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The Office Slut Ch. 01

By: Lady Grey



The Start of things.

The whole thing started with a discussion among a group of us in the rest room at Hinkerman's, the company where I worked in the typing pool.

It was all about how far you would be willing to go for money. It had started with a reality TV program that had been shown the previous evening, where girls had been offered money to flash their boobs in public. 

The shows presenter could have offered the girls up to £100, but it was surprising just how little he got away with. There was one especially attractive young lady who willingly showed her generous assets to the thousands of viewers for the paltry sum of £20. 

The discussion went on for some time and it seemed that most of us around the table would be willing to do almost anything legal if the money was right.

Just then Mandy from admin chipped in. "What about actually having sex with someone, like in that Michael Douglas film, where he offered this guy a lot of money to sleep with his wife?."

We all glanced at each other. No one wanted to take the lead at this point, so I shook my head and smiled. "If the amount of money offered me was going to make a big difference to my life, I would certainly consider it." 

What escaped my notice at the time was that sitting at the next table to us there was someone who was sipping slowly on his cup of coffee, taking a great interest in our conversation.

I was back at my desk later that afternoon when I received a call to go over to head office, which was situated a few blocks away from where I worked in the distribution office. I called and informed my head of section that I had to leave, but she told me that she had already been notified. It was a little worrying to be called to head office, as they did not say what it was about, just that I was to report to the main reception desk.

The very attractive receptionist who greeted me was wearing what I thought was a rather low-cut dress. She smiled, asked me my name, and then consulted her list on her desk. She informed me that my meeting was with the Chief Executive Officer's Personal Assistant, a Keith Mellor. She gave me directions to his office, and then handed me a pass.

"You will need this to get into the head office section," she said, flashing me a beaming smile. 

As I rode up on the elevator, I was still a little worried, and wondering why I had been called over to head office. Emerging from the lift, I swiped the card in the unit at the side of the door. It opened to admit me into a rather plush section. An attractive man who looked to be in his mid 40's was waiting for me.

"Samantha?" he said, holding out his hand. "Pleased to meet you." 

He took my arm and led me up the wide corridor with doors down both sides and ushered me into a spacious office. It was fitted out to a very high standard of luxury. It also had large picture windows that overlooked the river and the riverside walk. 

"Take a seat, Samantha. Can I offer you a cool drink?" he said, indicating a tray on which was a large pitcher of iced orange juice.

I smiled and nodded. "That would be very nice. Thank you, sir."

He got up from behind his large desk and poured out two glasses of orange juice, handing one to me as he sat down. Then he began to look through some papers on his desk.

"Just want to go through a few things with you, if that's alright." He said. I nodded.

"I see you are not married." Again I nodded.

"Do you have a boy friend at the moment?" 

"Not at the moment," I said with a slight smile. "I'm just between them." He smiled. 

"Do you live on your own?" he asked. 

I nodded and told him that I did, and that I had only a few weeks ago moved into a new apartment. 

"Do you like working for Hinkermans?" he asked. 

"Yes, I like it very much." 

"Do we pay you enough?" 

I looked at him, smiling. "Well, yes, the pay's not bad," I said, "but if you are offering me a pay raise, I can certainly put it to good use." He nodded his head knowingly, and smiled. 

"What is your take home pay, about £1200 a month?" he asked.

"Around that, sometimes a little either way, depends on bonuses." 

"How would you like to maybe double that?" he asked. "Say, £3000 a month?" 

I looked at him in amazement. "For doing what?" I asked.

"Well, that depends on you, young lady. I have been informed that you would be willing to do almost anything if the money were right?" He looked straight at me. 

I quickly remembered the discussion we had at lunchtime. How the hell had he found out about that so quickly?

I smiled. "That was just a bit of a laugh, sir," I said. 

"So you did not mean what you said?" He looked at me.

I thought for a moment, wondering what this was all leading up to. I shrugged. "Well, I suppose I might, depending on what I was asked to do and how much I was offered to do it."

He opened a drawer and pulled out a large bundle of new £20 notes, and began to count them out. Then he picked up the ones he had counted and placed them in front of me.

"There's £500," he said. "It's yours if you would remove your blouse." I looked at him in amazement. 

"You are joking?"

He shook his head. "No," he said, "I'm serious. The money's yours if you take off your blouse." 

I was stunned and amazed by his suggestion. Here I was sitting in the office of one of the senior managers of the firm, and he was offering me £500 pounds to take off my blouse in front of him. £500 was nearly two weeks wages. I have to say, I was equally torn between slapping his face and ripping my blouse off.

I still did not understand. "You are asking me to take off my blouse here in your office and you will give me £500? He nodded.

"What's the catch?" I asked.

He shook his head. "There is no catch, Samantha; just remove your blouse and you can pick up the money." 

I looked at the money, then at him. "Just my blouse?" I asked. He nodded.

What the hell, I thought, what's the problem of taking off my blouse? I could certainly use £500. I slowly started to unbutton my blouse. He leaned back in the chair watching me. When all the buttons were undone, I eased it down my arms and slipped out of it. I laid it on my lap and sat there facing him. At least, I was glad I had decided to wear one of my nicer bras today.

"That was not too difficult, was it?" he asked. I shrugged. I was beginning to feel a little self-conscious the way he was looking at me with me sitting there in my bra. It was a white lace one and I knew he could probably make out the dark areas of my areolas beneath the thin lace panels. I was also suddenly conscious of my nipples beginning to stir. Oh my god, I thought to myself, they are becoming erect. Now he can't help but notice them. 

"The £500 is yours, Samantha," he said as he pushed it towards me. I looked at the thick bundle of crisp new £20 notes. All that, I thought, just for taking my blouse off. 

"How would you like another £500?" he asked. 

With all honesty, I have to say that I had half expected him to ask. "For what?" I asked. 

"Your skirt," he said, a slight smile on his face.

I must say I was becoming a little unsure about the situation now. I wondered just where things were going. How far was he expecting me to go? More to the point, how far was I willing to go? The offer of another £500 for my skirt was very tempting, but could I do it? I thought about what I was wearing under the skirt: just a brief white thong and my hold up stockings, but then £500 was an awful lot of money. 

He slowly counted out the money and pushed it to the centre of his desk. He looked at me; I licked my lips nervously. I realised that I could get up and walk out of here with a thousand pounds just for taking my blouse and skirt off in front of this old lecher and letting him get a look at me in my underwear.

Hesitantly, I stood up. I placed my blouse on his desk and then I began to unclip my skirt before sliding down the zip. Then I slowly eased the skirt over my hips; it dropped to the floor. I stepped out of it, and then I stooped to pick it up before laying it on top of my blouse. I nervously adjusted my stockings, then stood there looking at him feeling even more self conscious.

I realised at once as I stood there that my thong was maybe a little brief and left very little to the imagination. I was also beginning to feel a little heated displaying myself to him like this. He nodded his approval. "You are a very attractive young lady," he said, his eyes running over my lightly clad body.

I was by this time beginning to feel even more self-conscious for I knew that my brief attire did not conceal very much, and Keith Mellor was certainly taking a great interest in what I had on display. I stood there for a moment letting him look at me. Suddenly, my legs began to feel a little shaky. I sank back in the chair and crossed my legs.

I, of course, knew that now that I had gone this far, he was probably going to want more. Was I going to be able to refuse him? What was he going to offer me? I thought back to the lunch time discussion where I had stated quite categorically that I would be willing to do anything legal if the money were right.

"Well," he said slowly, "what are you going to make me pay for the pleasure of seeing you remove those last two items?" 

I looked at him and shook my head. "I couldn't, sir, no, this is as far as I am willing to go," I said quickly.

"Are you quite sure?" he asked.

I nodded and began to reach for my clothes. He put his hand out and stopped me.

"But you said earlier today that you would be willing to do anything legal if the price were right," he said. "Taking your clothes off is not illegal, so you name the price." 

I looked at him. I was now feeling quite warm, and even a little excited, being in just my brief revealing underwear. I knew I was also beginning to get a little aroused as I felt that damp, warm, creeping sensation between my thighs. 

"A thousand pounds?" I suddenly heard myself saying.

He looked at me. "For both?" he asked.

"No," I suddenly blurted out. "For each." 

"You are an expensive young lady," he said. Then slowly he began counting the money out on the desk. Oh shit, I thought he would laugh at me if I asked for a thousand. Now suddenly there was no turning back. I had gotten myself into this. I watched as he counted out the two stacks of notes, a thousand pounds in each. He slid them in my direction.

"There you are, it's all yours," he said with a slight grin. Then he settled back in his large chair. "Now, take it nice and slow, Samantha," he said. "I want to enjoy this."

I was in a bit of a daze as shakily I got to my feet. I reached behind my back, and with unsteady fingers, I unclasped my bra. It fell loose. I eased it slowly away allowing him to get his first look at my firm breasts. I was embarrassed to feel that my nipples were already standing to attention. He nodded his head approvingly as I dropped my bra onto his desk with my other clothes. 

At this stage, I was feeling that I wanted to run from the room, but I was rooted to the spot in front of his desk, and I was now about to remove my last small item of clothing and allow him to see me naked. With shaking fingers, I gripped the waistband of my brief thong and began to ease it down, exposing as I did so my neatly trimmed bush. How glad I was that I had that bikini wax yesterday. The damp thong then dropped to the floor and I stepped out of it. I stood before him all but naked in nothing but my hold ups and heels.

"You certainly have a beautiful body, Samantha," he said, looking me up and down, "and if I may say so, well worth the money you asked." 

I just stood there, my hands hanging loosely at my side, not sure what to do with them now that I had removed all my clothes. 

I was beginning to feel very conscious of my nakedness standing there in front of him. I was also aware that I was gradually becoming more sexually aroused. My nipples had as usual become hard and prominent, and now I could feel myself becoming damp between my thighs. I am sure that Mr. Mellor had noticed my discomfort, but he did nothing but sit back in his chair and look at me.

At last he sat up and smiled at me. "It wasn't too bad, was it?" he asked. 

I shook my head and smiled. "I have to admit, it was a lot easier than I would have expected." 

"How would you feel about doing it again, say maybe on a regular basis? Could you do it?" he asked. I looked at him a little shocked and surprised. I couldn't believe what he was asking of me. Was he suggesting that I should become a stripper?

I shook my head. "I don't know; it depends on the circumstances." 

"You mean how much money is on the table?"

I nodded slowly. "Well, yes, I suppose that's what I'm saying."

He looked me up and down and smiled. "How do you feel about sex?"

There was a silence in the room. Here I was, standing naked in front of this guy's desk. How could I not help feeling randy? My nipples were aching and my pussy was juicing up and now this guy asked me how I felt about sex.

He smiled at my discomfort. "I can see you are becoming aroused," he said. I felt myself blushing slightly. "But let me assure you this is as far as things go." I have to admit I felt slightly relieved in one way, but sorry in another.

I knew in my own mind that having gone this far and feeling as I did, it would not have taken much persuasion from him to let things go further. 

"Well," he said, opening up a folder lying on his desk. He took out what to me looked like a cheque. He held it in is hand looking at it. "I have been authorised by the management on the completion of out little trial to offer you this on an agreement from you that for a period of one month you make yourself available to all the members of the management team."

I looked at him horrified. "You can't be serious," I said. 

"For the money they're offering you, the offer is deadly serious." 

He passed me the cheque. I was about to throw it at him when I saw the amount written on it. He had earlier mentioned offering me £3,000 a month; the cheque I was holding was for four times that amount: £12,000.

"Is this a serious offer?" I asked. 

"Yes," he said, "very serious." 

My god, I thought, £12,000 for just one month's work? How bad could it be? Even if they wanted more from me than just seeing me naked, they couldn't ask me to do anything I hadn't done before. I was no innocent young girl, far from it, and it was only for 30 days.

"OK," I said, "I'll do it."

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked. I nodded. "I'm sure." 

He passed a sheet of paper across to me. "This is to cover us from any litigation. It's to say that you have agreed to do this of your own free will and no pressure as been put on you." I looked at him, took the pen he was holding, and signed the paper. He folded it and then placed it in the folder on his desk.

Just then the phone on his desk rang. He reached over and picked it up. "No problem," he said. "I'm just about clear; bring the papers in and I will sign them straight away." On hearing his comments, I made a move to pick up my clothes when he stopped me. 

"No, Samantha, don't bother with those just yet. I have a little task for you, just to see how you shape up." I looked at him and then nervously at the door, expecting someone to come in at any moment.

"I want you to step over there." He pointed to a corner of the office opposite the door. I walked over to where he had indicated. "Now turn round," he said. I turned and faced the wall. "Now Samantha, I want you to bend over and grasp hold of your ankles." 

Hesitantly, I did as I was instructed. I at once realised that I was in a very revealing position. I knew in this position both my backside and my pussy would be clearly visible to any one entering the room. "Now Samantha, I want you to spread your legs slightly." Again, I did as I was told.

"Now, I want you to stop like that and don't move until I tell you to." Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. My legs were shaking. I was warm and I had begun to feel weak again. I heard Mellor call to whoever was at the door to enter; I heard the door open and someone walked into the office. I did not know if it were a man or a woman. Nothing was said, by Mellor or the person who had entered. I began to wonder if maybe it were not unusual to walk into an office here and come across a totally naked female lewdly displaying herself like this.

Then I heard Mellor thank whoever it was, and the door close as they went out. I stayed in my instructed position. "That was very good, Samantha," I was surprised to hear Mellor's voice close behind me. Then I almost died as I felt something touch my exposed pussy and slide slowly up the damp cleft. 

"You are extremely aroused, aren't you Samantha?" he said. I mumbled something to the affirmative as the inquisitive fingers continued their exploration of my womanly charms. 

"Would you like me to take care of the situation, or maybe you would like to sort out the problem yourself?" 

By now, in my sexually aroused mind, I needed some relief. Should I agree to let him do whatever he desired, or should I say no? The other option, I realized, was to relieve myself while he watched. I managed to decide that the latter was probably the preferred option as far as I was concerned. 

He had already seen all there was to see; he had humiliated me in front of I knew not who, so to have to masturbate while he watched was, I considered, better than letting him have his way with me.

He made me sit in an armchair with my legs spread, resting one leg over each arm. Then he sat and watched as I finger fucked myself. I was of course extremely wet, and my juices were flowing profusely as furiously I worked myself up to an explosive orgasm. When it was over, I just lay there exhausted. I did not know how long I had been in his office, but in that time, I had stripped for money, displayed my private parts to a total stranger, and finally masturbated in front of him. I wondered just what more the next thirty days held for me.

The Office Slut Ch. 02



I sealed my fate on the way home that night by depositing the cheque in my bank account. The young girl behind the counter looked at the large cheque with interest. "Nice little deposit," she said, smiling, as she wrote down the amount. I wondered to myself what she would have thought if she knew what I was about to do for it.

The following morning, I was extremely nervous about what I was about to do. I took some care dressing. I still did not know what to expect, but after yesterday's interview with Mellor, I realised that what ever I put on would probably have to come off at some stage during the day.

I had been told by Mellor to report to a Miss Martin. She would take care of me and explain my duties, and would also show me where I would be working.

Miss Martin turned out to be a tall attractive woman in her mid to late forties. She looked smart in a dark business suit and crisp white blouse. She smiled when I walked into her office, looking me up and down. "So, you are our new girl," she said. "I must compliment Keith on his choice." 

She told me that while I was there, I would be working for all the members of the management team. I noticed she smiled when she said working. She obviously knew what I would be doing. "When you are not required for your other work, there will be some non-essential office work for you to do to fill in your time."

She then led me to an office. It was one of the first along the corridor. On the door, there was a small brass plate with the words, Corporate Entertainment Department. I smiled.

She opened the door. "This is where you will be located for the next four weeks," she said. "I do hope you are going to enjoy your stay with us, as much as the management team is going to enjoy having you," she smirked at me. "I think you will find everything you require in here." She looked at her watch. "I'll leave you to find your way around and make yourself at home. You have an appointment with the group director, Mr. Hinkerman, at eleven this morning." 

I was then left alone in my new office. It was very nice and comfortable. I noticed at once that all the personal things I had on my desk in the other building had been brought over. I decided to look around. In a large cupboard, I found, to my surprise, a comprehensive selection of clothes, all new and in plastic bags. Below the hanging clothes were a series of drawers. These contained underwear and accessories, again all individually wrapped. I was more than a little surprised to find that all the clothes were my size.

There was a tap on the door. It opened and a pretty blond head popped round. "Would you like coffee, Miss?" the pretty young thing asked. 

"Please," I said, "That would be very nice."

She made her way in pushing a small trolley on which were cups, and a large flask of coffee, and another that contained milk. I saw she also had an interesting selection of fancy cakes and biscuits. She told me that her name was Rose; she explained that it was her job to serve all the offices along the corridor. As we chatted, I could not help but notice her outfit. It was extremely short, and showed an awful lot of her long shapely legs clad in dark stockings. When she bent down to reach a small plate on the lower shelf of the trolley, I was able to see the tops of her stockings and an inch or so of white thigh.

I also noticed, as she leaned over to place my drink on the desk, she was exposing a lot of cleavage. They certainly seemed to like their women to show themselves off over here, I thought to myself.

After a coffee and a large portion of blueberry cheesecake, I continued my exploration of my new office. I found I had a large washroom complete with shower. Alongside, a large illuminated mirror was set above a well stocked dressing table. They had certainly thought of everything. On returning to my desk, I checked through the in tray, and found it contained mostly filing and other mundane office tasks.

Just then the phone rang. I picked it up. "Samantha, Corporate Entertainment," I said in my best phone voice. It was Mr. Hinkerman on the line and he wanted me to come along to his office as soon as possible.

I checked myself over in the washroom mirror, adjusted my make up, and with butterflies starting in my stomach, made my way up the corridor. I found his office to be the last one on the left. I steeled myself and knocked and a voice called for me to come in.

This office was twice as big as Mellor's and was a lot more luxurious. They certainly believed in their comforts over here at the head office. The man sitting behind the desk was quite good looking, with iron-grey hair and dark piercing eyes. He looked me up and down as I walked in. "So, you are our new young lady, Samantha," he said. "Sam for short, I guess?" I nodded smiling. "You are very pretty," he said, "Very pretty, indeed. Have you been informed of your duties?" he asked. 

"I think so, sir." I said 

"Good," he said, "But there is just one thing. In the future when I call you, I would like you to be already undressed, unless, that is, I require you to wear something specific." 

I nodded. "Yes, I will remember that in the future, sir," I said. My God, I thought, that means I'm going to have to walk about the place naked.

"You want me to undress now?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Please, my dear, I have some important clients arriving shortly and I need you around as a distraction." He smiled to himself.

I walked over to a chair and began to slowly undress. He did not seem to be taking a lot of interest in what I was doing. He just kept giving me a cursory glance now and again as he sifted through some paper work. I was just about to remove my panties when there was a knock on the door, and a much younger guy in shirtsleeves walked in. "Hi, dad, can I have a quick one with you?" he said. Then he suddenly noticed me. Well, why wouldn't he? I was standing there in just my brief panties. He grinned and walked over to me. "So, this is the new girl," he said, smiling at me and looking me over.

Mr. Hinkerman looked up. "Sam, this is my son, Martin."

He held out his hand. I reached out and shook it feeling a little exposed in just my rather brief panties. I saw him looking with interest at my breasts and my already aroused nipples. "She is a very attractive young lady," he said, turning to his farther. "Will she be available later?" 

His father shook his head. "I doubt it. I have the two buyers from Landers coming along at any minute, and if last time was anything to go by, she won't be."

Martin shrugged his shoulders. "Never mind," he said, turning back to look at me. "We will have to get together later, but I can't wait that long to see your pretty pussy, so if you wouldn't mind." He looked at my panties. I felt a little humiliated by his comment, but I knew what I was expected to do, so I slipped them down and stood there naked for his inspection. I could see from the expression on his face that he liked what he saw. Then he just turned away and began to chat with his farther. With a last glance at my naked body, he smiled and left the office.

Mr. Hinkerman told me to take my clothes and put them in his wash room. When I returned he told me to come over to his desk. He watched me as I walked over towards him with nothing to cover my nakedness but my hold ups and heels. He looked me up and down and commented that I looked good. He asked me to turn around so that he could inspect me from all angles. It still felt a little strange being naked in front of someone whom I had just met, but I knew from now on and for the next four weeks, I was just going to have to get used to it.

He then explained that this morning I was going to act as his secretary during the meeting, and that I should take notes that I could type up later. He also mentioned that the buyers who were coming could get a little playful. "But I'm sure there will be nothing you can't handle," he said with a smile. He also mentioned that Rose had already left coffee and some other drinks along with a selection of food for lunch. It was in the small kitchen at the rear of the office, and I would be expected to serve it later.

A buzzer on his intercom suddenly sounded, and when he pressed the intercom, a voice announced his visitors had arrived. He told me to take up my place on a straight backed chair at the side of his desk; it was facing the two chairs that had already been placed there for his visitors. I was now beginning to feel very nervous and more than a little apprehensive just sitting there totally naked awaiting the arrival of his two visitors. 

There was a knock on the door; it opened and two men entered. There eyes lit up immediately when they saw me. Then they nodded at Mr. Hinkerman. "Nice to see you have everything ready for us, Paul," one of the men said, smiling. 

"And what do you call this pretty little thing?" the other man asked. 

"This is Sam," Hinkerman said. "She's new to us. It's her first day with us." They both nodded their approval. I smiled nervously at them.

Then they all quickly got down to business. It seemed a rather surreal situation with the three of them talking business, while I sat there totally naked and took notes. The two buyers constantly looked in my direction, and their obvious interest in me began to arouse me. I twisted nervously on my seat as I began to feel my juices running down between my thighs.

When Mr. Hinkerman asked if they would like coffee, they nodded and took a break from their work. I had to walk around the office while the pair of them followed me with there eyes wherever I went.

It did feel quite degrading to be naked and exposed like this in front of the two men, but I was a little surprised by just how aroused I was becoming. While in the kitchen, I ran my hand over my pussy. I was not at all surprised to find I was quite wet as my juices had already begun to flow. 

We all worked on until one o'clock when I was asked to serve lunch. The three of them sat and chatted about sports and other things while they all made short work of the plates of food I had provided. I was a little surprised and more than a little apprehensive when it was suggested that Mr. Hinkerman should show one of the buyers around one of the new units.

Suddenly, I found myself sitting alone with the other guy, who told me that his name was Andrew. He asked me to come over to where he was sitting. I stood up and walked over and stood in front of him. He looked at my body. "You are a very attractive young lady, Samantha," he said, with a slight smile on his face. He reached out and began to caress my breast and nipped my hard nipple between his finger and thumb. I tried to suppress a groan.

He stood up and pushed me back suddenly. I could feel the edge of Hinkerman's desk against my bottom. I eased myself up onto it, feeling the cool leather against my skin. He took hold of my knees and eased my legs apart. I knew that he would now be able to see that I was already becoming quite wet. He dipped his fingers into my honey pot and smiled as he realised just how wet I already was.

He fumbled with his trousers and released a monster of a cock, which he held in his hand for a moment before rubbing the large purple end against my pussy lips, nudging them open. He spread my legs even wider as he thrust into me. I cried out as his monster filled me and I felt myself tighten around it.

I leaned back on my hands on the desk and he began to fuck me with long, energetic strokes. He was already breathing heavily. I had already experienced a minor orgasm as he entered me because I was so hot. He then gripped both of my breasts and squeezed them painfully as he worked himself up to a climax. Just as he reached it, he withdrew and jetted large amounts of his warm, white, sticky fluid all over my stomach and legs. 

I was still shaking from the experience and he was tidying himself up when the door opened and Hinkerman and the other rep came in. He grinned when he saw the state I was in. "Was the sweet course up to your expectations?" he asked. 

Andrew nodded. "Yes," he said, with a wide grin. "She was very tasty indeed."

"You want a turn with her," Hinkerman asked, "before we continue?" 

The other rep looked at me still sitting there, legs wide apart, strings of cum still running down my body. He shook his head. "No, I'm not into sticky seconds," he said, "But I would not mind her giving me some head."

Mr. Hinkerman looked at me and motioned to the rep. I knew what was expected. I slipped off the desk and knelt in front of him. I could see there was already a large bulge in his pants. I slid down the zip and eased him out. Thankfully, he was not as large as Andrew. I wrapped my hands around his shaft and eased it into my mouth. It tasted a little salty, but not too unpleasant. After a few strokes, I became too engrossed in what I was doing to notice the taste. I had often been told by some of my more intimate male friends that I was somewhat of an expert at giving head, and from the sounds that were coming from him I could tell that he was enjoying the experience.

I thought he might pull out, like Andrew had done, but when he gripped my head, I knew that I was going to have to take his load. He cried out as he erupted, and my mouth, and soon my throat, was filled with large amounts of hot, none too unpleasant, cum which I tried to quickly swallow. But as he slipped from my mouth, it ran down my chin and splashed down onto my breasts.

As he wiped his shrinking cock on a napkin, he pulled me to my feet. He thanked me for a very pleasant experience, saying we would have to do it again some time.

Of course, after all I had taken, I looked a bit of a mess. Mr. Hinkerman suggested that I return to my office and get cleaned up. I went into the rest room and picked up my clothes. I did not bother to dress as I did not want to get my clothes messed up.

It felt a little strange walking back down the corridor to my office holding my clothes in my hands. I was expecting at any moment for one of the doors to open and someone to come out. Luckily, I did get back to my own office without been seen and I was soon under the shower, washing myself clean of the results of the encounters with the two reps. 

Although I knew that the whole encounter had been somewhat degrading, I did not feel too bad about it, and it had not been that unpleasant. Andrew fucking me had relieved some of my pent up arousal, and I had quite liked giving the other guy head. The thing that had bugged me a little was that the others had been watching. It was the first time that I had ever done anything like that with other people watching me, but I knew that if I were going to earn my money, it was something I was probably going to have to get used to.

I dried myself off after my shower and redid my hair and make up, and had just slipped back into my clothes when the phone rang. It was Mr. Hinkerman.

"Hi, Sam," he said. "Are you OK?" I told him that I was. "I was wondering if you could you come along and serve us with coffee." As he spoke to me, I heard someone speaking to him in the background. "I have just been asked by my two friends if you would wear something sexy, but no knickers." I could tell he was grinning.

I sorted through the items of lingerie in the cupboard and selected a red Basque. Its half cup bra left my nipples slightly exposed and it finished around my hips, leaving my pussy and bottom totally exposed. Long, red suspenders clipped onto my new stockings.

I eased my door open with caution. The corridor was empty, but this time I was not so lucky. About halfway along, a door suddenly opened and a man came out carrying a bundle of papers. He smiled when he saw me. He did not say anything, just nodded. Maybe, I thought, over here it was not unusual to find an almost naked woman walking around the office.

I could see when I entered Hinkerman's office that my outfit had been a good choice. The guys nodded their approval as I walked around and served them with coffee and cakes, and apart from a casual stroke on my arse from Andrew, I was not interfered with. May I say much to my disappointment?

I returned to my office and was about to get dressed when the door suddenly opened and Mellor came in. He smiled when he saw my skimpy attire. I turned and faced him, my breasts jutting out of their skimpy covering and my pussy totally exposed.

"You have certainly taken to it, Samantha," he said. "Mr. Hinkerman called me a few minutes ago to say that he thought you were very good with no inhibitions whatsoever. He said that you did everything that was expected of you without any signs that you weren't totally enjoying yourself." 

I smiled at him, then shrugged. "Well, the reason for that was that I was enjoying myself; I was enjoying myself very much. I found it a bit nerve racking at first, but I soon got into the swing of things."

He smiled. "Well, after the amount of time it took me to get you out of your clothes yesterday, you seem to have quickly gotten used to displaying your more interesting attributes." 

I glanced down at my breasts, displayed as they were with nipples standing out sharply. I smiled.

"Anyway, what I have come to tell you is apart from the message from Mr. Hinkerman. I have had a couple of bookings for you. Martin Hinkerman wants you to go to the races with him and a few friends on Friday, and a week from Wednesday, Mr. Gordon, the personnel director, has booked you to accompany his wife and himself to a charity function. I'm sure there will be plenty of other bookings for you during the next four weeks as soon as the word gets around what an obliging young lady you are."



The Office Slut Ch. 03



The rest of that first week followed a similar vein as the last two days, I was used as a naked secretary by most of the management team who all seemed to want to get a look at me and of course show me off to their visitors minus my clothes of course. It seemed that this sort of thing was one of the perks offered to visitors who did business with Hinkerman's. 

Some wanted just to have me around, others wanted to use me in various ways either for sex or to satisfy their warped desires in some other way. Like the German guy Otto who actually brought along his own very extremely large vibrator, this I had to allow him to insert in my pussy, it was connected via a long wire to a hand control and he got immense pleasure out of controlling the speed of the vibrator during the meeting. By the end of the session my notes were hardly eligible and I had some difficulty typing them out later.

I know to some people what I was doing was degrading and I was nothing less than a common prostitute getting paid for sex, but I was being extremely well paid, and I enjoyed the sex. I was, as I told Mellor' at my interview, between boy friends at the moment, but because of my work at Hinkerman's I was not missing out on the sex side of things, also although I had been a little nervous at first, I now actually enjoyed the thrill of exposing myself, and of being naked and admired.

I knew I had an appointment with Martin Hinkerman on Friday lunchtime to go to the races with him and some friends so I was a little surprised when he called me to his office Friday morning. The other thing that surprised me was that I was usually told when they called how they wanted me to be dressed or more than usually undressed. Martin on this occasion told me to just come along as I was. 

He greeted me with a smile and after told me to take a seat, "Are you looking forward to our trip this afternoon."

I smiled and nodded, "I have never been to an actual race meeting only watched it on TV, so I'm looking forward to it with interest."

He smiled "What I've called you in for is to explain about this afternoon and what I wanted from you. I would like you to wear something casual and summery, possibly a dress, one that buttons down the front might be a good idea, easier to get out of." He said with a slight grin.

"Underneath some nice sexy underwear, with suspenders and stockings, oh, and don't forget to wear a hat. They always like to see ladies in hats at race meetings, and by the way, my friends who are going along with us do not know about your role here at Hinkerman's so I am going to introduce you as one of my girlfriends. So just do as I ask of you," he said. "Don't be too eager to please, it might be more fun if you would show a little reluctance to doing some of the things I ask of you."

I smiled and nodded this assignment sounded like fun

"OK" he said "You have got an hour or so to get ready be back in my office at 11.30."

I returned to my office and sorted through the selection of clothes, I found a pretty print dress that fitted the bill. The underwear was no problem there was plenty of it, and I even found a wide brimmed hat that suited the purpose. I took a quick shower, dressed and did my make up and hair. 

Rose popped in with my morning coffee and cake, we had become friends over the last week, she smiled when she saw me dressed up "You look very pretty what have you got on today?"

"I'm going out to the races with Martin and some of his friends."

She looked a little concerned. "You will have to watch yourself with him; he's a bit of a wild one."

I smiled "I think I can handle him."

At 11.30 prompt I was back in Martins office ready for what ever the day might hold for me. Martins nodded his approval approved of my outfit, "Les me see what you have on underneath."

I lifted my skirt displaying to him my brief white panties, stockings and matching suspenders. Again he nodded his approval.

Down at the front of the office were picked up by one of the company's limos, a long sleek white vehicle with darkened windows, there was seating inside for at least eight other people. It was well fitted out with a plasma TV screen and a well stocked bar. We settled into the comfortable leather seats, and as we pulled away Martin reached over and poured us a drink "May as well start the day as we mean to continue," he said passing me a large glass of chilled white wine.

His six friends were waiting for us at their hotel, which was only a short drive from the office, as they piled into the limo and at first sight they all seemed a nice bunch, and were all around the same age as Martin, who I imagined was in his late twenties. Martin introduced me as Samantha a good friend of his, they all shook my hand and cast more than an interesting glance at my body. Martin handed out some drinks, and put some nice music and we all settled down for the journey to the race course that he said would take about an hour and a half. 

Of course boys being boys and with a few drinks inside them, to boost their confidence they chatted me up, and as it usually does and aided by a few comments from Martin the subject of sex began to dominate the conversation. 

Martin asked the guys if they thought I was attractive, that was something to which they all agreed. When he made the comment that it might be interesting to see just how attractive I was, they seemed to get his drift and were all in total agreement. Luckily I had drunk about three glasses of wine at this stage and I was feeling reasonably relaxed, Martin suggested to me that it might be interesting if I were to loosen a few buttons on my dress. I was at the time sitting in the rear seat of the limo next to Martin, me the rest of them were sitting on the side seats.

Going along with Martin's plan I showed some reluctance at first, I looked at Martin shocked, "I can't do that with your friends looking at me," I said in my best shocked girly voice but after a few of the others joined in trying to persuade me I pretended with some reluctance to give in and slipped open the top three buttons of the dress, this displayed to them a lot of cleavage and a glimpse of my white lace bra.

Of course when they realised that I was maybe willing to show them more they all began to encourage me. I protested that I was not that sort of a girl, but after more cajoling and still showing signs of reluctance I began to slowly open more and more of the buttons. The dress was finally open from top to bottom and through a gap of several inches they could now see my pretty brief underwear. 

Martin leaned over he kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear that I was doing a wonderful job. I smiled at him, then, protested indignantly as he pulled open one side of my dress. I quickly grabbed it and pulled it back, but then after some more persuasion from his friends I sat there looking very nervous and let him pull it open to display my body in just my brief revealing underwear, the six guys leaned forward to get a better look at me and I found myself staring into six pairs of lusting eyes.

Of course now I had been willing to go this far they wanted to see more of me. I smiled at Martin has he helped me off with my dress and then after a small protest I allowed him to remove my bra much to the delight of his friends. The sight of my firm naked breasts with their already prominent nipples was the cause for some interesting comments.

I was as usual becoming quite aroused by having been undressed in front of seven good looking young guys, I could already feel the tell tale wetness between my thighs as my juices began to flow. I also realised that there was probably a wet area visible on my brief panties, and I was sure the guys would notice it.

Things began to get a little more heated for both the guys and myself when Martin started openly caressing my breasts and tweaking and pulling on my already hard nipples making me roll my head from side to side and cry out.

My brief panties were the next to go, Martin was now kissing me, our tongues delving deep into each others throat, while at the same time he continued to massage and caress my breasts. Suddenly I felt someone's hands on the waistband of my panties. One of the guys had come over and was about to remove my last item of clothing. Clinging on to Martin, I eased my bottom up from the seat and allowed whoever it was holding on to my damp panties, to slip them off.

All around me I heard murmurs of approval as finally everything was on displayed to them, my breasts and my pussy completely devoid of hair, so every detail of my most secret parts could be clearly seen by everyone. Martin finally released me from his arms and I sat there displayed totally naked in front of them all, from the comments that were made they certainly liked what they saw. Encouraged and spurred on by their by their comments Martin wanted to show them more he told me to lift my feet up onto the seat and spread my legs. This of course opened my pussy and displayed the pink wetness inside.

Then he told me to play with myself, I did not object to this as was by this time very aroused and in need of some relief. I parted my pussy lips with my fingers and began to rub myself. Through my half closed eyes I could see them all leaning forward in their seats, their eyes feasting on the sight of my gaping wet pussy as I listened to their calls of encouragement my fingers rubbed over my engorged clit as I headed quickly towards a much needed orgasm.

The rest of the journey to the racecourse was reasonably uneventful, of course I had to remain naked, and that was something the guys appreciated very much. They made the most of it grabbing at my ass and feeling my tits as I passed along them serving them with drinks from the bar, but that was as far as things went.

I was a little worried when we reached the racecourse; the limo had been directed into the VIP car park. As far me I was getting a little concerned that I still had not been allowed to put my clothes back on. Surly Martin was not expecting me to remain naked once we got out of the car. It was one thing to strip off in front of the guys in the car, but to be seen naked in front of hundreds of people was a different thing entirely. Not that I thought it would actually happen, apart from anything else I think the powers that be; at the racecourse might have frowned on such a blatant display.

As it turned out he did not allow me to dress and he did make me get out of the car. I was feeling more than a little embarrassed as I stood naked in the car park. Then at last to my relief he handed me my dress. But not before several people who were walking past the limo gave me some interesting looks as I quickly struggled to button up the dress. When I at last had it buttoned up I realised just how thin the dress was and it felt strange being outside in the open with just the dress and nothing on under it.

Actually after that the whole the day went off very well, the weather was quite warm so I did not miss my undies and after a while I found it quite a pleasant sensation to be walking around with nothing but a light dress on. One of the guys had thoughtfully brought with him a digital camera persuaded me to pose for him on several occasions. I also got me to flash my body for him. He also liked to get some of the other guys in the picture, and all of them went for that. It was actually quite easy to do when the races were on because the crowed were watching the horses and not what we were up to. So I just stood in the crowd with some of the guys around me and let my dress fall open, I don't believe anyone apart from the guys who I was with saw what was going on, they were all too interested in the racing.

Of course spending a day drinking, gambling and been accompanied by a attractive young lady who they knew was wearing very little clothing got all the guys in a relaxed and jovial mood and by the time we returned to the car for the journey home they were ready for some more excitement.

We were still in the queue to get out of the car park when Martin told me to loose the dress. When I was naked he told me to serve the guys some drinks. There was not a lot of room in the car so there was now quite a bit of grabbing and touching my body as I went around and dished out the drinks.

Martin announced that I was available for their entertainment on the way home, they all cheered at this piece of news and it was not long before I was on my knees in the center of the floor with one of them thrusting into me from behind while I took another in my mouth. The journey back to the office took about an hour and a half and I can honestly say that never before had I been fucked continuously for so long, as soon as one was finished another took his place.

At one stage I experienced my first triple penetration, I have never been over the moon about anal sex but this was something new and different. It did take a bit of gymnastic effort before they both managed to get inside me at once, but at last amid cheers of encouragement, two of the fucked me while I sucked on the cock of another of them. Martin himself did not take part in the gang bang but sat back drinking and watching the action with interest 

By the time we arrived back at the hotel where we had first picked up the lads, I think they were all fully satisfied, as they left the car they thanked Martin and me for an eventful day out. I was by this time laying across one of the long seats in the car my body sore and aching both inside and out. I was also covered everywhere including in my hair with a sticky and messy combination of cum and sweat. 

When the lads had gone Martin came over to me and handed me a large drink of fresh orange juice, which I gratefully accepted from him. "I think you are in need of that." He said, "You did a great job." 

Back at Hinkerman's I was still feeling a little unsteady and Martin had to assist me from the car. The building of course was empty by this time on a Friday evening and we had to be let in by the security staff. We had not bothered with my dress, it was dirty and messed up and my underwear had disappeared while on the way to the races. The security guards did not seem to find it a problem when Martin turned up at the front door with a rather messed up and totally naked female. Although I was in a bit of a state and my body not looking at its best I could not help but notice that the two security guards took great interest in what was on display to them. 

Once in the lift we were soon back in my office, Martin helped me into the shower, and I was soon feeling a lot better as the stinging hot water washed the mess and some of the pain from my body. I stayed in the shower until I was feeling more like my usual self. At last I stepped out and wrapped a towel around me and walked back into my office to find Martin sitting at my desk, he looked up and smiled. 

"Are you feeling better now," he asked. 

I nodded. "A lot better now that I'm clean and showered,

"You certainly took some cock this afternoon." He said. "But you seemed to be enjoying it?" 

I looked at him, with a slight smile, "Well I can't say that I found it all that bad, some of it became a little painful towards the end, but I knew they did not mean to hurt me. I realised that it was all down to me that they were so turned on; you can't spend all that time with an almost naked girl and not finish up as randy as they were." I grinned. "But I can say without fear of contradiction that I have never had so many cocks in me in one day."

Martin smiled at me, "I hope you have still got room for another one, I was left out this afternoon I just sat back and let the guys have their fun." 

With that he eased down the zip of his pants and allowed about ten inches of very erect dick to spring out. He ran his hand slowly up and down the length of it. "Can you manage this," he said with a slight smile on his face. 

I loosened the towel and let it fall to the floor. I stood before him naked. He smiled as he saw that my body was pink and glowing from the shower. Then I walked over to where he was sitting in my swivel chair, I straddled his legs, and then I lowered myself until I felt him nudging up against my already well used pussy lips. He adjusted his position and I continued to lower myself feeling as I did so the full length of his tool began filling me up.

I have to admit that it felt rather painful at first as I was still feeling a little soar from my afternoon adventure. The pain was slightly relieved by my need to have him fuck me. I braced my hands on the chair arms and began to lift and lower my body thereby controlling the pace of the session myself.

Martin gripped on to my breasts, caressing them and teasing my nipples, I was now becoming more energetic, raising myself and then thrusting down on him. He cried out with each thrust and squeezed painfully onto my breasts. His body stiffened and he pleaded with me to slow down, I eased off slightly wanting to prolong the sensation for us both, but he was so worked up that he immediately lost control and I felt the wonderful sensation has he pumped me full of his cum. 

I clung to him, my arms around his neck as I felt him begin to soften inside me; I slowly felt him ease him out of me. 

"Was that OK for you?" I asked. 

He nodded "It sure was Samantha I really needed that." 

"Only too glad to be of service," I said getting to my feet.

I looked down at the mess I had made of his pants, "Sorry about that," I said. 

He smiled "Not a problem darling I have a spare pair in my office." 

He stood up and stripped off and we went and showered, together this time, and while he went to get a clean pair of pants I selected some clothes from my collection to go home in. The security guards smiled at us as we left, probably realizing what we had been up to. Martin dropped me off at my flat kissed me tenderly and with a last feel of my breasts thanked me for a very interesting day.



The Office Slut Ch. 04



Martin rang me on Sunday to enquire how I was, which I thought was nice of him. He said that he had spoken to his farther and he had suggested that I take a few days off to get over Friday. I thanked him and said that I was OK, but he insisted, so I did not return to work until Thursday. It was a good idea, because when I returned to work, I was feeling much better because of the rest. The marks and bruises on my body had gone, and down below, things were back in full working order again. 

Mr. Mellor rang for me almost as soon as I arrived. He smiled at me when I entered his office and asked if I was feeling OK. "Yes, thanks, I am fine now". 

He smiled. "Martin told me about Friday. He was very complimentary. I hear the boys had a real good trip. Well, back to work," he said. "I have someone I want you to meet." 

I turned as I heard a door open behind me. A tall, elegant woman in her early fifties had just appeared from the bathroom, and she smiled at me. 

"This is Amanda," Mellor said. "She supplies us with most of the clothes and underwear you have in your office." 

Amanda walked over and kissed me on both cheeks. Then she held me at arm's length. "She's every bit as beautiful as you told me," she said, looking me up and down. "I can't wait to see her stripped."

Mellor turned to me. "Oblige the lady, please." 

I looked at him a little startled by his request but I started to remove my clothes with Amanda watching me with interest. I had never been the slightest bit interested in women, and I had never been involved in a lesbian relationship, but I had a feeling that with the interest she was taking in me that Amanda herseld probably was a lesbian or at least bisexual. 

When I was naked, she came over to me, looking me up and down. "What a beautiful body you have," she said. She looked across to where Mellor was sitting in my chair watching the proceedings with interest. "May I?" she asked. 

"Be my guest," he said, with a slight shrug.

She reached out and began to caress my breasts, teasing the nipples gently. Surprisingly, I felt them beginning to harden under her touch. It was the first time I had been touched so intimately by another woman, and I was excited to find it was not at all that unpleasant.

Then when she leaned forward and began to kiss and suck my nipples, drawing them into her mouth and nipping them gently with her teeth, I could feel my excitement growing. I became even more excited when I felt her fingers begin to probe my pussy lips, spreading them open to allow her access. I realised that I must be getting rather wet when her fingers slipped inside me so easily and began gently rubbing my already engorged clit.

I felt myself pressing myself up against her hand, wanting to feel her deep inside me. As she eased me to a quick and exciting orgasm, I felt my juices flowing over her fingers. She pushed me back towards the sofa and laid me down on it. She knelt down in front of me and parted my legs, and then to my surprise, she went down on me and started licking the juices off my pussy. The sensation of her tongue running between my slit was one of the most wonderful feelings I have ever experienced, and I was rather disappointed when she stopped.

When she moved away, Mellor came over and looked down at me lying there with my legs still wide apart. "I think you enjoyed that," he said, with a slight smile on his face. 

I looked up at him and nodded. "It was good," I said. "It was the first time I have been with a woman." 

He smiled. "I'm sure it won't be your last." 

Amanda had gone back into the bathroom and returned wiping her hands on a tissue. She handed some to me. "You'd better clean yourself up. We need to get down to work." 

She picked up a small suitcase and placed it on the coffee table. I cleaned myself up as best I could and watched as she opened it. I noticed that it contained a collection of items of lingerie. She searched through it and pulled out a black item with trailing suspenders. She passed it to me. "Slip into this for me," she said.

She helped me as I placed the black satin item around my body. It was a waspy, a short corset that lifted my breasts but did not conceal them. It ended across my hips, leaving my rear and pussy exposed, with the long suspenders trailing down my legs. Amanda fished out a packet of fishnet stockings and handed them to me. I slipped into them, and then into a pair of 5-inch patent high heels which finished the outfit. 

Mellor sat watching me. He smiled when he saw the completed outfit, and indicated that I should walk around the office to display the very revealing outfit.

"I think that will do nicely, for what we have in mind," Mellor said, as he watched me. "Thanks, Amanda," he said. "You can, of course, leave the rest of the stuff in the case. Samantha can look through it later and pick a few items out, can't you my dear?" 

Amanda came over and kissed me. "Bye for now, darling," she said. "Do come over and visit me when these guys have finished with you. I'm sure we can find things to do." She stroked her hand temptingly over my exposed pussy, and after blowing a kiss at Mellor, she left the office. 

Mellor came over to me. He took one of my exposed nipples between his fingers and squeezed it gently. "You look sensational, and just right for a little project I have in mind." He smiled. "But before that, just ease yourself up onto the corner of the desk and part your pretty thighs. I haven't had the pleasure of your body yet, and I feel rather horny after watching you and Amanda."

It was the first time Mellor had made a move on me. I wasn't sure that it was within his remit to use me for his own pleasure. But I was feeling slightly horney after my sesion with Amanda so I did as I was told. He stood in front of me and unzipped his pants, and eased out his large erection. I felt myself trembling with excitement at the sight of it. I was still wet from Amanda's activities, so I spread my legs, and without any preamble, he slid it into my waiting pussy. Then he fucked me with an urgency until at last I felt him swell within me and his erupting juices filled my love hole.

After he had finished, he told me to go back to my office and get cleane up and be in the boardroom by 1:30. "We have a board meeting this afternoon, and I want you to put on a little show for the members of the board." He smiled. "After what I have seen this morning, I think it will go very well." 

I said nothing, just nodded my head. 

"Wear the little outfit you already have on," he said, "Put a smart business suit over it". Then as he was leaving, he smiled at me and said, "Don't forget, no panties."

I arrived at the boardroom at 1:30 as ordered. I was a little surprised to see Rose there, looking a little different then usual in a smart grey dress that I noticed buttoned down the front. Mellor was also there putting out papers around the long table. 

Rose smiled a welcome and suggested that I help her with the refreshments in one of the side rooms. We had just gotten the job done when we heard the board members start to arrive and enter the boardroom.

There were twelve board members altogether, ten men and two women. All the men looked to be in their late fifties or maybe a little older. One or two I knew, like Mr. Hinkerman, and the financial guy. The women I thought were maybe slightly younger. I could not help but notice that one of the women kept looking at me with interest.

Mr. Hinkerman and Mellor sat at either side of the chairman, a small man with iron-grey hair and piercing eyes. Rose and I took our seats at the back of the room as the meeting started. They got through the agenda quickly. Then the chairman announced that there would be a break for refreshments. I saw Mellor lean across and say something to the chairman, who smiled and nodded, then held his hand up. "Before you go, ladies and gentlemen, we have something that might interest you."

Mellor looked across at me and beckoned me over; Rose got up and followed me. I was then told to stand up on the raised platform at the top of the room. "Ladies and gentleman," Mellor announced, "I would like you all to meet Samantha." I smiled, feeling a little nervous, guessing what might be about to happen, but not really believing it, not here in the boardroom.

"Samantha is our new girl in Corporate Entertainment. She will be helping Rose today who most of you already know, they will serve the food and drinks and hopefully provide us with a little entertainment." He looked around the room before he continued. 

" So if there is anything any of you might require, you only have to ask Samantha; you will find her very obliging."

He turned to Rose and smiled. "If you would now oblige us, Rose." She stepped up onto the dais and came over to me. She smiled at me, and I was a little startled when she began to unbutton my jacket.

I knew there was nothing I could do, so I stood there with a fixed smile on my face. Once the jacket was undone, she reached around and slipped it off my shoulders. As my partly concealed breasts were displayed to the members of the board, there were nods and murmurs of approval from all round the table. Rose then unclipped my skirt and slid the zip down. She eased it over my hips, and it fell to the floor. There were again more murmurs as my smoothly shaven pussy was openly displayed for all the members to see. I noticed the Chairman lean over and say something to Mr. Hinkerman, who nodded, smiling.

Again, I had that strange feeling of excitement and humiliation as I stood there in front of a group of strangers with my nakedness emphasised by the tight black waspy and the trailing suspenders. Then I heard Rose speaking to me, shaking me from my trance-like state. "Now it's your turn, Samantha," she said.

I did not understand at first. I looked at her. "My dress," she said indicating the buttons. Then I realised she was telling me that I had to take her dress off. She smiled at me as I started to unbutton the dress. "I'm sorry," I said, in a whisper. "I did not realize....Mellor never explained to me what was going to happen." 

As I slowly unbuttoned her dress, it became clear to me that she was not wearing anything at all under it, and with the last button undone, it fell open to reveal her shapely naked body. I slipped the dress off her and placed it on a chair along with my own discarded clothes.

She stood there for a moment smiling and allowing the group to survey her naked body. She had large firm breasts with prominent red nipples, and like me, she too had a clean, smoothly shaven pussy. 

She took my hand and led me off the dais. I followed her into the other room where we had earlier laid out the food. The board members filed in after us. We handed plates out to them. They selected food from the tables and seated themselves around the room in small groups. I noticed that Rose and I were the obvious centers of attraction.

Mellor came up to us and handed each of us a large open bottle of champagne. "Take this around," he said, "Keep everyone's glasses topped up." 

As we were going around passing out the champagne, the groping started. As we required both hands to pour a large bottle like this, this left us exposed for exploring hands. Inquisitive fingers soon found their way into my pussy where I was already beginning to get rather wet. Some began caressing my breasts, while other members looked on waiting their turn. I noticed that at the other side of the room, Rose was getting the same treatment.

The two women board members were the worst. They made me stand in front of them while they pulled on my nipples, making me cry out, much to the amusement of some of the others members.

Later, when we had served the champagne, they humiliated me by making me squat over an empty bottle and ease myself down on it, allowing it to slide up into my pussy. They all thought this was immense fun, and joined together in urging me on. I thought at one point I was going to tear myself apart as the lips of my pussy were stretched tight around the bottle. I think Rose had been involved in this game before, and I was amazed to see her take nearly the whole of the bottle before she at last gave in, amid wild cheers and applause from the board members.

The meeting concluded late in the afternoon, but not before Rose and I were encouraged by Mellor's to put on a little show for the board members. I soon realised that Rose must have been a practicing lesbian or seriously bi sexual. She laid me down on the long table, and what she did to me with her fingers and mouth were beyond belief. Amid cheers and encouragement from all the members, she brought me to numerous climaxes that left me pleading for more. 

After it was over, Mellor called me over and informed me that the chairman wanted to see me in private. He told me that he was in Mr. Hinkerman's office. Still in my almost naked state, I found myself knocking on his door. He called me in.

He was sitting in one of the low armchairs, his fly wide open, and he was sporting a large erection that he was slowly stroking. "I have been informed, my dear, that you can help me with this," he said. 

I looked at him smiling sweetly and slowly nodded my head. "Yes, sir, where would you like me to put it first?" 

He smiled. "I think I would like to fuck your pretty face first, young lady, and then we will see what takes my fancy." I quickly got down on my knees between his legs. I was soon swallowing him deep into my mouth, working on him with my lips. He was surprisingly good and he made me work hard before he filled my throat with his hot sticky cum.

I was amazed by his staying power for a man of his age. His erection did not seem to diminish, and it was soon pumping with gusto into my over worked love hole. He brought me to several orgasms before he himself finally finished. Even that was not the end of it. He made me bend over his desk, and after lubricating me with his fingers dipped in my flowing juices, he took me up the arse. As I have said before, this is something I don't usually encourage, but by that stage, I was so damned horny that I even pleaded with him for more.

When it was over, he thanked me for my services, but he did not offer me the use of his bathroom to clean up. So I had to make my way back to my own office looking a bit of a mess. Trails of my own juices mixed with his cum ran down my legs. Luckily for me, the place was deserted. When I pushed open the door, I was surprised by the sight that met my eyes. Rose was kneeling doggy fashion on the floor with Mellor's cock deep in her mouth, while Martin was thrusting his large ten inches up her willing pussy. They were so engrossed in what they were doing that they did not seem to notice me as I slipped quickly into the bathroom.

I stripped off my scanty attire and began to take a welcome shower. I was halfway through when Rose joined me. "Have you enjoyed your first board meeting?" she asked, with a smile. 

I nodded "Yes, and it was certainly an eye opening experience." She laughed.



The Office Slut Ch. 06



Chapter 6: The Birthday Present  

Monday morning and I was back in the office after my weekend with the Becker's. I glanced at my calendar. I had only ten days left before my month was up as office slut. Yes, I had over the last few days realised that was what I had become: Hinkerman's office slut. 

My body was available for any member of the management team to use and abuse, just as they wished. Looking back over the last two and a half weeks, I would never have believed that I would ever have allowed myself to be used as I had, and for what? For money, of course: £12,000 to be exact. That was what I had gotten for it. Had it really been worth it? I did not know; parts of it had been degrading, parts of it had been exciting. Overall, it had been an experience that I was never going to forget. All in all, well, yes, maybe it had been fun. It had shown me a very different side of life and led me into a life that otherwise I would never have experienced. And well, there were still ten days to go. 

There was a knock on my door and Mellor came in. He smiled at me. "I hear you had a very revealing weekend with the Becker's," he said with a grin. I scowled at his joke. He went on to tell me that the Becker's had complimented me on the weekend and wanted him to thank me. They had said that they were very pleased with me. 

"You certainly seem to have the ways to please everyone. We will miss you when your stint is over." I smiled. At least it was good to know that I was good at something. 

He then went on to tell me that I was to be at the Gibson hotel tomorrow afternoon at three. The client had asked that I wear something very sexy, and that I should also take one or two changes of clothes with me. 

It was nice to have the rest of the day clear. It had been a strenuous weekend with the Becker's, and it was nice to have the day to myself. I booked myself an appointment at the beauticians for the following morning for a massage, facial, and a waxing. Well, a girl has to look her best in this job. 

It was just two forty-five when I was dropped off by a taxi on the forecourt of the Gibson hotel. I had called into the office on my way and had a pleasant lunch with one of the girls who I used to work with. We caught up on old times and the usual office scandal. She said that I had been missed in the office. I told her that I might be coming back soon. Well, in this job you never knew. 

The doorman at the Gibson smiled at me as I got out of the taxi. Maybe it was the sight of the leg I flashed him in my short skirt, but he quickly came over and carried my small overnight bag to reception. 

When I told them my name at the reception desk, I was directed to the lift and told to take it to the top floor. The gentleman who I was to meet up with was already in the penthouse suite, the girl on reception informed me with a knowing smile. 

When I knocked on the door, a smiling, strikingly good looking man in his mid forties opened it. I recognized him instantly as Jim Askins, our personnel director. He took my bag and ushered me into the suite. 

It was a magnificent suite, and it was used often by Hinkerman's as a base for their visiting clients. He took great pleasure in showing me around. It had two en-suite bedrooms, both with large king sized beds. In the bathroom of the master bedroom, there was a Jacuzzi large enough to take at least three or four people. A comfortable and spacious lounge and a small but well-equipped kitchen completed the suite. Back in the lounge, he offered me a drink. He selected a bottle of white wine from a well stocked bar, poured me a large glass, which he handed to me, then raised his own glass. "To what I hope is going to be a most interesting day, Samantha," he said. He looked me up and down, and then with a grin, he said, "Well, I've shown you mine, now let's see yours." I looked at him, then realised what he was getting at, mostly from the way he was looking at my body. 

I put down my glass and slowly unzipped my dress and slid it down my body. He obviously liked what he saw when my sexy black Basque was revealed. It just held my breasts, revealing above the cups part of the dark pink areola of my nipples. It finished with a lacy trim just below my waist, and long suspenders trailed down to my lace-topped stockings. The only other item I was wearing was a very brief thong that just covered the essentials. 

"You look very nice, Samantha. We could be in for a very exciting evening," he said as he reached out and took my hand and led me towards the bedroom. I sat on the bed and watched him as he undressed. I was pleased to see that his body was tanned and lean, with the physique of an athlete. When he slid down his silk boxers, his semi-hard cock was jutting out from a nest of curly black hair. 

He walked over and stood in front of me. His hands began to caress my breasts through the thin silk of my Basque. I felt my nipples hardening under his touch. Then he gently lifted each breast out and leaned down and gently kissed my hard nipples, sucking them into his mouth. I groaned. 

Meanwhile, his hands had begun to caress my thighs. I shivered as his fingers touched the thin band of silk that covered my pussy. His inquiring fingers eased the thin strip of material aside, and he began to run his finger slowly along my moist slit. He eased my lips apart, and I felt him slipping his fingers inside me, moving up to tease my clit. I squirmed and groaned. I now wanted to feel more than just the pleasure from his exploring fingers. 

I reached down and found his cock, now hard and erect. I held it in both hands and began to stroke it, and I could feel the wet end rubbing against my leg. He looked down at me and smiled. "You are just the sort of woman a man needs," he said. By now we were both becoming quite aroused and I was momentarily a little disappointed when he pulled away from me. "Strip off the rest of your things," he said. "Just leave on your stockings and heels. I find they look incredibly sexy on a naked woman." 

I smiled at him as I slowly unclipped my suspenders before turning my back on him and allowing him to unclip my Basque and letting it to fall away. Then I turned around and bent down to slide off my soaking thong. He looked approvingly at my naked body as I adjusted my stockings before easing myself back onto the bed. I lay there, legs slightly apart, as he climbed on the bed beside me. His cock now presented a wonderful sight, and I could not wait to feel it inside me.

Thankfully, I was not kept waiting long. He opened up my legs, positioned himself between them, and then he gently fingered my dripping pussy before his large cock eased the lips apart and he slid in with very little discomfort for either of us, deep into my waiting hole. 

He held it there for a while, giving me the pleasure and that wonderful feeling you get when you feel a new cock inside you. Then starting slowly, he began to fuck me, his strokes building up to a steady rhythm. I thrust my body up to meet him, taking in the full length of every stroke. I squealed and cried out; the pleasure was so intense as I reached several small orgasms, but still there was more to come. 

I shuddered when I felt his body become stiff. I knew it was the moment and I responded. I came almost to the second that I felt his juices pump into me, flooding my pussy and running down between my thighs to soak into the bed covers. 

He lay on my body for a moment before rolling off and lying by my side. "Fuck me," he said in a hushed voice, "You are everything they said you were; you are incredible." 

I looked over and smiled at him. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," I said, as I huddled up close to him. 

After a short rest, he managed to take me again and in the shower later. I thanked him by getting down on my knees and giving him one of my specials. To his great delight, I let him come in my mouth, but he had very little to give after fucking me twice already. 

After the shower, we sat wrapped in the white toweling robes provide by the hotel and drank the rest of the bottle of wine we had started earlier. "There is something I need to talk to you about," he said, looking across to where I was sitting curled up in an armchair. "I have a son," he said; "he was eighteen last week." I thought he seemed a little nervous. "He asked me for a rather strange birthday present." I looked at him wondering just what was coming. Then he dropped the bombshell. "What he asked me for was a woman." 

I looked at him, realization on my face. "And you are asking me to be that woman?" I said, a little taken aback. It had been bad enough, even though I had now become used to being used by the management at Hinkerman's, but the thought of being a present to an eighteen year old was a little hard to take. "What would I be expected to do?" I asked. 

He shrugged. "Well, I am not sure just how much experience he has with women. I don't think an awful lot, but I am sure from what I have just experienced that you will be quite capable of showing him the ropes." 

Again, as had happened several times over the last three weeks, I knew that I was in no position to refuse his request. But the thought of having to allow an inexperienced eighteen year old to use my body was not something I had bargained for when I had accepted the position. I think he could see that I was not too happy, but he did not say anything. He rang room service and ordered us some food. 

We were eating the food when there was a knock on the door. He opened it and a tall good looking young man walked a little nervously into the room. He had close-cropped blond hair, and from what I could see, a good body. Maybe, I thought to myself, things weren't going to be so bad after all. 

"This is David," Jim said, introducing us. David reached out and shook my hand in a firm grip, looking at me, and smiled. He had incredibly blue eyes. Jim offered him a drink, but he settled for coffee. He sat down and helped us finish off the food. 

When the remains of the meal had been collected, Jim looked across at David. "What do you think about your birthday present?" 

David smiled. "She looks very nice," he said. 

Jim smiled. "Well, shall we take her into the bedroom where you can unwrap her?" he asked with a big grin. David nodded eagerly. 

I knew what was required of me, and I stood up and followed the two of them into the bedroom. Jim sat on the bed watching his son. "Go on, son, she won't bite you. Well, not unless you ask her too," he said with a grin. 

David walked over towards me. I could see he was still a little nervous. I decided that for my sake I needed to be in control. I held out the tie of my robe to him. He caught on and grabbed it, pulling on it. It slipped undone and the robe parted, displaying my nakedness. His eyes lit up as I eased the robe off my shoulders and stood naked before him. He gulped as he looked at my body displayed in all its nakedness. 

I reached out and took hold of his hands; I could feel that they were shaking. I placed them on my breasts and rolled them around as I smiled at him. I looked over at Jim who sat watching his son; he smiled at me and nodded. 

I let go of his hands, and he continued to caress my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers. I slowly started to unbutton his shirt; then I unfastened his belt; with the belt undone, his jeans dropped around his ankles. I looked down at the interesting bulge that was threatening to burst open his shorts. 

I slid down onto my knees in front of him and slowly began easing down his shorts. As I went, his large stiff erection sprang out. It was about eight inches long but quite slim. He groaned as I took it in my hands and began to stroke the full length of it. A trace of pre-cum was already beginning to seep from the end. I placed my lips around it and drew him into my warm mouth. He grabbed my hair and instantly began to fuck my face, his stiff cock pushing down the back of my throat. His eagerness almost caught me off guard for a moment, and I almost choked. 

Suddenly, after only a few thrusts, his inexperience showed. His body stiffened, he cried out, and I felt his hot sticky cum flooding into my mouth. I swallowed it hungrily and licked him clean as his cock began to quickly soften. 

"What does it feel like to have a real woman, son?" Jim asked from the bed. 

"She's fantastic, isn't she? Thanks, Dad, thanks, for a wonderful present," David gasped. 

"You're welcome, son, and she's yours for the rest of the day, so make the most of her." I could not believe what I was hearing. I was now going to have to be his son's slut for the rest of the day. 

"I've got to go soon," Jim said. "The room's booked for you until midnight, and I have arranged food to be sent up, so have a good night." Then he looked across to where I was still kneeling on the floor. "But I think I still might manage you one more time, Samantha, so get yourself over here and get your wonderful lips wrapped around this," he said, opening his robe and taking his already hard cock in his hand. 

I crawled across to the bed. With the taste of David still in my mouth, I went down on his farther while the young man looked on, slowly stroking his own cock, which I could see was already becoming alive again. Jim was enjoying the sensation, leaning back on his hands while I did the work. After all the sex we had gone through, it was now taking a lot longer to bring him off, and he was certainly making the most of the sensation. 

It was then I felt David stroking my bottom and running his finger into the wet slit of my pussy. I realised at once that I was going to be spit roasted, as I had once heard it described. David suddenly grabbed my hips and pulled me into a standing position. I managed this tricky maneuver without letting Jim slip out of my mouth. Then David was thrusting his fingers into my juicy wet pussy; I groaned and thrust my arse against him. I felt the head of his cock easing slowly between my engorged pussy lips. Then with a single sharp thrust, he was inside me. I was now experiencing the most incredible sensation of being fucked from both ends. 

Again, the inexperience of David showed, and although he tried to hold himself back, he still came well before I managed to get Jim to come. When at last he did, we collapsed back on the bed, both truly exhausted. 

I left the two guys chatting and made my way to the bathroom. I turned on the Jacuzzi, and while it filled, I took a shower, washing away the sticky mess of our lovemaking. Before I had finished my shower, both the guys were already in the Jacuzzi. I slid between them into the hot bubbling water. Although they did not miss the opportunity to explore my body, I don't think that either of them could manage another session of intercourse; well, not for the moment anyway. 

Jim left us in the Jacuzzi saying that he might drop in later, and David and I sat and chatted. David, it turned out, was quite a nice guy. He told me he was captain of the college football team, and that he loved all forms of sport. He explained to me that he had asked his dad for a woman as a birthday present as a bit of a joke. He had been very surprised when he was told to meet his dad at the hotel, and even more surprised when he actually met me. 

Then he wanted to know something about me. He asked if I did what I did for a living and was quite surprised when I told him about my position at Hinkerman's and what I did there. "You are there just to be used by the management?" he asked incredulously. I nodded. "No wonder my dad comes home with a smile on his face. I am going to have to get a job there." We both laughed.

After the Jacuzzi, I changed into some fresh clothes and joined David in the lounge where he was watching TV. I sat down beside him. He turned to me and smiled as he looked at me. "You look nice," he said. I smiled and thanked him. I was getting to like him; he was a nice guy. 

"What have you in mind for tonight?" I asked. 

He looked at me surprised. "Didn't dad mention about the party?" he asked. 

I looked at him. "What party?" 

"I'm sorry," he said, "I thought you knew. I have asked a few friends over. Dad has arranged for some food, and the bar is well stocked up; it should be a good night." 

"What part do I play in this?" I asked. He smiled a little nervously. "Oh, I get it; I'm supposed to be the entertainment." I looked at him and he nodded slowly. "And just how many are coming along to this party?" I asked. 

"Just some guys from the football team," he said. "About six of them, I think, maybe less. Some have already gone home for the holiday." 

"Well, thank God for that," I said. "At least I won't have to take on the whole team." I looked at him. He looked a little disheartened by my comments, and I began to feel sorry for him. Hell, it wasn't really his fault. I had been paid good money to do a job and this was part of it, so I would have to grin and bare it. (Get the pun?) I put my arm around his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek. "Well, if all the guys that are coming tonight have your stamina, I am going to need a couple of good strong drinks to get me in the mood." 

He looked at me and grinned; then he jumped up from the sofa. "What's your poison, Samantha?" he said, heading towards the bar. 

By the time the first of his guests arrived, I was at least feeling a little better due to the several rather large vodka and limes I had consumed. I had also changed into a smart little cocktail dress that was rather short and showed my legs off to their best advantage. 

I happily acted as the hostess for him and fixed up drinks for everyone as they arrived. There were, as David had said, six of them. They all seemed a nice bunch of lads, and I must admit, all rather attractive. Maybe it was not going to be so bad after all. I could see by the way they all looked me up and down as David introduced them to me that they also liked what they saw. 

Meanwhile, the waiters had arrived with the food, and like all young guys, they quickly got stuck into it with some gusto. I did my part in the proceedings and kept the drinks flowing. David had brought a good selection of CDs with him, with the music bouncy, and everybody seemed to be quickly getting into a good mood. 

One of the first guys to arrive was a guy named Carl. He came over and started chatting me up which was rather flattering, but when I informed him that I was David's birthday present, he looked down at my body with an interesting expression on his face. "If that is the case, when's he going to unwrap you?" he asked with a grin. 

I smiled. "You had better ask him that," I said. 

A few minutes later, I saw him chatting with David, who looked over in my direction and smiled. David then came over to me. He turned to the guys and asked them to quiet down. "You have all met Samantha," he said. "She, as I suppose you all know by now, is my birthday present from my dad." There were a few murmurs and a nodding of heads. "Well, I can tell you she has been a great birthday present, and as much as I would like to keep her to myself, you guys are all great mates of mine. I have decided to share her with you all." There was a loud cheer from all of them. "So I have spoken to Samantha, guys. She has agreed to look after all your needs; but one thing I ask of you is that you treat her with respect." He looked around the room and the guys nodded in agreement. "So here she is and she is open to your requests." 

The guys looked at each other, there was a murmur of conversation, and then Carl spoke up. "Well, if she is your birthday present, I think it is about time you unwrapped her." I noticed with some amusement that all the guys were in total agreement with this suggestion. 

David looked at me and smiled. "You ready for this?" he asked. 




The Office Slut Ch. 06



"As ready as I will ever be," I said with a slight grin. 

As he slowly began by easing down the zip at the back of my dress, his six mates leaned forward in their seats in interested expectation. With the dress undone, he slipped the thin straps off my shoulders and let the dress slip to the floor, and I stood there displayed in my black silk Basque, miniscule thong, and stockings. Now the guys watching became really interested. 

I pulled out a chair and put my foot on it to allow him to unclip my suspenders. He did this and carefully rolled down my stockings one by one. He also removed my shoes one by one, replacing them after removing my stockings. I stood there facing the guys who were all watching intently with expectant looks on their faces. He stood behind me and began to unclip my Basque. I could feel my nipples beginning to stir as it slowly came undone. As he pulled it away, I covered my breasts with my hands and began caressing them. "Give us a look, Sam," one of them called out. Obligingly, I dropped my hands and displayed my firm naked breasts with their now very prominent nipples. There were comments and definite murmurs of approval. 

Now the only thing that marred my complete nakedness was the brief vee of my thong. I felt David's hands on my bottom caressing my firm tight cheeks, stroking them lovingly, his fingers running into the crack of my arse. They all wanted to see me naked, and he was now teasing them. At last he hooked his fingers in the thin waistband of my thong and slowly peeled the last brief article of clothing from my body. There were audible gasps when my smoothly shaven pussy came into view. I guess for some of them it was the first time they had seen a pussy so openly displayed. 

Now that I was naked, I moved away from David and began to move my body to the beat of the music. I moved in closer to the watchers, close enough for them to reach out and touch me. After a few initial gropes, they got the idea and realised I really was there for their pleasure. Then they stood up and crowded around me, their hands all over me, feeling my breasts, bottom, and most of all, my pussy. 

David stood back and allowed them the freedom of my body for a few minutes before calling a halt and gently pulling me away from their grasps. "Samantha has also agreed to have sex with all of you." At this comment, there were whoops and shouts from the bunch. "But there are rules, only one at a time unless she says otherwise, and it's got to be in this room with the rest of the guys watching." They looked at each other and nodded. "Now I've got here a pack of cards." He placed the cards on a coffee table. "Somebody shuffle them. Aces are high and the highest card takes her first." 

Carl picked the cards up and gave them a quick shuffle then put them back on the table. Quickly they each cut the pack. It was Chris, a young guy with a shock of blond hair, who drew the high card. With a smile, he walked over to where I was standing. He reached out and took one of my breasts in each hand and ran his fingers over them, gently teasing the nipples. I had noticed as he walked over that he already had a presentable bulge in his pants, so I reached down and ran my hand over it. To my delight, it felt hard and long. 

I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "How do you want me?" 

He eased me away and grinned. "Just rest your hands on the coffee table and stick your sweet arse out." I did as instructed, and felt him grip my hips; then the pressure as the head of his hard cock opened up my pussy lips, and with a slight thrust, he was inside me, much to the delight of the others who were watching the proceedings with interest. 

He soon settled into a smooth rhythm, urged on by the others. He had a nice cock, and it filled me comfortably. It was not long before he had me crying out for more, and he did not flinch at his task. His long powerful strokes gave me several minor orgasms before he brought himself off, and his hot seed filled my love passage to capacity and ran in streams down my legs. 

I looked up to see at least two of the others had already lost their pants in expectation and were stroking very presentable erections. I did not have to wait long before one of them took Chris's place and was thrusting himself into me making my breasts swing in an exciting manner. 

The third one decided to take me on the floor in the traditional style; he said that he liked it this way because he could also play with my breasts. I seemed to be responding well, and even though I knew I would not be able to orgasm to all of them, I had to make them think I could. After the third one, my pussy was tending to become a little tender. It had taken quite a bit of treatment during the afternoon session and now already three of them had used it tonight. I hoped that I was not going to have to disappoint any of them. 

Carl was the next to go. I knew he was a bit of a showman and he did have the tool to prove it; a good eight inches and with a presentable girth. 

He made me lie back on the table still covered in the remains of the buffet; then he hooked my legs over his shoulders and opened me up with his fingers before plunging into me. He pulled painfully on my nipples as he pressed himself into my body. My pussy was really beginning to hurt now even though it was well lubricated, and I was beginning to doubt if I were going to be able to take the other two.

Carl really made a meal of it, and I must say he had stamina. I was crying out well before he finished. He thought it was pleasure but it was actually pain. 

After Carl, I excused myself and went to the bathroom. The Jacuzzi was bubbling and I eased my aching body into it. I looked up as David came into the room. "Are you OK?" he asked, a little concerned. 

I smiled. "Just a little tender; give me a few minutes in here and I will be OK." 

I spent about fifteen minutes in the warm soothing water, and when I got out and dried myself off, I was feeling much better. The lads were sitting around drinking and no doubt relating their experiences. When I walked back into the room, the two guys who had not had me looked up expectantly. 

I smiled and called them over. "I am not sure I can take the pair of you," I said. I saw the disappointed look on their faces. "But don't worry, I will at least take one of you, and I will give the other the best blow job he as ever had." At this their eyes lit up. 

A decision was made, and I got down on all fours presenting my rear to the one behind me while I began to stroke on the cock of the one standing in front of me. I must say the guy who got my arse was very considerate. He entered me ever so gently while I began to lick and suck on the impressive tool of the guy who stood in front of me. Soon we were matching each other stroke for stroke. 

The guy whose cock was stuck down my throat was gripping onto my hair and crying out. Soon I felt the cock inside my worn pussy begin to jerk in that tell tale manner I knew so well, and I felt him erupt into me. At almost the same moment, his partner exploded into my throat, to his obvious delight and pleasure. I swallowed down every last drop of it. 

At last it was over and they had all had the intimate pleasure of my body. They thanked me for my effort, and I told them with a smile that it had been more of a pleasure than an effort. They all smiled. 

Within a few minutes, I was again immersed in the warm water of the Jacuzzi. David again followed me in. He was carrying a bottle of champagne and a couple of glasses. He thanked me for all I had done and said that the guys were over the moon, even going as far as saying that it was the best birthday party they had ever been too. 

I smiled at him. "I'm glad they all enjoyed it." He poured me a large glass of champagne and passed it over to me. I held it up to him and thanked him. I looked at him looking down at me. "Care to join me?" I asked. He grinned and quickly pulled his clothes off and slid into the water beside me. 

We drank the champagne and I allowed him to caress me, but I was still in no state to let him have sex. To compensate and much to his pleasure, I did manage to give him one of my special blow jobs, something, he said, when he at last managed to get his breath back, that was a fitting climax to the whole evening. 

Back in the lounge, the party had begun to wind down, and when we returned, I saw that everyone was now more than a little drunk. They greeted our return with a cheer. At David's request I had still not put on any clothes apart from some heels, and I spent the last hour smooching on the small dance floor with the guys. They took it in turns to dance with me, all of them getting one last chance to run their hands over my naked body. 

Several of them had left when Jim returned to collect his son. He smiled and nodded at me. I was dancing with Carl who was one of the last to leave. I noticed the way he took in my nakedness as we made our way over to where he was sitting chatting with David. I sat down and picked up my glass. "David tells me that they have all had a great night, thanks to you." 

I smiled and shrugged. "They are a nice bunch of lads," I said. "It has been a pleasure." 

Jim looked at his watch. "We had better think about getting out of here," he said. "The room's only booked until midnight." He looked at me. "Are your clothes in the bedroom?"

I looked at him. "What I have left," I said with a smile. "I think some of them might have disappeared as souvenirs." I was about to get up when Carl whispered something to David and he looked at me and smiled. 

"How would you like to earn a bonus?" David asked. I looked at him puzzled. "Well," he said, "I have always had this fantasy..." He again looked a little unsure of himself. 

"Go on," I said, "tell me about it." 

"I have had this thing about walking in a public place with a naked girl on my arm, just to see how people would react." 

I smiled. "And that's what you want me to do?" I asked. 

"Well, it would be a great finish to the night," he said with a grin. 

"How much bonus do I get?" I asked. He looked across at his dad. 

Jim smiled. He seemed to like the idea as well. "How about £200?" he asked. 

I shrugged. "That sounds fine to me." 

"I have the company limo waiting down stairs," he said. "I did not know how many I would be taking home; this should be interesting just to see the drivers face when we get down there." 

Carl collected my bag, packed up what was left of my clothes and then Jim took the bag. We then made our way from the suite. It felt a little strange going down in the lift, with me naked apart from my heels, not knowing what would greet us when the doors opened. 

Luckily, the lobby was not too busy, but even so, I created a slight sensation as we strode through this very public area, and I got more than a few interesting smiles and comments. The doorman made a big thing of opening the door for me. He did not seem at all fazed at the sight of a completely naked woman. 

The company's chauffeur's eyes almost popped out as he jumped out of the waiting car and saw Jim approach with two young guys with their arms around a naked girl. We all had a good laugh in the back of the car on the way home.



The Office Slut Ch. 07



I awoke the following morning still feeling a little tender after the party the night before with David and his mates. I rang Mellor and explained the situation, and as I had no appointments that day, he suggested that I rest. "You need to be in good form for next week," he explained. "It's your last week and I have got a full diary for you for next week, and also there is the annual sales conference at the weekend." It was the first time I had heard about the sales conference and I wondered just what part I was to play in that. 

By the weekend, I was again fully recovered, and I was back in my office early Monday morning. Mellor came into see me and to go through my appointments for the week. As it was my last week, it seemed that everyone wanted to see me. 

There was to be a board committee meeting that afternoon with Mr. Hinkerman and his two co directors, at which I was to attend to take notes and provide refreshments. Martin had made arrangements for me to attend a sales meeting with him on Tuesday. On Wednesday and Thursday, a couple of senior staff members had booked me, and on Friday and Saturday, apparently it was the sales conference. 

When Rose came in with coffee and refreshments, she stopped and chatted for a while. I had not seen much of her since the last board meeting. She said she was sorry that I was leaving and that she would miss me. We got on to chatting about things in general, and as usual, the conversation led around to sex and what we liked and disliked about it. 

Then for some reason, it came around to the subject of personal fantasies, and what we fantasized about. I told her about my ongoing fantasy about being interrogated, where I was stripped naked by my captors and had to endure their depravities during a long interrogation. She was looking a little thoughtful as she left. I did not realise it until later in the week that our little get together and chat had all been set up by Martin. 

I ordered a light lunch as my appointment with Mr. Hinkerman was timed for one p.m.. I had rung and spoken to him earlier about what he wanted me to wear for the meeting. I realised from the tone of his voice that he was smiling when he spoke. "I don't think we will bother with anything, Samantha," he said. "It is possibly the last time we will see you as your little arrangement with us finishes at the weekend, so I want to make the most of it." 

I finished my lunch and had taken a quick shower in preparation for my one o'clock appointment. I was standing naked in front of the large mirror putting the finishing touches to my hair and make up when there was a tap on the door and Mellor walked in. He smiled when he saw that I was naked. I thought for a second or two about grabbing something to cover myself, but I did not see the point. Although I spent so much time naked with guys looking at me, I still felt a little awkward and even slightly embarrassed when I was caught like this. 

"What can I do for you?" I said, turning to face him. 

He smiled. "With a body like that, anything you want to, but I know you have an appointment with Mr. Hinkerman, so we will have to leave that till maybe later. It's just that I have another appointment for you. Ken Buyers, our I.T. consultant, wants your company as an escort for a party he is going to on Thursday evening." I told him that I would add it to my diary. With another longing look at my body he left. 

Again, as I made my way down the corridor to Mr. Hinkerman's office, I still got that strange exciting feeling being naked. There still had been only one occasion when I had encountered anybody. I stopped at the door and got an instant response to my knock. I then pushed the door open and walked in. All three men were already there. They turned and looked at me, and I noted their approval. Mr. Hinkerman suggested that we get down to business straight away. I picked up my note pad and sat in a chair opposite the two co-directors. Although they did talk business, I realised that my being there and displayed naked as I was caused more than a little distraction. I had met one of the co-directors before at the board meeting, but the other one was a stranger to me. I noticed that throughout the meeting he hardly ever took his eyes off my body. Whenever I altered my position in the chair I would catch him watching me. 

Mr. Hinkerman must have observed this as well, and true to his usual form, he passed over a folded memo to me. I opened it up. It said in his neat handwriting, "Show him your pretty pussy." I looked across the desk at Mr. Hinkerman. He smiled at me. 

Not wanting to be too blatant about it, I took my time before I slowly parted my legs. The new guy must have thought all his birthdays had come at once as the delights of my pussy became clearly visible between my open legs. He, then, much to Hinkerman's amusement, began to sweat profusely and kept dabbing himself with a large white handkerchief. 

I think he was glad when Mr. Hinkerman called a halt to the proceedings and told me to serve the refreshments. When I had served everyone, Mr. Hinkerman called me over and told me to sit on his knee. He put his arm around me and gently ran his hand over my bottom. "You know, guys, Samantha leaves us this weekend," he said. "We shall all miss her. I think you will agree she has been one of the most attractive and willing girls we have ever had." 

He smiled at me. Then he began to gently caress one of my breasts, toying with the nipple that was already quite erect. "I am glad you could get in today, Alan," he said, looking across at the guy who had taken a lot of interest in me. "It would have been a pity for you to have missed your chance to meet her." 

The guy smiled at me and nodded. Hinkerman moved his hand from my breast and eased my legs apart. Then he began to run his finger along the moist cleft of my pussy lips. "If either of you would like to take this opportunity, I am sure Samantha will be pleased to indulge your every need." He slid his fingers inside me, opening me up, and began to tease my clit. I moaned slightly and writhed on his knee. I could feel the hardness of his erection under my legs. 

He eased me off his knee and indicated that I should move across to where Alan was sitting. I stood in front of Alan. He looked me up and down hungrily for a moment, then he roughly pulled me towards him, his mouth clamping on to one of my breasts while his hands began to explore the wetness of my pussy. 

"She gives excellent head," I heard Hinkerman call from across the desk. His slobbering mouth left my breast and he looked at me. 

"Oh, yes, please!" he said. 

With some effort, I managed to extract his already hard cock from his trousers, and much to his obvious pleasure, I went down on it. He was in such a state that almost before I had gotten him into my mouth, he came, shooting great globules of creamy cum into my mouth. I swallowed it happily and sucked his weakening cock clean. Then Jerry, the other co-director, wanted to fuck me, and I leaned obligingly over Hinkerman's desk while he stuck his cock into me from the rear. 

Hinkerman smiled at me as he reached over and pulled painfully on my extended nipples as my breasts hung like ripe, inviting fruit over his desk. Alan wanted his turn with my pussy when Jerry was done with me, but although he tried, and I did my best to help him, he could not get it hard enough to get it inside me. He was a spent weapon. 

After the two guys had left, Hinkerman took me himself. He perched me on the edge of his desk, spread my legs wide, and thrust his extremely large cock into my well prepared hole. He as always screwed me in the most satisfying position. He used my breasts as playthings, which had me pleading for more well before he had finished with me. 

Afterwards, he allowed me to use his shower room and sat watching me and chatting to me as I washed away the tell tale signs of our lust off my body. He thanked me for what I had done over the last few weeks, and said that he hoped that we would have the opportunity to meet again sometime. 

Back in my own office, I dressed and made my way down to the car park. I was ready for a rest and maybe an early night. I was going to need it if this were a sign of what was to come this week. 

It was Tuesday and today I was booked to provide my services for Martin. I liked Martin and we got on well together. I think in different circumstances we could have become good friends and maybe even lovers. He had asked me to wear sexy undies and a dress for our meeting, and I duly obliged. 

We sat and chatted until his phone rang; the person we were meeting had arrived. I was very surprised when the office door opened and a well-dressed woman in her early forties entered the office. She greeted Martin with a smile and looked me up and down with more than a little interest. 

During their meeting, I kept them supplied with drinks and snacks. Over the next hour, as I listened to their conversation, I thought Martin got an extremely good deal out of her. When they had finished their business, Martin told me to open a bottle of white wine. I uncorked a bottle and brought it in with two glasses. Martin poured it and passed it over to his visitor and they toasted the deal. 

Martin was taking a phone call and I was just clearing up some plates when she came over to me. "So you are Samantha?" she said. "I have been looking forward so much to meeting you." She looked me up and down. "You are very attractive and I bet you have a stunning body." She reached out and much to my surprise she cupped one of my breasts in her hand. I looked uncertainly across at Martin who was still on the phone. He shrugged and smiled. 

While still caressing my breast with one hand, she began to slowly open the buttons of my dress with the other. When she had unbuttoned it down as far as the waist, she parted the material and revealed my skimpy bra. "She's very nice," she said, turning to Martin as he put the phone down. 

"She sure is and she's so very obliging," he said. 

"Do you eat pussy, Samantha?" she suddenly asked. I looked at her and nodded my head slowly. "Good for you, girl," she said. "I need some urgent relief after dealing with that young man." She indicated Martin who just shrugged his shoulders and grinned. She hitched up her skirt to reveal black lacy-topped stockings held up by thin black suspenders trailing up across creamy white thighs. Above that, she wore a brief black lace thong barely concealing her pussy. "Get rid of that thing," she said, indicating the thong, as she pulled her skirt higher. "And then we can get down to business." 

I did as instructed and eased the thong over her hips and down her long stocking clad legs. She stepped out of it. She stood there blatantly displaying herself naked from the waist down. She seemed totally unconcerned that Martin was there watching. I saw she was clean-shaven and her pussy lips were slightly open, displaying the pink wet interior a little. 

She unceremoniously pushed Martin's papers out of the way and sat with legs spread wide apart on his desk, resting herself back on her arms. There was no question of what she wanted. I knelt down in front of the desk and went down on her. She tasted musky and sweet and pleasantly perfumed. 

I held her apart with my fingers as my tongue explored her depths; she cried out and thrust her hips towards me. I teased her clit, nipping it with my teeth, before sucking it into my mouth. I worked on her using my years of experience learnt mostly in my early days at a girl's boarding school. 

I felt her body respond to several smaller orgasms before she cried out with her body contorted as a major orgasm shook her body and she collapsed gasping onto the desk. Martin poured us both a glass of wine. She took it in a shaky hand and drank it down quickly. I slowly sipped on mine, watching her as she slowly recovered. 

At last she got to her feet and held her glass out to be filled again. She smiled at me. "You certainly know your job, young lady, and if you ever need a job, you just come along and see me." She dropped into a chair and took a mouthful of wine. "That was quite an experience," she said, "but I'm not leaving here until I have had a look at that body of yours and got my hands on it, so you can strip for me, young lady, and do it slowly." 

I loosened the belt on my dress and unfastened the rest of the buttons. I slipped the dress off and stood there in just my brief lacy bra and panties. She smiled as she took in my scantly clad body. "I bet the guys here love you," she said. I reached behind and unclasped my bra. I drew it off my shoulders exposing my breasts to her. I stood there for a moment letting her get a good look before I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties, and easing them over my hips, allowed then to drop around my feet. 

"You have got a great body, little lady. Get yourself over here and let me get my hands on it." I moved over to where she was sitting and stood in front of her. She reached out and grasped my breasts, pulling on my nipples, stretching them painfully. Then she ran her hand between my legs and fingered my pussy. She withdrew her fingers and I could see they were wet with my juices. She slid them into her mouth and sucked on them. 

"You sure are tasty, young lady," she said, smiling up at me. "I think I would like some more of that; get yourself down on the floor and spread those legs." I did as instructed, lying on my back on the carpeted floor in front of her. I spread my legs as she got down on her knees between them. 

She fingered my pussy before spreading my pussy lips and going down on me. Oh, God, was she good! Her exciting tongue snaked in and out of my juice filled hole, and flicked across the already hard bud of my clit. She sucked the loose folds of my tender inner pussy flesh into her mouth. I cried out as she nipped it gently between her teeth. It was at that precise moment that I came. I squealed and my body heaved, but she did not stop, even though I pleaded with her. Then she drove me on to yet another incredible orgasm. 

She stood up, wiping her mouth on her arm, and looked down at me lying there exhausted, and smiled. She turned to Martin. "I want to thank you for that," she said. "It was certainly worth giving you the extra discount." 

After she had left, Martin wanted his share of my body. As I leaned over his desk and he thrust into me urgently from the rear, I realised that I was going to be one well-fucked young lady before the week was out. 

My Wednesday appointment was scheduled for 8:30 a.m., an unearthly time for any girl to be at work. The note from Mellor said that I was to meet up with a Carl Goodman in the sales communication office. I have to admit that the place took some finding and I was a little late arriving. The sales office was a bright, airy room, in which were located about twenty or so workstations that were set out in a circle around a raised central area. As I walked in, an attractive receptionist whose nametag told me she was called Annie greeted me. 

I told Annie that I was looking for Carl Goodman and she directed me towards the central area. I walked down between the twenty or so workstations where the young guys in the stations were busy on the phones, most of them stopping work as I passed by, giving me admiring glances, some even giving a low wolf whistle before going back to inputting information into glowing computer screens. 

When I arrived at the central area, I found a tall good looking guy seated at a desk, surrounded by several screens. He informed me that he was Carl. He looked me up and down with an interested look on his face. He smiled. "I guess you are Samantha," he said. 

He pulled up a chair and invited me to sit down. "Has anyone explained why you are here?" he asked. I shook my head. "Well, what it is all about is a sales drive. Every so often we have one. We set figures for the day and give the guys a nice bonus or a prize for whoever contributes the largest amount of sales towards that total." 

I smiled to myself. He did not have to go any further as I could guess what was coming. "Today I am the prize?" I asked. 

He looked at me and smiled. "You have hit the nail on the head, girl." Then he went on to tell me the whole story. It turned out it was another one of Martin's bright ideas. I might have guessed. 

The idea was a target had been set for the day, £200,000 worth of business; the guy who contributed the most business to this total was to be the winner. His prize: an evening out with me, all expenses paid. 

"There's one other thing," he said, with a slight smile on his face. "Just to make things a little more interesting, Martin suggested that you should work here for the day as a gofer for the guys, fetching and carrying for them so that they can concentrate on their work. Also, just to make them work even harder, for every £50,000 worth of business they get, you will have to remove one article of clothing." 

I looked around, seeing several expectant faces looking over their screens at me. So here I was on my next assignment, having to strip in front of the 20 or so tele sales operators; then I had to spend the night with one of them. I smiled to myself; this could be quite an interesting scenario. 

Carl pointed out a large screen on the wall. "Keep an eye on that screen," he said. I looked up to where he pointed. In bright red figures the amount read £10,140, "When that figure reaches £50,500, you will have come over to the central area here and remove one item of clothing, OK?" 

I said, smiling at him, "You're the boss." 

I found the guys a friendly crowd. I made my way around them supplying them with drinks, and any other things that they required. I kept my eye on the large screen as the figure passed the £50,000 mark and I could hear the first buzz of excitement as the first milestone approached. 

A cheer went up around the room as the figure tripped over past the first £50,500. I made my way to the centre of the room. Carl took my hand and helped me up onto his desk so that I was visible to everyone. I slowly undid the buttons of my blouse and slipped it off. There were murmurs of approval as my breasts were revealed encased in a rather skimpy bra. I passed the discarded blouse down to Carl and stood there for a moment letting everyone get a good look before I stepped down and continued with my work. 

It was just after lunch when the halfway figure was reached, and I found myself on the desk removing my skirt. The guys were more attentive and more demanding now that I was down to my brief revealing undies. Even I was beginning to feel the excitement of being at the beck and call of these guys who all wanted to get a closer look at me. 

My bra went halfway through the afternoon, and now I could feel the urgency in the air as I made my way around the cubicles clad only in just my brief thong that I could feel was already becoming rather damp. It was just after 4 o'clock when I had to make that final climb up on to Carl's desk, slip out of my thong, and reveal every detail of my naked body to the wildly cheering crowd. Carl took the thong off me, and there was a cheer as he held it to his nose, a look off extreme pleasure on his face. I then had to work the last 45 minutes totally naked much to everyone's delight. 

At the close of business, the target was well passed with a finishing total of £220,545, much to everyone's delight. When the final figures had been totaled up and the winner announced, there was a loud whoop, and a guy came running forward. He was a good-looking guy called Darren; he grabbed me in his arms, crushing my naked body to him. He let go of me long enough to collect his prize from Martin who had joined us for the presentation. I noticed Martin saying something to him and they both grinned. I found out later that Martin had told him what a good night he was in for. 




The Office Slut Ch. 07



My clothes seemed to have disappeared, so we had to make our way back to my office with me still naked. Darren loved the attention we got, and there were more than one or two amused stares as we made our way through the corridors. But after a month of walking around the office in this state, I was now becoming quite used to it. 

Once in the privacy of my office, Darren could not keep his hands off me. He grabbed me from behind as soon as the door closed, grasping a breast in each hand and squeezing it rather painfully. I was on a high as usual after spending much of the day exposing myself to all those guys, and I was in need of some urgent relief. I pressed my body against him, feeling to my pleasure a rather large interesting bulge pressing against my bottom. 

After getting his fill of my breasts, he turned me around and eased me up onto my desk. He parted my legs and ran an inquiring finger along the damp cleft of my pussy lips. Then he fumbled with his zip before releasing nine inches of rock hard throbbing flesh. He took it in his hand, running the head teasingly against my pussy lips, his pre-cum adding to the already wet state of the entrance to my love tunnel. 

As soon as I felt him part my lips, I thrust myself against him, impaling my body on his cock. By now I was in urgent need and my first orgasm came quickly; then I settled down to accepting his athletic and long staying performance. I was a little concerned that we might be disturbed by someone wondering what the screams were emanating from my lips, but we were left alone, and by the time Darren had had his fill of me, we were both well and truly satisfied. 

After a long and luxurious shower, I thanked him in the way I had found that most guys liked, by going down on my knees and giving him one of my special blow-jobs while the warm water washed over our bodies. After that, we dressed, Darren selecting for me an interesting and very revealing outfit from my extensive wardrobe. Dinner followed at a very expensive restaurant, and we finished the night making the most of each other's bodies in a suite at one of the town best hotels.



The Office Slut Ch. 08



My Wednesday and Thursday daytime appointments were much of the same, a couple of the senior management wanting to get their share of my body before I left at the weekend. Ken Buyers, who had booked me for an evening appointment, had left me a message to contact him when I returned to my office. I showered and cleaned myself up and slipped into a wrap before calling him. He wanted to make arrangements with me for the evening. He said that he would come over to my office for me around 5:30. I asked him what I should wear. He was silent for a moment. "I hear you have an interesting wardrobe," he said, "I think I would like to pick something out myself when I come over if that's OK with you?" I told him it would not be a problem.

At 5:30 precisely, there was a knock on my door. I opened it to allow a good-looking guy of about 40 or so to enter. "Ken Buyers," he said, smiling and holding out his hand to me. He shook mine with a firm tight grip. "It's nice to meet up with you at last. I have heard so much about you, but up to now, due to my busy schedule, I have never managed to arrange anything with you. Now that I have met you, I can now see why the rest of the management team thinks so highly of you."

I thanked him, smiling. I noticed the way he was looking at me. Looking down, I realised that my wrap was open slightly, displaying the swell of my breasts, showing him that I was probably wearing very little under it. 

I smiled across at him. "Didn't see any point in dressing," I said as an explanation, "As I knew you wanted to pick out my outfit for this evening." 

He went on to explain to me that we were meeting up with a couple of Japanese clients who were over here to discuss terms for a new computer installation. He had booked a table at a rather nice up-market restaurant called Goodfellow's. He said that afterwards, we would be going back with the clients to one of Hinkerman's VIP apartments where they were staying. I smiled, understanding what he meant.

"Do you want to look through my clothes?" I asked him. 

He grinned. "Don't often get an offer like that," he said. I smiled at his witty remark; I was quite getting to like him.

I showed him my selection of clothes, and between us, after some discussion, we made a choice. The dress he picked was long and clingy with a deep vee neck. It also fastened down the front with small buttons, which allowed the wearer to let the skirt open up as high as she wished. On my suggestion, he picked out some dark hold up stockings and took his time in selecting the briefest pair of panties he could find. 

I took the clothes back into my office and he sat down with a drink while I slipped into my outfit. He watched with interest as I slipped out of my wrap, seemingly unconcerned about my nakedness. As I revealed my attractive body to him, he did not realise that even though I had done it so many times, I still got a kick out of displaying myself.

Standing naked, I raised one leg on to a chair and began to carefully ease up my stockings. As I lifted each of my legs in turn, I knew I would be giving him an unrestricted view of my shaven pussy, and I was not at all surprised to see an interesting mound beginning to appear in his rather tight trousers. 

With my stockings, on I stood up and picked up the brief panties. I held them in my hand. "Is there something you would like me to get rid of before I put these on?" I asked with a smile, looking in the direction of his lap. 

He looked down, seemingly a little embarrassed, and then he nodded slowly. "I think that might be a very good idea, young lady. I don't think I would have been able to sit through a meal with you, knowing what you have on offer." 

I walked over to where he was sitting. I knelt down in front of him and pushed his legs apart. As I began to unfasten his trousers, he reached out and began to toy with my breasts, pulling gently on my already stiff nipples. "Your breasts are wonderful," he said, a little breathlessly. 

With some difficulty, I eased out his large erect cock. It was already a good nine inches of hot rigid flesh. To my pleasure, I was unable to close my fingers completely around it. I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the end; he gasped, then he groaned as I allowed him to slide it into my waiting mouth. 

It did not take a lot of effort from me, as he was more than ready. He quickly came, with a small cry, pumping his hot, sticky cum down my waiting throat. As usual, I swallowed it all gratefully and then licked every last trace of his gradually shrinking tool. He lay back in his chair, a satisfied grin on his face. "If that's a sample of things to come," he said, "I think my clients are going to be in for a very satisfactory evening." 

I went to the wash room and washed my hands and touched up my make up. When I returned, he excused himself and cleaned himself up while I slipped into my clothes. 

When he returned, he looked me up and down. He said he certainly liked the outfit. We decided to button the skirt just enough to allow anyone looking just a glimpse of the tops of my lacy stockings. As it was impossible to wear a bra with the dress, he asked me to open the top of the dress almost down to my waist, displaying a deep cleavage and an interesting display of the swell of my breasts. 

The two Japanese guys were waiting in the foyer when we drove up to the front of the company apartments in the limo. They seemed genuinely pleased to meet me, and I saw them both looking with interest at my rather revealing outfit. 

At the restaurant, we were escorted to one of the more secluded booths, and as I slid into my seat between the two Japanese guys, I could not prevent my skirt hitching up and displaying my long legs and even a quick flash of naked thigh, much to their obvious delight. 

A large unopened bottle of champagne was waiting in a silver ice bucket; the waiter popped the cork and poured out four large glasses. 

The Japanese guys were very attentive and both spoke excellent English. They were obviously interested when Ken explained to them my role as a corporate entertainer for the company. They smiled at each other and nodded knowingly when Ken then told them that I was at their disposal for the night. I would be willing to do whatever they required of me. Just to emphasize this point, Ken leaned over and eased the top of my dress open allowing one erect pink nipple to pop out. 

A beaming smile spread across their oriental faces as I sat there openly displayed. Just to add to their obvious enjoyment, I smiled as I slipped one of my fingers into my mouth and then ran it around my extended nipple.

As Ken had not instructed me to cover myself, I was still on display when the waiter arrived with our first course. He tried not to make it too obvious to me that he was looking, but I could feel his eyes on me. After the waiter had left, Ken did allow me to slip my exposed nipple back under cover as we began to eat the delicious meal. 

After we had finished the first course, I suddenly became aware of a hand on my leg. I looked at the guy sitting next to me and smiled. He took this as an invitation and began to slide his hand higher until it was resting on my bare flesh above the top of my stockings. I realised at once where he intended going, and when he felt me part my legs slightly, he realised that there were no barriers. I felt the usual thrill of excitement as I felt him touch my pussy for the first time through the thin silk of my brief panties. 

I could not help myself expressing a low moan as he then eased the thin strip of silk aside and ran his finger along my damp cleft. His partner must have realised at once that there were delights available beneath the crisp white tablecloth, and I felt a second hand sliding up my other leg. Soon, much to my pleasure, both of them were exploring the warm wetness of my pussy. More of the buttons of my skirt had now been unfastened and was open almost up to my waist. 

At the other side of the table, Ken smiled at me. He was being left out at the moment, but I knew that his chance would probably come later. Although my panties were quite brief, the two guys were having problems with them getting in the way of their exploring fingers. In the end, they decided to remove them completely. I assisted them by raising myself from my seat slightly and allowing them to ease them down my legs. 

Now with nothing to interfere with their pleasure, they spread my legs wide and intimately explored the delights of my love passage. I was becoming so turned on by their intimate caresses that I was relieved to see the waiter arriving with our main meal before I made a complete fool of myself. 

The rest of the meal went off well with me being the entertainment between courses. Ken seemed pleased that his clients were enjoying themselves so much, but I think he would have liked to be in on the action himself. 

After Ken had settled the bill, we prepared to leave. At this point, our waiter, the two clients, and I think maybe a couple of other diners sitting at a table opposite got a treat. As I slid out from behind the table with my skirt now open up to the waist and my panties missing, I could not help but display to them all the sight of my exposed pussy. 

The two Japanese guys enjoyed the little display; the customers at the table opposite could not believe what they were seeing. Our waiter looked on politely, but still got himself a good eyeful of my exposed charms from close at hand. 

On the way back to the company apartment in the limo, the guys could not keep their hands off me as I sat between them. Ken sat opposite, watching as they eased my dress aside to reveal my ample breasts, which they then played with like two excited kids with new toys. 

When we reached the apartment, they allowed me to ease myself back into my dress before walking through reception, although my skirt was still open to the waist and my pussy quite visible to anyone who happened to be looking in my direction. Once inside the apartment, they did not waste any time getting me out of my dress. Then they both quickly stripped, revealing strong, well tanned bodies. Although they were relatively short in stature, this did not affect the size of their cocks which, while still only semi hard, were both a good eight inches in length and the thickness of my wrist. 

As they worked on bringing their cocks to full hardness, they instructed me to bend over. I supported myself on a chair, leaving my rear an open invitation, which one of them quickly took advantage of, thrusting quickly into my waiting hole. The other one came around the front and rubbed the head of his now hard cock across my lips. I knew what was required of me and willingly opened my mouth to receive him. 

Ken was sitting comfortably on a sofa watching the interesting sight of my being impaled from both ends at once. They were both very experienced in the art of lovemaking, and I gave them a good run for their money, holding myself back until I knew that they could hold back no longer. With a gasp and a cry of pleasure, they both came within moments of each other, filling me to overflowing at both ends. I swallowed as much as I could, while the rest ran in sticky streams down my body and legs. 

Amazingly, after a short break, they changed ends and Ken had to sit through a second performance before he was allowed his turn. While the two guys left the room to freshen up, I managed to quickly wipe down my body. Ken beckoned me over to where he was seated, his trousers were already open and he was holding his erect prick in his hands. He leaned back on the sofa allowing me to straddle his legs and lower myself on to the large fleshy pole he was holding. 

I tried unsuccessfully to smother a scream as a good ten inches of his erect cock slid with ease all the way into to my by now well lubricated hole. Clutching on to his legs, I began, much to his obvious pleasure, to raise and lower my body, squeezing his prick as I did so. His hands clutched onto my breasts, his fingers digging painfully into the firm, fleshy globes. As I had already been successfully fucked twice already, I was in no hurry to finish, and he was gasping with pleasure as I rode him until with a cry, he erupted deep inside me. 

As we clung together, and our lust subsided, I felt the wonderful sensation of his prick, having completed its work, beginning to shrink inside me. At last, and a little unsteadily, I managed to ease myself off him. I made my way to the bathroom, and after stripping off my by now tattered stockings, took a long hot shower to revive my aching body which I knew would be put to further use during the next few hours. 

Ken left us a little while after that, and I spent the night as the meat in a sandwich in a king-sized bed. The two Japanese guys were insatiable; they both took me again twice before we finally all fell into a deep sleep. I was rudely awakened in the morning as a hard prick again slid into my by now very tender pussy. 

Again they both took their pleasure of me before being interrupted by the doorbell; it was the waiter with our breakfast. After the amount of effort and energy I had expended over the last eight hours, I quickly devoured the large breakfast with obvious pleasure. Afterwards, I showered my abused body and slipped back into my dress, the only item of clothing I had left to wear, and just in time for the company limo to arrive and take us all back to Hinkerman's. 

When we arrived, Ken was waiting for us and all three of them thanked me for the pleasure of my company. I must have looked a bit of a sight as I made my way back to my own office. It was ten in the morning and I was still wearing a rather revealing evening dress. 



The Office Slut Ch. 09



When I got in my office, there was a note on my desk from Martin to call him. He wanted to know how I was intending to get to the sales conference. To be honest, I had been so busy all week that I had quite forgotten that I needed to make some travel arrangements. Luckily for me, Martin had been on the ball and said that he would have room in his car, but that meant I had to be ready to be off in a couple of hours. 

It was a good job that I had everything I needed in my office. I quickly packed a weekend case. I was not sure what I would need; Martin had not said anything, so I put in a selection of sexy underwear and four dresses for evenings, as well as a couple of outfits for the daytime. 

I was feeling more than a little shattered after my night with the Japanese. During the journey, I tried to keep my eyes open and chat to Martin, but it was comfortable in the car, tiredness got the better of me, and I fell asleep. 

I don't know how long I had slept, but the feeling of a hand lightly stroking my leg roused me. I was still a little drowsy from sleep, but I realised that Martin must have been feeling bored, with me sleeping beside him instead of providing him with some company on the long journey. He was now looking for some in car entertainment. 

I kept my eyes closed, not letting on to him that I was awake. I just lay back and enjoyed the sensation as his hand slowly brushed my short skirt up exposing my thigh. I could now feel my skirt being pulled up even higher, and I realised that my pussy, covered only by a thin band of silk, must now be visible. 

I could not help expressing a groan as I felt his fingers rubbing along the cleft of my lightly covered pussy. Then he eased the thin fabric aside and I groaned again as I felt his exploring fingers enter me. He quickly found my clit and began to rub it, rotating it expertly with one finger. Under this sort of stimulation, there was no way that I could still pretend that I was asleep. I thrust my hips forward, pressing myself hard against his searching hand. 

I opened my eyes and looked over at him. He turned and smiled at me, his fingers still working on me. "Sorry I woke you up," he said, "but I was in need of a little stimulation and could not resist the temptation." 

I smiled. "It's no problem, Martin," I said. "It was a rather nice way to be woken up." 

I unfastened my seat belt eased my self up off the seat and slid down my panties. Then I lay back in my seat with my legs spread wide and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of being expertly finger fucked while zooming down the motorway at a hundred miles an hour. 

After he had brought me to a most satisfying climax, I returned the compliment. He slid his seat back; I leaned across and extracted his already hard cock from his pants, and went down on him. My lips circled his throbbing member. As I drew him into my mouth, I felt him filling me and pushing against the back of my throat. I nipped him gently with my teeth as my head began to bob in his lap. I don't really know just how dangerous this was, but I do recall hearing the screech of breaks and loud honking of horns as he dumped large quantities of hot sticky cum down my throat. Afterwards, we did have to pull into a service station to clean up before we finally arrived at our destination. 

The location for the sales weekend was a small luxury hotel in the country, complete with its own golf course. Hinkerman's had taken the place over completely for the whole weekend, something apparently they did every year. Martin was greeted warmly by the Manager, and after signing in, we were shown up to our rooms. Martin's and mine were next door to each other, and when I was shown into mine, I was not at all surprised to discover that there was a connecting door. 

My room was comfortable with lovely views over the garden. A dozen red roses and a bottle of champagne residing in a silver ice bucket greeted me. There was a note in the roses thanking me for everything I had done over the last few weeks; it was from the directors and all the management staff at Hinkerman's 

I had just finished my unpacking when there was a light knock on the connecting door; it opened and Martin came in. I thanked him for the gifts and together we opened the champagne. We sat in the window seat overlooking the garden, and as we drank, Martin explained to me about the weekend. He told me that tonight everyone would meet up for a bit of a get together in the bar followed by dinner. Tomorrow, after an early breakfast, the rest of the day would be taken up by the sales conference. As my services would not be required, I could spend the day doing my own thing. He told me that Rose would be joining us so I would not be on my own. I was pleased to hear this because I got had gotten on well with Rose since our last little get together at the board meeting. 

Martin went on to tell me that later in the day, some of the senior directors would be arriving to join us for the evening meal and the entertainment. To complete the weekend, a golf tournament had been arranged for Sunday. 

He refilled our glasses and went on to explain what my role was to be this evening. He wanted me to be his escort for the evening. He wanted me to create the impression that I was solely his property. I nodded. "I don't think I will have any problems with that," I said with a smile. 

"I need you to look ravishingly sexy," he went on, "so that every man in the room wants to get into your pants." 

I looked at him with a slight grin. "I hope that's not what is going to happen." He looked puzzled. "Every man in the room gets into my pants," I said. 

He laughed. "No chance," he said, grinning. "I don't believe even you could take on all of them. Let's have a look at what you have brought to wear and I will pick something suitable out," he said. I went over to the wardrobe and took out the four dresses that I had brought and laid them on the bed. 

He selected two for me to try on. I slipped out of my dress and shrugged into on of the dresses he had chosen. It was a short white cocktail dress with a tight skirt and a lace bodice. Then I tried on the other one. It was a black body hugging one with a long skirt that was split up one side almost to the waist. He looked thoughtfully at me standing in front of him in the black dress. "I like that one," he said thoughtfully, "although I think it would look a lot better without the undies." I smiled to myself as I pulled the dress up over my head and dropped it on the bed. Then slowly I removed my bra and panties. Martin looked longingly at my naked body. "That's how you should go to the party," he said with a grin. 

"Then everyone would be in my pants," I said with a smile. "That is, of course, if I had any on in the first place." 

We finally settled on the black dress, but he asked me to leave off my undies. Martin had suggested I wear a pair of my black hold-ups with broad lacy tops. They complemented the outfit well and also showed nicely through the long split in the skirt. The other part of me that was displayed in the dress was my breasts and especially the dark shape of my nipples. The dress had an almost see through top half, through which the swell of my breasts and the shapes of my nipples were almost visible. 

By this time, both of us had become so turned on by my little display that I made no objection when Martin, after helping me out of my dress, led me over to the king sized bed. I climbed up on the bed and lay there watching him as he quickly stripped out of his clothes. I parted my legs, an open invitation to him, as he joined me. I was as usual extremely wet and he slid into me easily. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him close, feeling the wonderful thrill as he filled me completely. We lay there for a few minutes reveling in the sensation. 

"I'm going to miss you, Samantha," he said. Then he began to slowly pump into me. 

I clung to him. "I don't know if I am going to miss you," I said, "but I'm certainly going to miss this." He laughed. 

After Martin had returned to his room, I took a long shower and started to get ready for the evening ahead. I was in my wrap sitting at my dressing table when there was a knock on the door. I went over and opened it to find Rose standing there. She came into the room and we greeted each other warmly. She was already dressed for the evening in a figure hugging strapless red dress. "Just thought you might need some company before going into the lions den," she said with a grin. 

I looked at her. "They aren't as bad as that, are they?" I asked. 

She smiled. "Well, you know what guys are like when they have been let free for the weekend." 

We chatted as I finished applying my make up; then I stood up and slipped out of my wrap, and picked up my dress from the bed. She looked at me as I stood there holding my dress wearing only my stockings. 

"Well, that outfit should give them something to think about," she said as the dress slid down my naked body. 

I fastened the dress and turned to face her. "What do you think?" I asked. 

"It's very nice, but it does not leave a lot to the imagination," she said with a grin. 

We made our way down to the bar, and yes, the dress did make a few people stare. Martin greeted us and handed us both a drink. He introduced me to several of the sales team who were standing chatting with him. I could not help but notice that they were more interested in what I was displaying than in my face. I began to feel the usual excitement I got when displaying my body and I could already feel a hint of dampness in my pussy. 

The meal went off well, and I think I played my part well as Martin's escort. One or two of the guys did talk to me, but it went no further than a casual conversation. They seemed to accept the fact that I was Martin's girl. 

Rose was in the company of one of the managers who was helping Martin organize the weekend, and they disappeared upstairs quite early. Martin and I stayed nearly to the end before we left, leaving just a few hardened drinkers to finish off the night. 

Back in my room, Martin said he thought the evening had been a success, and he thanked me for my part in it. I was feeling rather horny after being ogled all evening and did not object when Martin suggested that we spend the night together. 

This was the first time we had had sex in a bed together, and it was a wonderful experience. After the many times we had fucked, it was nice to do it at last in the comfort of a bed instead of over a desk or on the office floor. 

Martin was a good lover and I knew by now what he liked and how he liked it. By the time we had had our fill of each other's bodies, we both fell into a deep sleep. Martin disturbed me arising early in the morning. I smiled at him as I pulled the covers over me. "I need an early start," he explained. "You have a lay in. I think you might find you need it," he said with a grin. As he left the room, he said he would arrange for some breakfast to be sent up. 

It was a nice luxury having breakfast in bed. Rose rang me and suggested a shopping trip into the town. I liked the idea and we had a good day together, especially as Martin had supplied Rose with a company credit card. 

On the way back to the hotel, Rose told me that tonight we would be putting on some entertainment for the guys, but she would not explain to me what it would entail. I imagined it might be something along the lines of the lesbian act that we had put on at the board meeting a few weeks ago. 

She told me to dress for dinner, but to sort out some sexy underwear and one of my normal day outfits for later. I was ready to go down when she came to collect me. I had decided on the white cocktail dress that Martin had selected. Rose looked through the other items I had sorted. She nodded as she looked through them. "They look fine," she said as she picked them up. On the way down stairs, she dropped the extra outfit off in an empty room just next to the main dining room. 

The dinner was special tonight; four of the directors, including Mr. Hinkerman, had arrived. After the meal, they would be handing out awards to members of the sales team for their achievements during the last year. 

The meal was extra special and the wine flowed like water. By the time they got around to the speeches and the presentations, everyone was in a good mood. Rose beckoned to me before the presentations got underway, and we got up and left the room together. 

She took me to the room where she had left my change of clothes. She told me to change into them. Then once I had done that, I was to sit and wait for further instructions. In the room, I found an ice bucket containing a bottle of champagne. There was a note with it from Martin telling me to enjoy myself. 

I poured myself a glass before removing my white dress and slipping into the change of underwear that I had selected earlier. After dressing in the skirt and blouse, I filled up my glass, and with some trepidation, and even a little excitement, waited to be called. 

I was on my second glass before there was a loud knock on the door and it was opened to reveal two men dressed in what looked like army combat uniforms. They had shiny black boots and caps with the peaks pulled low over their eyes. They came into the room, and without speaking to me, one of them took a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket and fastened my hands behind my back. Then the other one took out a blindfold and tied it around my eyes. Then they took hold of my arms, one on each side of me, and led me out of the room. 

I felt myself being lead in the direction of the main dining room, and I heard the soft murmur of voices. I was walked into the room and told to stop. Their hands were still on my arms, gripping them. Suddenly, there were whistles and shouts as someone else entered the room. I could hear the sounds of footsteps on the wooden floor. 

Then I heard Rose's voice quite close to me. "So this is the traitorous bitch who won't tell us who she is working for." I could not at first understand what was going on. Rose spoke again. "Well, you have brought her to the right person. I have my ways of making people like her talk." 

It was then it dawned on me: this was my fantasy, the fantasy about being interrogated, the one I had related to her only a few days before. I felt myself shivering now with excitement; was I at last going to live out my wildest fantasy, here in front of the directors and the sales staff? I felt my nipples begin to harden and a warm moist feeling begin in that most intimate place between my thighs. 

"She is a real beauty, this one," I heard Rose's menacing voice say; then I felt something hard like a stick, rubbing across my breasts and down over my stomach. "But don't worry; she will reveal everything for us before I have finished with her." I heard whoops and whistles from the audience as they clicked on to the double meaning of what she had just said. 

"Unfasten her handcuffs," I heard her say to one of the guards who were still holding on to my arms. One of my arms was loosened and the handcuffs were removed. I felt or rather sensed Rose standing very close to me. "Who are you working for?" she asked. I said nothing. "Tell us who you are working for or you will be sorry, young lady?" I still said nothing; I wanted to be sorry. 

"Strip the bitch," she ordered. "Let's see how she likes that." I felt a hand grip the collar of my blouse. The materiel held for a moment and then it ripped. Other hands tore at the thin materiel. I felt the now tattered blouse being ripped from me. 

I heard comments from the audience as my breasts clad only in my brief sexy bra were displayed to them. Suddenly, I was nearly pulled off my feet as my skirt was ripped away. Again, I could hear whistles and shouts, and I was now displayed to them in my revealing bra and panties. 

"Are you willing to talk yet?" I heard Rose's voice asking me, "or do I let my men continue?" I stood there saying nothing. The sensation of being forcibly stripped in public was everything I imagined it would be. It was a far greater sensation then I had felt when I had been stripped so publicly at the charity auction a few weeks ago. The fact that I was blindfolded seemed to heighten the sensation. Of course, I knew the people who were watching my display, but not being able to see them also heightened the sensation. Also, the fact that I was being so forcibly stripped excited me. 

I felt hands squeezing my breasts now revealed in my skimpy bra. They were rubbing over my nipples that were already becoming erect. I was not sure if it were Rose or the hands of the guards who were taking liberties with me. Again, I heard murmurs of approval from around me. 

Then I felt something cold and hard slide under my bra and up between my breasts. Suddenly, as my bra snapped, I realised it had been a knife. I felt the cups of my bra fall away to reveal my breasts to the loud cheers and clapping of the watchers. 

I groaned and almost cried out as my hard, erect nipples were gripped between someone's fingers and twisted painfully, by whom I did not know. I realised I was now standing there in nothing but my brief panties, stockings, and heels. I must have looked an erotic sight. There were suddenly chants of "Yes, yes ,yes." The chanting crowd now wanted to see everything, and I knew they were not going to be disappointed. 

Due to the blindfold, I was not too sure what was happening at that moment. There was suddenly a cheer from the audience and my body jerked. If I had not been held by the guards, I would probably have fallen over as the last shred of clothing was forcibly ripped from my body. Now I knew I was standing there naked revealing everything to the wildly chanting crowd. 

"Are you willing to talk now that you are shamefully displayed to everyone?" I heard Rose's voice in my ear. I was not sure what would happen to me if I agreed to talk but I did realise that the more I objected, the more interesting it might become. So I defiantly shook my head. 

Again I heard Rose's voice, now addressing the audience. "Our attractive captive is still not willing to talk," she said. "I would like a volunteer from the audience to come up and help me convince her." I heard shouts of several members of the audience eagerly offering their services. There were cheers and I felt the presence of someone else on the small stage. I heard Rose ask his name. He told her he was Ross, and he worked for the Hinkerman's sales force. 

I suddenly felt someone close to me. Rose spoke. "Rather attractive little thing, isn't she?" 

I heard another voice; it must have been Ross. "Very attractive, beautiful tits," he said. I felt hands on my breasts, kneading them and rubbing the hard nipples. I groaned. 

"What about this pussy?" I heard Rose ask. I flinched as a finger was run down between the moist lips of my pussy. "She's already getting wet," Rose said. "Feel for yourself." I felt other fingers rubbing over my pussy. This time the lips were eased apart and they slid their way into the wet interior. This time I could not help myself crying out, much to the obvious amusement of the audience. 

"Do you think being publicly fucked would bring her to her senses?" I heard Rose asking. I gasped! I could not believe that they would go this far. Being forcibly stripped had been an experience that I fantasized about for many years. It had been just as exciting and arousing as I had always thought it would be. But now it seemed that I was going to be fucked in front of everyone. Of course, I was not inexperienced at having intercourse while being watched by others, but never so publicly in front of so many members of Hinkerman's staff. God, this was going to be mind blowing. 

The audience had, I noticed, suddenly gone quite. Probably even they could not believe what was happening in front of them. Here was the very attractive partner (or so they thought) of Martin Hinkerman, who had seemingly been forcibly stripped naked, and now apparently was going to be fucked by one of their own colleagues. 




The Office Slut Ch. 09



I heard a consultation going on between Rose and Ross. I couldn't catch what was being said, but I heard the scraping of furniture. I was let go by my two keepers who turned me around. I was pushed backwards, and I felt something hard against the top of my thighs. Then I was then lifted and laid on my back on something that felt like a small table on which a blanket had been placed. My legs were hanging over one end while my head was hanging over the other. I could still feel the hands of my captors holding me by the shoulders keeping me down on the table 

Again, I could hear murmurs from the audience. I wished I could see what was going on, but I knew my failure to see was of course heightening the feelings for me. Then I felt my legs being lifted and spread apart. Something hard and bulbous was rubbed against the by now extremely wet opening to my pussy. I knew it was a hard cock, and by now I wanted to feel it inside me. I needed to feel it inside me. 

My legs were lifted higher and I felt them being placed on the shoulder of my aggressor. I tensed my body as I felt the pressure of his hard cock penetrating me. My juices were now flowing copiously, and he slid in easily with a little help from me. He gripped onto my thighs and began a slow rhythmic movement, thrusting his hard length into my more than willing body. I pushed against him and I could hear the audience urging him on. 

I could not restrain from crying out as multiple orgasms wracked my body, but still he continued. Hands squeezed and caressed my breasts; who they belonged to I did not know, and by this time, did not care as long as they continued to give me pleasure. Then my head was gripped and I felt a not unfamiliar sensation, the not unpleasant salty taste of a cock rubbing against my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted it as it slid into my mouth. I began sucking on it hungrily. 

The sensations I was now feeling were beyond belief, with a pair of hard cocks working in either end of my body, and my breasts and nipples being caressed at the same time. My throat was becoming horse with my screams of pleasure. It seemed to go on for so long that I was beginning to wonder if I could continue for much longer without passing out. Then I felt the cock in my mouth begin to jerk, and my mouth and throat were filled with the warm sticky fluid that over the last few weeks I had come to enjoy so much. I swallowed it hungrily. 

Almost simultaneously, the other cock swelled within me, and I felt the wonderful sensation of my womb being filled with my aggressors love juice. In my haze, I could hear the audience going wild as the now softening tools were withdrawn, and I collapsed back onto the table where I lay, gasping for breath. 

Among the cries and shouting, I heard Rose's voice in my ear. "Are you alright, Samantha?" she asked. I groaned and managed to nod. I felt hands pulling at my blindfold and I blinked as my eyes were exposed to the lights. Willing hands eased me to a sitting position on the table and I looked around me at the cheering audience. Rose stood at my side in a black leather outfit looking exceedingly menacing. She certainly had looked the part as my tormentor. 

A good-looking guy who I presumed was Ross was gathering his clothes together. He smiled at me. I managed to nod at him. Rose handed me a drink which I quickly drank. She took my hand and helped me from the table. I felt a little unsteady on my feet as she led me to the front of the stage. I must have looked a bit of a mess as I stood there: my hair limp and untidy, my body covered in perspiration, and love juice running down my thighs and stockings. 

She lifted my arms in the air and called out, "Let's hear it for Samantha. She's been a real sport."

There were screams, shouts, and whistles. It seemed that everyone had certainly enjoyed themselves. I smiled to myself and wondered if they had all enjoyed it half as much as I had. 

As I stood in the shower back in my room, I realised the show had been my final engagement as the office slut. I wondered what Monday morning would bring. Could I return to the mundane life in the typing pool? I didn't think so. 

I stepped out of the shower and began to dry myself. There was a light knock on the connecting door. I smiled to myself. Well, maybe I had one more little job to do. I draped the towel loosely around my body and opened the door. A smiling Martin stood there, a bottle of champagne and two glasses in his hand. "A little leaving present," he said with a smile. He walked in, placed the glasses on the table, and began to open the bottle.

The cork popped and shot across the room, and Martin poured the golden liquid into the glasses. He passed me one.

"To the best entertainment coordinator Hinkerman's ever had," he said. I lifted my glass to his and this action allowed the towel to drop from my body. Martin looked at me and grinned. "Well, maybe once more for old time's sake." 

I smiled and nodded. "Why not?" I said, leading him towards the large bed.

*

This is the close of Samantha's adventures while she was employed by Hinkerman's but I am sure she will turn up again soon, I hope you have all enjoyed her story so far. And I thank your for all your comments, votes and e-mails.

Laura Grant.