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This story is a sequel to "I didn't want to, but I betrayed him and it was great" and also contains a brief hint of another one of my stories, a cross over that I will develop later. My characters are asking me to give them a voice and they are also quite insistent. Here is a new chapter in the erotic adventures of Dr. Laura Morelli.
As always, I invite you to comment on many of them.
"Have you been assigned Micheli?" asked Milena, with a grimace, while they were waiting for their turn near the stamp, waiting to swipe the badge and start the day. "Crazy Horse?"
"Danilo Micheli" confirmed Laura, with a pinch of discomfort. "Why do you call him Crazy Horse?"
"Who gave it to you?"
"Fusco."
"From above, then. There are two possibilities, and neither is particularly good. Either he picked you out of our escort catalog, or this is your Kobayashi Maru."
"Speak in an understandable manner, please. If that's one of your TV series quotes, I'm warning you I didn't get it. And what the hell is an escort catalogue?"
"themaru is television history, baby girl: Star trek original series. It's a test you can't pass, you can only decide how to lose, and the escort catalog is the staff page on our website. Did you see the pictures they put up? We look like the girls in the window of Amsterdam's red light district."
"So?"
"So, if Micheli chose you, it means he saw you on the site and wants to fuck you, if you've been passed over, it means they're testing you to see how you handle a tricky situation. Either way, if I were you, I'd get a lot of Vaseline."
"Are you trying to scare me?"
"No, I'm preparing you for the inevitable. "If you want a career, you're gonna have to compromise or you're gonna end up like the one before you. Micheli will try, trust me, and he'll succeed in the end, and he's got such an A-side that you'll be walking with wide legs for two weeks afterwards."
"Even?"
"They call him Horse because he's got him like a light pole and Crazy because if he doesn't get what he wants, he's a beast. And because he moves industrial amounts of money, he always gets what he wants, with the consent of our enlightened management. He has made half of our colleagues, that is, all those who interested him, and I stress all of them, except Castoldi, which now happens to be infognata in Culonia with zero chance of career. So if you want to stay here, be prepared to let him stick that monster in all your holes."
"I am and will remain in the half that didn't get laid," said Laura, who never gave much credence to office chatter. "Just out of curiosity, did he fuck you too?"
"Fortunately, he wasn't interested in me. He likes them tall and dark. Ask your secretary, if you don't believe me. By the way, how are you getting along with her?"
"Sonia is smart and above all very careful."
"And also particularly helpful, I'm told," Milena insinuated in an amused tone.
Laura was about to give her a sharp answer, but the sound of a message Whatsapp interrupted her before she could. It was her friend Clelia, whom she had met a few years before she moved to Castell Estate.
"Hi, Laura, sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to someone. It's a mess," she read.
"Excuse me," she said to her colleague. "I'll answer my friend for a minute."
"It's no bother at all. What's going on?" he wrote quickly.
The answer came after a few seconds.
"Marco has left home."
" Why?"
"It's a lot to explain. When do you have a moment to have coffee together?"
Laura checked her schedule and found an hour free.
"Thursday after Pilates. Meet me at the gym bar at 6:30, if that's okay."
"That's great, thank you. Everything okay at your place?"
Laura doubted for a moment whether or not to write the truth, then she limited herself to a laconic "All right, thanks."
After a few seconds, however, he added: "See you Thursday. Try to stay up. Everything will be all right. A hug."
He waited a few more seconds, in case Clelia decided to answer, but no further messages arrived.
"Problems?" Milena inquired.
"A friend needs a shoulder to cry on. Husband left home."
"Men are all assholes," she told her colleague. "Come on, I have a mountain of papers to dispose of. And don't forget the Vaseline."
Laura showed her the middle finger, dimming it with a smile.
Sonia greeted her with a radiant smile. "Good morning, Doctor."
It had been two weeks since the underwear episode, during which their relationship had been marked by complete professional correctness. Andrea had come back a couple of times, but she had only given him a kiss, even though it hadn't been easy to resist him and she found herself once again with wet panties.
"Shall I get you some coffee?" the girl asked.
"Yes, thank you. I'll need it because I've been given a new client and he seems to be quite important."
"He'll be right out. Who is it?"
"Danilo Micheli."
Sonia made a grimace, not unlike Milena's just before.
"What's up?" she blurted. "Why do you all make the same face when you hear that name?"
"I'm sorry, Doctor, I didn't mean to irritate you."
"First Milena, then you. Is this guy so terrible?"
"He's not a nice person," Sonia simply answered. "I'll make you some coffee."
She returned a few minutes later with the tray on which, in addition to the usual things, there was a red rose that morning.
"And this one?" Laura asked, surprised.
"If it bothers her, I'll take it off right away."
The girl, for a moment, seemed frightened.
"No, not at all, it's just that... But is it for me?"
"It's a way to let her know how much I care about her," confirmed Sonia. Laura, for professional reasons, had developed the ability to evaluate people within seconds, and realized with some surprise that Sonia's concern seemed to be related to her reaction to that initiative.
She tried not to blush, succeeding only partially. "Thank you, she's very beautiful," he thanked her, with a smile that immediately brought the calm back on the girl's face. "We should put her in a vase."
"I'll take care of it, you drink up."
The coffee was very good, as always, but Laura wasn't in the mood for it. Though she wouldn't admit it willingly, Milena's speeches and Sonia's reaction worried her a lot. She was investing a lot in her work and was afraid of losing everything if something went wrong.
As soon as Sonia returned, she asked her to get all the files relating to Micheli, so that she was ready for the meeting. The file turned out to be quite voluminous and she only managed to leaf through it superficially before the appointment. When she let Micheli into her office she realized that she was very tense and this made her furious with herself.
Micheli was a 60-year-old man in bad shape, with a prominent abdomen that tended almost to the breaking point of the tailor's jacket she was clumsily wearing.
Even though she had tried to resist, her gaze fell on the flap of her trousers, which seemed quite normal, just a little more swollen than average, at least at first glance.
"The usual gossip," she thought, relieved.
"Good morning, Dr. Micheli. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Laura Morelli."
"Nice to meet you, but call me Danilo and call me "you. I'm not a doctor, I'm just in the eighth grade. I had to get my hands dirty to get where I am."
"Can I buy you a coffee?" Laura proposed on a first-name basis. "You can choose between different kinds of waffles."
Micheli gave her a smile that reminded Laura of a shark, although the man's hardened smoker's teeth weren't impeccable.
"I like it black, strong and strong, like my women."
Laura's professional smile lost only a fraction of its intensity, though maintaining it cost her considerable effort.
"I'll have you do it right away," she said, warning Sonia on the intercom. "While we wait, you can tell me what kind of investments you'd be interested in."
Micheli smiled again. Laura noticed that with her right hand she was rubbing her trouser leg gently. A kind of tic, she concluded, although he didn't seem nervous.
"Actually, today I wanted to meet you more than anything else. If I'm going to trust you with my money, I'd like to know what you're like first."
"Well, I have a lot of important contracts, I have Luigi Davoli in my client portfolio, just to name one, and I also manage the investments of some big pharmaceutical companies like Biochem and Genetech. If you want on our website you can read my complete curriculum vitae, even if I imagine you have already done so".
"Well, those are just words. I wanted to see what you look like in the flesh. So far I've only seen you on one screen."
"The company makes us periodically take pictures to put on the site," explained Laura who, thinking back to Milena's words on the escort album, began to feel uncomfortable. "We have them taken by a photographer who specializes in portraits."
The shots lasted whole days because those photos were a business card more important than a thousand words.
"I've seen them, even more than once, but I must say you're much more fascinating in person. Are you married?"
"Yes," he muttered, swallowing saliva. She didn't like that conversation, and she especially didn't like him.
"But I'm not jealous," she said with a laugh. "I'm joking, of course," she added immediately afterwards, giving her a penetrating look that implied exactly the opposite.
Laura somehow managed to put together a tense smile that stopped an inch under her eyes.
"Your other colleagues were married, too, you know? But the smart ones knew right away what the right priorities were. The others, well, you probably haven't met them. Anyway, don't worry, we won't tell your husband anything."
He couldn't think, couldn't work out a sensible answer. She felt exposed and violated as if the creep were raping her. That look gave her the feeling of millions of insect legs walking on her skin. She shuddered without being able to control herself.
He moved the armchair back, sliding it on the wheels that Sonia regularly lubricated every two weeks, and at the same time lifted the hand she had kept resting on her leg.
Laura, unwittingly, found herself open-mouthed with surprise. A sort of enormous snake was stretching the fabric of the right leg of her trousers, up to the middle of her thigh, a monster that had come all the way there with the intention of getting into her panties and all the orifices they concealed.
She was instantly assailed by a strong sense of nausea.
That man was really the swine Milena and Sonia had warned her about and she had been stupid to underestimate it, even though she couldn't do anything about it anyway. If that guy really wanted to fuck her, he could only take Milena's advice and get a lot of Vaseline.
With great difficulty she brought back the look on Micheli's face, which looked very smug.
"Do you know where you can put that thing?" he thought with disgust. Just the idea of taking that monstrous stick of meat inside gave her vomit. She'd rather be penetrated by a horse than that slimy thing.
Sonia arrived with the tray in her hand, her expression tense, as if she had assimilated Laura's black mood. The coffee break would have ended too soon and nothing could have prevented her from following, except what happened just as she was making this bitter observation.
Sonia, usually very precise and impeccable, slipped a moment before placing the tray on the desk, making the cup fly straight at Micheli. The hot coffee spread over the tailoring pants while the girl emitted a horrible scream. She immediately threw herself on her knees between the client's legs and, pulling a wet towel out of who knows where, began to rub the stain, under which her monstrous tool pulsed.
At first Micheli seemed intent on unleashing hell, but Sonia's caress, because it had become so after just a few seconds, made him change his mind. The little hand of the girl ran up and down along the swollen stick and the pig seemed to like it, also because he had Laura as a spectator for his performance.
"Go on, baby," he said. "Clean it up for me. Rub it all over."
"Yes, sir."
"Pull my pants down, or they'll soon get dirty," he ordered, addressing Laura with a smile encrusted with caries and tartar.
"Right away, sir," replied the girl.
With a few quick gestures Sonia pulled down her pants, discovering a penis of equine size that no pair of pants could ever contain, a problem that Micheli had solved by avoiding wearing them. Then she took off her shirt, skirt and bra, so as not to get them dirty when Micheli was about to come upon her. Sonia began to masturbate him with two hands holding the glans a few inches from his face, while Laura watched the scene unable to intervene or avert her eyes.
She had never seen such a monstrosity, except once on a farm, years before, when a stallion had mounted a mare. It was as thick as a tree branch and probably thirty centimeters long, covered with swollen veins that formed an intricate lattice along the entire rod. The glans was immense, and the thought that some of her colleagues might have been sodomized by that huge cock tightened her throat in a panic attack. More than two weeks: if Micheli had stuck it behind Laura, she would have walked with open legs for the rest of her life.
The movement of Sonia's hands, as well as Micheli's breath, became faster. The girl was humiliating herself in her place, allowing that pig to enjoy her caresses instead of Laura's vagina, mouth or anus, at least for the moment.
"Come on" mooed Micheli. "Dai che vengooooooohhhh..."
Sonia's face was hit by a series of abundant jets of semen that covered it almost completely, then poured over her breast and belly.
"Ahhh, what a cumshot..." gasped the pig. "You liked taking it in the face, huh?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you for giving it to me."
"Now clean me with your tongue."
"Yes, sir.
Sonia took the still semi-rigid penis in her mouth and licked it carefully to remove all the sperm, until it was clean and shiny with saliva.
"Can I go and wash now, sir?"
"Go, while I talk to your mistress."
Sonia wiped her face and body as best she could with a few handkerchiefs moistened for intimate hygiene, then got dressed quickly and left the office. Micheli meanwhile had pulled up his trousers with a satisfied sigh.
"Your secretary is very good, I might think of taking her away from you. That's all for today, except for the coffee stain on the pants, but next time I'd like you to join in."
Laura blushed with rage but said nothing.
"See you later. Nice to meet you. See you soon."
As soon as Micheli was out, Laura let her tears run free. That's how Sonia found her a few minutes later.
"I'm very sorry about what happened, Doctor," the girl said. "I was unforgivable. I'll ask for another secretary today."
"But what are you saying?"
"I wasn't good enough, I don't deserve to serve you."
"Today you have saved me a profound humiliation."
"Tomorrow morning you will have a more worthy secretary. I'm sorry I have disappointed you.
"Why do you say that? You did not disappoint me at all.
"Yes, I have."
"Stop it. You're not going anywhere."
"If she's really determined to keep me, I think she should punish me."
"Punish you? What are you talking about?"
"I think you should take a severe measure against me, Doctor."
"No way."
"Then I'm afraid I can't continue to be your secretary. Do I have permission to go to the personnel office?"
"No. All right, as you wish. Should I give you a written warning?"
"I was thinking of something more personal that could really give me the discipline I lack."
"Like what?"
"Do you trust me, Doctor?"
"Yes, I do."
"To the point where I choose the kind of punishment I deserve?"
"If that's what you want, fine. But do you understand it's surreal? You're begging me to punish you."
"This is very important to me. Then, do I have your trust?"
"Yes. But now you tell me what it is."
"I'll do it in due time, but you must promise me, no, you must swear, that you'll do what I ask."
"Now you expect too much."
"In that case, I don't think I can stay out of your employ. Goodbye, Doctor. It's been a pleasure working for you.
"Okay, all right, if you put it that way, I promise, I swear."
"Thank you, Doctor," replied the girl, very serious but with a shadow of a smile on her lips.
"Can we get back to work now?"
"I'll get you some herbal tea right away. It will calm your nerves. It's been a bad experience for her."
She had taken a huge amount of the old pig's sperm in her face that she'd been forced to masturbate and was worried about Laura. It was getting more and more absurd.
All day long Sonia kept bringing her tea and coffee, until Laura felt the urgent need to go to the bathroom.
She warned Sonia that she was going to the toilet for a moment but, to her surprise, the girl got up to go with her.
"I just have to pee," she objected. "I'll be right back."
"It's time for punishment," Sonia clarified.
"What the hell are you up to?
"You swore, remember?"
"Okay, but I don't like this story at all."
However, as she said it, she realized it wasn't so. She felt excited and she was getting wet.
"What the hell's the matter with me?" she asked herself, not for the first time in two weeks.
Sonia followed her into the bathroom and went into the stall with her, as spacious and luxurious as it was in Castell's style.
"Now what?" she asked, once they were inside.
"Now you should pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and sit down."
Laura obeyed, now certain that Sonia was manipulating her to get what she wanted. But even knowing it, she couldn't be bothered. On the contrary.
"Can I do it?" she asked, feeling ridiculous.
"Not yet. Can I ask her to spread her legs wide?"
"Like this?"
"More. Yes, like that. Doctor, your flower is wonderful."
Laura began to feel soaked, and it got worse when Sonia undressed and kneeled between her open thighs, bringing her mouth within inches of her obscenely offered vagina.
She could no longer hold her pee.
"Sonia, I have to pee. I can't take it anymore."
She looked up at her from bottom to top, with a gesture like a faithful little dog, then nodded and opened her mouth wide.
"Punish me, Doctor, punish me now. Let me swallow it all."
Laura couldn't hold back any longer, and at that point she didn't even want to. She was so excited and ready to teach Sonia the lesson she needed.
She let the urine flow into a glorious jet that filled the mouth of her secretary, a stream that, fed by the countless teas she had drunk, seemed never to end and that the girl swallowed like spring water.
It took almost a whole minute for the jet to slowly drip down, and Sonia did not miss a drop.
"Dry it with your tongue," she ordered, when she had finished pissing.
"Yes, mistress," she replied, giving her a warm shiver between her wide open thighs.
Andrea had done well, but she was in a different category. He seemed to know exactly where and how to lick her to drive her crazy, as if he read her body and mind, and gave her the most amazing orgasm of her existence, a new and incredible peak of pleasure.
When she recovered, she saw Sonia with a smile printed on her face wet with urine and vaginal secretions, still kneeling between her thighs.
Amazing herself once more, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue in her mouth, capturing the salty taste of her vagina, mixed with the more acrid taste of urine and the strawberry sweetness of the girl's breath.
He let the kiss continue, pushed by a deep motion of affection for that sweet and sensual creature with whom he had shared that delicate moment of intimacy.
Immediately afterwards, however, the awareness of having taken an extremely dangerous path that led straight to the premature end of her marriage fell on her. But, in spite of everything, she was not at all sure that she would be able to stop in time.
As always, I invite you to comment on many of them.
"Have you been assigned Micheli?" asked Milena, with a grimace, while they were waiting for their turn near the stamp, waiting to swipe the badge and start the day. "Crazy Horse?"
"Danilo Micheli" confirmed Laura, with a pinch of discomfort. "Why do you call him Crazy Horse?"
"Who gave it to you?"
"Fusco."
"From above, then. There are two possibilities, and neither is particularly good. Either he picked you out of our escort catalog, or this is your Kobayashi Maru."
"Speak in an understandable manner, please. If that's one of your TV series quotes, I'm warning you I didn't get it. And what the hell is an escort catalogue?"
"themaru is television history, baby girl: Star trek original series. It's a test you can't pass, you can only decide how to lose, and the escort catalog is the staff page on our website. Did you see the pictures they put up? We look like the girls in the window of Amsterdam's red light district."
"So?"
"So, if Micheli chose you, it means he saw you on the site and wants to fuck you, if you've been passed over, it means they're testing you to see how you handle a tricky situation. Either way, if I were you, I'd get a lot of Vaseline."
"Are you trying to scare me?"
"No, I'm preparing you for the inevitable. "If you want a career, you're gonna have to compromise or you're gonna end up like the one before you. Micheli will try, trust me, and he'll succeed in the end, and he's got such an A-side that you'll be walking with wide legs for two weeks afterwards."
"Even?"
"They call him Horse because he's got him like a light pole and Crazy because if he doesn't get what he wants, he's a beast. And because he moves industrial amounts of money, he always gets what he wants, with the consent of our enlightened management. He has made half of our colleagues, that is, all those who interested him, and I stress all of them, except Castoldi, which now happens to be infognata in Culonia with zero chance of career. So if you want to stay here, be prepared to let him stick that monster in all your holes."
"I am and will remain in the half that didn't get laid," said Laura, who never gave much credence to office chatter. "Just out of curiosity, did he fuck you too?"
"Fortunately, he wasn't interested in me. He likes them tall and dark. Ask your secretary, if you don't believe me. By the way, how are you getting along with her?"
"Sonia is smart and above all very careful."
"And also particularly helpful, I'm told," Milena insinuated in an amused tone.
Laura was about to give her a sharp answer, but the sound of a message Whatsapp interrupted her before she could. It was her friend Clelia, whom she had met a few years before she moved to Castell Estate.
"Hi, Laura, sorry to bother you, but I need to talk to someone. It's a mess," she read.
"Excuse me," she said to her colleague. "I'll answer my friend for a minute."
"It's no bother at all. What's going on?" he wrote quickly.
The answer came after a few seconds.
"Marco has left home."
" Why?"
"It's a lot to explain. When do you have a moment to have coffee together?"
Laura checked her schedule and found an hour free.
"Thursday after Pilates. Meet me at the gym bar at 6:30, if that's okay."
"That's great, thank you. Everything okay at your place?"
Laura doubted for a moment whether or not to write the truth, then she limited herself to a laconic "All right, thanks."
After a few seconds, however, he added: "See you Thursday. Try to stay up. Everything will be all right. A hug."
He waited a few more seconds, in case Clelia decided to answer, but no further messages arrived.
"Problems?" Milena inquired.
"A friend needs a shoulder to cry on. Husband left home."
"Men are all assholes," she told her colleague. "Come on, I have a mountain of papers to dispose of. And don't forget the Vaseline."
Laura showed her the middle finger, dimming it with a smile.
Sonia greeted her with a radiant smile. "Good morning, Doctor."
It had been two weeks since the underwear episode, during which their relationship had been marked by complete professional correctness. Andrea had come back a couple of times, but she had only given him a kiss, even though it hadn't been easy to resist him and she found herself once again with wet panties.
"Shall I get you some coffee?" the girl asked.
"Yes, thank you. I'll need it because I've been given a new client and he seems to be quite important."
"He'll be right out. Who is it?"
"Danilo Micheli."
Sonia made a grimace, not unlike Milena's just before.
"What's up?" she blurted. "Why do you all make the same face when you hear that name?"
"I'm sorry, Doctor, I didn't mean to irritate you."
"First Milena, then you. Is this guy so terrible?"
"He's not a nice person," Sonia simply answered. "I'll make you some coffee."
She returned a few minutes later with the tray on which, in addition to the usual things, there was a red rose that morning.
"And this one?" Laura asked, surprised.
"If it bothers her, I'll take it off right away."
The girl, for a moment, seemed frightened.
"No, not at all, it's just that... But is it for me?"
"It's a way to let her know how much I care about her," confirmed Sonia. Laura, for professional reasons, had developed the ability to evaluate people within seconds, and realized with some surprise that Sonia's concern seemed to be related to her reaction to that initiative.
She tried not to blush, succeeding only partially. "Thank you, she's very beautiful," he thanked her, with a smile that immediately brought the calm back on the girl's face. "We should put her in a vase."
"I'll take care of it, you drink up."
The coffee was very good, as always, but Laura wasn't in the mood for it. Though she wouldn't admit it willingly, Milena's speeches and Sonia's reaction worried her a lot. She was investing a lot in her work and was afraid of losing everything if something went wrong.
As soon as Sonia returned, she asked her to get all the files relating to Micheli, so that she was ready for the meeting. The file turned out to be quite voluminous and she only managed to leaf through it superficially before the appointment. When she let Micheli into her office she realized that she was very tense and this made her furious with herself.
Micheli was a 60-year-old man in bad shape, with a prominent abdomen that tended almost to the breaking point of the tailor's jacket she was clumsily wearing.
Even though she had tried to resist, her gaze fell on the flap of her trousers, which seemed quite normal, just a little more swollen than average, at least at first glance.
"The usual gossip," she thought, relieved.
"Good morning, Dr. Micheli. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Laura Morelli."
"Nice to meet you, but call me Danilo and call me "you. I'm not a doctor, I'm just in the eighth grade. I had to get my hands dirty to get where I am."
"Can I buy you a coffee?" Laura proposed on a first-name basis. "You can choose between different kinds of waffles."
Micheli gave her a smile that reminded Laura of a shark, although the man's hardened smoker's teeth weren't impeccable.
"I like it black, strong and strong, like my women."
Laura's professional smile lost only a fraction of its intensity, though maintaining it cost her considerable effort.
"I'll have you do it right away," she said, warning Sonia on the intercom. "While we wait, you can tell me what kind of investments you'd be interested in."
Micheli smiled again. Laura noticed that with her right hand she was rubbing her trouser leg gently. A kind of tic, she concluded, although he didn't seem nervous.
"Actually, today I wanted to meet you more than anything else. If I'm going to trust you with my money, I'd like to know what you're like first."
"Well, I have a lot of important contracts, I have Luigi Davoli in my client portfolio, just to name one, and I also manage the investments of some big pharmaceutical companies like Biochem and Genetech. If you want on our website you can read my complete curriculum vitae, even if I imagine you have already done so".
"Well, those are just words. I wanted to see what you look like in the flesh. So far I've only seen you on one screen."
"The company makes us periodically take pictures to put on the site," explained Laura who, thinking back to Milena's words on the escort album, began to feel uncomfortable. "We have them taken by a photographer who specializes in portraits."
The shots lasted whole days because those photos were a business card more important than a thousand words.
"I've seen them, even more than once, but I must say you're much more fascinating in person. Are you married?"
"Yes," he muttered, swallowing saliva. She didn't like that conversation, and she especially didn't like him.
"But I'm not jealous," she said with a laugh. "I'm joking, of course," she added immediately afterwards, giving her a penetrating look that implied exactly the opposite.
Laura somehow managed to put together a tense smile that stopped an inch under her eyes.
"Your other colleagues were married, too, you know? But the smart ones knew right away what the right priorities were. The others, well, you probably haven't met them. Anyway, don't worry, we won't tell your husband anything."
He couldn't think, couldn't work out a sensible answer. She felt exposed and violated as if the creep were raping her. That look gave her the feeling of millions of insect legs walking on her skin. She shuddered without being able to control herself.
He moved the armchair back, sliding it on the wheels that Sonia regularly lubricated every two weeks, and at the same time lifted the hand she had kept resting on her leg.
Laura, unwittingly, found herself open-mouthed with surprise. A sort of enormous snake was stretching the fabric of the right leg of her trousers, up to the middle of her thigh, a monster that had come all the way there with the intention of getting into her panties and all the orifices they concealed.
She was instantly assailed by a strong sense of nausea.
That man was really the swine Milena and Sonia had warned her about and she had been stupid to underestimate it, even though she couldn't do anything about it anyway. If that guy really wanted to fuck her, he could only take Milena's advice and get a lot of Vaseline.
With great difficulty she brought back the look on Micheli's face, which looked very smug.
"Do you know where you can put that thing?" he thought with disgust. Just the idea of taking that monstrous stick of meat inside gave her vomit. She'd rather be penetrated by a horse than that slimy thing.
Sonia arrived with the tray in her hand, her expression tense, as if she had assimilated Laura's black mood. The coffee break would have ended too soon and nothing could have prevented her from following, except what happened just as she was making this bitter observation.
Sonia, usually very precise and impeccable, slipped a moment before placing the tray on the desk, making the cup fly straight at Micheli. The hot coffee spread over the tailoring pants while the girl emitted a horrible scream. She immediately threw herself on her knees between the client's legs and, pulling a wet towel out of who knows where, began to rub the stain, under which her monstrous tool pulsed.
At first Micheli seemed intent on unleashing hell, but Sonia's caress, because it had become so after just a few seconds, made him change his mind. The little hand of the girl ran up and down along the swollen stick and the pig seemed to like it, also because he had Laura as a spectator for his performance.
"Go on, baby," he said. "Clean it up for me. Rub it all over."
"Yes, sir."
"Pull my pants down, or they'll soon get dirty," he ordered, addressing Laura with a smile encrusted with caries and tartar.
"Right away, sir," replied the girl.
With a few quick gestures Sonia pulled down her pants, discovering a penis of equine size that no pair of pants could ever contain, a problem that Micheli had solved by avoiding wearing them. Then she took off her shirt, skirt and bra, so as not to get them dirty when Micheli was about to come upon her. Sonia began to masturbate him with two hands holding the glans a few inches from his face, while Laura watched the scene unable to intervene or avert her eyes.
She had never seen such a monstrosity, except once on a farm, years before, when a stallion had mounted a mare. It was as thick as a tree branch and probably thirty centimeters long, covered with swollen veins that formed an intricate lattice along the entire rod. The glans was immense, and the thought that some of her colleagues might have been sodomized by that huge cock tightened her throat in a panic attack. More than two weeks: if Micheli had stuck it behind Laura, she would have walked with open legs for the rest of her life.
The movement of Sonia's hands, as well as Micheli's breath, became faster. The girl was humiliating herself in her place, allowing that pig to enjoy her caresses instead of Laura's vagina, mouth or anus, at least for the moment.
"Come on" mooed Micheli. "Dai che vengooooooohhhh..."
Sonia's face was hit by a series of abundant jets of semen that covered it almost completely, then poured over her breast and belly.
"Ahhh, what a cumshot..." gasped the pig. "You liked taking it in the face, huh?"
"Yes, sir. Thank you for giving it to me."
"Now clean me with your tongue."
"Yes, sir.
Sonia took the still semi-rigid penis in her mouth and licked it carefully to remove all the sperm, until it was clean and shiny with saliva.
"Can I go and wash now, sir?"
"Go, while I talk to your mistress."
Sonia wiped her face and body as best she could with a few handkerchiefs moistened for intimate hygiene, then got dressed quickly and left the office. Micheli meanwhile had pulled up his trousers with a satisfied sigh.
"Your secretary is very good, I might think of taking her away from you. That's all for today, except for the coffee stain on the pants, but next time I'd like you to join in."
Laura blushed with rage but said nothing.
"See you later. Nice to meet you. See you soon."
As soon as Micheli was out, Laura let her tears run free. That's how Sonia found her a few minutes later.
"I'm very sorry about what happened, Doctor," the girl said. "I was unforgivable. I'll ask for another secretary today."
"But what are you saying?"
"I wasn't good enough, I don't deserve to serve you."
"Today you have saved me a profound humiliation."
"Tomorrow morning you will have a more worthy secretary. I'm sorry I have disappointed you.
"Why do you say that? You did not disappoint me at all.
"Yes, I have."
"Stop it. You're not going anywhere."
"If she's really determined to keep me, I think she should punish me."
"Punish you? What are you talking about?"
"I think you should take a severe measure against me, Doctor."
"No way."
"Then I'm afraid I can't continue to be your secretary. Do I have permission to go to the personnel office?"
"No. All right, as you wish. Should I give you a written warning?"
"I was thinking of something more personal that could really give me the discipline I lack."
"Like what?"
"Do you trust me, Doctor?"
"Yes, I do."
"To the point where I choose the kind of punishment I deserve?"
"If that's what you want, fine. But do you understand it's surreal? You're begging me to punish you."
"This is very important to me. Then, do I have your trust?"
"Yes. But now you tell me what it is."
"I'll do it in due time, but you must promise me, no, you must swear, that you'll do what I ask."
"Now you expect too much."
"In that case, I don't think I can stay out of your employ. Goodbye, Doctor. It's been a pleasure working for you.
"Okay, all right, if you put it that way, I promise, I swear."
"Thank you, Doctor," replied the girl, very serious but with a shadow of a smile on her lips.
"Can we get back to work now?"
"I'll get you some herbal tea right away. It will calm your nerves. It's been a bad experience for her."
She had taken a huge amount of the old pig's sperm in her face that she'd been forced to masturbate and was worried about Laura. It was getting more and more absurd.
All day long Sonia kept bringing her tea and coffee, until Laura felt the urgent need to go to the bathroom.
She warned Sonia that she was going to the toilet for a moment but, to her surprise, the girl got up to go with her.
"I just have to pee," she objected. "I'll be right back."
"It's time for punishment," Sonia clarified.
"What the hell are you up to?
"You swore, remember?"
"Okay, but I don't like this story at all."
However, as she said it, she realized it wasn't so. She felt excited and she was getting wet.
"What the hell's the matter with me?" she asked herself, not for the first time in two weeks.
Sonia followed her into the bathroom and went into the stall with her, as spacious and luxurious as it was in Castell's style.
"Now what?" she asked, once they were inside.
"Now you should pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and sit down."
Laura obeyed, now certain that Sonia was manipulating her to get what she wanted. But even knowing it, she couldn't be bothered. On the contrary.
"Can I do it?" she asked, feeling ridiculous.
"Not yet. Can I ask her to spread her legs wide?"
"Like this?"
"More. Yes, like that. Doctor, your flower is wonderful."
Laura began to feel soaked, and it got worse when Sonia undressed and kneeled between her open thighs, bringing her mouth within inches of her obscenely offered vagina.
She could no longer hold her pee.
"Sonia, I have to pee. I can't take it anymore."
She looked up at her from bottom to top, with a gesture like a faithful little dog, then nodded and opened her mouth wide.
"Punish me, Doctor, punish me now. Let me swallow it all."
Laura couldn't hold back any longer, and at that point she didn't even want to. She was so excited and ready to teach Sonia the lesson she needed.
She let the urine flow into a glorious jet that filled the mouth of her secretary, a stream that, fed by the countless teas she had drunk, seemed never to end and that the girl swallowed like spring water.
It took almost a whole minute for the jet to slowly drip down, and Sonia did not miss a drop.
"Dry it with your tongue," she ordered, when she had finished pissing.
"Yes, mistress," she replied, giving her a warm shiver between her wide open thighs.
Andrea had done well, but she was in a different category. He seemed to know exactly where and how to lick her to drive her crazy, as if he read her body and mind, and gave her the most amazing orgasm of her existence, a new and incredible peak of pleasure.
When she recovered, she saw Sonia with a smile printed on her face wet with urine and vaginal secretions, still kneeling between her thighs.
Amazing herself once more, she leaned forward and stuck her tongue in her mouth, capturing the salty taste of her vagina, mixed with the more acrid taste of urine and the strawberry sweetness of the girl's breath.
He let the kiss continue, pushed by a deep motion of affection for that sweet and sensual creature with whom he had shared that delicate moment of intimacy.
Immediately afterwards, however, the awareness of having taken an extremely dangerous path that led straight to the premature end of her marriage fell on her. But, in spite of everything, she was not at all sure that she would be able to stop in time.
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