Executive Women On Top By B. Wats You won't believe their solution to my sex problem Part 1. At my work there were a number of department managers and I knew all of them casually. I had worked there at least a few years and I was generally trusted to do my work and maintain friendly relations with everyone so I wasn't surprised at all when my manager assigned me to work with another manager, Ms. Berry, on a two day project that was taking place at our facility. Ms. Berry is a tall, large black woman with a commanding presence and forceful manner of speaking. When she swept into our office she ignored me, as was usual, and made conversation with my manager and another big-mouth employee while I went about my daily routine. Finally she sought me out and informed me we were off to do shopping for her project. "OK," I said resignedly. I mean I all ready had my own work to do. We left our offices and climbed into her Hummer which I always thought was an excessive vehicle. Soon the shopping was done -- I offered my advice on a few items -- and after going through checkout the greeter thanked us for our visit. "She thought we were a couple. Wouldn't that be something," Ms. Berry said in her husky, domineering voice as the greeter waved us through. Being white, many inches shorter than her, many pounds lighter, and carrying her bags, I thought so too. Then I said, and still I don't know why, "I was thinking the same thing. What if we were a couple." I emphasized the words "we were". She looked closely at me and said, "Really?". We climbed into her Hummer and her large frame found its match in the large vehicle. On the other hand I felt smaller than ever. Did I say something wrong and would it be reported back to HR? "I'll tell you what, how about if we get together for dinner after work some day and talk about this some more," she finally said. My heart started beating fast and I could feel my dick growing. "Sure I'd like that," was all I could say. Noting the movement in my pants, she scribbled a cross street and date on her scratch pad and handed it to me. It was a nice enough area. "Get there early," she said, petting my knee suggestively, and we pulled back up to our building to unpack and continue with the project. I tried to calm myself down and get back to work and not think about our date until later. That night I imagined Ms. Berry naked, pounding me, and I couldn't contain myself. My dick made a mess and I was sweating. A few nights later, following work, I took the bus to the corner on her note and waited, checking my watch and nervous. After a few minutes her Hummer pulled to a sudden stop, the door popped open and she commanded me to get in. "Where's my flowers," she asked. I gulped and stared at her in fear. "That's all right, I was just kidding. I'm actually glad you came on time and I've made a special meal waiting for us back at my place. I hope you don't mind we're eating in." Her vehicle was racing through side streets and between lesser cars and pedestrians as if they were peasants. I was just glad I hadn't done anything wrong. Yet. "I don't mind. What are we having?" "You," she said laughing. "No, I've made a chicken dish I've been eager to try it out on someone. Are you hungry?" "Starving," I said as we pulled into her condo's garage and the door slid down behind us. What had I got myself into, I wondered. Half way through the meal, chatting about work and the weather, she stopped suddenly and asked me, "What kind of sex do you like best?" I couldn't believe she was asking me this but it was something of a relief to be able to tell her, up front, that I preferred the woman be on top during lovemaking. She gets all the angles and positions to get the best possible, most sustained climax, I believed. With the woman in control of sex she's also freer to experiment and play out her sexual fantasies. "I'm so glad to hear you say that," Ms. Berry said, "because that's the position I've always secretly wanted but none of my previous boyfriends ever seemed interested." She reached across the table and squeezed my wrist like she was squeezing my dick and I knew I was falling in love. With dinner done she poured some beer and we sat in her living room and talked some more, me even telling her I really liked her. Seated she still towered over me although I thought perhaps that was my imagination or secret desire to be overpowered. She was much heavier than me and her large breasts seemed to always be in my face as we sat talking and laughing together. Then she leaned over and down, took my chin gently, and kissed me. I was a little nervous and she could probably tell. She kissed me again and I must have made a primal noise and then she pulled me up to her and smothered me in her lips for an eternity. We made out on her couch like teens. I may have been uncomfortable, pulled up against gravity to her larger frame and demanding lips, but I ignored my own discomfort to please her more. Somehow she got her way with me, during our session on her couch, and she stripped off my clothes and then her kisses suddenly involved her strong hand grasping and yanking my dick like she owned it. I just lay and melted like a limp rag doll while she forced me this way and that, kissing and stroking, shoving me about til she found just the position that suited her best. And so she continued her foreplay for many, many minutes, occasionally instructing my hand to stroke the crotch of her pants, or squeezing my nipples, or biting my neck, or grinding my mouth into the point her bra made beneath her top. With her fully clothed and myself completely naked it was as if she owned me and could abuse me in any way she desired and after nearly a half hour of her attacking me this way she began breathing deeper and pulling me up and down, up and down against her crotch until suddenly she stood up, throwing me to the floor, and she undressed and pointed me to her bedroom. Now naked, her long straight hair tangled, almost panting, nipples erect, tall, large and dark, she seemed menacing and I obeyed her instinctively. I climbed into her tall bed and lay on my back to welcome her and she mounted me in a haze, holding her pussy over my throbbing dick, touching and letting go, touching and prodding, until it fit carefully into her while she lubricated. She pulled back up, came back down, and let it rip, quickly finding her rhythm, pounding me as she learned what my dick was like. Her large frame felt immensely warm and reassuring. I begged her and then sucked one huge tit and then the other when she at last teasingly offered them to me. She fell down on me, I exhaled, and she continued her assault, back and forth but now laying full upon me, and my arms quickly reaching up and over her broad shoulders and I held her backside as best I could since she was so much larger than me while she pushed and pulled and it went on and on and on. A point came where she sensed her release arriving and she sat herself upright again, but still pushing up and down like a piston, and with all her massive frame centered on my midsection my hips became immobilized. Her pussy began its final contracting and releasing and my dick responded with wave after wave of cum which just drove her coming further. And yet otherwise I couldn't move my midsection so all the motion associated with coming was bottled up into just my dick, alone, pulsating in her pussy, and the sensation was heaven. At long last she collapsed on me, spent, kissing me again. I promised to be her slave forever and she seemed somehow to imagine the possibilities of an endless sexual fantasia totally at her command. "I know," she said, lifting slightly to swirl her sweaty pussy against my now limp dick. Part 2. Now I thought about Ms. Berry and my love for her all the time but I didn't hear any more from her and I began to worry what I had done wrong. At least everything work-wise was normal so Ms. Berry probably hadn't reported me there for sexual assault or anything. Then early the next week she appeared in our office again discussing business matters with my manager. My thoughts raced about our romance, was it all in my mind, and I had to fight to focus on work. After some time she appeared unexpectedly behind me, in my cubicle, and spoke in her imperial way, "I want to thank you for your help last week again. I couldn't have done it all without you." Her fingers, unseen by anyone else, moved quickly up the back of my neck. I was electrified. "Thank you Ms. Berry," I said but as I turned she was already on her way out. It tormented me for days after that as well. I couldn't piece it together and I wished she would make up another project for us. Did she like me and she was playing cool? Was she finished with me and her visit to my cube was her version of a good bye kiss? I was afraid to call her office since our business protocol didn't allow casual messages, calls or emails. I honestly didn't know where her condo really was or her private cell number to contact her at home. My mind raced in circles. Soon after that all the employees were attending an after-work affair. Miserably I went too and then I saw Ms. Berry across the crowded room talking with a black dude I'd never seen before and I assumed he was her date and I was crushed. I sat on my stool alone, drinking, wondering what I would do now that Ms. Berry was gone. Coming out of the men's room at some point in the evening a large hand grabbed me and pulled me into a spare room. It was Ms. Berry, alone, and she was mysteriously pulling a rubber glove onto one hand. She signalled me to hush, undid my pants, reached a hand into the front of my trousers to grab my dick and the other gloved hand reached behind me to finger my rectum. Her bigger, taller frame enveloped me and I felt safe again, at least for the moment. While she manipulated me she whispered, "He's a business contact, don't worry about him. You and me are going to have a lot more sex together though. Just be patient but never tell anyone, especially at work, about us." Still I whimpered between spasms, "Ms. Berry ... please ... fuck ... me ... again." The gloved finger probing my rectum and her vise-like up and down grasp on my dick quickly had the desired effect with cum everywhere and me convulsing in her arms. She kissed my forehead and then exited the room before I could say anything. After I stopped shaking I cleaned myself a little with a towel I found, buckled myself up but worried about a stain on my trousers, and snuck out of the building to catch a bus home. I guess she loves me after all. Part 3. Ms. Berry left me a note, with an address this time, inviting me back to her condo on a Friday evening and I assumed it was a date. When I arrived however, she instructed me to strip naked and then announced her Tall Executive Womens' club was meeting at her place later and I would be serving catered snacks and appetizers. My excitement turned to puzzlement. She explained I must be naked so she could easily watch over me as I would certainly get an erection if I started flirting with another woman and my erections may only occur with her approval. I got the idea that Ms. Berry was protective of me which made me feel loved and so I agreed. Otherwise I thought I hid my disappointment that there would be no date with just the two of us well. I needed desparately to make our relation work and I knew I was going to submit to her will many more times in the future. Among the tall women executives I was short, naked and vulnerable. Still I tried to perform my duties, taking my tray from group to group, and mostly it seemed easy for them to ignore me. The party was well underway when one tall, leggy beauty, taking a treat from my tray, exclaimed, "Well what have we here," and cupped my ass cheeks, stingingly, with one giant hand. My erection was immediate like a crane reaching up to the sky and Ms. Berry, across the room, frowned and broke off her discussion to scold me. "I told you no erections until I approve, didn't you understand me," she said in front of her amused guests. I flushed with embarassment, the erection dropping as quick as it came, and said I was sorry. "Sorry is not enough. Come with me." I followed her into a guest bedroom again to the amusement of her club and she ordered me onto the bed. "On your back." She quickly pulled some belts and ropes from a closet, tied me to the bed, and said, "Let this be a lesson. I mean what I say. The woman you flirted with is a powerful executive with the city and I can't allow you or anyone to get in the way of our good relationship. Therefore, as punishment, I'll invite her in here to have her way with you. Do you understand?" I was starting to cry and I whimpered, "Yes ma'am" and then began bawling and said, "But I don't want to cheat on you." "You're being silly. It's not cheating if I'm punishing you," she said. I tried to understand what she meant when she left the room, a few muffled words were exchanged, and the tall city executive entered, smirking. "Looks like I'm it," she said. I couldn't speak through my tears but she seemed not to notice, or perhaps she accepted tears as the price of punishment, I don't know. She stroked my dick for a few minutes to see what I had (I always get it up which is part of the problem) and then she lifted her dress, pulled off her panties, and crawled on top of me. She slapped me a few times and I stopped crying. Then she spit on my cock. "I think I have your attention now," she murmured. Lifting herself into her preferred position, she hovered her pussy over my dick and crowed, "Now it's my turn." Coming down and up on my cock for many, many minutes I thought how different, how methodical and mechanical, this was compared to my love, Ms. Berry. Ten minutes of pumping my cock and she suddenly slowed, trembled, oohed, and greedily pulled herself up and out of my still quivering member. She didn't care, she got hers. She dressed and didn't even turn to hear me plead to finish it. Then Ms. Berry came through the still open door and saw my plight. She unhooked the straps binding me and ordered me to wank myself off. Tearfully I grasped my cock while pleading with her to do me again but she simply took my hand and forced me to jerk myself off, and when I shook and spurted she simply instructed me to return to my serving duties, and left the room too. The door remained open the whole time. There was much giggling and pointing among the tall women executives when I resumed serving. There were strings of my own cum spattered around my privates. I didn't say anything but anyone could see the red flush spread across my chest, neck and face. I'd never felt so disgraced and debauched in my life as the very tall women reached down, one by one, to pick a snack or, occasionally, pinch me, laughing to each other. My cock remained shrivelled and sunken late into that night. Part 4. My manager called me into his office to tell me I'd been transferred. I was moving to Ms. Berry's division immediately. He surmised she's on her way up and she's assembling her dream team. "Good luck over there," he said, "you'll need it. I hear she can be brutal." I thanked him and expressed my appreciation for all his help. But my cock flinched at his final words. Arriving at my new office Ms. Berry welcomed me and introduced me to her staff as a knowledgable hard worker and then, privately, she ordered me back to her condo later that evening, after her workout at the gym, for my "reward". Upon arriving, and after stripping naked for her, I was disappointed to learn she had brought more work home with her. We ate delivery so I guess it wasn't a very special evening after all. She went back to work, reading reports and making notes, and I sat, naked, nestled next to her. She absently stroked my cock while reading. After finishing several reports she said, in her commanding manner, "Beg me. Beg me for sex." I knew already what to ask for, what I hardly ever got, what I craved. "Ms. Berry please let me suck your beautiful breasts, please. You know I do anything for you and this is all I ask. I'm begging you, I need to suck your breasts so much. Please allow me the privilege of sucking your tits," I said earnestly. She nodded her approval and instructed me to get several pillows and blankets, beer for both of us, and an adult diaper she had been keeping for me. Meanwhile she went back to work on her reports. She wanted the blankets and pillows laid beside her on the couch so I would be at the level of her lap. I slid into the adult diaper while she removed her top and bra and took her seat. Then I lay across the couch, atop the blankets, head in her lap, with my face poised beneath her gigantic breasts. She took a sip of beer and held her next report up to read and then said, "You may now suck my tits but remember this is a gift to you so don't expect it again anytime soon." I blessed her and thanked her and gingerly applied my lips to the nearest tit and when she didn't slap me I continued to softly suck and lick. Occasionally she reached a hand into my diaper to stroke me but mostly she continued reading and drinking beer. Once I saw my opportunity though I lost myself in her breasts, sucking endlessly only to stop to switch back to the other giant breast. Her royal blackness shined. The badges around each nipple were enormous. I told her how much this meant to me and that I would treasure this evening for the rest of my life. I loved to suck her tits so much although I knew it couldn't last which made it all the more exciting. My hands holding them, my face buried in her valley, my lips embracing them, sucking, pulling, tweaking, on and on. Later, as if by surprise, she dropped her report, moaning, smashing my face into her large firm breast, and tearing away the flimsy diaper to ravage my cock. At some point she made a decision. Ms. Berry got up causing me to fall and she took me by my ear, almost crawling, to the guest room where she strapped my ankles and wrists to the bed. My dick was at its thickest and pointed straight up. She rose over me like a mini-giantess, squatted, and lowered her pussy onto my cock. Her giant frame came up and down on me like a pile driver. Forever it seemed she continued, up and down, and then she changed positions, this time with her legs extended back, flat upon me, she drilled me back and forth, on and on. At times her eyes glazed and I told her I was her sex slave to fuck me wherever we go. From underneath my arms reached up to embrace her. She shook often but kept pushing til she extracted every shred of a climax she could from me. I cried repeatedly to please fuck me harder but my own ejaculation seemed almost an afterthought to her as she settled in to collect each final climax, there were many. When it was over she seemed proud of her conquest and satisfied and I told her how much I loved her and wished she would always fuck me like this. Then she ordered me to make a bath for us in her oversized bathtub. Soon I set about washing her from head to foot, taking special care to hand scrub her glorious pussy. Twice. She didn't seem to mind. Finally we went to bed, her bedroom, and I felt cozy warm falling asleep next to her, my African queen. An arm reached over me and her hand cupped my cock and balls and we both fell asleep. Part 5. Another party had been scheduled, this one for the company, my coworkers, to be held at Ms. Berry's condo. "You'll have to tell everyone you've gone nudist," Ms. Berry said. "Huh?" I replied. "In my house remember you must always be naked. Therefore you'll start telling all your coworkers and juniors and the other managers that you're a nudist at home and you'll be naked at my party." Ms. Berry spoke with authority and her voice always carried the tone of finality to it. "I guess, if you say so," I said, but I had some misgivings. I'd secretly hoped she'd want us to get married someday but every week it seemed I had to work harder and harder to show her how much I loved her. The staff party in Ms. Berry's condo arrived sooner than I wanted. People seemed to accept that I was a nudist, amazingly. At least no one objected to my face. Still it was embarassing since I worked with these people every day. People talked and I thought I was having a good time, considering I was naked. Ms. Berry spent her time mingling with the executives but nearly halfway through the evening she happened upon me and said, loudly, for everyone in the room to hear, "And what have you been up to recently?" When Ms. Berry spoke people tended to turn. But hidden from their view she "accidentally" bumped me and her hand quickly and fiercely squeezed, for a second, my ass cheek. My erection was immediate, waving, pointing to the ceiling. Now that everyone was looking to see what I had to say they gasped as my dick waved about. Laughter started to fill the room and I still hadn't said anything, nor could I say anything. I looked at her pleadingly but she feigned innocence and finally she broke the silence by saying, "Are you trying to tell me something?" More laughter. The party couldn't end soon enough for me. Part 6. The Human Resources director had bad news for me. She had received several complaints about my behavior at a staff party where I appeared naked and waving my stiff penis at Ms. Berry. My protests seemed vague and useless and I thought perhaps Ms. Berry could help explain the misunderstanding. "Yes," Ms. Berry sighed, "it's all true. However he's still a valuable and loyal employee, despite his strange ideas about sex, and I'd rather see him rehabilitated than file a formal sex harassment complaint. This is what we'll do: He's working under me now, just outside my office, so I'm watching him work and preventing any of this obscene behavior here in the workplace. I will further volunteer my services to supervise his behavior outside the workplace by having him live in my spare room and thus we can end this offensive behavior forever. It will take several years or more but I'm willing to sacrifice my time in the effort to rehabilitate this poor lost employee, all for the good of the company." I was stunned. Thanking Ms. Berry for her dedication, the HR director said she agreed and I was to receive sex therapy under Ms. Berry's supervision. What was happening to me? Back in her own office, Ms. Berry first locked the door and then instructed me to terminate my apartment lease and keep just my toiletries and a suitcase of work clothes, otherwise I was to dump everything because, she said, we had to start fresh. I was to move to her place immediately so I could begin therapy. Everything happened so fast that I hardly knew what to do but I had to protest. She put a finger to my mouth to hush me and then grabbed the crotch of my pants searching and quickly finding my twitching cock. "Listen to me. I don't have time for your nonsense. My career comes first and if you want to get on board with this you'd better learn to worship my pussy fast and leave the decision making to me. Got it?" With that she crushed my cock in her strong hand and fluid squirted out. I consented. She left me with instructions and an aching cock. That night I arrived at her door following her directions. "Ma'am do you have a room for rent?" I said, reading from her note. Ms. Berry replied yes she had one therapy room available if I was willing to submit to her completely. "Yes I will do everything you ask." "Good," she said. "Take off your clothes. From now on you're forbidden to get an erection without my approval. Your room is to the right where you'll find several therapy outfits you can wear when I send you on errands in the neighborhood. They're designed to keep you from flirting with women when I'm not there to watch you. At home you'll be naked so I can see the slightest movement in your cock when I have guests over. Finally, at work, you'll wear the work clothes you brought but twice a day you'll display your cock to me, privately of course, to prove your erection is my personal property. You'll sign your paycheck over to me every payday and I'll give you an allowance if you're good. Tonight you're to make me dinner and then clean the bathroom. Any questions?" "No Ms. Berry," I said, undressing. The next night she told me to put on a therapy outfit from my closet since we were going out to dinner. There were several variations but they all came down to these selections: Gay chaps, with vest, the kind that leave your ass exposed; gay shorts, pretty much spandex swim trunks, plus a floozy gay tank top; a cheap puffy pink dress plus a cheap wig sprinked in fluorescent paint spray; and finally a box of adult diapers. Tired of losing arguments to her, and the pain that follows, I simply wore the gay shorts with tank top. Ms. Berry nodded. Walking to the restaurant I got a few looks. The hostess, a pretty young thing with enormous boobs, assumed I was gay, I suppose, and somehow that meant she was at liberty to flash her chest at me when she seated us in a corner booth. My cock moved but in its tight confines it had nowhere to go but out and soon its head peeped out from the top of my short shorts. Ms. Berry, watching my cock expand, exploded, hissing, "This is the last straw. I'm going to teach you and your cock a lesson the two of you will never forget." Under the table she grabbed it, squeezing to make tears form in my eyes, pumping furiously til it exploded and I cried out, gasping. People looked our way as I panted and Ms. Berry took to reading the menu as if nothing had happened. "Now thank me," she said without looking up. "Thank you Ms. Berry," I said between gasps. "Good," she continued. "My report to HR on your progress this week will show you had a relapse but you saw the error of your ways and are progressing nicely in therapy. Now pick something healthy." "Thank you Ms. Berry," I repeated. "Remember one word from me and you're fired. We've tried everything but you were unresponsive. This goes the same for your servicing me in my office: If we're caught together you're taking the fall. I write it in my progress report that you exposed yourself again and it's just getting harder and harder to help you recover. Got it?" I understood. She owned my cock and my career. Later when the opportunity presented itself I whispered to her, "Make me do something dirty for you." Part 7. Ms. Berry received her big promotion and fat raise along with a move downtown to headquarters. I went along of course with a new duty added, Personal Assistant to Ms. Berry. After one particularly long hard day she called me into her office and asked me to check under her new, custom built, super-sized desk. I crawled into the legroom area and told her everything looked fine to me. She said to turn around and that's when her extra long skirt swept over me like a tent, her chair moved into the legroom area, and I realized under her dress she was bare, she had removed her panties. "Eat me," she commanded and spread her legs. I went right to work feeling my way around her glorious pussy but she was tense, very tense. It had been a rough day on her. I massaged and kept pushing my mouth further and further in, opening flaps as they relaxed, licking, prodding. Then she started to unwind and I really began licking and slurping with a passion. This continued for who knows how long, me under her desk, under skirt, eating her out, but by the sounds I heard she was still working, maybe checking email, clicking her keyboard. I kept at her nonetheless. Suddenly music started. I jumped at first but kept licking and chewing, licking some more, swirling my mouth about her opening. Were there more sounds above, it was hard to tell. It sounded like several people had entered the room and Ms. Berry was conducting a meeting. Was that possible? A hand reached down to my head and pressed my face deeper into her and I went with that regardless of the distractions. Later she shook but it sounded like she was keeping her voice steady. Would the staff attending her meeting report me? Did they even know I was under the desk servicing Ms. Berry while they argued over their projects. It sent shivers through me to think about hearing from HR on my sex problem again. She shook again. Her hand kept my face in deep in her pussy for several minutes while my mouth kissed her sweetness. I stayed at it. I worshipped Ms. Berry's pussy. Then I heard chairs shuffling and people leaving and her door locking via her remote. She released me from her pussy and pulled back. I crawled out from under her desk as best I could. Ms. Berry was laughing at me. "Go wash up," she ordered and I found her private washroom and seeing myself in the mirror I realized I had her juices spread in a circle around my face. Returning from the washroom I pleaded with her to help avoid another HR sex complaint against me and then I whined how much I craved her fucking me and my never-ending love for her. She unbuckled me and peered down my pants at my expanding cock. Smiling, she patted my crotch and told me it would be soon darling, and in her progress report to HR for my sex therapy she would note my emphatic desire to submit to recovery and the gains we've made recently, and then she sent me home with a list of chores and a warning to wear my sex therapy outfit when going out for household errands. "Thank you Ms. Berry," I swooned, grateful, my voice choking. "Thank you. Thank you so much. You're so good to me. Thank you." Part 8. After fucking me on her executive couch for close to an hour Ms. Berry told me to hurry and wrap it up because she'd scheduled an appointment for me to meet with HR to discuss the progress I've been making handling my sexual problems. Ms. Berry already had several climaxes in the past hour so she didn't care. She reached under my ass and squeezed hard and painfully til I shot and then she waited for the shiver of a third climax to echo through her. It didn't take long. At HR the director was busy reading the computer reports about my complusions and she barely nodded me to wait in front of her til she finished. There weren't any chairs so I stood calmly. As she read she said things like 'interesting' and 'highly unusual' but after more reading she became deeply involved in my story, it seemed to me, as her hand moved to stroke herself and the nipples of her large breasts appeared through her blouse. Occasionally she glanced in the direction of my pants' zipper as she read from screen to screen. My insides began to churn as a realization spread that I was going to fail this review by HR. "How often do you masturbate?" she asked. She continued reading. "What's the purpose of you going to gatherings naked and waving your penis around at women?" I told her I was uncomfortable with the questions. Still I could feel my cock betraying me. "Take your hands out of your pockets so I can see too," she said, oblivious to my discomfort. "How long have you been spying on women undressing in office buildings?" she asked and I whined that the questions were unfair and could you ask me please about the progress I've made. With a huff she made a hasty call to Ms. Berry to say I was being uncooperative and after a few other words she turned the speaker on and Ms. Berry said, "... he can be that way. Our progress is intermittent." Ms. Berry, my boss, took me in to live in her spare room, she called it the sex therapy room, to quell a possible sex harassment charge against me three months earlier. The HR director agreed with Ms. Berry that this solution would be best for the company. Ever since then Ms. Berry has owned both my career and my cock since the filing of a harassment charge would end my career quickly. "You must administer any punishment you think is appropriate," Ms. Berry told the HR director. "Our little man must be strictly controlled during this phase of his treatment else the consequences to the company could be devastating. I'll punish him further when you're through. He must answer us truthfully and willingly so we can help him recover from his sex addiction and at the same time avoid any legal problems for the company." I gulped but my cock sprang to attention, to the HR director's delight, creating a tent in my trousers. "Thank you. I'll take it from here," the HR director replied. Always leering at the tent in my pants, she said to me, "Maybe we should pass Ms. Berry's report around the company to the other female executives to warn them about you and solicit their advice. Right now though you go and wait for me in the parking garage. You'll come home with me tonight so you can receive your punishment and then perhaps you'll be able to tell me your side of the story." I felt humiliated and held back a sob and said, "Yes ma'am." She waved me away and set to work on her computer. As I waited in the parking garage I thought about how difficult it'd become to show Ms. Berry how much I loved her and now I was being sent away for punishment by HR for something that wasn't my fault. Still I vowed to see this review through to the end so I could return soon to Ms. Berry. Perhaps if I pleased the HR director tonight she wouldn't send Ms. Berry's report around the company to the other female executives. Part 9. To: Company Female Executives Subject: Improved Harrassment Plan From: HR Director Ms. Berry has developed an improved plan to handle male sexual harassment claims which I want to bring to your attention. Up til now as you know male sex harassment claims cost the company millions. Under Ms. Berry's plan, instead of filing a sex harassment claim with the government, we use it as leverage against the male and then administer our own justice. Basically the offending male is kept at work but monitored 24/7 by a female supervisor and given increasingly heavy doses of both sex and sex punishment til he's cured of his harassment problem. This new plan is a win-win for everyone. The company avoids legal payouts. The male predator gets unlimited sex which improves his work performance. And the female executive strata acquire willing outlets to relieve their stress all within the company structure. Relieving female sexual stress, especially with men we have no control over, has been a problem in the past. Furthermore the offending male employee is monitored at a female executive's home when not at work. He signs his pay over to the female. He cleans and maintains the home. Female executives are responsible for his sex therapy. Men imagine sex constantly and the way to cure their harassment problem is to force more sex and sex punishment on them then they would normally expect. See the "stories you can read" section of www.thevalkyrie.com for advice. Executives participating in this program may pass their male around to female executive coworkers, for example, who will appreciate the diversion and thank them for being so thoughtful. Please read Ms. Berry's report on sex therapy on the female private network drive to see this solution in action and to suggest improvements to it. HR Director Part 10. Once in the HR director's house she patted my head like a trusted pet and told me to take off my clothes because it was important to duplicate the conditions Ms. Berry set in her sex therapy regimen report. She took a seat to study me, fingering my balls and hair, touching my cock. "Yes," she said, "I can immediately tell what you're thinking." My cock had begun to stiffen. "This is a vast improvement over watching male body language. I can see how this method will increase my negotiating position in all my business meetings with men." I had been reduced to an experiment. How could I ever get out of this? Maybe I could still pass her review, somehow. "Now bend over and let's get the punishment over, shall we?" The HR director pulled a small board out and swatted my rear end several times for practice. Then she let loose with several heavy swings reddening and stinging my ass cheeks and bringing tears to my face. She peered around my front at my cock and approved. She let loose with several more, stronger swings and I cried out. Turning me about to face her she stroked my now stiff cock. "Have you learned your lesson?" she said. "Yes ma'am," I said between sobs. "I'll tell you anything you ask." "You certainly will. Now get in bed, on your back, and I'll fuck you and finish my interview." I followed her dutifully to a bedroom where I hoisted myself up and into her bed while she undressed. My ass stung but there was nothing I could do about it. I spread my legs as she came over me like a storm, she took my cock firmly in her grip and rammed it into her vagina and with a grim smile began pumping me. With her hands extended to my shoulders to brace herself, her large breasts waved in my face and I lifted my head to suck her beautiful soft tit, first one til I slathered her entire breast, and then the other, sucking and licking. She moaned and I begged her to fuck me harder please and I kept sucking her tits til finally she sat upright, pulling her gorgeous breasts abruptly out of my mouth, and increased the speed of her pumping while she adjusted to a new position. My hands reached to her waist as she rode me ferociously. She exhibited no care at all for my condition but instead pounded me, on and on, til she reached her first climax, her face straining, her pace broke, she cried and stroked my face and I could feel her shudder. With her first climax passed, she picked up her pace again to pound me into the bed. Her professional detachment became apparent however as she said, while fucking me, "Now where was I? Oh yes, how often do you masturbate, little man?" In the throws of sex, her great body punishing me, my cock being pummelled by her mightiness, I could barely think straight, let alone answer questions. "OK," she said, "we'll pass that one." She had found her rhythm and was enjoying supremely her power over my body -- and my poor mind too, such as it was. "What are you trying to accomplish with your perverted exhibitionism?" she asked, adjusting her position again by leaning forward. She slapped my face back to the pillow when I tried to suck her breast dangling and waving in front of me, just out of reach. I couldn't answer her, I was in an agony of being fucked royally. "I think we'll just admit you're still uncooperative and I'll add that to my report on you, shall we?" she asked while pumping me. "Please keep fucking me, please," I cried. "Just one more thing," she added. "Didn't you want to defend yourself or something? You wanted a chance to explain your progress?" I couldn't speak at all now as her jackhammer pussy pounded me mercilessly. She smirked, her interview complete, I'd failed miserably, and she adjusted herself again to improve my thrust, and bore into me. Underneath it's hard to push back but I tried to follow her lead and her rhythm. Up and down her pussy came onto my dick and her face gripped and she cried when new spasms rocketed through her. I kept methodically pushing my dick, again and again, into her wet vagina. She nearly collapsed on me giving me a chance finally to suck her breast again and then suddenly my own explosion occured deep inside her and she rose to her third climax, shuddering, stroking me, moaning. A good minute of my pulsating cock, throwing wave after wave of cum into her, finally dwindled away, my cock deflating. She pulled herself up and out with a faint sucking noise. She patted my head again and got up. "You're a good fuck but you failed the quarterly review of your sex therapy routine. Don't worry though, I'll see you again in three months for another session. I'm sure you'll do better then, won't you?" she said, dressing into jeans and a sweater. I was still shaking. "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am. Please give me another chance anytime you and Ms. Berry want. I know I can do even better for you if you let me." Part 11. Work was going good I thought. I was getting more than my share done and I thought I was doing a quality job too. Taking my reports to various meetings I sometimes came across the offices of other female executives and in the past it was always a polite exchange -- if they noticed me at all. Things were changing however. A much older woman executive, stunningly attractive, tall, and big breasted, appeared unexpectedly when I turned a corner. My report flew from my hand and reaching way up for it in midair I instead grabbed the tall woman's breast. "I'm so sorry," I said, "but there goes my report." She didn't buy it. She pulled me by my ear back to her office, closed the door, and said, "You. You're the sex harasser we've been reading about, aren't you?" "I, I, I just need to get my report. It's right out there on the floor," I said. "I'll bet you have a hardon for me right now, don't you?" She pulled out her cell phone. "Wait. Don't report me to HR. Please," I begged. She paused like she was expecting something. I had to think fast. There was a slim chance I could avert another harassment charge if I could say the right thing. I started crying and I tilted my head way back so she, looking down, could see my contrite face clearly. "I'm sorry I couldn't help myself you're so beautiful and I've always wanted to touch breasts as big as yours. I didn't know it was wrong. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you, anything? Please tell me and I promise never to do that again." She hesitated, her cell phone went dark. "Hmmm," she said. "I can do something special to you, I mean for you, if that helps. I'm real good at relieving office stress. You don't even have to say it out loud. Just show me what you want please," I whimpered, dragging out the word please. I must be, relatively, the height a child. Maybe I could play on that. Now if I could just find her hot spot. She leaned down to me and her vast cleavage appeared like the gates of heaven had opened. She shook my chin and said, "Well yes you've been a bad little baby. Mama will have to punish you and then maybe if you promise to be good I'll let you play again. Would you like that?" "Goo goo," I said, hugging her, burying my face in her cleavage. So she locked her office door, removed her blouse letting her mammoth breasts out, stripped my clothes off me and wrapped a towel around my privates, and took a seat. "And what punishment I wonder will it be today?" she said, her eyes watching me squirm for her. While she waited for my reply she peeked into my diaper and exclaimed, "My you're getting big, aren't you." I beamed. "Thank you ma'am." Then I frowned as if I was thinking very, very hard. "Maybe after you spank me you could breast feed me?" "Is baby hungry again? So soon!" She turned me over, pulled my diapers down, and spanked me for several minutes til I started bawling. Then she pulled my diapers back up, flipped me over, undid her bra, and put my lips to her tit. "There there," she cooed. I sucked and sucked like my life depended on her. Her arm cradled me and rocked me as I slurped her huge tit and soon she let go a soft moan herself. Now my mouth opened wide to her breast, making it wet, feeling its power. But when I returned to her tit she switched me to her other breast and I repeated the process. Her soft moans increased and below me her pussy was undulating like a snake. My hands held her precious breast still and I kissed it repeatedly. Then she shook like a hurricane, presing my mouth tight to her breast. The shaking continued for several minutes and her hand reached into my diaper and gave my erect cock one squeeze. Finally, panting heavily, she began to relax. She held me tight to her breast while my lips searched for something to suckle. Everything around us stopped spinning, or so it seemed, and she lifted my small head to face her. "Is baby full now?" she asked. My smile told her yes, everything was alright, and I was indeed her baby. "And I promise not to be bad anymore either," I said. She smiled gracefully, contented and pleased with herself for nurturing her naughty baby back to being good again. We both dressed quietly. Then she opened her arms and I fell into her chest and nuzzled her giant breast and kissed it one last time. She whispered in my ear, "Now be a good baby and do what mommy says." I left her office forever grateful for both her sex and not being reported to HR. Grabbing my report strewn into a corner, I hurried back to Ms. Berry's office just in time for my afternoon dick check. Pulling my pants, she saw my dick expanding and gave me a pass. If I fail and my dick is limp like it's been out with someone else there's hell to pay so I kept my poker face on and returned to my work. The whole mommy episode though made me wonder if my new friend was already aware of the strict requirements set by Ms. Berry during my sex therapy lessons and withheld forcing herself on my erect cock on purpose. I reddened, quickly worried that female executives were learning my habits on the company's private network. The evidence was mounting that HR had published Ms. Berry's report on me, at least to the female executives. If that were true my life was going to become much, much tougher. Part 12. The company's Annual Significant Staff event was in full swing and Ms. Berry hosted a private party at her place for the female executives who shared an interest in the sex therapy treatment for male harassers. I was to serve catered finger food and drinks, naked, but soon Ms. Berry stunned me with a surprise move. "Ladies," Ms. Berry was saying, "you know the HR director and I have developed a pilot program for office sexual predators." Ms. Berry explained some highlights. Then the HR director took over and made a few announcements. She concluded saying, "Thanks for your suggestions as well. We're very interested in a web cam or sensor to rate the man's hardon as well as an app to locate suitable nearby men whenever you experience female sexual stress syndrome." There was some applause. Finally Ms. Berry made a grand gesture and pulled a curtain back to reveal me, on a pedestal, as if I were a trophy or mascot. "Here tonight is our test case, the office worker I've been writing about." My instant reaction was shame and I glared pleadingly at Ms. Berry to let me go but then it happened. Once my eyes became accustomed to the bright light shining on me I looked out at a sea of extremely tall women, most with wonderfully large breasts, and some wearing no top at all. Many were African American and Caucasian while there were also Asian, Mideast, Indian, and Latin American women too. Cheers went up for me and when I watched them I saw lust in their eyes for me. Women were heaving their breasts at me, murmuring "I will fuck you", pouting their lips at me, grinding their hips for me. A part of my brain kicked into high gear and all my other thoughts and fears suddenly seemed so distant. Ms. Berry continued, "Tonight he's due for a special punishment from all of you, or as many of you that can take turns molesting him in one evening." She began stroking my dick and I was, at the same time, fearful and uncontrollably excited. "You should pass him amongst yourselves and remember to send your pictures and messages about him to HR to include in his record as evidence of his perversion." The crowd was surging forward and already a muscular goddess was forcing her way to get closest to me as Ms. Berry finished. Then the tall goddess lifted me from the pedestal, set me down between her legs, pulled down her pants to reveal her thatch, and commanded me to lick her to heaven. As I set to work kissing and rubbing her strong clit I could hear the party resume although with a new kinky twist. The bronze, black haired goddess resumed chatting with her associates and sipping at a drink while one hand pushed my face up and down on her vagina. The evening continued in this manner. Women of all ages and ethnicities pushing each other aside to spend perhaps fifteen minutes apiece forcing a variety of sex acts upon me. I was passed to a woman with enormous breasts, a modified crew cut, and the letters "Lez" tattooed on her neck. She immediately pulled her tank top down and smashed my face into her tit, exclaiming, "Look everyone, can you believe it, I'm nursing." There was laughter from her friends as she held my lips tight to her tit and demanded I suck. Lez continued drinking and socializing while she held me tight to her breast, cradling me in her free arm. "And I didn't even know I was pregnant," she laughed to her friends. I sucked her giant tit, playing it back and forth repeatedly with my tongue, pulling it in and pushing it out. I widened my reach to her huge breast, licking and kissing, always returning to her tit. After several minutes she stopped talking so much and rocked me gently, set her drink down, and moved my eager lips to her other breast. I suspect she moaned several times under her breath and I sucked as long as she permitted. She eventually dropped me and before the next female executive grabbed at me I had a moment to realize how much a sex toy I was here among the towering women. On the floor at their feet, seeing extremely long legs, pussy, tits and even muscles everywhere when I looked up and around, my eyes darted from body to body trying to decide who I wanted to molest me next. Some were clicking pictures of me and sending messages to HR about my perversions but now I didn't care. Between some heads, far up and across the room, I saw Ms. Berry and I started to call her when a firm grip came about my waist and lifted me, carrying me to my bedroom, the sex therapy room, the one without a door. Two tall, busty, slender naked black women secured my arms and legs to the bed. Then one sat on my cock, driving her pussy into it, and started fucking me. The other sat on my face, mashing her pussy to my lips, and started gyrating. I began licking the clit at my face while the other lady continued fucking my cock. Soon both of them began to moan. As one reached her orgasm she was replaced with a new woman. When the other climaxed she too was replaced. I soon lost count of the replacements as my hips kept thrusting my cock up into a new woman and my lips kept eating new pussy. After some time as the newest lady rode my cock I couldn't take it anymore, moaned horribly, and flooded her with warm pulsing cum. She climaxed with me, crying and shaking, collapsing on the back of the woman I was eating. After the lady at my mouth came they untied me and left the room, chattering between themselves. I was spent. I had nothing more to give. My legs were wobbly. I was soaked in sweat and not just my own. Then Ms. Berry appeared and I looked eagerly to her but my hopes of some kind of approval were dashed. She stuck the full serving tray into my hands and told me I was late and I'd better get to work now. Serving food and drinks to the female executives who'd been so intent on screwing me earlier in the evening but now just abused me as I went from lady to lady all made me choke and cry inside. A tear formed in my eye at one point bringing Lez to shout out, "Hey look everyone the dick is going girly on us." Part 13. I dreamed again they got me stinking drunk, committed various obscene sex acts on me, and then gave me to a just-hired female executive in a faraway city as one of her perks. I woke with a hardon and the whole dream made me scared that I'd be leaving Ms. Berry. Later that morning I asked Ms. Berry to fuck me hard please but, at her breakfast table drinking coffee, she said not now and then, after petting my cock for a bit, she told to me to jack myself off for her entertainment with a stern warning that I'd better be hard for her that evening. There I stood while she checked her email tugging at my dick. It was thick and long and my hand worked feverishly, up and down, for many minutes, til I bent over, breathing heavy, spurting cum for her. Now I was weak and ragged and Ms. Berry smiled at her immense power over me and then signaled me to come near her seat with her index finger and finally, on my lips, gave me a rare kiss. end