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Working Girl Ch. 02

By: magmaman



{This is only mildly erotic. It isn't intended to be erotic, really. It is simply the story of a woman, her life changed due to circumstance.}

My name is Dana. I am a prostitute. 

Never in my previous life would I have even dreamed of letting men have sex with me for pay, but sometimes life throws curves.

I let men, and some women, use the most intimate parts of me for their own gratification. Some try to be kind and loving, wanting me to assure them. I quickly become the loving woman who worships them, I give them a moment of being strong, being desired.

Some women look down on me. I hold my head high. Is their Mink coat, Diamond ring, fancy dinner any different than my envelope with cash?

I have the need to see it that way, it keeps me sane to rationalize.

Some men hire me to grab at me and call me names, thrusting at me not in passion but in fear, even hate. I become obedient, I do as they tell me.

I have been called names like slut and whore, bitch, cunt. The words intend to belittle me to allow some to feel better than me in their own world. I just allow them to use me, be in charge.

But are they really any better? They all are doing the same as me. The difference is they must pay me to get me to do it at all. 

I think in truth that I may be a better person than the men and women who use me. Most would use me if I allowed it, but most cannot unless they pay. They would not be good enough any other way.

I must believe that to continue.

My husband Dan was terribly injured in a car accident. Strapped to a wheelchair, he moves only his left arm and fingers. He does not speak, except by touching the keys of the always online computer in his room. Even the most basic of body functions must be dealt with.

Dan writes. He writes constantly, one laborious keystroke at a time. Many of you have read his work, not knowing the true source. His entire world is inside of him, it comes out on the screen. Some stories have been sold, for a pittance.

Every pittance helps, Dan tries.

Inside those crushed remains of a once fine strong man is still the man I love, the man I swore myself to for all time. Our life together was not magic, it was comfortable and good. Dan loved me gently, no kinkiness, no shooting stars. Just kindness and sharing. I was a totally faithful, conservative housewife, completely content. Dan worked, I cooked and scrubbed our little piece of the world until it gleamed for him.

Then the terrible accident. I could cope with caring for Dan, I could cope with most of the changes to my life.

But the costs. The costs of medical, then simply living. Even with insurance, minimal Government assistance, we were going downhill at the rate of around $2000 each and every month. That sweet sounding clause, "Covers 90% of all costs over....."

No one ever expects two million in medical costs and ongoing of $200,000 each and every year.

Soon nearly everything was gone, there simply was no sign of finances ever getting better. Dan and I both forgot about disability insurance, and insurance to cover our home. Had he died? Then the house was paid for.

But Dan didn't die, that became our problem. There was no one, no agency to help. Nothing at all.

Just me.

One day a man from the bank arrived with papers. We had reached the end. If we lost the house, Dan would die, I knew that. I did not even have the money to rent an apartment.

The bank just wanted their money, I could understand.

It was that man that gave me the idea, he had looked me up and down pointedly and suggested that "Something could be worked out."

I knew exactly what he meant.

I almost agreed, and might have except Dan was sitting right there, helpless. The man from the bank spoke to me like my husband was a table, a piece of furniture in the room.

Dan can hear fine.

I thought long and hard before I ran the ad, not even sure if I could go through with it. Sex for pay? Would anyone even have an interest in someone like me? I knew about men, knew about their desires from fumblings in the back seat of cars, but I was completely naive in the ways of sex. I did get some comfort in using an online ad service, I could at least be anonymous.

I set my price very high. I believe it was actually in self defense, thinking no one would ever pay that much. 

I found out very quickly that yes, they would!

A man named Carl was my first, I was lucky. He was not harsh or evil, he simply had a need and wanted me to fill it. He seemed to delight in my amateurish first time attempts to please him.

I know I blushed at my nakedness before him, and I know that when I allowed him to enter me, I had taken the final step. Up until that exact instant, I simply was not sure I could go through with it. But I did, I allowed it, I did it to save Dan.

There is no way back from taking that step.

Like I said, I was lucky. Carl actually turned out to be kind, even gentle. As much as I fought my own enjoyment, my body betrayed me and took over. I had several powerful orgasms with Carl, I think part of that may have been due to my personal struggle not to, I am unsure there.

Try to understand tears, a crying inside with shame and yet orgasming out of control. My long untouched body just reacted, I had no control at all.

I felt like I had cheated, betrayed my husband, the man I loved.

The $500 for a quick hour or so of intimacy, if that is the correct term, seemed high to me. I was surprised that it was paid so readily.

Carl took me under his wing, so to speak. He became a protector of sorts. Some would call him a pimp, he wasn't. He took nothing from me I did not allow, he always paid. He also had business associates, and mentioned me to some of them.

Over time, I serviced several of his business connections. They soon became a blur of faces, one male erection after another. Sometimes three or four at once. I liked several at once, I would fall back into my shy "first time" act, and they often tipped me very well to seduce me.

Almost without fail, they would then hire me later for private sessions. One even hired me to let him fuck me while his wife sat and watched, then they wanted me to watch while he fucked his wife. I could feel his penis bend with each stroke at me, I closed my legs to grip him snugly so he could stay erect enough to not slip out.

Then she wanted me, too.

I did that. My first taste of another woman. I watched as her husband then managed an enormous erection.

I knew I would be well paid.

Another was a surprise, a giant black man. I hesitated, I had never been with a black man. I read of black men with huge penises, he was large but just another client. He pushed at me saying, "White pussy, White pussy." over and over.

I soon became numb to all the scenarios, all of the illicit desires I was hired to act out. I became very good at reading what a client wanted, a few simple changes in manner and body language and their reactions told me what I needed to do.

One much older man opened his hotel room door, looked me up and down. The expression on his face showed me that he was unhappy with my overly sexy manner of dress. I took a chance.

"Daddy, I am sorry. Do you want me to change?"

He turned back to me, his eyes bright and I knew.

"Yes, you are a bad girl going out like that, go change."

I always tried to come prepared, different possibilities were in my carry bag. I put on simple white cotton panties and a flared skirt, with a button up the front white blouse. The old man had me lay over his lap while he gently paddled me, slowly pulling my panties down until my bottom was bare. Then his fingers reached deeper and deeper between the cheeks of my ass, until finally he was touching my pussy with each pat on the behind.

He was basically molesting me, I pretended innocence.

I wiggled and squirmed, managing to first release the catch on his pants, then open his fly almost by accident. Finally he slipped free, his erection poking up between my legs. I moved around as he patted my behind until the head was touching my entrance. I turned slightly and he entered me. There was no time for a condom, I knew trying to use one would spoil his mood.

Yes, there are risks.

I acted surprised, saying, "Oh what's that, Daddy?".

Oddly that was fun, I saw him several times. $500 each time, plus Carl paid me too for taking care of his clients.

Carl had me visit him every couple of weeks, also. I became comfortable with him. He was the only other one I allowed without a condom, I had simply forgotten a condom the first time, there was no need after that. Without fail I reached climax with him.

Somehow even though I was paid, Carl became my outlet for my own body's needs. Other than that, my life degenerated into dealing with Dan's needs and making my next appointment.

There were rapid financial improvements in Dan's and my life. I got caught up with the bank, and used some of the extra money to purchase equipment that monitored and adjusted Dan's body temperature automatically. I installed an alarm system for in case something happened while I was out. One touch and the home health nurse could respond in minutes.

Those were life changing tools for me, now I was free to leave for several hours instead of just two or three.

I even bought a better car, used but at least not beat up and noisy.

My life became a routine, get up, feed Dan, take care of his needs. Then shower and get fixed up for whomever I had on my schedule. It seemed that nearly every day someone was on my schedule.

Dan didn't seem to notice, at least he never mentioned it to me. We talked often though, he would type out the words, I would speak to him. In my mind, I thought he didn't know what I was doing. In retrospect, I realize he had to, of course.

It took me three long years to pay off the medical bills, and during the same period I also paid off our house. All that remained was the ongoing medical and living costs. I remember the day the insurance ran out, the other sweet fine print clause that came as an "addendum" that read, "For a maximum of five years...".

I was now resigned to my fate.

Long gone were the tears at what I did for a living, the correct word is numb. Only with Carl did I allow myself to let go, with the rest I screamed and squirmed around, I got good at pretense. I got good at figuring out what yanked my client's chain. I could shift from blatant slut to conservative young lady requiring a convoluted seduction in just seconds.

Like I said, lucky. I managed to get into the business circuit right off the bat, and with connections through Carl I didn't have to deal with ads and concerns of some of the dangers associated with the trade.

Of course there were a couple of incidents. One man put $200 in $20's in the envelope, but a phone call to Carl fixed that. Yes, it is true, I never counted the money, it was always there except for the one time.

Another time I arrived at a room, and I was inside before I realized there were two men instead of just one. That client was a referral from one of the other clients. I knew quickly that I could be in trouble, so when they demanded that I strip I did. When one held my hair, forcing my mouth onto him while the other rammed me from behind, I didn't resist.

There was no envelope, but I got out of there mostly unhurt. My phone call to Carl did no good, they were gone when the men he sent arrived. I don't know what happened to the man who had referred them, I never saw him again.

I became much more careful after that.

One day I arrived at our home after seeing a client, there was a white van parked in my driveway.

It was Connie, our home health nurse. We had an alarm set up that Dan could push if he needed help.

I rushed in, concerned, something had happened. Connie was looking at Dan's right leg, she looked up at me, giving me a disapproving glance up and down. I realized she saw my too short skirt, excess cleavage, and over-made up face and knew.

I am sure I blushed.

"What's wrong?"

"His toe and foot is infected."

"But...How?...He can't feel that."

"It appears that he can, he typed on the screen that it hurts."

Dan was transported to the hospital, treated and tested. Somehow sensation was returning to his legs. One of his toenails I had neglected to carefully trim had ingrown and became infected. Just luck that he was recovering sensation, noticed it. My life and what I was doing had been for him, yet became my life and what I was doing for me. I had missed all the signs.

Dan had finally touched the button to get outside help to deal with what was supposed to be my job.

I hadn't noticed, wrapped up in my world of sex and money. It was then that I knew that he knew, too.

I sat and cried for hours. After Dan was home I went several weeks without going out. I spent all my time caring for him, working with him. Then something else happened. I was cleaning him, changing his bottle. He developed a small erection, I took care of it with my hands, my mouth. I looked up, he had a tear in his eye.

Several days later, I spoke with Carl, explaining I was going to try and find work.

Carl asked me to work for him, my secretarial skills fit right in with his business.

"Plus I don't want to lose you." he added.

I knew what that meant, I knew my job would probably also include taking care of Carl, dealing with his needs.

Perhaps my own, of course.

The difference was obvious to me. I would be fucking one man I liked, for money. Or I could be fucking a solid string of men I didn't care about, for money. At least that was what it seemed to me it would be at the time.

I took the job. I was good at it, too, and for over two months Carl never asked, never suggested we have sex. Some days young women arrived and went into his office.

I just did my best to do my job, I did not miss sex much. 

Plus Carl paid me very well, I became almost content. My own urges got pushed into the background since my mind was dealing with all of the new aspects of working at a full time job.

One day I was typing a series of reports on sales of one of Carl's product lines when he buzzed me. I grabbed my pad, preparing to take a letter.

"You won't need that." He said, as I stepped into his office.

"Oh....What?.."

Then I realized. I guess somewhere in my own fantasy world I had returned to being Dana, the conservative little housewife.

I set the pad down, took a deep breath. I let a smile cover my face, preparing for what I thought was next.

"Please sit down, I need to ask you something."

Confused, I sat down.

"I have three clients coming into town tonight, they will be here for a few days."

I did my best to not react.

"They are Japanese, and they requested personal entertainment?"

The last was a question, I knew what he wanted.

"They requested you."

"Sure." I managed to cover a sigh.

Carl nodded, said, "Thanks. I will make it worth your while."

I smiled and went back to my desk. The Japanese gentlemen would likely tip very well, I thought. I sat and thought about it, nothing different really. Nothing I hadn't already done. I knew I didn't want to, though. I wanted to be home with my man, living life as the sweet conservative housewife I was before. Yet already I could do the math, we were falling behind the bills again.

Time to go to work.

Yes, you can't know what this life is like unless you live it like me.

I put my head in my hands, but there were no tears. Those had left me long ago.

I am Dana, working girl. I took the step to this on my own, knowing even then there is no way back. Not really. I can hide, I can pretend. I could move, take my husband and try again in another city.

The next man I meet may remember me. There have been thousands, I have no place to go. The end result will be the same.

No matter what, I will always be what I am. I service men for money. If you hire me, you are no better than me. In fact, you are the same as me. I only allow you to feel that it's different.

So if you do, you are just a John.

Me?

I am just a working girl.

MGM 

Working Girl Ch. 02



The next day, I dressed as I'd been instructed in full skirt and a button-up blouse. My bra had a front clasp, and I wore stockings and garters instead of pantyhose. The feeling of the silk on my legs was enough to keep me distracted, and the thought of what my boss might have in store for me that day kept me wet. He hadn't said anything about panties, so I didn't wear any, and the breeze up my skirt on my walk from the subway to the office had me constantly blushing. I was sure that everyone could see what a little slut I was, and I liked it.

When I entered the office, I immediately sought out the man who had satisfied me as no other had ever been able to do. I was disappointed to learn that he was in a meeting with a new client, so I went instead to my own office and logged onto the system to try to keep myself distracted with work until he came and found me. Instead of working, though, I ended up chatting with my online friend again. The man who had started it all the day before was wondering why I'd left so abruptly. Aroused at the memory of what had happened, I told him the entire story. He was so pleased at what a good little slut I had been that he wanted to reward me with an orgasm.

I'm never one to turn down a chance to cum, so I eagerly slid to the edge of my seat and lifted my legs up onto the chair's arms, immediately fucking myself with two fingers, just the way I'd done the day before. I was fantasizing both about my online friend and his hot words and about my boss and his hot cock. I wanted nothing more than for him to walk in on me the way he'd done the day before and make me service his cock with my mouth. I'd never done anything before that had made me as insanely overcome with lust as I had been in his office when he told me to lift my skirt and masturbate while he watched. I wanted him to watch me again. I wanted him to let other people watch me. I wanted him to make me his good little slut.

That last thought sent me over the edge. I shuddered and moaned, my head tossing from side to side on the back of my chair and my juices gushing out around my fingers. I came so hard I was surprised and breathless when I finally finished.

I was still panting when I heard applause coming from my doorway. It was my boss, and next to him was a man I'd never seen before. I was simultaneously mortified and aroused that a complete stranger had watched me masturbate and orgasm. Blushing, I moved to put my feet down on the floor again, but my boss told me to stay just as I was. The men came over to my desk and started speaking about me as if I weren't even there.

"God, she really cums hard, doesn't she?"

"You think that's something, you should see what a great cocksucker she is."

"And you say she came just because you told her to?"

"Mmmhmmm. I told you she was a hot little slut."

"You weren't kidding!" and with that, he reached out a finger and traced it along my soaking wet slit, from the bottom right up to my hard little clit, causing me to gasp and shudder again. He grinned down at me and then moved his finger along my pussy again. "Mmmm yes, you really are a very very hot little cumslut, aren't you?"

All I could do was nod as my hips instinctively moved up to meet his entirely-too-gentle finger. He laughed and asked, "And does this hot little cumslut want something?"

I moaned and nodded again, gasping for breath as his finger was stirring me to greater and greater heights of passion.

"If you want something, you have to ask for it," he whispered down to me, moving his finger even more gently against me so that I whimpered with the need for more.

"Please," I whispered in a voice that was barely audible. "Please ... put it inside me?" I closed my eyes and brought my hand down to guide his, wanting him so desperately to penetrate me with that maddeningly teasing finger.

"What was that? I'm afraid I couldn't quite hear you," he said.

At the same time, my boss grabbed my hands at the wrist and brought them up above my head. "Nice girls don't do that." So saying, he loosened his tie and used it to bind my wrists together behind the chair, ensuring I not do it again.

"Please..." I moaned and gasped as his finger flicked at my clit again, "Please finger my pussy? Please? I feel so so so empty!" I was imploring with him, begging to be filled with his wonderful, frustrating, tantalizing finger.

Immediately, he plunged it deep into my wetness, eliciting a long, high-pitched moan from me as my back arched with the pleasure of being filled. "See?" he said, "All you have to do is ask."

With that, my boss reached down and unbuttoned my blouse, quickly opening my bra and releasing my large, full breasts. "God, I love your fucking huge tits," he said under his breath, just before taking my nipples between his fingers and pulling them hard away from my body. My whimper of pain ended in a long moan of pleasure, and he moaned happily, "mmmmm fuck yeah, I love a good painslut."

The stranger, meanwhile, added a second finger to my drenched cunt, sending huge currents of sensation through my whole body.

"I want to see her cum again," he said to my boss. "She's so fucking hot when she cums."

My boss once again pulled on my distended nipples, this time giving them a little twist, and said simply, "Cum like a good little slut."

That's all it took. Once again, I was shuddering and moaning, thrashing and gasping for breath as an orgasm tore through my body. My pussy clenched against the invading fingers, pulling them even further into me as I drenched them with my cream.

The men just smiled down at me, and I wondered what they might have planned for me, next.

Both of them had huge erections by that point, and I could see precum staining the front of the stranger's trousers, but rather than taking out their hard, dripping cocks and letting me lick and suck on them until I could taste their cum, they started talking once more as if I weren't there.

"What do you say, Josh? Want to help me train her?" my boss asked the stranger.

"Fucking hell, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" he replied, looking down at my still-open pussy. "She's the hottest slut I've seen in quite some time."

My boss chuckled and shook his head, still absently playing with my nipples. "I know! I can't believe she was right under my nose all this time, and I never had a clue!"

"Hmmm... I'll bet this office isn't soundproofed. Let's go back to yours so that we can have some more fun with our hot little cumslut painwhore, here." He smiled at me and winked, and I found myself smiling back, biting my lip a bit and blushing at the names he called me but not minding at all.

My boss cleared his throat and addressed me once more, repeating those fateful words he'd used just the previous day, "Please come to my office, Ms. Matheson. Immediately." He added, "Joshua here will tell you what is expected of you." With that, he turned his back on my tied up and spreadeagled form and walked out of the room.

Joshua, as I now knew to call him, grinned down at me. "You really are quite beautiful, you know," he said, and he bent down and gave my dripping slit one long, wet lick from bottom to top. "Mmmmm... tasty, too." Moving around behind me, he undid the tie that was still around my wrists and began to inform me as to what was going to happen next. "I want you to take off your blouse and jacket and remove your bra. You'll put your jacket on and leave your bra and blouse in here. On our way to Pete's office, I'll be watching you to make sure that you don't pull your jacket closed or otherwise try to cover your breasts. Once in his office, you will strip. There is to be no modesty. You are ours to do with as we wish, and we wish to see your lovely body at all times. If you feel any hesitation or discomfort with the situation, you are of course free to go, but you will not be able to return. Do you understand everything I've just said?"

I looked him right in the eye as I removed my blouse, jacket, and bra from where they were hanging on my arms and said, "Completely." Then I took a deep breath and put my jacket back on, folding my blouse and bra neatly and placing them in my drawer. "Let's go, shall we?"

He grinned at me and said, "I was really hoping you'd say that."

Joshua opened my office door, and I took another deep breath before stepping out into the noisy cube farm outside. I walked slowly and carefully at first, conscious of how my breasts moved under my jacket and how my nipples rubbed against the slightly stiff material. I blushed as I looked down and saw the ocean of cleavage revealed by my formerly-conservative looking suit, but Joshua just patted my backside and gave me an encouraging smile and a whispered, "You look so sexy like that," and suddenly I was smiling and had a bounce in my step.

That bounce managed to reveal even more of my breasts as I made my way more confidently along the corridors. People who usually barely noticed me were suddenly looking right at me, and not just because of my breasts being almost totally on display. I was exuding an aura of power and assurance that I had never before adopted. And I liked it.

Joshua chuckled as he noticed my widening grin. He whispered in my ear again as his hand once more cupped my round ass through my skirt, "Does our little cumslut enjoy being looked at?"

I blushed, then laughed and said, "You know? I really do."

He gave my ass a nice hard squeeze and then pulled me into an empty cube. Sitting down on the chair, he pulled me onto his lap and with both of his hands on my ass he ground my pussy against his cock. "God, I wanna fuck you so bad," he said and he nuzzled into my cleavage. I moaned softly and pulled my jacket to the side a bit, revealing a nipple. "Fuck yeah you little slut. Mmmmm god I fucking love your tits."

It was just as he was starting to suckle me and his hands were inching my skirt higher and higher up my thighs that we heard the cleared throat behind us. I half-turned on his lap, revealing my now hard and red nipple in the process, and I saw Mr. McInnis standing there looking none-too-pleased.

"You were supposed to come to my office directly, Josh. What the hell is this?" His voice was hushed, but definitely had an angry tone to it, even though his cock was at least as hard as it had been when he'd left my office several minutes before. He might be annoyed by our transgression, but he was still turned on by it.

Joshua barely looked up, occupying himself with unbuttoning my jacket and starting to suck my other nipple, making me moan as he pinched the one that was still in full view of my boss. "Mmmmmmm, fuck it Pete. How'd you expect me to resist a piece of ass like this? Especially when she's fucking bouncing down the hall so much she's practically jumping out of her shirt?" His hands returned to my ass, pulling my skirt up all the way so that my pale cheeks were revealed.

I just got wetter and wetter with every moment, hardly believing that I was for all intents and purposes naked and about to have sex in some random person's cubicle in the middle of the day. I started grinding down against his cock again, moaning a bit louder and wanting nothing more than to feel both of them inside me while the entire building watched. I blushed even harder at that thought, but knew immediately that that's exactly what I did want.

Suddenly, strong fingers tangled into my hair and pulled me backwards and off of Joshua's lap. My skirt fell back around my thighs and my jacket hung open, completely exposing my breasts. "Oh, so you were being a fucking little tease is that it?" my boss growled in my ear. "My apologies Josh, I didn't expect her to be quite that adventurous just yet." He took a small bite of my neck, leaving toothprints and making me gasp at the sensation. "How about we get your hot little ass into my office now and I let you know what I think of what you've been doing?" With that, he took a nipple in each hand and, lifting my breasts by them, used them to pull me the short distance down the hallway and into his office.

Once inside the office, Mr. McInnis gave my nipples an extra little twist before allowing my breasts to fall, much to my relief and yet also disappointment. A moan escaped my lips without my permission, making him grin.

"Don't worry, we're not done punishing you yet, you naughty little slut," he said, the way some people remark on the weather. I shivered in anticipation and bit my lip. "Now, didn't Josh tell you that you were supposed to strip as soon as you got in here? What are you waiting for?"

"I'm sorry sir! Right away!" I had completely forgotten that in all the excitement. I pushed the jacket off my shoulders and let it fall down my arms and onto the floor. Unbuttoning the skirt and sliding the zipper down, it soon fell off my hips and landed in a puddle at my feet. Stepping out of it, I bent to undo the snap on my garters, but I felt a hand on my ass then then Josh whispered in my ear,

"Leave them on... please," he squeezed my ass and then chuckled. "Next time, we'll work on your stripping abilities." I blushed, but didn't pay much attention to what he was saying. His hand on my ass was too distracting.

"Come over here, Ms. Matheson, and bend over the desk." I looked up at my boss with a confused expression. He smiled in a rather predatory way and then said, "I told you I'd show you what I think of disobedience. Now bend over the desk. It's time for your spanking."

I blushed and my mouth opened in surprise. I hadn't been spanked since I was a little girl! I was attempting to feel indignation, but Josh's hand was rubbing my ass now, and one of his fingers was parting my cheeks slightly, and suddenly all I could think about was how many sensations I could feel on my ass and how I wanted to feel more. Biting my lip, I slowly walked over to the cleared off wooden desk and bent over it, immediately feeling exposed.

Giving my ass one final squeeze and a gentle, friendly swat, Josh came around to the other side of the desk and stood in front of me, his hands on my back. "Just to make sure you don't move around too much on us." He said, reassuringly. I know that he meant to be comforting, but I have to admit that at that moment, it only made me feel even more nervous.

I heard my boss come up behind me and then I felt his hand on my naked ass, just barely touching it. A shiver ran up my spine and covered my flesh in little goosebumps as I let out a quiet sigh. He traced his fingers all over my soft flesh for several minutes, making me breathe heavily and close my eyes in heavy-lidded desire. Then his hand moved, and I felt the cool air as I was once more exposed, but just for a moment. His hand came back almost immediately, though this time it wasn't a gentle stroke that I felt but rather a rush of air and a painful sting as my ears filled with the sound of his smack. I gasped in surprise and my body jerked, but Josh was holding my down so I couldn't move, not even when I heard the rush of air again and then felt a second sting on my other cheek.

A few tears had sprung in my eyes, more from surprise than any pain. He hadn't really hit me hard enough to hurt and the sting faded almost as soon as it was felt, but I knew that he wouldn't be that gentle for long.

His hand rubbed my ass again, harder this time, and it felt so warm and soothing against my cheeks that I arched up a little to feel him even more. "Mmmmm so you like the feel of a hand on your ass, do you slut?" he asked, and then I felt the rush of air and the sting of the slap again and again and again. I could barely catch my breath as it kept rushing out of me with each successive blow, and I found myself actually moving so that I could meet his hand with my ass. Josh had his work cut out for him with keeping me in place.

My boss put one hand on the small of my back to keep me still as his other hand continued it's work on my ass. This further restriction on my movement allowed Josh to slip one hand underneath me and start to play with my nipple. He pinched it and rolled a little, squeezing my breast and making me even hornier than the spanking was making me.

The next few swats are the hardest yet, and I'm torn between the pleasure of my breast and the fiery pain of my ass. The tears are flowing freely, but so are my moans as Mr. McInnis' hand soothes my burning skin with his gentle fingers. When they finish tracing the red marks of my cheeks and dip between my legs to my sticky wet thighs and dripping puss, it's all I can do not to cum, my moans increasing in pitch and volume and my breath coming in quick pants.

"See if you can't keep her quiet, there, Josh. This office may be soundproofed, but I don't know if it'll be enough to keep her screams in when she really gets going like this." With that, I felt one of his fingers part my swollen pussy lips and tease my hole. I arched my back once more, trying desperately to get his finger inside my hungry cunt, but he just laughed and kept teasing me, telling me how I looked when I begged.

And I was begging. I hadn't realised it at first, but I just kept saying over and over again, "Fuck me! Fill my dirty cunt! Fuck me! Please fill me up? Please please fuck me!"

I was on the verge of screaming when suddenly my head was jerked up by my hair. I opened my eyes in surprise and looked up at Josh's grinning face. His hard cock was right in front of my mouth. I could see his precum leaking from the hole at the tip and dripping down the shaft, and I wanted nothing more than to lick it all up. "Does the little slut want a treat?" he teased. I nodded as best I could while he held my hair and stretched my tongue out to try to catch one of the clear drops before it fell off the tip of his dick. He just gripped me more firmly and said a bit more forcefully, "I asked you a question."

"Please, sir, can I please suck your delicious-looking cock and taste your cum as you shoot it down my throat? Please?" The tears in my eyes were now there out of fear that he'd say no, but I needn't have worried. As I opened my mouth to reiterate my desire for him, he groaned and gave me a mouthful of his cock. I moaned happily and licked up all of his precum before slowly taking the rest of him down my throat.

Behind me, my boss had stopped teasing me and was slowly sliding a single finger in and out of my grasping twat. He gave my ass a few more light slaps, but they were just friendly love taps compared to the beating he'd given me earlier. Besides, I was preoccupied with sucking Josh's cock, so even if he'd really put his muscle behind it, I'd not have missed a stroke. Still, when I felt his tongue moving over the red hot flesh of my rump, I paused in my ministrations for a half a second out of surprise if nothing else.

He added a second finger as Josh started fucking my face, and I reached under myself to play with my tits. It was when he teased my ass with his tongue that I started cumming. I screamed around the cock in my mouth, unconsciously opening up that little bit wider to let it completely enter my throat, and then Josh unloaded directly into my stomach. He stayed there for the first two shots and then backed off for the next so that I could taste it before milking the last of it onto my outstretched tongue. Wiping the head off on my satisfied lips, he collapsed back into the desk chair, happily exhausted.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding when you said she could suck a mean cock, were you?" he laughed, wiping the sweat off his brow and unbuttoning his shirt. I hadn't even noticed that I'd been sucking him through the fly of his trousers. I'd just known that I'd had a cock in my mouth and that'd been enough for me.

For my part, my legs were shaking and unable to support me after my orgasm. My boss took his fingers out of my pussy and licked them off before gently helping me to lie down on the floor. The cool tiles felt wonderful against my tender ass, and all I wanted to do was sleep.




Working Girl Ch. 02



But that wasn't what they had in mind for me next.

Stripping off his clothes, the same way Josh had just done, Mr. McInnis stared down at my exhausted form, sternly. "Don't think your punishment has ended yet, Ms. Matheson. I'm quite displeased with your actions earlier. When I give you an instruction, I want it to be carried out, immediately, is that understood?"

His hand was stroking his erection as he said this, and I admit that I had all sorts of ideas about how I could be naughty in the future if this was how I was to be punished for it. I nodded, licking my lips and staring at the clear drops of precum that were now leaking from his cock. I couldn't decide if I wanted to taste him or fuck him, and I wished I could do both at the same time.

"Spread your legs, you naughty little girl. I want to see your little wet pussy."

Bending my knees slightly, I let my legs fall open so that he could see my slit. This wasn't enough for him, though, as he got down on his knees between my legs and pushed my legs wide and up against my chest. "Hold them here, and don't let them go. If you do, I will be very unhappy about it." I admit that I briefly considered doing just that so I could get another spanking, but I was very curious about what he might do next, so instead I just said "Yes, sir," and held my legs as high and as wide as I could.

"Mmmmm yes, just like that. I love to see you spread nice and wide like this. I can see how fucking messy your cunt is, and I can tell that your hole is just desperate to be filled. You want to be filled up, don't you, you little fuckslut? You want me to split your cunt in two while I fuck it with my big cock, don't you? You want to scream around my cock and gush your pussy juice all over me while I dump me load in your hole."

His words were so hot that I was moving my hips, fucking up at the air and wishing for exactly what he described. My pussy was so empty and aching, it was a physical pain, and I knew that he was the only thing that could satisfy me. But all he did was look at me while I moved so lewdly beneath him, and all he fucked me with were his eyes.

"Tell me what you want, whore," he whispered.

"I want you to fill me up! I want you to stuff my pussy so full and then pound it hard and fast! I want you to give my cunt what it needs so I can cover you in my cum! I want your cock inside me, shooting in me and filling my cunt with your jizz." My hips were getting more and more insistent with each thrust up at nothing, and I could actually feel myself rising up toward orgasm. I couldn't believe that just his words and his eyes could make me feel like that.

Leaning down until his face was a few scant inches from my pussy, he said, "Mmmmmm yes, I think I will fill up this poor little empty cunt for you. But before I do that, I really think you should cum." Looking up between my legs he stared into my eyes. "Cum for me slut, I want to see your pussy cum for me before I even touch it."

His breath danced across my lips as he spoke, and his words were like a magic spell. In seconds, my ass lifted off the floor as I thrust up at his imagined cock. I screamed out incoherently as my body shook and trembled in orgasm, my pussy clenching in front of his eyes and gushing out my cream. All the while, my boss just stared, watching the kind of effect he had on me.

Dipping one finger into my still-tingling twat, he gathered up some of my cum and rubbed it on my lips. I licked it off and closed my eyes, savouring the taste. "You're such a good little cumslut, Ms. Matheson. I'm very pleased. For that, I'm going to give you a very special treat."

My eyes were still closed, but I felt his hand return to my pussy, two fingers spreading my slips and sliding through my slimy, gooey slit. I moaned softly, shuddering every time they brushed my hard and sensitive clit. I wanted nothing more than to feel them inside me, and it seemed like my thoughts were being broadcast on a big screen tv somewhere, because as soon as I thought it, I felt them enter me.

The thick fingers moved into my tight pussy, stroking slowly in and out, wiggling up against my gspot momentarily, and then once more fucking me in a steady rhythm. There was no way my boss could know it, but being fingered was actually the hottest thing I could ever want. Being fingered by him while Josh stood over me watching and stroking his cock was almost enough to make me cum again.

Speeding up his fingers, Mr. McInnis slipped a third one inside me. It took me a moment to realise why I felt so deliciously full, and then I looked down my body and watched as my boss' three big fingers split my aching cunt and fucked it the way it needed to be fucked. The sight of those fingers in me, the wet, sloshing sounds of my wet cunt, and the names that both men kept calling me were having an effect. My hips started slamming hard against his hand again, and I knew that I wanted to cum.

"Don't" Mr. McInnis said, softly.

Confused, I shook my head and then moved my hips again, desperate for orgasm.

"I said don't" he said, in a dangerous voice. His left hand suddenly came down on my pussy with a loud slap, landing directly over my clit and sending huge sensations all through my body. I screamed and arched so high that only my shoulders and head remained on the floor. I tried to control my body, stop myself from orgasm, but it was so hard when his fingers were making me feel so good.

That's when he added the fourth finger.

Staring down at my hugely-spread cunt, I was amazed by the vision of most of his hand disappearing inside me. My pussy was dripping so much that I could feel a slippery puddle on the floor under my ass, and I could see his fingers coated in my cum every time they slid out of my grasping twat. I worked my hips against his hand, suddenly craving everything, and once more he read my mind, tucking his thumb in behind his fingers and giving me his whole fist.

It took everything I had not to cum on the spot.

Slowly working his hand in and out of me, he started speaking again, "God your pussy is so tight around my hand. I'll just bet you've never been fisted before, have you? Do you like how wide open my hand can get you? Is this full enough for that slutty little cunt of yours? You're such a fucking nasty whore, little girl. Only nasty, naughty, slutty, fucking whores like to be fisted. Are you a nasty, naughty, slutty fucking whore, Ms. Matheson?"

I couldn't take it anymore and just screamed, "I'm a nasty, naughty, slutty, horny, cum-loving, fistfucking whore and I want to CUM!"

"Then cum for me, Ms. Matheson, cum around my fist in your cunt."

With another scream I finally let loose, my orgasm taking over my entire body. My head tossed, my body spasmed, my feet kicked out in the air, and I watched, surprised, as my pussy shot out a long stream of my cum, all over my boss and the floor.

That's the last image I saw before I passed out.

I woke up, spreadeagled on the floor, with a strange sensation of pleasure. There's no way I'm still orgasming... is there? I thought. I didn't feel it throughout my body, though, or even just in my pussy. It seemed to be a wet sort of pulling suction on my nipples. My lids were so heavy to lift that I had to work up the energy just to open them halfway. After that, it took another effort of will to lift my head up an inch or two so that I could look down and see what was happening. The pleasant feeling was immediately explained.

Josh and my boss were each sucking on one of my nipples, and when they noticed I was awake, they just grinned and kept going. I tried to moan out a protest, tried to tell them that there was just no way that I could keep going after what had just happened. Unfortunately, they interpreted instead as a moan of desire. My boss moved up to kiss me while Josh kept working on my nipples. I sighed and opened my mouth to accept his tongue and felt myself get even more aroused by the way his lips and tongue were working on mine. He was, without doubt, the best kisser I'd ever experienced in my life. It was like there was nothing else in the world except our mouths. I barely noticed when Josh went down and started sucking on my clit, until I found myself suddenly on the edge of orgasm and unsure of what to do.

I whimpered into Mr. McInnis' mouth, my eyes wide open and my hands trying, half-heartedly, to push him away so that I could tell him what was happening, ask him if I was allowed to orgasm... was I supposed to ask permission? It was all so confusing and strange, but I knew that I didn't want to disappoint him, and I thought that cumming without his permission would be very disappointing indeed. He ignored all my efforts and kept kissing me hard and deep, sucking my tongue into his mouth and letting me slide mine along his. Josh kept licking up and down my slit, swirling his tongue around my clit and then sucking it into his mouth. I just went along for the ride and tried hard, oh so hard, not to cum.

Then, suddenly, my boss lifted his glorious lips from mine and said just one word, "Cum." before kissing me again. I immediately surrendered to that blissful state of utter euphoria, still feeling as if I were in Heaven because of his mouth.

He kept kissing me once my orgasm passed, but he sat up on the floor and brought me onto his lap. His hard cock was between us, pointing up at my navel, and he guided my hands down to it. I knew right away what we both wanted me to do, and I started to stroke him. Lightly at first, I let my fingers wander up and down the length of his shaft. The tips of my fingers gently grazed the sides of his cock, exploring his hardness and tracing the veins. He shuddered beneath me and moaned into my mouth, and I smiled against his as my left hand continued it's soft, slow movements and my right hand moved down to cup his balls.

Josh sat down behind me, pressing his cock into the crack of my ass and resting it there. Then, he moved my hair aside and started kissing my neck. He sucked and licked and bit my skin, and I knew I'd have a hickey. His hands moved slowly upwards from my hips, past my ribs, and upwards to cup my heavy breasts. He whispered in my ear, "I fucking love your huge tits, honey. I can't wait to fuck them." I moaned and pressed my ass back against his cock and felt it slide along my crack.

Mr. McInnis, meanwhile, was breathing quite hard as my fingers continued their teasing. I brought my left hand down to my soaking wet pussy and then returned it to his cock, now slick with my juices. Gripping his dick firmly, I began to stroke him. I was giving him long, sure, slow strokes with my left hand while my right kept massaging his balls. I wanted to be completely clear that I wanted his cum all over me. The way that I was grinding my ass back at Josh, I'm fairly certain that he got the idea that I wanted his on me, too.

Before too long, both men were moaning loudly and telling me what a hot slut I was. I blushed, but I also felt proud. I was so sexy that these two handsome men were going to cum just for me. They were going to cum on me. They were going to give me their loads on my body, so that I could wear them as a badge of pride in my work. I wanted it bad, now. I wanted it so much. I was moving so fast against both of them, desperate to get them off, and it worked. Josh came first, splashing his cum all along the crack of my ass and up my back. I felt it hit my skin and start to dribble down. Then my boss shot his load, all over my stomach and up onto my tits. I reached down and rubbed it into my skin, and Josh, seeing me do this, did the same with his load on my back. 

The men got up and left me on the floor, moving to the side of the room to have a short conversation. When they came back, Mr. McInnis said, "Be a good girl and lick all this cum off the floor. Yours as well as ours. Then, you'd best get back to your desk. I don't want you getting behind on your work, after all."

"I have to get back to my own office, as well," said Josh. "But I have to meet with your boss here every once in a while, so I'll be sure to see you again." Then he leaned over and gave me a chaste kiss.

Blushing, I got up on my hands and knees and proceeded to lick the hardwood floor clean of cum. There was quite a lot there, really, since I'd actually ejaculated while being fisted earlier. Still, it was a chore more enjoyable than most, and I finished more quickly that I might have wanted.

Dressed once more in my skirt and jacket, but now with sticky thighs and drying cum on my stomach and back, I went back to work. My roommate was never going to believe this.