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Nicole's Sexy Adventures

By: Linda_Laine



It was Monday morning and I knew I blew it. My presentation for the new marketing campaign was not good enough and I knew my boss wouldn't like it. What's worse, I knew there was nothing to be done now, as our clients were already in the meeting room and the meeting was about to begin. This was too much for me to handle. I was only twenty-one and had only been working with GameTech for six months, my reluctance to say no had resulted in me being given tasks that only mangers should do.

Our clients were big-shot business men from Japan. There were five of them, and I knew that the big bossy one wasn't happy that I had been assigned to lead the project. I could hear the translator mumble to my boss something about me being too young and a woman to boot... Today was my chance to prove myself and I knew I had failed.

I was nervous throughout the presentation and when it was over, I looked up hesitantly first at my boss, then at the client. The Japanese boss guy said something to the translator. He was asking for me to go outside while he had a word with my boss. My boss and four other guys from our company were in the meeting room. I was the only one asked to go outside. My boss nodded to me, saying I should do as asked. So I left and waited outside the room.

Ten minutes later my boss stepped outside. 'Nicole, you know you really fucked up in there,' he said, 'but you have a chance to save the deal. It's a very important deal for our company, and now's your chance to show us how much you're willing to give.'

'I'll do anything to save the deal, you know that,' I said, eager to please and do anything I can to make up for the lousy presentation.

'Do you know what Bukkake is?' my boss asked. 'It's what you'll have to go through to please our client.'

'No, never heard of that,' I replied with a puzzled look.

'It's a form of a group erotic act,' said my boss. 'Don't worry, you won't have to have actual sex with any of the men in there,' he added as he saw my concern. 'But you will have to be totally naked and guys will be naked next to you, masturbating, ummm, around you.'

I was shocked and he could see it on my face. 

'Don't worry,' he added hastily. 'You will only have to do this thing for the company once, and no one will ever know - I promise.' He then added, 'It's either that, or you'll be losing your job here. Client insists. He wants to see full commitment on your part.'

A few minutes later I was back in the meeting room. Tables had been moved aside and I was told to get to the middle of the room and get my clothes off. I couldn't believe I was going to get totally naked in front of five men I work with, as well as five other men I hardly know. But I was going to show my commitment. So off came my blouse and tight-fitting skirt, then stockings, bra and thong. I was stark naked and closed my eyes, feeling the men all around me looking at me hungrily.

The Japanese boss said something and the translator told me I needed to get on my knees and put my hands behind my back. I did as I was told. Then the big boss came over to me. He put his hand under my chin and pulled my face up. Had a long look into my eyes, and then smiled. I think he was satisfied with what he saw in there. He nodded to his fellow businessmen and, as they all approached me, all five of them began to unzip their trousers. One by one they pulled out semi-erect cocks and began to masturbate all around me. The Japanese boss waved a hand at my boss and co-workers. It didn't take them long to join in and I was soon encircled by ten men who were standing around me and jerking off, viewing my completely exposed body. It was very strange and also very erotic in a way.

I usually wasn't shy and often opted to wear tight fitting clothes so tease my male co-workers. I'm no supermodel but they seemed to appreciate it. If I had to choose one word to describe me it would be "cutesy". I'm a cutesy brunette with dark brown eyes, an ample chest that often rewarded me with longing looks and an arse that looked fantastic in jeans and right now it was all on show. 

My dark nipples stood erect and it then occurred to me that the room was significantly colder than it had been before, most probably for that exact purpose. With that thought in mind, I instinctively pushed out my chest and I saw the eyes of one of my co-workers predictably fall to my tits, his tiny eyes alive with excitement.

I wasn't quite sure what I had to do. Did I have to try and make myself alluring? I had watched a few pornos with my ex and he had always insisted that I let him cum on my face at least once. I had never caved but this was a completely different situation entirely. Did they want me to start repeating the sort of things the blonde bimbo had said? Or did they want me to be silent? Did they want some kind of innocent girl? 

I'm not innocent, by the way. Despite never letting my ex-boyfriend cum on my face I wasn't a prude. I liked to be slapped, spanked, tied up and face-fucked. I'd happily accommodate almost any fantasy. I'd dress up in a schoolgirl's outfit. I'd dress up as a slutty nurse. I'd even dress up as Slave Leia. I just never fancied cleaning cum off my face or washing it out of my hair.

'Should I say something?' I asked nervously.

The Japanese Boss said something rather irritably and the translator quickly replied.

'Silent at all times,' he answered. 'Right now you are merely an object for our desires.'

I wasn't sure I liked being called an object or not. On one hand it was incredibly demeaning but on the other hand...I kind of liked that. I'm not sure why but the idea that they all saw me as their temporary property to use as they wanted was kind of a turn on. I licked my lips absent-mindedly, the anticipation of their release surprisingly making me wet and I shifted ever so slightly to try and take advantage of it.

If it weren't for the fact I had to keep my hands behind my back I'd mostly probably would have gone to start masturbating myself, reaching out slowly at first just to see if I was permitted and, if I was, I would have spread my legs apart not only for my benefit, but for theirs.

In fact I decided to spread my legs anyway so they could just about see my glistening wet folds just barely hidden by my dark pubic curls. I looked at each of them pointedly, giving them my best doe-eyed-come-hither gaze (yes it's an actual thing).

I wasn't ready for what came next however. One of the Japanese men was breathing heavy now, his hand rubbing against his tiny erect cock urgently and I could tell he was about to cum. He got near me and suddenly hit my cheek with a hot jet of sticky cum. The second jet hit my nose and got in my eyes. I gasped in surprise and instinctively drew my hands to my face but one of the Japanese guys stopped my hands and forced them behind my back again. 

'You keep your hands behind your back the whole time!' said the translator sternly. 

I looked at my boss and he nodded, making sure I got the message that I will have to go through with this humiliation to the very end if I want to keep my job.

The second to cum was one of my co-workers, Jeff. I could see him hesitate for just a second before he stepped forward, aiming at my mouth, and sprayed hot cum onto my chin and neck. One of the Japanese men said something, and the translator said, 'You must open your mouth wide at all times - we will decide where the Bukkake goes!'

I did as I was told and sure enough the third to come was that very Japanese man who complained about my shut mouth. He came very close, the tip of his cock touching my lower lip as he came inside my mouth. He then held my nose shut with his fingers, making me swallow most of his cum. I knew better than to try and resist and took it all in.

One by one, the men all came over me. My face was the main object and several came in my mouth. Others filled my eyes and ears with dripping hot cum. I was amazed at the amount of cum some of these guys had... and it was all on me now. The cum was dripping all down my neck, on my bare breasts, and even some had been splattered over my thighs, slowly congealing on my naked body.

Several the men surprisingly came on me twice, I don't even remember how many. Their second ejaculations weren't as thick as their first but I was so drenched in cum that it didn't matter anymore... 

When they had all been satisfied the Japanese boss said something, and the translator said he was pleased and would continue working with our company. They made me stay in my place, naked and covered with cum while they drank some wine and signed the papers. I was told to stay there until they were all done and only when the meeting room was empty was I allowed to get up and leave too.

Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 02



If you thought that going into work would be awkward after the Bukkake then congratulations! You were right! Despite that my boss had sent me a text saying it would remain a secret it didn't take long before everyone appeared to know. Everywhere I went I could feel my co-workers undressing me with their eyes and it didn't help that some, like Jeff, actually knew what I looked like naked. I swear I could see their trousers tightening and most had to walk about with their own personal self-erecting tents while attempting to subtly hide them.

I even heard murmurs that the whole thing had been recorded on the company's CCTV but my boss firmly denied it. I'm not sure what was more worrying, the fact that I didn't actually believe him or the fact that I didn't particularly mind. In fact, part of me kind of wanted my own copy. It would be interesting how I looked during the event rather than just after it.

Luckily working at a Gaming company meant that I was the only female there, which would most probably explain the responses I got from my co-workers despite only being, as I described earlier, as "cutesy". The last thing I needed was for another girl to be judging me for wanting to keep my job.

I could understand why someone would have questions and opinions about it. It was humiliating, demeaning and clearly an act of power and ownership over the one subjected to the Bukkake. Many would have left the moment it was suggested but I don't have the best track record with jobs. Remember what I said about not being able to say no? Well every workplace I've ever been to realised this and would all take advantage.

I'd end up doing an illegal amount of hours, most of the time unpaid for the extra time, or would be given tasks way above my pay grade, just like the advertising presentation I had to give that resulted in my subjected humiliation. Eventually I would just burn out and have to quit the job for my health. I'd either had in my resignation or request some time off only to be told, "you either come in or you don't come back".

GameTech was a big company. It was the centre of a gaming empire, one that wasn't even that well known to the public. We owned game stores all over the country, worked with countless Production companies when it came to the advertisement of their games and even had a whole department that created specialised game engines. I'm a gamer girl, what can I say? I had worked in one of their stores and the manager had given me a glowing review when I applied for the job at GameTech HQ. 

I'm not a programmer and had never done any marketing courses so my first job was a Beta Tester for some games being tested on the new engine they had created. It's not as fun as you think. You have to play the same bit eighty times a day to find any bugs, whether it's going through invisible walls, lag in texturing or other areas where the game's engine might simply crash.

I may or may not have had a brief, unofficial fling with the manager of my department that may or may not have resulted in me being bumped up to an assistant in the marketing department. I was only really there to take notes and make tea but my boss soon asked me to go through some stuff at home. I thought he was testing me and maybe he was but when it kept happening it felt like I was falling into the same routine of being unable to say no.

Then I was asked to do the presentation.

And then I was asked to kneel on the floor naked while ten men spunked all over me.

And I weirdly enjoyed it. Don't get me wrong, I felt embarrassed the whole way through and even afterwards I felt completely humiliated, especially after the whole building found out, but whenever I thought about it I felt a tiny spark of excitement. It had been stimulating, from start to finish, even if I had felt awkward at first. I had even gone home and tried to watch some Bukkake porn afterwards but all the women seemed to be enjoying it way too much, ruining it for me.

Maybe I liked the humiliation aspect. But because of that I wouldn't really enjoy anything like that again because I wouldn't be humiliated. I'd be a more tame version of those porn actress who constantly exclaimed "give me some of that cock" and "cum on my face". That wasn't sexy for me. I could see why guys liked it and even some women but, despite my unquenchable sexual appetite, it just didn't seem to do anything for me.

I watched some Public Humiliation videos that did it for me but A) I wouldn't be able to do that and B) If I wanted it then it couldn't really be classed as humiliation could it? OK, maybe I'd just have to find another way to get rid of my newfound sexual frustration. I was sitting in the cafeteria listing all the possibilities in my head, ranging from looking for sex parties online to going to a BDSM club when the security guard walked in. He gave me a brief smile before sitting down on another table and going on his iPhone.

'David wants to see you,' he said without looking up, 'He's in his office.'

My stomach churned at this. What did he want to see me for? The last time we had spoken he had denied the existence of any video footage of the Bukkake, which I'm pretty sure was a lie. He had never actually thanked me for going through with it and saving the deal so maybe that was it?

I got up and left the cafeteria. I could feel the eyes of my co-workers follow me as I made my way to David's office and I instinctively put on a distinctive sway in my hips as I walked. Like I said, I like to tease my co-workers and the skirt I was wearing today was so tight that the outline of my thong was easily noticeable.

I knocked on David's office door.

'Come in,' said his voice and I went inside. He looked up from his desk at me. 'Ah. Nicole. Close the door behind you, please.'

I closed the door and he stood up from his chair and walked around his desk, sitting on it.

'Please sit down,' he said, gesturing at the seat in front of him.

'Thanks,' I sat down, feeling incredibly nervous.

'I just wanted to say thank you for showing your dedication to this business at the presentation,' he said and I noticed his hand glide over to the remote for his personal TV on the wall.

'It was no problem,' I replied uneasily, 'I did what I had to do.'

He nodded. 'Very true,' he pressed a button and the TV came on and footage of the Bukkake played instantly.

I felt my stomach drop. 'You said there wasn't any footage of it!'

'There isn't...officially,' he said calmly. 'This is one of several unofficial copies, however.'

'What?!'

'Turns out you've got quite the fanbase in this company,' replied David, smiling. 'I can see why. We even sent a copy to Mr. Mori and his company as an act of good faith.'

I didn't know how to respond to this. I knew I wanted to be humiliated but not like this! 

'They have assured me that it will not reach the Internet,' David continued, 'But...this company might need some persuading.'

I frowned. 'Persuading?'

He smiled. 'Nicole, you come in every day wearing tight skirts and low cut tops to tease your co-workers. Don't bother denying it because we both know it's true. We all know it's all good fun but my point is that...well we're all rather tired of being teased.'

'OK. So I won't come in wearing tight skirts and low cut tops anymore,' I replied.

He shook his head. 'Oh no. We don't want that. To put it bluntly, Nicole, you dress like the company whore so now we want you to act like it.'

'Excuse me?!' I stood up furiously.

'Several members of staff have copies of that little video. If you refuse then the footage goes on every free porn site you can imagine,' he remained unnervingly calm as he spoke.

I wanted to argue but I knew that once it was up on the Internet then that was it. Nothing was taken off the Internet once it was up and even if I threatened legal action I doubt it would make much of a difference. GameTech had some of the best lawyers in the country, not to mention enough money to buy people off if necessary.

'And if I decide to leave?' I threatened.

He shrugged. 'That would be unfortunate for all parties involved,' he replied and I knew what he meant.

They'd upload the video even if I left. I was trapped.

I swallowed. 'Fine. OK.'

'Good,' he stood up from the desk and stood aside. 'Now I want you to lean over and put your hands on the desk.'

I nervously obeyed. He grabbed the helm of my skirt and pulled it up roughly, exposing my nylon concealed arse. He then grabbed my tights and pulled them down all the way to my knees. He wrapped the thin dark pink silk string of my thong around his finger, smiling.

He grabbed a pair of scissors from his desk and cut the strings of my thong despite my protesting. The cut up remains of my thong fell aimless to the floor.

'No more underwear for you, Nicole,' he said, raising his hand up. 'And you never say no again!'

Smack!

The impact of the slap on my arse launched me forwards onto the desk. I wasn't expecting that! He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back into position.

'Do you understand, Miss Pacitto?' he asked and the sudden change in the way he addressed me demonstrated the power shift. It appeared that we were no longer on first name basis.

'Yes,' I replied grudgingly as I felt myself grow wet with excitement.

Smack!

'Yes what?' he asked.

'Are we really going to do this?' I asked, wincing.

Smack!

'Yes, Sir!' I cried, my hands curling up into tight fists. 

'From now on you will either refer to every member of staff as "Sir" or "Mr",' he commanded and slapped my stinging arse again. 'The only day you wear any form of underwear is Wednesday and that'll only be because when you come in that's all you will be wearing. Do you understand?'

'Yes, Sir,' I replied through heavy breaths and gritted my teeth.

'That means no thongs and no bras. The only other time you are to wear underwear other than a Wednesday is if we have a Presentation, which you will always be giving. If you mess up then you are to be punished, understand?' he asked and slapped my arse before I even had the chance to answer.

When I didn't reply I expected him to slap my arse again but instead he forcefully spread my legs and I felt his fingers enter me.

'You're already wet,' he mused and I could tell he was smiling. 'Are you enjoying this, Miss Pacitto?'

I swallowed but refused to answer. He grabbed my by the hair again and pulled me up into a standing position. He spun me round and he pulled my shirt open, accidently pulling a few of the buttons off. I saw the look in his eyes and knew what he wanted. I pulled the shirt off and then took my bra off, allowing him to gaze at my tits hungrily.

He pushed me onto his desk and pulled his trousers down before lifting my legs up and resting them on his left shoulder. Apparently he couldn't be bothered to take my tights and heels off. With his free hand he guided his hardened cock to my soaking wet pussy and he slipped it in. Despite how wet I was he didn't slip in easily and I actually would have preferred to have given him a blowjob first to make his entrance inside me easier but he didn't care what I wanted.

Once the full length of his cock was inside me he hugged my legs together in an attempt to tighten by pussy. I would say he wasn't a gentle lover but the term lover implies an actual relationship between the two of us. His thrusts were hard and fast, almost like he was trying to win a race. I looked ay his face and saw fierce determination. He had clearly wanted this for sometime and now that he had it he wasn't going to waste a single moment.

He pushed hard and as deep as he could go. He wasn't the biggest I had ever had but that didn't mean he wasn't trying to seem like it. He was trying to push further and further inside me with each thrust and eventually he grew impatient and pulled off my tights and shoes and spread my legs wide, holding onto my ankles far apart as he tried to go deeper.

'Fucking tell me you love it,' he said, almost breathless and I could see the beads of sweat on his forehead. 'Tell me you love it, you whore.'

'I love it,' I murmured, afraid that if I spoke then my moans would escape me. I was angry that I was enjoying it so much but that irresistible longing to be used and humiliated silenced my anger and told me to enjoy it.

This is what I wanted. Not exactly like this. I fact I could never have imagined that they'd have the balls to go through with it. I would never have guessed that the company would turn on me and decide to use me as their personal fuck toy. This was far better than anything I had imagined. Going to a BDSM club or a sex party was nothing compared to being seen and used as a walking piece of sex by the people I worked with five days a week.

Maybe I'm just twisted? I shouldn't enjoy such a thought. I was being blackmailed into fucking every man in the building. I was being blackmailed into giving blowjobs to whoever wanted it at whatever time. I was being blackmailed into parading my body in my underwear every Wednesday! God only knows what else they'd think up for me. 

And I wouldn't have wanted it more.

He let go of one ankle and slapped me across my face, causing me to gasp. I placed my foot onto the desk to keep my legs as far apart as possible for him and, seeing that I understood what he wanted, he let go of my other ankle.

He then wrapped his arms around the top of my thighs and pulled me towards him with every thrust. I could feel my face grow hot and I was straining to keep my voice quiet. I had no doubt the others suspected what was going on but I didn't want them to hear it. His thrusts became slower but kept their forcefulness, the constant slap slap of his skin hitting mine echoed through the room. I could tell he was about to cum but he seemed determined to delay it for as long as possible.

'Do you want me to suck you off?' I asked and then added, 'Sir?'

He practically threw me to my knees. He appeared less interested in me sucking him off and more interested in fucking my face, most probably because my mouth was less likely to set him off and so he could recover before fucking my pussy again.

Like with my pussy he fucked my mouth hard and fast, the sound of his body slamming against mine now replaced by me wrenching. Now this reminded me of some of the pornos I had watched when trying to get myself off. It's hard to explain the noise that accompanied my gagging but the simplest word would be "wet". There was a very distinctive "wet" noise that filled my ears as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.

It most probably pleased him that I had mimicked the position I was in during the Bukkake by putting my hands behind my back, thoroughly indicating who was in charge of the situation. I was his. I was this company's. I was their whore and I knew my place. It was on my knees and ready to serve.

'Fuck it,' he growled and pulled me up by my hair and had me lean over the desk again.

He held me by my hips and fucked me from behind, my tits slapping about wildly and I felt his grip tightened as he filled me up with his burning hot cum. He took a few breaths before pulling out and wiping the remains of his cum on my arse cheek.

'Well done, Miss Pacitto,' he said, pulling up his trousers. 'I'm glad we've come to this arrangement.'

'Thank you, Sir,' I said, picking up my clothes and quickly getting dressed.

I could feel my skirt sticking to my cum covered arse cheeks, a public display of my humiliation. It was a good thing I drive to work...but then again maybe not. He adjusted himself without looking at me and rearranged his desk.

'Now if you could leave, Miss Pacitto,' he sat down and grabbed some papers, 'I have work to do. I'll send for you if I require you again.'

'Yes, Sir,' I said and left quickly. Once I was on the other side of the door I tried to get my sex hair under control and a few members of staff walked passed, giving me amused and even yearning looks.

'Nicole?' said Jeff, approaching me.

'Yes, Jeff?' I replied and saw him raise his eyebrows, unimpressed. I realised my mistake. 'I mean- yes, sir?'

I could tell by his face that I was going to get punished for that.

'I need you in the storage room. Clean yourself up and meet me there,' he instructed.

I nodded. 'Yes, Mr. Thomas.'

He seemed happy enough so he left and I went and found the ladies toilets to clean myself up and turned my skirt around so it was facing backwards. When I entered the storage room, Jeff cabled tied my wrists to the metal stacks, pulled my skirt up and spanked my ass for incorrectly addressing him. Once he was done he cut my bonds, spun me round, forced me on my knees and retied my wrists to the stacks. He pulled my shirt open and face fucked me until he decided to cum, pulling out just as he ejaculated.

The cum caught the bottom of my chin and the rest splattered onto my exposed chest. He pulled his trousers up.

'Bradley will be here in a minute,' he told me, 'He wants a go so you might want to lick that cum off your chin before he gets here.'

And he left.

Bradley wasn't the next person to come in but that didn't stop Ian from having a go on me...and that didn't stop Bradley from joining in either when he eventually turned up and both attempted to force their cocks into my mouth at the same time.

'I thought guys didn't like to touch swords,' I remarked, coughing after they decided it wasn't going to work.

'If we wanted your opinion then we would have fucking asked for it,' snapped Bradley and forced his cock in my mouth, pushing it in as deeply as he could and him being black meant that there was a lot more to take in.

They spent the next ten minutes face fucking me before deciding to cum on my face.

'I was meant to untie you afterwards,' Bradley told me as Ian left. 'But you pissed me off with your touching swords comment so I think I'll let whoever comes in next do it.'

'Yes...Sir...' I replied, breathing heavily. 'Thank you, Mr. Clarke. I'm sorry if I upset you. I hope you enjoyed using me.'

He smirked. 'Good whore.'

He left and it was two hours before someone came to release me. I went and cleaned myself up and was about to clock out when David stopped me.

'What do you think you're doing?' he asked.

'My shift is over, Sir,' I replied.

'No it's not. You had two hours where you didn't get any of your work done,' he replied. 'You'll stay an extra two hours. Unpaid, I might add.'

'But...Sir!' I said desperately.

A few other co-workers had stopped to watch. 

David's eyebrows raised, much like Jeff's had. 'Miss Pacitto, you are not supposed to protest. Did I not make that clear?'

'Yes, Sir,' I nodded.

'Did you just protest?' he asked.

'I didn't mean to, Sir.'

'But you did?'

'...Yes, Sir.'

'I want you to stand by the clocking in machine, facing the wall with your hands above your head,' he commanded and I did as I was told. He left and came back with a piece of paper and cellotape. He lifted my skirt up and taped the paper onto my back. 

'You'll stand here for the next hour until everyone is gone. Every time someone clocks out you'll be spanked and you are expected to thank them for it,' David instructed. 'Then you'll stay for three hours and get your work done. Is that understood?'

'Yes, Mr. Williams,' I nodded.

If was the end of the day which meant people were either leaving at 5 or 6. Aside from the security guard everyone would be leaving the building. I got spanked at least a hundred times and said a hundred "thank you's" with only a handful of my co-workers refusing to spank me. 

It was only when Simon spanked me and clocked out did I leave the wall and painfully walked to my desk. I pulled the paper off from my back and read it. It said "SPANK ME. I'VE BEEN A BAD SLUT". My eyes were damp with tears from the pain. It had been so humiliating.




Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 02



And yet, I still loved it. I had loved every smack on my arse and relished every time I had to thank them. I stayed for three hours before heading home, where I ate, showered and put an ice pack on my butt before going to bed.

The next day I got dressed, opting for black stockings, a tight grey skirt and an almost see-through white shirt so that my nipples would be exposed in the right lighting.

And so I, the company whore, went to work.

*****

Thanks to Rob for being a story consultant! It means a lot to me! I'll be sure to give you your own character and give you some alone time with Nicole to say thanks!

For everyone else please feel free to comment with any suggestions on what you'd like to see happen. I already have some ideas in mind but I'm sure I can fit any of your fantasises in for you!

- Linda



Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 03



Wednesdays were everyone's favourite day, including mine. It gave me a chance to show off all the sexy underwear I had bought to wear for my ex that I never got to wear anymore. Sometimes I'd go for lacy, sometimes I'd go for skimpy and sometimes I'd go for crotchless lingerie (which happened to be very popular with my co-workers). 

David had called a whole team meeting where he explained the new arrangement and instructed that if I was to make any mistake, whether it be work related or just addressing a member of staff incorrectly then I was either to be punished by them and be reported to David afterwards, no doubt to give me a bit of punishment himself. 

Robert, who it turned out was the most perverted of my co-workers, had especially taken to the new arrangement. He had gone shopping on multiple BDSM sites and had bought several sets of handcuffs, three sets of wrists to ankle cuff restraints, an adjustable spreader bar for my legs, an adjustable spreader bar for my wrists, rope, bondage tape, several coloured leather collars, a ball gag, a ball gag harness, a neck to wrist restraint, several butt plugs, a bit gag, different coloured floggers, crops and paddles. He had essentially everything you'd ever need for your own red room. He had even started buying several BDSM apparatuses. 

I was shocked when I went into the stock room to find they had assembled an St Andrews Bondage Cross on the wall. It made sense that they would put it since it would be out of sight of any visitors; I was just surprised they had actually gone that far. Robert would often take me to the cross to fuck me and had spoken to David, who it turned out was very eager to use the wrist spreader bar so I often had to walk around the office barely able to use my hands. 

My co-workers seemed quite happy to watch me use my tongue to type at my computer or watch me have to use my mouth to carry things when my hands were full. Sometimes they'd have me do things that weren't even sexual. David often enjoyed having me kneeling next to him while he worked. He wouldn't even acknowledge me. Other times he'd have me lying on his desk either in my underwear or in my normal clothes with my skirt pulled right up to show off my arse but even then he acted like I wasn't even there. These sessions would often end with him ejaculating on my arse and then sending me on my way. 

It annoyed me sometimes that the only attention I would get was a sticky arse and sometimes I'd go to start touching myself just to get his attention, and it often ended up with me getting a hard spanking. I don't know why but David was my favourite when it came to spanking. Maybe it was because he was the actual boss of the company. 

Jeff particularly enjoyed tying me up to spank me and, while it aroused me, I always felt it would be better if it were David. Don't misunderstand me. I don't find David attractive at all. He's not my type. It was all about the power he had over me. I suspect he had a feeling that I had secretly enjoyed the bukkake; otherwise he wouldn't have brought up his new ideal arrangement. I could have sued. I could have complained and his threats being carried out would only result in more lawsuits and me getting big payoff. 

He had known I would agree to it. Maybe he was just giving me an excuse to feel trapped. But at the same time, maybe it wasn't. Maybe the threats were real and I just thought he was lying. It didn't matter to me either way. I just enjoyed the thrill of it all. 

There were something's I didn't enjoy so much. One day a particularly creepy group of co-workers ordered me to sit at my desk and drink five whole bottles of water. I wasn't allowed to move for anything. They then took bets on how long I could last before I pissed myself and then they made me clean it up. That was the one time I complained to David. He gave me a spanking for the complaint but they never did it again. I had a feeling that even he thought that was going too far, although he wasn't willing to show that. He had a role to play. He had to appear uncompromising. I was there to be humiliated. I was there for them to use. Showing a moment's weakness would break that façade. It would imply that I still had influence. 

I wasn't allowed to have influence and he made that very clear the week after. 

I was lying on his desk in my underwear again as he read through his paperwork. 

'What do you think about updating one of our game engines?' he asked me unexpectedly. 'For more natural lighting and physics?' 

'Oh!' I was surprised. 'I think that would be a good idea. It would appeal to the PC gamers,' I answered and he slapped my arse harder than ever before. 'Ow! What was that for?!' 

'You're not here to have an opinion,' he told me sternly. 

'So why the fuck did you ask me?!' I snapped and he slapped my arse again. I glared at him and he responded with another slap. 'Sir,' I added but I made no attempt to hide my snarky attitude. 

'I needed to see if you knew your place,' he said impassively. 

He stood up and walked around to the end of the desk. He grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me round on my back. He then tilted my head back over the edge of the desk. He undid he trousers and pulled out his erect cock. 

'I think you need a reminder,' I told me and then he started to fuck my mouth, his balls slapping me on the face. 

I cupped his balls and played with them to increase his pleasure. This seemed to work because before I knew it he was filling my mouth with cum. He pulled out, a thick white line of cum connected to my lips and to the end of his cock. The connection broke and the cum dropped down onto my face, running down along my nose and forehead. 

'That's your place, Miss Pacitto,' he said, wiping the remains of his cum along my cheek before hastily putting his cock back into his boxers. 'If you're not sucking cock then I don't want you using that mouth.' 

'Then how am I supposed to help you with your power play fetish if I can't call you "sir" or "Mr"?' I asked, sitting up and I saw his nostrils flare up angrily. 'If you didn't want a whore that talks back then you should have got some stupid bimbo with daddy issues to listen to your every order.' 

'I'm not that old, Miss Pacitto,' he replied, narrowing his eyes. 

'You're about twice my age. That's old enough.' 

'You will not talk to me like that, Miss Pacitto,' he said sternly. 'And clean your face up. You look like a dirty skank.' 

I ran my finger down the line of cum and licked my finger clean, maintaining eye contact with him the entire time. 

'Is that satisfactory, Sir?' I asked sarcastically. 'Does it turn you on knowing that you get to treat me like your own personal cum bitch while your boring ass wife can't even be bothered to give you head?' 

I touched a nerve there and he slapped me across the face. Then he suddenly had me pinned against the wall as he ripped my underwear off... 

Then he had me on the floor and I made him orgasm again. His expression looked shocked at first, then pained and then satisfied. He pulled out of my burning hot pussy and gave a deep sigh. 

'Talking about your wife really got you going didn't it, sir?' I asked, my chest heaving. 

'Never talk about my home life again, Pacitto,' he said, standing up. This time he didn't even refer as 'Miss". I must have really pissed him off. 'Or I'll have you standing in that hallway pissing yourself in front of everyone.' 

'Understood.' 

* 

'You look shattered,' my sister, Rachel, told me when I arrived at my mum's house on Saturday afternoon. 

Mum was upstairs sleeping, which was typical of her, leaving me to talk to my half-little sister. We didn't really look anything alike. We both had never dark hair but where I was cutesy, she was very beautiful...at least with make-up on...and she was never without makeup. Without it she looked quite plain but at least she could pull of make-up. I sure as hell couldn't. I didn't even try. I looked stupid as fuck. 

I had moved out about a year ago to live with my then-boyfriend. It hadn't ended well as you know so he went off to live with his parents. Twenty-one years old and I had already gone through the whole divorce routine without the actual divorce. We had broken up and I had kept everything. It was only a small flat but it was still a bitch to pay for by myself. 

Rachel had repeatedly suggested that I return home. I wasn't going to do that. My pride wouldn't allow me, which is ironic considering the way I let myself be used at work. 

'Yeah,' I shrugged, sitting down. 'Work is getting stressful. Trying to please everyone at once.' 

She rolled her eyes. 'You'd do anything they'd ask,' she said and I tried desperately not to laugh. 

She noticed. 'What's so funny?' she asked. 

'Nothing,' I replied and shifted painfully. 

'What's wrong? Don't they supply decent seats where you work?' she asked. 

'I'm doing squats,' I told her and she laughed. 

'Isn't your arse big enough?' she asked. 

Apparently not. I had been instructed to do squats at home to make my arse more shapely but that wasn't why my butt hurt. As punishment for my comment about his home life, David had made me stand by the clocking out machine to be spanked by everyone again. I had also been instructed not to put an ice pack on it when I got home. 

Even though I knew they'd never find out, I obeyed their commands. 

'You can talk,' I muttered. 'You only ever wear skin-tight stuff because it makes your arse look bigger.' 

She laughed. It was her "I'm about to bullshit" laugh. 

'I do not!' 

And there was the bullshit. 

'You got a boyfriend yet?' she asked and I shook my head. 'Wow. Does this mean you're not getting any?' 

I tried not to laugh again. 

'That means you are,' she said, crossing her arms. 'That explains why you're not in your usual foul mood.' 

'Oh shut up.' 

'Whoever it is...does he have a brother?' she asked and I winced. 

'Oh God. Please stop talking...' 

'Why should you be the only getting good sex?' she asked. 'I'm trying to seduce my college teacher but he isn't budging. I wouldn't mind a good fu-' 

'You are my little sister! I do not need to hear this from you! Fucking hell!' I got up and had to walk like a penguin to get to the kitchen to make myself a drink. 

She had no idea... 

Then again neither did David's wife. 

Or the other wives and girlfriends. 

I was working with and fucking adulaters and liars. They all kissed their partners goodbye every morning they'd go to work knowing that I was there, waiting for them. That thought made me feel suddenly sick. I hadn't even really thought about it. I only said that shit to David to piss him off. 

I was successful but at the same time it seemed to arouse him even more. Was he using me to punish his wife for their boring and broken marriage? What about the others? Were they punishing their girlfriends and wives for not doing what they wanted? I had to do everything I was told. They didn't. 

Was I just an item to unleash their sexual perversions on? Of course I was. Why else would I be forced to walk around in my underwear like some porno fantasy from a teenager's mind? Why else would I be forced to piss myself for the happiness of others? 

I had never really thought about it in that way. I was just up for the thrill of it all. I wasn't sure how it made me feel. In some ways it made me feel like a glorified whore...which you could say I was. 

Holy shit, I thought, I really am a whore. I'm the fucking company prostitute. I get paid to work there and to fuck anyone who wants it! I'm being fucked senseless and treated like shit because their girlfriends and wives aren't giving them what they want at home. 

'I have to go out,' I announced. 

'But you just got here!' Rachel shouted. 

'Sorry!' 

I ran outside and climbed into my car. I sped off. I knew where David lived. I had filed some paperwork for him and had sent it to him during one of his weeks off. It was a half an hour drive before I arrived. I was shitting myself. I really was. I couldn't believe I was going to do this. 

I got out and saw that there wasn't a car in the drive. Were they out? I knocked on the door to make sure. David's wife Jenny answered the door. She looked at me, surprised and I swallowed. 

'Sorry...is David in?' I asked and her eyebrows rose knowingly. Did she know? How could she know? Had he told her? 

'Oh. You must be the little tart he's fucking then,' she said and my heart stopped. 

She did know! 

'I- sorry?' I had to back out. I had to deny it. This had been a terrible idea. 

'You're the little tart he's been fucking. He's been in a very good mood the last few months. I take it you work with him?' she asked and I found myself nodding. 'Thought so. He wasn't going off on any "late night meetings" so the only time he could he doing it was during work hours.' 

'I...I'm sorry!' I blurted out. 

She laughed. It was a cold laugh. 'Why are you sorry? It's excellent! Since you've been fucking him I don't have to. He would always try to mount me the moment he got home. Now he doesn't even try to get a sneaky touch up when we're in bed.' 

I was stunned. 

'Keep doing it. I honestly couldn't give a shit,' she shrugged. 'I wasn't expecting you to be so young. You're not the porn star blonde I was expecting though. He has a thing for blondes.' 

'He's never mentioned that,' I replied before realising how weird our conversation was. 

'Do you fancy him?' she asked. 

'Oh God no!' I shook my head. 'He...err...' 

She looked at me expectantly. 'Go on,' she urged. 

'He might have some damning footage of me and threatening to release it online,' I answered. 

'So why not just sue the bastard?' she said and thought about this. 'Actually, don't. If you do that then I'd most probably end up in trouble too.' 

Is she a sociopath? I wondered. 

'So why aren't you suing him? Just out of interest.' 

'Because...I kind of enjoy the whole thing. Not- err- I mean- the idea of it? Being blackmailed and stuff? Humiliated into doing stuff I wouldn't normally do.' 

She accepted this answer. 

'Are you going to tell David that you know and that I came here?' I asked, suddenly worried. 'Please don't! It might just piss him off enough to release the video.' 

She smirked. 'Tell you what. I won't tell him as long as you keep fucking him.' 

'I'm sorry...are you blackmailing me to have sex with your husband?' I asked. 

When did my life become so fucking crazy? 

'Bitch, I'm half tempted to fuck you myself just to see what the fuss is about,' she looked me up and down. 'You're no stunner. You got the curves; I'll give you that. You're cutesy.' 

I frowned. 'I've been told. By myself really. Is that vain?' 

'I bet you're a right little freak,' she said, smirking. 'I bet that's it...y'know what? Fuck it.' 

She grabbed me by the arm and yanked me inside. She slammed the door shut and pushed me to the wall. 

'What the fuck?!' I shouted. 

'I want to see what my husband is playing with. It'll give me some satisfaction knowing I'm playing with it too,' she replied. 

'I think you mean "played",' I corrected her before realising what I had just said. 'Wait! I'm not having sex with you!' 

'No. I mean playing and yes you are. Do you want me to tell David you were here trying to break up his shitty marriage? The only reason we're together still is for financial benefit. I'll stay with him but I'm sure that video of you will find a nice home on several websites.' 

'Are you serious?!' 

'You bet that plumb arse of yours I am,' she replied. 'While we're coming up with the terms of our arrangement, I want you to suggest to David that you two start fucking out of hours. I want the bastard to give me some bullshit excuse so he can sneak off to a hotel to fuck you.' 

I raised an eyebrow. 'Are you getting off on this?' I asked. 

She thought about this. 'Kinda. Yeah. Oh, and we'll occasionally be fucking too. I want to give him a bullshit excuse so I can sneak off and fuck you too. Just so he knows what it feels like. I bet he'll be suspecting that I'm cheating on him but he won't do shit,' she looked overjoyed. 

'This is straight up Gone Girl crazy,' I told her. 'I'm not even bisexual! Are you?' 

'No. Not really. I'd fuck Scarlet Johansson,' she admitted. 

I nodded. 'Everyone would. What about Emma Stone?' 

'Too young for me I think. She can pass off as a teenager.' 

'And I can't?' 

'You're not a hypothetical situation though. I am gonna fuck you.' 

'You don't even know my name!' 

'What is it?' 

'Nicole.' 

'Nice to meet you, Nicole. Now take your jeans off.' 

I just stared at her and she sighed. 

'Look at it this way. Whenever you're fucking David you can just think to yourself "I'm fucking your wife and I do a better job at it than you",' she told me. 'Because I got bored of his shit ages ago.' 

My jeans remained on. 

She was getting impatient now. 

'Has he pissed you off?' she asked and I nodded. He had. 'Well think of this all as revenge...and I'm not kidding around when I say I will tell him you came to tell me you and him are having an affair unless we do this.' 

My life is so fucking weird. 

'Where is David now?' I asked. 

'Watching a football match with his friends down the pub. He won't be back for hours.' 

Seriously. A man is blackmailing me to have sex with him and his co-workers and now his wife is blackmailing me to continue to fuck her husband and also to start fucking her...what the actual fuck is going on? 

She held up her phone. 'Nicole, take your fucking clothes off or I'll ring him now.' 

I slipped out of my boots and pulled my jeans off. She looked at me expectantly and I then took my top off. I stood in front of her in nothing in my underwear and that's when she took the picture. 

'What the fuck?!' 

'Just leverage,' she smirked. 'Now get on your knees on the stairs and lean forward.' 

I did as I was told and she grabbed the strings of my thong and pulled them down. She grabbed a handful of my arse and started to shake it. I heard her take a few more pictures. 

'I can see why he'd want to play with this,' she said and she rather abruptly shoved two of her fingers in my pussy. I closed my eyes and tried to fight back a moan. 'Oh. I can see why he'd want to fuck this too. You're not tight though. He must be fucking you a lot.' 

'Err- yeah...' I replied and swallowed. 

How the fuck did it come to this? 

'So tell me,' she said, rubbing me up and down. 'How does he fuck you?' 

'Rather rough,' I replied and I found myself subconsciously bucking my hips. 'I think he likes to take out his frustrations on me.' 

'I can see that by the colour of your arse,' she remarked and then she slapped it with her free hand. 

I whimpered. 

'Sorry, baby girl,' she said and I grimaced. 

'Please don't call me that. It's just wrong,' I replied. 

'I'm a forty-four year old woman fucking girl who looks like she just left college,' she pointed out. 'What else would I call you?' 

'Nicole?' I suggested. 

'What does he call you?' she asked, her thumb finding my clit. 

'Ahhh-' was all that came out of my mouth. 

'No...' she continued to tease me. 'That's not what he call you is it? What does he call you?' 

She made a sudden thrust movement with her hand and I let out a loud moan. 

'Whore!' I answered. 

She did it again. 

'Slut!' 

And again. 

'Skank!' 

And again. 

'Slapper!' 

This time she slapped my arse. 

'Tart!' 

She pushed her fingers in deeper. 

'Bitch!' 

She grabbed me by the hair and pulled. 

'Cunt!' 

'I like that one,' she forcefully turned me round. 'You're my little cunt.' 




Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 03



I glared at her. 

'Ohhhh those eyes,' she smiled. 'Those eyes of yours look like they could seduce and kill men at the same time. No wonder he likes you.' 

And with that she knelt down in between my legs and started to lick my pussy. 

'Ho—ly shit!' I said and lent back, my chest now heaving. 

Why was I enjoying it so much?! The way she moved her tongue- the way she made little swirl motions- it was driving me nuts! There was no way she had never done this before. She certainly hadn't learned it from David. His idea of licking a girl out was not about pleasuring her. It was about licking her like you would an ice cream lolly. There was nothing there for me. He just wanted to taste me. 

But Jenny? Jenny knew how to cause the most sensational bit of pleasure with just a slight flick of her tongue. I instinctively reached out and grabbed the back of her head, my fingers becoming entangled in her blonde locks. 

'Fuck!' I gasped. 

She pushed my legs apart further and tilted her head slightly. She started tracing the letter C along my soaking wet pussy and it was amazing. Eventually she pulled away and looked up at me. I looked down at her, gasping for breath. I could see my juices glistening in the light on her lips and it turned me on so fucking much. 

I dived at her and kissed her, knocking her backwards. I pinned her down and we deepened the kiss. It was like we were both unleashing some pent up frustration. Maybe I was a bit annoyed by how lately all the sex I had had only been about their pleasure. Maybe she just really enjoyed getting her revenge on David, even if he didn't know it. 

Don't get me wrong. I enjoy all the fucks I've had. I love being abused. But every time is fast, furious and usually ends with a cumshot to my face, arse or tits. They never try and make it more pleasurable for me. 

We somehow ended up in their bed and she decided to sit on my face. 

'Taste my pussy, cunt,' she gasped and I did my best to give her the same amount of pleasure she gave me. 

She started to grind her pussy against my mouth, apparently impatient with me. The next thing I knew she had my wrists bound to the headboard by using one of David's ties. She smirked down at me, licked my lips and then left me. 

'Please tell me you're not going to leave me here for David to find!' I called after her. 

'No...' she called back. 'But that would be fun.' 

She came back and my jaw dropped. She was holding a cucumber. 

'What are you doing with that?' I asked and she smirked before putting it in her mouth and wetting it up. 

She walked towards me and threw my legs open. 

'I think I might give David this for dinner,' she said and before I could say anything, she forced the cucumber in my pussy and my eyes rolled up. 'For a little joke.' 

'That's-' she started to move the cucumber up and down inside me. 'Really gross.' 

'I know...but it's also really funny,' she smirked. 'And he's a real bastard. Oh, I'm going to need your number by the way. I think this is the start to something fun, don't you.' 

I glared at her. 'Stop talking and just fuck me with the vegetable!' 

'It's technically a fruit...' 

'Then fuck me with the fucking fruit!' 

Again...my life is weird. 

Bondage apparatuses, affairs and lesbian cucumber sex- oh my! That was a very interesting chapter to write. It wasn't where it was originally going to go but I decided to expand on what I had written by adding parts and it just spiralled out of control! 

I have a huge desire to do a little spin-off story about Nicole's sister Rachel trying to sleep with her college teacher. That could be quite fun to write. 

Anyway, if any of you have something you want to be included in part 4, let me know! I hope you all enjoyed it and hope you have a good day. 

Stay safe! 

- Linda x



Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 04



Jenny took my number after our little encounter and she had come up with some rules. I was to send her pictures of myself whenever she wanted and I had to text her every time David fucked me at work. If he ejaculated on me then she wanted pictures of that too. Apparently all this couple needed was to blackmail a younger woman into having sex with them both without the other knowing. Married couples are weird but it was hot. I was surprised by how much I was into the sex with Jenny. 

I had never considered myself bisexual but she might very well be on the way of turning me. I then wondered if I was doing the same to her or whether she was just a closeted gay/bisexual. She knew how to tease my pussy with her tongue far too well for a first timer. My God she was good at giving oral. I actually got frustrated with one of my co-workers one day because he just couldn't compare to the way she did it and he didn't appreciate me giving him tips. 

I got a rather hard spanking from him for that and an even harder one from David. As further punishment they had me on all fours on a desk in front of everyone and they shoved a very long line of anal beads up my arse. I then had to pull them out very slowly, only for them to push them all back in again. I then had to go around with them up my arse for the rest of the day. 

At the end of the day I had to stand by the clocking out machine and each person who clocked out had to pull one out. There weren't enough beads for each person so they had to be pushed back in again. I didn't feel too good after that. 

Jenny had been pestering me for weeks about shagging David out of work hours but I wasn't sure how to go about mentioning it to him. It was easy for her to fuck me. I just went round every time there was a football match. She always preferred to be the guy and had bought multiple strap-ons, each one a different length and thickness. I had tried being the guy once but she hadn't enjoyed it as much so she decided to be the guy from then on. 

Every time I failed to ask David about starting an affair she would tie me up and drip melted candle wax on me. She particularly enjoyed doing that. I wasn't so sure. 

'We can't play the game unless the dickhead agrees to be naughty can we, cunt?' she asked, dripping the candle wax on my erect nipples. 

'No, mistress,' I replied. Oh yeah. She had me calling her mistress. I was half tempted to just tell David what was happening and suggest that they both just keep me in a cage as their live in sex slave. Both of them had made me the bitch in the two relationships anyway. Technically David had made me the bitch in multiple relationships. 

'So you're going to tell the dickhead you want to fuck him like a naughty home wrecking whore, aren't you?' she asked, moving the candle wax down to my tummy and I flinched. 'Otherwise this soaking pussy of yours will be decorated with this nice hot wax.' 

I nodded and she lent down to my face. Rather than kiss me, she licked my lips and then my face like a dog. She's a kinky freak. 

* 

I was lying on David's desk yet again on the day I decided I was finally going to suggest we meet up outside of work. 

'What do you think of the weather?' he asked me and I knew better than to take the bait. 

'I do not think, sir,' I replied. 'I'm not here to think. I'm here to be fucked.' 

He smiled. 'Good whore.' 

I grinned at him and then sat up, turning my body. I lifted my legs up and rested my feet on the arms of his chair. His eyes went straight for my pussy. He then looked up at me suspiciously. 

'Can I help you, Miss Pacitto?' he asked. 

'I have a proposition for you, sir,' I said and gave him the sex eyes. 

'And what would that be, Miss Pacitto?' he asked. 

'You. Me. Hotel room. Next week?' I've heard simple sentences are hot. 

This wasn't what he was expecting apparently and he looked rather flustered. 

'I am a married man, Miss Pacitto,' he replied, doing his best to sound angry. 

'And I'm a slut,' I replied smiling and I leaned back, spreading my legs even more. 'And you love fucking this slut don't you, sir?' 

He nodded, dumbstruck. 

I was really enjoying this. 

'So...I would suggest that you book a hotel room, pick me up at my place and then we can go to a nice hotel and you can do anything you want to me,' I licked my lips. 'Sir.' 

'Why not just fuck at yours?' he asked. 

'Because I may be a dirty slut but I like to feel special,' I raised an eyebrow seductively. 

'I have a wife,' he stressed and I pushed his chair away from me before sinking to my knees. 

I unzipped his trousers and pulled out his reluctantly erect cock. I gripped it in my hand and started to rub it. I kept eye contact and focused on how hot with desire his cock was. I think he was all ready to explode. I awkwardly pulled down his trousers and lent in to lick his balls. He loves it when I lick his balls. 

'You don't normally care, sir,' I said in-between licks. 'Just tell her you have a late night meeting.' 

'I can't ju-' his words were just off as I engulfed his rock hard cock in my mouth. I pushed it as far down my throat as possible, resulting in a lot of gagging noises. 'Ho-ly fuck!' he cursed and I giggled. 'Oh don't do that! 

I made sure to suck extra hard as I pulled away and I gazed up at him seductively. 

'Please, sir,' I begged and smiled. 'I'll let you fuck my arse.' 

'I could do that right now, Miss Pacitto,' he said in the certain tone he used to remind me just who was in charge. 

'That's true,' I gave his cock a hard long lick. 'So maybe I could do something else for you?' I suggested. 'What dirty little fantasy do you have that you'd never tell your wife about?' 

He looked stunned and that worried me a little bit. 

'I have a thing for damsels in distress,' he admitted. 

'Oh...you wanna tie me up?' I grinned and licked his dick again, maintaining eye contact. 

His face twisted into a grin. 'Mmm...OK. Next week,' he said. 'I'll make the arrangements.' 

He sent me a text message the next day with the info and I forwarded it to Sally. Within thirty minutes she sent me a text with the information for our room for the following night. What would the staff think? They'll most probably think I am hooker. I technically am. Maybe I thought about looking into doing it outside of work too. 

So I did. It turns out living in the UK is a huge advantage if you're looking to get into the prostitution business. I found the AdultWork website easily and looked at several profiles. My stomach was knotted the entire time, partly because of nerves and partly because of excitement. 

It wasn't that much different to what I was already doing. The only difference is that it would be with strangers. I could do that. I've had plenty of one-night stands with complete strangers before. I sound like a total slut now don't I? Don't judge. I personally think I'm an undiagnosed sex addict. 

Then again I could just be a slut. There's a thin line between the two. You can call me whatever you like. I'm doing with the sex addict excuse. Apparently sleeping with all you co-workers, boss and your boss's wife for three months will do that to you. We had even had a few businesses meetings where I would say something wrong just to ensure I was punished afterwards. 

It had been a bukkake each time, not that I'm complaining. It turns out I rather enjoy being painted head to toe with cum. I just didn't like it when they got it in my hair. 

Anyway, back to the AdultWork site. There were several profiles where the woman had decided to blur her face out and I decided to do the same. The whole reason I was being "blackmailed" into being the office whore was because I didn't want that video of me hitting the web. 

I found some sexy photos of me on my laptop that my ex had taken and a quick trip on Photoshop obscured my face perfectly. I put in my details and it asked me to put in a name. I had read that Secret Diary of a Call Girl novel and she had called herself Belle de Jour, which means "beauty of the day" so I decided to follow in her example and choose the alias Belle de nuit, which means "beauty of the night". My co-workers and family call me Nicole. You can call me Belle. Actually, you can still call me Nicole. 

It asked me if I wanted to do video services. I declined. I wasn't ready for that just yet. Was I officially a hooker now or was didn't it count until I had my first paying client? Now I just had to play the waiting game. 

* 

It was the night David and me were going to the hotel. He had instructed me to wear a low cut black top and a black miniskirt with no underwear and a pair of black leather boots. I basically looked like the hooker I now was and the kind that he wanted me to be, but he didn't know that. It actually turned me on knowing something he didn't; on top of the fact his own wife had been fucking me behind his back for months. Sooner or later I knew I would go and get caught out, but until then I wanted to have my fun. 

I studied myself in the mirror and smiled. I had never felt more attractive. I was halfway through taking selfies when there was a knock on my door. I put my phone down by my bag on the coffee table and opened it. 

David grinned at me. 'Now that's what I call a whore.' 

I leaned against the doorframe. 'Am I to your liking?' I asked and he pulled me close to him and I could feel his erection against my thigh. 'I'll take that as a yes. I'll just get my stuff.' 

I went into my living room and grabbed my bag. By the time I got back to the front door David had gone back to his car. I quickly put my phone between my legs, took a quick picture up my skirt and sent it to Jenny with the caption 'here we go'. She'd like that. 

She replied to my text before I had even gotten to the car: RING ME & LEAVE IT ON THE WHOLE TIME. I smirked. What a little pervert. She wanted to hear her husband fucking me. Either that or she wanted to hear how he was when fucking me instead of her. I knew their sex life was pretty much dead in the water...and by dead I mean so dead that even Doctor Frankenstein wouldn't be able to bring it back. There you go. I threw in a pop culture reference for your comfort. It most probably wasn't the best one to use but you have to give me brownie points for trying at least. My point is both of them enjoy fucking me thinking the other one doesn't know...but you already know that. I'm rambling. I do that when I'm excited. Anyway, I called her and slipped my phone in my bag. 

The journey to the hotel was actually pretty fun. I know that most guys want a manual car because 1. Automatics are for pussies and 2. They just last longer, but do you know what the advantage of having an automatic is? David managed to finger me pretty much the entire journey there, even when we were waiting at the lights. I think he enjoyed that the most because I had to resist every urge to squirm or react to his touch. Occasionally I would give in and he would pull his fingers away to punish me each time. To add insult to injury he would wipe his fingers on my lips and ordered me not to either wipe them with a napkin or lick them. 

I looked in the mirror and saw that my lips were glistening in the passing streetlights. 

I was scared that he would make me go into the hotel like this but thankfully he ordered me to lick my lips when he parked the car outside. 

'How does your pussy taste, bitch?' he asked. 

'Very good.' 

Suddenly his hand was around my throat. 'You still have to call me "Sir" you little whore,' his grip tightened. 

'Sorry, Sir,' I wheezed. 

He let go on my throat and smirked. 'Now get your chubby little arse in there.' 

'Yes, Sir,' I replied and slipped out. 

David went to the boot of the car and pulled out a suitcase out. He followed me inside and to the front desk to check in. The woman behind the counter kept giving me a judgemental look the entire time. I didn't give a shit. I bet they had had plenty of hookers in there before. They most probably make ton of money from guys hiring out prostitutes. I was just adding to their profit. David took the key and led me upstairs to our room. 

'After you,' he said opening the door and I walked inside. He followed and closed the door behind him. The door had barely closed when he turned me round, grabbed me by my throat and held me against the wall. I accidently dropped my bag on the floor in response. 'You dirty whore.' 

He tightened his grip and I struggled to breathe. He could tell and, rather than loosen his fingers, he squeezed even harder. 

'I'm going to let go, Miss Pacitto,' he told me and I was surprised to hear a threatening tone in his voice. 

It sent shivers down my spine. 

'And when I do,' he continued, 'I want you to face the wall with your hands above your head. Understand?' 

'Y—es, Sir,' I struggled to say and he let go of my throat. 

I turned round and placed my hands above my head. I heard him unzip the suitcase and the next thing I knew he covered my eyes with a blindfold. Beneath my excitement was a hint of fear. I couldn't see anything. He could do anything to me. He grabbed my top and pulled it off before quickly taking off my skirt. Apparently he wasn't that interested in my outfit, much to my annoyance. I made the effort to look like a cheap tart, the least he could do is act like he enjoyed it. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me along. 

Being pulled by your hair when you can't see a thing isn't very pleasant. You never know when you're going to bump into something due to the other person's inability to guide you...not that I'm experienced with being blindfolded and led about...about the same time that is. He sat me down, pulled my hands behind my back and handcuffed them so tightly that it hurt. Then he spread my legs and cuffed my ankles to the legs of the chair. I was completely restrained, exposed and at his mercy. What came next was completely unexpected. 

He gagged me. 

I had expected to hear him unzip his trousers and for him to guide his cock to my mouth. OK, so he was going to finger me and make me squirm right? Nope. I heard his move his stuff about and then he turned the hotel TV on. I couldn't believe it. Had he really just tied me up to look like a hostage and then decide to watch TV? I had no idea how long was he going to leave me like that. What if I needed the toilet? Surely he wouldn't force me to piss myself would he? He never seemed like the type, but then again I never thought I'd be fucking my boss's wife. Life has a way of surprising you. 

I would occasionally squirm or push out my chest to grab his attention, but nothing worked. I had no idea how long he made me sit there but I was growing impatient when there was a knock at the door and my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I heard David get up from the bed and walk to the door. Wasn't going to at least drag me out the way so the person couldn't see me? I was pretty much right in front of the door! 

I heard the door open and someone enter the room. If I could have swallowed out of fear then I would have. 

'This her?' asked a voice. I didn't recognise it. 

'Yeah,' was David's blunt reply and he closed the door, 'What you think?' 

'Fantastic pair of tits on her,' replied the voice, 'A little bit chubby.' 

I took offense to that. I was a size twelve. In England that's considered voluptuous. It took me a minute to realise that I should have been wondering who the stranger was rather than being offended by his remark. It wasn't someone from work so whom did David trust enough to admit he was cheating on his wife? Maybe Jenny would recognise the voice. That would be interesting. 

'She has a fantastic arse,' David commented and I felt a bit grateful. At least he wasn't insulting my appearance. 'She's a right dirty cunt too.' 

I heard a pair of footsteps approach and I assumed it was the stranger. A hand reached out and cupped one of my tits and squeezed. 

'Nice,' said the voice and he grabbed the other one, 'Very nice,' and suddenly he entered me with his fingers. 'Not tight. This whore takes a lot of cock.' 

I nodded and he laughed. 

'Not ashamed, whore?' he asked and I shook my head, 'Want some more?' he asked and I nodded. 'Very well.' 

He withdrew his fingers and I heard the all-too-familiar sound of a trouser zip being undone. The gag was removed swiftly and I reached out with my mouth desperately. I found the cock and engulfed it. The stranger held the back of my head encouragingly and I did my best to please him, automatically going into full fuck-mouth mode by deep throating his throbbing cock. 

'You never told me she was a good cock sucker,' remarked the stranger. 

'Yes I did,' replied David and I heard him approach. 'She sucks a lot better than my fucking wife. Prissy bitch.' 

Uh-oh...Jenny wasn't going to like that. 

'I bet that's because Nicole here has been sucking cock for years, haven't you?' asked the stranger and I forced the cock so far down my throat that I gagged. 

I heard David unzip his trousers and I felt my heart leap. I was about to have a threesome. I was about to be fucked by a stranger and my boss in a hotel room. David tapped me on my head, indicating that he wanted my mouth now and I happily obliged. I made sure to pay him back for the treat that he had given me and he seemed to enjoy it. Two cocks all for me. I was a spoiled girl. They then made me quickly swap between the two, as was the way whenever I had two cocks to suck. I had seen this in many of the porn videos I watched and knew it was a case of the "one-two suck and swap". Every now and then they would slap their cocks on my face as I eagerly tried to recapture them in my mouth. 

'Stick your tongue out,' demanded the stranger and he started slapping his cock on my tongue, 'Oh I'm going to enjoy making you swallow my cum,' he told me gleefully. 

I tried to make a sexy "ohhh" noise...I don't think I was that successful. A porn actress I am not...not professionally anyway. I bet you'd like to watch that bukkake video wouldn't you? Not happening. 

'Let's uncuff her ankles,' said the voice and David obeyed his request. 

The stranger then grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up. He gave my left tit a hard swat before leading me to the bed and throwing my on my front. I expected him to start fingering my pussy again but instead he pulled my "chubby little arse cheeks" (his words) apart and spat on my asshole. What was he- 

'Ho—ly shit!' I gasped after he forced two fingers in my asshole. 

'That hurt, bitch?' he asked. 

'Yes!' I snapped. 

'Ready for my cock in your chubby arse?' he asked. 

'You wearing a condom?' I asked as he positioned himself and I felt the tip of his cock against my arse. 

'No,' he answered and squeezed lube all his cock and my arsehole, 'just shut up and take it,' he said and started to push his cock into my arse. 

'Oh God!' I said. The anal beads were nothing compared to his dick. 

I wanted him to stay still for a few moments for me to get used to the feeling, but he didn't, instead he began increasing the pressure, which automatically seemed to increase the pain as my anus stretched around his cock. He just carried on pushing himself in, deeper and deeper. I would have gripped the sheets if I could, but my hands were still handcuffed behind me so all I could do was dig my nails into my palm and clench my teeth. I wasn't used to anal. I had Googled it and knew that you had to gradually stretch the anus to prevent it from hurting too much by starting with fingering a few times. The anal beads, as I had already said, were nothing in size compared to this. I wonder if he realised that I was in pain. If he did, he didn't seem to care and he kept applying pressure, going in deeper. 




Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 04



Then came the first painful thrust and I let out a mangled noise that was half a moan of pain and half of pleasure. 

I wanted David to stop him. Surely he realised that I wasn't sure but then I remembered one little detail. It didn't matter. As David had said when he asked me for my opinion, I wasn't allowed one. I was their fuck toy and for tonight, that ownership now extended to this complete stranger. My arse was his. I was his. So I shut up. 

My hands were uncuffed and I was pulled up on all fours. The stranger continued fucking my arse while David fucked my mouth, spit roasting me. David held the back of my head while the stranger held me by my hips. Then they started to swap every so often. If you think they were gracious and washed their cocks before putting it in my mouth then you'd be wrong. Every attempt to remove the blindfold was met with resistance and punishment, either by going deeper into my arse and deeper down my throat or just slapping me. 

It took awhile for my arse to grow accustomed to the two cocks but they kept reapplying the lube to both their cocks and my anus to help me through it, even though my arse was burning. Sometimes they would pull out just to watch my anus shrink before ramming their cocks back inside. I instinctively started to move my body to their rhythm, and before I knew it they were fucking my mouth and arse hard and fast. 

All I could do was imagine what I looked like to this complete stranger as he fucked me with my arse high in the air for him to fuck. Then they decided to turn the tables on me. David laid down and I sat on him, his cock sliding into my pussy with ease. Then the stranger lent me forward and positioned himself, the tip of his cock pressed against my hot arse. They weren't really going to fuck my pussy and arse at the same time were they? It turns out that was exactly their plan. I can't even begin to explain what it felt like to have both my pussy and arse full of two hard cocks at the same time. Then they started ramming their cocks inside me and all kinds of noises came from my mouth. 

There was no respect for me. I was just their whore in high heels. It was an uncomfortable affair from a position standpoint. Neither of them seemed particularly sure about how to comfortably fuck both holes at the same time without the risk of completely crushing David and give him room to move his own cock. Sometimes the stranger would be the one thrusting at full force and other times David would be trying his best to do the same, but without the room or strength to do so. He still tried his best bless him. 

Then they had enough, recuffed my hands behind my back and forced me on my knees. 

'Open wide, bitch,' the stranger ordered and I did, sticking my tongue out. 

I heard both of them grunt as they wanked over my face and then they both shot their hot sticky cum over my face and in my mouth. I licked my cum covered lips seductively and then I heard them both get dressed. 

'I'll see you soon, Dave,' I heard the stranger say and then I heard him leave. 

Once the stranger was gone, David uncuffed me and took the blindfold off me, allowing me to go clean up in the bathroom. My legs were shaking and my arse was so fucking painful. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and wondered what Jenny thought of it all, if she was even still listening. 

That would be an interesting conversation. 

Once I was all washed up I went back into the other room to check my phone. David was lying on the bed with a satisfied grin, too busy being pleased with himself to notice me as I hung up on Jenny. It was then that my phone buzzed to inform me that I had an email. 

Dear Belle, 

I was searching through AdultWork when I saw your profile. Unlike the other girls I've seen you don't look like a Barbie doll and you look very sexy. I'll be in London on a business trip and it would be great if I could book you for a night. I've attached a picture of myself. If you like what you see then please get back to me so we can make the arrangements. 

Connor 

I opened the attachment and I got tingles just looking at him. 

'What are you smiling about?' David suddenly asked. 

I put my phone away. 'Oh...nothing. What do you want to do now, Sir?' I asked. 

'Well I'm going to watch Fast & Furious and you're going to suck me off through the entire film and guess what? It just started. Hope your jaw isn't aching too much, not that I care.' 

I got back on the bed and crawled over to him. His cock stiffened almost straight away and I took it in my hand. I threw my hair over my shoulder and took him in my mouth. I'm not sure who was happier: him or me.



Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 05



(Author's Note: I know it's been awhile. I'm sorry! Please don't spank me too hard! ;) Anyway this part features some watersports humiliation. I know not everyone is into that so I've marked the scenes to help you skip through it if you'd rather avoid it. It all takes place in (2) and I've written it so you can literally go from (1) to (3) without missing a major story beat. Anyway like I've said before I'd like you guys to tell me what you want to happen later on in the story. Everything's flexible.) 

(1) 

The comments that the stranger had made about me being slightly chubby got to me. I'm not. I'm curvy. There's a difference but what if Connor thought I looked big when we eventually met? I had emailed him back the next morning to arrange our meeting. He would be in London in five weeks so that gave me some time to at least try to lose some weight. I'm not much for diets but I quick a quick check online to see how much I should be eating vs. how much I actually was. No more chicken wings for me. With my job I didn't have time to go to the gym (and I couldn't go without any underwear on anyway) so I decided there was only one way I was going to get any exercise and that was during sex so whenever a member of staff decided they wanted a quick shag I would literally jump them and do all the work. 

I would straddle them and ride them in a way that made them cum so hard that their cum faces looked pained or at least shocked. One guy had me bent over to fuck me doggy style and he didn't even have to anything once he was inside me. I moved back and forth so quick and hard that he had to hold onto my hips to stop me from knocking him backwards. I even offered to give a hand job to whoever wanted one just so I could work on tightening my arms. I was basically using my co-workers as my gym equipment and it was hilarious. Even Jenny was surprised when I took control during one of our sneaky meetings by putting on the strap-on before she had taken off her bra. I think she actually liked me being the guy this time. She certainly liked it when I had her on all fours and pulled on her hair...then again what girl doesn't like that? I sure as hell do. 

'Are you OK?' she asked after I had given her the best orgasm I possibly could. She sounded unnaturally concerned and she cuddled up to me, which actually kind of freaked me out. We never did anything other than have sex. There was no cuddling or spooning afterwards. She would usually give me a "well done" pat and go and have a shower to wash the smell of my perfume off her. 

'Yeah,' I replied but she gave me a curious look, 'What?' 

She shook her head. 'It just felt like you were trying to fuck for England just now,' she replied and gave a tiny smile, 'I was just wondering if anything was bothering you?' 

I frowned. 'Last time I checked you were kind of blackmailing me to keep fucking your husband and you,' I reminded her, 'I don't think you're meant to care whether I'm fine or not.' 

She actually looked a bit hurt by this and let go of me. She rolled on her back and gave what was meant to look like a dismissive shrug but it wasn't convincing. I rolled onto my side and ran my fingers up her leg. 

'Are you OK?' I asked. 

'Yeah,' she said with a hint of a smile and I smirked. We had just had a complete role reversal in the space of a minute. 'I just figured we could be friends.' 

'You call me your own little cunt slut,' I replied with a laugh, 'And while I weirdly appreciate it...I don't think we're meant to be friends? You're fucking me to secretly get back at your husband and you're having me fuck him so you don't have to. It would be a weird friendship.' 

'Well...' she said, considering my words, 'no relationship is perfect,' she said and we both laughed and once we started it was awhile before we stopped. 

It was weird. Even though she had been laughing she still managed to sound miserable. She had been less aggressive with me when we were having sex (apart from our visit to the same hotel where David and the stranger had shared me for the night) and somehow I hadn't really noticed it that much. Sure my arse was still red whenever I left the house but it felt like she had been going easy on me. Maybe this was my chance to finally address something I had been meaning to ask her but was afraid to. 

'Are you...are you gay or bi?' I asked her and she gave me an unreadable expression, 'I'm just curious. You don't want to sleep with your husband and instead you have sex with me...very frequently and whenever you can find time.' 

She swallowed and looked away from me. 'I think I've been gay for awhile...' she replied softly, 'but by the time I realised I was trapped in a life with a man that I hate.' 

'Am I the first woman you've ever slept with?' I asked and she nodded. 

'I don't want you thinking I've fallen in love with you!' she said quickly, 'I just like your company and...well you are very pretty.' 

I smirked. 'But no stunner?' 

She laughed. 'Well you're no Kelly Brook. But you are sexy. You have that girl next-door vibe. You look like you could be all innocent but at the same time you're filthy as hell.' 

I nodded I agreement. 'True,' I said and looked down at the strap-on I was still wearing. I took the plastic dick in my hand and started rubbing it. 'Do you think it's weird for guys to have dicks? For them I mean? Do you think they look down at it and are just like "oh that's funny looking".' 

She started laughing again. 'No. I highly doubt it. They spend more time thinking with their dicks than thinking about it.' 

'Do you ever look at your pussy and think it's funny looking?' I asked. 

'I don't have time. Normally your face is pressed against it,' she smiled and I smiled back. 

'We could go to a lesbian bar if you want?' I suggested and she looked worried, 'what?' 

'Do you not want to have sex with me anymore?' she asked. 

'I do...but I can tell I'm just a distraction,' I replied, 'I think you'd be better off admitting to yourself that you'd be happier separated from David and finding someone you can actually stand.' 

'But this house-' 

'Do you want to be happy with someone you love or be trapped unhappily in a nice house?' I asked and laced my fingers through hers, 'I'll help you.' 

'If David finds out then that video of you is going online,' she told me and I shrugged. 

'Just don't tell him the bits involving me,' I replied, 'and if it does then I sue, get a nice sum of money and then you and I can fly off to Spain and find ourselves some nice Spanish people to sleep with. Maybe I could even start a career as a porn actress? That would most probably help with my sex addiction...' 

She laughed uncomfortably. 'Or you could become a hooker!' 

Then it was my turn to give an uncomfortable laugh. 

* 

(2) 

The longer the arrangement went on at work, the more daring they became. David especially became more easy going when it came to the way I was treated. I think the faux power he had was going to his head and in a way the same happened with all my co-workers. The ones who were originally more reserved and shy about being allowed to fuck me were now as demanding as the rest and the creepy group that made me sit at my desk until I pissed myself now brought in huge plastic sheets to lay on the floor for me to kneel on while I was forced to drink as much water as humanly possible and then piss in front of them while they took bets on how long I would last again. I complained to David and the punishment for my complaint had been to do it again, this time with everyone watching and taking bets. I don't get how someone can get off watching someone piss and, to be fair, not everyone seemed that interested but at the same time there were plenty of them that a) enjoyed seeing me humiliated and b) really liked winning some money. I don't see how anyone can get off watching some piss or get off from being pissed on. The technical terms for this are omorashi and urolagnia and it all baffles me but I was there to do as instructed, so if they told me to strip down and piss in front of them then that's what I had to do. Again, I'm not sure why but who am I to judge? You like what you like. 

Niall is one with a strange fetish. He likes to fuck my legs. He'll put his dick on the back on my knee and then close my leg around his dick and just start fucking my leg until he cums on the other one. If I'm wearing stockings then he'll awkwardly force his dick inside my stockings and just rub against my leg. I've never questioned this and just let him get on with it while giving him the sex eyes and a few murmurs of "yeah fuck that leg". It makes him really happy. Maybe his girlfriend doesn't let him do it at home? Sometimes I forget that David isn't the only husband working at the company. How many of them were cheating on their wives now? God that would be awkward if they brought them all to the Christmas do. I think I'll try to avoid that if possible. 

Anyway, it looked like the game of them taking bets on how long I could go without pissing myself would become a regular thing because two weeks before I was to meet up with Connor they made me do it again. They put the plastic sheet on the demonstration stage we had when we had team meetings and I was led up there by David and Jeff. Jeff was holding a tray carrying ten cups of water and I could see some of my other co-workers were standing by with their own trays. 

'Let's start the betting while Nicole drinks, shall we?' asked David and they all went mad, betting from as little as £10 to £200 while I drank all the cups of water on Jeff's tray and then the cups from the other five trays. 

The betting was still going on so they went and got me more cups to drink. Once all the bets were taken I was instructed to strip and kneel down. They then got to work while I waited for the desire to piss. I wasn't allowed to just go when I felt like it. That was punishable. I had to hold it in until I was bright red in the face. I had to look like I was in pain before they would let me. Usually they waited twenty minutes before giving me their attention again and that was also when I would often feel the first urge to go toilet. It felt so humiliating kneeling in front of all my co-workers completely naked and about to pee in front of them...but this was what I wanted. I wanted the humiliation and they were giving it to me. It still made me grow hot in the face with embarrassment though, no matter how much I enjoyed it. I had to think of this as practice for my secret hooker duties. I had listed watersports on the things I would do so this was a good way of overcoming my uneasiness with it. 

David could always tell when I was close because I started fidgeting with my fingers behind my back. Once this happened he would call for everyone's attention and they would turn on their seats to watch me squirm. I needed to piss so badly. I needed to let it go but I had to keep it in until it was physically impossible...plus I wanted to reward those who had bet I could last long for believing in me...that sounds so fucking weird right? 

My lips thinned and my jaw clenched. It was happening. I couldn't hold it anymore! 

The ones who had just won money cheered as I released and felt the intense wet heat run down my thighs and around my knees and feet. My legs shook with relief. As always I had to clean it up but I was just glad it was over. I was in the toilets cleaning up when the ringleader of the creepy group, Harry, came in. I was surprised and he grabbed me by my hair and dragged me to one of the cubicles. 

'What are you doing?' I asked as he lifted the seat up. 

'Get on all fours, bitch,' he demanded and I did as I was told. He went behind me and pulled his trousers down, directing his cock to my pussy. 'Lick the rim, whore!' 

'Are you serious?!' I replied but he grabbed my hair and forced my head forward towards the rim. 

'I said lick the fucking rim!' and he pushed his cock into me, 'do it!' he demanded and I gave in. 

I licked the rim of the toilet and he eagerly started pushing against me. This was the ultimate form of humiliation. One lick wasn't enough and he slapped me around the face to continue. It was disgusting, it really was but he loved it. 

'You're just trash,' I heard him mutter. 'Fucking piss bucket.' 

It couldn't have been any less sexy but he insisted that I keep licking the toilet rim, even to the point where he held my head right down onto it and even started directing my head around so I licked all round the front of the toilet. When that was done he pushed me forward so I could lick the rest of it. 

'Lick it you dirty piece of shit,' he continued to mutter. 'How does it feel me fucking your pissy pussy?' 

'It feels good, sir,' I lied. 

'Damn fucking right it does,' he said almost breathless with excitement, 'but this isn't about you, whore,' he said and pulled me back by my hair and forced me around. He started wanking with a gleeful look on his face. 'Open up, whore.' 

I opened my mouth and he shot his load over my face with hardly any of it landing in my mouth. Even after he had finished cumming he continued to wank so I kept my mouth open just in case. What happened next was unexpected. Suddenly he started pissing all over me and, thanks to the pressure brought on by the sex and the wank, it came out like a spray. I would have reacted in horror but after my first initial flinch of surprise I quickly regained myself. 

He took a few deep breaths and smiled down at me. 

'You dirty fucking piss whore,' he said and left me sitting on the floor covered in piss and cum. 

That took a lot longer to clean up and I smelt like piss all day. I was glad when I finally got home so I could have a shower. It couldn't get any worse than that could it? 

Wrong. 

The next day Harry and his little circle of weirdoes pulled me back into the toilets, pulled all my clothes off, forced me on my knees and circled around me before pissing all over me while I was instructed to keep my mouth open all times. I went home smelling of piss again and downed a whole bottle of vodka to get the taste out of my mouth. They were pushing my boundaries more and more and I couldn't tell whether I liked it or not. I liked the humiliation aspect but I didn't appreciate tasting and smelling of piss. 

To be fair it wouldn't count as humiliation if I enjoyed it. 

* 

(3) 

My meeting with Connor was steadily approaching and I could help but be extremely excited. Not only that but I had had over inquiries with the times much closer. I was surprised. I didn't think I'd get anything this fast. Turns out quite a few people liked the way I looked. To show up on the 'Local Escort' page for London I had to pay one credit per day (I won't even tell you how much each credit was) but by the look of it the jobs I was being offered would cover that no problem. Most were not as charming as Connor's email and simply consisted of "I saw your profile and would like to book an appointment". They were simple but at least I knew I was desired outside of work...and outside my boss's house. 

Deciding that I had to get used to strangers seeing me naked, I decided to offer webcam services online. I started with doing individual ones at first to get my confidence up. I would strip and they would give me instructions on what to do. Many were simple such as finger myself and then lick my fingers clean while others were more outlandish. One man had me deep throat a banana before inserting it inside my pussy and then eating it. Some would go on cam too, making it much easier for me to interact with them but many preferred to be anonymous and would just type their instructions. 

Eventually I built up enough courage to do a group chat. I didn't have that many join (I had twenty at the most) but I reminded myself that I was new. My webcam shows had received good reviews so I just had to wait for more to come. It was all about selling my product, which in this case was my body, so I had to interact with them more. So I made a several social media account where I posted pictures of either me in my underwear or my naked ass and tits. 

Yes, I get the hypocrisy of it. I was allowing myself to be "blackmailed" into being the office sex slave to avoid pornographic material of me going online. But guess what? I'm owning my sexuality. If I want a bit of humiliation roleplay and to flaunt myself like a whore then that was what I'm going to do... but I still blurred my face out of the pictures that I posted. 

Before I would have said no to the very idea of it all but I dunno...something changed after the bukkake. It awakened something in me. I'm not sure how to explain it but at work I was playing a role. I was the submissive slave who was there simply to be humiliated. My rights were slowly being taken away. It was very much what I imagined being in a Master/Slave relationship was like. 

But as a hooker I was treated like some kind of sex goddess- at least on the cam I was. It was strange. Complete strangers who were paying me for my attention spoke and treated me better than the men who at one point I considered friends. I'm not even kidding. With so many of the guys at work I had hung out with them for nights out or even just going round theirs to get pissed and play videogames. I had been under the assumption that they all considered me a little sister but the moment my will was taken away, they treated me like all those years of friendship had never happened. 

Yet I could be sitting in front of my laptop with my legs spread to complete strangers and rather than getting "whore" and "dirty cunt" I got "so sexy" and "perfection <3". I'd like to remind you that these were men who paid and therefore had more of a right to use me like a common whore. The inner workings of men's minds confused me. I wondered how Connor would treat me. 

Being my first I kind of wanted him to treat me gently but at the same time, him being my first, I wanted him to use me like the dirty whore I am. I didn't have much time to consider this through all the fucking at work during the day and the webcaming during the night and soon it was the day of the appointment. I woke up the morning of the appointment not sure how to feel at first. I just laid in my bed looking up at my ceiling unsure how my life had reached this point. A few months ago I was just a girl working at a game's developer in London and now I was a hooker. 

It was a Saturday and I was meeting him at the hotel on Park Lane. Something about having sex at a hotel tickled me. I spent most of the day watching Secret Diary of a Call Girl to prepare myself and when the time came, I showered for the second time that day, dried my hair, put my things in my hand bag and got dressed in a skin tight black dress, thankful that I had lost the amount of weight I had wanted. I looked fucking hot and the curls I had put in my hair gave it an extra bit of bounce. 

Before leaving I put on my big coat. I would look very out of place sitting on the Underground Tube in my fancy attire. The journey itself wasn't bad. I still felt very out of place and exposed but I put that down to my own nerves. It's very hard to spot a hooker now days- except for the kerb crawlers. I felt even more exposed when walking into the hotel. I tried to remember what Billie Piper's character said in Secret Diary. "Look like you belong" or something like that? My mind had gone to mush by that point. 

The hotel was actually very nice. It made me feel more high class than I actually am with its bright lights and marble flooring. I went into the bar/restaurant area and sat down at the bar. I ordered a drink to calm my nerves. I paid and turned on my chair just in time to see Connor approaching me. My stomach did a quick flip once he smiled at me. 




Nicole's Sexy Adventures Pt. 05



'Hello, Belle,' he took my hand and kissed it. I went bright red. 'How are you this evening?' he asked. 

'I'm fine, thank you,' I replied, 'and you?' 

'I'm fine, thank you,' he replied smoothly. 

He sat down next to me and ordered his own drink. I couldn't stop thinking about how handsome he was. His eyes were deep pools of blue and his dark hair was tidy in a very Gentleman-kind of way. Does that make sense? Either way he looked good and his suit fitted him perfectly, giving me a perfect look at his build. He looked like he could carry me over his shoulder for hours. 

'I was pleased to receive your email,' he told me. 

'I was just as pleased to receive it,' I told him, 'how did you know that I'm me though? I-' I lowered my voice, 'I blurred out my face in my pictures.' 

He smirked in such a way that it gave him a sexy rogue look. He took a sip of his drink before answering. 

'I have to admit that I may have been one of your..."webcam clients",' he told me and I went bright red, 'I did consider waiting so everything was a surprise but patience has never been my thing.' 

'Wow...err...what one were you?' I asked. 

'I was "Highlander_Mac",' he sniggered and it clicked. 

'Oh...as in Highlander with Connor MacLeod?' I asked and he looked surprised. 

'Yes. I wouldn't expect you to know it. It's not that popular,' he replied and I shrugged, taking a sip of my own drink, 'you are surprising.' 

'It had a cult following. You'd be surprised,' I said, unsure why we were talking about Highlander of all things, 'did you like what you saw?' I changed the subject. 

He nodded. 'I did. I was very impressed. You seemed to genuinely enjoy it.' 

'Do most of the girls not then?' I asked. 

It was his turn to shrug. 'Some do but others you can tell they're only doing it for the money. With the Internet it's so easy to do it now days and its easy money. Somehow I doubt that's your reasoning behind it?' 

It was true. I didn't need the money. I made enough at work. Was it really that obvious? 

'You would be correct,' I told him. 

There was no point in denying it. We spoke for about two hours discussing him, his life and his work. It wasn't what I expected to happen at all. I just expected it to be an in-and-out situation. It wasn't until my fourth drink that he suggested that we go upstairs to his room and by then I was more than willing. We went upstairs eagerly holding hands like naughty teenagers. 

He swiped his cardkey and we tumbled inside, mouths glued to each other. He pulled off my dress and had me against the wall in seconds, hiked up my dress and lifted me up so I could wrap my legs around him. I felt his erection press against my pussy, dampening my black thong. His mouth left mine and found my neck. My fingers ran through his marvellous black hair and I tightened my legs, pressing him cock harder against my eagerly awaiting cunt. 

He let me down, turned me around and held me against the wall. His mouth ran along the back of my neck and then down my shoulder while his hand slipped into my thong and found my sex. I gasped as his fingers entered me and I tilted my head back to find his mouth. With his free hand he unzipped my dress and pulled it down. With a skilled hand he unclasped my bra and pulled the cups down, freeing my breasts. He wasted no time in playing with them as he finger fucked me and all I could do was hold onto him for support. 

I was then pulled around again and his mouth clamped around my nipple. 

The booze and the ecstasy overtook my mind. His mouth left my nipple and before I knew it he was on his knees. He pulled down my thong and held my leg up to give him more room. His tongue ran along my soaking slit and I bit down on my lower lip to avoid moaning. My fingers ran themselves through his hair again, mostly to keep myself from falling. I looked down at the top of his head, unsure what to think. I wasn't sure I could think. I was too overcome by the pleasure running through me. His free hand reached up and cupped my breast. 

Everything became a blur and before I knew it I was naked, my dress discarded in the corner of the room. He took off his shirt jacket and I unbuttoned his shirt for him, running kisses down his chest as I did so. Soon his jacket and shirt joined my dress. I reached out for my bag and pulled out a condom. Yes, I know every guy hates them but I wanted to be safe. I unbuttoned his trousers and rubbed his erection through his boxers before pulling them off to. 

It was so fucking big. I ripped open the wrapping on the condom and, with a cheeky wink, I put it in my mouth and then gave him head. I pulled away and admired my handiwork. He looked at the condom on his cock in amazement and then looked up at me. 

'Holy fuck,' he said, 'I've never had a girl do that!' 

I climbed on top of him and lowered myself onto his cock. 

'That's because you've never fucked me before,' I replied and started to ride him. 

He looked amazed and sat up to get a better hold of me. His hands grabbed my arse and literally started to move me up and down. I didn't complain. I held onto his shoulders to make it easier for him and before I knew it he was on top of me and pinning me down. 

His mouth crushed against mine and his tongue dominated mine effortlessly. He was firm but not to the point where I had no say. If I wanted to be on top then I'd flip us over. If her wanted me on my side then he put me on my side. If I wanted to be fucked doggy style then I got on all fours. If he wanted to face fuck me then he either had me on my knees or literally just climbed over me so his cock hovered above my face. 

When I say he fucked my face I mean it. I wasn't just me giving him a blowjob. He literally forced it down my throat so I gagged and coughed whenever he pulled out. I loved it. He then flipped me on my front and I felt his cock trace my arse crack. 

'I want to fuck you arse now,' he told me. 

It wasn't a question. 

I nodded and reached back to spread my cheeks for him. He held the helmet of his cock against my anus and slowly pushed it in. I made a noise- I'm not sure how to describe the noise but it was definitely a noise. I then gripped the bed sheets and his hands pinned me down by my wrists. He moved in a slow pace at first and not going in to deep, giving my arsehole time to adjust to his girth. 

'Are you ready?' he asked in a low voice and I could have orgasmed just there and then. 

'Yes,' I breathed and he picked up the pace, forcing his dick deeper into me as he did. Moans and gasps escaped my mouth and he fucked my arse, his balls slapping against my cunt. It only then occurred to me that I was still wearing my heels and I laughed subconsciously. I'm not sure why. 

I then felt him tense up, telling me that he was close. He pulled out and ripped the condom off. I went to move but he held me down by my lower back. 

'Stay there,' he said in a raspy voice and started to wank. 'Stay right there.' 

It didn't take him long to explode all over my arse. 

'Oh!' I said and giggled. 

I looked back at him and he nodded, allowing me to get up to clean myself up. I went into the bathroom and cleaned my arse with the toilet paper and soap. Once I was done I let him use the bathroom and I got dressed. 

He came out of the bathroom and smirked. 

'That was amazing,' he said, reached out for his wallet and pulled out my pay. 'Here you go.' 

'Thank you,' I said, taking the money. I'd count it outside. 'We should do this again sometime.' 

'Next time I'm about I'll definitely give you a call,' he said and I reached up and gave him a kiss, 'thank you for an amazing night, Belle.' 

'Same to you,' I replied and left. 

Once the door closed behind me I quickly counted the money. He had paid me the exact amount and I put it away. I was giddy as hell as I left and I replayed the night in my head. Once I got home I received an email telling me I had received a review on my page. I read what Connor had wrote with a big grin on my face. I was in such a good mood that I went straight into my room to finger myself while thinking about Connor and his massive cock. 

I came in seconds.