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Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 01

By: sex4every1



I had been unemployed for eighteen months; due to the recession my previous employer decided to downsize and because I was 41 at the time, I was amongst the first to go. Finding another job at my age, considering the economic climate, was a nearly impossible task. My husband is a hard worker but his salary just wasn't enough to get us by, so we had been nibbling at our savings, which were now running out. While working some crummy temp jobs to get us by, I applied for dozens of positions with my spruced up resume, all in vain. Even though I had already considerably lowered my standards, I remained frustratingly unsuccessful. However, one Thursday, while returning from yet another botched interview, I found an unusual ad in a three-day old paper: Smithers & Hall, a consultancy firm, was looking for a "secretary/slut" to handle their paperwork, incoming phone calls and "other secretarial duties". Although a bit dodgy and questionable to say the least, I was in no position to be picky and since the address was on my way home, I decided to go and have a quick look.

To my surprise the address led me to a brand new office building in a upright neighborhood; I walked into the lobby and read the information board: Smithers & Hall was on the sixth floor of a nineteen story building. When I arrived on the sixth floor, a series of arrows led me to a backwater part of the floor, where I was greeted by a receptionist named Becky who asked me how she could of assistance. Convinced I was in the wrong place, I hesitantly mentioned the ad. She smiled and as she looked me up and down, she whispered:"Interesting."

"What is?" I asked.

"Never mind." she smiled as she stepped into a nearby empty office and invited me in. After closing the door, she said:"The ad has been running for the better part of a year now and I've interviewed hundreds of applicants so far, but none of them were suitable for the position; so you'll have to excuse my rather rough and direct interviewing technique, but it saves me a lot of time!"

"Ok." I said, not sure what to expect here.

"First of all: the actual secretarial duties are easy: answering phones, filing stuff, keeping schedules etc., anyone with half a brain can do those tasks; it's the slut part of the job that's the stumbling block for most applicants!"

So it wasn't a typo, I thought to myself, apprehensive about what was to follow.

"This is a high-stress environment: the men working here usually don't have the time for a wife, family or even a girlfriend... and the ones that do, need some diversion once in a while: this is where you and I come in. The most important part of the job is to sexually please the men anyway they require: letting them grope you, giving out hand- and blowjobs, letting them fuck you or simply sitting still while they fling their cum on you."

Looking at her watch, she said:"There you go, that's the job in a nutshell... I will give you some time to think about it; duty calls, but I shouldn't be more than five or six minutes, if you're still here when I get back, we'll take it from there. By the way, this is what you'd be making a month." she said, scribbling down a number on a piece of paper. She put down the note in front of me and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. When I looked at the piece of paper, I couldn't believe my eyes: it was more than I had ever made in my career: this was seven months of temp jobs worth! 

The slut part of the job was a little scary to say the least, but to be honest, I had always lived a promiscuous life. I had cheated on my husband more times than I could count -- I still did -- and there was little or nothing I hadn't done or wasn't willing to try, so I figured this wouldn't be an insurmountable problem. Off course, doing it on demand and getting paid for it, would make me a whore -- nothing more, nothing less, no matter what the title said - but even this didn't scare me off. In fact, referring to myself as whore made me a little horny.

Not more than six minutes later, Becky poked her head in to see if I was still there; she was clearly --pleasantly -- surprised to see me sitting there, waiting patiently for her to return. She walked in, rubbing a hanky over some fresh cum stains on her jacket and said:"Good, you're still here."

"Yes." I said. "So what's next?"

"If you pass the inspection, you sign the contract and you're hired; however, first I'll walk you through the rules which are not included within your contract, for obvious legal reasons:

1)You will exclusively wear skirts, no longer than 5 inches above the knees, accompanied by high heels and either a silk blouse or, weather permitting, a halter top; you are free in your choice of underwear, nylon stocking are allowed, but not encouraged as they hinder access;

2)You will be polite, obedient and submissive at all times, unless told otherwise;

3)You will provide sexual relief to all male staff members wherever, however and whenever they ask; occasionally you may be required to provide your services to suppliers, potential clients etc.;

4)You are allowed to give yourself sexual relief at any moment during work hours, as long as it does not conflict with any of the aforementioned rules;

"Do you understand these rules?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing to abide by these rules while working here?"

"Yes."

"Excellent, then I think we're done here. That leaves us with the inspection: this part is quite demeaning, but it's nothing compared to what you'll be doing once hired; so take off your clothes, all of them please." she said as she walked out the room for just a minute, leaving the door open. I slowly undressed, still having a hard time with all of this. It wasn't until I was completely naked, standing there in an unfamiliar environment, that I fully realized what I was doing: it felt strange but also a little arousing.

Several minutes later, Becky pushed the door open further and said:"Follow me."

As I walked -- completely naked -- beside her down the corridor, she said:"This is the last part of the interview, all the men will evaluate you in their own way, however they see fit: if you pass this test, you're hired!"

"This is David's office." Becky said before opening the door and walking in. I followed her in and felt very self-aware, standing butt naked, about to be graded by a complete stranger.

"Hi." David said, coming out from behind his desk.

"Hello sir." I said, remembering the rules. As he looked me up and down and walked around me, he said:"Polite, nice figure, big tits -- a little saggy, just the way I like 'm -- she'll do." as he returned to his chair.

"Ok." Becky said. "Onto the next."

We walked out and headed over to the next office and walked in through the open door.

"Brian, this is Maya." Becky said. "Maya, Brian."

Without getting up from behind his desk, he said:" Turn around and bend over hon."

I did as I was told.

"Do you take it up the ass, Maya?"

"Yes sir." I replied truthfully.

"She'll do." he said.

Becky tapped my shoulder, indicating that I could get up again and we walked out.

"Two down, four to go." Becky said as we walked across the hall to the next office.

"This is Hendry. He's a real jerk... which makes pleasing him all the more fun!" Becky whispered.

My cunt tingled after hearing her talk like that.

Hendry looked up for behind his computer screen and said:"Ah, the new slut."

He got up, walked over to Becky and whispered:"On your knees."

As Becky obediently sunk to her knees, he turned his head to me and said:"Well Maya, tell us a bit about yourself: are you married?"

"Yes sir." I said as I saw Becky fishing out his erection and taking it in her mouth.

"You ever cheat on your husband?"

"Yes sir." I replied.

"Does he know?"

"No sir." I replied truthfully.

As Becky was bobbing her head up and down his large shaft, he asked:"You like cheating on him?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent. You're pretty old, but you're in reasonable shape, except for those saggy tits. I like married cheating women." he said, as he grabbed Becky's head and roughly fucked her mouth for a little bit, then pulled out and jerked off right in her face! It was a really big load, at least five thick strands -- as far as I could count -- and some residual drops; she happily closed her eyes, opened her mouth enthusiastically and let it happen.

After pulling up his pants, he said:"Welcome aboard Maya."

Realizing that this was our queue to disappear, we headed out of his office; in the corridor Becky scooped some cum out of her eye socket and whispered:"I've gotta go clean up." and headed towards what I could only assume were the bathrooms.

"Hang on, I'm coming with you." I said, as I felt pretty moist between my legs. As she headed in first, she half turned towards me and said:"He IS a jerk isn't he?"

I smiled and said:"Yes, but I don't mind... I can't remember a time I've been so damn horny!"

As Becky used the left sink to splash some water in her face, I went to the right one and used a few paper napkins from the dispenser to clean up the moisture between my legs.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked.

"About four years now." she said.

"Does it ever get old?"

"Not really, there is more than enough variation to keep a girl happy... you'll see." Becky replied, with a sly grin on her face. After cleaning up, I followed her towards the next office.

"This is Carter's office. I think you're going to like him." she smiled. As soon as we walked in, I realized what she meant; behind the desk was a tall, impressive black man. He stopped what he was doing as soon as he saw us come in, smiled and walked over to us. Walking around me several times, he evaluated me like a piece of meat, gently poking my ass, my tits; eventually he stopped right in front of me, caressed the right side of my face and whispered:"She'll do fine... just fine." It was like being at a slave-market; god, it was such a turn-on!

As we walked out of his office, Becky smiled at me and used both index fingers to suggest the size of his dick: a solid 10 inches! I smiled and as I followed her to the next office, I caught myself really wishing that I would get this job.

After poking her head into the next office for a second, Becky said:"Well, I know Donald is in and I know he's not in a meeting, so he's probably whacking off in the bathroom again... no matter, we'll get to him later, let's go into Jerry's office first: he's the CEO and probably the most important one you need to convince."

Just before entering, she continued:"He's 57 so he's not that much of a hassle, but he's got a kink for girl-on-girl porn and lesbians, so I've got a feeling that -- if he approves of you -- we'll be burying our faces in each other's snatches on a regular basis!"

What? What did she say? That was so unfair of her to put that image in my mind just before we entered Jerry's office; I was completely turned on! I did my best to calm myself as I offered my naked body for inspection to yet another perfect stranger. 

"Sir, this is Maya... she's applying for the secretary/slut vacancy."

Jerry glanced over at me and got up. He was pretty good-looking for a 57-year old geezer, although the stark white hair was a bit of a put off.

"Good." he said as he used one hand to unbutton Becky's blouse; she remained motionless and just looked at his hands.

"So you like sex?" he asked as he reached in Becky' open blouse and ripped off one of the cups of her bra, slowly and deliberately, dropping the piece of fabric on the floor and grabbing her exposed tit, squeezing it roughly. Becky closed her eyes and did her best to hide her enjoyment, but it was clear that this was making her -- and me -- horny. 

"Yes sir." I replied, trying to focus on the inspection part, instead of Becky's naked tit. After manhandling Becky's tit for a few more seconds, he walked over to me and groped my two tits, saying:"Big, saggy..." then rolled my nipples between his fingers and continued:"Large sensitive nipples, very good."

Then he lowered his right hand and put it between my legs, feeling around my bush and quickly locating my wet entrance. "Some of that hair will have to go Maya, I like my secretaries nicely trimmed... Becky, show her yours so she knows what I mean."

"Yes sir." she said as she reached under her skirt, pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.

While she raised her skirt to expose her naked cunt, Jerry shoved a finger up mine!

"You see what I mean?" Jerry asked as he put a second finger in me and started moving in and out. I turned my head towards Becky and nearly came when I saw her standing there, her panties rolled up on the floor in front of her feet, holding her skirt with both hands to expose her crotch to us and her blouse hanging open with one tit obscenely dangling out of her torn bra. I stared at Becky's cunt, which was neatly trimmed except for a very thin line directly above her cunt.

As he kept fingering me roughly, Jerry asked:"Can you trim yours to look like that Maya?"

"Yes sir." I whispered.

"What was that, I didn't quite get that?" he asked loudly as he increased the pace and power of his fingering.

"Ye... yes ssir" I shouted, half moaning, now writhing against his fingers.

"Good, then as far as I am concerned you're hired!" he said, as he redrew his fingers, leaving me unfulfilled and completely vulnerable. I looked at Becky, who was still holding up her skirt in the lewdest of ways. Even when Jerry returned to his seat, sat down and started reading a letter, she didn't move or lower her skirt; she obviously knew better than that, so I remained still as well, which wasn't easy, considering the heartless fingering I'd just gotten.

We stayed like that for almost two minutes, until he finally said -- without looking up I might add:"Dismissed ladies." Becky lowered her skirt, picked up her panties and the piece of torn bra fabric and walked out. I followed her and closed the door behind me. As she buttoned up her blouse again, she whispered:"God, the old fart got me all wet again!"

"He got you wet? My cunt is sopping!"

Becky smiled and said:"Better get used to it girl! Giving you an orgasm is not exactly high on their list of priorities; if you wanna get off, most days, you'll need to do it yourself... speaking of which: I've gotta take care of this itch or I'll be useless the rest of the day."

"Care to join me?" she added as she headed towards the bathrooms.

"Sure." I eagerly replied as I followed her.

We entered the ladies room and as she entered the first of three stalls, I headed towards the second stall.

Becky looked at me quizzically and said:"I thought you wanted to join me." as she held the door open.

"Oh, I thought... I didn't..." I stuttered as I turned and walked into her stall, feeling slightly embarrassed for having misunderstood her.

"We might as well get familiar with each other's bodies, right?" Becky whispered, as she undid her short skirt and let it slide onto the floor. She then unbuttoned her blouse and undid her bra -- what was left of it -- dropping them both on the floor. Except for her high heels, she was now as naked as I was. I stared at her gorgeous, 27-year old body, which had all the right curves and no imperfections whatsoever. 

"My god, you're beautiful." I whispered as I reached out and traced my fingers along her perfect breasts. She gasped and closed her eyes as her body reacted by giving her goose bumps all over.

"So sensitive!" I added as I continued tracing my fingers along her arms, belly, loins, neck and back. She responded by putting her hands on my tits, gently squeezing them and saying:"There so big and..."

As she stopped mid-sentence, I whispered:"Say it. I don't mind."

"Saggy." she added.

As my nipples got hard almost immediately, she smiled and said:"Mmmm, you don't mind at all apparently."

I giggled and said:"You know what's strange: I couldn't stand it if my husband said something like that; yet, this is the third time you guys have called my tits saggy and it just makes me hornier every time!"

Becky smiled and said:"That's because you're a bit of a slut, aren't you?"

"Let's get on with it, shall we?" I smiled as I cupped her crotch and used my middle finger to find her entrance, then inserted two fingers. She moaned and did the same to me. A few seconds later, we were plunging our fingers in each other's love tunnels, moaning and writhing against the wooden walls of the stall. Becky reached out with her free hand, found my clit and started diddling it. I reciprocated and a feverish battle ensued as we tried to bring the other person to orgasm as quickly as possible. After several glorious minutes of moaning and trashing around, Becky said:"Let's finish this!" and slowly squatted down. I followed suit, feeling her fingers probing deeper and deeper in my tunnel while I felt less and less resistance around my fingers, jamming them deeper into her cunt. By the time we were both completely squatted, we were ready to explode!

Barely a few seconds later, we started to orgasm almost simultaneously and although I didn't have many inhibitions left after that inspection, I started off by moaning as quietly as possible. Becky's total lack for discretion was contagious however, and so I quickly started screaming my lungs out and trashing against the wooden walls along with her, making the entire stall wobble. Empowered by our mutual pleasure, we further increased the rate of diddling each other and tried to cram our fingers even deeper into each other; needless to say, our orgasms were absolutely spectacular!

After what seemed like six or seven minutes, we finally let up and redrew our fingers, both of sitting down on the cold tiled floor, catching our breath and giving our cunts some rest.

"I am going to enjoy working here." I whispered while catching my breath.

"I bet." Becky smiled. "I am just glad they finally hired another slut."

My worn out cunt tingled when she said that. 

"When I started here, it was just Jerry, Carter and Hendry... three cocks I can handle, but now there's six of them and they seem to be getting hornier with each passing month, so no matter how much I like sex, I am sure glad we've got another set of holes around here now!"

"Stop with the nasty talk." I grimaced as I felt another contraction in my cunt.

Becky laughed.

Suddenly we heard the door to the ladies room open. "Becky?" a male voice asked.

"That's Donald." she mouthed to me.

"Yes sir?"

"I figured it was you howling in here..."

"I was just showing Maya around, getting her acquainted with her new work environment, sir."

"Maya, the new girl. Is she in there with you?"

"Yes sir, we were just on our way to see you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes sir."

"Then why don't we perform the inspection right here?" he said, as we heard him lock the outside door. Becky got up and unlocked the stall door, but before she could push it open, Donald said:"No, stay in there and lock the door."

Becky complied and as we looked at each other puzzled, Donald asked:"You girls naked?"

"Yes sir." Becky said. "Why, is there anything we can do for you?" she continued in a soft, seductive tone.

"Yes, slide your cunt under the door so I can fuck you." he said as I heard the distinct sound of a zipper. Becky slid on her ass towards the door, moving her legs outside of the stall until everything below her bellybutton was outside of the stall. I got up and sat down on toilet seat behind her, watching curiously.

"Like this sir?" Becky asked.

Donald didn't answer, instead her penetrated her roughly and started fucking her, rocking her body back and forth, moving it a few centimeters up and down with each of his thrusts. Becky grabbed my ankles and whispered:"Oh god."


Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 01



He was really pounding into her; I could hear their skin slapping together and I could see Becky twisting and squirming; she was clearly enjoying herself. When she opened her eyes about twenty seconds into their fucking, she whispered:"Let me lick you!"

Surprised, but horny enough to go along, I knelt down, putting a knee on either side of her face, slowly pressing down my wet pussy onto her face. She started licking and sucking, even jamming her tongue inside of me; a clear sign of how horny she was. Deciding Donald could maybe use some extra persuasion, I slowly lowered myself on top of Becky's body and wedged my head between her body and the bottom of the stall door. Luckily, there was still plenty of room left -- at least a couple of centimeters -- for some maneuvering. When Donald saw my head appearing from under the door, he started pounding Becky even harder -- probably realizing that she had her head between my legs. I squirmed and wriggled down further until my mouth was only a couple of centimeters away from his cock.

"You want a taste, honey?" Donald asked, pulling his dick out of Becky and pushing it against my face. I opened my mouth and gulped his hard member down, sucking it energetically, determined to convince this last guy to hire me. About twenty seconds later, he pulled out of my mouth and mercilessly rammed his cock back into Becky, who started screaming between my legs, no doubt approaching another climax. Unfortunately for her, she would never reach it as Donald suddenly pulled out and started jerking off furiously, aiming for my face. I opened my mouth and hung my tongue out as obscenely as I knew how, tilting my head sideways so he could see how nasty I was acting. 

"Take it bitch, take it!" he groaned as he splattered his big load all over my face as well as Becky's stomach and thighs. Without wiping it off, he stuffed his cock back down his trousers and got up, only to squat back down five seconds later and whisper:"Move your face five centimeters to the left, hon."

I knew what he wanted: I repositioned my cheek to the left so it was in a puddle of cum -- which had formed on Becky's belly. "Good, now the other cheek." he said. I lifted my face up two centimeters, turned my head and put my other cheek down in his sticky cum.

"Beautiful! As far as I am concerned, you're hired." he said and walked out of the ladies room.

I dismounted Becky's face and crawled out of the stall completely, stumbling towards the sink. She got up and opened the door, picked up her clothes and joined me at the adjacent sink. Just as I opened the faucet and was about to splash some water in my face, Becky said:"Wait... can I see?"

I turned to face her, keeping my eyes shut. "You look gorgeous with cum on your face!" she whispered, as she ran her finger across my cheek and then put it in her mouth. While she meticulously studied every speck of cum on my face and in my hair, she cleaned her finger thoroughly with her tongue.

After getting cleaned up, we walked back to the office where my clothes were. While I got dressed, Becky went to get some papers for me to sign. "Welcome aboard, I am usually in by eight, so I'll see you bright and early tomorrow morning." she said as I signed the last page of the contract.

"Tomorrow, you'll just follow me around and observe, so you get some insights in how everything works around here. Starting Monday, we'll put you in full rotation." she added as she walked me to the elevator.

I walked out of the building with a huge smile and my face and went on a shopping spree to expand my wardrobe -- I didn't have that many miniskirts or silk blouses -- before going home. When hubby came in around 5.30, I was still so excited about my new job that I gave him a handjob on the couch while I told him the good news -- obviously keeping him in the dark about the exact nature of my new duties. It had been a while since I had drained him -- in any way -- so it came as no surprise that he flung a massive amount of cum all over the living room, drenching me as well as the couch, the floor, the coffee table and the carpet. 

Later that evening, I asked hubby to fuck me like a dog in the kitchen. Homework, I told myself...



Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 02



I was excited to start my first official day. Hubby was up for some early morning sex, but I turned him down, although I was more than primed. I wanted to save myself for my new bosses.

When I arrived at the office around 8.20, I took off my long overcoat, anxious to show off my short black skirt and silk blouse to Becky, but I soon realized she had other things on her mind. When I saw her squirming in her chair with her eyes closed, I walked to the front of the open desk and saw Brian sitting on his knees, his head between Becky's naked thighs -- her skirt and panties lying next to her chair -- licking her snatch and wanking his own fat cock. Startled, but reminding myself that this was part of the job, I walked to my chair and sat down, browsing through the papers and files on my desk, pretending to understand what I was reading. Becky briefly opened her eyes, turned to look at me and gave me a head nod. I smiled and returned the nod.

As she closed her eyes and focused on enjoying herself again, I did my best to go back to my reading, but Becky's moaning was more than just a little distracting. Shortly afterwards, Carter walked in and said good morning, smiled at me, glanced under the desk to see what was going on and walked over to Becky's right hand side -- I was sitting on her left. He unzipped his pants and hung his half-hard cock out as he reached into Becky's blouse and grabbed her tit, pulled it out of her bra and blouse and just let it hang there, as he started jerking his cock, aiming at her naked boob.

When he was fully erect, he gently grabbed Becky's head and pushed his huge cock head against her lips; she instinctively opened up and allowed him to slide his pole in before closing her mouth and bobbing her head up and down. I gave up on trying to pretend to read all together and just enjoyed the spectacle. Suddenly there was moaning coming from under the desk, so I leaned back to take a peek. Brian's wanking had increased; he was getting close! Becky grabbed Carter's cock, taking it out of her mouth -- knowing she'd need to focus on getting Brian off in the next couple of seconds -- and clenched her thighs together, trapping his head and no doubt cutting off his air supply. Pushing the tip of her tongue against her upper lip -- as a sign of concentration -- she continued to wank off Carter as she steadily increased the pressure she was exerting with her thighs. Becky knew what she was doing: barely a few seconds later, Brian started screaming between her thighs and started cumming all over the carpet. Becky smiled as she felt him spasming between her thighs and clenched even harder, finishing him off. About twenty seconds later, when his screaming and shuddering had subsided, she opened her legs again -- causing Brian to loudly and desperately gasp for air -- and turned her full attention back to Carter. She swallowed his cock again, bobbing her head up and down frantically. In the mean time, a well-satisfied Brian collapsed in between our two chairs; I looked down and admired the huge load of thick cum on the carpet as well as Becky's moisture all over his face.

Carter suddenly took hold of his cock, pulled out and shot a big glob of cum on Becky's exposed boob; he didn't scream, moan, shudder or even blink as he emptied his nuts onto her tit. Once empty, he just zipped up and walked towards his office, not even giving her another look. Becky smiled at me, took her skirt and panties and said:"I'll be in the bathroom."

While I was looking at Becky, I felt something brushing against my arm; when I looked down, I noticed Brian -- who was getting back on his feet -- had wiped his cock off on my forearm, leaving a thin line of cum behind spread out over five or six centimeters.

"Sorry hon." he said. "I know you're not in rotation yet, but I don't have a tissue on me." as he zipped up and walked away. "No problem sir." I whispered as I stared at my arm, feeling my cunt quiver spontaneously.

Becky returned about two minutes later, fully dressed and all freshened up. She sat down at her desk and said:"So finally we have chance to talk... good morning."

"Good morning." I smiled.

"So, you'll be happy to hear that our IT supplier will be installing your computer today; they'll be here around 11... until then, I'll walk you through the calendar, our filing system and your administrative tasks, because there is also some paper work to be done." she said with a grin. 

For the next half an hour, Becky discussed all of the internal processes such as the mail and the filing system in great detail. Suddenly her phone rang; Carter's name appeared on the display.

"Yes sir." was all she said.

"Let's go." she said after putting down the phone. "This should be very educational."

We walked over to his office, she knocked and walked in.

"Would you mind if Maya observed, sir?" she asked.

"Not at all, come on in." Carter replied, closing some files on his laptop.

I closed the door behind us as Becky walked to the center of the room, hands folded together in front of her, as if she had been called into the principal's office. "How can I be of service, sir?"

Carter got up, unzipped his pants and said:"Pull up your skirt and get on your back."

Becky rolled up her skirt and squatted down, then laid down on her back, her hands resting next to her, palms down. Carter took off his shoes, pants, socks and shorts and kneeled down between her legs, pushing them apart as far as they would go.

"Keep quiet, not a peep!" he warned her strictly.

Forcefully he grabbed her panties and -- holding the delicate fabric in his clenched fists -- ripped them apart, causing Becky's body to move up just a bit from the sheer force. Leaving her ruined panties on her stomach and inner leg, he took his massive cock and shoved it into her in one solid push. Becky closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, but didn't utter a sound; as Carter began ramming his cock in and out of her willingly submissive cunt, her fingers clawed at the floor -- which was pointless, considering they were hardwood floors. I'd never seen anything quite this lewd: no foreplay whatsoever, Becky's unwavering obedience and the cruelty with which he forbad her from moaning. He wasn't even lusting after her; he was just ramming, giving his cock the friction it craved. This went for several minutes, after which he pulled out -- again without warning and said:"On your hands and knees!" Becky turned around and got on all fours, positioning her ass right in front of his massive, moist cock.

Carter didn't miss a beat and grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling her cunt over his cock as easily as if he was putting on a glove; he started thrusting again almost immediately, forcing Becky to take him much deeper than in their previous position. Not being allowed to scream or even moan, Becky had to let her face do all the talking, and considering how contorted it was, I'd say he was doing a damn good job! He pounded into her for another couple of minutes, before slapping her on her ass, saying:"On your back and pull up your legs."

Becky turned around again, got on her back and hiked her arms under her legs, pulling them up to her chest, providing Carter -- and me -- with unobstructed view -- and access -- to her ass and cunt.

He aimed his massive, throbbing cock at her pussy again and rammed the whole thing in there, driving Becky nearly insane. Grabbing her feet with both hands, he used them to rock her body on the rhythm of his fucking, plunging his cock in so deep with every thrust, that Becky started orgasming, right then and there. Not giving a damn about her pleasure, Carter choose that particular moment to cum and pulled out, shooting a copious amount of gooey cock cream all over her pussy, ass and butt cheeks. Breathing fast and shallow and keeping her eyes clenched shut -- trying to cope with her botched orgasm -- Becky remained in that position until he got up and said:"That'll be all Becky!"

Naked from the waist down, he walked over to his chair and sat down.

"Take this file over to Hendry, will ya." he said.

Becky stumbled to her feet, pulled her skirt down and grabbed her torn panties, then walked over to Carter's desk to take the designated file and whispered:"Off course sir."

I followed her as she walked out of the office, still a little woozy. As I closed the door behind us, she leaned against the wall, relaxing for a second as she let out a deep sigh.

"Oh my god!" I whispered, thinking maybe she wanted to talk about what had just happened.

As it turned out, she didn't: after taking a few more seconds to unwind, she stood up straight, threw her ripped panties in a nearby trash can and walked over the Hendry's office. Not wanting to be left alone in the hallway, I followed her in and looked at her as she walked up to Hendry's desk to hand over the file, saying:"Carter asked me to drop this off, sir."

Hendry took his sweet time taking the file from her, eyeing her and me up and down several times before he reached out and took the file. "You look fucked Becky." he stated bluntly.

"Yes sir." Becky replied. "Carter just did me."

"Show me." he said, throwing the file somewhere on his desk.

Becky put her hands on her thighs and used her fingers to wrinkle the fabric of her skirt up until her pussy was showing; Hendry gawked at it for several seconds and then said:"You look like a slut, Becky."

"Yes sir." Becky said, holding her skirt up and staring plainly in front of her.

"You look like a filthy slut."

"Yes sir."

"That's what you are, isn't it Becky, say it."

"Yes sir, I am a filthy fucking slut: fucking and getting cummed on, is all I am good for!" she exclaimed, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear.

After gawking at her for another three seconds, he said:"Dismissed." and focused his attention back on his work. Becky pulled her skirt down again and turned to walk away. When I turned to leave as well, Hendry said:"You..."

I knew he was addressing me, so I turned and reacted politely:"Yes sir?"

"Why are you in my office?" he asked.

"I am following Becky around sir; it's my first day and I..."

Not interested in my explanation, he rudely interrupted me:"Next time you're in my office, you'd better be showing some tit or cunt, are we clear?"

"Perfectly clear sir." I hesitantly replied.

He looked back down at his desk, prompting both of us to leave.

After walking back to our desks, Becky said:"I'll go and clean up, and then we'll go over the accounting program together." "Can you hold the fort for a while?" she asked rhetorically as she reached into her drawer and took out a fresh pair of panties as well as a rather large transparent dildo. Part of me wanted to follow her, but I decided against it, seeing how I wasn't invited. Keeping myself busy for the next twenty minutes wasn't particularly easy, as my mind kept wandering off to what Becky was doing that time!

When she came back out, her face was more than a little flushed and she had a large smile on her face. She sat down and put her dildo back in her drawer, saying:"Ok, let's get started." I rolled my chair closer to hers and watched as she started explaining their accounting program. After thirty minutes or so, a guy came in, pushing a cart with a computer and a flat screen on it, along with some cables and boxes.

"Hi Ron." Becky said.

"Hi Becky. Where do you want this?"

"Right there." Becky said, pointing at the far side of my desk. "This is Maya, my new colleague."

"Cool." Ron said as he smiled and stared at my rack for a few seconds.

After stepping back and taking a brief look at the floor beneath our desks, Ron said:"That might be a problem; there's no power outlet and no network connection over there."

"So, what do we do?" Becky asked.

"I can either use extension cords, but that'll leave wires lying around, or..."

"Or?"

"I could open up the floor tile right next to your computer, extend power and network from there and come up with the cables right next to where her computer is going to be; it's a little more work, but it's more practical and a lot cleaner."

"Fine, go for it. Do you need us to move?" Becky asked.

Ron squatted down, bending his head under the desk and said:"Nah, I'll be fine" as he stared at our legs.

So while Becky kept explaining the accounting principles and how to work their program, Ron got under the desks, lifted two floor tiles and started tinkering with the connections from and to Becky's computer. Instinctively I closed my legs, realizing that he'd be able to see up my skirt if he wanted to; Becky however didn't move; her feet were about thirty centimeters apart, offering Ron a prime view. After a minute or so, I suddenly felt a hand on my lower leg, slowly sliding up and prying my legs apart. I reclined somewhat in my chair to glance under the table and saw that Ron was doing the same thing to Becky... as she didn't move, neither did I. Slowly his hand slid over my knee and under my skirt, caressing my thigh for a bit; nervously I leaned in closer to Becky and asked:"Is he a member of the staff?" remembering the rules from yesterday.

"Technically, no." Becky said as she briefly turned towards me.

"Then, is he allowed to do that?" I said as I felt his hand sliding further up my skirt, nearly touching my panties.

"Technically, no." Becky replied as I noticed her spreading her legs a little more.

Weighing my options, I decided not to be a party-pooper and moved my left foot about half a meter to the left, completely opening up my legs to Ron. A few seconds later, Becky suddenly stopped in mid-sentence during her explanation and moans:"Aaaa..." closing her eyes, obviously having just been penetrated by Ron's fingers. 

Realizing it was probably just a matter of seconds before he did the same to me, I got goose bumps in anticipation and my heartbeat increased rapidly. Quick as a cat, Ron slid two fingers under the waistband of my panties and pushed two fingers -- his index and middle finger -- inside of me; I closed my eyes as Becky's voice faded away, my mind completely wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving me. Completely unprepared and unaccustomed to this kind of treatment, I was having my first work-related orgasm in just under a minute. As every muscle in my body tensed up, I pressed my lips firmly together -- as I didn't feel at ease enough to start screaming and moaning out loud -- and gripped the sides of my desk tightly. When my climax had subsided, Ron kept playing around, mainly teasing me now as all of his attention was now directed at Becky. Her cunt was apparently used to a lot more abuse as it took Ron another good four minutes of relentless fingering to provide her with a decent orgasm. 

When he was done with her too, he wiped both sets of fingers off on his overall and took out his cock, stroking it as he gawked at the two pair of slutty legs in front of him. After Becky's breathing had normalized, I asked -- whispering:"Should I do anything or..."

"If he wants our help, he'll ask for it." Becky replied as she resumed her explanation.

Six or seven minutes later -- I had almost forgotten he was still there -- Ron suddenly moaned and ejaculated all over my naked left leg, causing his watery cum to trickle down to my foot, into my shoe. After wiping his cock on my lower leg, he zipped up and finally started working on my computer. Although I had been squirted on many times before -- I had even taken a facial now and again -- this particular load of cum was different somehow; feeling this stranger's sperm splatter against my skin was the most exhilarating sexual act I had participated in in recent years! And it was only going to get better from here on out.

Ten minutes later Becky had finished explaining me everything I needed to know about the secretarial part of my new job, and ten minutes after that, Ron had finished installing my computer. After helping me through the logon-process, he started gathering his equipment and cleaning up under our desks. Before actually packing up and leaving, he looked at us and asked:"Has either of you got a minute? I would really like my cock sucked."

Becky, not even looking up from her screen:"Sure, hang on. I've just gotta finish this email."

"Go into the meeting room." Becky added "I'll be right there."

I couldn't believe how unceremonious this conversation was! After Ron walked into the meeting room, Becky quickly finished her email and then followed him in, closing the door behind her. About four minutes later, they walked out again, both of them with a smile on their face.

Ron grabbed his things and said:"See you girls later."

"Bye Ron." we replied, almost in unison.

Half an hour later, Becky took me to lunch in a nearby diner.

We talked about a variety of subject, none of which had anything to do with our duties as secretaries/sluts.

We had only gotten back for about five minutes, when Hendry came back in from his lunch as well and crooked his finger at Becky, rubbing his crotch with his other hand. "Bring a pen and paper." he said.

Becky signaled me to follow her, and as I did, I whispered:"He told me not to come into his office again without showing some tit or cunt!"

"So, show some." Becky said as she walked in.

I smiled at her unsophisticated logic and quickly exposed my tits, before following her in.

I closed the door behind me and stayed put, not wanting to draw to much attention to myself. Becky was sitting on one of the chairs in front of Hendry's desk, ready to write down what he was about to dictate.

"Dear Mr.Montgommery..." Hendry began, taking off his vest and sitting down.

For almost fifteen minutes, he dictated an entire letter, most of which was too technical for me to understand; after telling Becky to end the letter with the usual footer, he asked to read it all back to him. I thought I was going to fall asleep right where I was standing from boredom, but yet again I had underestimated how this office really worked; as Becky began reading what she had written down, Hendry got and said:"Stand up, bend over and put your face by the letter."

Becky did as she was told, as she continued reading. Hendry got up and walked over to her, softly pressing his crotch against her ass. After listening to her read a few more sentences, he suddenly stepped back and slapped her ass, criticizing her:'determined, not determining.' Since I had clearly heard Becky say 'determined', I assumed it was part of the game. The fact that she didn't correct her writing, although her pen was right next to the letter suggested that I was right. Becky whimpered 'determined' and continued reading from there. After a couple of more sentences, he did it again: correcting her where there was nothing to correct. Then again, and again, each time slapping her ass with his strong hand. After eight or nine times, Hendry said:"Stop! Look at me!"

Becky stopped reading and looked over her shoulder, not getting up -- she knew better than that.

"I can't feel the letter Becky, you're heart is just not in it... I hear the words, but I can't feel the message."

"I am sorry sir." Becky said, playing along with his twisted little game.

"This is what I want you to do: you're going to take this letter with you to the bathroom, you're going to sit down in one of the stalls and you're going to masturbate while reading the letter over and over again... hopefully when you come back, you'll be able to put some more emotion into it!"

"You..." he said as he turned to me and handed me his cell phone.

"You will make sure, she not only reads and masturbates, but also orgasms! Understood?"

Was he serious? Did he want me to take pictures of Becky masturbating to his letter? I thought to myself as I took his phone and whispered obediently:"Yes sir."




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 02



Becky herself didn't seem to have any misgivings about her assignment; she simply took the letter, got up and walked out of his office. I followed her, covering up my tits as soon as I left Hendry's sight and asked: "What do you want me to do?"

"Get a piece of tape from my desk." she replied as she kept moving towards the ladies room.

After snatching the entire dispenser, I ran to catch up with her and asked:"You're actually going through with this?"

"Hon." she smiled as she briefly stopped to look at me. "We're whores, we do as we're told."

I followed her into one of the stalls and watched her as she put the seat and lid down, then sat down facing the wall instead of the door, holding the letter up against the wall. Realizing that she waiting for my assistance, I glued the letter to the wall using a piece of tape. Now both hands free, Becky leaned back and put one foot on the lid with her; as her left hand pulled her panties aside, her right hand started playing with her clit. 

"Dear Mr. Montgommery..." Becky said. It was the damnedest thing I had ever seen or heard; she was actually masturbating to a business letter. Although she started off with a clear, concentrated voice, she soon started to feel the effect of what she was doing; her voice started to trail off and her body started to shake and tremble. 

Realizing I was going to have to present some evidence, I started searching for the camera function on Hendry's phone; by the time I had found it, Becky was already thoroughly enjoying herself, squirming and bucking on the closed toilet seat. I snapped a few photos, looked at her for a while, snapped another couple of photos... while trying to ignore my own wetness; Hendry was a perverted son-of-a-bitch, but he sure as hell had some wonderful ideas, I must admit. After a few minutes, Becky was getting really horny and put her foot against the wall -- right next to the piece of paper -- spreading herself open even more. God, this was so hot! Her fingers were really working her clit... faster and harder, faster and harder. I snapped another picture. Then, while still reading the letter, she reached into her blouse and bra and pulled her left tit out, lewdly wobbling it up and down. Her voice started to weaken and some of the words in the letter were getting replaced by moans, grunts and other sexual noises. Eventually she inserted two fingers into her cunt and started pistoning them in and out, driving herself to a violent, sloppy orgasm. As she was convulsing against the wooden stall wall, I snapped another couple of pictures, part of me wishing it was me on that toilet.

When her orgasm had come and gone, she looked at me and asked:"Was that okay?"

Unable to utter a sound, I nodded -- probably feeling more ashamed than she did. Becky got up, rearranged her clothes and left the stall, walking towards the sink, to wash her hands.

When we got back to Hendry's office -- I had taken my tits out again in the hallway -- we both walked up to his desk and as Becky just stood there, submissively waiting for further instructions, I handed him back his cell phone. As he started browsing through the pictures I had taken, I moved back and positioned myself against the far wall. "Excellent, you little slut!" he said, looking at Becky. "Now, let's see and hear if this experience has done you any good."

He got up and took out his cock, stroking it as he walked up behind her. "Put the letter on the desk, bend over, put your face right next to it and start reading." he said as he pulled her skirt and panties down to her ankles, exposing her ass.

He reached in his pants pocket, pulled out a small bottle of lotion and squirted a small amount of it on his fully erect cock... then, without further ado, he pried Becky's ass cheeks open with one hand and slid his erection up her butt hole while putting the lotion down on the desk. She squirmed and paused for just a second, but continued reading the letter although she was now getting fucked up the ass. From the looks of things, it wasn't her first anal encounter as she was more than able to accommodate his big cock. Professional as she was, Becky did her best to keep reading, regardless of the insensitive pounding she was receiving. When, after several minutes, she had reached the end of the letter, Hendry grunted between his teeth -- clearly close to blowing his load:"Read it again bitch!"

Submissively, Becky started reading the letter again... but before she got to the third sentence, Hendry started cumming so hard, that he pushed forward violently, pushing Becky flat on her stomach on his desk. Half on top of her, his cock still buried in her ass, he squirted his load deep inside of her, roaring loudly and manly, asserting his dominance over her. Eventually, after catching his breath, he pulled his flaccid cock from between her ass cheeks and got up, sitting down on one of the visitors' chairs.

"That was better." he said. "Type it and send it."

"Yes sir." Becky moaned, as she got up from the desk, took her skirt and panties and walked out of his office, with me directly behind her.

Unfortunately for Becky, Brian was just escorting two gentlemen into the conference room.

"Ah Becky." said one of them. "It's good to see you again."

I was clearly more embarrassed than Becky herself, as she replied:"How's business Mr. Gavins?" acting as if she wasn't naked from the waist down.

"Fine, just fine hon." he said as he looked her up and down shamelessly.

"Would you like Becky to join us, while we go over your contract, Mr. Gavins?" Brain asked.

"Why yes, I would like that very much... if it's not too much trouble."

"Not at all." Brain said. "Becky, go clean up and join us in the conference room."

"There's no need for that... she's just fine the way she is."

"As you wish Mr. Gavins." Brian said as he signaled Becky to follow them.

She quickly turned towards me, handing me her skirt and panties and the letter.

"Can you type this out and take it to Hendry for his final review?" she asked rhetorically as she turned and followed the three men into the conference room, Hendry's cum seeping out her ass and running down her thigh. I returned to my desk and put Becky's clothes on her chair, opened a word processor and started typing out the letter, while trying to ignore my moist pussy. What a mad house this was; it was like a dream come true, I smiled to myself as I clenched my legs shut. When I was nearly done typing the two paged letter, Becky stumbled out of the conference room. When I glanced up at her, I couldn't take my eyes off her anymore; her face was completely covered in cum: her cheeks, her lips, chin, nose, even her hairline was drenched, which was causing her hair to cling obscenely to her forehead. I gawked at her while she walked up to her desk, opened her drawer, took out her vibrator and walked back into the conference room.

My god! I thought to myself. I needed to get off, but as I was in rotation yet, I didn't stand much of a chance of getting a cock inside of me, so I decided to go to the bathroom and finger myself to some sort of an orgasm. But first I had to deliver the printed letter to Hendry for his final review. Becky had asked me to do that and I was not going to disappoint her. Just before knocking on Hendry's door, I remembered his directive to show some tit or cunt and -- feeling rather naughty -- decided that instead of simply taking out my tits again, I would be a little more slutty this time. I took off my panties, threw them on the floor and pulled up my skirt; with my wet pussy out for all to see, I knocked and waited -- my body trembling with lust.

"Come." he shouted.

I walked in and closed the door, walking up to his desk self-assured and putting the printed letter in front of him, then stepping back a few paces like the obedient slut that I was. He finished what he was doing on his computer, then looked at me, glanced at the letter and then back at me, gawking at my cunt, lewdly on display. His arrogant, smoldering looks made me even wetter!

While he quickly glimpsed over the letter, he said:"I like your attitude Maya. It takes a lot of nerve to walk into my office with your cunt exposed; you're obedient and you've got fat tits, two fine qualities in any woman!"

"Thank you sir." I replied.

My god, what was he doing to me, I was actually starting to drip.

After putting the letter back on his desk, he said:"Good work Maya!"

Just as I was preparing to move towards the desk and take it, anxious to lock myself in the bathroom and finger the stuffings out of myself, he said:"Before you go, would you mind getting on your hands and knees, facing the door?"

What the hell? What was he doing? How could he be up for more sex this quickly again?

Was I allowed to obey him, seeing that I hadn't been put in rotation yet?

I couldn't very well turn him down, now could I? He was my boss... besides, I really wanted him to have his way with me!

With all of those questions running through my mind, I hesitated for a few moments. Hendry, misinterpreting my hesitation for reluctance, said:"If you're not feeling up to it yet..."

"I'll do anything you tell me to..." I blurted out as I sank to my knees, my body quivering with lust.

"...sir." I quickly added as I got on all fours.

"That's very kind of you Maya!" he whispered, mocking my eagerness to please him as he walked up to me.

I could hear him unzipping his pants and starting to stroke his cock, apparently enjoying the view. Although I was sitting pretty indecent, it still wasn't lewd enough for him as he grunted between his teeth, his hand furiously rubbing his shaft:"Put your face on the ground and pull your ass cheeks apart."

"Yes sir." I replied with a shaky voice, not hesitating for a second to do something so nasty, something that I wouldn't even do for my husband -- not even after five bottles of expensive wine and all the compliments in the world -- and yet here I was, willingly degrading myself for his amusement. I remained in that demeaning position for several minutes, my cheek pressed to the cold floor, as he stroked himself to a finish. The duality of the situation was driving me crazy; part of me wanted him to ram his cock up my cunt -- or my ass if he wanted to -- while the other part was terrified of exactly the same thing! That last part of me was relieved to hear him moan, grunt and then feel him dump his cum on my ass; as I felt his cum raining down on the naked skin of my ass, I had the tiniest of orgasms. I couldn't believe it, I had never been able to cum without explicit stimulation and now here I was, having an orgasm based solely on humiliation and disgrace. Fortunately, my climax wasn't too intense, as Hendry quickly zipped up and said:"Get up and get out!"

I got up and walked out, knowing better than to look at him; I closed the door behind me, picking up my panties and rearranging my clothes on my way to the ladies room. I stormed in and -- not even bothering to use one of the stalls or take off any more clothes -- just kneeled down on the tiled floor, jamming three fingers up my soaking twat. As I sat there, masturbating like a common slut, I started thinking about everything that had happened that day -- especially the humiliation Hendry had put me through. Needless to say, I climaxed rather quickly, but superficially as I was unable to achieve complete satisfaction with just my fingers. While getting dressed and washing my hands, I made a mental note to bring a vibrator to work the following week; I had a feeling I was going to need it!

I had only been sitting at my desk for about ten minutes when the door to the conference room opened and Brian, along with his two clients walked out, all of them laughing. While the three of them strolled towards the elevator, Becky walked out. My cunt contracted and I nearly had my second unstimulated orgasm as I saw the state she was in: completely naked, holding her ripped blouse and bra in her right hand, her glimmering dildo in her left. Except for her face -- which was already drenched before -- she now also had globs of cum on her tits and upper arms. Her cunt lips were protruding and her inner thighs were covered in vaginal fluids, indicating she had been deftly fucked, either with the dildo or a real cock... probably both!

She walked up to her desk, threw her ruined blouse and bra in the trashcan and reached into her under desk drawer cabinet, looking for some new clothes. After rummaging through the drawers for a bit, she took out only a black bra and whispered:"Damn, that was my last blouse!"

"Guess I'll have to do some shopping this weekend." she smiled at me as she headed towards the ladies room.

While Becky was cleaning herself up, Carter, Hendry and Brian all left for the weekend -- each of them telling me how much they were looking forward to next week -- leaving us girls alone on our floor. I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye, so I waited for Becky to come back out.

All cleaned up and dressed in a skirt and bra, but no blouse, she put on her coat and we headed for the elevator. She hadn't bothered to button up her coat, so her black bra and the rest of her naked upper body was clearly visible. Even after catching me staring at her chest, she didn't bother covering up, so I just kept sneaking a peek every now and again while we were waiting for the elevator.

"Enjoying the view?" she smiled as she caught me again.

"I am sorry." I apologized. "This is all just a little overwhelming."

"You're horny, aren't you?" she asked as we entered the elevator.

"Like you wouldn't believe." I admitted. "I tried to get myself off with my fingers, but... I uh."

"You couldn't quite reach the spot, could you?"

"No."

"Well, maybe your husband can scratch your itch this weekend."

"Yes. He probably could." I replied, staring at the floor.

"Or..." she said, facing me.

"Or?"

"... I could scratch it for you, if you'd like."

"You'd... you'd do that?"

"Anything for a fellow slut." she grinned.

"I would like that very much." I blurted out immediately, afraid that I might lose the nerve to accept her offer if I waited any longer. She nodded -- a wide grin on her face -- and leaned in, kissing me full on the lips and grazing my left boob with her hand. Instinctively, my lips opened up and our tongues started exploring each other's mouths, cautiously at first... but after a few seconds, we were slobbering all over one another.

We broke our kiss and faced forward, towards the opening doors, both of us wiping our lips with our fingers, removing the excess saliva, just in case there was someone waiting for the elevator. Luckily, there wasn't and so Becky whispered -- as we waited for the doors the close again:"Is my car okay?"

"Anywhere you want." I replied, feeling my heartbeat reverberate throughout my body. It had been a while since I had made out in a car, but what the heck, I thought to myself. We exited the elevator at the basement level and I followed her to her car, my cunt tingling and watering with anticipation.

"Get in the backseat." she said, as she unlocked the car, took off her coat and placed it along with her purse in the trunk; her upper body, except for her skimpy black bra, now completely naked. 

"Leave the door open and put your feet out of the car." she said, as she closed the trunk.

I did as I was told.

"Take off your panties." she whispered, as she walked up to me and reached back to unclasp her bra.

While I shifted from one butt cheek onto the other to hike up my skirt and wriggle myself out of my panties, Becky threw her bra on the ground, took off her skirt and pulled down her own panties. Then, she kneeled down in front of me and put her head between my legs, prying them open as far as the confines of her car would allow it. She started off by licking me gently, teasing my pleasure button with the tip of her skilled tongue. Then she inserted two fingers up my soaking twat and started stimulating my vaginal walls as best and as deep as she could; using her free hand, she pushed me on my back on the backseat and raised one of my legs so high that my foot ended up against the car roof, lewdly opening my cunt open to her prying tongue and fingers. Becky didn't seem to be in any kind of hurry -- although sitting butt naked, on her knees, on the cold concrete floor of the car park, couldn't have been very comfortable -- and took her sweet time igniting that old familiar spark deep inside of me. 

After keeping me balancing on the brink of an orgasm for nearly ten minutes, she finally nudged -- fingered -- me over the edge and kept me in a state of perpetual, agonizing bliss for what seemed like an eternity. Pushed far beyond any sense of propriety, I started shouting all kinds of profanity while squealing as loud as I could; my voice bouncing off the concrete walls of the parking lot, creating an endless, perverted symphony of sexual echoes. I moaned, bucked, squirmed and clawed at the interior of the car as Becky kept pistoning her fingers in and out of my sopping pussy, while her tongue incessantly scraped my clit.

When she finally let up, I was utterly spent!

Barely able to breath and with a dangerously high heartbeat, I desperately tried to regain some form of control over my body, which was continuing to convulse around her fingers, still lodged up my cunt. The fact that she was painstakingly slowly pulling her fingers out, while deliberately grazing my vaginal walls every millimeter of the way, wasn't quite helping things along either. She sure knew how to please the stuffings out of a woman!

While I laid there, trying to muster up enough strength to get back up, Becky used my panties to wipe my cum off her mouth and fingers, and then started putting her clothes back on.

"You okay?" she asked as I got up and started readjusting my skirt and blouse.

"Wonderful." I smiled sheepishly.

"Now you won't have to get under your husband this weekend." she smiled wickedly.

"I'll do my best." I said, an equally wicked smile on my face. 

"Get in, I'll drop you off at the bus stop." she said as she hopped into the driver's seat. The ride to the bus stop took no more than a few minutes... time both of us apparently used for contemplation instead of talking, as neither of us uttered a single word.

"See you Monday." she said, as she pulled into the bus stop for a moment.

"Have a nice weekend." I replied as I got out.

Still a bit wobbly on my feet, I watched Becky drive off, wishing it was Monday morning already!



Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 03



As chance would have it, that weekend was a pretty busy one, socially speaking, which usually meant that it would be quiet on the sexual front; except for a quick missionary fuck on Saturday, my husband pretty much left me alone, which was fine by me, considering I wanted to save myself for my bosses.

It was like going to school for the first time, that's how nervous I was; I had spent an entire Sunday evening getting ready; waxing and moisturizing, and I had tried on several outfits before eventually settling for a standard black skirt, white blouse and stockings, high heels to top it off. As far as length was concerned, my skirt was borderline slutty, but thanks to my overcoat that fact remained largely concealed until I arrived at the office. My white blouse had five buttons, two of which I had unbuttoned at home, I unbuttoned a third as soon as I had taken off my overcoat, which neatly exposed the top of my boobs and just small portion of my bra.

As I didn't see anyone at first, I assumed I was the first one to arrive; but my arrival clearly alerted Becky and Donald who came out of the kitchen, both sipping from their cup of coffee and talking. Becky's blouse was largely undone and one of her tits was hanging out, Donald's cock was clearly bulging in his pants.

"Ah, the new SLLLLUTT." he said as he looked me up and down.

"Step into my office will you Maya, let me take that brand new pussy of yours for a spin!"

"Yes sir." I replied eagerly as I sashayed towards him; strangely enough not one bit of the eagerness I displayed was played or exaggerated; I really wanted a cock in me from someone I hardly knew...

Becky smiled as she walked past me on her way to her desk, putting her tit back in her blouse. As I walked past him, heading for his office, Donald slapped me on the ass and walked right behind me. Funny. I thought to myself. In my previous job, that would have been sexual harassment; I wonder if they have a legal term for what I was about to do.

I walked into his office and waited in the middle of the room like a high school girl waiting in the principal's office; he closed the door and said:"Get on your knees."

"Yes sir." I said as I complied.

He put his coffee down on his desk and stepped in front of me, bringing his face to within an inch of mine and whispered:"Hike up your skirt, slowly." As I reached down and complied, he just looked me straight in the eye; I could smell his masculine scent, mixed with aftershave and I am not ashamed to say, it made my cunt water...

After I'd pulled up my skirt, he reached down and used two fingers to rip my stockings between my legs; without losing each other's gaze, he continued to rip the stockings until he could fit both hands into them and grab my panties, which he forcefully tore to gain unhindered access to my moist pussy. Then, he lowered his pants and briefs, stroked his big cock a few times and put his massive cock head against my entrance; still looking each other in the eye, he whispered:"Put your arms around my neck."

I did as I was told. Then, he bent his knees, putting his hands on my buttocks and simply lifted me up with his strong arms; impressed by the fact that he had so little trouble with picking me up, I gasped for air, turned on by his display of physical strength as I wrapped my legs around him for extra support. For a few seconds, his hands and penis coordinated their movements, until he found the right height and bearing and plunged his hard dick into me with one solid thrust, pulling me towards him.

I moaned and closed my eyes for a second, but he immediately said:"Look at me."

I forced my eyes open and looked at him, as he kept slamming into me, using his hands to push my pelvis back against his thrust, increasing the magnitude of every penetration. I panted, wheezed and moaned as he fucked me in this unusual, but very erotic posture. I could see his arousal growing on his face. His stamina was impressive; aside from the occasional grunt and moan, he didn't show any sign of fatigue, even after minutes of powerfully fucking me. For a brief moment I thought he was actually going to make me cum on our first fuck, but out of nowhere his orgasm suddenly rushed over him and with a few violent thrusts and loud grunts, he pumped his load in me. After staying inside of me for another five or six seconds or so, he released his grip on my buttocks, prompting me to unwrap my legs from around his torso and find my balance on my own two feet again. "Good job." he said as I felt his cum seeping out of my fuck hole.

"You can go." he said as he pulled his pants up and took a sip from his coffee.

I turned and walked towards the door as I pulled my skirt down to at least maintain some rudimentary form of decency. I was halfway to my desk, eager to have a chat with Becky, when Carter and Brian walked in.

"Hello gorgeous." Carter said. "Are you free?"

"Yes sir." I said, stopping in my tracks.

"Then you're with me."

Disappointed Carter beat him to the punch, Brian said:"When he's done with you, come and see me; I've been fantasizing about your pussy all weekend."

"Off course sir." I replied, flattered by the compliments I was getting.

Becky smiled from behind her desk and gave me the thumbs up, mocking me for being on a roll.

I followed Carter into his office and waited in front of his desk, like I did before.

"Turn around." he said.

I turned and saw him taking off his coat, hanging it on the coat rack.

"I know it's a bit unorthodox for a first date, but I would like to fuck you up your ass sweetheart, do you have a problem with that?" he asked as he undid his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves.

"No sir." I said a bit hesitant. I had taken a few suitors up my back door, but none as big as Carter... I hadn't actually touched it or felt it, but I had seen it in action and his massive black dick did scare me just a little bit.

"Good girl... strip from the waist down and lay down on my desk, tits facing down."

I had never heard the phrase "tits facing down" before, but I got the idea.

As I turned and took off my skirt, shoes and torn stockings, he walked over to his desk drawer and took out a jar of vaseline, which he generously applied on his massive dong as he walked back towards me; upon seeing the state my panties were in, he said:"I see I am not your first today."

"No sir, Donald already pumped a load into me." I answered as I reached for the waistband of my panties.

"I see, well, considering they're not in my way, you can keep them on."

"Thank you sir." I replied as I stepped up to his desk and laid down, flat on my chest.

I felt him walk up to me and suddenly I felt his shaft resting against the small of my back.

"The height is all wrong... put your shoes back on."

I got up and turned, expecting him to step back a little, but he didn't, so I was nearly pressed up against him; with my shoes about twenty centimeters behind him, I had only two choices; wriggle out from between him and the desk, or squat down and try to reach for them. Figuring the first option was faster, I started moving sideways, but he extended his arms, blocking my way and whispered:"Nuh uh."

I fought a smile and started squatting down, having barely enough room to bend my knees; a few moments later his hard erection was pressed up against my left cheek and his balls were against my chin. After feeling around a bit, I had located my shoes but couldn't quite reach them. No matter how I tried, my fingers managed to touch them, but I couldn't get enough grip to pull them any closer.

Hoping for a little cooperation, I whispered:"If you could just..."

He moved, but in the wrong direction, giving me even less room to maneuver. Figuring he did so by accident, I leaned the other way and almost managed to reach far enough, when he moved, blocking me off again.

Realizing he was pushing his hard cock in my face on purpose, I decided there was only one course of action left – I just hoped he was in the mood for some initiative on my behalf. I wrapped my hand around his big, slippery shaft and then jammed the tip of it in my mouth... he gasped and his dick twitched in my mouth. The overpowering taste of the coconut lubricant was a bit much at first, but I decided to power through. He didn't complain, so I proceeded with my little plan. Slowly I took more and more of his massive dick in my mouth, slowly gaining the necessary centimeters I needed to reach for my shoes. My fist around his dick turned into two fingers and eventually my hand disappeared all together. After sliding roughly seven centimeters in my mouth, I managed to pull both shoes closer... but he didn't know that, so I decided to show him what I could do and how far I'd be willing to go. I kept sliding his dick in further until its head started blocking my throat. After another centimeter I started fighting my gag reflex, after another centimeter my air supply was completely cut off. I kept him as deep in my throat for as long as I could, then pulled back and started getting back up. After putting my shoes on in the same confined space, I got up all the way and looked him briefly in the eye.

"Nice." he smiled. "Now turn around." as he reached for the lube.

I turned and got back on the desk. 

"That's better." he said as his cock was now – with my high heels on – perfectly aligned with my ass.

After coating his dick with another layer of lube, his pressed his massive black dong between my ass cheeks and quickly found my anus; I closed my eyes and clenched the edge of the desk, a bit apprehensive of what was to come. After the uneasy actual penetration, he was surprisingly gentle, waiting a few moments after every small thrust, giving my ass sufficient time to adjust. Although he stretched me every fraction of the way, he never hurt me... after pulling back and shoving it back forth a few more times, he picked up the pace and continued to do so on regular intervals, gradually fucking me harder and faster. It wasn't long before he was ramming his ten inch dick up my ass with everything he could muster; overwhelmed by a feeling that was somewhere between pain and pleasure, I could do little more than just lay there and squeal...

"Yeah, oh fuck yeah." he said as I could feel and hear him getting more turned on.

"You're a fucking slut, aren't you." he asked.

"Yes sir, I am..." I replied, barely able to speak.

"You love taking it up your ass, don't you you little bitch?!" he grunted, getting ready to spurt.

"Fuck yeah I do." I squealed, guessing it was okay to skip the 'sir' for just this once.

He groaned and delivered one final push, dumping his cum in my bowels; I could feel his cock convulse and his body shudder as his orgasm subsided. Empty, he pulled his cock out and picked up my skirt, using it to clean off his half-hard cock. After leaving streaks of cum and anal fluids all over my black skirt, he pulled up his pants.

"I think Brian is expecting you, isn't he?"

"Yes sir." I said, picking up my clothes and walking out of his office.

In the hallway, still a bit wobbly on my feet, I briefly looked at Becky who smiled at me, amused by the way I looked. I starting putting on my clothes, as I probably shouldn't walk into Brian's office, half naked. As I was still trying to put on my ripped stockings, Brian – who must have noticed me stumbling around – came up to the open door and said:"No need for that hon, you'll only have to take them back off again, so come on in..."

Before I could make any kind of move, he said:"Better yet, why don't you take everything off."

"Yes sir." I said, dropping my stockings and unbuttoning my blouse, then reaching back to unclasp my bra.

After dropping everything on the floor – wearing nothing but my heels - I walked up to Brian and followed him into his office. As he closed the door, he said:"Get on your knees."

As he walked around me, waving his erection around, I realized I was about to receive my third different cock in as many different holes in just under twenty minutes.

"Suck it... hard!" he said, presenting it to within an inch of my face.

I gulped his cock down and used one hand to stroke his shaft, while I bobbed my head right behind it; sucking and jerking him off at the same time. After a minute or so, he said:"On all fours, slut."

"Yes sir." I said, wiping the excessive saliva from the corners of my mouth and leaning forward on my hands.

He kneeled behind me and lined his cock up with my cunt, plunging it in without further ado; he fucked and he fucked, for minutes on end; maintaining the same rhythm and pace. Suddenly he said:"Count."

"Sorry?" I said.

"Count! You can count, can you?" he grunted.

"Yes sir... 1, 2, 3"

By the third count it dawned on me that he wanted me to count his thrusts into my cunt, as he was synchronizing them with my pace of counting. At a count of around 50, he was really starting to scratch my itch and I figured, considering he had shown no sign of stopping whatsoever, that he was going to make me cum!

But the little bastard slowed down and started fucking me more shallow than before, providing himself with enough friction to reach an orgasm, but not me... I had just reached 117 when he arched his back and dumped his load in me – the third one so far – denying me a climax yet again.

"You may go." he said as he got up and walked over to the couch in his office and sat down.

Butt naked, I walked out of his office, picked up my clothes from the hallway floor and headed towards the bathroom, exchanging a smile with Becky as I passed our desks. In the ladies room, I took a few moments to compose myself, realizing it was only 9.15 and I had already pleasured three cocks, with as many to go probably, figuring every one of the men would be wanting a turn today, my first day. Aside from some soreness in my ass I was doing fine and loving every second of my new job until now... I got cleaned up and rearranged my clothes, figuring I should probably change panties and stockings. Luckily, I came prepared and had brought a whole bag of replacement clothes with me to work.

When I came out, Becky was no longer at her desk, which I thought was strange, considering I had already drained all men present... when I was about to sit down for the first time this morning, I noticed a post-it on my screen, which read:"Come to Brian's office when you're done." in Becky's handwriting.

I slowly walked to Brian's office and noticed that the door was ajar, when I came closer I heard Becky saying:"191... 192... 193... 194... 195..."

It can't be, I thought to myself, Brian was the last one I had drained; he shot his cum in my cunt not ten minutes ago; I pushed the door open, curious. And there he was, the horny fuck, sitting butt naked in his desk chair, with Becky, naked from the waist down, bouncing up and down his lap, slamming her wet cunt up and down his hard cock as the both of them faced the door. Becky, knowing he had just done me, looked at me with an apologetic smile on her face as she continued counting:"212, 213, 214..."

Brian had noticed me, but ignored me as he was concentrating on fucking the shit out of Becky.

I didn't know quite what to do or what was expected of me, so I just stood there watching the two of them for another minute; when he eventually exploded inside of her on a staggering count of 263, he screamed and convulsed much more powerful than he had done so with me, and this was a far more difficult position.

In a moment of clarity I realized that I hadn't pleasured Brian quite as good as I should have; I had allowed him to fuck me, nothing more... clearly Becky had set the standards quite high and I wasn't living up to them. Realizing my mistake, I set out to correct it; I didn't want there to be any doubt about my commitment to the job; as Becky was putting her skirt back on, I walked up to Brian's chair and asked:"Permission to speak freely sir?"

"Yes, what is it Maya?" he said, annoyed and still a bit disappointed in me.

"I am sorry for not being a good enough whore yet, sir."

That statement got both his and Becky's attention...

"I am still learning the ropes and I don't have Becky's experience yet, but neither of those facts is an excuse to perform poorly... I promise I will not disappoint you again; I hope you will accept my apologies..."

I could tell both of them were impressed by what I had to say; it was now time to close the deal.

"... as well as this symbol of my obedience and dedication." I concluded as I sank to my knees and carefully licked his flaccid cock, soiled with Becky's fluids as well as his cum. Intrigued he looked down at me as I licked his cock and balls with extended tongue, lapping at his genitals in the most lewd way I knew how.

Without taking his eyes off my performance, he said:"Becky, close the door and take off your clothes."

I felt sorry for her as she had just finished putting her skirt back on, but she simply said:"Yes sir." and followed his instructions. "Come here." he said.

About half a minute later, he put his index finger under my chin, pulling my head up an inch, far enough so I could look him in the face, and he simply nodded his head in Becky's direction, who was standing right behind me. I scooted around and found myself staring straight at Becky's wet cunt...

"Put your foot on the desk." he said to her.

Becky complied, opening herself completely up to me and bringing her cunt within an inch of my face.

I tilted my head up and started licking Becky's snatch, slowly moving my tongue all around, scooping up all fluids I could find, thoroughly cleaning her snatch. I realized that this was my punishment... my speech had made an impression, but before he could 'pardon' me, he had to exact some kind of penalty. And what better way than to degrade me in this way...

After licking Becky's snatch for about two minutes – even sneaking my tongue into her a few times – Brian said:"Turn around Maya." I dislodged my wet face from between her legs and scooted around, astonished to see him holding another erection. And not just a moderate one; a full grown, throbbing erection!

As I looked him in the eye, he simply looked down at his cock for a brief second, telling me I should get to work; I brought my head down and slowly engulfed his big shaft. I was determined to give him the blowjob of a lifetime and undo the damage I had done before.

Brian was not going to make it easy on me however.

"Kneel down behind her. Finger her."

A few moments later I felt Becky's fingers feeling around between my legs; she'd quickly found her way past my torn stockings and panties and started playing with my clit. Although I did my best to stay focused, Becky was skilled at what she was doing...

"Make her cum." he said. "The sooner the better."

Becky moved on her back, bringing her arms under my squatted body and inserted two fingers up my twat, while she kept playing with my clit with the other... occasionally she ran a finger around my asshole, teasing me. Although I didn't utter a sound or showed any sign of being distracted, I knew I was a goner... in under two minutes, Becky had me on the brink of an orgasm and pushed me over. Lewd squishing sounds filled the room as my body shuddered in orgasm, but I stayed the course and kept bobbing my head up and down his shaft, still determined to please the best I could.

"Good job. Keep her cumming." he said.

"What was his problem? Was he punishing me or rewarding me?"

Her compassion and sympathy for me clearly secondary to her obedience, Becky picked up the pace and as her fingers worked feverishly to pleasure me, I was having more and more difficulty not only to focus on sucking Brian's cock, but also not to suffocate – as the incessant climaxing was making me short of breath, which made it increasingly difficult to keep a hard cock in my mouth.




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 03



I was trying to breath through my nose, clawing at the carpet with my free hand to stay and trying to think of all sorts of non-erotic things to stay in control, but eventually – after at least three major orgasms – I couldn't take it any more: I let his cock slip from my mouth and screamed:"Fuck, oh fuck!!!"

Brian jumped up right at that moment and started wildly jacking off his shaft over my face; after just a few seconds dozens of tiny drops of cum started raining down all over my face... he had clearly been holding back, waiting for the right moment to cum in my face. Becky, not having been giving the order to stop kept pounding her fingers into me mercilessly, pushing me deeper and deeper into sexual bliss. Even after Brian had finished cumming, had wiped his cum on my chin and had sat back down again, Becky was still at it.

After looking at the two of us for another twenty to thirty seconds, Brian finally whispered:"That's enough Becky!" She stopped, slowly retracting her fingers from my beaten cunt.

"That'll be all Becky."

"Yes sir." she said, as she picked up her clothes and walked out, naked.

Barely able to sit up, I carefully looked up at him, completely out of breath.

He smiled at me and said:"Good little whore" and patted me on the head in the most condescending way.

Strangely enough, I felt proud and smiled back at him, pleased that all had been forgotten.

"Now, get the fuck out." he snapped as he turned towards his computer.

I got up, ignoring my wobbly legs and left his office in a hurry.



Becky was standing behind her desk, still putting on her clothes as I walked up to her.

I glanced at the clock; it was only 9.35 and already my cunt and ass were sore from the abuse; my holes were going to have to get used to this, I thought.

"Nice save, you learn fast." Becky smiled.

"Thanks." I replied, sitting down on my chair and reaching in my bag for some replacement stockings and panties. Then I excused myself and headed for the bathroom once again, cleaning Brian's cum off my face and getting dressed again.

When I came back out, I was surprised that there was still no sign of the other three gentlemen, who were sure to take their turn using me as soon as possible. Curious – and I admit: also a little anxious – I asked Becky.

"They've got a business meeting; big prospective client with a huge portfolio... after the sales pitch, they'll probably take them out to lunch and a few drinks, so I wouldn't expect them before 1pm."

As the guys present, especially Brian had been drained, the rest of the morning was pretty calm, which gave my holes some time to recuperate. The next few hours were actually like having a normal job...

Becky and I had brought sandwiches from home, which we consumed in the kitchen; Brian and Donald went out for lunch, Carter joined us with his lunchbox. After finishing eating, Carter took out his big black dong and rubbed it for a little while, while simply talking to us. Although it looked really yummy, I couldn't touch it without being ordered to.

Suddenly, at about a quarter past one, the three of us were still in the kitchen; David, Henry and Jerry came in, singing and cheering, holding and sharing a bottle of champagne.

Jerry:"Guess what? We got McCarter!"

Figuring that was the portfolio Becky had mentioned earlier, I joined in the celebration and congratulated the threesome along with Becky and Carter. After sharing a few funny and close call moments, all attention was quickly drawn to me.

"So Maya, how about we break you in properly?" Jerry said, after taking another sip from the bottle.

Taken aback by his forwardness, but remembering my place, I stood up and said:"With pleasure, sir!"

"After you, milady." Jerry said, as he melodramatically extended his hand towards the conference room, across the hall. I smiled, nodded and walked towards the conference room, followed by Jerry – who's hand was on my butt before I'd even taken two steps – Henry and David. Carter, his black dong still hanging out, tagged along as well.

"Join us please Becky." Jerry shouted. "We'll need you to keep our cocks warm and hard."

"Fuck yeah!" Henry added, clearly under the influence of all the drinking they'd been doing.

"Yes sir." Becky replied as she joined the parade heading towards the conference room.

I walked in and stopped & turned in front of the large conference table, figuring this was probably where they wanted me. Jerry whipped his cock out and said as he started wanking it:"You won't be needing those clothes hon." Nervously I smiled and undressed. 

As I was standing naked in front of all my bosses about a minute later, Jerry asked:"So, who's first?"

I noticed Becky walking in and closing the door behind her.

"I'll go first." David said as he stepped forward, holding his big cock in his hand. He gently nudged me back against the table, so that I had to recline and lean on my elbows; he pulled my legs apart and placed the tip of his cock against my pussy; without any reservation or hesitation, he just pushed forward and started fucking me, slow and soft at first... a bit apprehensive at first, with so many people watching, I tensed up a bit, but when I noticed that the other guys were not actually watching me, but rather talking and joking amongst themselves, I began to relax. Becky meanwhile sank to her knees and start wanking and sucking all cocks, waiting for their turn, moving around on her knees from one to the other. David was getting all worked up and started kneading my tits with one of his hands as he fucked me harder and harder. About a minute later, I could feel his sperm splattering against my vaginal walls.

He buttoned up his pants and called out:"Next."

An impatient Jerry was already waiting and quickly took David's place, eagerly shoving his hard cock into my sopping wet cunt and fucking me wild and rough; I didn't get a lot of time to adjust to his rhythm as he arched his back and blasted away inside of me barely a minute later!

"Slow weekend boss?" I heard Henry ask. "Looks like you broke your own speed record there."

Laughing along with everyone else, but also a bit embarrassed, Jerry dismounted me.

Brian and Donald stepped up, whispering amongst themselves, clearly planning to fuck me at the same time; I had never had two cocks in me at the same time, but it was about damn time I felt!

"Get on your hands and knees hon." Brian said as they each walked to an opposite side of the table. I complied, facing Donald – as they hadn't specified which way to face, I just guessed.

"The other way around hon." Donald smiled as he pulled up a couple of chairs.

I turned to face Brian and noticed he was doing the same thing, climbing on them, a foot on each chair for extra stability; this was a well rehearsed undertaking – and clearly not their first time – because their cocks came up just about perfect as they both slipped passed another pair of my lips. God, I was so wet...

At first they each followed their own rhythm, just until they got their cocks wet. Then they started synchronizing their efforts, pounding into me from both sides. After a few minutes, they started taking turns: after a shove down my throat from Brian – pushing me slightly away from him – Donald slammed his cock down my cunt hard – pushing my back to Brian etc. This felt so fucking nasty that I actually came after just a few minutes.

"Fuck, bitch is cumming." Donald laughed.

"So am I." Brian screamed a few seconds later as he started filling up my mouth.

As I was trying to gulp down Brian's cum during my own orgasm, Donald – a bit frustrated that he was last to climax – grabbed my ass with both hands and started jack hammering my cunt, desperately trying to make himself cum as quickly as possible. After having swallowed all of Brian's juice, I let his cock slip from my mouth and hung my head down, as Donald's incessant ramming was driving me crazy. My body convulsed and as my head and tits both swayed back and forth, I felt a secondary climax exploding within me. During the next forty seconds it took Donald to get off as well, my mind was lost in orgasmic bliss the likes of which I had never before experienced. This was without a doubt the most exciting and satisfying thing I had ever done!

After dumping his cum deep in my cunt, Donald stepped down and turned to Brian, saying:"Dude, what the fuck? I thought we were going to fill the bitch up together?"

"Sorry mate, her mouth was just to sweet!"

As I sat back down on the edge of the table, into my previous position, I glanced over at the last two guys; Henry was standing next to Becky, getting his cock sucked, while Carter was wanking his huge dick, looking me up and down. As they briefly glanced at each, trying to figure out who was going to take his turn with me, Henry said:"You go ahead big fella, I am perfectly comfortable where I am." as he pushed his cock against the inside of Becky's cheek, causing it to lewdly bulge out for a few seconds, before she started sucking it some more.

So, Carter stepped up, his giant black cock bouncing up and down. He positioned himself against my entrance and slowly inserted his massive dong up my pussy... jeez, what a cock. For the second time, he was stretching one of my holes. The further he pushed, the wetter I got. After touching my uterus with his big tip, he pulled back and started fucking me, sliding his thick, fat, meaty cock in and out, regularly bumping into my uterus. I laid down all the way on the table and started moaning like a slut. Carter really started slamming his cock into me and got on his knees on the table, fucking me missionary style. Instinctively, I raised my legs and spread them as wide as I could – really horny now. But as I felt my orgasm steadily approaching, he grunted and emptied his balls inside of me, giving me a couple of extra shoves... bringing me to the brink of another orgasm, but stopping and dismounting before I got off – as if he knew.

Being the last one left, Henry – a bit reluctantly pulled his cock out Becky's mouth – and stepped up to the table; he took one look at my cunt and said:"Jeez, what a mess... no way in hell I am fucking that!" as he grabbed my legs and pulled me closer to the edge of the table.

"I think I'll try the backdoor instead." he said and spat on his hard cock, stuffing it between my ass cheeks, clumsily poking around until he found my asshole with his big tip; without further ado, he penetrated my asshole and gradually fucked the whole length of his cock in. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist, letting him bang my asshole. "My god, your ass is tight." Henry exclaimed laughing as his swollen dick really began to stretch my rectum. Luckily, he didn't last too long and dumped his gooey load in my ass, pulling out very quickly. As I looked down between my legs, staring at the cum seeping out of both my holes, I realized I had just pleasured six men in the last ten minutes. And that wasn't even counting all the fucking and slutting I'd done this morning!

After a few seconds, I looked down at Becky who was still on her knees, casually stroking and sucking their limp dicks, and quickly got down on my knees next to her, getting to work on a few dicks of myself. I was still horny from all the fucking I had just endured and so I didn't really care which cock I rubbed or which cock I licked/sucked. I even stuck my head in between some of the boys legs, so that I could lick their balls. Gradually the casualness began to wear off as most cocks were becoming erect again – all except Jerry's. Pretty soon, the laughing and conversations died down as the guys formed a circle and Becky and I each started sucking one cock, while jerking off the two adjacent cocks. The two of us for six cocks, it worked out perfectly that way. After a minute or two, Becky and I each move one spot to the right, working our way around the circle, over and over again. Because of the action the guys had already seen earlier, it took us well over twenty minutes to get any kind of result. David was the first one to moan and cum, while getting jacked by Becky's right hand.

I don't know what it is with men and watching another guy cum, but they all exploded within twenty seconds of one another. Henry – who was in my mouth – was second in line; he arched his back and drizzled a few drops on my tongue. Then Carter came over my left hand. Donald shot whatever he had left to give in Becky's mouth and Brian coated my right fist with his cock juice.

That only left Jerry, who's cock was getting beaten off by Becky's left fist; it was hard, but not throbbingly so... figuring he could use all the help he could get, Becky got in front of him and brought her mouth and second hand into play as well. "Give me the room with the girls please fellows." Jerry moaned.

Sufficiently pleasured, the other guys quickly left the room, leaving Jerry alone with us. Figuring I might as well make myself useful, I crawled over to Becky and started licking the part of Jerry's cock she wasn't sucking. We worked him over for another ten minutes without much result, before Becky got up and – still fully dressed – started stripping. I continued jerking and sucking, desperately trying to finish him off, or to keep him hard for that matter, but it seemed a lost cause. Becky, however, had another ace up her sleeve. In only her underwear, she climbed onto the table and got on her knees. When I glanced at her, she signaled me to stop blowing and jerking him. Confused, I followed her instructions...

"Look at me Jerry." Becky called for him, getting his attention before he could wonder what was going on.

"Do you want this?" she asked, moving one hand to her breasts and the other down between her legs, rubbing herself through her panties. A little bewildered, he looked down at my naked body.

"Yeah, she's already naked and she'll do whatever you want... but you don't want her, do you Jerry. You've already fucked that bitch, you've had your dick up her sloppy cunt already. You want me now, don't you?"

To my surprise, I noticed Jerry's cock twitch as he moved towards the table and wrapped his right hand around it. He stopped right in front of her, not touching her, but clearly getting very horny by her little performance.

"What do you want Jerry?" she asked, licking her lips. He didn't respond.

"Do you wanna see my tits?" she asked. Again he didn't respond.

After looking him in the eye for several second in complete silence, she smiled and whispered:"Noooo, I know what you want. What you need!"

She got off the table, sliding onto her feet in between the table and Jerry, who made sure he never touched her; even backing away when it was required. Slowly she pushed her panties down with both hands and stepped out of them; slightly moving her feet apart, she put her right hand on his shoulder and said:"Go ahead Jerry, it's all yours..." gently pushing him down onto his knees in front of her.

By now, his half flaccid cock had turned into a massive boner that could rival most other cocks I had had today; Becky sat on butt cheek on the table behind her, so she could open up her legs even further. Jerry slowly leaned in and pushed his face eagerly against her bush. As he started wanking furiously, he started licking and tongue-fucking Becky's cunt. "It's all yours Jerry.... I am all yours!" she said, running her hands all over her body.

Judging from the furious wanking, the convulsing of his body and his muffled moaning, it was clear that he was about to cum. But Becky had one more surprise to give; a few seconds before his actual climax, she leaned with both hands on the table for support and clenched her legs shut around Jerry's head, cutting off probably about 98% of his air supply. Not worried about suffocating, Jerry wanked himself to a spectacular finish, moaning, screaming and panting heavily against Becky's cunt. Meanwhile he catapulted a massive amount of thick cum onto the carpet... not bad for an old geezer I thought to myself.

Becky kept her legs tightly wrapped around his head, even when it became clear that he was in trouble for air; as he was struggling, Becky moved both hands to her tits, squeezed them lewdly and then ran her hands up her neck, over her face and into her hair... she was clearly getting off on the power she had over him!!!

When she finally released her grip, he fell to the ground, exhausted and gasping for air.

Becky smiled at me as she was trying to pry her hands away from her body, still very excited about the whole incident; she smiled at me as she started putting her clothes back on. I got up and did the same. When the both of us were fully dressed, we walked towards the door. As I looked behind us, at Jerry, Becky whispered:"Don't worry about him. He'll come out when he's ready!"

Becky and I got cleaned up in the bathroom and then sat down at our desks, were we got to talking; with the men either sleeping or drinking, the rest of the afternoon – which was only another hour – was pretty uneventful.

When my hubby came home, I quickly got him in the mood and took him to bed; although their was no external evidence of my slutty infidelity, there was still a buck load of strange cum in my cunt – and in my ass, but he was getting nowhere near that – and I really wanted his cock to stir around in there for a little while. When he was about ready to cum, I asked him to stuff it down my throat – something I had rarely done before; he jumped up, happy as a little boy and shoved it in my mouth, cumming barely ten seconds later. Little did he know that, aside from his load, I was swallowing some more of my bosses' cum.



Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 04



Tuesday morning was pretty slow; although Becky and I were in by 8 o'clock, the guys didn't seem to be in any kind of a hurry. Donald and Brian showed up around 9h30 while the rest came in well after 10 o'clock. They were all pretty beat from the party yesterday, which apparently continued into the wee hours in a few local bars after Maya and I had left. To my surprise, there was no action of any kind until 11.15 when Henry came out of his office and walked into the kitchen, getting himself another cup of coffee. When he walked back out about half a minute later, he was stroking his cock with his left hand and sipping from his coffee with his right hand; he walked up to our desk and positioned himself between Becky and myself. As we hadn't been giving any instructions, we just ignored him and continued our work as he stroked and stroked. Minutes later, he suddenly leaned forward and started ejaculating all over my blouse and into my cleavage. After he was done, he took another sip from his coffee and waggled his cock around in his hand, catapulting the last few drops of cum all over my desk and just walked back to his office, closing his door behind him.

About half an hour later, Carter came out of his office and asked: "You ladies free?"

"Yes sir." Becky and I said almost in unison.

"Good, my wife is on her way up to take me to lunch. I need one of you to keep her distracted while I fuck the other one."

"I'll fuck!" I volunteered cheerfully.

"Fine." he said as Becky smiled widely at me, amused by my eagerness.

"Becky, you chat her up and make her sit as close to my door as you can, okay?"

"You." he said, turning to me. "What's your name again?"

"Maya." I replied, feeling my cunt twitch.

"Get in and take off your clothes; everything except the heels!"

I walked into his office and started stripping as ordered, while Becky took two chairs out the conference room and put them next to the door to his office. Carter quickly closed the door and started taking off his clothes as he looked at me with nothing but raw lust in his eyes. Pretty soon I was butt naked, except for my high heels and waited impatiently for my next command, my body trembling with lust and anticipation.

As he was taking off his underwear, I could hear Becky's voice in the hallway:"He's just finishing up with a client, you can take a seat right here, would you like something to drink?"

As the outline of Carter's wife became visible through the frosted glass, he grabbed his big dick and started wanking it, whispering: "Get on your back, on the floor."

As I sank to my knees ready to lay down, he whispered:"No, not there... here." as he pointed towards the door; 

it was clear that he wanted to fuck me as close to his wife as physically possible. That got me soaking wet. I got up and walked to the designated spot. As Becky struck up a conversation with his wife, I reclined on the floor, my left side nearly touching the office wall as I spread my legs. 

Carter got on his knees and positioned his throbbing cock against my moist cunt and whispered:"Not a peep, understood?" I looked at him and nodded. Then, he spat in his right hand, rubbed the glob of spit on his cock head and pushed it into my ass! 

I looked at him, with an expression of shock and surprise on my face, but as he pushed on and started stretching me, that expression quickly changed to show a little blissful agony and eventually pure ecstasy. I couldn't believe the nerve of this guy: he was fucking me in the ass with his wife not even half a meter away from us, separated by only a half-wood, half frosted glass wall. After several intense minutes, he pulled out and for a second I thought he was going to shove it in my cunt, but instead he pushed me onto all fours and rammed it back in my ass. I was slightly worried, as the position I was now in, allowed him to penetrate me a lot deeper than before. Luckily, he didn't seem to be in a hurry and really took his time to fuck me slowly. I could feel his fat, pulsating dick stretching my bowels as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and started pulling it. I absolutely loved getting fucked like this, and leaning on just one hand, I used the other to reach between my legs and stimulate my clit. Several minutes later, I orgasmed and shuddered against his relentless pounding, but he wasn't ready to cum yet. He simply didn't pay any attention to me and just kept pounding into me as long and as deep as he wanted to. Eventually, due to the prolonged anal stimulation, I had a wonderful anal orgasm to top things off.

When he was finally ready to wrap things up, he pulled out and grabbed my shoulder, maneuvering me onto my knees with my back against the wall. He moved in front of me, facing both me and the outline of his wife through the glass and started wanking his still hard, moist cock, aiming straight for my face as his glance was clearly directed at his wife. He jerked and jerked and I just sat there, on my knees, panting and enjoying the soreness of my ass. 

Suddenly he whispered:"Oh yeah" and he splattered a first volley against my face. Although he spilled some on my shoulders and tits, he shot most of it disrespectfully across my dumb face. I didn't know whether he was thinking of me or his wife, and frankly I didn't care. I was a whore: it was my job not to care and just enable him.

Remarkably full of energy after a performance like that, he immediately started putting his clothes back on as he said:"Don't move... stay exactly like that!"

I obeyed and didn't move a muscle as he stepped out of the office.

He left the door wide open as he gave his wife a kiss and said:"Hi honey."

"Hi. You ready to go?" she replied.

"Yep. Let's go eat. Becky, I'll be taking a long lunch." he said as he walked towards the elevator with his wife.

A few second later Becky poked her head in and said:"He's gone."

I got up and started putting my clothes back on, as Brian's door opened across the hall.

"Becky, get in here. Where's Maya?" he asked.

"I'm right here sir." I said as I stepped into the doorway, having just put on my underwear.

"Join us as soon as you're dressed and cleaned up." he said, turning and walking into his office.

"Yes sir." I replied as I watched Becky follow him in.

I got dressed as quickly as possible, then hurried into the bathroom to wash Carter's cum off my face and clean up my own juices down below. Then I proceeded to Brian's office as requested.

"Enter." he shouted after I knocked on his door.

In the few days I had been around, I had seen some weird things, but this was definitely in the top five of strangest -- and most lewd -- positions. Becky was on her back -- butt naked -- on the desk, her head towards the door. Brain, also fully naked, was sitting on all fours over her, the tip of his huge cock in her mouth. Her right hand was wanking his big, veiny shaft.

"Ah good, you're here... take off your clothes, slowly." he grunted. As I started doing so, he used his right hand to replace Becky's as he continued leaning on his left; with his eyes glued on me, following my every move, he jerked himself off, either his fist or the tip of his cock constantly bumping into Becky's face. She knew what was expected of her and just laid there. I realized he wanted a show and so I put one on for him, cocking my hips, caressing myself throughout the undressing process, running my hands through my hair. Pretty soon I was all naked, with nothing left to do except twist and coil my body and caress myself.

"Make me cum." he said with a raw and eager voice. "Make me cum in this bitch's mouth!"

After thinking for a few seconds on how I was going to handle this, I sat down on my ass, spread my legs as wide as I could and leaned back on my left hand. I then shoved two fingers of my right hand up my twat, fingered it for a few seconds and then brought those same fingers to my mouth, licked them off and shoved them back up my cunt. I repeated this over and over again, switching back and forth faster and faster, until I was just inserting my fingers once and putting them in my mouth once. It wasn't erotic, it wasn't sexy... it was just plain nasty and demeaning. Fortunately, Brian seemed to be getting off on it as his eyes were getting bigger and his wanking was speeding up. Although I was pretty confident that he was going to blow his wad within eight or ten seconds, I decided to kick it up a notch in an effort to make him explode as hard as I could. 

I brought my left hand into play as well and as I used the little abdominal muscles I had to prevent myself from falling on my back. I inserted the fingers of one hand while I sucked off the other, then switched hands. It was the fastest possible way of feeding myself my own juices.

"Oh fuck yeah." he grunted appreciatively.

"Swallow it bitch!" he shouted a few moments later as he milked his balls dry above Becky's mouth. Even from where I was sitting, I could see it was a lot: ribbons of cum kept shooting out of his throbbing cock, some of them missing Becky's wide open mouth by quite a bit. I knew better than to stop what I was doing, so I kept sucking my own juices off my fingers over and over again.

When he was finally finished, almost a minute later, he got up from the desk, looked at me for a few seconds, then said:"That was... vulgar! I like it, nicely done Maya!"

"See that Becky?" he said without taking his eyes off me. "That's how a real slut should behave."

"Yes sir." she said as she looked at me.

"You were pretty useless back there weren't you?" he asked as turned to face her.

"Yes sir." she whispered, her head submissively directed at the floor.

"A dumb useless bitch, if you ask me." he said.

"Yes sir... a dumb and useless bitch, sir." she repeated.

"Get dressed, the both of you." he said. "I have a call in five minutes."

When all three of us were nearly fully dressed again, he said:"On second thought Becky, a bitch like you doesn't need a skirt or panties, take 'm off and leave 'm here."

"Yes sir." she said as she unzipped her skirt again and started wriggling out of it.

"I want everyone to see what a useless bitch you are." he said, as he sat down behind his desk fully clothed. After stepping out of her panties as well, we waited side by side for permission to leave. He kept us waiting for about ten more seconds, before dismissing us. When we stepped out of his office and headed back to our desk, we saw a UPS delivery guy standing there, holding a parcel in one hand and an iPad in his other, waiting impatiently for someone to give the package to. 

"Premium rush." he said as soon as he noticed us. While he gawked at Becky's naked lower body, she walked right up to him, even a little closer than propriety allowed for and took his iPad to sign for delivery. The poor guy didn't know how to react and nervously looked at me and her.

"Wanna cup a feel?" she asked as she handed him back the iPad.

"Ex... excuse me." the guy said.

"You heard me! The offer expires in ten seconds." Becky said as she put both hands in her sides and waited. The guy quickly slid his free hand down in between their two bodies.

After feeling and grazing around for a bit, he gathered all of his courage and asked timidly:"Can I..."

Becky smiled, knowing he wouldn't have the courage to finish his question and replied"One finger..."

The guy quickly located her entrance and stuffed his index finger up her twat, fumbling around a bit.

"Now you have something to fantasize about when you're jacking off in your girlfriend's panties." Becky said.

Personally, I thought that was a bit cruel and uncalled for, but the guy seemed to appreciate it, as he grunted loudly and noticeably started to bulge his pants. Becky had noticed it too, smiled and reached down, unzipped him and carefully reached into his pants to pull out his massive dick.

"Let's see what we've got here." she whispered.

The guy gasped and looked down, not believing what was happening. 

Becky placed her thumb and index finger under his cock head and started giving it soft and gentle tugs, counting him down:"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve..."

As they were looking into each other's eyes, the guy's gaze turned to utter disbelief as this perfect stranger was playing him like an instrument with preposterous precision.

"... three, two, one..." she said.

With the last tug, he exploded. As the first blast hit Becky on her right thigh, she let go of his cock. Immediately, the guy pulled his finger out of her cunt and started wanking off like a madman, clearly longing for a little more stimulus than Becky had provided him with her extremely gentle touches. Grunting and panting, he wildly jacked off and splashed his cum all over Becky's thighs, legs and the floor. When he was done, Becky smiled and started walking towards Jerry's office with the parcel, sashaying her naked ass for his viewing pleasure.

"Jeez." the guy said as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped up. "I'd heard stories about this place, but actually being here is so much better!"

I smiled at him as I sat down behind my desk.

"Are you also... I mean, do you also..." he started to ask as he was getting ready to leave. Halfway through his sentence, he couldn't quite figure out how to continue, so there was a pause. 

I decided to cut the guy some slack and answered:"Yes I am... and yes I do."

"Maybe next time then?" he said as he walked out.

"Sure, anytime." I smiled, giving him something else to think about.

About ten minutes later, Brian -- apparently having finished his call -- stepped out of his office, carrying Becky's panties and skirt in his hand and threw them on her desk on his way out and said:"I am going out to lunch."

"Yes sir." I replied.

As Becky hadn't returned yet, I figured Jerry was having his way with her. When she walked out of his office another couple of minutes later, I could indeed see cum seeping from her freshly fucked cunt, running down her left inner thigh. She grabbed her panties and skirt from her desk and walked towards the bathroom. It took her nearly another ten minutes to get cleaned up. When she returned, we went to lunch in the little kitchen. As Becky was making a fresh pot of coffee and I was taking a bite from my sandwich, David poked his head in, looked at us alternately for a few moments, then signaled me to follow him. I got up and tailed him into the bathroom. 

"Sorry to interrupt your lunch sweetie, but I really need my cock sucked." he said as he leaned against the sink and took out his throbbing hard cock.

"No problem sir." I said as I got down on my knees in front of him.

"Wou... would you mind taking off your clothes?" he asked.

I got back up, smiled and took off my blouse and skirt.

"All of it?" I asked as I hooked my thumbs in my panties, getting ready to pull them down.

"Please." he replied.

After pushing them down all the way to my ankles, I wriggled my feet around a bit, not only stepping out of my panties but also kicking off my heels in the process. Last of all, I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. Butt naked, I sank to my knees a second time and slowly opened my mouth, welcoming his huge cock with my warm, wet tongue. When I had been going down on him for like three or four minutes, the door suddenly opened and Jerry walked in, his hand ready on his belt to undo it. He turned his head, saw us, but simply continued to one of the urinals.

"How's the McAllister account coming along?" he asked as he started to take a piss.

"Should... be... a done deal." David grunted.

"Good. The whole estate?"

"The whole... fucking... thing."

"Excellent." Jerry said as he continued pissing.

About a minute later, he zipped up and walked over to the sink next to us.

"Ten percent?" he asked as he washed his hands while looking down at David's cock going in and out of my slutty mouth.

"Fifteen." David replied proudly as he looked down at me, clearly getting ready to cum.

"Fifteen percent?! How did you manage that?" Jerry asked enthusiastically as he dried his hands on some paper towels. David raised his finger at Jerry, indicating that he wouldn't be able to talk for a few moments, then grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands.

"In your face Maya." he grunted.

I quickly took out his dick and started jacking it off hard and fast, aiming the tip at the center of my face.

"That's it!" he moaned as the first blast hit me straight on the nose and my left cheek. "Right in your face!"

With Jerry looking on, I jacked the rest of David's sperm out of his balls, moving my head around to get it everywhere. David grunted and moaned, his pelvis rocking back and forth a little as his convulsions died down.

When he was done covering most of my face, I put him back in my mouth and cleaned him off with my tongue, then looked up and asked:"Will there be anything else, sir?"

"Nooo..." David gasped. "Thanks hon."

Without getting up, I looked at Jerry and asked:"Sir?"

"No thank you Maya, Becky drained me pretty good. You can get dressed." he replied.

"Thank you sir." I said as I started putting my clothes back on.

"So, the McAllister account. Fifteen percent? How the hell did you get him to sign off on that?" Jerry repeated.

David dried off his hands and as the two of them walked out of the bathroom, I heard him say:"He didn't want to seal off on anything over ten percent until I introduced him to Becky; the two of them..."

Once the door closed behind them, I couldn't hear another word, but I got the gist of it. After I had gotten dressed and washed David's cum off my face, I finally joined Becky in the kitchen for lunch.

Somewhere around half past two, a middle-aged man in a business suit along with a young woman, in her early twenties walked in. The girl was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a baggy sweatshirt and had small earphones plugged in, connected to her iPod.

"Mr. Weinberg to see Henry." the business man said as he walked up to Becky.

"Yes Mr. Weinberg, follow me please." Becky said as she got up and walked around her desk.

"Could my daughter wait in one of your meeting rooms? These meetings tend to get a little boring for her."

"Off course Mr. Weinberg... Maya, could you get the young lady something to drink?

"No problem." I replied as I got up.

While Becky escorted Mr. Weinberg to Henry's office, I led his daughter into the adjacent meeting room and asked:"Would you like some coffee or a soda perhaps?"

"I'll take a coke if you've got one." she replied as she slouched down in one of the chairs as she zipped down her sweatshirt a little bit. I walked into the kitchen, got her a coke and as I walked back out, I noticed Henry walking out of his office, closing the door behind him and walking into Jerry's office. I smiled -- realizing what was going on and continued to the meeting room. I was shocked to see the young woman taking off her jeans and panties -- but not her sneakers.

I quickly closed the door to shield her from any further embarrassment and asked:"Miss?"

"Call me Gloria." she said as she threw her jeans and panties on the floor, leaning back in her chair, with her legs spread as wide as she could. "You're new." she added.

"Yes, I am... I started only a few days ago." I said, handing her the coke, trying not to look at her privates.

"But you perform the same services as Becky does, right?" she asked.

"Yes I do, but..."

"Pfew, can you imagine how awkward that would have been if you didn't..." she cracked a smile as she opened the coke and took a sip. She could tell from the expression on my face that I didn't know what to say or do.

"Look, I know my dad is getting his knob polished by Becky in the next room, he'll probably fuck her too... I have an understanding with Becky that she... well, does me when my dad's finished with her. You see, he doesn't know that I know, and Becky pretends that she doesn't know that I know... and we all keep quiet in order not to complicate relations between your business and my dad's multi-million dollar oil company, if you get my drift.




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 04



Now, the previous times I had to wait for my dad to finish up with Becky before I could get some, but now that there are two of you, I don't have to wait anymore, now do I?" she concluded as he opened her legs ostentatiously and took another sip of her coke.

"Yes, I understand now miss Weinberg. I am terribly sorry for the misunderstanding." I replied as I got down on my knees in front of her and bent my head down to her pussy. I must admit, she smelled delightful; her skin had clearly been scented for the occasion, even down there.

"That's quite all right." she said as she switched her iPod and tilted her head back. I gently licked her for about a minute or so, to get the both of us in the right frame of mind, and then gently pulled her pussy lips open and started flicking my tongue over her pleasure button, getting her motor running.

Once we got started, she leaned her head back and relaxed, her head moving to the rhythm of the music; after a few minutes, she raised one leg and put it on the table -- slightly above the position of my head -- opening herself up even more. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be enjoying herself pretty well, as her right hand instinctively started running through my hair. For the next twenty minutes, I just sat there licking and pleasuring her. I didn't put any fingers inside of her, just a bit of my tongue now and then and focused mainly on clitoral stimulation. She didn't seem to mind one little bit; she moaned and squirmed, but was never quite able to reach an orgasm. Suddenly the door opened and Becky came in.

"I see the two of you are getting along quite nicely." she spoke softly.

As my mouth was otherwise preoccupied, I didn't respond. Gloria, who had noticed the air displacement, looked up and pulled out her iPod, smiled up at Becky and asked:"Are his balls empty?"

"Yes Gloria, they're empty." she smiled, realizing the little brat was using foul language in an attempt to shock.

"How did he fuck you?" she asked, as her hand began to press my face further into her bush.

"First, I gave him a blowjob and then he got on top of me and fucked me missionary style." Becky replied.

"Missionary? Oh dad..." she sighed. "Did he at least pleasure you?"

"If you must know, he made me orgasm twice." Becky replied. She was lying, I could hear it in her voice. It did however stop Gloria from bashing her father, which I assume was the idea behind the lie.

"So, did he cum in your cunt?"

"Yes."

"Unprotected?"

"Yes."

"Show me." Gloria said.

As Becky lifted her skirt, Gloria pushed my head even deeper against her bush -- making it difficult for me to breath -- and gasped when she noticed that Becky wasn't wearing any panties anymore. Becky hadn't cleaned herself up yet and so there was cum seeping out of her cunt. Slowly, Gloria reached out with her hand, her fingers coming ever closer to Becky's glistening cunt.

"Use your fingers, make me cum." she suddenly said, as she released her grip on my head.

I complied and shoved two fingers up her twat, as her fingers touched Becky's trimmed pussy. As I glanced up at Becky -- holding her skirt up in a relaxed fashion -- I could see Gloria getting hornier by the second; when she was only seconds away from exploding in a big orgasm, I noticed her shoving two fingers up Becky's hole and roaming around in her dad's cum. It seemed to be the thrill she was looking for, as she gasped:"Oh god!" and started convulsing violently. I kept finger fucking her for as long as I could, until she pushed me away and put her leg down from the table, indicating she couldn't take any more. 

"Will that be all miss Weinberg?" Becky asked as she lowered her skirt again now that the little brat had pulled her fingers out of her.

"Yeah, for now." she panted as put her earphones back in and relaxed.

I got up and left along with Becky.

"Sorry I didn't warn you about her." Becky whispered after closing the door to the meeting room.

"That's okay." I smiled. "All part of the job, right?"

"We can't go clean up at the same time; one of us has to stay here and make sure daddy doesn't walk in on his little whore until she's dressed; I'll take first watch."

"Thanks." I said as I went to freshen up.

When the both of us had cleaned up, separately and after checking up on the little princess -- she'd put on her clothes again, so there was no further problem -- Becky and I sat back down at our desk, continuing our work. Another ten minutes or so later, Henry walked out of his office and asked:"Maya, are you free?"

"Yes sir." I replied, looking up from my screen.

"Mr. Weinberg will see you now." he said as he stepped away from his office, leaving the door ajar.

I got up and walked over to his office; stepped in and closed the door behind me.

"Goodafternoon, Mr. Weinberg, how may I be of service?" I asked.

He smiled at me and said:"Well, my dear, why don't you sit down and talk to me for a bit."

"Yes, off course sir." I replied, as I sat down across from him in the second visitor's chair.

"Maya is it?" he asked.

"Yes sir."

"Do you like working here?" he asked as he started unbuttoning his pants.

"Yes sir, very much so... I haven't been here all that long, but I can already tell it's the right job for me."

"Henry tells me you're a married, cheating whore?"

"Yes sir, I am married. And yes, I am a cheating whore."

"Good, that's good. I like that." he replied as he started wanking his half-hard cock in front of me. "Did you ever cheat on your husband before you started working here?"

"Yes sir, all the time... I never took my wedding vows all that seriously."

His cock was fat and hard as he beckoned me over.

I slid off the chair and sank to my knees, getting ready to suck his cock, but he whispered:"Just your hand, hon."

As my right hand replaced his, I started jacking his cock slow and deliberate while I looked up into his eyes.

After a few seconds, he said:"Could you ruin it?"

"Excuse me?" I asked softly, not really sure I had heard him correctly.

"My orgasm. Can you ruin it, at the very last moment?" he repeated unabashed.

"If you wish sir." I replied as I picked up my wanking, getting more than a little wet between my legs: this was the first time any man had ever asked me to ruin his orgasm.

Hey, if this was what he wanted...

I jacked him off while I stared at him, looking for signs that he was about to cum. I had never done something like this before, but it seemed to be just a matter of timing. When he started moaning and squirming in his chair, I got ready. When I figured his cum was already in his tube -- about to burst out of his cock head -- I stopped and wrapped my hand tightly around the base of it. Not only did he not receive any more stimuli, the cum in his tube had nowhere to go, which drove him mad with frustration. He grunted and banged his fists on the armrests, grunting:"Fucking... loser!"

His cock convulsed, desperately trying to get rid of all the cum inside of it, but as I kept my hand firmly clenched around it, it eventually stopped and started to deflate. Somehow his frustration and his suffering made me even wetter down below. When I eventually let go of his flaccid dick, a tiny bit of cum trickled out onto the carpet: it was the perfect waste!

He looked me in the eye and moaned:"I am still horny!"

"And no way to get off..." I smiled, forgetting decorum for a second.

"... sir." I quickly added with a smile.

"You've got a bit of a mean streak, don't you?" he grinned amused.

"Get out." he said. "And tell my daughter we're leaving."

"Yes sir." I said as I walked out.

As soon as I stepped out, Becky came up to me, waving her arms all panicky.

"What?" I asked, whispering as softly as I could. She grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the adjacent meeting room. Through the wide open door, I could see Gloria -- stark naked except for her sneakers -- standing on one foot, her other leg pulled up by Henry who had his cock up her snotty twat and was fucking the living shit out of her. Her eyes were clenched shut and her mouth was open wide; luckily she knew better than make any noise. Her young, big and firm tits slightly bounced to the fast rhythm with which Henry was shafting her.

Suddenly, a lot faster than I had anticipated, Mr. Weinberg stepped out of the office. 

Reacting on instinct, I calmed myself and said:"I am afraid your daughter has had one too many soda's Mr. Weinberg, she just ran off to the bathroom."

"That's ok, I am in no hurry... is Henry still around?" he inquired.

"He's just taking a quick personal call in there." Becky said, pointing at the room where his daughter and Henry were fucking like animals. Closing the door at this point would only have raised suspicion, so we had to make sure that Mr. Weinberg didn't come any closer, as he was only a few steps away from seeing what a fucking whore his daughter was.

Becky proactively took a step towards him and asked:"Would you like another blowjob while you wait Mr. Weinberg?"

"No dear, thank you... you were both great, but twice is my limit for one afternoon." he replied. From the corner of my eye, I saw Henry pulling out of Gloria's twat and grabbing his cock in his right hand, while the girl quickly squatted down and hung her tongue out of her mouth lewdly while she put two fingers on her clit and started jiggling it like crazy. While Henry plastered her slutty angel-like face with his thick warm cum, she squirmed and rubbed herself all over for his amusement. Fortunately, they were both smart enough to remain perfectly silent.

"Why don't I bring you another cup of coffee Mr. Weinberg?" I asked.

"No thanks hon, I'll be out the door as soon as my daughter comes back from the bathroom. Besides, if I drink anymore coffee, I'll be running to the bathroom all night..."

I smiled nervously as I noticed Henry signaling me they were ready to get out of there; I made eye contact with Becky and passed on the signal with a few eye movements and a gentle head nod. Thinking on her feet, Becky started glancing around noticeably and even leaned into Henry's office for a minute.

"Looking for something hon?" Mr. Weinberg asked as he turned his head and followed her with his eyes.

"My panties." Becky smiled.

"Oh dear." Mr. Weinberg chuckled as he took a step towards Henry's office and poked his head in to have a look for himself. Now that her father was distracted, I beckoned Gloria the coast was clear. With her face full of Henry's cum, carrying her clothes in her arms and wearing nothing but her white sneakers, she dashed out of the meeting room and headed straight for the bathroom. 

"You didn't put them into your pocket by any chance now did you, you naughty rascal?" Becky asked in her most seductive tone.

"No dear." Mr. Weinberg grinned.

In the meantime Henry had made himself presentable again and stepped out of the meeting room. With the situation defused, Henry started talking to Mr. Weinberg as Becky and I walked back to our desk. A few minutes later, Gloria came back from the bathroom, clean as a whistle and as innocent as a baby unborn.

Mr. Weinberg shook Henry's hand and then Gloria did the same. When they passed by our desks, both father and daughter said goodbye, each of them probably picturing at least one of us in some lewd position.

At around half past four, Carter rang and called Becky into his office. After seeing several of the other guys go home, I was about to go home myself at around five, when my phone rang. It was Carter.

"Maya, do you have a minute?" he asked.

"Off course sir." I said. I hung up and headed to his office; I knocked and waited.

"Enter."

I walked in and was startled -- very few things shocked me anymore -- to see Becky literally rolled up in Carter's carpet; as her clothes were scattered across the room, I could only surmise that she had laid down naked on the carpet and had allowed herself to be rolled up in it. Only her bare feet and head were sticking out. Carter was also naked and was kneeling next to her head, jacking his beautiful black cock inches away from it. As I had come to expect from this place, it was a random useless act of sexual depravity. Personally, I thought it was original, kinky and hot as hell, but my opinion wasn't solicited.

"Yes sir?" I asked.

"I want to see some tits while I jack off in Becky's face, and since hers aren't readily available..." he said.

"Understood sir." I said as I started unbuttoning my blouse and stepped closer.

After taking off my blouse, I unclasped my bra and threw both items on the floor.

"How's this, sir?" I asked, as I stood right in front of him.

"Closer." he said as he continued jacking off.

I kneeled down and cupped my tits with both hands, directing my erect nipples up at him; as he was on his knees as well, they were almost perfectly lined up with his face. 

"Oh yeah." he said as he gawked at them. Off course, the whole endeavor was meant to demean Becky, who was nothing but a target for his cum now, while he was using me -- or part of me anyway -- as encouragement.

"They're so beautiful." he said. "So big and saggy."

"Can I touch them?" he asked.

To my surprise, he actually expected an answer.

"Yes, off course sir." I said.

He reached out and as he gently touched them, he unkindly slapped his big, heavy dick on Becky's face repeatedly. She objected to this extra humiliation as she assumed that's what he was after.

Carter looked at me and asked:"Would you mind?" as he looked down at his massive cock.

"No, off course not sir." I replied as I grabbed his shaft and slowly started stroking it, his cock parallel to the floor, the tip of it right above Becky's face. Slowly, he leaned in and gave me a gentle peck on the lips.

Becky played her role to perfection and protested:"Hey, what's the idea here?"

But I also knew what was expected of me and started slapping her face with his cock a couple of times, humiliating her even more. Becky pretended to be fighting us and groaned disgruntled, moving her head from right to left and back again. We started playing off each other as I pressed Carter's shaft down against her mouth, she moaned and moved her head again -- pretending to be fighting us -- when in fact she was running her pursed lips up and down his shaft. When Carter realized we were working together, it only made him hornier. When I realized he was about to cum, I bent my head down and sandwiched his hard cock between my lips and Becky's. He screamed louder than I had ever hear him scream and blasted away as our two sets of lips each went berserk on one side of his dick. Meanwhile his cum kept blasting out, pouring all over the left side of Becky's face, her hair and onto the floor next to her head. When he was done cumming, I put the tip of his cock in my mouth and sucked it completely dry and clean. While I got off relatively spotless, Becky was a mess!

After Carter freed Becky from her carpet prison, he dismissed us both. We got dressed and cleaned up one last time and then went home for the night. On the bus ride home, I replayed everything that had happened today in my mind, while I thought about how difficult it was going to be to refuse my husband sex.



Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 05



Wednesday morning, I woke up feeling my husband's cock pressing against the small of my back. I reached back and wrapped my hand around his shaft, getting it nice hard and throbbing. Then, right before he was about to get on top of me, I looked at the alarm clock and jumped out of bed, saying: "Oh shit, I am gonna be late... shit, shit, shit." I grabbed some clothes and ran into the bathroom, leaving him with a massive, throbbing cock and no hole to put it in. I turned the shower on and waited for a few seconds. True enough, my frustrated husband started wanking off within thirty seconds of my leaving, that's how desperately horny he was, the poor thing. I snuck back into the hallway, right next to our bedroom door and listened to his moaning and his incessant jacking off. I grinned as I thought how angry he'd be if he knew I had plenty of time to get to work or if he knew I had looked at the alarm clock before wrapping my hand around his dick in the first place. Or if he'd know that a considerable amount of strange cock was going to boink his wife in every one of her slutty holes all the live long day. I listened to him groan and moan and eventually spray his load all over the sheets. After he collapsed on the bed, I snuck back into the bathroom and hopped into the shower, for real this time.

I had a big smile on my face all the way to work; I had tormented my husband for no good reason and it had gotten me so fucking horny. And it only seemed to get better: as luck would have it, Henry came running up just as my elevator was about to close. He got his hand in just in time and wriggled in, half out of breath.

"Good morning sir." I said as the doors finished opening.

"Open up your overcoat." he replied after looking at me briefly.

I turned to him and started undoing the big buttons of my brown suede overcoat; I had just finished undoing the last one when the doors closed. Without missing a beat, he grabbed both sides of my blouse's neckline and ripped it clean in half, sending buttons flying all over the elevator floor. Immediately afterwards, he grabbed the right strap of my bra with one hand and ripped the right cup off with his other hand, exposing my right tit. Then he did the same on the other side, exposing my left tit. Without the slightest delay, he pushed my loose overcoat out of the way, located the split of my red skirt and placed his hands on both sides of it. With a few powerful yanks upwards, he tore my skirt along the split all the way to the waistband. There, the fabric was too strong to be ripped any further upwards, but Henry would not be thwarted nor delayed in any way.

"Turn with me." he said as he held onto one half of the skirt as his other hand gently nudged me in a spinning motion, allowing him to rip my skirt further along the waistband as I turned in place. When I had come full circle, he was holding my entire skirt in his hand - all of it, except the strong waistband. He threw the skirt on the floor and grabbed my black, fancy panties, tearing them clean off me with both hands, exposing my cunt.

"Lift your left foot." he said as he discarded my ruined panties. I complied, leaning on my right foot for support. He took off my left shoe and used both hands and a fair amount of muscle to break off my heel, throwing both pieces of my shoe on the floor with a sigh of relief.

"With three floors to spare..." he said proudly as he looked at the elevator display.

I just stood there, unable to speak even if I had been allowed to; my brain was trying to make sense of what had just happened as I felt my soaking cunt contract. God, how I wished he'd fuck me right then and there, but a few moments later the elevator beeped, signaling the arrival at our floor.

Seemingly unaffected by the whole endeavour, Henry simply said: "Put your foot down."

I complied and followed him out - limping due to my missing and broken shoe - leaving my clothes or what was left of them on the elevator floor. As I hadn't closed up my overcoat, I was completely exposed, triggering a smile from Becky when she saw me walking in.

"Becky, come suck my cock." Henry said as he walked right passed her, towards his office.

"Yes sir." she replied, following him, giving me an apologetic look.

I looked down at myself and shivered with lust as I thought about the senselessness of it all; why had he destroyed all my clothes, humiliated me if he wasn't going to use me for sex. It made absolutely no sense, and I loved it. My nipples hardened as I thought of Becky sucking him off instead of me. I ignored my lust, took off my overcoat and what was left of my clothing and put new clothes from my work-stash. Shoes were the only thing I didn't had any spares of, but that was not going to happen again: I was going shopping after work! 

When I was fully dressed, I headed back to the elevator to pick up the broken shoe I'd left in there. It took some time and quite a bit of effort, but eventually I managed to break off the heel of my other shoe, so I could at least walk evenly again. Becky came out of Henry's office a minute or so later, a small glob of cum running down her chin. As she wiped it off and put her finger in her mouth, she walked back to her desk and sat down.

"Here you go." she said, after reaching into one of her drawers, handing me a VISA-card. "Henry said you could use some new shoes." I smiled and told her what had happened and showed her how I had remedied the situation for now.

"What's the limit on this thing?" I asked, as I put the card in my purse.

"No limit." she smiled."

"Are you kidding?"

"No." she replied grinning. "Being a whore has its perks."

"I'll say."

"Let me give a piece of advice." she continued. "Always buy more than what you think you'll need. This place is very unpredictable. I once lost fourteen bras in a week."

"Fourteen?" I asked stumped.

"Yeah." she replied. "Eventually they weren't even fucking or using me anymore, they were just ripping them off me just for the hell of it."

"God, I am so fucking horny." I said as I cupped my left tit, squeezing it for a moment.

"Well, you're in the right place; a hard cock is never far off here." she replied as she turned back to her screen as we noticed Brian walking into the office. He was carrying several letters, one of which he was reading as he addressed me without looking at me.

"Maya... in my office, on your back on the floor... and take off your panties."

"Yes sir." I replied and rushed into his office, where I did as I had been told. When he walked in about two minutes later, he looked down at my spread legs - facing the door - and took off his coat. He stared at my cunt and slowly took out his cock, rubbing it for a little while, then took off his pants and boxers. While he jerked off a little more, he got on his knees right next to my head. A little inelegant he straddled my face, putting one knee on either side of my head, his balls touching my chin and his fist and cock rubbing against my nose. He scooted back just a tad until his fist started bumping against my chin repeatedly. He moaned and grunted for a few minutes as he just jacked himself to a finish. When he was about to cum, he aimed the tip of his cock at the center of my face and just kept stroking. A first volley splattered against my chin, my lips, my nose and the bridge of my nose; it was as if he was dividing my face in two. Using his free hand, he then nudged my face to the left, splattering a second and third volley all over that side and then did the same to the right side, firing another volley or two, followed by a few final drops. As soon as all the cum had left his cock, he used two fingers of his right hand to squeeze my nose shut. He could have simply told me to open my mouth, but I guess he preferred it this way. I played along and opened my mouth to breath, only to get his half-hard cock stuffed into it. I cleaned it like a good little slut, while drawing in some air as he was still keeping my nose shut. When he was done using my face as target practice, he released his grip on my nose and got up.

As I gasped in some air, he said: "Dismissed."

Demeaned, but still horny as fuck, I crawled up, picked up my panties and stumbled out of his office. After closing his door behind me, I quickly stepped into my panties and headed back to my desk. Before I had a chance to clean the copious amount of cum off my face, Carter came out of his office and - seeing that Becky was on the phone - signaled me over.

"Yes sir?" I said as I approached him.

"My wife is on her way up, get under the desk." he said as he let me in and closed the door behind us. I did as I was told and crawled under his desk. He sat down on his chair and rolled it closer to the desk, effectively boxing me in, closing off my only point of escape. 

"Whenever I give you my cock, you suck it, understood?" he asked as he glanced at me, uncomfortably squeezed into such a small space.

"Yes sir." I whispered.

When his wife knocked and entered a few moments later, he got up and walked towards her; I could hear them kissing and fondling for about a minute. 

"You sure nobody will come in here?" I heard his wife ask.

"Trust me, it's office policy!" he replied.

"If you say so..."

"Why don't you take off your clothes, very slowly... and I'll sit down right here and watch you." Carter said, as he walked back to his chair, taking out his half-hard cock before sitting down. He rolled his chair closer to the desk, leaving little doubt as to what was expected of me. While he used his right hand to pretend to be jacking off under the desk, I slowly engulfed his dick with my warm, willing mouth.

"Oh, so it's not enough that I come over to your office to fuck, now I also have to put on a show?" his wife asked, only a small level of sincerity in her voice. "What's next? Are you going stuff one dollar bills in my panties?"

"Honey?" Carter said as I was sucking his cock.

"What?"

"Shut up and take off your clothes!" he said impatiently.

Since she didn't reply, I could only assume that the little slut was obeying him. The fact that his cock hardened to an unprecedented stiffness in a matter of seconds seemed to confirm that theory. While his cock was reacting to his wife's striptease, he grabbed my head with both hands and started directing my mouth up and down his massive shaft. Man, it felt great getting a boner like that shoved down my throat!

After a few minutes - I could only assume she was completely naked by now - she asked: "Now, mister manager; what are you going to do for me?"

"Why don't you hop onto my desk and find out, you little slut?" he grunted.

"Mr Carter..." his wife shrieked playfully as I heard her wipe everything off his desk and hop on; a few moments later, I noticed her brown naked legs on either side of Carter's chair. While I furiously sucked his cock, Carter grabbed his wife's legs and folded them back, forcing her to recline onto her back on his desk. 

He bent down his head into her crotch, gave her a few licks and then grabbed his cock, pulled it out of my mouth and started wanking it like a madman.

"I am going to feast on your cunt, but first..." he said as he moaned and shot a colossal load all over my face - adding to the mess Jerry had already made - and my clothes.

"Are you..." his wife asked surprised.

"Fuck yeah!" Carter screamed.

"Good boy!" his wife replied, I could almost hear her smiling. "I love it when you waste your cum like that!"

As soon as he was done emptying his balls on me, he made good on his promise and stuck his head back in between his wife's legs, lapping away at her. At first, she squirmed and giggled a little bit, but that soon changed into a low, calm moaning. Carter really took his time and for almost fifteen minutes, I just sat there

trapped and barely able to move, listening to his wife enjoying the oral treatment he was giving her. Suddenly Carter reached under the desk and gently slapped my face, grabbed his flaccid cock and presented it to me. I got the idea and took it back in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. After another ten minutes of me sucking his cock back to life and Carter continuing to pleasure his wife - and finally making her cum - he stopped eating her out and got up, pulled his hard cock out of my mouth and positioned it at his wife's entrance.

"Mmmm, look who's awake again." I heard his wife comment, just before she gave a little yelp, probably as Carter shoved his hard cock into her. After about a minute of pumping, he pulled out - much to his wife's disgruntlement and bent down to kiss and squeeze her tits. This off course brought his hard, wet cock in front of my face again and I unreservedly sucked it into my mouth again, tasting his wife.

Ten seconds later, he got back up and rammed his cock into his wife again. Naturally, he repeated this over and over again, deliberately interrupting his wife's pleasure and feeding me her cunt juices. The bastard had thought this through! In the end - after making me clean his pipe for like the twentieth time - he did fuck his wife into another massive orgasm and ejaculated deep within her. When he pulled his cock out and put his head on her tummy, cuddling with her for a moment, I swallowed his flaccid cock one last time and sucked it clean like the good little whore that I was.

"I have a surprise for you." I heard him say.

"I don't know if I can take any more of your surprises." his wife giggled.

"Close your eyes." he chuckled.

A few moments later, he stepped out of my way and signaled me to go. Finally, after being cooped up in that small space for over half an hour, I crawled out and snuck out towards the exit. I opened and closed the door as silently as I could and headed back to my desk.

Becky looked at me with a smile as I sat down and asked: "You okay hon?"

I told her in a few sentences what had happened.

First black cunt?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Not so different from ours, is it?"

"Not so much." I smiled.

After drinking some water and putting a piece of gum in mouth to get rid of the taste, we tended to our work for a little while as lunch time was only ten minutes off. A few minutes later, Carter and his wife walked out towards the elevator.

"I'll be gone for the rest of the day, I'll see you tomorrow." he said.

"Bye sir." Becky and I replied almost in unison.

"That is one hot piece of tail!" Becky whispered as she ogled Carter's wife sashaying her ass as she walked towards the elevator. "I wouldn't mind eating her out."

"Yes well, I wouldn't mind not tasting another cunt for the rest of the day." I replied.

"Really? Follow me." Becky replied after a few seconds of silence.

She led me into one of conference rooms, where she hiked up her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat down on the edge of the table, opening her legs invitingly.

"You're just plain evil." I smiled, as I pulled up a chair and sat down in between her legs.

"Shut the fuck up and eat me, bitch." she said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pushing my head roughly in between her legs. And so there I was, barely twenty seconds after telling her that I didn't want to taste another cunt, with my tongue wedged up her snatch. I was so fucking horny that I liked it... so much in fact, that I reached under my skirt, pushed my panties out of the way and started finger fucking the shit out of myself, desperately craving some much needed release. After a few minutes of this - I had already resigned myself to the fact that the only way I was going to get off, was if I did it myself - the door to our conference room opened and I heard Donald ask: "You girls on a break? I didn't mean to interrupt, I just need a hole I can fuck."

Before Becky could say anything, I slid off the chair onto my knees, knocked the chair over so it wouldn't be in the way and hiked up my skirt, as I stuck out my ass towards Donald, hopefully sending a clear enough message.

"That'll do." he said as I heard him unzip his trousers. As he got on his knees behind me, he grabbed my panties, ripped them off me with a forceful yank and pushed his cock in between my ass cheeks. Please, not in the ass, I thought to myself. Usually I didn't mind anyone fucking me up the ass, but now I desperately craved a cock in my cunt. I needed to feel it bump into my cervix over and over again, fucking me through a few powerful orgasms. Luckily, Donald didn't disappoint: he choose my soaking wet cunt to ram it into and judging from the hardness of his cock, he had been walking around with that erection for quite some time. In just two shoves he was up to his balls in my cunt and because of the doggy-style position, he was able to thump my cervix as I had wished for. After only a few dozen shoves, I could feel my orgasm overwhelming the rest of my body. I squealed and shrieked, barely able to breath as Becky pushed my head deeper in between her legs to muffle my cries. Donald, thankfully nowhere near his orgasm yet, kept pounding into me and plowed me through an amazing orgasm.

After having fucked me wildly for several minutes, he moaned: "Maya, can I cum in your hair?"

We all knew it was more of a rhetorical question, but Becky released her grip on my head long enough for me to pop my head up and scream: "Fuck yes!"

Then I dove right back in and continued eating out Becky, who was thoroughly enjoying herself. After fucking me for another fifteen seconds, Donald pulled and grabbed a fistful of my hair, wrapped it around his cock and started jacking off, the tip of his cock buried deep in my hair. I could hear him groan and buck, but didn't feel any cum. When he was done, he zipped up and grabbed both my hands, guiding them towards the back of my head. I realized what he was up to and gently ran all of my fingers through my hair. With my face still firmly pressed up against Becky's wet twat, I started massaging his cum into my hair and my skin. When he left the room about a minute later, Becky had lost all interest in having my tongue up her cunt and released the grip on my head.

She got up, pulled her clothes back into place and said: "Interesting hairdo."

I smiled as I realized my hair probably looked like crap after the little head massage Donald had made me give myself. I had to use some wet tissues, a hair brush and some hairspray to untangle my hair and make myself a bit presentable again. 

The rest of our lunch break was pretty uneventful.

Around 2 pm, Henry walked up to me and said: "Maya, follow me please."

"Yes sir." I said as he led me towards the elevator.

After pressing the button for the eighteenth floor and waiting for the doors to close, he glanced at me and said: "Unbutton your blouse."

"There we go again." I thought to myself, as I undid my blouse all the way and nervously looked at the elevator display, hoping the elevator would go straight to the eighteenth floor. It did and as Henry got out, I followed him, but not with an easy mind. To my surprise and relief, the whole floor seemed deserted.

The floor layout was pretty simply; there was a large mid-section, composed of standard work cubicles - each one designed to house no more than two persons - and some meetings rooms, offices, a bathroom and a few other rooms which I couldn't readily identify. These areas were separated from the cubicle section by an aisle of about a meter wide, which ran all the way around it.

"Where is everyone?" I wondered as I followed Henry towards the cubicle section.

"They're all in there." he replied as he pointed towards a large meeting room on the far side of the floor. "Weekly pep talk or brainstorming session, whatever you wanna call it."

Nervously, I examined the meeting room from afar. Located in a corner, the room had two outer walls completely made up of windows and its two inner walls consisted entirely of frosted, milky glass, except for the door which was completely see-through. I could make up dozens of silhouettes, which were all sitting perfectly still, probably listening attentively to a central speaker.




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 05



"Take off your blouse." Henry said as he turned towards me in the middle of a seemingly random cubicle, fished out his erection and started wobbling his dick around in his fist. Uneasily, I took off my blouse and waited for my next command.

"Good, now blow me." he said as he sat down on the chair of whoever's cubicle this was. I sank to my knees, somehow relieved that I could hide behind the cubicle walls for a bit. I grabbed his cock, gave it a few tugs and then put it my mouth. After sucking him for about two minutes, he whispered: "That's enough hon, get up and take off your bra."

I was just a tad scared now; being a complete whore on our own floor was one thing, but to go and do something like this on another floor, during work hours was something else altogether. Henry gently tugged at his throbbing cock as I took off my bra. Maybe it was because I was standing there exposed and in clear sight of anyone anywhere on the floor, but it seemed like forever before he gave his next command.

"Follow me." he whispered as he got up and walked out of the cubicle.

When I bent down to pick up my blouse and bra, he said: "Don't... leave 'm."

I followed him to another random cubicle where he sat down again and just looked at me for about twenty seconds, lusting after my fat tits, as he wanked his big dick.

"Your skirt." he whispered.

I unzipped it and let it fall on the ground. 

"Now suck it again." he said.

After about a minute, he got and started walking around again; I left my skirt in the cubicle - which obviously was the whole idea - and followed him. In the next cubicle, he made me take off my panties and heels and before long I was sucking his giant cock yet again. When he got up the third time, he walked out of the mid-section and headed towards the large meeting room. Pretty soon, we were now so close that we could actually hear people talking and laughing.

"Get on your back." he said as his eyes seemed to track several silhouettes through the frosted glass while he took off his pants and boxers. Although I was scared shitless of getting detected, I did as I was told and spread my legs. Henry quickly got on his knees, shoved his dick into my well-lubed cunt and started fucking me right there, with nothing but some frosted glass to separate us from at least twenty-five to thirty people. He fucked me missionary style for a few minutes, then got on top of me and screwed me deep and slowly. After pounding me doggy-style for another few minutes and giving my ass a few deep shoves too, he got up again. Glad we were moving away from the meeting room, I anxiously followed him through the cubicle section to the other side of the floor, to a small room with no door. When I walked in, I noticed a large professional copier; although there were other items in the room - such as a small shredder and several recycling bins in different colors - it seemed to be the main function of the room. I turned to face Henry, not knowing what he wanted me to do. 

"Open it." he said as he pointed towards the copier. I walked towards it and opened the top lid to expose the glass plate. Before I could step back or turn, Henry pinned me against the machine and pressed his hard cock between my ass cheeks, his hands in the meantime reaching around to cup my tits. After playing with my rack for a bit, he pushed my legs further apart and pulled them away from the machine a little bit, so he could plunge his cock into my cunt more easily. As his cock started sliding in and out of my wet hole, he put one hand on my back and started pushing down until my tits were pressed up against the glass plate. Then, the bastard pressed the copy button, causing the mechanism under me to light up and start moving from left to right. A second or two later, I heard a sheet of paper exiting the machine, probably with my tits perfectly printed on it. It all seemed to fuel his lust as he started fucking me faster, pressing me down harder and kept hitting the copy button over and over again. I moaned as I kept my eyes closed to keep from getting blinded by the continual light below me.

Two or three minutes - and a lot of copies - later, I orgasmed and extended my arms to grab the edges of the machine as my body rocked and shuddered.

Henry managed to keep fucking me for another minute or so, before pulling out and grunting: "Move!"

I lifted my tits off the glass plate and backed away from the machine, stepping onto the dozens of copies of my tits which had fallen onto the ground due to the lack of room on the tray. Henry meanwhile stepped up to the copier and spurted a colossal load of gooey cum onto the glass plate. Although he had to stand on the tips of his toes, he managed to get all of it - except for one or two stray drops - onto his target. When his balls were empty, he stepped back, turned towards me and dragged his deflating cock clear across over my tummy. I just stood there, looking down at his cock head leaving behind a small thin line of cum on my skin. Then he faced the copier again and lowered the lid onto the glass plate, mashing his generous load between them. After putting on his pants and boxers and rearranging his clothes for about twenty seconds, he stepped out of the room, with me in tow. When we exited the room, we seemed to have different ideas of where to go: while he was heading to the elevator, I headed for the cubicles.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"To pick up my clothes." I replied, somewhat surprised that he would ask that question.

"No, don't be silly." he said. "Leave 'm!"

As if leaving behind a copious amount of cum wedged in the copier and dozens of copies of my tits wasn't enough, now we were also going to abandon my entire outfit, for no specific reason. But hey, if this was what he wanted.

"Yes sir." I said as I followed him towards the elevator.

When we arrived back at our floor, I was somewhat relieved - as if reaching a safe harbour. After walking out of the central hallway and into our offices, I saw Becky on her knees in the middle of the passage - fully clothed for once - with David and Donald standing on either side of her. She glanced briefly at Henry and me, just as she let David's cock slip out of her mouth and gulped down Donald's.

"Oh Maya, good you're here." David said.

"And dressed for the occasion." Donald joked as Becky was furiously sucking his cock.

"Are you done with her?" David asked Henry.

"She's all yours, boys." Henry replied as he patted David on the shoulder and walked past them, heading straight for his office. Although I had a pretty good idea of what they wanted, I had to wait for David or Donald to give me an order. That order came a few seconds later, not verbally, but in the form of a downward push on my shoulder by Donald's hand. I sank to my knees, now face to face with Becky, who still had Donald's cock in her mouth. When I slowly moved my head towards David's cock, Donald stopped me by putting his hand on my head and turning it towards him.

"You girls need to learn how to share." he grunted as he guided my head towards his cock. Becky looked into my eyes and let his cock slip from her mouth gently; as she started focusing on one side of his shaft, touting her lips and moving back and forth, she was making room for my mouth to do the same on the other side.

As Becky and I each started kissing, licking and sucking one side of his cock, Donald moaned loudly and grunted: "That's it... oh yeah."

"Damn, that's so fucking hot." David said as he started tugging harder on his dick. Without taking our mouths off Donald's cock, we smiled at each other, our lips nearly constantly touching each other. A minute or so later, when Becky and I made eye contact again, she signaled me with to switch by glancing over at David's cock. A few seconds later she stopped and turned her head towards him. I did the same and we each started giving him the same treatment as we did Donald. Sometimes our lips were synchronized, moving up and down his throbbing shaft together, and sometimes they moved in opposite directions, creating extra friction.

When it was almost time to switch again, David said: "Don't stop girls, I am so fucking close."

We did as we were told and kept at it.

"Oh yeah... oh fuck yeah... keep going... oh shit... oh fuck yeaaaaa."

While our touted lips were moving up and down his shaft - in perfect sync now, several powerful jets of cum exploded from the tip of his massive, purple head. Donald had to step back to avoid getting cum on his pant leg. When David was done blasting, Becky eagerly engulfed the whole thing, forcing me out of the way and cleaned it very toroughly. When she was done with him, we started slobbering over Donald's cock again, trying to get him off as well. David - having blasted his load - quickly lost interest in the scene and stuffed his cock back in his pants, moving towards the kitchen, probably to get a drink. Getting Donald off took slightly longer and when he finally did approach his orgasm, he also had a different idea on where to blow his load.

"Just Becky!" he groaned. I moved back, giving her the run of his cock and just sat there, watching the scene up close - as I figured that's what he wanted. Becky started concentrating on his sensitive tip, bobbing her head up and down that part of his cock really fast.

"All over your pretty face, Becky." Donald grunted.

Becky stopped sucking immediately, letting his throbbing shaft rest on her chin as she continued stimulating the bottom of his cock head with her tongue. Moments later Donald exploded, coating her nose, left cheek, left eye, part of her forehead and hairline, all in thick, yummy cum. When his ejaculation subsided, she simply opened her mouth and let his cock head slip in, draining it further and sucking it completely clean.

"That was amazing, thanks girls." he said as he stumbled towards his office. It's true what they say: time flies when you're having fun! I glanced at the clock while Becky and I moved towards our desk - she to clean the cum off her face and me to put on a new outfit - and was somewhat surprised that it was already half past three.

The guys had no further use for us and so at around 5.15 I said goodbye to Becky and left for the bus stop. After waiting for just three or four minutes, a limo stopped right in front of me. As the window rolled down, I noticed it was Jerry, probably on his way to some fancy event.

"Can I offer you a ride?"

"Sure." I replied as I got in.

"Whereto?" he asked as I sat down across from him.

After giving him my home address, I started looking around, having never been in a limo before.

"Can I pour you a drink, Maya?" he asked as the limo started moving again.

"No thank you sir." I replied.

We were only driving for about thirty seconds when his cell phone rang; he answered it and consulted some papers that were spread out on the seat next to him. As the call progressed, he had no further interest in the papers and started looking at me. First in a casual kind of way, but pretty soon I saw lust in his eyes. As he continued talking on the phone, he put his right foot in between my feet and gently nudged them open. I smiled, realizing what he wanted, and opened my legs slowly as far as I could; as I kept looking at him, his crotch began to bulge and I knew I was going to have to take one more load before getting home. He finished his call as quickly as he could and then pressed one of the buttons on his door, opening the roof above us.

"Why don't you have a look around? The city is beautiful this time of night." he asked.

I smiled, stood up and carefully stuck my head out. Jerry was right: the city did look somewhat different from a moving limo; although the streets were bustling with activity, it all seemed kind of peaceful, almost serene. After enjoying the scenery for a full five seconds, I felt Jerry's hands on my ass, cupping my butt cheeks. Pretty soon, he was unzipping my skirt and pulling down my panties. Slowly, he nudged my legs apart until my feet were about a meter apart and inserted two of his strong fingers inside of me. Gently, but at the same time compellingly, he started fingering me, forcing me to put my hands on the roof top to keep myself from sinking to my knees. While his fingers pistoned in and out of my cunt, he kissed the small of my back and reached around my upper body to fondle my tits through my blouse. I'll admit: it was quite a thrill to get fingered and molested while driving around with my head out of the roof of a limo! 

When he stopped fondling my tits a few minutes later - and I didn't feel that hand anywhere else on my body anymore - I assumed he was jacking off his no doubt hard cock. I knew he wasn't going to make me cum; first of all, it would extremely challenging in my current position, but secondly and most importantly: it wasn't exactly high on his list of priorities. He had had his kick and now it was time to shoot his load: after a good minute, he pulled his fingers out of me all together and wiped them off on my ass. With a tug on my blouse, he made it clear that he wanted me back in the limo, so I duck my head inside and sat back down across from him.

"Get on your knees on the floor and hang your head back." he grunted.

I slid off my seat and got on my knees, facing one of the doors, then hung my head back until I could see his contorted face.

"I am going to cum all over your stupid face." he moaned, stating the obvious.

"Oh yes sir, that's what it's there for." I moaned seductively, meaning what I said; I was aching to get the old man's juice splattered in my face. I longed for it, I needed it!

"Can I kick you out of the car as soon as I am done with you?" he asked, furiously jacking his cock, clearly close to an orgasm.

"Off course sir, just throw my slut ass out when you've unloaded your balls on my face. No sense in keeping a useless cunt like me around, is there?" I replied.

That did it: he started moaning loudly and began ejaculating long thick strands of cum, draping them neatly across my face, hair- and neckline. I turned and twisted my head, cooperating with him to get his cum in as much places as I could. He noticed that I was more than just a little cooperative and after squeezing the last drops out of his cock, he whispered in my left ear: "You're a truly wonderful whore, Maya."

With that he knocked on the divider between our section and the driver's section, which caused the driver to slow down and pull over. 

"Now get the fuck out of my limo." he whispered, reaching over me and opening the passenger door. Without the slightest hesitation, I got up and stepped out, trying to see out of my eyes which had pretty much been creamed shut. I used my blouse to scoop most of the cum out my eyes and as I glanced at the limo driving off, I noticed Jerry throwing my skirt, panties and purse out of the roof top. I hurried over to where my clothes landed and put them on as quickly as I could.

Then, when I finally took a moment to have a good look around and wonder where I was, I realized that the old bastard had given me a lift to the wrong side of town, the exact opposite direction of where I needed to go! Chances are that nor Jerry nor the limo driver were even paying attention to me when I gave them my address. It was going take me forever to get home, I thought to myself, feeling my cunt spontaneously contract after realizing how much the old fart had abused me. Luckily, it was the warehouse section of town, where very few people ventured, especially after dusk. Still, there were a few beggars and homeless persons which had seen me exit the car and put on my clothes, but they were clearly no treat. As Jerry's limo disappeared in the distance, I started walking towards the center of town and hailed the first cab I came across, about fifteen minutes later; luckily, I still had the VISA from work. The driver shot me all kinds of dirty looks in his rear view mirror, no doubt recognizing a skanky slut when he saw one, but I didn't care. Hey, if he wanted his cock sucked too, all he needed to do was ask!



Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 06



But he didn't ask, and I didn't offer. So, after an uneventful cab drive, I snuck into the house and headed straight to the bathroom to take a much needed shower. After throwing my dirty clothes in the laundry basket, I put on a nighty - a short one. When I came back down, dinner was on the table and hubby was clearly in a playful mood, after seeing me in my nighty. Figuring I might as well give him a turn too, I got down on my knees in front of him and sucked his balls dry. When he was about to cum, I jacked him off all over the floor - deliberately not taking his spunk in my mouth. He seemed content with that smidgen of sexual attention, so we ate dinner and spent the rest of the night in front of the tv.

In the morning, I got up and left before he was up, I wanted to get an early start. After arriving at the office around 8.15, I managed to catch up on some paperwork by the time the guys started arriving. Brian was the first one to stumble in, but was clearly too tired for any kind of action. Aside from the standard hello, he just walked into his office, probably to get some more sleep.

At 8h43, Becky walked in, carrying her panties in her right hand, her skirt all wrinkled and covered in cum. Henry stepped out of the elevator right behind her, zipping up his pants. Becky and I shared a smile as Henry greeted me and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of coffee.

The next one to arrive was Jerry - about fifteen minutes later. As soon as he walked in, I realized he was fired up and looking for something to abuse. As luck would have it, I was the first thing to catch his eye and so he snapped his fingers at me and motioned me to follow him, as if I was a dog. On his way into his office, he almost ran into Henry and greeted him with a unrecognizable murmuring, which confirmed my suspicion that he was in a foul mood for some reason.

"Take off your clothes." he said, after I walked into his office and closed the door behind us.

He sat down behind his desk and while I was still taking off my clothes, he said "When you're naked, turn around to face the door, bend over and pull your ass cheeks apart."

Being the good little whore that I am, I complied and got into the requested position, then reached back and put a hand on each one of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart as far as I could. In that disgustingly - yet wonderfully - humiliating position, he ignored me for the longest time. As my head was facing the floor, I had no means of keeping track of time, but I figure it must have been ten or twelve minutes. Uncomfortable and degrading as it was, I patiently waited for my next command - if one was even coming - without as much as a sigh. I honestly couldn't tell if he was horny or if he was just degrading me for the fun of it.

Finally, he said "Stand up and turn around."

After giving me a few seconds to regain my orientation and balance, he looked me in the eye and asked "Have you given anyone here a rimjob yet?"

"No sir," I replied as I could feel my cunt contract.

"Outside of work?"

"Once."

"Your husband?"

"No," I smirked.

"Did you like it?"

"Not particularly," I replied honestly.

"That's too bad..." he said as he got up and pulled down his pants and boxers.

"'Cause you're going to lick my ass while you jack me off," he continued as he placed his hands on the desk and leaned slightly forward, looking me in the eye.

"Yes sir," I replied as I gasped for breath and walked around the desk, getting on my knees behind him. As I reached for his half-hard cock and started tugging it, I used my other hand to pry his ass cheeks open and stick my tongue in between them. Immediately, an overwhelming scent of peaches filled my nostrils, and as I began tracing circles around his asshole, I tasted some sort of soap or shower gel. Thankful that he had prepared for the occasion, I started jacking and licking to the best of my abilities, making him squirm and moan. Although he was squeaky clean back there, this was by far the nastiest thing I had ever done. I licked and tugged like the fucking whore that I was, and still, a part of me wished that I had a third hand to fuck myself with. 

His dick responded well and I had him spurting in just a few minutes; after splattering his cum all over the front panel of his desk and the floor, he turned around and stuffed his dripping cock in my mouth. After letting me suck and lick his cock and balls clean, extensively, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "My turn, get on the desk, bitch."

Realizing I was going to need some additional coordinates and instructions, he promptly added, "On your knees, facing the door, and pull your ass cheeks apart."

I quickly got on the desk and assumed the requested position, folding in on myself, my ass just above my feet and my face flat against the desk. He sat down in his chair and scooted closer, putting his head against my ass, confirming that I was clean as a whistle too and then started licking my asshole. He really pushed his face into it and reached for my tits with both hands; as he started mauling them, he really went to town on my sensitive asshole. God, I was so horny!

I was hoping he would let go of my tits and put some fingers up my cunt, but no such luck, he just kept juggling my tits around and licking me back there for minutes on end. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

To my surprise, he poked his head up just long enough to say, "Enter."

From the corner of my eye, I recognized women's legs entering Jerry's office.

"Excuse me sir, but the Beijing delegation is on its way," Becky said.

"Fuck," he exclaimed as he stopped and poked his head up once again.

"Becky, take over here will ya?" Jerry said as he stood up and picked up the phone.

"Henry, where are we on the Beijing contract? They'll be here soon," I heard Jerry ask.

"Ok, general meeting. Your office, now. I'll be there in two," he said, as he put down the phone.

While Jerry pulled his boxers and pants back up, Becky walked around the desk and sat down in his chair, leaned in closer and started licking my cunt - an honest mistake. After a few seconds, Jerry suddenly said, "Her ass, Becky, not her twat."

Becky poked her head up and said, "Apologies sir," - as if she had misplaced a file - and dove right back in - the right hole this time.

After glancing at us one last time, Jerry walked out of the office. 

Embarrassed for what Becky had been instructed to do to me, I glanced over my shoulder and said, "You don't have to do that, you know."

"Yes I do," she murmured.

"But it's just us in here, the door is closed and we can hear him coming," I whispered.

"It doesn't work that way, Maya, we're whores and we do as we're told, whether they can see us or not."

"It's just that I am not comfortable with..."

"Don't worry about it, I have done far worse things than this," Becky muttered.

"Would you mind ramming a few fingers up my cunt, I am so fucking horny," I asked, almost pleading.

"That was not part of my instructions..." she replied.

"... but then again, he was pretty vague; he didn't tell not to get you off," she continued, and with that she wriggled two fingers up my twat and started fucking the shit out of me.

Within seconds, I started moaning and wheezing.

"If you want me to finger you, you'll have to be quiet," she warned and stopped for a few moments, to make sure I knew she wasn't kidding.

"Okay, okay, I am sorry," I whispered softly, panting.

As she resumed her assault on my ass and twat, I limited my moaning and did my best to breathe through my nose. Aside from the occasional soft whimper, I managed to stay quiet, even through the lengthy and wonderful climax she gave me. After my orgasm, she pulled her fingers out of me slowly and continued licking. 

Maybe it was the constant presence of her tongue against my ass, but I never really stopped being horny. Quite the contrary in fact, I only seemed to be getting hotter. After ignoring my raging and increasing lust for a few more minutes, I poked my head up, looked over my shoulder and asked, "Becky, would you mind?"

Apparently she realized what state I was in, because she immediately - without even having to finish my sentence - stuffed her fingers back up my wet twat and started fingering me again. The same restriction to making noise were still in effect, so I closed my eyes and pursed my lips together as I whined, wheezed and bucked against her finger fucking. In the next ten minutes, she brought me off twice more, before finally we heard the guys in the hallway wrapping things up. Becky quickly pulled her fingers out of me and started licking my cunt feverishly, as if she was trying to hide the evidence of what she'd been doing. She had just wedged her tongue back between my ass cheeks when Jerry came back in.

"Right, I'd forgotten about you two cunts in here," Jerry stated disrespectfully, "Dismissed."

I quickly jumped off the desk, gathered my clothes and scurried out of his office along with Becky. A wonderful sensation of absolute humiliation sent shivers down my spine. We were little more than objects to him... god, I loved that!

We scampered out of the office and while I sat down behind my desk, rearranging my clothes, Becky hurried towards the restroom, probably to clean off her face and rinse out her mouth. When she came back out, I headed for the restroom myself, figuring my mouth could use a good rinsing too. When I came out, Becky was not behind her desk, so I knew she was probably doing one of the guys. I tended to some actual paperwork while I waited for a next assignment or Becky to talk to.

About fifteen minutes later, I got an email - directed at both Becky and myself - from Carter, telling Becky he would be at the office in half an hour or less and that she should put the cake ready. I didn't understand and considering he had stipulated a deadline, I went looking for Becky. I put my ear against Jerry's door, then Henry's, before hearing her voice through Brian's.

I knocked and said, "Sir, it's Maya."

"Come in," he said.

I opened the door and slithered in, closing the door as quickly as I could behind me. Becky was sitting on a chair, right next to him, her chest naked and tits out in the open, her left hand wrapped around Brian's cock, stroking him while her right hand was writing down whatever he was dictating. They both looked up at me for a moment.

"Don't stop unless I tell you to," he whispered as he briefly turned to Becky.

Then he looked at me, slightly annoyed about the interruption and said, "What is it?"

"Forgive the interruption sir, but Carter sent us an email with instructions and I have insufficient information. With your permission, I would like to ask Becky for..." I said, overly polite.

"Fine, fine, go ahead," Brian barked. I looked at Becky, whose hand was still flying up and down Brian's cock and said, "Carter asked for a cake, but I couldn't quite make up what..."

Becky smiled and interrupted me, "It means he had a fight with his wife, lost the argument and now he wants to take his frustrations out on me, check our contact list for bakery Sweet Caroline, call them and ask them to deliver a large frosted cake, as quickly as possible."

"Got it, but what do I..."

"Don't worry about the rest, I'll take care of it," Becky said.

As I turned to leave, Brain said, "Don't go!"

I froze and turned back towards him, realizing he was going to burst.

"Look at my cock, you fucking sluts!" he exclaimed, caught up in the moment.

Becky and I looked down at his cock, as her hand was now a blur over it; mere seconds later, he started bucking in his chair and flung his cum all over his desk, his lap and Becky's hand and arm.

I waited until the whole thing was over, then carefully asked, "May I please be excused, sir?"

"Yes, get out," he sighed as he relaxed in his chair.

As I walked out and closed the door, I could hear him say, "Get on your knees and..."

I hurried over to my desk and did as Becky had instructed me. About five minutes later, Becky walked out of Brian's office, wiping her mouth and walked up to her desk.

"Did you order the cake?"

"Yes, but will you please tell me what's going on?"

"Remember your job description? To offer relieve? Well, in this case it's more than just sexual frustration; it's marriage counseling. You see, Carter's wife is a bakery's assistant and she works over at Sweet Caroline's bakery. Nothing else I say will accurately describe it, you'll just have to see for yourself."

My cunt tingled as I started connecting the dots.

About twenty minutes later, Carter stormed into the office and looked at Becky, "Is it here?"

"Not yet sir," she replied.

"Come and get me as soon as it's here."

"Yes sir." Becky replied.

I heard him whisper something along the lines of "stupid cunt" as he stormed into his office and slammed the door shut. I don't know whether that remark was directed at Becky or me, or his wife. About ten minutes later the cake arrived. Becky paid for it with the company credit card and then took it into the kitchen, unboxed it and put it on the table.

Then she walked over to Carter's office, knocked and said, "It's here sir."

We walked back to the kitchen, followed by an infuriated Carter who rushed in, took out his cock and asked, "What the hell is she doing here?" - looking at me.

"I thought it might be good for her to see this, she might need to do this someday if I am not available," Becky replied.

Carter looked me up and down with a foul glare in his eyes and said, "Fine, but the bitch better be quiet!"

I knew better than to respond, so Becky did it for me, "She will sir, the bitch will be quiet."

After giving me a wicked smile, Becky moved towards the table, right in front of where the cake was and pushed down her skirt and panties, wiggling out of both of them. She then put her hands flat on the table on either side of the cake and leaned slightly forward, pushing her ass back, until her face was about thirty centimeters above the cake. Carter unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and took 'm down, along with his boxers. His hard cock veered up and down as he walked up behind Becky. She glanced back at him and his cock one last time, confirming that he was almost in position and then faced forward again, hanging her head down submissively.

Carter placed the tip of his massive cock against her entrance and then put his hand in her sides, as if he was getting ready to slam into her as hard as he could. To my surprise however, he entered her really slow, sliding his thick shaft into her in one slow, yet unwavering motion. Becky gasped when his cock was all the way in and whispered, as he began fucking her, "Oh yeah baby, that feels so good... it's been far too long since I've had your cock in me!"

I surmised that Becky was initiating some sort of roleplay, taking on the role of Carter's wife.

"And whose fault is that, bitch?" Carter replied as he slid his cock back and forth.

"Don't call me bitch, especially when we're fucking!" Becky replied, looking back, feigning anger.

"I'll call you whatever the fuck I want, you got that, you stupid cunt!"

Becky immediately turned around, causing his cock to slip out of her and said, "Don't call me that, you know how much I hate that word!" apparently searing with anger.

"Turn around and bend over." Carter said, grinding between his teeth.

"Not until you apologize," Becky said, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"Oh bitch, you got it backwards." Carter said as he grabbed her by her hair and pushed her down to her knees, bringing her face to within inches of his wet cock. Becky placed her hands on either side of his crotch and started pushing back, trying to keep his cock throbbing cock away from her mouth.

"No, not in my mouth, you've just been inside..." she whined.

She was unable to finish her sentence, however, as his cock made contact with her lips; she immediately closed her mouth and started turning her head left to right to avoid any more contact with his cock. Suddenly Carter took his right hand off her head and used it slap her left cheek, rather hard. Becky immediately stopped all her resisting and screamed, "You can't treat me like that, I am your wife!"

"Then act like it," Carter replied, "Open your mouth and swallow my fucking cock!"

Feigning reluctance, Becky slowly parted her lips and put them against his cock, with a look of disgust and shame. Then, she slowly took his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until he was all the way in.

"Good, you little slut, now start sucking!"

Becky started bobbing her head up and down his shaft, still pretending she didn't like it.

"Yeah, you like that taste?" Carter asked after putting his right hand on her head.

She resolutely shook her head and moaned disapprovingly, but continued sucking his dick anyway.

"No? That's too bad," Carter replied as he pulled his dick out of her mouth and pulled her up, turning her around with her ass towards him and her face hovering over the cake again. 

"You don't want it up your twat and you don't like it in your mouth. Well then, princess, there's only one place left to put it," Carter said as he jammed his cock in between her ass cheeks.

"No, not in there," Becky whined, as she slowly reached back with both hands, spread her ass cheeks and briefly broke character to help Carter stuff it up her ass. As soon as his tip was in, she put her hands back on the table and continued her whining. 

"Not up my ass, please, that's so degrading!"

Carter started moving his hips back and forth, slowly fucking her ass and grunted, "Yes, I know!"

"My god," Becky moaned as she glanced back over her shoulder, "You're [moan] getting off on this aren't you, you [moan] sick bastard!"

Carter didn't reply, instead he started fucking her ass faster and harder, making her moan even louder. After he'd established a nice rhythm, he put his right hand on her head again and slowly started pushing her down, towards the cake.

"What are you [moan] doing? No, don't [moan]... not the cake [moan]... please, my make-up [moan], my hair [moan]... please, I baked [moan] that [moan] cake for you [moan]!" Becky whined as her face kept getting closer to the cake.

When her nose was nearly touching the frosting, Carter suddenly slammed down, ramming her face into the cake, sending morsels of frosting and cake all over the place. Becky started struggling to get her face free and squealed whorisly into the cake. When Carter allowed her to poke her head up about three seconds later, she shrieked, "Oh my god, I can't believe you did..."

Carter didn't even give her the time to finish her sentence as he pushed her face down again; during all of her struggling, screaming and banging her fists on the table, he simply fucked her ass as hard as he liked. As he let her up again, she immediately looked back over her shoulder and screamed, feigning anger, "You asshole, don't do that again!"

"What, this?" Carter asked as he smashed her face into the cake a third time, left cheek first this time. As he kept her face into the cake a little longer this time, he really jackhammered her ass, fucking her hard and deep. Although she was still struggling, I could actually hear her moaning in the cake.

After what must have been twenty or more seconds, Carter yanked her head up by her hair and asked, "Again?"

"No [moan], stop it, you [moan] fucking..." Becky started to protest.

Before she could finish her insult, her face was smashed into the cake a fourth time. This time, Carter held her pinned down in the cake for even longer while he mercilessly fucked her ass. At a certain point, Becky stopped resisting so much, signaling Carter that he had broken her.

"Again?" Carter asked as he yanked her head up again.




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 06



"If [moan] that's what you [moan] want [moan]..." Becky whispered submissively.

"Mm, seems like someone learned her lesson." Carter said.

"I [moan] have," Becky whispered as she nodded her head.

"Then I won't have to hold your head anymore, now will I?" Carter asked, putting his hand alongside the other one on Becky's ass.

"No [moan] baby [moan], you won't," Becky replied, even more submissive than before.

As Carter continued fucking her ass, she lowered her head and began rubbing both cheeks back and forth into what was left of the cake.

"Oh yeah, you fucking bitch... wallow in it, show me what a dumb slut you are!" Carter grunted.

And with that, Becky reached out with both hands, gathered a pretty big amount of unspoiled frosting in her hands and smashed it on top of her head - which she pushed back down in the remnants of the cake - and started smearing and massaging it in her hair. "Oh fuck yeah, you stupid cunt!" Carter exclaimed.

Taking me completely by surprise, Carter turned towards me, looked at me for a second or two and said, "On your knees," and pointed to the floor right next to him. As quickly as I snapped out of it, I hurried over and dropped to my knees, tilting my head upwards and opening my mouth as wide as I could, figuring that was what he wanted.

"Close it," he grunted as he pulled his throbbing cock out of Becky's ass and pointed it towards me. I quickly closed my mouth, just in time to receive his first, massive blast on my nose, mouth and chin. Groaning like a wild boar, he immediately corrected his aim and blasted both my eyes shut, creamed my entire forehead and hairline, and deliberately dripped some on my clothes.

When he was done, he stepped back and leaned against the wall, moaning, "Good god Becky, that was one of the best ones we've done so far!" 

Becky got up, turned around, wiped some cake of her face - onto the floor - and replied, with a wide grin on her face, "Glad you liked it, sir, you looked like you needed some relief."

For a brief moment, it seemed like he was going to treat her like an equal and share something personal, but then he visibly changed his mind and said, "Get on your knees next to Maya."

Becky did as she was ordered.

Carter stepped away from the wall and came towards us, pushing his half-hard cock against my lips. I opened up and swallowed it, suckling and nibbling on it, licking it all over. After a minute or so, he took his shrunken cock out and pointed it towards Becky's face. She opened up as willingly as I had and took his completely flaccid dick in her mouth, giving it a tongue bath herself. After switching between our slut mouths a few more times, he sighed deeply and said, "Thanks girls, now if you'll excuse me, I've got to call my dumb wife and apologize."

He zipped up and walked out.

"Jeezes," I whispered, looking at Becky, scooping the cum out of my eyes.

"Marriage counseling at the price of a cake... and a willing twat." Becky smiled, getting up and wiping some more cake off her face.

"How often have you done this?" I asked as I finally managed to open both my eyes again.

"I don't know, twenty, thirty times." Becky replied, using some paper towels to clean her face, "Every time he gets into a serious fight with the misses, I guess."

"God," I replied as I used some paper towel too to clean the last of his cum off my face, "How are we supposed to clean this up?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it after my lunch break," Becky replied as she picked up her panties and skirt. "Talking of which, would you mind spending yours on your knees? I really need a tongue up my twat!"

"Sure," I replied as if she'd just asked me to borrow some change.

As I was getting ready to drop to my knees, right then and there - genuinely looking forward to eating some pussy - she walked out of the kitchen. Realizing she had another location in mind, I followed her into the hallway, then into the restroom and finally into one of the stalls. I looked at her as she threw her skirt and panties on the floor and sat down on the toilet, leaning with her back against the reservoir and hiking her legs up, putting both her feet against the closed door behind me. 

I got down on my knees in front of her and put my mouth against her wet cunt and started licking.

"God, I am such a filthy whore." I thought to myself, as I realized how close my mouth and tongue were to the toilet seat. As there were plenty of other venues available - meeting rooms, a free office, our desk... heck, we could have stayed in the kitchen for this - for me to lick her twat, it was clear that she had chosen this randy location simply to degrade me.

Which was just fine by me; my loyalty towards her greatly surpassed any reservations I might have had. Becky could have dunked my head in the toilet bowl, flushed three times and I still would have eaten her twat. That's how committed - and what a fucking slut - I was! First, I sucked on her clit for a bit, then tongue-fucked her, then drew the alphabet on her clit with my tongue, fingered her for bit, then slobbered over it like a dog, until she finally came and screamed like a high school slut... and then I simply did it all again. And again. And again.

After spending thirty-five minutes on my knees on the tiled restroom floor, Becky suddenly tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Break's over, we should get back to work."

We got up and cleaned ourselves up at the sink, one after the other, and then walked back to our desks. Well, I did, while Becky went into the kitchen to clean up the mess she and Carter had made earlier.

In the early afternoon, Becky was doing her nails at her desk. 

When Brian and Henry came back from lunch and passed by our desks, Henry stopped to look at Becky for a second - his mind racing - as Brian simply continued to his office and closed the door. As Becky had just finished applying her nail polish, she was letting them dry, blowing on them lightly. It was the ideal moment for what Henry, the bastard, had in mind. He walked around the desk and whipped out his cock, saying, "Becky, I wanna cum on your tits."

She smirked at his impeccable timing and looked down at her blouse, figuring out how she was going to do this.

"Here, let me help you," Henry said as he reached over to a pair of scissors on her desk, his cock touching her arm in the process. Becky realized what was going to happen and grinned widely as she relaxed and simply said, "Yes sir."

"We wouldn't want you to get nail polish on your blouse, now would we?" he said as he moved the scissors towards her cleavage.

Although her blouse had buttons all the way down, Henry starts cutting right next to them, all the way down, until her blouse fell open. Still with her hands up in the air, Becky glanced over at me as Henry used the scissors to cut through the gore of her bra, causing it to burst open and her tits to bounce up and down for a moment.

After putting the scissors back on the desk, he grabbed his cock again and started wanking, whispering, "There, that's better, isn't it?"

"Yes sir," Becky whispered submissively, looking down at her ruined bra, blouse and exposed tits. Henry jacked off as the two of us stared at his cock, until he finally exploded several minutes later and jizzed all over Becky's naked tits and neckline. After wiping himself on her right cheek, he zipped up and whispered, "Thank hon," as he walked into his own office, and closed the door.

While her nail polish continued to dry, Becky just sat there, holding her hands in the air, waving her hands to speed up the drying process, with her bra and blouse hanging in shreds and Henry's cum dripping down her tits onto her tummy. As his cum was getting dangerously close to her skirt, she looked at me and asked, "Could you grab a tissue and wipe it off before it..."

Before she could finish her sentence, I had gotten up and had bent down my head towards her stomach. As I started licking up all of Henry's cum I could find - making slurping noises in the process - Becky giggled and said, "Or you could just suck it all up like a whore!" 

I had extensively cleaned her tummy and neckline, and was now focusing on her tits - her nipples to be exact - when Donald came in from lunch. As he walked up to our desks and stared at us for a few seconds, I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. Suddenly, he reached into his coat, producing a used condom, which had been tied into a knot at the end to contain the healthy amount cum inside of it. He reached out and handed it to me. I accepted the condom and simply held it in my hand for a moment, realizing I was going to have to do something with it. Without instructions from his end, I improvised and slowly fumbled with the knot, trying to undo it, but as that didn't seem to work, I used Becky's scissors to cut the condom open just below the knot. 

After putting the scissors back down, I moved the condom towards me, very slowly - giving Donald every chance to correct me if I wasn't doing what he wanted - and started pouring the contents of the rubber onto my blouse, as slowly as I could. But because the spunk inside of it was so chunky, it all came out at once and covered my entire left tit in a big glob of gooey cum. After letting the last drops drip out, I simply held the condom in front of me again. Although he nodded contently as he looked at my blouse, he kept staring at me and the condom, clearly waiting for me to do something else with it. After ticking off my options, I got up, lifted my skirt with one hand and stuffed the empty condom into my panties, then pulled my skirt back into place.

"Good little whore," he smiled as he cupped his crotch for a moment and then walked into his office.

When I looked over at Becky, she was smiling naughty and said, "You could have just put it in your mouth, you know?"

"I know," I replied, "But I figured he'd already seen that."

"Show off," she smiled.

I smiled as I got on my knees in front of her and asked, "Now, where were we?"

After letting me lick her right nipple for a moment, Becky replied, "You were going to lick my twat again."

"Is that right?" I smiled as I undid her skirt and pulled it down, along with her panties - Becky assisted me by propping herself on her arm rests, using her elbows.

"I think so, yes," she replied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Then I'd better get to it, huh?" I smiled, putting my face between her legs... again.

Once again, I lost track of time as I was licking and eating out Becky's juicy twat. Suddenly, ten or maybe fifteen minutes later, I was startled to hear Brian's voice right next to us.

"Well well well, what do we have here?"

Becky and I looked up at him as he unzipped his pants and fished out his erection. Before I could get out of the way, he roughly pushed me down, causing me to topple over on my side.

"Stay right there, this won't take long," Brian said as looked down at me briefly, then turned his attention to Becky, folding her legs and pushing her knees to her chest. Leaning over her chair, he held her feet right next to her head and sank his massive erection into her sodden twat.

As he slid his cock back and forth, Becky's cunt started producing nasty, squishy sounds, which only seemed to edge him on even further. Although he couldn't have been getting much friction inside of her drenched cunt, he began moaning and panting after barely twenty seconds or so.

"Oh, take it, you fucking bitch," he screamed as he ejaculated in her twat.

After he'd pulled out, he stepped back, zipped up and said, "All yours again Maya!"

Horny as fuck by now, I leaned in and started eating Becky's cunt - again. It didn't take me long to find, taste and swallow all of Brian's fresh, warm cum. Another ten minutes later, I finally got out from under the desk and made my way into the restroom where I cleaned myself up.

Around 3.30, Brian came out of his office and walked into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. Afterwards, he wandered over to Becky's desk, leaned in and whispered something in her ear, then stepped back and sipped from his coffee. Becky reached into her drawer and took out a massive, purple, semi-transparent dildo, got up and followed Brian, who was slowly leading the way into the restroom. When they came back out at exactly 4.17 - I know because I looked at the clock on my computer - her face was beet red and she was walking kind of awkwardly, almost limping. It was clear that the dildo had fulfilled its function quite well. Right behind her was Brian, who's flaccid cock was hanging out of his zipper and looked like it had been drained several times and was not going to get up any time soon.

"Go home Becky, you've earned it!" he whispered, still a bit out of breath as he shuffled back into his office.

"Yes sir," she replied as she threw the dildo back in her drawer, grabbed her purse and put on her coat.

Fighting a smile on her way out as she glanced at me, she said, "See you tomorrow."

About fifteen minutes later, the guys started leaving, first Jerry, then Donald. Then, about the time I was planning to go home, I got a phone call from Henry.

"Yes sir."

"Maya, could you stay a little longer please."

"Um, sure sir," I replied.

"Good, stay at your desk until I tell you to go home, can you do that?" he asked.

"Yes sir." I replied.

Brian left about ten minutes later. As Carter had gone home right after lunch, and David had the day off, it was now just Henry and me in the office. I continued working for a little while longer, then started browsing the internet and basically kept busy, as I expected Henry to come up with some nasty and/or degrading roleplay. Imagine my surprise when he walked out of his office around 5.45 with his overcoat on and carrying his briefcase. He walked over to front desk, looked at me for three whole seconds, then flicked off the four light switches which controlled all the lights in the office, putting me in the dark. After looking at me for another five seconds - his face illuminated by the glare coming from the elevator hallway - he turned and left.

And so there I was, in the dark, the only light coming from the elevator hallway and my computer screen. I picked up my cell phone and called my husband, telling him I'd be home late. He wasn't particularly happy, but I told him it couldn't be helped... which strangely enough was the truth; I had been given my instructions, and no matter how unpleasant, demeaning or pointless they were, I had to - and wanted to - follow them. So, I browsed the internet, did some more administration and fidgeted with my phone, trying to pass the time.

Around 8 pm I got a text from my husband, asking me how much longer I would be. I replied that I didn't have a clue and that I would be home as soon as I could.

8 o'clock turned into 9 o'clock, at which time the lights in the elevator hallway dimmed; my computer screen was now my only source of light - except for my cell phone. I did my best to pass the time, but I got quite bored around half past 9 and for a while I contemplated getting up and walking around, but then Becky's words from that morning resounded in my head, "We're whores and we do as we're told, whether they can see us or not."

To be honest, replaying that line over and over in my head made me wet, especially given the circumstances I was in. Confined to my chair with nothing to do, in almost complete darkness and in increasing colder temperatures - as the central heating had stopped working at 9 pm.

10 o'clock passed.

11 o'clock passed.

At 11.20, I got a text from my husband saying he was going to bed and asking me how I was going to get home, seeing that there were no more busses at this hour. I replied that I would get a cab, at the expense of the company. That seemed to reassure him. Once midnight had passed, I began to prepare myself for the worst case scenario and tried to come to terms with spending the night at my desk - for no reason whatsoever. I had a hard time convincing myself, and if it hadn't been for me being so fucking horny and wet, I think common sense would have prevailed. But it didn't...

Around 12.45 am, I got a text from Henry, consisting of only three words, "GO HOME CUNT".

I dropped my cell phone on the desk, slid off my chair onto my knees and put my right hand under my skirt, into my panties and rammed my index and middle finger up my moist twat in one quick motion. The disgraceful way in which he had made me wait for absolutely no reason, realizing I'd be bored, hungry, thirsty, cold - and horny - was bad enough, but to dismiss me in this shameful fashion, had humiliated me to my very core. The only thing that still made sense at that particular moment was to stuff some fingers up my stupid twat, grope my saggy tits through my blouse and masturbate like there was no tomorrow. 

I finger fucked myself for a good ten minutes before I suddenly thought of something. I smiled, got up and rummaged through Becky's drawer, looking for the dildo she had used earlier. I quickly found it and got back on my knees, stuffing as much of the plastic phallus up my stupid cunt as possible. This seemed to hit the spot a whole lot better than my fingers and so after a couple of more minutes of slamming my cunt down on it, I finally came and screamed at the top of my lungs. Afterwards, I laid down on my back for a while, recuperating and trying to gather up enough self-respect to reopen my eyes.

Eventually, I got up and headed for the restroom to clean myself up and take a leak, then walked into the kitchen for a glass of water and a couple of candy bars. With all of my immediate needs satisfied, I called a cab and grabbed my coat and purse, heading for the elevators. Before entering the hallway, I looked over at Becky's desk, at the drenched purple dildo I had left there for her to find in the morning, and smiled.

Because the garage was the only way in and out of the building after 9 pm, I took the elevator all the way to the basement level. As I stepped out of the elevator, rummaging through my purse looking for my badge, my attention was suddenly drawn by movement about thirty meters away. My cunt instinctively knew who it was, even before my eyes could confirm it.

"Drop the purse, take off your coat," Henry commanded as he walked in my direction.

I complied.

"Lose the skirt," he said as he took another few steps closer, whipping out his cock, which was already fully erect. I unbuttoned my skirt and stepped out of it.

"Get on all fours, your face that way," he added, as he pointed at the wall behind me.

After getting into position, I heard - and sensed - him walking up behind me and then getting on his knees. I felt his giant rod pushing against my left ass cheek, it was throbbingly hard, probably from jacking off. He ripped my panties, rammed his cock into me and fucked me exactly 11 times before roaring loudly and dumping his cum in my stupid cunt. He got up, zipped up and just stood there for a minute, looking down at me. There I was, on my hands and knees on the cold concrete floor of the parking lot, in the middle of the night, having just been used as a cum receptacle. I don't know how else to describe it, I mean 11 shoves - it was just sad!

When he had gawked at me long enough, he turned and walked towards his car as he said, "Come on, I'll drive you home, take off all your clothes and get in the car."

I got up, took off my remaining clothes - including my high heels - and followed him to his car, stark naked.

As I opened the passenger door, Henry said, "Clothes and purse in the back hon."

After throwing everything I was carrying on his back seat, I sat down next to him on the passenger seat and closed the door. 

"You'll have to give me directions," he said as he drove out of the parking lot.




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 06



As I told him how to drive, he told me how he had spent the night on the town, having dinner and drinks with some friends and then going to the movies by himself. It wasn't until he was leaving the movie theater that he had thought of me again and sent me the disrespectful text - which had driven me to sexual frenzy. As his cock had gotten hard from thinking of me - blindly following his commands like a dumb whore - he had simply decided that he was going to fuck me on all fours in the parking lot, just like that. As he was casually relaying all that information to me, his non-steering hand groped my tits, pinched my nipples, cupped my bush and even played with my clit a little bit. He had free reign, my body was his to do with whatever he wanted. While we were waiting at one of the red lights on our route, he even put his fingers - which had, among other places no doubt, been in my twat - in my mouth. 

He continued to grope and play with my body until we reached our destination, some fifteen minutes later. After parking in front of my house, he gently grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head down into his lap.

He fished his flaccid cock out of his pants and pushed the tip of it against my lips. I opened up and sucked it into my mouth. Considering he had blown his load not long before, I had to work quite hard to get him hard again. For more than twenty minutes, I blew my boss on my own driveway, stark naked. All the while I was thinking, what if one of the neighbors was out for a late night stroll? What if someone noticed the strange car on our driveway, with steamy windows no less? What if my husband had to take a leak and gazed out the window?

Although I was slightly nervous about all that, I was too much of a whore to actually care, and so, I finished the (blow)job like a good little slut. After swallowing Henry's cum, I wiped my mouth and looked around to see if the coast was clear. Luckily, the street was completely deserted and none of the houses had any lights on, so I gently opened the car door, grabbed my clothes, shoes and purse from the back seat and closed the car doors as quietly as I could. Then, I ran across our front lawn and around the side of the house, into the backyard. 

There, I put my clothes back on, except for my panties and snuck in through the backdoor. I headed to the bathroom for a quick, though much needed, shower and then crept into bed as silently as humanly possible. As I rolled into place, I suddenly felt something sticky on the sheets. I reached back carefully with my hand and brought some of the stuff up to my face for a smell and a taste. I grinned widely as I realized hubby had probably had a wet dream. After using my fingers to scoop up the rest of his sperm, and swallowing all of it, I finally went to sleep.



Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 07



Well, you get the picture. I might have been a slut before - oh, who am I kidding, I already was a big slut - but Jerry, David, Brian, Henry, Carter and Donald turned me into a downright whore, using, fucking and degrading me day after day, week after week. Instead of giving you guys - and girls - a play-by-play of what happened to me each and every day, I'll stick to some red-letter moments, so you won't get bored.

So, I was having the time of my life - my husband not so much, lol - and getting paid handsomely for a job well done. The guys were able and willing to put in even more effort, thanks to having two whores - instead of just one - at their disposal to have their way with, pretty much anytime and anyhow they wanted, and so the company boomed. We were able to reel in some big accounts and our numbers were looking very good.

During the weekend after my fifth week at the job, I was in a car accident with my husband on a Sunday afternoon; we were driving back home from a visit to mys - real nice, down-to-earth folks - when we were hit by a mini-van. My husband, who was driving, came off scot-free, but as the mini-van hit the passenger's side, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up in the hospital several hours later, I was informed that I had a minor concussion and that I had broken my right fibula bone - a bone in the lower leg. There were no signs of any internal trauma, so all in all, I had been very lucky. 

My broken fibula bone would heal by itself and could take anywhere from a few days to several weeks, in the worst case scenario the doctor said I would have to walk on crutches for a while and do some physiotherapy, but I didn't have to stay in the hospital for that. As soon as my brain would clear of any swelling from the concussion, I could go home. But I wouldn't be able to work for at least a week, possibly two. Although a cast wouldn't speed up the healing process in this case, they had given me one and suspended my leg above the bed nonetheless to remind me to take it easy.

After my husband gave a statement to the police, he called the insurance company, called the auto-shop and also informed the office - I had provided him with Maya's number. He informed her of the situation and assured her, that the necessary paper work would be transmitted. Although I realized I had been very lucky to escape without any permanent damage, I was also very afraid for my job. I knew I couldn't afford to stay home for two weeks, possibly more; Maya would have to compensate and although she was at least as big of a whore as I was, she'd probably wouldn't be able to keep up anymore. In the past, when it had just been her, she was able to handle them, but now after several months of having two sluts at their beck and call, I doubt the guys would be willing to dial back on their daily depravity. Even though I told myself that they were happy with my performance and that the accident was a force majeure, I still wasn't totally appeased and so I hardly got any sleep Sunday night.

Monday morning, just after breakfast, Becky, Carter, Jerry and Donald walked into my hospital room. For a moment, I thought my fears had become reality; I thought for sure I was going to get fired. My husband walked up to them, not knowing who they were.  

After introducing themselves, Jerry said, "Donald, go and see if we can't get Maya bumped up to a more private and comfortable room."

"Our insurance doesn't cover that," my husband said.

"Ours does, don't worry about it; we'll take care of all the medical expenses. And our lawyer is already looking into your accident, we'll get everything sorted out. You two just focus on getting better," Jerry smiled.

Realizing he had no intention of firing me, I instantly felt a lot better.

Within the hour, I was in a private suite at the end of the corridor and while my husband was talking to Jerry and the guys about the accident, the paperwork and the finances, Becky came in with some ice chips and asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Not too bad considering I haven't slept all night," I replied.

"Pain?"

"Worrying, I thought for sure I was out of a job," I whispered.

"Don't be silly," she smiled, "Talking of which, CAN you work?"

"I think so, I mean I am sure willing to try, I probably could, but this thing..." I said as I knocked on the cast around my right leg, "... could be a problem."

Becky smiled and said, "Don't worry, the guys are pretty resourceful!'

"What about my husband?" I asked.

"I'll take him down to the cafeteria," she said as she left the room.

God, I was a slut, I thought to myself. I had been in a car accident less than a day ago and here I was, willing - and even a little eager - to whore myself out to my bosses again.

About a minute later, the guys came in, without Becky or my husband. Carter and Jerry walked up to the left side of the bed, the side closest to the door and Donald walked up to the right side. As Carter pulled down the sheets, uncovering my hospital robe, Donald whipped out his semi-hard cock and jacked it a little bit. Carter also took out his cock and while Jerry tweaked my nipple through my gown, he said, "Becky informed us that you're up for some action."

"Yes sir," I replied as I felt Donald taking my hand and wrapping it around his shaft. Jerry took out his cock and started jerking off, aiming for my face, while Carter had taken my other hand and had guided it towards his cock. As I was jacking off two cocks, I lowered my head off the pillow to get my mouth as close to Jerry's cock as I could. 

Pretty soon, I was sucking Jerry's cock while jacking off the other two. They rotated every few minutes, so that everyone of them could stick his cock down my throat. They played with my tits, tugged my nipples and touched me between my legs. With my right leg suspended and my left one hanging down the bed, they had unobstructed access to my twat. They could play with my clit, push one or more fingers up inside of me or do pretty much anything else they wanted. That's what it - and I - was there for.

After about a dozen rotations, Donald was the first to cum. He was in my mouth at the time, pulled out and shot a nice, big wad clear across my cheek and nose. Carter came several seconds later, all over the front of my robe and the bed. After jerking and sucking on Jerry's cock for a few more minutes, it became clear that he wasn't going to cum in that position.

"Go and get Becky," he said to Donald and Carter.

They walked out of the room and about a minute later Becky came scampering in.

"I don't know how long Donald and Carter can keep her husband busy, so whatever we do, we better do it fast... sir," she said.

"Help me cum on this bitch's face," Jerry said, horny and frustrated.

Becky looked down at his half flaccid cock and said, "We might have to get creative here."

"I don't care what you have to do, I want my cum in her face..."

After glancing at me and back down at his flaccid cock, she leaned in and whispered something in his ear. He looked at her for a second and then nodded his head, agreeing with her proposal.

She took him by the hand and guided him towards the bathroom and, leaving the door open, pushed him to his knees and she got on her knees behind him. She reached around him and tenderly started jacking him off, getting him fully hard in just a few minutes. Then she got on her stomach in front of him, sucking him off while he remained on his knees. Seeing her head bob up and down his shaft in that uncomfortable position was pretty hot to witness. After only a few minutes, he moaned and arched his back as he shot his load into Becky's mouth. After making sure she'd gotten it all, she got up and walked over to me, hovered her face over mine and looked at Jerry, waiting patiently for him to get back up and approach the bed. When he was close enough, Becky looked down at me and opened her mouth, letting his fresh spunk run and drip out, all over my face.

Already hovering over my face, it was a small hassle for Becky to push her lips against mine; after the first few awkward seconds, we started frenching each other, swapping what little cum was left in her mouth back and forth for Jerry's viewing pleasure. I didn't see him leave, but when we broke the kiss several minutes later, he was gone. 

Alone with Becky now, I looked up at her with one eye - she'd closed off the other one with Jerry' sperm and her saliva - and asked, "Can you get me a tissue?"

"Sure," she replied as she walked into the bathroom and came back with a towel; as she cleaned off my face carefully and tenderly, she said, "I'll make sure you have a box of tissues on your night stand, you'll need them. If there's one thing that gets the guys motivated even more than usual, it's a change of venue, so get ready for an interesting week, you'll probably see more of them than you'll do the medical staff."

We smiled and she said, "Well, I've got to get going; one more thing, this kind of organization doesn't happen without some inside help; one of the male nurses is in on the whole thing."

"Got it," I replied as I closed my legs for the first time again and pulled the sheets back up to cover myself up.

Becky stepped out and came back barely two minutes later, with the guys and my husband. They said their goodbyes and wished me a speedy recovery, then got on their way. When they were gone, my husband told me how generous they were; not only would they pay for all the medical expenses and take care of the legal paperwork, they would pay for a room in a nearby hotel, so he wouldn't have to make a 'difficult' commute several times every day. All they wanted in return was to consult me whenever they needed, get my opinion on work related matters.

"I didn't realize how important you are to them, they must really value your opinion," he concluded.

I nodded and smiled. The only time I was allowed to open my mouth at work was to suck cock and to swallow sperm; the only things these guys valued about me were my three holes, and maybe my hands. After talking a little more, hubby said he was going to check into the hotel and take a hot shower; he'd be back in a few hours. After he left, I drifted off to sleep. One of the nurses woke me up for lunch. In the early afternoon, Becky suddenly walked into the room along with Brian and Henry.

"I'll stand guard," she said, after confirming that it was just me in the room. As Brian and Henry took out their cocks and walked up to the bed, she closed the door behind her as she turned back into the hallway. I reached out and grabbed both their cocks, jacking them for a minute.

No How are you feeling? 

No Are you in pain? How's the headache?

They weren't here to visit one of their colleagues; they were here to use their whore.

Pretty quickly, Henry took off his pants and boxers and got on his knees on the bed, straddling my chest and leaning forward, pressing the big tip of his penis against my lips. I opened up and allowed him to slide the whole thing in as far as it would go. Then he just started moving back and forth, fucking my mouth and my throat, banging me into the pillow. Meanwhile Brian pulled back the covers, folded back my hospital gown and used both hands to rip my flimsy panties to shreds, exposing my cunt. Next, he wrapped my hand around his cock and started jacking himself off with his hand over mine, while fumbling around between my legs with his free hand. This went on for several minutes, until suddenly the door opened.

"It's okay," I heard Becky say as she let him in, "It's our inside man."

From the limited view I had left of the room - Henry was blocking a big part of it - I could see a male nurse entering and hesitantly looking at the scene in front of him.

"Go on," Becky urged him on, "Just do your job."

The nurse walked up to the bed, carrying some paperwork. Not wanting to stand too close to Brian, he walked over to the other side of the bed until he had a clear view of my face and said, "Uh excuse me ma'am, I have some paperwork for your... uh... husband to sign."

I looked at him, with Henry's big cock lodged in my throat and extended my hand to accept the paperwork; I could see his look of surprise and incomprehension.

Henry pulled back and held his cock about an inch from my mouth, saying, "Say thank you."

"Thank you," I whispered as I looked at the male nurse, Ron - as I could read off his name tag.

Immediately afterwards, Henry rammed his cock back into my slutty mouth and said, "Good girl."

It was so humiliating, so belittling. Ron could hardly believe what he was seeing, and hearing. Slowly he backed out of the room, probably with a massive boner himself. I knew he'd be back. He had seen firsthand what a fucking whore I was. He'd be back to get a piece of me. 

In the meantime, I could feel Henry shaking and trembling on top of me; he was getting ready to cum. True enough, moments later he pulled out and put his massive dick on my face, his tip on my nose bridge. With some minor additional friction he managed to bring himself to a climax and his gooey cum began to dribble out. As he moved his cock around, he creamed both my eyes shut, coated my forehead and drenched my nose and left cheek. When all his cum had left his shaft, he stuffed his rod back in my mouth for a thorough tongue bath. Afterwards, as Henry hopped off the bed and put his boxers and pants back on, I could hear Brian starting to moan. Moments later, he shot his load all over my upper legs, my bush, thighs and the bed.

"Oh yeah, you fucking whore," he groaned as he wiped his cock off on my hand. 

A few seconds, I felt a towel being thrown in my face. By the time I had used it to clean Henry's cum off my face, the guys had already stepped out. A few seconds later, Becky came back in and asked, "You okay?"

"Sure," I whispered as I continued to use the towel to clean up all the cum from my body. Becky looked me up and down and then grabbed my panties, ripping the thin fabric further so she could take them off without me having to move.

"They're of no use like this, besides, you won't be needing panties anyway," she said as she stuffed them down her purse and left the room as well, whispering, "See you again soon."

I smiled and continued cleaning myself up, then closed my legs, pulled the sheets back up and stuffed the towel under my pillow.

My husband came in about an hour and half later. I was watching some tv. We talked some more and then watched some tv together until it was time for dinner. He headed back to the hotel to order some room service and get an early night's rest. He'd be back early next morning. Some time after he left, Ron - the male nurse from before - snuck in, switched on the busy light to avoid any interruptions and tentatively walked up to my bed. He looked somewhat shy, but once he opened his mouth, I knew better.

"Becky said you were a whore too," he whispered as he cupped one of my tits.

"Too?" I asked as I simply looked at his hand squeezing my tit.

"Oh yeah, she gave me a blowjob on the toilet, right after I'd agreed to help you guys out. And then another one, after I brought in the papers for your husband."

I smiled and said, "I see... well, it's true, we're both whores, and since you're technically also on the company payroll for the time being, I guess I am your whore too."

"So, I can fuck you?" he asked, undoing the knot that was holding his white hospital pants up.

"If that's what you want," I replied, "I just don't know... with my leg and all, " I replied.

"Don't worry," he replied as he dropped his trousers, took off his boxers and got onto the bed. With his hard cock sticking out like a sore thumb, he carefully positioned himself between my legs and raised my good leg as high and as wide as he could, opening me all the way up. Then he placed the tip of his cock against my moist twat and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Yes," I hissed.

Next thing I knew, he was balls deep in my cunt, fucking me slow and calm. He quickly established a comfortable rhythm and just kept shafting me like that for minutes on end. I had gotten used to some serious fucking in recent months, but this guy really knew his stuff! He kept hitting the same spot over and over again, eventually, after almost ten minutes of thumping me, I couldn't hold my orgasm back and just came, moaning and mildly convulsing underneath him. He simply put his free hand over my mouth and continued fucking me, relentlessly. Even after my orgasm had completely subsided, he showed no sign of stopping or even slowing down. About two minutes later, I felt the onset of a second orgasm; this guy was like a machine! 

He didn't speak, not even some dirty language, and just looked at my face and groped my tits with his free hand whenever it wasn't covering my mouth. After making me cum a second time, he still kept on fucking me. I couldn't believe it, if he kept this up, I was going to pass out. 

Luckily for me, just before reaching me third orgasm, Ron asked, "I assume I can cum inside of you?"

"Yessssss," I hissed.

"Here it comes!" he said as he stopped fucking me and just convulsed a few more times, very violently and rammed his cock against my cervix with every shove, making me moan. After emptying his balls in me, he got off the bed and got dressed again.

"Wow," I said, "You're a pretty good fuck," I said, underselling him greatly.

He ignored my compliment and said, "Ok, my shift will end soon, but I'll be back tomorrow morning to give you your sponge bath."

I smiled as I pulled up the sheets again and watched him leave.

Early next morning, my husband came in with the newspaper and after asking how my night had been, he took a chair and sat down next to the bed. About twenty minutes after breakfast, Ron came back in and greeted me and my husband.

"Ready for your sponge bath, Maya?" he asked.

I nodded and smiled at him.

"Excuse me sir," Ron said as he walked around the bed, closing the drapes all around, making it clear that he was in the way.

"Are you serious? That's my wife," hubby complained.

"Sorry sir, hospital policy, you can sit over there," Ron said, pointing at the small table with two chairs next to the window, several meters away from the bed. Reluctantly, hubby got up and sat down at the table and started reading his newspaper.

Ron continued to close the drapes all around the bed and smiled down at me as he threw the covers off and reached between my legs, wriggling some fingers into my cunt. First two, then three. I looked up at him, baffled that he would start with that. Realizing I had to stay quiet, I opened my mouth and looked at him with a contorted face as he fingered me brutally, hard and deep. After twenty seconds or so, he took his fingers out and wiped them on my stomach and my tits, which he exposed by unbuttoning my nightgown. Then it was back into my cunt with his fingers for another half a minute or so, after which he wiped his fingers on my right cheek. During the next five minutes, I just laid there, getting my own cunt juices smeared over my whole body. 

Once in a while Ron's fingers caused some sopping sounds, which I feared might alarm my husband, but the sucker just kept on reading his newspaper. When I was pretty much covered from head to toe in my own fluids, Ron took out his cock and shoved it down my willing throat. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes before filling me up; apparently the smell was extremely enticing. After wiping his cock on my night gown and then taking it off, he finally reached for his cart, soaked the sponge in some water with soap and started washing me, tenderly and softly, using extra tenderness around my tits and my pussy, although he did slip a finger up my ass for a moment. When I was all clean again, he helped me into a new night gown and changed the sheets.




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 07



He opened the drapes and left the room, only to find Carter and David waiting in the hallway for the busy light to go off. They whispered and laughed amongst themselves for a second, before entering.

"How are you feeling Maya?" Carter asked as he walked over to my husband to shake his hand.

"Can't complain," I replied as I watched David do the same.

As Carter opened up a briefcase and took out some dossiers, my husband asked, "Do you need me to go?"

"We're not going to kick you out of the room, but it's going to get pretty boring in here, so..." Carter smiled.

"Say no more, I'll be in the cafeteria," hubby said as he folded up his newspaper.

"This won't take long at all, we'll swing by and let you know when we're done with your wife.

The ambiguity of Carter's statement made me grin... if only he knew, the poor sap.

"Before you go," Carter stopped him, "I'm afraid I have some more forms for you to sign."

As he produced a file with about a dozen papers in, David - who had made his way to the opposite side of the bed, quickly bent down and briefly kissed me on the lips, then got back up and looked at Carter and my husband again. Startled I looked up at him. After he had verified that my husband was still distracted, he did it again, only slightly longer now and with tongue. I could feel his crotch bulging against my elbow, this was turning him on. And me as well, to be quite frank.

"What's all this?" my husband asked as he briefly glanced over the first few forms.

"Oh, just some legal stuff, mostly for our records," Carter said as he glanced over at us for a moment. As I watched Carter and my husband like a hawk, David squeezed my boob, gently pinched my nipple and disrespectfully fish hooked my right jaw - the one closest to him.

"More legal stuff and some copies of your statement," Carter said as my husband flipped the first few papers.

As my husband signed the next couple of documents, David suddenly put his knee on the bed next to my head and slapped his rock hard cock smack in the middle of my face. In the blink of an eye, he was back in the same position as before, his cock concealed behind his hands folded in front of him. When he realized the smacking sound hadn't alarmed my husband, he repeated it, again and again.

"All right, last ones," Carter said, giving David the head's up. David stuffed his cock back in his pants, zipped up and for a moment I thought this would be the end of it until my husband would actually leave. But then, I noticed David leaning forward over the bed, bringing his head directly above mine. Next thing I knew, a huge glob of spit hit me right between the eyes. Startled I looked up at him and as I felt the glob sliding down my nose, my cheek and into my neck, I heard Carter and my husband finishing up. Just a moment before my husband turned towards me, David dropped another - although significantly smaller - glob of spit onto my forehead. With my husband already turning, I quickly used my left hand to wipe it off before it had a chance to slid down my face.

My husband, oblivious to the whole thing, just smiled and headed towards the door as he said, "I'll be in the cafeteria if you need me, hon."

"Ok," I said and watched him leave, as did Carter and David.

As soon as hubby was gone, I wiped my hand off on the sheets as Carter took out his cell phone and said to someone on the other side of the phone that the coast was clear. Meanwhile David threw off the covers and with some minor help from me, completely removed my hospital gown, leaving me stark naked on the bed. As he took out his cock and started jacking off, he caressed my tits, getting my nipples hard very quickly.

About twenty seconds later Brian and Donald walked in and I realized that having four bosses in my room to talk about work might have been a little suspicious.

"I'll take first watch," Carter said as he took a nearby chair and sat down on it, blocking the door.

"Ok Maya," David said as he started stroking his cock for keeps, "Here's what's going to happen: you're going to open your mouth and you're going to keep it open until we say otherwise, do not swallow until we tell you to, understood?"

"Yes sir," I whispered, right before opening my mouth as wide as I could.

First, David simply jacked his cock until he was ready to cum, then hung his cock in my mouth and simply squirted his load - a big gooey one, I might add - into my mouth. After wiping his cock on my shoulder, he zipped up and moved out of the way. Then, Brian took his place and did the same thing, jacking off, touching me wherever he wanted. A few minutes later, he too squirted his cum into my mouth without spilling a drop. Then it was Carter's turn - David had taken his place on the chair. A few minutes later, he shot a third load in my mouth. Henry was last and unceremoniously shot a fourth load into my wide open pie hole. After wiping his cock off on my cheek, he said, "Now you can swallow."

I closed my eyes, closed my mouth and swallowed everything down in one big, ghastly, gulp.

"Good girl," David said as they all got ready to leave.

"Thanks hon," Brian said as they all walked out.

About ten minutes later, my husband walked back in, having being sent in by Carter and David from the cafeteria, and none the wiser. While he continued reading his newspaper and watching some tv, I rested some more. When one of the nurses brought my lunch, hubby put on his coat and said, "I'm going to get something to eat."

"Okay hon," I replied.

"Listen, would you mind if I start work again tomorrow, there's not a lot I can do around here," he asked, clearly worried that I might take offense.

"Sure, no problem. Don't worry about me, I am taken care of," I smiled - trying to hide my eagerness - as he gave me a peck on the forehead. After finishing my lunch, I texted Becky, informing her that as of tomorrow the guys would have free reign during work hours. I got a text back with nothing but a smiley...

To my surprise, I got no visitors the rest of the afternoon. Maybe they were saving up for tomorrow, I thought.

So, except for reading for about twenty minutes or so, I rested the rest of the afternoon. Hubby came back around 5pm, just as the nurse brought in my dinner plate. He sat with me as I ate, and watched tv. Around half past six, he got up and said, "Better get going, I've got an early day tomorrow." 

I smiled as I watched his cock tenting his trousers. No way he was not having a good wank in the hotel room, I smiled to myself, pretending I hadn't seen his huge erection.

"I'll see you tomorrow after work," he said as he gave me a peck on the forehead and left.

For some reason, imagining him jacking himself off alone in his hotel room made me wet. Again, I sent out a text to Becky, telling her there was nothing to worry about until after 5pm the following day. Part of me wished that she would turn up with a few of the guys, or that Ron would pay me another visit, but no such luck. The only action I got for the rest of the evening was from my own fingers. 

In the middle of the night, however, I was awoken abruptly by someone putting his hand on my shoulder and shaking me rather indelicately. When I opened my eyes, I noticed the room was completely dark, except for a small nursing light behind my bed. Next thing I noticed was Ron standing next to my bed, jacking off like a wild man, aiming his fat cock at my face. Realizing what was going to happen, I closed my eyes just in time. Barely two seconds later, he ejaculated, covering my entire face in his chunky, wonderfully disgusting sludge. By the time I realized he had finished, and carefully opened my eyes, the room was completely dark again and Ron was closing the door behind him. It didn't take him long to figure out that aside from a whore, I was also a cumrag, I thought to myself. You can't just wake up a woman in the middle of the night and give a her disgusting facial, without getting your eyes clawed out - it takes a very particular kind of whore and cumrag for that to work. And Ron had gotten my number right after just one day! After cleaning his cum off on my robe and the sheets, I went back to sleep.

The following morning, Ron woke me up by squeezing my boobs with both hands. I yawned and stretch leisurely, letting him grope me as much as he wanted to. When I was done and looked up at him, he smiled down and asked, "Sleep well, cumbucket?" as he cupped his swollen crotch with his right hand.

I ignored his degrading insult and replied, "Yes I did."

"Ready to swallow some sperm?" he asked as he whipped out his cock and stroked it a few times.

"Always," I said as I coiled my body so that my head was hanging off the side of the bed. He got the idea and shoved his cock into my wide open mouth. I sucked, he fucked, I gagged, he slapped my tits around... things got wild real fast. 

Luckily, after just a minute or two, he spurted his fresh cum down my throat. After swallowing all of it and cleaning his pipe, I let him slip out of my mouth.

"Let's get you up, time for a little walk," he said as he put his dick back in his hospital trousers.

Surprised, but figuring he knew what he was doing, I watched as he lowered my leg from the suspension.

"Try to stand up, only on your good foot to start with."

I did as I was told.

"Now try leaning on your bad leg too, gently..."

I tried and managed to push down a little bit before receiving a flash of pain, which forced me to lift my foot again.

"That's okay," he said, "Try to sit on your knees instead, right knee first," as he grabbed my pillow from the bed and threw it on the floor right behind me, for me to put my bad knee onto. I took it extremely slow, expecting to have to stop at any second due to more pain flashes, but to my surprise it didn't hurt and so after a minute or so, I was completely down on my knees - a very familiar position for me.

"Good slut," he said as he patted me on the head, disrespectfully.

"Get up, we're going for that walk," he said as he helped me up, took my pillow with him and handed me a pair of crutches which he had brought in with him. A little clumsy, I stumbled behind him as we left the room. In the hallway, I paused for a moment, suddenly very much aware of the fact that I had nothing else on but a hospital gown, which was largely open in the back.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"I am practically naked." I whispered, hoping he'd close my gown a little bit, at least.

He took a step back, looked at my backside and replied, "You are yes, but you're a whore aren't you?"

I looked at him for a moment, realized that he wasn't going to help me - and that he was right - and shrugged my shoulders, asking, "Which way?"

"This way, follow me," he said as led the way. We walked for nearly five minutes, maneuvering through a maze of corridors and sections of the hospital which seemed to be becoming more and more deserted. Finally, he led me into a corridor which was clearly out of commission. It was poorly lit and completely empty, the few doors it contained were all open and all led to empty rooms. All, except for one: at the end of the corridor, he stopped in front of a large door, leading to a staircase - as I could ascertain from the sign above it. Just when I was about to object to the idea of having to walk up or down a flight of stairs in my current condition, he opened the door. To my astonishment, all the guys were there waiting for me, along with Becky.

"What's going on?" I asked, looking at Becky, assuming I wouldn't get any coherent answer from the guys, as their cocks were all practically bursting out of their pants.

"A little birdy told us that you're going to discharged this afternoon," she smiled.

"Really?" I asked looking at Ron.

"Yep, your scan was clear, so there is no longer any reason to keep you here... unfortunately," he replied.

I smiled at his remark and then looked at Becky as she said, "So, one more ride on the merry-go-round before you go home."

"She can't stand on it yet, but she can get on her knees," Ron informed the guys as he threw my pillow, he had brought with him, on the floor.

"Good," Jerry said, "It's about time we can fuck her properly again."

As the guys started taking off their pants and boxers, Becky and Ron helped me on my knees and then on all fours, removing my hospital gown all together. Butt naked - except for the cast around my lower right leg - I was quickly penetrated by a first cock. It was David's. A few seconds later, Henry's cock dangled in front of my face and I gulped it down. As I was getting fucked from both ends, I suddenly realized that it was very cold; my body had started shivering and my nipples were getting sore from the cold. Still, I took it like the slut that I was and after David screamed and blasted away inside me, his cock was replaced by Carter's. After Henry had filled my mouth with his morning load and had dragged his wet cock all over my face, just for fun, Brian took his place. Again I was getting fucked from both ends. 

About five minutes later, Brian and Carter pumped me full of cum and pulled out, making room for Jerry, who walked up to my face, and Donald, who choose to cram it up my ass instead of my cunt. By the time they were done, I was positively freezing and my knees were starting to hurt. After Donald deposited his sperm deep in my ass, Jerry spurted all over my face, soaking my skin with his watery, warm sludge. While Jerry and Donald were still zipping up, the rest of the guys started to leave, elaborately thanking Ron for this unique experience, shaking his hand and complimenting him on a job well done. They were all out of there, walking down the stairs - which led to a service exit at the back of the main hospital parking lot - in a matter of minutes.

Using part of his uniform, Ron cleaned most of the cum from my face and helped me up, then sat me down on the concrete stairs leading up. After glancing around, I realized my hospital gown had been thrown down the staircase for fun.

"There's a supply cabinet not far from here, I'll go and get you a new robe," he said.

"Thanks," I replied, being somewhat hasty with my appreciation, as he squatted down in front of me and said, "Open your legs."

I did as I was told and looked down as he pushed two of his fingers into my soaking twat and started finger fucking me in this freezing, godforsaken staircase. Realizing that a flimsy gown wasn't going to make much difference now - as I was already hypothermic - I relaxed, leaning on my elbows two steps up from the one I was sitting on. For several minutes, I just sat there as Ron fingered me very sloppily, causing lots of fluids - both mine and sperm from the guys - to gush out on the concrete step between my legs.

When he stopped - I wasn't even close to cumming, it had just been for his benefit - he wiped his fingers off on my left thigh, got up and whispered, "I'll be right back."

He came back less than two minutes later, with a new gown and helped me put it on. He then escorted me to my room again and helped me back into bed, where I got under the covers in a desperate attempt to get warm again.

"I'll come and say goodbye this afternoon," he said as he winked at me and left. About two hours later, just before noon, the doctor came in and confirmed what Ron had already told me; that my latest scan was clear of any swelling and that I would be discharged late afternoon. I texted my husband to inform him and arranged for him to come and pick me up after work, around 5.30pm. After lunch, I got a visit from a physiotherapist who gave me some exercises to do at home if things did not progress as needed and the doctor came by one last time to give me a prescription for pain killers and to hand me my discharge papers. After that, I started getting ready, getting dressed in normal clothes again, packing my suitcase and trying to walk or limp around a bit.

At around 4.15 - I had all but forgotten about him - Ron entered the room, after turning on the red busy light and walked up to me, kissing me on the mouth. This was not an action I regularly performed for the guys, but I wasn't opposed to it either. After frenching me for a minute or two, he started taking off my clothes, unbuttoning my blouse, unzipping my skirt and taking off my underwear, all very gentle and relaxed. After kissing me some more, he laid me down on the bed and took off his clothes. He straddled my chest and put the head of his cock against my lips. I sucked him off and licked his balls for a while. Then, he got in between my legs, pried them open and stuffed his hard cock into my cunt. He fucked me gently, though powerfully, varying in both speed, depth and positions. 

He fucked me missionary style first, then held my legs up with his hands, then folded my legs towards my face, opening me up completely. He also switched holes a few times, going back and forth between my cunt and my ass, until he finally shot his wad between my tits. After wiping his cock on my arm as he dismounted the bed, he gave me a peck on the forehead and whispered, "Take care."

He put his clothes back on and disappeared, from the room, but also from my life, as I have not seen him since.

I limped into the bathroom, cleaned myself up and put my clothes on again. Barely twenty minutes later, hubby came in to take me home. 

I'd have to rest for two more days and a weekend, before I could go back to work. I didn't know how I was going to manage not getting fucked and abused for so long. I guess I only survived by masturbating frequently during the day when hubby was at work, and sucking his cock every night, until I could go back to work.



Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 08



Needless to say, I felt a powerful urge to go back to work as soon as possible.

The next day I would like to tell you guys about, started out as an ordinary Thursday. Becky and I were in before eight, but the guys didn't start arriving until half past nine. Last to arrive was Jerry, who strolled in around 10.15 laughing and joking, with a woman in her late forties. She looked sophisticated and elegant, and was wearing a long black overcoat, a grey skirt, a white blouse and brown, see-through nylons.

"Thanks for breakfast," Jerry said.

"And thank you for dessert," the woman smiled as she cupped Jerry's crotch.

"Well, stick around for another half an hour and I'll give you a second helping," Jerry replied, only half kidding.

"Tempting offer, but I've got to get going..." she replied as she started to turn and then noticed me. She froze instantly, looked me up and down and then asked, without taking her eyes off me, "Is this the new girl?"

"Yes, that's Maya. Would you like to take her for a spin?" Jerry asked.

She turned towards him, looked him in the eye for a second, then turned back to me and asked, "Really? You wouldn't mind?"

"Not at all. And when you're done with her, maybe we can get back to that second helping? Jerry grinned.

"Deal," the woman replied, "Let me just make a phone call."

As she took out her phone and took a few steps back from our desk, Jerry turned to me and said, "Maya, that's Susan. She's our company lawyer and a close personal friend. You will do whatever you need to do to make her happy, because I would really love to get another blowjob out of her, understood?"

"Yes sir," I replied.

Having overheard her name, Susan briefly waved at me, just as she began talking on her phone, probably telling her secretary to push back some meetings. I nodded and smiled in response, as I emailed Becky sitting right next to me, asking "What's her story?"

Becky shot me a quick mail back, not twenty seconds later, which read, "Married, 3 kids, lawyer, specializes in shady deals, but more to the point, has an extremely low opinion of secretaries and loves humiliating them... you'll love her!"

By the time I had read the mail, Susan walked up to me and asked, "Ready bitch?"

"Yes ma'am," I said and as I got up and followed her into one of the empty conference rooms. As we past Jerry, I noticed Susan deliberately bumping her hand into his crotch, quite hard, causing him to cringe for a moment, and then smile like a silly high school boy eager for his first blow job. After I walked in, she closed the door behind me and briefly peeked through the small glass pane next to the door frame, confirming that Jerry was going back to his own office. 

Then she turned around and said, "Ok, you can probably guess how this is going to work – being an office whore and all – but just so there are no misunderstandings... I am better than you, in every way, and if I am going to swallow another batch of your boss' vile cum, I am first going to humiliate and degrade you. If you don't meet my expectations or if you whine or complain, Jerry is not getting his blowjob. If you don't do exactly what I say, when I say, Jerry doesn't get a blowjob. If you speak, at all, for any reason, Jerry doesn't get a blowjob, am I perfectly clear?"

I nodded my head.

"Good, take off your clothes and get on your knees," Susan commanded as she took a seat at the conference table, fidgeting with her phone. I stripped bare and sank to my knees.

For more than ten minutes, I waited for my next command, but she simply ignored me. I just sat there, naked and on my knees as requested, while she was twiddling with her phone. Repeatedly, she'd look straight at me, only to continue what she was doing just a moment later, letting me know she knew I was there, but that I was unworthy of her attention for the time being.

Then finally another command.

"Take your panties and hang them over your face, crotch under your nose."

I complied.

"Now, insert two fingers up your twat and start doing what you do best, and make sure I can hear it!"

I slid two fingers up my wet twat and started fingering myself, my gaze still directed at her. 

Almost immediately my fingers started producing wet sopping sounds that filled the entire room. She finally put down her phone and looked at me, as I masturbated.

"Don't cum," she warned, "If you cum, Jerry does not get a blowjob, understood?"

The fucking cunt knew what she was doing. There was no way I could keep making sopping noises and not stimulate myself in some small way, so sooner or later I was going to cum. I tried to hold back for as long as I could, trying to think of something else, but then my cunt would start to dry up, making it more difficult to keep making those sounds she wanted to hear. It was a lose-lose situation.

Luckily for me, her interest seemed to wane pretty quickly.

"Take your fingers out of your cunt," she commanded.

I complied.

"Put them in your mouth and clean them."

Under her frosty stare, I started sucking my fingers clean, giving her a seductive look.

"Don't do that," she said, "You don't have to seduce me, I am not going to fuck you, I just wanna degrade you. Just lick you fingers clean, without the attitude."

I corrected my behavior.

"Better... now, lay down on your back, right here," she said as she pointed to the floor. When I was on my back as requested, she took off her right shoe and pushed her foot against my face. It felt warm and clammy, even through her nylons. Fortunately, due to the early hour, the smell wasn't that bad. Susan dragged her foot all over my face, my nose, my forehead, hairline, neck, tits, stomach and finally stuffed it in between my legs. She briefly wriggled her toe and stimulated my clit gently, only to start all over again at my face. When she'd reached my clit the second time, she ripped her nylons at her toes, freeing them up so she could force them into my mouth for round three. I sucked her toes for several minutes, flicking my tongue in between them as she smiled down at me, her contempt for me only growing.

Then she said, "Get on your hands and knees, whore," as she rummaged through her purse and took out a biscuit, still in its store-bought wrapping. She slowly unwrapped it as she strolled through the room, breaking off a piece of the biscuit and placing it on a random location on the carpet, several meters away from me.

"Eat it," she commanded viciously.

I crawled over on all fours and bent my head down to pick up the piece of biscuit with my mouth; meanwhile she was already moving away from me, placing another morsel of biscuit on the floor somewhere. I knew what she wanted and needed no new command, I simply crawled over to the next piece and ate it too. This continued for several minutes, with me crawling around the conference room again and again, until I had eaten the entire cookie.

"Good little bitch, now get on your back," she said, "Time to finish up here, some of us actually have work to do."

As I complied, she took off her grey skirt and nylons, and then her black, lace panties. Next, she squatted down, right above my face and inserted her index and middle finger up her twat and started fingering herself. Pretty soon, I started getting drips of her cunt juice on my face as she was being deliberately sloppy in her masturbation. To add to the humiliation, she constantly bumped the rest of her hand – the part that wasn't lodged up her twat – against my nose. Eventually, about five minutes later, she started squirming and moaning, and oozed all over my face. After her unspectacular climax, she took her fingers out and began riding my face, dragging her wet cunt all over my skin, from my chin to my forehead.

I just lay there, motionless, eyes closed, letting her use me like a scratching post for as long as she wanted. When she was done, she got up and sat down in one of the chairs, reaching into her purse and taking out a cigarette, lighting it and taking a big puff. During the resulting exhale, she moaned and grunted contently, looking down at me and whispered, "Not bad... not bad at all."

I just laid there, waiting for another command, but none came. After finishing her cigarette and putting on her clothes again, she bent down and simply patted me on the head, whispering, "I guess I'll go and suck another load of cum out of your boss' balls."

After she'd stepped out of the conference room, I got up, got dressed and then proceeded to the bathroom to clean myself up a little bit. On my way out, I had already noticed that Becky wasn't in her seat. 

When I came out of the bathroom, about six or seven minutes later, she still wasn't in her seat. I sat down and kept myself busy. Another couple of minutes later, Susan walked out of Jerry's office, wiping her lips as she closed the door behind her. As she walked down the corridor towards my desk, she reached into her blouse and bra and corrected her tits. Jerry had probably been playing with them while she'd sucked his balls dry.

I gave her a knowing smile as she walked by, and to my surprise, she nodded and returned the smile. 

Courtesy amongst sluts :-)

Not long afterwards, Becky sauntered out of Brian's office, her skirt and panties in her right hand, the rest of her clothes untouched. She came over to the desk and used a tissue from her drawer to wipe his semen from her thighs and then stepped back into her panties and skirt. As there wasn't much actual secretarial work at that point, Becky and I started talking and gossiping to pass the time.

About fifty minutes later, Becky and I were having lunch in the little kitchen, Henry stormed in, clearly looking for us and said, "Becky, Maya, into the bathrooms with you two... the Chinese delegation has just left the hotel, they'll be here in twenty minutes."

As we put down our club sandwich and got up – as Henry stormed off into his office to answer a ringing phone – I turned to Becky and asked, "What's the deal with this Chinese delegation?"

"It's an annual thing," Becky replied as we walked out into the corridor, heading for the bathrooms as ordered, "They're the representatives of a huge Chinese conglomerate and they're here to see what we've done with their money... at the end of the meeting they decide whether to redraw their money or invest even more."

"What kind of business are they in, this conglomerate?" I asked as we entered the bathrooms.

"Don't know, don't care," Becky replied as she started checking her make-up in the mirror, "I am just a simple office slut. I don't pay attention to details like that."

We both giggled.

Henry walked in a few moments later and locked the door from the inside.

"All right ladies," he said, "Let me explain what's going to happen. In about fifteen minutes, 23 Chinese businessmen will walk into the conference room and they will be told that their portfolio generated a substantial profit over the last year. Off course, we're hoping for an even bigger investment next year and so we're going to give them a lengthy and boring presentation, during which you two sluts will be under the table, sucking off each and everyone one of them. To sweeten the deal, as you will. If we succeed, there's a huge bonus in it for all of us."

Becky and I turned to each other, both perplexed and a tad worried: 23 cocks for just the two of us.

"They hate cum on their suits, so make sure you swallow everything, okay?" Henry added.

"Yes sir," Becky and I said simultaneously.

"Good. Now, one of you is going to suck my cock before we go in, and I really don't care who. You girls decide, I'll be here taking a leak," he said as she stepped up to one of the urinals, his back towards us.

Becky and I looked at each other and after she shrugged her shoulders, I gestured that I would do it.

"I'll suck your cock, sir," I said as I took a step forward.

"Fine," he said, not even turning his head. "Right here on your knees," he said as he pointed right next to the urinal.

I walked over next to him, put my back against the wall and squatted down, bringing my head to the same level as his cock was. When he was done peeing, he simply took a step sideways and brought his cock to my wide-open mouth. As he did, I could feel a single drop of pee falling onto my bare knee. Another drop hit my tongue as soon as he inserted his flaccid cock into my mouth, and then another one, but the taste quickly subsided as I began moving my head back and forth, blowing his hardening cock. I knew I was being a dirty slut – and a bit depraved too – but I didn't care. I powered on through and started sucking his cock like I had done so many times before. He was clearly very nervous and therefore took slightly longer than normal to spurt in my mouth, but once he did, it was quite a lot. As soon as I had swallowed everything, he zipped up and walked passed Becky towards the sink to wash and dry his hands. 

"Stay here until I come and get you two," Henry said as he walked out.

I got up and leaned against the wall, discussing our upcoming assignment with Becky. Apparently, she was as nervous as I was – if not more so. She'd taken on groups in the past, but never more than nine at a time. This covered most client delegations – even the bigger corporations – but this conglomerate was the exception to the rule. For the past two years, the Chinese representatives had been treated to hired prostitutes. Now that I had joined the company, that approach was apparently too costly.

Although I was anxious, I was still a fucking slut and part of me was actually looking forward to this challenge. Several minutes later, we could hear the delegation coming in and everyone moving off into the conference room. A little while later, Henry came back in and said, "Jerry is about halfway through his welcome speech, Brian and David will be taking over soon. You girls are up. Take off your clothes and follow me."

Stark naked, except for our heels, we followed Henry into the conference room. The table which could seat about twenty-five was pretty full and so Brian and David were standing against the wall, waiting to give their part of the presentation. While Jerry was addressing the delegates, a female Chinese interpreter was standing right next to him, translating on the fly. 

As a matter of discipline, none of the Chinese business men even looked up as we walked in, completely naked. Henry escorted us to the far end of the table, and pulled out the last empty chair, providing us with a way in – and under. 

Becky glanced at me one last time and whispered, "You go left, I'll go right," before sinking to her knees and crawling under the table. I followed her, only to be locked in as Henry put the chair back in its place. It was pretty crowded under there with all those legs, so it took us a few seconds to get into a more or less comfortable position before we could actually start sucking cock. My first cock was small and rather flaccid, even after some rubbing it a little bit, so I decided to get on with it and put the little guy in my mouth. As I started sucking it, it grew bigger, but not as much as I'd come to expect and had gotten used to. Still I kept on sucking, hoping I could turn the tide, but was taken by surprise when after only a minute or two I suddenly felt some wetness on my tongue. 

It took me a few seconds to realize that that was it: it was over, my first guy had spurted – or more accurate, trickled – in my mouth. I slowly let it slip from between my lips and took another look at it, still not fully convinced that he had actually cum. As I saw it going soft again very quickly, I knew I had been right. I carefully stuffed it back in the guy's pants and zipped him up, before scooting over to my next guy. Same thing here; small cock and only a small amount of cum. After zipping up my second guy, I glanced over at Becky, who was on her fourth. My third was a little bigger, but not much and the amount of cum he shot in my mouth was equally unimpressive. Four, five and six were pretty much the same, but when I got to number seven, I noticed that his cock was already hanging out. 

With his left hand, he was slightly rubbing himself. I gave his cock head a gentle lick, indicating that it was his turn. It was the biggest cock so far, but still in the little leagues compared to the cocks I was used to. Instead of redrawing his hands, he started jacking off a little bit faster, bumping his fist against my face. I realized that he wasn't interested in a blowjob, only in giving me a facial, so I kept my face perfectly still and waited. About three minutes later, he spurted in my face. It was a moderate load, kind of watery. I cleaned his pipe and helped him stuff his cock back in his pants, before moving on to number eight. 

Becky had apparently finished hers and had moved to my side of the table, taking on one of mine. A few minutes later, we were right next to each other, sucking off the last two delegates. When we were done, Becky looked around and pointed at each one of the guys we'd sucked, counting them silently. 

"Twenty-three", she concluded. I smiled, happy to be done for now. 

We crawled back to where we had gotten under the table and I poked my head out, looking up at Henry and whispered, "We're done, sir!"

Henry didn't respond, but simply reached down and unzipped his pants, taking out his massive dick. Jeez, I had sucked him dry not half an hour ago and here he was, hard as a rock again. He reached for our heads with both hands and pushed us towards each other right on top of his dick. 

We got the idea and started slobbering all over his shaft and balls, acting like the two perverted, little whores we were. It took us quite a while to make him cum, but when he did, he had a little surprise for us... well, for Becky. With his orgasm approaching fast, he reached under the table with both hands again. While the left one grabbed Becky's head – probably the first one he came across – he wrapped his right hand tightly around his fat shaft, pushing me out of the way. As he furiously started pumping his cock, the index and middle finger of his left hand quickly found one of Becky's eyes and gently forced her eye lids apart. Not two seconds later, Henry's big cock head was over Becky's wide open eye, dripping cum into it. It was one of the nastiest things I'd seen in the last couple of months.

When most of his cum had left his balls, he let go of Becky – who immediately started scooping his cum out of her eye – and felt around for my head. When he found it, he grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled me towards his cock. I wrapped my slut mouth around it and cleaned his entire shaft, making sure there wasn't a single sperm cell left in his tube. Done with the both of us, Henry zipped up and leaned back in his chair. I looked over at Becky, who was still blinking like crazy, trying to get rid of the stinging sensation in her eye. Luckily for her, the presentation was drawing to a close. A few minutes later, when everyone got up from the table, she crawled out from under it and quickly made her way out of the room to go and clean up.

By the time she got back, a few minutes later, the previously reserved and disciplined delegates were drinking champagne, laughing and joking amongst themselves, quite loudly. Becky and I were also being ogled from all sides, but aside from the occasional slap on the butt, none of them seemed particularly interested in any sort of sexual activity. I did get my nipples tweaked once, but the guy seemed to lose interest as soon as he was offered a full glass of champagne. Becky and I just stood there, holding a drink of our own as we waited to be of service to anyone. Suddenly, after about half an hour – and a lot of bottles of champagne – one of the senior delegates staggered over to us, put his arm around Becky's shoulder and pulled her apart. Well, as far as apart was possible in a conference room with thirty plus people. After putting his glass on the table, he pushed her to her knees and opened his trousers. Becky gave me an exasperated smile and then went to work on the guy's limp dick. 




Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 08



Suddenly, the female interpreter walked up to me. She was still on her first or second glass of champagne, as she clearly didn't want to get drunk amongst all these guys, which was probably a good sign. She glanced at Becky sucking off one her colleagues – probably her boss – and then at me. Her eyes wandered up and down my body twice as she took another small sip from her glass.

"Do you only suck cock?" she whispered softly. Her whispering was clearly instigated by embarrassment as her colleagues were too drunk to overhear, even negating the fact that they didn't understand English. I knew what she meant and what she was after, but it had been a long time since I had enjoyed the sexual high ground in a conversation, so I teased her a little bit by saying, "No, I also fuck, give handjobs, take it up the ass and swallow."

Her eyes grew wide after hearing me say that, and after a nervous smile, she whispered, "That's not what I mean... do you... also... eat pussy?"

"You want me to lick your twat?" I asked.

"Would you mind?" she replied, glancing around shyly.

"Not at all, right here?" I said, putting down my glass.

"No! Not in front of them," she whispered nervously.

"All right, follow me," I said, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the conference room, into the hallway and into the adjacent conference room. After closing the door, I turned towards her and we just looked at each other for a few moments, she staring at my naked body and me admiring her curves in her black pant suit.

I approached her and began unbuttoning her jacket as she put her purse down on the conference table. After putting my hands in her sleeves and pushing her jacket onto the ground, I cupped her petite, firm breasts through her white blouse. She gasped. Then I started unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, as I gently kissed her cheeks, first one, then the other. After pushing her blouse onto the floor as well, I gently traced my fingers over her bare arms and her tummy, giving her goosebumps. After kissing her on each cheek again, I pushed my lips against hers. As her eyes were closed, that came as a bit of a surprise for her, but she immediately began kissing me back as I unclasped her bra. When I broke the kiss about ten seconds later, I pulled the straps over her shoulders and let the bra drop to the ground. With her tits exposed, she stood there, looking at me, radiating lust.

I reached out and gently traced my fingers around both of her nipples, causing her to gasp once again and tremble with lust. Then, I gently tweaked her nipples and exerted more and more pressure, hurting her just a tiny little bit, just enough to get her ready for what was coming next. After letting go of her nipples, I unbuttoned her pants and undid her zipper, then pulled my hands back and just looked at her. After a few moments, she realized what I wanted and briefly wiggled her hips, causing her pants to drop to the floor and expose her white panties. Slowly I got on my knees in front of her and yanked her panties down with one quick tug, causing her to moan and gasp at the same time. Her neatly trimmed bush came into view and I could see from the glistening moisture in her pubic hair that she was really horny. I kissed her tummy and her inner thighs as I gently pressed her legs further apart. Then, as I looked up into her eyes, I leaned in and pushed my face against her pussy. 

I passionately ate her out and lapped up her juices for the next ten minutes, making her orgasm and whine like a unexperienced schoolgirl. After her first orgasm, I pushed her down on her back on the floor and fingered her through another mind-blowing orgasm. When she came down from her second orgasm, I asked, "You want to go again?"

"Nooo, no more," she whispered, completely out of breath, a big smile on her face.

I slumped down on the floor, my back against the wall, legs crossed. 

After recuperating for a few minutes, she turned her head, looked at me and seemed to be mustering up the courage to ask me something else. "What is it?" I asked softly.

"I've never fingered another woman, would you mind?" she whispered.

I smiled widely, uncrossed my legs and pulled my knees up, putting my feet about a meter apart, spreading myself completely open for her. Clearly aroused, she crawled over to me and clumsily pushed two fingers against my entrance, trying to force them in. 

"Slowly, here, let me help you," I said as I put my right hand on top of hers and began guiding her hand and fingers. Once I had guided two of her fingers inside of me, she began to explore and tried different angles, different depths and even began playing with my nipples with her other hand. After only a few minutes, I could feel her skills improving as she was getting quite adept at stimulating all the right spots. I moaned and panted as we looked into each other's eyes. Like that, she continued to play with me and finger me until I came and gushed all over the carpet. "Don't stop," I whispered as I felt her hesitating for a moment, "Keep going."

She forced herself to ignore my juices covering her hand and powered on through, making me cum a second time, several minutes later. After that, she gently pulled her fingers out and said, "That was... interesting!"

"Is there anything else you want to try?" I panted, fully expecting a negative response.

"There is one thing..."

"Oh, and what's that?"

"What's it like, being a whore?" she asked bluntly.

"Excuse me?" thinking I had misunderstood her.

"You are a whore, no?"

"Yes."

"What's it like, having to fuck and suck all day? Getting cum in your mouth, your pussy and in your face?"

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Ying," she whispered.

"Why don't I show you, Ying?" I replied, realizing there was no other way of satisfying her curiosity.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you married?"

"Engaged, we are getting married next spring," she replied.

"Perfect," I smiled, "How often do you fuck him?"

"Twice... a week," she replied hesitantly.

"Do you suck his cock?"

"Sometimes, on special occasions."

"Has he ever cum in your face?"

"No, god no..." she replied, slightly disgusted.

"How many other men have you been with?"

"None."

I smiled at how innocent and unspoiled she was.

"Do you want to know what it's like to be a slut?" I asked.

I could see her curiosity and hesitation fighting to get the upper-hand, but as neither had won after a couple of seconds, I decided to make the decision for her. 

"I'll be right back," I said as I got up and walked out. I headed back into the large conference room and approached three of my bosses – Henry, David and Carter – asking each of them if they'd be interested in getting their cock sucked by the Chinese translator. As expected, none of them had any objections and so they began moving off into the hallway as inconspicuously as they could. The fact that most of the Chinese delegates were pretty drunk by now only aided in their exodus. Once all four of us were had gathered in the hallway, I led them into the other conference room. When Ying saw me bringing in three men, she became visibly agitated and nervous, covering up her tits and bush with her arms and hands.

"Slowly... ok guys?" I said, as they gawked at her, their cocks already bulging in their pants.

"Give me a minute to get her warmed up, ok?" I added before turning and walking up to her. I slowly pried her arms and hands away from her body, bringing her tits and cunt into open view. As the guys began rubbing their crotches and taking their pants off, I looked straight at her and whispered, "Hey."

It took her a few moments, but she eventually managed to pry her eyes away from the guys. 

"Just follow my lead," I said as I slowly started sinking to my knees.

After a few seconds, she started kneeling as well and before long we were right next to each other, on our knees, both naked, and both horny as fuck. The only difference was that this was new to her... and she was really, really nervous.

David was first to step up to us and waved his dick at me. After giving it a few tugs and a quick little suck, I pulled it back out of my mouth and presented it to Ying, who was clearly very willing, but still tense. She slowly opened her mouth and hesitantly began bobbing her head up and down David's hard shaft. After a minute or so, he pulled out and shoved it back into my mouth. I started licking his balls and running my pursed lips up and down his tube, flicking my tongue around his cock head, slapping his cock against my cheeks and chin and just bobbing my slutty head up and down his veiny shaft as fast as I could. Ying, who had watched me attentively, proved to be an excellent student as she flawlessly imitated my performance when David shoved it back in her mouth a few minutes later.

When he started moaning, letting us know that he was going to cum, I was afraid Ying would panic and pull away, but she didn't. I slowly leaned my head in and put my cheek against hers, just as David pulled out and started jacking off like a madman. 

"Close your eyes," I whispered. When he climaxed, mere seconds later, I was surprised to feel only a few drops of cum hitting my forehead, cheek, nose and chin. When David – having discharged all of his cum – stepped back, I carefully opened my eyes and glanced at Ying. It was immediately clear why so little of his spunk had made it onto my face; hers was completely drenched. I grabbed the nearest thing I could find, which happened to be Ying's white panties and used them to carefully scoop David's cum out of her eyes, so she could open them again.

There wasn't much time to recuperate, because Carter's huge, black dong was already bouncing up and down in front of us. I wrapped my hand around the black monster and presented it to her, brushing the tip of it against her lips. She opened up and stuffed half of his dick down her throat, right from the start. Ignoring the cum already on her face, she started earning her second load with a lot of enthusiasm, sucking his fat, black cock for all she was worth. Carter – like David before – alternated between our two mouths several times, before also cumming on our faces. And as before, Ying ended up getting splashed generously, whereas I only received one big spurt and a few drops. Once again, I used her panties to clear her eyes of any cum, so she could see what was going to happen next. After Carter had pulled his pants back up, he and David walked out, not interested in the rest of Ying's performance.

Henry stepped up, who – as usual – had something more in mind.

"Stand up," he whispered, looking down at Ying's cum-covered face. She hesitated for a moment, looking at me for guidance. Henry, atypically patient, whispered, "Don't worry, I just want to see if you can fuck as good as you can suck."

Ying got up and nervously held her arms and hands tightly against her body. Henry, naked from the waist down, gently pushed her against the table and grabbed her right leg, pulling it up slightly, forcing Ying to put her hands on the conference table for support. Without further ado, Henry pressed his dick against her wet pussy and penetrated her while looking her straight in the eye. She grimaced for a few seconds, but quickly started enjoying Henry's fat cock up her twat and even started moaning. 

He fucked her standing up for a few minutes, then spun her around and pushed her down on her stomach on the table, ramming his cock up her twat from behind. Another minute or two later, he pulled out and turned her around again, grabbing her feet and spreading them high and wide, pushing his cock up her twat without the use of his hands. Ying apparently enjoyed getting spread open and fucked like that, because she climaxed rather intensely barely thirty seconds later. Henry didn't really care and just kept going, fucking the shit out of her for as long as was needed to make himself cum. To top it all off, he came inside of her, his cock so deep up her twat, he was probably dumping it straight in her womb. Ying just lay there, panting and gasping for air, as Henry pulled out, jumped in his boxers and pants, and left as quickly as he could.

"How do you feel?" I asked, a wide grin on my face.

"Dirty... I feel dirty," Ying whispered, as she got up from the table.

Before either of us could say another thing, a clearly drunk Brian stumbled in and said, "Carter told me there was some Chinese pussy to be had in here!"

"Ah, there it is..." he said as he shut the door and began unzipping his pants, ogling Ying's naked and defiled body. Ready to step in if needed, I looked at Ying and gave her a 'What do you think' shrug of the shoulders, putting the ball in her camp. As Brian stumbled out of his pants and boxers, Ying surprised me by slowly bending over the table, leaning on her hands and wriggling her slut ass at an already excited Brian. He needed no further encouragement and stepped up behind her, plunging his hard cock brutally up her wet twat, causing her to moan louder than she had before. She also whispered something in Chinese, probably "Oh god," or something similar.

With her hands flat on the table and her face perpetually contorted in blissful pain, she took Brian's ramming like a pro for several minutes, until he pulled out and creamed all over her ass and between her thighs. Then, by simply looking at me and arrogantly pointing at his crotch, he ordered me to my knees. Ying, still gasping for air, glanced over her shoulder, watching me clean his cock with my tongue. When I let his cock slip out of my mouth, Brian collapsed on the ground, completely exhausted. 

"I guess I'd better get cleaned up and dressed, before someone else walks in," Ying said as she got up from the table. I smiled and nodded as I noticed cum dripping down her inner thigh.

"Stay here, I'll be back," I said as I went to get some towels from the kitchen. After using them to clean the cum off her face, and the rest of her body, she started getting dressed again, forgoing her panties, which I had used twice to scoop cum out of her eyes. 

When she was presentable again, we walked out – leaving a spent Brian on the floor – and headed back into the main conference room. 

"Thank you," she whispered as we started to mingle again.

"You're welcome," I smiled as I grabbed a glass of champagne from a nearby platter. To my surprise and light amusement, Becky was still on her knees, sucking off the same guy she'd started blowing prior to Ying and I leaving – that was well over twenty minutes ago. Although his cock seemed as hard as it was going to get, he showed no sign of reaching a climax any time soon. When she noticed me, Becky rolled her eyes in frustration as she continued to bob her head up and down his shaft. I decided to help her out and got on my knees next to her. 

I took over the blowjob for a while – the guy, barely able to stand on his legs – didn't seem to mind. In retrospect, I don't think he even noticed. After another ten minutes of taking turns feverishly bobbing our heads up and down his lamentable cock, the guy finally climaxed and shot a thin string of sperm across my face. After watching him collapse to the ground, completely exhausted – not to mention drunk as a skunk – Becky and I got up and sat down on two empty chairs nearby, anxiously observing the other delegates, worried that some of them – or heaven forbid, all of them – would come up to us for another blow- or handjob.

Fortunately, excessive amounts of alcohol had taken their toll on the entire Chinese delegation, and so aside from getting our tits squeezed now and again, nothing much happened for quite a while. Then, finally, the decision was made to call it a day and return the delegates to their hotel. Becky and I got dressed and then helped our bosses escort our guests to the parking lot, where their cars – with drivers – were waiting for them.

Ying got in the last car, along with the chairman and his aids, and winked at me before closing the door. As the eight of us were standing there in the parking lot, watching car after car drive off, Donald suddenly reached for Becky's right tit and squeezed it. She looked up at him and whispered, "Sir, I am..."

Before having to finish her apology, Jerry said, "Donald please, cut the girls some slack will ya, they just sucked off twenty-three Chinese cocks!"

"Twenty-four," Becky corrected him.

Jerry cracked a smile and said, "Go home girls, you were exceptional today, it will be reflected in your bonuses!"

"Thank you sir," Becky said as she turned and headed towards the elevator in a hurry. Carter, Henry and David quickly followed her and the four of them filled up the elevator.

As Brian, Donald, Jerry and I were waiting for the elevator to come back, I turned to Donald and said, "You know sir, if you're interested, I wouldn't mind being of service to you."

"Oh really?" Donald replied, looking me up and down.

Realizing that Jerry hadn't cum in a couple of hours either, I looked at him and whispered, "That offer extends to you too, sir."

As Donald and Jerry's mind were racing with possibilities, Brian squeezed my left tit and said, "Mind if I get in on that action?"

"Not at all sir," I smiled, feeling Jerry's hands around my waist, working their way into my skirt, "Plenty of holes to go around."

Not a minute later, the four of us were in the maintenance room next to the elevator, taking off our clothes. Brian got on his back on the concrete floor and held the base of his rock hard cock while I squatted down and slid my eager twat over it. After bouncing up and down a couple of times, making sure he was firmly lodged up there, I leaned forward – leaning on my left hand – and used my right hand to pull ass open. Donald got on his knees behind me and stuffed his dick up my butt hole. Meanwhile Jerry came up from the other side, grabbed a fistful of hair and stuffed his cock in my mouth. So, there I was, getting fucked in all three holes. With so much testosterone in one small room, it should come as no surprise that the guys were unusually coarse and rough. Brian unsympathetically squeezed and manhandled my tits, while Donald kept slapping my ass over and over again. Jerry intermittently pulled his –surprisingly hard – cock out of my mouth and slapped me across the face with it. 

Luckily, the whole endeavor didn't take that long, or I would have ended up with a few bruises. Donald was first to shoot his load up my ass, followed by Brian who climaxed deep in my cunt. Jerry, as usual, took slightly longer to get off. Donald and Brian were nearly fully dressed again by the time I got a nice, warm mouthful of spunk. After Jerry and I had gotten dressed, the four of us took the elevator to our floor, where I headed straight for the bathrooms to clean myself up, again. By the time I was done and walked out, the guys were all in the large conference room, discussing the business side of the day. I decided not to show myself again – not even to say goodbye – in order not to risk getting 'delayed' any further and so I snuck out, heading for the bus stop.