0 comments/ 84219 views/ 4 favorites The Office Slut By: Jackie2 My name is Lisa. I work at an office in downtown Chicago. It's a great job. I make good money and am very happy but.... I have a weakness for sex. I don't mean to, but whenever I go out with a guy I always end up fucking him. I have the best intentions at first to hold out but if I get a couple of drinks in me and the guy comes on to me at all I just can't resist. There are about 20 thirty-something guys in our office and I've done most of them. I guess the word got around that I was good... and easy. Only one I went out with never tried to make a move on me. I don't know why. This has certainly gotten around to the other women in the office because I am pretty much shunned except by Kathryn, even though I've never used sex to get ahead. That's why I almost feel I should move on but like I said, I really love my job. Two of the guys in the office, Greg and Bill are roommates. Greg caught on early that I am very submissive sexually. He has exploited my submissive nature more and more over the past few months and I have loved every minute of it. Greg told me recently that he and Bill were having a party for some of the people at work. He wanted me to help host it. On the night of the party I arrived at Greg's dressed, I thought, quite sexy. Greg said he had purchased my outfit for the evening and that it was in the bedroom. It consisted of a short red skirt, black very sheer crop top, red high heels, black stockings, and garter. I must say I have been blessed with a killer body, and the outfit really did show off my nice long legs, flat hard stomach, and my big super sensitive nipples, and the top contrasted nicely with my blonde hair. It was a little strange when the guest started arriving. I'm sure many of the guys who had brought dates were a little uneasy to see me there. I played it very cool though. Greg just wanted me to mingle and make sure the guest had everything the needed. It went pretty normal for a while but as the drinks started flowing and the lights started getting dimmer some of the single guys started getting more touchy- feely. I have to admit it was getting me very turned on. At one point I was standing by the couch talking to Josh and he leaned over and started kissing me. About that same time I felt a hand going up my inner thigh. As Josh's kisses were getting more passionate the hand got higher until it was stroking my very wet slit. In a matter of minutes I started getting really hot. Josh probably though it was just his kisses. I was really getting into it and about ready for a nice cum when the manipulation stopped. Suddenly Greg was beside me and said he needed to talk to me. He told me to go to the bedroom, leave the lights off, and get on the edge of the bed on my hands and knees with my skirt pulled over my ass. God, I was ready for this! I must have been in there 10 minutes or more in the dark when someone entered. They walked over, said nothing, and started stroking me. It felt so good! I was in heaven. After I was good and wet the fingers started spreading some of that juice to my asshole. Soon a digit started working into my ass. Aggravatingly slow and gentle. Finally! I was totally penetrated and I started rocking back and forth. Then the fingers started in on my pussy and clit. It felt so damn good having a thumb up my ass and a finger stroking my clit. I was almost out of my mind now, and then it stopped. I thought god, no! Then the person brought their fingers to my mouth. I devoured them. I felt so damn nasty. After that I was offered a cock and I sucked it greedily. I sucked for only a few minutes before the guy got behind me and stuffed his cock in cunt. Oh, yes! But again he pushed it in and out slow and easy. He'd bury it deep inside me and then bring it all they way out where the tip had to be stimulating my G-spot. Yeah, I believe I've got one. After a few minutes of this he spoke. He said he was tired of doing all the work and it was time for me to fuck him. That's all it took. I started ramming my ass back and forth on that cock like there was no tomorrow. He must have been ready to cum because it wasn't 2 minutes and he was shooting his load up inside of me. When I felt that hot juice I was just about ready to explode myself, but then he pulled out God I was so close! But denied.. He told me I could leave now, or if I wanted more to fix my hair and lips and rejoin the party. If I did decide to stay though, anything goes. At that point I was could care less, I was ready for anything just as long as it meant me getting off. When I came back out it was quite strange. I was reeking of sex, had just been royally fucked and didn't even know who it was. The party had really thinned out now and the lights were really dim. It looked like most of the guys with dates had left. Kathryn was the only woman I saw. She brought me a drink. Said I looked like I needed one, and I did. We were in a good conversation when suddenly she leaned over and kissed me! Now I know why she still liked me. I really had never kissed a woman before but it felt really nice. I liked her perfume, the tasted of her lipstick, the way her soft tongue penetrated my lips. As we got more passionate her had snaked down my belly. She put it down the front of my skirt and found a very gushy pussy! I just let her go for it. I was really getting off on this but Greg had other ideas. He walked up and said "I hate to interrupt you ladies but we are going to play a little game"... He said this game was sort of a cross between musical chairs and Wheel of Fortune. The guys had brought out a large carpeted turntable about 3 foot off the ground. Probably something from their old fraternity days. I was instructed to take off my skirt and top and get on the wheel. The participants would station themselves around the circle. They would not be across from each other. Greg would then spin the wheel. When it stopped the person nearest my head or ass would be the participant. They would have about 5 minutes to be serviced orally or fuck me whichever end the closest one was on. Kathryn said she wanted to play too so it was decided that if she was closest she would get the head now matter what. I think there were six participants. The catch was, if you were chosen you were out after the 5 minutes. The last one left got to finish until climaxing. Greg spun the wheel. He spun it quite easily so I wouldn't get too dizzy but it still made several revolutions. The first guy was on my backside. He fucked me fast and furious like he wanted to cum before the time was up but Greg called time everyone groaned. On it went, I'd just really be getting into it and Greg would put a halt to it. Finally I came to a stop right in front of Kathryn. She dropped her skirt and panties and I went to work. This was another new experience for me. She had no taste actually but was very wet and buttery. I was really quite enjoying it. She took my head and was pushing it very hard to her. I know she was loving it too and then that damn Greg said "time" much to chagrin of everyone. Finally there was only one. Jack was the lucky guy. Greg spun the wheel as a formality and when it came to a halt with my ass closest to Jack everyone cheered. Not having to worry about a time limit Jack was very deliberate. He grabbed my hips and stroked in and out all the time talking dirty to me, telling me what a nasty slut I was. Everyone was just eating it up. Finally he said he was getting close, and I was too. He grabbed me by the hair and really started pounding me. I could feel my butt giggle a little with each stroke. He told me to start fingering myself and come with him. I was so grateful! Finally I could let loose and know I was going to able to cum. He was slamming me faster and faster until I felt his hot liquid shooting into me. That set me off and I just started screaming, it felt so damn good! I just laid on that wheel panting until I realized how exhausted I was. Greg helped me up and told me how great I had done. After a while most everyone had left and there were just a few of us sitting on the couch. Kathryn told me she was feeling cheated. I was really exhausted but wanted to help her feel as good as I did. I undid her blouse and bra and started sucking on those luscious nipples. I guess I just love sex no matter who its with because this felt so good to me too. I got down on my knees and went to work on that sweet pussy. She was so worked up from the earlier events that it didn't take long to bring her to a roaring climax much to the delight of the remaining guys. That was it for this party but I'm sure that Greg is already planning something equally outrageous at another time. The Office Slut “Yes? What is it, Miles?” George Peterson looked up from his lunchtime crossword and glanced idly at Miles Slattery as he grinned at him around the office door. A few crumbs from his chicken sandwich had scattered over sixteen across; one of the many clues that George had still yet to solve. “Have you seen her yet, boss?” Miles was one of the younger members of George’s staff and could be a real pain in the ass at times. His light brown hair flopped fashionably over one eye and made George think that the young clerk needed a good haircut. “Who are we talking about now?” George sighed expansively. He guessed that one of the girls from accounts or the computer room was now the current fixation of Miles and the rest of the young office males. All they ever seemed to do was think about sex these days, George pondered. It was a surprise that they ever got any work done – which Miles rarely did. George looked at his young clerk and then back down at the crossword. He brushed the crumbs away from sixteen across and read: To pull and tug vigorously; four letters. He smiled to himself and wrote: j-e-r-k. Thank you Miles, he thought. “The new temp.” Miles suddenly exclaimed excitedly. “What?” George looked up a little confused. “Come on, boss. Try and keep up! The new temp? In Frank Walker’s office? Have - you - seen - her - yet?” George suddenly remembered what the conversation was about and knew that he was beaten. He pushed the newspaper to one side and threw his empty sandwich wrapper in the litterbin. “Er, no. Why?” “Oh man!” Miles enthused. “This one is a real cracker! Not so young, I suppose, but she’s a complete nymphomaniac!” George was surprised that Miles even knew what the word meant. “I thought you guys were only interested in leering at girls just out of high school,” George said. “What’s so special about this older woman?” “You’re not listening, boss.” Miles continued becoming visibly more agitated. “This woman can’t get enough. We’re taking it in turns to go into her office at lunchtime and bang her. Also, we’ve got a hole made in the wall of the office next door so while one of us does the business, the others can watch! It’s Ray Hunter’s turn today. Come on, George, come and have a look!” George knew only too well that if he chickened out on this, his life would be made a living hell for ages. The young studs of the office would get months and months of pleasure from reminding him of his failure to rise to this challenge. If truth be told, George had lost interest in sex a few years ago. He was still capable, he knew – quite often he would develop an erection when passing a sexy looking woman in the street – but the desire had gone. It was his wife, Kay he felt sorry for the most; a few years younger than him, George was well aware that her desire for a physical relationship had not dwindled as his had – in fact, if anything, it had grown stronger. But Kay had been very understanding. She had not pestered him for sex or teased him about his lack of ardour. But then, while tidying the bathroom one day, George had found a long, realistic looking vibrator. He understood better then why his wife seemed as content as she was. He was happy that she had found an alternative arrangement. “Come on, boss.” Miles called excitedly and broke George’s reverie. “We don’t want to miss anything!” The though of watching Ray Hunter’s buttocks bouncing up and down between the legs of some poor unfortunate woman did little for George but he knew there was little choice. With a deep sigh he got up from behind his desk and followed his young clerk out of his office and along the corridor. “Hey, guys,” said Miles as he ushered George into the small, dark office. “The boss is going to join us today!” There were already three young men crowded into the office and they nodded greetings to George as he entered. George could see a small hole in the side of the wall that backed onto Frank Walker’s old office. He had no idea that his sick colleague had already been replaced by a temp. “Come on, boys!” Miles joked. “Let old George have a look.” “Ray is just about to go in.” Said one of George’s young staff as he was pushed towards the spy-hole. “She’s just sitting there waiting for him!” As George obligingly positioned his eye against the small hole, his whole life suddenly changed. He had been a little apathetic about spying on another member of staff and had thought that he would have just a quick peek and then break the little group up on the pretext that they all had work to do. But now things were different. He now seemed to remember Kay saying something a few days ago about starting a new temporary job – but in his wildest dreams (or darkest fantasies) he had not the slightest idea that she was working here, in Frank Walker’s old office. The sudden realisation that his staff had been discussing his own wife quickly dawned on him. But if he backed out now they would ask him for an explanation and George Peterson wasn’t sure that he had one. He wasn’t sure that he had any answers at all. He had no option but to keep his eyes glued firmly to the spy-hole. As George continued spy on his wife, he heard the door to her office slowly open and the unmistakable sound of Ray Hunter’s familiar drawl as he entered. “You been waiting on me, baby?” Kay nodded wordlessly as her eyes peered up over the rim of her glasses. George thought that she looked a little flushed; excited. He watched as Ray sauntered – almost swaggered – towards the big desk and obscenely cupped his hand to the front of his suit pants. “Or maybe,” he continued, “it’s this that you’ve been waiting for!” George watched as Kay licked her lips appreciatively and nodded again. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to; the look of lust on her face told Ray – and George – all they needed to know. “It’s right here for you, sweetheart.” Ray said. “Just waiting for you. Come and get it.” Even before Ray had managed to finish his sentence, Kay was up from behind her desk and dropping to her knees in front of the younger man. His zipper was down in a second and her hand was inside his pants, urgently working to free his member. George was watching avidly. He could hear words of encouragement from the younger men behind him but he paid them no mind. He couldn’t have torn his eyes away from the sight he was currently looking at even had he wanted to. And he didn’t want to. Not one little bit! As Ray’s suit pants and underwear hit the floor, Kay’s long, slender fingers immediately wrapped themselves around his hot shaft. Ray’s cock was almost immediately erect and Kay had only to tease the head a little and run her long fingernails luxuriously under his scrotum to see the hard, pulsating result. “Yeah, baby. Suck on it!” Ray mumbled as he leaned back on the desk. “Take me deep in your mouth, slut!” George blanched slightly as he heard his wife referred to in such derogatory terms but quickly realised that Ray was speaking the truth. Mrs. Kay Peterson was clearly the Office Slut! Slowly, Kay’s head bent forwards. Her mouth opened wide as the trembling, pulsating head of Ray’s cock disappeared between her soft, painted lips. The young man sighed deeply as he felt the warm, wetness of her mouth enclose around him. His eyes closed and he leaned back, forcing a little more of his turgid weapon into the older woman’s willing mouth. George’s mouth felt dry to the bone as he watched his wife expertly fellate the young executive. Her head was bobbing up and down slowly and gently and her fingers, still elegantly wrapped around the hard base of Ray’s shaft were twisting and pulling as she encouraged him to thrust deeper and deeper. George realised that he had been holding his breath and let out a wheezy exhalation. He knew that he was excited – he could feel the erection that had developed beneath his pants urgently pressing against the material of his shorts – and it was becoming very difficult to keep his breathing regular. He couldn’t understand why, at this moment, he wasn’t running into Kay’s office and screaming abuse at her and Ray. But he wasn’t. He wasn’t doing anything at all. Just watching. Back in the next office, Ray was pulling Kay up onto her feet. As his penis slipped from between her wet lips it bounced back and slapped against the young man’s flat, muscular stomach. Kay gasped breath back into her lungs and stood up. Her hands were already busy unbuttoning her blouse and as the garment fell to the floor, she reached behind her and swiftly unclasped her lacy, white bra. Ray’s hands instinctively reached out and began to fondle the heavy orbs of her firm breasts. The nipples were already hard and swollen and as he rolled them between his fingers George heard his wife moan low in her throat and close her eyes. But Kay was clearly not about to stop her impromptu strip tease with just her blouse and bra. She looked a little disappointed as she disengaged Ray’s hands from her tits but seemed to put this thought far from her mind as she kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt. The panties followed quickly and she was about to roll down her black stockings when Ray’s voice suddenly stopped her. “No, leave them on, baby. I want to fuck that sweet, sexy cunt of yours while your wearing those stockings.” Kay smiled and, nodding, quickly changed positions with her young stud. Leaning back against the desk she spread her legs and planted both stocking clad feet well apart on the carpeted floor. George stared directly between her legs and was fascinated to discover that his wife had shaved her pussy completely bald. He wondered when she had done this and was surprised to realise that it had probably been several months since he had last seen her naked. Ray moved swiftly in between Kay’s legs. His cock was hard and throbbing as he pressed the head against her pouting sex-lips. Kay’s hand moved down. She gripped the shaft firmly and pressed herself forward. George watched as inch after inch of the young man’s tool slipped easily into his wife’s hot, willing vagina. The two coupled easily. George stared as he saw Ray’s large erection slide effortlessly into his wife’s pussy. It was completely obvious that she was already quite wet and as the young man began to pump himself steadily back and forth, Kay’s hand dropped between her legs and began to feverishly strum her visible and lust-swollen clit. The sound of frantic coupling could be clearly heard through the thin, partitioned walls of the office. The rest of George’s staff were listening and quietly encouraging their colleague. “Fuck her, man!” Said one. “Do it, Ray. Make the slut come.” Another quickly commented. “Yeah! Let’s hear the slut get off, Ray!” George pressed his eye harder up against the spy-hole and swallowed audibly. Kay was now half sitting and half standing. One of her long, stocking clad legs was up and resting over Ray’s shoulder as he brutally thrust himself in and out of her dripping pussy. Her fingers were still busy on her clitoris and, as she received a series of long, deep lunges from Ray, George suddenly saw her entire body stiffen and her eyes close. A Long, deep moan escaped her lips as she climaxed and, amid quiet sounds of approval from the other men, George watched his wife’s body tremble and shudder through a clearly massive orgasm. George could see that Ray intended to fuck the older woman right through her climax. She was obviously to be given no rest at all. His body looked a blur as he literally hammered himself in and out; thrusting his hard, swollen cock as deep into Kay’s pussy as it was possible to get. Kay grunted loudly every time the young executive’s tool bottomed out in her hole and trembled violently as a series of smaller orgasms rippled over her tight frame. It was also clear that Ray was approaching his own climax as beads of perspiration were breaking out on his forehead and the muscles in his arms and legs began to tense. With what George thought was a display of amazing self-control, Ray suddenly pulled out of Kay’s pussy with a gasp. Her hole gaped as it was so abruptly vacated and her eyes clearly demonstrated disappointment. But Kay was not to be disillusioned for very long, George realised. Ray grunted. One hand gripped his throbbing cock while the other almost dragged Kay down onto the floor. She fell to her knees a little surprised until she suddenly seemed to realise what was required of her. “Get yourself over here!” Ray growled as he pulled her forcefully towards his twitching weapon. “I got a present for you, slut!” George watched as the young man held on to Kay’s head with one hand while feverishly rubbing his cock with the other. “Open you mouth, bitch. I’m going to cum!” Kay obeyed without hesitation. As soon as her soft lips parted, Ray pushed his swollen cock between them. His cum started to flow almost immediately and as much as Kay swallowed and gulped on the hot, sticky issue, inevitable trickles began to ooze from the corners of her mouth and meander down into the deep valley between her breasts. The last thing George saw before he was pulled away from the spy-hole by Miles was his wife and her young stud collapsing exhausted and sticky onto the carpeted floor. “Shit, George!” Miles complained. “You watched the whole thing. Nobody else even got a chance!” “Er…well, yes,” George started. “But that’s because she’s …..” He stopped himself suddenly. He certainly didn’t want any more information about him or his wife working it’s way through the office grapevine. “She’s what?” Miles asked. “Um….well….I expect she’ll be doing it all again tomorrow.” George finished with a relieved sigh. “You bet she will!” Miles continued, smiling excitedly at his boss and winking. “And guess who’s turn it is then?” George gasped involuntarily as he realised the significance of what his young clerk was saying. He hadn’t fucked his wife in so many months he almost wondered if he remembered how, but the aching erection still throbbing and pulsating in his underwear told him that he would manage somehow. Every office had one and this one was his! He was already looking forward to taking his turn with the office slut! The End The Office Slut Erin was the perfect girl next door. She grew up in the suburbs and did everything good girls were supposed to do. She was proper and responsible in every way. She was smart and incredibly ambitious. It was never a surprise when she got the highest grades in class. By the time she was 23, she had earned a degree in economics and was ready to take on the world. Erin made the tough decision to move away from her tight knit family so she could live in New York City. It was the first step in her dream of eventually becoming the CEO of a large corporation. Reality soon sunk in and she quickly realized the competitive nature of the business world. All she knew was that she would do anything to climb the corporate ladder. The Office Slut "Are you serious?" Erin gasped. The two interns were having lunch together in the park. They were the same age and struggled with the same problems. "That's what I heard," Melinda replied. "There's more lay offs coming and they're talking about getting rid of more of the paid interns." "Oh god. Just when I thought my life was under control. If I lose this internship, I'll probably have to move back home if I can't get another job right away." "I'm in the same boat. It really sucks." Erin looked at her friend with puppy dog eyes. "I just wish there was something we can do, you know, besides whining and moaning about it. Maybe we could write management a letter explaining to them how hard we've been working, and how dedicated we are." "Well there is something we could..." Melinda said before stopping herself. "Never mind. Forget I said anything." "What? Come on, tell me. We're on the same boat here." Melinda sighed, "Promise you won't tell anyone? I mean, this stays strictly between us." "Promise. Girl Scout's honor." "Well, before you started working here, there was another intern who I was partnered with. She started getting called in by 'the boss,' and before long she got hired working a full time job for the company. Rumor has it, she did sexual favors for him, but she never admitted it to anyone. So if you want, that's always an option." Erin blushed, "So what do you think happened? For all anyone knows, 'the boss' Richard really likes her work. Rumors are rumors right?" "Maybe, but a few ladies that work here say they've heard the same thing. Plus I once smelled a faint odor in her breath after she meet with him if you know what I mean..." "You mean..." Melinda lewdly made an O-shape with her lips and pretended to stroke an imaginary penis in front of her face. "I know exactly what cum smells like, and it came from her breath. She probably gave him a blowjob in his office." "Oh god," Erin gasped. "I can't believe you just did that in public." She sighed, "Meh. It's New York City, people here have seen everything." "You're probably right. People here seem pretty immune to just about anything. Anyway, we should head back now. We wouldn't want to be late." "Of course not, or we could just give Richard a couple of blowjobs so he won't fire us," Melinda joked while once again doing on oral sex gesture. "Jeez! Melinda! I'm going back inside before anyone thinks we're hookers." *** CLIMBING THE CORPORATE LADDER *** A few days passed and Erin received the dreaded news; she was being called into the boss's office. She made her way there before stopping by the bathroom to fix herself in the mirror. Her professional attire looked perfect and she took deep breathes to calm herself down. The last thing she needed was to appear vulnerable to her superior, at least that's what her mother always taught her. After a few more deep breathes and touch ups to her appearance, she left the bathroom and entered the office. *** The room was filled with awkward silence as Richard reviewed documents while sitting behind his desk. He was a handsome man in his early 40's, well built, and sharply dressed. "Everything looks good," he said. "I respect a well educated woman, and have quite a few academic distinctions and notable internships. I like that." "Thank you. I've always been driven to work hard and motivated to succeed. I've learned the work ethic that I have from my parents, and I can assure you that I'll do my very best to apply those virtues to the benefit of this great company." "Did you practice that statement in front of the mirror?" he asked with an eyebrow raised. "Umm...was I that obvious?" she nervously replied. He nodded, "It was. I'm not a big fan of canned responses in a one-on-one setting. I believe in speaking from the heart. A conversation is more authentic that way." "Oh, I'm sorry. Maybe we can start again?" "I have a question for you: Why do you think you're sitting in my office right now?" Erin took a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure I'm about to be let go. I've heard rumors about more lay offs coming and I figured you were going to tell me to my face." "If there's one thing I've learned in all my years in business, it's that people with too much time on their hands talk too much. We're doing just fine. In fact, we're expanding." "So you're saying I'm not being released?" she asked, holding back a sigh of relief. "No, you're not. On the contrary, I've been reviewing your work and I think you have a lot of potential with us. Part of what makes a successful company is being able to spot new talent and promoting them." Her eyes lit up and she wanted to shout with joy, but once again, she didn't want to appear vulnerable in any way. "That's certainly welcoming news Richard," she smiled. "I'm up for anything you have to offer and I'll give it 100% of my abilities." His eyebrow raised, "Anything?" "Well...uh...you know what I mean...I'm willing to work hard for you...that's all..." she stammered, hoping she didn't sound like she was offering her sexual services. Richard calmly stood up and casually moved to the front of his desk, with his crotch just a short distance from her face. "Erin, I like you. You seem like a bright person, and I know that you'll do whatever it takes to get ahead in this world. Isn't that right?" Without thinking, she slowly dropped to her knees and looked up at him, awaiting his orders. He smiled looking at her. "Erin, I don't know what you're doing down there, but I didn't call you in my office so that we could have sex." A mortified look immediately appeared on her face. It was the worst moment of her personal & professional career as she utterly humiliated herself in front of her boss. She sprung back to her feet like a rabbit and tried to apologize. "Oh my god...Richard...I'm soo incredibly sorry. I...I don't know what came over me. I just thought..." "Was this something you heard again? Perhaps from the same women who filled your mind with the idea that you would be let go?" Erin held her head down and was glad she wasn't fired on the spot. "I honestly don't know why I did that. It just happened and I wasn't thinking. I feel like a total ass right now." "Stop apologizing. You're young and new to the corporate world. We'll continue this conversation tomorrow, and hopefully we can get into more substantive issues. My secretary will fill you in on the new position we're offering you. You can review it to see if you want the job, and I suspect you will." "Thank you. You know, I have to say, you're a lot different than how I initially thought of you. This could be star of something great." "Oh?" he replied. "What was your first impression of me?" She playfully smiled, "That you were a jerk. I'm usually a good judge of character but I was way off this time. You seem like a good guy." The two of them shook hands. "You know something, you're right, I think this is the start of a great relationship." *** MAKING AN OFFICE SLUT *** The next day. Erin sat in the waiting room while Richard was on the phone with an important client. She felt excited. Ever since her last meeting with him, all she could think about was the potential employment opportunities she had at her disposal. She even called her parents the moment she got back to her apartment to tell them the good news. "He's ready to see you now," the secretary stated. Erin smiled at her and walked into his private office. "It's good to see you again Erin. You certainly look vibrant today." She looked down at her best designer outfit and smiled back at him. "Thank you sir. I wanted to look the part of a good corporate woman." They shook hands and sat in their respective seats in the office, with him behind the desk, and her on the chair facing him. "Let's get straight to the point; you come across as a very ambitious young woman. That was the first impression I had of you when we first met months ago," he said. "Your instincts would be correct. I've always been ambitious." "So what's your ultimate goal in life?" Erin smiled, "This is going to sound incredibly cliche, but I want to be a CEO one day. I think modern women have the ability to compete with men, and I want to be one of them. I also love the idea of being a positive role model for women everywhere." "That sound fantastic," he said, smiling back at her. "I like people who think big. I really do. I'm also a very driven individual, which is why I'm sitting behind this desk holding the keys to your future. I would hate to see you stumble at this critical moment in your career." She was slightly taken aback by his arrogant and condescending response, but of course she couldn't show her disdain. "So, what are we here to discuss today? Something good I hope." He paused a moment and looked at her. "Erin, I want to ask you something very personal, and I sincerely hope you don't take offense to it." "I'll try not to." "Do you enjoy being naked?" he asked bluntly. "Excuse me?" "You heard me correctly. Do you enjoy being naked?" "I honestly don't see how that's any of your business," she replied with a stern voice. "I need to know if I can trust you. If you're going to be working for me, then it's important for us to have an open and honest working relationship. Our department handles tens of millions of dollars annually and I'm not going to hire anyone based on a pretty face. Can you understand that Erin?" "Yes. But I don't think that gives you the right to..." He cut her off mid-sentence. "If I can't trust you, then maybe I should just offer this job to Melinda instead. She seems like a trustworthy person. She's also been here much longer than you have. I think she might be more deserving of this promotion instead of you." "Wait," Erin immediately replied. "I want this job. I want you to trust me." "Then stand up and take off your top. Be a good girl for me." Erin took a deep breath and stood up. It was as if her body was operating on auto pilot. She took off her jacket and placed it neatly on the chair. One by one she starting undoing the buttons of her blouse until she stood in her bra. "Very nice," he commented. "You're a tight little package. Now the skirt." Her fingers went to work undoing her skirt, and she neatly placed it on the chair with her other clothes to avoid any wrinkles. "Do you trust me now?" Erin asked, hoping that this would be the end. "Not yet. Trust is a very hard thing to achieve. I think you know what comes next." After a deep breath, she reached back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Then she reached down and took off her panties, leaving her completely naked except for her heels. It was the most vulnerable she had ever felt in her life, exposing her thin body to her boss. Richard didn't respond and his face remained expressionless. He got up from his chair and walked over to her. His physically imposing body towered over her petite frame. "Do you trust me now?" she asked nervously. "Can I get dressed." His hands reached out and cupped her small breasts and he played with her stiff pink nipples. "Not yet. I want you to show me how good you can be. Get down on your knees." Erin got down on her knees and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. She knew what was coming next. "And the rest?" he said. "I'm sure a pretty girl like you knows what to do in this position." With shaky hands, Erin reached up and unzipped his pants. She hated what she was doing. She hated being in that degrading position. But it was a price she was willing to pay for success. Before long his raging hard cock was free and she was holding it in her hands, stroking it. "If I suck it for you, will you give me the job?" she asked. "Do you promise?" "I promise. Now do what I brought you here for." Her lips opened and she leaned forward to take his throbbing cock inside of her pretty mouth. Nerves had consumed her. It had been a while since she had last been with a guy, and she had never been comfortable giving oral sex. To top it all off, she was doing it to her boss whom she barely knew, and for a job. Her hands were almost trembling as she held his penis while she sucked and bobbed her head. The room was filled with the lewd noises of slurping sounds from her mouth on his penis. Just when she started getting used to performing the sex act, he reached down with both hands and began to rub her hair. It made her uneasy that he was caressing her and trying to pull her head down so she would take him deeper, but she didn't have a choice. She wasn't in a position to complain. "That's it Erin," he breathed. "I'm almost there. Don't stop." She worked with more intensity and he groaned. It wasn't just for his satisfaction, she wanted this to end as soon as possible. "I'm going to cum in your mouth," he said. "We wouldn't want any stains on you or my carpet would we?" She simply looked up at him and nodded while sucking. She almost wanted to cringe at the fact that she was being compared to his carpet. Erin hated the taste of cum. But he didn't care. Richard had her open her mouth and he furious stroked himself, sending load after load of his cum onto her tongue. When he finished, he used his fingers to close her lips, signaling for her to swallow, which she did. "Great job Erin. I'm sure you'll be a big star in this company one day." "Can I get dressed now?" she asked, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. She stood up and they were face to face. He was still breathing heavy as he zipped himself up. "Fine. Go ahead. But I have a special assignment for you. I want you to get naked as soon as you get home. I want you stay naked in your apartment all night." "Why?" "Because it's part of the job," he smiled. "It stays between us. Report back to me tomorrow. Now get going, I've got work to do." She quickly got dressed and avoided eye contact. She felt humiliated, but she didn't have a choice. "What time should I come tomorrow?" "Early in the morning if you decide you want the job. We've got a busy day tomorrow. I'd like to get you started right away. Believe me, I'll make sure you're well compensated for the work you'll be doing." She didn't like his tone, or the innuendos he was making. It was the price of success as far as she was concerned, and she sloppily put on her clothes before leaving without saying goodbye. As soon as she left his office, the secretary handed her a packet and smiled, having an idea of what went on behind closed doors. *** GOOD GIRL / BAD SLUT *** It was early evening and Erin was on the phone with her mother, letting her know the good news of the recent promotion. She was laying on her bed, naked as she had been instructed, while having the conversation. "I'm so proud of you," her mother said, beaming with pride. "I wish you could have seen the look on your father's face when you told him. We're both very proud of you." "Thanks mom. You and dad have really supported me a lot throughout the years. I know it wasn't easy." "Anything for you," she replied. "We've always known that you were a special girl since the day you were born." Erin smiled, "Thank you. It really means a lot to me to hear encouraging words from you and dad. That's why I called. I miss both of you." "And we miss you. Who knows, maybe your father and I can fly out to New York in a couple of weeks and visit you? It would be nice to see you as a grown business woman. Maybe you could give us a tour of your new office." "I...I don't think that's such a good idea just yet. I'm still new here and I don't want to make a big fuss about anything." "Nonsense," her mother replied. "We'd be thrilled to visit your office and meet the people you're working with in the corporate world. Believe me, you've really shattered the glass ceiling for women in our family and your grandmother would be extremely proud to see you now." "Mom, I've got to go." "Is everything okay?" "Yeah," Erin replied. "It's just...it's been a long day and I need some rest. I'll talk to you soon." "Okay, I love you sweety." "I love you too mom." *** After that conversation ended, Erin immediately called Melinda. "Hey Erin," she answered. "Where have you been? I tried texting you all afternoon and I didn't get a response. Are you alright?" "Everything's fine. Look, I wanted to let you know that I've recently been promoted. It's a well paying job. Unfortunately we won't be able to work together anymore. I'll be on the upper floor." "That's great! I'm so happy for you! But yeah, I'll miss having you around. You're like my best friend here in the city." "You're my best friend here too Melinda," Erin replied. "I was so worried when I found out that you had been called into Robert's office and then you disappeared for the rest of the day. We all thought you had been let go." "God, tell me about it. I was scared to death yesterday, but it's worked out well." She laughed. "Yeah, it's worked out well alright, for you! You're so lucky. All of us lowly interns are still struggling to pay the rent. Meanwhile you'll be moving to a much bigger apartment." "Very funny," Erin laughed back. "The cash isn't exactly flowing just yet. But at least my parents are really proud." "As they should be," Melinda replied. "So what was it like in Richard's office? Was he hitting on you? Did he flirt? Are the rumors true? I want all of the juicy details." She paused, "Well, not exactly." "What's the matter?" Melinda asked in a concerned tone. "You sound upset. Did he do something to you?" "No, it's not like that." "Did he rape you!?" "God no! Calm down," Erin replied. "Can you do me a favor and promise not to tell anyone about this? I really need a friend to talk to right now." "You can always count on me. I'm here for you." "Well...I did things for him. I'm not proud of it, and I feel guilty about it, but I really wanted that job." "Did you fuck him?" Melinda asked bluntly. "No...I didn't do that..." "You sucked his cock for that job didn't you? You're such a fucking slut. Do you know how hard I've busted my ass working there in order to get a promotion!? Of course not, you've only been here a few months." "Please don't be mad," Erin pleaded. "You're the only friend I have in the city and I don't want to lose you. I hope you can understand." "Understand what? That you know how to give a blowjob? I bet that's how you graduated at the top of your class isn't it?" "Please don't say that Melinda. I don't like this anymore than you do. I'm sure you would have done the same thing if you were in my position." "Are you fucking kidding me!?" Melinda shouted. "Women in my family have worked so hard to overcome sexism, and I would NEVER stoop so low. I'm sure your parents would be thrilled to know what a corporate whore you turned out to be." The Office Slut "Please, I know you don't mean any of that. I really want us to still be friends. You're the only person I can rely on in this city." "Friends don't steal jobs from other friends by sucking off the boss. Maybe you can be friends with those other whores that you'll be working with. Fuck off!" Melinda hung up the phone and tears formed in Erin's eyes. *** WELCOME TO THE COMPANY *** The next morning. Erin woke up extra early to spend more time on her make up, hair, and picking out the right outfit. It was the first day of a new job and she wanted to look her best. She knew that another sexual encounter with Richard may be on the horizon, but she didn't care anymore. She sat patiently in the waiting room at 9 am when she was finally called in. A big smile appeared on Richard's face as she entered. "Judging by the way you look, I'd say you've accepted my job offer." "I have. And I'm not going to lie and say it was an easy decision, because it wasn't. I know what you expect from me and I'm willing to pay that price." "I'm glad to hear it. A lot of women say they want to be successful around here, but they aren't willing to show me that." "I'll do whatever it takes," she replied sternly. Richard's smile turned into a grin. "Did you do as I asked yesterday?" "I did. I stripped as soon as I got home and I never looked back. I talked to my parents on the phone while I was naked, and I talked to my former best friend naked. The pervert who lives across the street from me had a nice view whenever I walked by the kitchen window." "How did you feel about that?" he asked. "How did you feel about the entire experience?" "Liberated." "I want you to feel liberated again. Now get undressed. I want you naked." She didn't bother to reply and instead looked him straight in the eyes as she took her clothes off. Richard stood up and walked towards her. He never took his eyes off of her either. "You're much more comfortable this time around. Yesterday you were so nervous that I was afraid I would never see you again." "I'm still nervous now," she replied while in her bra and panties. "So what changed?" Erin unclasped her bra and removed her panties. "I realized that there was no point in fighting any of this. I want to be successful, and I want my parents to be proud of me. I told Melinda about this last night and she called me a slut. I'm not going to make that same mistake again. I'll never tell a soul." "Do you feel like a slut doing this?" Richard asked while softly caressing her breasts. "Yes, I do." "That's because you are a slut. You're a corporate slut now. As long as you're working for me and cashing my checks, I own you. I own your mouth and cunt." A feeling of fright came over her, but she held it in. "Yes, I understand. Just as long as no one knows." "That's not your call to make sweetheart. Not anymore." Richard reached for his office phone and talked to his secretary. He told her to immediately take a long break and to cancel all appointments for the morning. It was a gesture which sent a shiver down her spine. "What are we going to do?" she asked. "Come with me. My secretary is gone and I'm going to welcome you to the corporate world- the proper way." Before she could reply, he took her by the hand and walked her out of the room, barefoot and naked. The hall was empty as he led her to a part of the floor where she had never been before. He opened the door and she nearly screamed when she saw men working at their desks. She wanted to turn and run, get dressed, and leave the building and never return. But to her surprise, no one seemed to notice her nudity. She looked around and saw other naked women her age. There were other young women on their knees orally servicing men in suits as they talked business on the phone. Others were just businessmen who needed relief. She even saw a beautiful young naked intern who she used to work with and had never heard from again. Before long, Erin was lead to an empty conference room that was furnished in a way she had never seen before. It was beautiful and elegant, and it was exactly the type of place she had dreamed of working. "I just texted someone," Richard said to her. "He'll be here any second." "What? I don't understand what's going on here. I thought I was going to work an office job in exchange for us keeping our secret." "Trust me, you'll be working a 9 to 5 job here at the office. You'll also be paid accordingly. But don't forget that we own you." The door opened and a man she had never met before walked in. He was in his early 50's, with an imposing figure, sharply dressed, and she could tell by his gold watch that he was someone important. "Bryce, this is Erin, the new employee I've been telling you about," he said in an introductory manner. "Erin, I'd like you to meet Bryce. He recently joined the board of directors here at this company." "It's nice to meet you," Bryce said, extending his hand. They shook hands. "It's nice meeting you too Bryce." She suddenly felt shy meeting an important figure and her natural reaction was to cover her breasts. Richard laughed, "That really won't be necessary Erin. You see, you'll be working in this area and you won't be needing your clothes whenever Bryce is around. In fact, I think he prefers you this way." "That's right," Bryce smiled. "You're a beautiful young woman and you should be proud of that. You have so much potential based on your resume and the work you've done here." "I agree," Richard grinned. "She seems like a real team player to me. She does whatever it takes. In fact, what was that name your ex-friend Melinda had for you?" "...a slut," she whimpered. "She called me a slut." Bryce reached out and rubbed his fingers on the side of her face. She felt fearful, but aroused. "I think I'll leave you two alone," Richard said. "But I hope you don't mind if I watch. I've had my eyes on her for a while and I need to see this." "Go ahead and have a seat Richard. I don't mind having an audience." Richard sat down on the conference chair as Bryce put his hands on Erin's shoulder and pulled her in for a kiss. It was hard and rough kiss. The sounds of their tongues and lips smacking echoed in the room. He used his strength and pushed her down to her knees. She didn't complain. She didn't fight back. She just did what she knew she had to do and unzipped his pants and grabbed his flaccid cock. And when she did, she got a big surprise. "Oh god," she gasped. "That can't be real." "You'll find out soon enough darling. Now show me what a slut you are and suck me off. Let's see if Melinda was right about you." Those words stung. But Erin did her job and opened her mouth, this time wider than the day before, and took the large organ inside of her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head and she immediately felt it grow. The whole thing became hard in a manner of seconds and she felt intimidated with it in her mouth. The thing was huge and she couldn't believe it, but she kept on sucking like the good slut she had become. She stroked it hard and fast. Unlike most of the other men she had been with in her life, this time she had to stroke it with both hands in order to get him off. The size was making her jaw sore, so she worked her hardest in order to get him off as quickly as possible so she could leave. "Not so fast," Bryce said. "Stand up and turn around." Her eyes widened. "But...it's too big. And I'm not on the pill. I can't risk getting pregnant." He smiled, "Smart girl. But that's now what I had in mind. Where I'm putting this thing, you're not going to get pregnant. Now stand up and put your hands on the table." "Please, I've never done that before. I'm begging you. I'll give you as many blowjobs as you want to make up for it," she pleaded. "You're going to suck my cock anyway. Think of this as my special way of welcoming you to the company. Now put your hands on the table before I fire you." As scared as Erin was of being sodomized, the idea of losing her job scared her even more. She immediately imagined herself getting kicked out of her apartment and having to deal with the shame of explaining to her parents what went wrong. She stood up and turned around, putting her hands on the conference room table. To make matters worse, office employees from across the street gathered around the window to watch her get broken in. They were just some guys who got lucky, being at the right place at the right time. Some were laughing at what they were seeing, others just sipped their morning coffee as they watched. "Now spread your legs," Bryce ordered. "Reach back and hold your cheeks apart." Erin pressed her face and breasts onto the cold table, and used both hands to spread her anus. She felt him spit on her tiny hole and he inserted his finger inside of her. "Ahh..." she gasped. "That hurts." "The trick is to relax. So just relax. It'll probably sting at first since you're so tiny, but you'll get used to it. In time, you'll love it." Bryce pulled his finger out and pressed the head of his cock against the skin of her anus. He had to use his fingers to spread her hole even further so that he could enter. And when he did enter, she gasped again. Her tiny anus was struggling to deal with the foreign body part. "Oh god....This hurts..." "It's 9 inches dear. You'll get used to it I hope." "Did you just say..." Erin was about to plead for mercy when Bryce shoved his cock inside of her. She wanted to scream, but she knew that was inappropriate workplace behavior. He forced his cock up her ass and her rectum struggled to adjust. She moaned and gasped in pain as he pushed as far as he possibly could. Before long, Bryce had shoved the entire length of his massive 9 inch cock inside of her asshole. "How do you like it so far?" he asked, already knowing the answer. He just wanted to hear her plead. "It hurts a lot. Please be gentle." He smiled and slowly pulled back. But he wasn't leaving. As soon as he pulled back, he slowly shoved it back in. As her anus and rectum loosened to his size, he slowly began to fuck her. Her face twisted and turned. Her jaw was wide open and it never closed. He was fucking her hard and every line in her face was showing as she made every facial expression imaginable. Erin's eyes were never able to look away from the office workers from across the street. She tried her best not to pay attention to them, but she couldn't. She was able to ignore the fact that Richard was in the room watching her get sodomized, but she wasn't able to ignore the office employees across the street who were reduced to frat boys at the sight of a pretty girl being ass fucked. She lost track of time and her asshole became numb and he fucked her nonstop. It wasn't much longer until he started grunting and squeezed her hips tight. He was about to cum and her first anal experience was almost over. "Get on your fucking knees you slut," he commanded. Never in her life had she been so excited to suck cock and eat cum. Just as long as he would take that thing out of her butt. Bryce furiously stroked himself and he came all over Erin's tongue. She sucked and cleaned every drop, and when it was over, she swallowed everything. Bryce was breathing heavily and sweat was trickling down his forehead. "That was amazing Erin. You're an amazing girl. I apologize if I was a little rough on you. I get carried away sometimes from all the stress of work." She looked up at him, unsure how to react. "As long as you're happy. I can put up with this as long as we both get something out of it." "Fair enough," he replied, extending his hand to help her back to her feet. "You'll be treated fairly and as a valued employee around here. But I also want you to be a good slut. If you can manage that, I'll make sure you're career is headed in the right direction." She smiled, "Then we have a deal." *** EPILOGUE *** Erin's career took off in ways she never imagined. She put her intelligence and charms to good use, meeting with clients and dealing with other people. She was paid generously for her hard work and soon lived in the nice part of the city. Each time her parents visited her, they were amazed by how much success their little girl was having. Women gossiped about Erin whenever she walked through the lobby. She became used to hearing an assortment of names being thrown her way: 'That girl is a secret slut' 'Whore' 'I heard she fucked her way to the top' Erin didn't care. She just ignored them and proudly walked by. The other women were jealous of her success as far as she was concerned. Twenty years later, Erin's dream came true and she became the CEO of a major company. Articles had been written about her and she had numerous television appearances. She gave speeches and seminars to women across the country touting the disappearance of the glass ceiling that women faced. But she never forget how things got stated. A part of her fantasized about still being the office slut. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.