"Service Girl", by Marlboro Man
An old story I found recently. Gets fairly “squicky” towards the end, but it’s fantasy…
I work for this great firm downtown. I’ve been there for around
10 years, and I wouldn’t leave my job for anything. We’ve got all
the usual executive perks; medical, dental, daycare, retirement
plans and all. But what makes the place unique is our office
You see, along with the regular crew of receptionists, typists,
file clerks and secretaries, each division is also assigned a
Of cource I know that it’s not really politically correct to call
them cocksucker girls, but after all, that’s what they mostly do.
They’re officially called ‘Service Girls’ on their W-2 forms, and
their job is to provide ‘oral services’, which they do by sucking off
the office staff. It was the manager’s idea to hire them to keep
the executives – both male and female – relaxed and happy. They do
a good job at it too. I’d say that office productivity has gone way
up, and lateness and absenteeism has gone way down since they arrived
a few years ago.
It works pretty much like this: among the firm’s interns is one
special girl who spends her day walking up and down the division’s
central corridor. If an executive is in need of her services he
can either flag her down in the hallway or page her by beeper.
Either way, as soon as she’s free she makes her way to your office,
shuts the door, walks to where you are sitting and kneels on the
floor before you.
At this point it’s up to you. Some guys prefer the cocksucker girl
to avoid eye contact and keep her gaze on their crotches; others
like her to look them directly in the eye.
Either way, what she does next is to massage your cock through your
pants while she undoes your belt, undoes your fly and eases your
trousers down to your knees. Next, she will expertly and magnificently
use her velvety tongue and dripping lips to bring you to a mind-shattering,
no-strings-attached orgasm. She’ll drink your cum, lap up any spit
or semen on your balls, wipe you clean and get you back in your pants.
Then with a smile she will lick her lips clean of your jism and
continue her stroll of the hallway until her next call to duty.
Needless to say the girls are not hired through the usual employee
pipeline. The office manager’s got some external contractor to do
the work. I’ve heard rumors of overseas connections, drugs, mental
conditioning, hypnosis, large cash payments and even silicon chip
brain implants, but frankly I couldn’t care less how or why these
girls are here. All I know is that I have a wet and willing mouth
at my beck and call to suck me off and drink my cum. A few of the
girls have been obviously just out of high school, and a few were
as old as 25. I’ve thought that I’ve recognized a few employee
daughters in the group – probably getting cash for college.
Sometimes they speak English, sometimes they don’t – I don’t spend much
time in conversation with them anyway. They all seem to understand it
when I nod my head and motion to the floor in front of my chair.
A good blow job, and I’m back to work in 10 minutes. No formalities,
no fuss. Even the best mistress requires some upkeep – but these girls
have already been bought and paid for. And since a typical tour-of-duty
for a cocksucker girl is only around three months, a there’s no chance
for us either to get too attached to them or to feel like we owe
them anything other than a load of fresh, hot spunk.
Intercourse with a cocksucker girl is out of bounds – the firm has
other employees for that. These girls are for sucking, plain and simple.
What a great set-up.
I was surprised to discover that the female execs are especially
happy with the arrangement. They usually dominate the cocksucker
girl during lunchtime and take turns getting a masterful clit-lapping.
And if the girl isn’t too good at eating out a woman’s cunt when she
starts, she will be by the end of her tour of duty. Our women are
demanding and picky. Most men couldn’t care that much about style
or finesse. Let’s face it – if some slut’s mouth is sucking at a
guy’s prick, he’s pretty much satisfied. These women, however, are
conniseurs of oral sex. They can tell the difference between a good
tongue-lashing and a just OK one, and will keep the girl at it until
she does it right.
I’ve heard that even if the cocksucker girl is a avid lesbian,
that she will prefer to suck off the male execs rather than service
the women, if only for the fact that the men tend to take less time.
As I said, 10 minutes tops, and you’re done. With women however, 10
minutes can be just getting warmed up. Some of the corporate VP-types
have kept the girls under their desks for hours at a time, riding from
orgasm to orgasm during their board meetings. Of course common courtesy
usually prevents such marathon sessions during the lunch hour, and the
women will do their best to “finish up” fast enough so that the cocksucker
girl can do them all before lunch is over.
Of course, the other thing that makes the girls prefer cocksucking to
cunnilingus is the smell. You can’t get around the fact that even the
cleanest women’s cunt has got a distinctive odor which, like it or
not, is pretty powerful. You know when a cocksucker girl has just
eaten pussy, but unless you catch a whiff of cum-breath it’s harder to
figure out if your girl has just been given an oral feeding by the VP
down the hall.
The standard uniform for a cocksucker girl is pretty much the same as
for any female office worker: medium length grey skirt, white blouse,
maybe a scarf or some pearls, hair either short or up in a bun, tasteful
jewelry, high heels, pantyhose. The skirts always seem to be just a
bit shorter and closer to the thigh than usual, but never too short or
tight to attract undue notice. They are issued a clipboard and pen
when they arrive, and will tell any outsider that they are “doing
inventory” if someone asks what their job is at the firm.
They used to also carry packs of tissues as standard equipment for
their duties, but the office manager got too many complaints from VP’s
and their guests that they were insulted that the cocksucker girl would
spit out or wipe off their cum. He soon issued the current standing
order that the girls must swallow any ejaculate unless otherwise
instructed. Also, any cum that splashes on a cocksucker girl’s face
or clothing can only be licked off. If a girl finds herself with globs
of jism on her cheek or nose, where she can’t reach with her tongue,
she has no choice but to leave it there until 5:00pm, unless she can
find a cocksucker girl from another division to lick it off for her.
I know a few of the guys love to have fun with this rule and purposely
pull out of the girl’s mouth just before cumming to spray her face
and hair with their white cream, knowing that she will have to walk
through the office hallways dripping with scum. Once a dozen or so of
us called the current cocksucker girl into the conference room where
we spurted over her face and chest one by one until she was literally
covered with semen. She was so humiliated that she ran in tears over
to B Division to get their girl to lick her clean.
Unfortunately she didn’t know that we had planned on this and were
all waiting for her in B Division’s conference room where we repeated
our performance on the other girl, and then videotaped the two sluts
as they licked the layers of thick dried and fresh cum from each other’s
face and blouse. We now do this at least once to each girl during her
quarter-year with us. The video tapes of each cum session are usually
played during our office parties.
The firms’s fleet of cocksucker girls live in the dorm downstairs.
What we did was to take a block of basement offices and have them
converted to a suite of bedrooms. There are 6 or 7 small bedrooms
and a medium sized exercise room with gym equipment off a central
corridor. There is a single bathroom, no windows, no closets and
This is really a dynamite system. The girls’ lives are strictly
controlled for their entire time with the firm. They start each
day around 4am when the lights click on. There are no control
switches of any kind inside the dorm: all lights, plumbing, locks,
heat and air flow are operated from outside by the matrons that run
the dorm. Anyway, after the girls are up they are led to the exercise
room where they spend two hours in intense physical conditioning;
running on motorized treadmills, lifting weights and doing aerobics.
All done in the nude.
At 6am they are led one by one to the bathroom where they wash up,
take a cold shower (why waste hot water on cunts like these?), shave
their legs, underarms and pussy, and use the toilet. There’s no door
to the bathroom, and no curtain in the shower so all these activities
can be carefully monitored by the watchful matrons and the numerous
After each girl has finished washing up she puts on her makeup and
is given her clothing for the day. They wear the same outfit each
day so they can be easily recognized in the hallways. Each girl has
two full sets of clothes, and the matrons alternate them so one set
can be cleaned while the other is being worn. No clothing or pajamas
of any kind are allowed while in the dorm, and any personal belongings
that a girl may have brought with her are kept in storage until the
girl’s time is up.
After all the girls have been washed and dressed, the front door to
the dorm is unbolted, and the girls are led to their respective
stations in the firm.
The girls work seven days a week.
The typical working day for a cocksucker girl is from 7am to 5pm,
although VP’s can request special sessions before or after normal
working hours. At 5:00 the girls gather in the cafeteria for their
one meal of the day – usually whatever is leftover from the executives
lunch buffet. Not surprisingly the girls find that they aren’t very
hungry at the end of the day because of their steady diet of liquid
protein all day long. The girls are then led back to the dorm where
they strip naked in the hallway and turn in their clothing to the matrons.
Each girl is then allowed to use the toilet, and then they are all
locked into their bedrooms. The rooms themselves are pretty spartan.
There’s a bed with a single pillow and a fitted sheet, a small nighttable,
a single bare lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, and a hook on the
back of the door for a towel. No personal possessions of any kind
are allowed on site. The idea, I’ve been told, is to keep the girls’
minds focused on their jobs. Cocksucking is all they do, and
cocksucking is all they think about. Even incidental conversation
among the girls during meal and wash times is discouraged. Lights go
out at 8pm so that the cocksucker girls can get a full 8 hours of rest.
This daily routine produces some of the best oral sex practitioners I’ve
ever seen. By the end of a girl’s second month with us she’s got this
great dazed look in her eye. There’s not much that interests them except
what’s in your pants. I don’t even think they could hold a conversation
that wasn’t about the finer points of cocksucking or cuntlapping. By the
end of their third month the best of the girls are able to tell each
executive apart by the taste of their cum or cunt cream.
Whoever marries these girls will either be very happy men or extremely
Needless to say the tight control that we have over the girls’ minds
and bodies invites experimentation. With the approval of the office
manager, we’ve implemented a few variations on the daily routine of a
girl or two partly to see if we can improve their performance in some
way, but mostly because we get a kick out of manipulating these sluts.
The first thing we tried was to restrict the food intake of one of
the cocksucker girls. We ordered the matrons to bring the girl who
was servicing Division D directly to her dorm room after 5pm, and
to lock her in for the night without any food or water. This girl
was a little asian thing who spoke no english beyond ‘hello’, ‘thank
you’ and ‘blow me’. The matron didn’t explain anything to her, she
just locked the girl in for the night and turned off her room light.
She must have assumed that she was being punished for something, but
when the same thing happened the next night, and the next, a sort of
panic set in. I guess she thought that we were trying to starve her
After a few days of constant hunger and thirst the girl finally realized
what we were up to: we were making her realize that cum would be the only
thing that we would allow her to swallow. This made her treat her cum
gathering as more than just her job – it had become her sole means of
survival. The cocksucker girl quickly modified her behavior in order to
maximize her intake of our cock juice.
You’ve never seen such an enthusiastic and eager little bitch. In
order to get enough semen in her belly to stave off her hunger pangs
this slut had to suck off every guy in the division at least twice a
day. She would methodically work her way down the hall, getting a
spoonful of jism at each stop. Knowing her desperation the guys would
make her beg them to let her drink their cum. When I visited their
division to see how our experiment was going I would always get a
blow job from this thirsty cunt, but I would make her first spit out
my cum into a paper cup, and then watch her slowly lap it back up
with her tongue, making sure that she tasted and savored every drop.
Sometimes I would bring a doughnut or sandwich with me and eat it
slowly while she stared pleadingly into my eyes, my cock nestled
between her thin, red lips.
Because the female execs on the hall offered her little in the way
of nourishment (not much protein in pussy juice, I guess), the
cocksucker girl tried to avoid them as best she could.
By the end of her three months the cocksucker girl had lost a lot
of weight and was looking rather gaunt and pale. She never quite
got the hang of the system, so on her last day of duty the guys on
the hall decided to put together a little show for her to let her know
how it should have been done. We got the office manager to let us
sign the girl out for an evening party. We also signed out another
cocksucker girl from another division. After 5:00 all the guys in
the firm gathered in the conference room where the two girls were
We had the hungry girl sit in a chair at one end of the room and
indicated to her that she should just sit and watch. Then we lined
up in front of the other girl and one by one got sucked off. After
the girl had blown one of us, he would go to the end of the line.
Since there were over 50 guys there from four divisions it took so
long between suckings that there was time for the guys to ‘recover’
and build-up a new load of cum. We must have gone through the line
over 3 or 4 times each, by which time we were all pretty sore and
drained. The girl was almost comatose when we finished, having given
several hundred blow jobs at one sitting. Her lips were starting to
turn blue and her tongue had long since become numb. Droplets of cum
were all over her face, hair and blouse. We had a matron lead her
back to her room for the night.
But the thing was that this girl had swallowed almost none of our jism.
We had told her to spit out her mouthful of cum and saliva into a jar
after each guy had finished. She sat holding this jar between her legs,
and slowly filled it up as the evening went on. By the time she was
through she had collected over 2 pints of thick, whitish liquid.
We carried this offering over to our skinny cocksucker girl and held
it out for her to take. As the crowd of guys watched, she slowly
began to drink down the contents of the jar. At first she grimaced
and gagged at the taste of the fluid and at the very idea of what the
jar represented. But gradually she overcame her revulsion and saw the
pints of cum as what we intended: food. This was the nourishment that
her body had been craving. Our division’s own version of a high protein
shake. Ultra-Slim Fast had nothing on us.
By the time she drained the jar she was gulping down the cum hungrily.
She tipped the jar upsidedown to get the last drops out, and even
swirled her tongue around the rim to clean off the remaining smears
of the white pasty fluid. When she had finished we all cheered and
patted her on the back before she was led back to her room for the night.
The next day she was gone.
Since then we’ve had a policy that if one of our girls loses more than
10 pounds while on a no-feeding cycle she will receive a similar
massive feeding of cum once a month. We usually have no trouble finding
a crowd of guys to help out with this, but one month most of our division’s
male personnel were either out of town or on vacation. The office manager
didn’t really want to starve the girl to death, but he also didn’t want
to let her have any food other than cum. He finally found a solution to
the problem when he remembered that one of the corporation’s Directors
owned a stud farm. A quick phone call upstate was made, and the next
day a thermos bottle containing one full quart of horse cum was FedExed
to the office. We never told her what she was drinking, but she drank
it down just as hungrily as if she had milked it from our cocks herself.
In later months the office manager tried cattle and sheep semen, and
learned that the cocksucker girls found them to be just as tasty and
Other girls, however, have seemed to thrive while on cum-only duty.
There was a blonde girl who was such a good cocksucker that
she actually gained weight from all the cum she swallowed. She was
one of those girls who was so sluttish that they really enjoyed their
work, and when you can tell that some blonde 18-year old college girl
is really getting off by sucking your cock underneath your desk, well,
you tend to be a lot more “productive” in the sperm department. I know
that I used to flood her with a mouthful of cum each time she took me
into her mouth. The site of her cheeks bulging outwards, with white
liquid dripping from the corner of her lips as she tried to swallow
mouthful after mouthful of my prodigious output was one of the sexiest
things I have ever seen. The guys in the division got a real kick out
of seeing her get a little chubby as the weeks went past, knowing that
it was the flow from their cocks that was responsible.
The next thing that we decided to regulate was the time when a given
cocksucker girl was allowed to masturbate. Since sex is pretty much
these girls’ entire lives, it’s not surprising that most of the free
time they have in their rooms is spent with their fingers up their cunts.
After a full day of providing sexual satisfaction to the entire division
without getting any relief for themselves – masturbation while on duty
being strictly prohibited – a cocksucker girl usually finds it difficult
to even wait until they are locked into their rooms for the night before
they start to frig themselves. The matrons are forever having to stop
the girls from fingering their pussy lips in the shower or rubbing their
clits while using the toilet.
We decided early on to take advantage of this situation, and so we
equipped all of the cocksucker girls’ rooms with a number of hidden
video surveillance cameras, making each room a kind of mini TV studio.
The cameras are all focussed on the girl’s bed, and we get a number
of different angles and views.
These hidden cameras have provided us with many hours of tape of girl
after girl lying on their beds with their thighs spread wide apart and
their fingers rubbing furiously over their greasy, slippery clits. The
reason that the girls have no blankets or top sheets on their beds was
that we found that these coverings only blocked our views of the
cocksucker girls pleasuring themselves. Needless to say, since the
dorm beds now only have bottom sheets, there is nothing to prevent us
from getting a good close-up view of the girls’ slit-rubbing.
Once we edited a month’s worth of surveillance tapes down to the best
hour and a half and sold it to a west coast adult video distributor who
sold it under the title “Captive Cunts”. It sold pretty well. Maybe
you’ve seen a copy.
Anyway, we instructed the matrons that the cocksucker girls on
duty were no longer permitted to masturbate in the dorm. To ensure
this the girls were to be strapped down to their beds at night, and
were to be more carefully watched when they used the toilet and
showered to make sure that their hands did not come in contact with
their cunts at all. At the suggestion of one of the matrons we also
ordered that the legs of the girls be tied down with their thighs
spread as far apart as possible. Apparantly it’s possible for a girl
who is horny enough to make herself cum by rubbing her thighs together,
or by clenching and unclenching her cuntal muscles. Keeping the thighs
far apart prevents this kind of relief, the matron assured us with an
evil glint in her eye.
The girls were not, however, forbidden from masturbating at all. We
alloted each cocksucker girl a carefully controlled ration of weekly
orgasms. The office manager set up a “jill” room where the girls could
go to relieve their sexual frustration once a day. It had a large
puffy sofa, soft lighting, an assortment of adult magazines, a large
screen TV hooked up to a VCR that constantly ran tapes of teenage girls
jerking off and getting fucked, and a cabinet full of dildoes, sex toys,
vibrators and lubricant.
It was a masturbator’s wet dream, and every one of our horny cocksucker
girl’s was allowed, and even expected, to use it daily. The girls were
allowed a base number of five orgasms per week, with the number increasing
with the number of blowjobs she performs. For every 50 cocks she sucked,
she would be allowed one additional masturbation session. This gave the
girls an additional incentive to be attentive to their work.
The thing that made this set-up especially fun for us was that the
girls were required to ask for permission to use the room. If they
wanted to frig their cunts, they had to first sign up on a clipboard
hanging on the bulletin board in the cafeteria indicating that they
wanted permission to masturbate.
It became an informal office sport to watch a girl approach the sign-up
sheet and nervously write down her name, blushing heavily because she
knew that everyone in the cafeteria was watching her, and that they all
knew exactly what she was asking for. Some girls would chicken out before
signing up, and we would all laugh and jeer at her as she made her tearful
retreat down the hall. Eventually, however, they all came back – the
need to pound their clits being stronger than their humiliation.
The room was available only in 20 minute time slots, and the girls
were paged over the public address system when their reserved time
began. The system was that the 20 minutes would begin at the time
of the page, so that the cocksucker girl would have to quickly finish
up whatever (or whoever) she was doing, and race over to the room
before her time expired. Naturally we placed the room in a very
inaccessible location so that we could watch the girls as they raced
down the hallway, frantic to jerk themselves off. Sometimes we would
clap and cheer as they sped along, making them blush even more with
It was always fun to arrange with the office manager to have a girl’s
page announced just as she was kneeling down to begin sucking your
cock. Desperate to leave the room, she would begin a frenetic sucking
and jerking session to try to get you to finish up as quickly as possible
so she could masturbate her throbbing clit. Those were always great and
sloppy, if rushed, blowjobs.
Our office cocksucker system had been running along just fine for
around three years when we first encountered the Service Girl that
I really wanted to tell you about. Just over a year ago I noticed
that the cocksucker girl for our division had a real attitude problem.
She was a good cocksucker, there was no question about it. She could
whip your cock with her tongue like an expert. The female execs also
told me that she had a particularly talented mouth for pussy-eating.
The problem was that she always had this sort of condescending look
on her face, like she was looking down on us. After she sucked you
off, you could tell that she was thinking that you were some dirty
old man who had no control over his sexual appetite. Like, just
because you wanted to cum in some young sluts mouth once a day, you
were a pervert of some kind.
Well, I checked out the jill-off room logbook and the surveillance
tapes of her room and found out that she masturbated just about as
much as any other cocksucker girl – maybe even more so. This little
bitch was making us all feel like shit for needing regular sexual
release while she was getting her box off like clockwork!
After she had pissed off enough of us we talked to the office manager
about it. Her attitude was causing a disruption in the workplace which
he would not tolerate. We agreed on a plan for revenge.
The first thing we decided to do was to put the girl through a total
sexual withdrawal. She would not be allowed to masturbate in her room,
or on duty, and would not be allowed visiting rights to the jill-off room.
We would break her. We would make this cunt beg us to let her cum.
And then we would punish her for her insolence.
For the first few days I didn’t notice much of a difference in the
behavior or performance of our haughty little cocksucker girl. Then
after around one week of enforced abstinance the effects of sexual
withdrawal began to appear.
The girl became tense and impatient. Her sucking began to appear
frantic, as if she was trying to absorb the sexual pleasure of whomever
she was blowing. She became even more distracted than usual and
frequently forgot where she was. While cocksucking she picked up
the habit of rubbing her cunt through her skirt. Whoever she was with
always careful to pull the cocksucker girl’s arms behind her to prevent
any chance of her reaching orgasm. After a while we had to assign
one of the matrons to follow her on her daily rounds to keep a closer
eye on her wandering fingers.
Finally, one day, after licking my cum off her lips she looked up at me
with a tear in the corner of her eye and asked me to let her make herself
cum. She said this in a frightened whisper and was clearly humiliated
and mortified at herself for asking. What a change in attitude!
I just chuckled and leaned back in my chair. “Did you hear that?” I
asked the matron standing outside in a loud voice. “This little slut
wants to cum!” The cocksucker girl turned a deep red and hung her head
in shame before me.
We had already made plans for such an eventuality. The matron and I
led the now weeping girl to the conference room where we strapped her
into an armchair – her thighs carefully tied far apart exposing her
cunt, which throbbed and oozed juices beneath her thin silk panties.
Her arms were tied to the side of the chair by thick leather straps.
We pointed her chair towards the large video presentation screen and
started the VCR. The office manager had set up our compilation tape
of cocksucker girls masturbating in their rooms. This tape ran a full
six hours and featured the best of several years worth of horny little
cumdrinkers pounding their cunts to orgasm after orgasm. We turned the
volume up loud, lowered the lights and left her alone for the rest of
the day. When we came back at 5:00 she was staring at the screen in
a trance-like daze. Spittle was dripping from her mouth and we could
see (and smell) the copious arousal juices that had flowed from her
swollen cunt, soaking the seat cushion that she was sitting on. Her
breathing was heavy and her heart was pounding from the unrelenting
sexual frustration that radiated from her crotch.
We turned off the tape and sat down before her. She looked at us with
tears flowing down her rosy cheeks and begged us to let her cum. I
wish we had taped her pleas – they were really arousing. This delicate
young thing was literally begging us to let her frig her pussy. She
was making all kinds of promises to get us to relent.
By the end she had agreed to give up any and all payment for her time
as a cocksucker girl; she had agreed to stay on for a full year and to
be a complete sexual slave to us – which would include full access to
her cunt and ass, 24 hours a day, seven days a week; and she had agreed
to sign a waiver giving the firm complete control over her body.
This last item was of particular interest to the office manager. For a
long time he had been wanting to try out a new series of psycho-active
drugs and surgical procedures on the girls, but their contracts had
“no-damage” clauses in them which kept the firm from causing permanent
physical changes to our fleet of cocksucker girls.
In the months ahead this girl would receive injections of newly
developed experimental drugs, be fucked brutally and repeatedly
by our executives and their guests at all hours of the day and night,
and have her body surgically and permanently altered.
But for now, she was still in her chair, trembling at what she had
agreed to, but trembling even more with red-hot sexual desire. She
was ready to tear off her clothes and fuck every member of the firm
to within an inch of their lives.
And she would have too.
Except, just before we untied her, the office manager leaned forward
with a small syringe and gave her an injection just above her mons venus.
She gave a small whimper at the sting of the needle but, after all, we
now owned her body and she had no real say in the matter. When her
arms were freed she ripped off her panties and splayed her legs even farther
apart directly in front of the small crowd that had gathered before her.
She no longer cared who watched – she had no shame. There was so much
cunt-juice dripping from her pussy that her fingers made loud squishing
noises as she thrashed them back and forth over her swollen clit and
vaginal lips, and thrust them deep inside her cuntal canal.
We watched her gleefully, knowing what would happen next. Her frigging
became more and more frantic, and she opened her eyes in a panic and
stared at us with wide eyes that screamed “What have you done to me?!”
With animal-like grunts she rubbed and thrust and slapped at her cunt,
but to no avail. All feeling had by now faded from her entire genital
region. The nerve-blocker she had received had done its job. She
might as well have been using a staple-gun on her pussy lips. There
would be no feeling, either pleasure or pain, from her clit, her vagina,
her asshole or her outer or inner lips. The injection also blocked
sexual responses from her tits.
She was dead sexually. And yet, the desire for sexual release was still
there, and was just as strong. Only now there would be no way for her
to scratch her lustful itch. We laughed at the little horny slut before
us as she clawed desperately at her cuntal lips and clit. We eventually
had to re-tie her arms to the chair to keep her from damaging her
genitals with her frantic but futile rubbing. I suppose that I could
have told her that the nerve-blocker was only temporary, and that the
effects would wear off in a few days, but the look of total despair that
was on her face was just too arousing.
This little whore, who had been drinking our cum for the past three
months, and whose sexual urgency had been fanned to a white-hot flame,
now thought that she had been permanently sexually neutered, and that
she had signed her life away for a sexual release that would never come.
She looked at each of us with pleading pitiful eyes, but this only aroused
us all the more. We lined up and, one by one, all the men in the room
received one more cocksucking from our the bitch who we now owned.
Afterwards, the office manager re-started the VCR and we left our poor
little cocksucker girl, whimpering and alone with her thoughts until
the next morning.
Shortly after the feeling had returned to the cocksucker girl’s
cunt we began our in-depth experimentation on our newly acquired
sexual slave. Following in the tradition of keeping our girls horny,
she was given injections of drugs which caused her genitals to swell
up permanently. Her pussy lips, mons venus and clitoris expanded to
more than twice their usual excited state sizes, and the sensitivity
of her nerves also increased proportionately so that she was in a
constant state of sexual arousal. Merely walking down the hall would
cause her cunt lips to rub against her swollen clit, bringing her to
the brink of an orgasm. We enjoyed watching her just walk up and down
the hall, gasping and flushing in the throes of an orgasm every twenty
or so steps.
As a byproduct of her excited state, her cunt also began to produce a
steady, heavy flow of thick lubricating juices which constantly ran
dripping down her thighs. She was like one of those big dogs who drool
constantly. She had to wipe off her thighs every few minutes before her
juices oozed down to her shoes, and she would stain the fabric of any
seat she sat on. We could now smell her sexual arousal from a good
distance down the hall.
The change in her was astounding. Where once had been a haughty, proud
bitch who looked down on her male customers was now an eager, sluttish,
fuckbunny who could never get enough of our cocks. Rather than having
to flag her down in the hall or page her, she would seek us out, and
literally beg us to pound her goo-oozing pussy to give her at least
some temporary relief from her constant sexual need.
For the next stage of our campaign to transform the cocksucker girl
into a total sexual servant, the office manager supplemented the girl’s
weekly injections with a new series of drugs which caused her
body to increase the production of fat and muscle cells in her breasts,
and also to cause her body to use the fat cells in the rest of her
body as her primary source of nourishment. The net effect was
that her body became lean while her tits grew larger. After a week
or two we began to see how her already generously-sized breasts were
transforming into melon-sized mammaries. Her blouse had become tight
around her bust, while her waist had shrunk. The anorectic boniness
of her body contrasted erotically with the obscene size of her breasts.
A further series of injections caused her mammoth hooters to become
even more udder-like, and soon a white fluid began to ooze from her
nipples whenever they were rubbed or sucked. This was a new “feature”
that our office manager had planned for. He proudly boasted that we
would now save money because the cocksucker girl could now provide
dinner to the other Service Girls.
It was always an arousing experience to go to cafeteria at dinnertime
to watch as the girls took their turns suckling at her huge, oozing tits.
They would take turns, with pairs of cocksucker girls nursing at a time
until they had all been fed.
Needless to say we had a lot of fun with this girl over the following
year. She never quite got over what we had done to her, however, and
even though her cunt demanded that she get fucked almost constantly
she always felt anger and shame over her desires. Whenever I fucked
her I made it a point to remind her that if she had only been able to
control her lusts in the first place, that this never would have happened
to her. I always got a kick of seeing the silent tears running down
her face as she bounced herself up and down on my cock seeking the sexual
satisfaction that would never fully come – her oversize tits cupped in
my hands and oozing milk as they jiggled above her skin-and-bones torso.
One day the cocksucker girl didn’t show up for work and we hunted down
the office manager to find out where she was. He just grinned and told
us to be patient. A few days later she showed up, looking a little
shaky but largely the same. The office manager called us together and
showed us what he had done.
He had the girl stand before us and remove her blouse. We could see a
long, deep scar along the girl’s side, just below her ribcage. The
sutures had just been removed, and the area around the scar was red
and raw. The manager told us that she had just undergone a special
surgical technique, and that a small bio-electronic device had been
installed at the entrance to her stomach. This implant would allow her
to metabolize urea and ammonia.
She was now able to drink and digest piss without becoming sick. In
fact, she now actually derived nutritional benefit from the piss,
removing the need for the firm to feed her at all. The office
manager proudly told us that she was the first in a new line of
office staff: the Bathroom Girl.
Her body had become a biological factory, transforming the piss
and cum of our executives into the milk which oozed from her tits –
milk which we then fed to the other cocksucker girls. In fact,
the office manager boasted, if we set it up so that the Bathroom
Girl drank the piss of the Service Girls, we would have an almost
totally self-contained system. All we had to do was give them was
our cocks, and they would feed themselves.
The office manager gave us a personal demonstration of our little girl’s
new talent. Standing before her he told her to kneel and pull his cock
out of his trousers. Placing the head of his cock in the girl’s mouth,
he relaxed his groin muscles, letting a stream of urine flow onto
her tongue. The girl grimaced and gagged a little, spilling a small
amount of the fluid onto her chest, but she largely just swallowed and
swallowed. When he was done she licked him clean and put his cock
away. We all lined up to take our turn at the firm’s new mobile urinal.
One after another we pulled out our cocks and pissed down her throat.
She must have swallowed over a gallon of our hot, acrid urine. When
she stood up we could see her belly bulging out from her liquid feeding.
He proudly told us that over time the change would become permanent,
and that she would then not even be able to digest regular food. Her
life’s nourishment from now on was other people’s piss. I guess the
cocksucker girl had never heard this news before, and started to
whimper as tears began to fall from her eyes. We watched as
the girl put her blouse back on and returned to her duty station,
waiting for the next executive to call her into his or her office
to use her bathroom services.
During her final months with us our cocksucker girl had become a mockery
of her former self. Her formerly tanned, lush, well-proportioned and
voluptuous body had become a gaunt, bony, sickly-pale frame to which
a set of huge floppy tits had been attached. Her long, soft, sweet-smelling
hair had long since become a greasy, tangled mat which had been clipped
to crew-cut length to discourage lice.
It gave us all a sadistic thrill to see her hobble down the hall in
the five-inch heeled fuck-me shoes we had given her to wear, with her
pendulous boobs swaying back and forth, almost throwing her off-balance
with each step. Unfortunately her increasingly disheveled appearance
and her cunt-juice dripping thighs and milk-oozing breasts weren’t really
part of the corporate image that we wanted to display, and we began to
make plans to restrict her public appearances.
Besides, her breath and body odor had become really awful from all the
piss she was drinking. I think that digesting urine had changed her basic
body chemistry to the point where her sweat was actually toxic. Her body
sure smelled like the floor of a slaughterhouse to me.
The office manager soon had her restricted to a special room in the
sub-basement that had been constructed especially for her.
He had taken a small utility closet, around two feet wide by three feet
deep, and installed a toilet in it. The cocksucker girl was to be locked
in the room, her legs chained to the floor with an iron collar around her
neck that was attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. The chains
were arranged so that she could sit comfortably on the toilet, but not stand
up or do much of anything else. After she had been seated, we attached
two large suction cups to her tits. These were connected by hoses to a
milking machine in the next room, which gently but firmly sucked the milk
from her pendulous breasts. Another hose hung from a large holding tank
that hung from the ceiling, and led to the cocksucker girl’s open mouth.
This tank was actually a receiving tank for the building urinals.
Every time someone used one of the bathrooms in the building, the piss
was piped to this tank, which slowly and continuously drained the warm,
acrid fluid through the hose and down into the cocksucker girl’s mouth.
The outflow of the hose poured directly onto her tongue, so that she was
forced to taste every drop. She was free to close her mouth if she
wanted to, but that would mean that the piss would just drip pour onto
her chin and neck, and then drip down over her chest and tits – making
her body even more sweaty, clammy, sticky and smelly than before. And
besides, the piss was her only supply of food, so sooner or later she
would have to start drinking.
The milk that she produced was served to the other cocksucker girls in
baby bottles. Once a day the toilet would automatically flush so that
the girl would require no maintenance at all.
After all the hookups had been made to the girl’s tormented body, we
turned off the lights and locked her in. For the rest of the year
she sat in darkness, unable to move, with a steady stream of piss
pouring down her throat, and with the gentle suction of the milking
machine stimulating her tits and juicing up her cunt.
If we were going to be nice at all we would have at least let the poor
girl masturbate. But someone noticed that the milk that was produced
had a higher nutritional content when the cocksucker girl’s libido was
left unsatisfied, and so we chained her wrists to the wall above her
head, leaving her unable to even touch any part of her body.
To frustrate her even further, the office manager had a small video
monitor installed in her cell. This was a 12-inch color tube which
hung just before her at eye level. We piped into her little television
the video feed from the jill-off room surveillance cameras so that
the Service Girl could watch as all her cocksucking friends frigged
and rubbed at their sloppy, dripping cunts – making her even hornier
Every so often we would visit her in her little two-foot wide, pitch
black prison, and have her suck us off and drink our piss directly.
Some guys liked to have her stand up, turn around and bend over so
that her face was pushed into the toilet, the top of her head pressed
against the bottom of the bowl. In order to keep herself from drowning,
she would have to drink directly from the bowl until the water level was
below her mouth, and she could breathe. They would then fuck her cunt
or asshole while her head bounced up and down in the bowl, her face
being repeatedly dunked into the bowl of her own piss and chunks of shit.
During her final month someone made the suggestion that we pipe the
girl’s own urine back up to her feeding hoses, making her totally
self-sufficient. But when we tried to pump her piss up to the tank
it dissolved the plastic tubing that we were using. It seemed that
her sweat wasn’t the only thing in her body that had been changed by
her new diet. Her piss was not only toxic, it would burn a hole in
your hand if it splashed on you.
These changes made us realize that the cocksucker girl had become a
biohazard, and that we could no longer use her for sexual services. No
one wanted to risk finding out what her saliva or cuntal secretions
would do to their cocks. We had to stop feeding her milk to the other
girls as well for fear that it would damage their internal organs.
One of the janitors found that it was great for unplugging clogged
drainpipes and toilets.
On the last day of her contract we opened her cell door and unhooked
and unchained her from all the hoses, ropes and chains. Blinking her
eyes from the bright light of the hallway, she staggered out of the
closet and stood shakily before us. She stinked to high heaven and
was a pale and thin as a corpse – except for her plump, overstuffed
tits of course. A thick white cream oozed from her nipples and dripped
down her belly to the floor. When each drop hit the floor there was
a brief sizzling sound and a puff of smoke. We would later see that
linoleum had been eaten clean through – kind of like that scene from
‘Alien’ where the creature’s blood dissolves the floor of the spaceship.
One of the matrons, wearing a pair of heavy-duty plastic gloves, led
her to the bathroom and hosed her down. We gave her back the set of
clothing that she wore when she arrived, so many months ago. Her old
bra was now useless, and her blouse and jacket could barely cover her
gigantic bust line. She had become so skinny around the waist that
her original skirt was too loose to wear and she had hold it up by hand.
We led her to the rear service entrance of the firm, walked her out to
the back alley, gave her a token for busfare (her only payment for her
year of service to the firm) and locked the door behind her. We could
hear her pitiable sobbing as we walked back down the corridor to our
I’m not sure what happened to her after she left us. With a perpetually
dripping cunt, melon-sized milk-oozing tits, a thirst for piss and cum, an
unstoppable libido and biohazardous bodily secretions, there’s not too
much work she was qualified for. Maybe she found work at some mexican
whorehouse freakshow, drinking piss while masturbating for the amusement
of johns. Maybe she just killed herself. I guess her original plans to go
to law school with the money she made being a cocksucker girl had to be
You know, I never even found out what her name was.