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"There might not be anything left," said Diane. That brought fresh outbursts of laughter from the two women.

"Have you used him yet for you-know-what?" asked Debbie.

"I thought I'd save that for the afternoon."

"Lucky you."

"Maybe he might not be any good."

"In that case you could just break his nose while he was in position, to teach him a lesson."

Diane stretched out her hand and stroked my hair. I cowered. "Oh, Dave knows what will happen to him if he doesn't come up to scratch. Don't you , Dave?" I whimpered.

"The poor dear," said Debbie. "I think he's scared. Although if he knew what was going to happen to him he'd be terrified." With shrieks of laughter the two woman hifived each other and stood up.

Diane sat back in her seat and hauled me into position.

"Now, Dave. Your responsibilities increase all the time. This afternoon's meeting is going to be quite stressful and I want you to keep me nice and calm. So you're to apply your tongue to my lips, my lower lips, of course, and bring me to a nice, sweet orgasm. I'm sure you'll be able to do it because I'm sure you know what will happen to you if you don't... Here come the others now." She shoved me hard against her and squeezed her thighs against me head. Again I could hardly breathe.

I managed to force my tongue out and my one thought was that if I brought her to a climax quickly I would be freed. I started work, dimly aware that around me people were talking and eating, including Diane. Occasionally, I felt her stroke my hair. As she became more excited instead of bucking, to control herself, she squeezed me ever harder. I thought my head would burst. Eventually she came silently and I felt her relax a little. But then, instead of freeing me, she wedged me right into her.

All this time she was talking calmly and, as far as I could judge, eloquently during the meeting. She then proceeded to pee into my mouth. Again I had to gulp as well as I could. However, this time, to stop me doing anything with my hands, she pinioned my hands to the floor with her heels, pressing down firmly and ruthlessly. I was in agony and my mouth was burning. But Diane seemed to be enjoying the experience I felt that she was relaxed and in control.

I didn't think I was going to get all the pee down and, feeling sick, was beginning to choke. But Diane signaled her displeasure by pressing down viciously with her heels and I forced myself to overcome my nausea and the feeling of drowning that I was experiencing.

I think there must have been another comfort break but I was only barely conscious of people moving back chairs and walking around.

Diane lifted my head and spoke to me.

"You did all right there, Dave. But next time no messing about. When I pee in your mouth you damn well drink it all down quick, no matter how fast or how much I pee or how tightly I'm gripping you. I don't fucking care whether you can breathe or not. I'm in control here, boy, and you better remember it. You screw up next time and you'll be eating my shit. Go that?

"It's the last part of the meeting now and I want you to give me a nice slow orgasm. About one and a half hours should do it. If you bring me off earlier or later I'll damn well have you beaten up and handed over to the police. After you've eaten my shit, that is. Is that understood?" She jabbed her heels suddenly into my hands to emphasise her question.

"Yes," I whimpered. I hoped if I sounded despairing she would show some mercy. No such luck.

"Get to it, boy." She slammed me into her so hard I thought she had broken my nose. I was terrified; if I started to bleed over her she would really be mad. I licked slowly and carefully as I was pretty sure she wasn't fooling about her threats. I started counting methodically every second, scared to my bones that I would miss the count.

Time seemed to pass by in a dream. Now and again I would feel Diane's hand on the top of my head petting me with both encouragement and praise. If I was going too fast Diane would help out by stabbing her heel into my hand. Although I managed to maintain a steady count I hardly knew what I was doing. I had to count to five thousand, four hundred and it was only the terror of failing that forced me to keep going. Unbelievingly as I approached the magic number I felt Diane stiffen, her thighs closed around my head with terrifying tightness and her heels seemed to push through my hands. Threats or no threats I tried to scream in anguish but my mouth was comfortably muffled by Diane's crotch.

I heard Diane bring the meeting to an end and, despite my almost unimaginable pain and exhaustion, I was impressed at her coolness.

Once again when everyone had left Diane hauled me up. If she had not done so I would have collapsed on the floor. I had been squashed under her desk, licking her, drinking her pee, suffering the agony of her heels for almost seven hours and I was in no state to move.

"Dave, that was brilliant! You've earned yourself a bonus. I ought to take you out for dinner tonight and. damn it, I will. Go and clean yourself up. You might brush your teeth, your breath smells awful."

I was shaking as I emerged from her desk. "Use my private washroom, Dave," continued Diane. "You deserve it."

I disappeared into the washroom. I stayed there longer than I needed, just to take the opportunity of a break from Diane. When I came out Debbie was in the office with Diane.

Diane smiled at me gaily. That smile scared me more than any threat.

"Dave, there's been a change of plan," said Diane. "Debbie was going to join us and then she suggested it would be much more fun if we send out for food and had a quiet little dinner at my house. I couldn't resist it. Are you happy with that, Dave?" I was almost in tears. I suspected the dinner would be more fun for Diane and Debbie than for me.

I accompanied the two women to Diane's car. It was large, as befitted a company chairman (or chairwoman in this case). I turned to the back door but Diane waved me round to the front.

"No, no, Dave, you ride in the front with me and Debbie. Get in." I climbed inside and sat in the front seat.

"Dave," said Debbie, "don't be silly. You can hardly sit up here with me and Diane." I was puzzled and frightened. "On the floor, Dave," explained Debbie. "Curl up nice and small on the floor. I want a chance to experience what Diane has experienced all day. It's only fair, isn't it, Dave?"

I slid onto the floor. It was quite roomy for a car but could hardly accommodate me. Debbie climbed into the passenger seat and carefully placed her shoes on me.

"It's nice, isn't it, Mrs. Hathaway?"

"Call me Diane when we are out of the office, for goodness sake. And you must too, Dave, " she added looking down at me.

"How much pressure can he take, Diane?" asked Debbie.

"I've no idea. Try it and see."

Debbie was also in high-heels, even higher and more pointed than Diane's. I saw with horror Debbie press herself back into her seat to give herself purchase and then she drove her shoes suddenly into my neck. I couldn't believe the pain. She pressed harder and harder.

"Dave," said Diane, "you can scream if you want to this time. There's no-one else around."

I wasn't going to give them the satisfaction but then Debbie stabbed her shoe against my cheek and I hollered like a banshee.

"Wow, that was some scream," said Debbie. "Can I have another go, Diane?"

"Sure, but don't damage him. I am suppose to be treating him to dinner tonight."

"Oh, that's a shame, it's such fun! And such a turn on having a man crawl at your feet." She pressed the sole of her shoe against my mouth. "Lick it, Dave. And lick it real fast. I'm going to be timing you and I want at least one hundred and twenty licks per minute. My shoes have nice thin soles so I can feel every movement. I'm starting to count from...now!"

I licked as fast as I could. The trouble was I soon began to run out of spit and had to slow down. I had a clear view of Debbie's face and as I slowed down she pouted.

"Dave, that's not fair. I only asked you to do a little thing and you've hardly been going three minutes." I was in a panic. I gathered some more saliva and started again vigorously. "No, no, Dave, it's too late now. You haven't done what I asked you to do. It looks like I'm going to have to do it myself."

What on earth did she mean?" "Now stretch out your tongue on the floor, as far as it will go." I did as she asked. "More, Dave." There was a hint of warning in her voice. "I know you can do better than that."

I stretched until my tongue ached. "Right, let's see if I can help you with this sole licking." She stamped the sole of her shoe hard down on my tongue and began to rub it backwards and forwards over the floor of the car very fast. I cried and gurgled. I couldn't believe the pain. I thought she was going to tear my tongue out at the roots.

"Now this is the way to lick the sole of a woman's shoe. I hope you're learning this lesson, Dave. I know you're going to be grateful to me."

Debbie kept up the rubbing for a good few minutes and then rested, her shoe still firmly pressed on my tongue. I desperately wanted the journey to end.

"Now, Dave, have you learnt your lesson?" I gurgled an affirmative.

"What's that? I don't understand. Why on earth can't you speak clearly. You certainly don't know how to use your mouth, do you? You couldn't lick my shoe. And then when I show you how to lick my shoe you won't even speak to me. That's not very nice."

I tried nodding yes with my head although that made the pain in my tongue terrible. "I think you need another lesson, a better lesson this time." With that she started dragging my tongue viciously over the floor. I just cried, I couldn't think of anything else to do.

"You know teaching a guy to show respect can be pretty exhausting," said Debbie. "Tell me about it," said Diane

"Well, if I'm to spend my time teaching him I reckon he ought to pay me for the privilege."

"That seems reasonable," said Diane. "I tell you what Dave will give you half of his salary, I'll organize it with payroll, and you give Dave his lessons whenever you think he needs them. It'll have to be outside business hours because I need him then."

Diane must have been at a stoplight because she looked down at me. "Sorry, Dave, you've just lost half your salary, but I think you'll find Debbie a good teacher. I'll give her full permission for her to do anything she thinks is necessary. After all it will be much easier for me if you've been trained to show proper respect for a woman."

Debbie eventually removed her shoe from my tongue. I'm sure it was longer now. The car drew to a stop and we all clambered out. I didn't feel much like eating now. Debbie helped me out of the car. "You okay, Dave? I hope there are no hard feelings."

"Actually," broke in Diane, "I hope there are!"

The two women fell about at that. I was sullenly aware of what they meant for, on the way to the house, Diane grabbed my penis and used it as a lead. Debbie followed.

Once inside Diane asked, "What do you fancy, Debbie? French, Italian, Spanish?

"Frankly," said Debbie, "I fancy American," looking directly at me.

"So do I," said Diane "Come on, Dave, let's go upstairs."

I was exhausted, pulled apart, my tongue in agony, my body aching. But I was going upstairs with two beautiful women, presumably to Diane's bedroom. I was hoping I was finally going to get a payoff. Especially when Diane said: "You know Dave's been such a good sport today that it's about time he had a little fun."

"I agree. Do you want to go first?"

"Let Dave decide. After all it's his treat." She turned to me. "Well, Dave, who do you want to fuck first, me or Debbie?"

This was such a shock that I just stood there and gasped.

"The poor thing is all confused," said Debbie, "he didn't expect this."

"Well, if Dave can't decide I'll go first, by reason of age and authority."

Diane unzipped her dress and stepped out of it. "Come on, Dave. You have to undress too."

I followed her and removed my clothes not quite believing that I was actually going to fuck her.

"Now help me with this, you too." She hauled out from below the bed a rubber sheet. "Just in case we make a mess," added Diane.

"What are we going to do?" I asked rather nervously.

"Make love, of course, but you can't be too careful," said Diane.

We helped her lay out the rubber sheet then Diane said. "When I make love I really like having my arse licked before fucking. And I know Dave will oblige."

This didn't sound too great an idea to me and I was rather hesitant in response.

"Dave, you've been so good up to now," said Diane, as she stroked my face and then put her arms around my neck. "Don't spoil things. I don't want to have to get you beaten up and handed over to the police. Although I admit the idea does rather excite me you have far better uses. "Now," she added patting the rubber sheet, "up you pop and lie down on your back so I can lower myself onto you."

"You're not going to smother me again, are you?" I was in despair now.

"Dave, don't make such a fuss. You know I'll do what I want anyway. Now get up here. I don't want to have to ask you again."

I complied with her request. What else could I do? The rubber sheet was cold against my skin.

"Dave, I'm really looking forward to this." So saying she stepped onto the bed and faced me. Then she lowered herself and kissed me passionately, forcing her tongue through my lips. I responded hoping thus that she would be more kindly disposed to me. She pulled away.

"You're a wonderful kisser, Dave. Now let's see if you can use that tongue just as well." She swung her long legs over my face and spun round. Slowly she lowered her arse. It was a beautiful arse but I still couldn't believe this was really happening. What was I supposed to do?

"Get that tongue out and start licking, Dave." Her arse was poised just above me then it suddenly collapsed onto my face. This was serious, this time I really couldn't breathe. I tried to struggle, I would have bitten Diane if I could. Dimly I heard her giggle and then she raised her arse.

"Sorry, Dave, I couldn't resist it. Now you get licking."

I was terrified that overcome with excitement she would give way to her desires and fall on me again.

Nevertheless I delicately started licking round her anus. After a few moments I heard her sigh.

"No, no! In the crack. Get your tongue deep into that crack, boy." Did she really mean that I should lick right inside her arse. I wasn't left in any doubt when her fist struck my balls. I yelped in agony. "You heard me, Dave!"

I pushed my tongue into the crack. As I probed deeper I definitely picked up a bitter taste. I was horrified but Diane started to squirm with pleasure. "That's it, that's it! But go deeper, deeper."

I went deeper and my tongue suddenly touched something hard. I guessed what it was I had touched. Simultaneously Diane gasped.

"Dave, I think you've just found my latest turd. Keep licking it while I push it out towards you." Was she serious? I was sickened and terrified. I felt the turd push against my tongue. Diane lifted herself up a little and I saw the tip of the turd emerge from her arse. The smell was appalling.

"Lick it, you fucking bastard," she suddenly screamed. "Lick it or I'll tear your fucking balls off."

I licked it as it came further and further out.

"Get your mouth around it, boy and run your lips up and down it. Male love to it. It's part of me. Part of your boss. Part of Diane Hathaway." She yelled in ecstasy as a final push forced the huge log out of Diane's arse and straight into my mouth. I gagged. I wanted to puke.

"If you're sick, it'll be the last thing you ever do," screamed Diane. "Now start chewing I want to hear you chew it real slow."

It was awful. It was beyond belief. I started chewing.

"That's it, Dave. Now let me hear you swallow a little." I gulped down.

"Yes, yes! That's it! Now carry on chewing and swallowing." I did as she asked. I don't know how I stopped myself puking. "That's brilliant, Dave. Oh, God. That's so good. You've no idea. Get it down quick. I've another one coming and I want you to get it down in one swallow."

I tried to get as much down as possible. There suddenly there was another log forced straight into my mouth, on top of the first. "Go, it, Dave. That's wonderful. That's really good. Isn't it disgusting? Isn't it really vile? Oh God! I'm sure it is. Yes! Yes! Oh, David. Chew it, boy. Yes. Yes... Grind it slow. Let me hear you savour it. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Yes. YES!"

I knew she'd come. Perhaps stronger than she'd ever come before. I felt her whole body trembling, heard her panting. But she hadn't collapsed on my face. Instead she rolled over and faced me.

"Oh, Dave, you smell disgusting. But that was the most wonderful, the most beautiful thing that anyone has ever done for me." Her face was ecstatic. "Now you get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom and then it's Debbie's turn. Make sure you're nice and clean."

I tottered off to the bathroom and washed my mouth out. I couldn't bear the idea of going through the same thing with Debbie.

When I came back into the bedroom I threw myself at Diane and Debbie's feet and kissed them, pleading with them to let me go. I couldn't bear to swallow any more shit.

"Dave," said Diane, "this is really sweet of you to show so much respect. And maybe we'll take you up on it later. But it's only fair, Debbie is expecting her turn and I know you won't want to disappoint her, will you? Now up you get on that bed."

I returned to the bed, tears burning my eyes. Debbie stripped off and approached me.

"Open wide, Dave," she said as she climbed on the bed and turned her arse to me. "Now, I want every little bit swallowed down."

She lowered herself onto my mouth and in a few moments there was a log in my mouth.

"Eat it all up. And then there'll be another, for you." I started chewing and swallowing. I didn't know if I could keep this up.

"How long do you think you'll be, Debbie?"

"I've no idea. You know, I think I'll just stay here for a bit and make sure everything is out. Is that okay."

"Sure. I'll put the TV on for you. Relax and enjoy yourself. I'll be downstairs."

I heard noise from the TV and then the door closed.

"Isn't this fun, Dave. Oh, here comes another." She forced another log into my mouth. It tasted worse than any before.

I heard Debbie laughing at something on the TV. There was nothing else from her arse for about ten minutes. It was hot lying beneath her but at least I could breathe. Suddenly she farted.

"Dave, I think all this excitement has given me a little stomach problem. Now, this time there may be a lot but you've still got to get it all done."

She farted again and then suddenly my mouth was full of soft shit. It was pouring in.

"Swallow it, Dave. And when you've finished clean me up. I think I'll lie here for about an hour and I don't want to be dirty."

I had to suck it all down. I was scared I was being poisoned but I had no choice. I was revolted, appalled. I started to clean up Debbie but as I did she collapsed on top of me, smashing onto my mouth.

"That's more comfy, isn't it, Dave. But you've still got to get me clean."

It was hard work and very slow and exhausting as well as being vile. I don't know how long I was there but after what seemed like hours Debbie stood up.

"That was great Dave, you're a wonderful find. Now go and get my shoes." I looked round and saw Debbie's black, high-heeled slingbacks by the wardrobe. I brought them back to her.

"Put them on me, Dave."

I knelt down and slipped her feet into them.

"Excellent. Now, lick my soles. I think you know how to do that properly, don't you?"

I bent right onto the floor and licked her right sole rapidly. Not caring whether I had sufficient spit I carried on so that my tongue became sorer and sorer. I was scared; I just went on and on. My tongue was becoming numb. I became aware that Debbie was absorbed by something on TV. She seemed to have forgotten about me. Had she or was she testing me? If she had forgotten about me what should I do? I had been licking Debbie's sole for about ten minutes when I heard the door open.

"Hi, Debbie, what's going on?"

"This program on TV is really fascinating?"

"Is it?" Diane sat down to watch too. Both of them seemed to ignore the fact that I was at Debbie's feet scraping away on her sole with my tongue. I was going mad.

Eventually the program finished. Debbie moved her foot away.

"That was excellent, Dave," said Debbie. "You've kept up that rapid licking for almost half-an-hour. You see, that lesson I gave you was worth it. So I think it's time for another lesson. Now, I was going to give you five hard kicks with my shoe. But as you seem to have learnt my first lesson so well I really feel I ought to make sure that this lesson is even more effective so that you'll really benefit from it. So I'm going to give you fifteen very hard kicks. Now kneel on the floor."

I knelt on the floor crying, looking up at Debbie. Then she swung her leg back and kicked me savagely in the stomach. The next kick caught me in the balls. I screamed. The next kick was in the face. I was becoming delirious, screaming and crying. Diane grasped my arms and held me up to ensure I'd get maximum benefit from the kicking. I think some went in my neck but before the fifteen were reached I had passed out.

When I came to Diane and Debbie were standing over me. They'd both dressed but I was still in the nude. They had glasses of champagne in their hands.

"Hi Dave!" said Diane. "We were just toasting you. Actually we're just filling ourselves up with plenty of liquid so we can have some more fun later on. During the evening we're going to fill up the loo with our pee and then get you to drink it all down. Won't that be fun?

"Anyway, you should know that I'm away on business from tomorrow so Debbie is going to borrow you."

"You can sit under my desk tomorrow. Unfortunately, for you, it is somewhat smaller that Diane's and my legs are somewhat longer so it's going to be a very tight squeeze."

"But it's out in the open." I said. "Everyone will see me there."

"But they're all women in the office, Dave," said Diane. "They'll appreciate seeing how a man learns to respect a woman. They'll enjoy it, don't worry." "Perhaps they could have a go at using him."

"Yes. Or you know," said Diane thoughtfully, "it would be better all round, if you were just to pop him into that empty cubicle in the toilets and let the women use him as and when they wanted to. Get one of those little portable toilets that we can strap him into. You can bolt his head into it. He'll be permanently available then. Yes, Dave," she added, dropping onto her knees to come to my level and then patting my head, "you'll be put into your own little toilet with your head strapped in nice and tight. It'll hurt quite a bit but think of the pleasure you'll be giving to all those women. You can be proud of yourself."

"Great idea, Diane."

Diane stood up and they clinked their glasses.

"Cheers, Diane."

"Cheers, Debbie."

Then they turned to me and raised their glasses.

"And cheers, Dave!"

The End