Beneath His Desk: An Anthology

Beneath His Desk: An Anthology

This book is filled with girls being brainwashed and used by powerful men. It offers the previously published works All Dolled Up: Transformation, Brainwashed Company Slaves: The Bet, and Wage Slave Bukkake.

[Warning: a girl pleasures a whole corporate board room, a slave is bet on in a board game by billionaires, and one is even turned into a robot love doll and sold.]

Excerpt:
â€œTell your prospective buyer how you feel about getting an entirely new personality put in your helpless brain, so you can be his toy.â€
I knew permission when I heard it. I relaxed and moaned, â€œGood, sir. So good.â€
â€œShow him.â€ My handler let go of me abruptly, putting me off balance.
I rolled with it, dropping smoothly to my bare knees on the cool floor instead of trying to catch my footing.
Mr. Middletonâ€™s blue eyes went wide and I leaned forward and pressed my cheek against his very expensive Italian loafer. I savored the smell of leather as I nuzzled one foot, then the other. I could feel his hesitation even without looking at him.
I pressed the advantage, just like Iâ€™d been taught. I raised my head just a little and began to beg, â€œMay I show you what Iâ€™m for, sir? Please?â€
He replied, â€œI, uhâ€¦ wellâ€¦â€
Mr. Williams said, â€œYou know what you came here for.â€ He was keeping a lid on his amusement.
That was thoughtful.
I rubbed Mr. Middletonâ€™s left calf with my cheek like a great cat and continued, â€œAll this talk has me so hot, sir. I need you inside me.â€
â€œHere?â€ Mr. Middleton asked, â€œIn front of Mr. Williams?â€
I glanced up. Mr. Middleton was blushing, but he wasnâ€™t turned off. He wanted to do it, he just needed a little push. I bit the inside of his right thigh lightly, enjoying him tense. Then I said, â€œIâ€™ll take you both at once. Please. Just use me. Here on the floor.â€
Mr. Middleton shifted. Heâ€™d obviously made his decision. He twined his fingers in my hair possessively and tugged my head up so that our gazes met. He said, â€œNo, I think Iâ€™d like a little privacy with you.â€ He looked up at Mr. Williams and asked, â€œThat all right?â€
Mr. Williams said, â€œJust her mouth, â€˜til you buy her. Iâ€™ll wait just outside the door, and we can finish your tour after.â€
I shivered at the two of them talking about me like a piece of meat. I didnâ€™t comment, though. I just looked up at Mr. Middleton, watching his face.
His fingers clutched a little tighter. He nodded and said, â€œThatâ€™ll work.â€
Mr. Williams gave me a pat on the cheek and said, â€œBe a good little fuck doll for Vic, Bambi.â€
I moaned, â€œYes, sir.â€
He swept past me, heading for the door to my showroom.
Mr. Middleton didnâ€™t wait for it to close. Instead, he looked down and asked, â€œHe said all I got to use was your mouth. Soâ€¦ can you unfasten a pair of slacks with your teeth?â€
I looked at his fly, and watched a progress bar quickly fill. Instructions opened in my pliant mind. It didnâ€™t look that hard. I smiled and said, â€œYes, sir.â€
He let go of my hair and said, â€œShow me.â€
Country USA
Manufacturer Jessie Hackborn
Binding Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate 2014-03-22
Format Kindle eBook

Country	USA
Manufacturer	Jessie Hackborn
Binding	Kindle Edition
ReleaseDate	2014-03-22
Format	Kindle eBook

Beneath His Desk: An Anthology

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