The training day

'This is file number 3994, miss Levin, Sandra Jane. Is that right?' - asked the protocol substitute.

'It is so' - nodded the young lady absently glancing beyond the papery light peach curtains.

'And you've been forwarding the request of a special training in...'

'Well, shouldn't you know it... already?'

The substitute sneered impercetibly - 'Sure, m'am' - then he moved to his desk, breaking the dust of the office. He sat not saying a word and he began to flip through some papers of no account. He raised his eyes to the girl and he started peening.
The girl couldn't stand his annoying, bureaucratic look, that tasted of rusty varnished shelves and dusty archives.

'Good, I shouldn't be here' and she stepped to the door.

'Not so fast, madam'

'What do you...'

'Your request has been accepted and everything is arranged for you. I just need your signature here' -he gave her pen and a fully stamped sheet of paper.
'You're now authorized to be trained'.

The girl stood still holding her breath.
'Ok, ok. When is it supposed to start?'

'Well, Miss Levin, it has actually started already'

'Wait. What do you mean? I just came here to inquire about my request, I mean, I payed the ammission fee and you haven't been in touch since...'

The voice of the substitute raised with a forced kindness tune.
'And you're asked to settle the remaining 3.000 at the end of the training. Now please undress and wait here for the training officers'

Sandra couldn't say a word while the substitute walked towards her.
'Please, make yourself at ease' he smiled.

She began to undo the buttons of her coarse woollen coat as he stopped her hands.
'The signature, Miss Levin'. When he had the signature done he left the room gently closing the door.
Sandra had been pondering over her decision many times during the last weeks and her doubts about it grew day after day. She cursed the day, the hour and the second when she submitted the request for the training. She knew it was expensive and she knew she had a few chances to be admitted. Just one part of her, a stupid, dumb, silly part of her convinced her to do it.
She'd rather go home, cook a couple of eggs, have a salad and go shopping. But she was admitted, she was there, she was almost naked.
She hesitated when unbuttoning her bra, her hands shaked and she was cold. That stupid, dumb, silly part of her made her drop the bra and panties down.

After waiting ten or fifteen minutes the door suddenly opened. Two men, corporate suit, black hooded, burst in the room and grasped her arms.
They pushed her into a file and handcuffed her raised arms on it.

Sandra was quite scared 'I'm sorry, I changed my mind, it's ok, I want to quit', she gasped, but the men went on doing their job. One of the two pushed the desk to the file and the other lifted Sandra's body with no apparent effort.

Sandra lied naked on the desk, her hands handcuffed to the file, her white skin thrilled and her nipples with no aureola stood strong like two red towers in a white desert.

The first training officer tied the telephone cable around the table ad her breast, one, two times, so that her nipples ended caught and pinched in between.

He tightened the knot and it was there that Sandra's pussy kept perspiring as she never did before.
The second training officer could catch a small stream flowing down from her labia while he opened her legs. The first trainer said deep voice:
'Close your eyes. If you open we are blindfolding you'.

She did as ordered and after a few seconds she felt something hard and strong get into her body. The penis found no resistance as she was completely wet.

'No, please!' She said. She thought she had a boyfriend who loved her and considered her a kind of fairy queen. He didn't know she was so dirty to choose to come here and she didn't know too. Now she had a large cock inside of her and she was having a pleasure she couldn't even imagine.
As the man began to move his penis she arched her back in order to have her clit more exposed.
Her nipples were pulsating for pleasure, her body was all a thrill, her arousal preyed on her, but despite of all this she found the ridiculous strenght to say something.

'Please let me go...'

Instead of an answer she got another cock pushing on her lips. She opened her mouth and began to suck it deep into her throath.
Her vagina narrowed and released embracing its guest, she felt her nipples pitched and stretched by someone's fingers and she had another member moving in and out her mouth. She tickled and licked its peak and she raised her chest to make the knots thightening harder around the nipples.

What it happened next was a flow of pleasure that rose up to an outstanding series of orgasms that drove her to tears.

Her body relaxed as she felt the two men move away from her body, but she was still on and she had another spontaneus orgasm, with a tiny spurt coming out her vagina.

She eventually opened her eyes and she was strongly surprised when she noticed that the room was full of men and women; some of them had cameras and they started to take pictures.

She should have been embarassed, she thought, but instead she felt her arousal wake up again.

'Come on -she said- I'm naked and tied, do you need some suggestions?'

In a few minutes Sandra's body was covered by hands, fingers, lips, tongues: on her harms, on her belly, on her nipples, on her neck and between her legs. She smiled and loudly panted, then she closed her eyes again; she new what would have happened. In a short time she felt a new cock knoking her lips. She eagerly opened and started tu suck. The only thing was...

The shape of that penis had something familiar.
No... It couldn't be.
She opened her eyes and met her boyfriend's glance. Her naked body, her white skin was covered by a crowd of moving hands, she gazed at him but she couldn't help panting. She was madly excited and ashamed at the same time.

He looked sweetly to her.

'Don't worry babe -he said- I'm settling the 3.ooo with pleasure'