Step Into My Office

Mr. Andrews’ office was only fifty feet from the reception area, down a hallway to the left. I hurried as quickly as I could. Thank goodness, the butt plug didn’t slip. Please, God, I prayed, let it stay put until I can get to the ladies’ room. It felt wonderful to be stuffed with the artificial cock, and the secret that, beneath my skirt and panties, it occupied my rectum was thrilling, too, but I was beginning to wish I hadn’t come to work with a latex plug up my butt. My constant fear was that the damned thing would ease out of my rectum. What would Mr. Andrews think if he saw the outline of a dildo-shaped butt plug in the seat of my mini-skirt? What would my fellow employees think? How utterly humiliating such an experience would be!

I knocked at his door, and Mr. Andrews called, “Come in.”

I turned the doorknob and pushed against the massive, heavy door. It opened upon a burgundy carpet that led to the project manager’s massive oak desk. Between two Tiffany lamps, Mr. Andrews sat in his high-backed leather-upholstered executive’s chair, behind a laptop computer.

I felt the butt plug sliding down my rectum, slowly but surely. Horrified, I gulped, managing to keep a straight face as, again, I clenched my ass cheeks tightly together to halt the downward slide of the dildo.

Mr. Andrews glanced up at me. “Armstrong,” he said, calling me by my last name, as he referred to all his sales agents. “Step into my office. Have a seat.”

Thank God! I thought, hurrying forward. I nearly plopped into the chair opposite his own, offering him a faltering smile as I thought, I need to get to the ladies’ room right now! “Mr. Andrews, I came in right away, because--”

“I appreciate that, Armstrong.”

“But, if this can wait just a few minutes, I need--”

“Sorry. I have a busy schedule--one I need to stick to--and you’re the first item on my agenda.”