ear, speaking more to herself than to Danny, who at this point was oblivious to any form of verbal communication. Ornella's need to plunder every inch of his insides spurred her on, and nothing would slake her lust until Danny's ass had been entirely despoiled. The only action the helpless bottom-boy could manage--which his body did of its own accord, instinctively--was to wrap his legs around Ornella's waist, pulling her toward his hole and enabling her to generate greater leverage with each rebound of her hips.

After a final mad dash of piledriving thrusts, Ornella emitted a guttural grunt and creampied him a second time, triumphantly stuffing her length into Danny with an exhausted mating press. She pinned his legs back spread-eagle behind his head and dropped her pelvis flush against his unprotected heinie before grasping his throat with both hands, squeezing firmly and forcing him to meet her gaze directly while she dumped another load into his already-soupy hole. Ornella probed Danny's soul with eyes that burned like kindled embers, piercing beneath the vacuous outer layer of numb euphoria to discover an array of deeply intimate, base emotions: servile deference, yearning, gratitude, and the unmistakable glint of fear. The two communicated more in a silent moment than could be spoken in a day, confirming in each other a symbiotic understanding: unquestioned dominance, and shamelessly pure submission.

Ornella soaked inside Danny's ass, balls-deep, her iron grip holding him still while the sexual glue her dicking had produced fused his asscheeks to her belly. The two sank beneath the blissful weight of release, bodies consummated at the hips by Ornella's conquering phallus, and wallowed in the fleeting, satiating tranquility that accompanied the procreative exertion. Her fully submerged cock began to soften inside Danny's butt while the two came down from the orgasmic highs--one derived from dominating and breeding her personal sow, and the other from being thoroughly slutted out by an utterly superior reproductive specimen.

"Whew, I needed that," sighed Ornella with relief. Danny gasped for air as she relinquished her grip on his throat, feeding his oxygen-starved brain with gulping breaths. Ornella gave Danny's ass one last spank before withdrawing her semi-flaccid sex organ with the sound of a plunged toilet. The boy's spent body remained folded, legs still quivering, his cage and gape suspended over his slack-jawed, glazed features.

"Looks like you did too, huh," she mused after noting the mess he had made on himself and the seat.

Danny lay still as his senses returned, basking in the afterglow of the sexual battery he had just received, and carefully held his ass in the air so as not to spill the thick stew that Ornella had just deposited within his guts. Ornella picked up the buttplug and reinserted it into his hole before plopping down onto the couch with a contented sigh.

"Alright, clean me up before you clean the couch."

Once she gave permission, Danny unsteadily crawled down to the floor between her legs and enviously admired the monster that had just given him three ass-gasms. It absolutely reeked of sex, and was splattered with large globules of cum from the head to the sack. Even semi-hard it was imposing, a genetic blessing that a limp-dicked beta like him could only dream of possessing. He began his cleanup duties with Ornella's tip, worked his way down the shaft to her freshly-drained balls, and finished with the juices that had splashed onto her belly and thighs. Danny passionately licked and sucked the sticky, sweaty coating of sexual fluids from her genitals, diligently tongue-bathing the dusky beauty until she tapped his head in dismissal. He then moved over to the seat where he had sprayed his much weaker loads, and meekly lapped up his own cum off the leather, making sure to leave nothing behind.

"Your bowl's in the kitchen," Ornella remarked with a yawn as she leaned back for a moment, closing her eyes and stretching her arms above her head like a satisfied cat. The curves of heaving breasts beneath her blouse were prominently displayed as she stuck her chest forward, emphasizing the alluring feminine beauty of her upper half in stark contrast to the veiny, mammoth dong resting threateningly between her thighs.

Danny stood up gingerly and walked over to the kitchen on shaky legs, where he found a wide glass bowl sitting on the countertop. He brought it back to the living room, set in down in front of Ornella, and once again assumed all fours, this time on the rug with his ass presented to the seated woman. As he did so, Ornella answered a facetime call.

"Sup babe."

"Hey! You're coming to this thing tonight, right? I'll be so bored if not..."

Danny recognized the voice of Ornella's best friend Angela over the phone.

"Yeah, I'll be there. It'll probably be another corporate snoozefest, but a lot of our clients are going, so I gotta show the face. Who knows, maybe I can pick up a few new ones."

"Geez, you're sweaty" remarked Angela. "You just hit the gym?"

"Nah, was just blowing off some steam with Danny."

"Ooh, hiiii Danny..." laughed Angela condescendingly. Danny had met Angela a few times, and she had never attempted to hide her disdain for him.

"Actually, check out this toy I just got him..."

Ornella swapped the phone's camera to face forward before she grasped the plug and yanked it out, leaving Danny's creamy gape hovering above the bowl.

"Jesus Nella, what the fuck did you do?! He's going to need a fucking diaper!"

"It'll tighten back up in a few days... probably."

Then, in a patronizing tone, "show Angela the trick you learned!"

With the plug removed, Danny lowered his hips and squeezed, squirting Ornella's backed-up loads into the bowl on the floor. After a few lengthy farts he had emptied his guts of her broth, at which point he bent over the bowl and proceeded to slurp up the gorgeous Latina's jizz, collecting without swallowing until his mouth was filled with the thick white goo. Danny sat up, put his hands on his knees, and savored her overwhelming taste by gargling, holding his mouth open for Ornella's camera with the posture of a trained dog. He knew that his boss would especially enjoy the performance, which capped off his humiliation with one final display of spineless debasement before an audience.

"Mmmm, good boy!" Ornella told Danny with mock praise. "I think he wants to impress you Angie, look at that mouthful! Oof--OK you can swallow..." she crinkled her nose distastefully as a pungent fume wafted up from his mouth. A few of Ornella's pubes were visible floating on the surface of her clumpy white seed.

Danny complied, stifling a burp after gulping down her viscous load in several swallows. He once again presented his open mouth to Ornella's camera and stuck out his tongue to show that it was empty, proving that he had consumed every last drop of her essence.

"That is fucking nasty," said Angela through the phone with undisguised disgust. "Seriously, gross... you're a perv Nella. Gayboys like him are way too slutty, like, I would never... whatever. I guess that plug is fitting. I'll let you... finish up, just meet me in the hotel lobby, OK?"

"Sounds good babe, byeeee," laughed Ornella as she ended the call.

"That was a pretty good show! You really like my taste, huh? God, you looked like such a fag. Ignore Angela, she's just your typical vanilla princess. You're a way better fuck than she is. And even if other girls might think it's disgusting, you like being my filthy little pussy-boy, don't you?"

"Yes Ma'am! Thank you for letting me help you masturbate," Danny replied sincerely. It had taken him some time to accept it, but he knew that he would never play a masculine role in a relationship ever again.

For one thing, his dick hadn't been hard in months. The last time Ornella had let him out of the cage to try--by jerking off while he ate her ass--he'd remained completely soft no matter how hard he tugged on his shriveled, flaccid worm.

Damn, my bad, Ornella had smirked upon learning that she might have ruined his dick. Forgot that I'm supposed to unlock you once in a while. Oh well, might as well commit to chastity this point. Not like you were using that little thing anyway. Actually, removing the temptation might be better for you in the long run. I would have probably gotten promoted even faster if I'd been able to keep my dick in my pants when I first started. And if you practice hard, you should be able to get yourself off with your ass regularly--that's something, I guess?

Danny was starting to forget what it was like to cum normally; since then, the only climaxes he got came from Ornella's ass-fuckings. He had tried by himself with a dildo and vibrator, but never managed to get over the hump. He simply wasn't skilled enough to achieve an anal orgasm on his own, which made him largely dependent on Ornella's masturbatory whims for his own sexual relief.

Even more significant than his newfound impotence, however, was the fact that Danny had fallen in love with his boss.

He knew she would never reciprocate his feelings--she cared about him as much as she would a pocket pussy--but Danny was content with the degrading, absolutely one-sided arrangement they currently had. Perhaps Ornella had warped his psyche in some manner akin to Stockholm syndrome, or perhaps she had merely wrestled to the surface a submissive urge that had always lurked deep down, which Danny had embraced with hopeless inadequacy. Whatever the case, Ornella had broken something within him, and in so doing had shattered any sense of independence, pride, or ambition. It didn't matter that he would probably remain a virgin--at least, in the traditional sense--or that she would trample over his dignity like a doormat underfoot, because Danny would give anything for a chance at a relationship, of any kind, with Ornella. She, a woman hilariously out of his league under normal circumstances, had transformed Danny's future from an uncertain, ineffectual slew of mediocrity into a comfortable, fulfilling life subsumed by one responsibility: to serve the breathtaking Latina goddess in whatever way she allowed. If this meant letting her dress him like a fuck-doll, parade him in front of her friends, and wear through his holes like disposable tissue, then so be it. He would gratefully sacrifice his manhood to Ornella in exchange for the privilege of being her bitch.

"Shit, I'm gonna be late," muttered Ornella after checking the time. "I'm gonna hop in the shower--you can leave once you tidy up in here. I might need you later if I come home alone, so keep that phone on tonight."

Ornella stood up and gave Danny's cheek a backhanded stroke with the indifference of a distracted pet owner, then sauntered across the room, leaving him where he was on the floor. Her voluptuous brown ass mesmerized him as her ample hips swayed tauntingly from side to side, an image enchanting enough to make him briefly forget his bruised backside, scathed knees, and aching butthole. Faint ripples coursed through her luscious peach with each bouncy step, and a slight coating of perspiration gave her marvelous legs an inviting sheen. Of course, her gargantuan cock was visible from behind as well, swinging proudly like a heavy pendulum between her thighs.

In a word, perfection.

As Danny watched Ornella enter the bathroom and shut the door, he knew that he would spend the rest of his evening waiting, and hoping, for a booty call from his boss.