2 comments/ 12634 views/ 13 favorites Company Whore Ch. 02 By: notsoliteral Author's note: Obviously no woman should be treated like Ingrid is treated in this story. It's just a fantasy and if fantasizing about degradation, coercion, and outright force don't get you off, this isn't the story for you. ________________ Ingrid pushed her ass deeper into her chair, hoping to force the butt plug further up her stretched and cum-filled ass. She couldn't help thinking about the last hour or so in the conference room with Mr. Young. Try as she might to be offended and angry about what most people would call a rape, she could only be turned on by it, wanting and craving more. More cock. More of her holes being filled. Just more. Plus, she still hadn't even cum yet and was starting to feel the deprivation of it. Though she was pretty sure the men in these offices could care less if she came or not. She was only there to be a container for their cum. As it was, the older man had only fucked her enormous DD silicone tits, and then up her asshole before he filled her bowels with his cum and shoved the black anal toy back in her ass, damming up his load of sperm where he deposited it. If this is what it's like to work for Smith, Wolburn, and Young, Ingrid had discovered today that she was slutty enough to take it and enjoy it. She'd never considered herself a slut before the last couple of days, having only been fucked by 3 guys in her life before taking her new executive assistant position - wait, that's the wrong title she remembered with a giggle, glancing at her desk name plate that read COMPANY WHORE. "Slut!" Her boss, Mr. Smith, interrupted her thoughts and called her into his office. "Crawl in here and let's continue your whore lesson for the day." She immediately slid down to the floor from her chair and crawled on her hands and knees over the industrial carpeting into her boss's expansive office. She could only be thankful that this part of the building was empty and passcode protected, so that not just anyone would walk in and observe her crawling on all fours like a bitch in heat. Especially since she had a black butt plug sticking out of her ass under her obscenely short skirt, bald pussy lips on full display and leaking her own slut juice. As she made her way into his office, Mr. Smith swiveled in his chair to angle away from his desk, arm resting on the smooth mahogany finish. "That's a good obedient little slut doll. Now keep on crawling, my little fuck toy, right on over here to your master," he patted his lap, like he was beckoning a dog. "I'm glad to see you've accepted your place, whore." Ingrid's knees were starting to get rug burn as she groveled her way over to him, so she began lifting her legs higher as she moved along. Thankful to be done crawling as she finally arrived with her face in his lap, she felt bold enough to rub her lips and cheeks into his crotch, feeling his large, already hard cock through the material of his slacks. Looking down at the picture she presented, worshipping his dick with her face, he murmured more to himself than to the whore on her knees in front of him, "Damn if I didn't hire the right fuck toy slut." In a louder voice directed at Ingrid, he continued, "I've been waiting two days to fuck your slut body ... and now it's finally my turn." As senior partner at the firm, his boss Mr. Young always had first dibs on new hires they planned to use as company whores. It was always a test of extreme patience for Connor Smith, junior partner, to wait his turn. "Now ask me." Ingrid froze with her lips wrapped around the length of his penis, feeling the hard length of it through the soft material of his finely cut suit pants. She didn't know what he wanted her to ask him, and looked up at him. "Sir?" "Damn you for a bimbo fuck doll," Mr. Smith growled, shoving her face away from him so that she fell backwards off her knees and caught herself with her hands, huge tits wobbling over the top of her button-down shirt that she had left unbuttoned and tied between her fake DD tits. Her boss lost his composure, exploding in anger and shouting down at her. "Yesterday I had to spell out for you what a fucking brainless slut you are. And now today you don't even understand a simple command! Fuck! Here, I'll say it nice and slow for you, you stupid cum rag ... ask me to fuck you. Ask me to fuck your face. Ask me to fuck your slutty pussy. Ask me to fuck those inflated fuck rack tits of yours. Ask me to fuck you up your ass. JUST ASK ME!" He pushed out of his chair in his fury and stood towering over her with a hand raised ready to strike. In the face of such anger, Ingrid trembled. She hadn't realized what a temper he had and vowed to do better. Looking up at him with fearful eyes, she implored him, "Oh sir! I'm so sorry, sir, for being so dumb. I should have known what you wanted. Yes, please fuck my slutty stupid whore mouth! Fuck my face and fuck whatever holes you want to! Please, sir, won't you use my slut body?" Mr. Smith loved seeing a woman beg for him. He immediately calmed down, unzipped and dropped his pants, then returned to his large leather chair. "I'm sorry, too, slut. I'm sorry that you're such a stupid piece of fuck meat. But thank you for telling me how much you need my cock. You may fuck your face on my dick, slut." Enormously relieved, Ingrid returned to her knees and put her face back in his lap. She judged the length of his hard, veiny dick to be about 8 or 9 inches long, and the anticipation of finally cumming had her anxious to feel it everywhere on her body. After she brushed the tip of his cock over her cheek, she dragged his swollen member over her red lips, smearing her lipstick in the process. Then she cupped his balls in her other hand as she circled his dick up the other side of her face, over her eye, and slapped her own cheek gently with the hard length. Just feeling the velvety smoothness of the skin on his rigid dick all over her face made her clit throb. "Suck it, bitch," her boss ordered. She licked a small drop of pre-cum from the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the mushroom head. As she fed herself the length of his dick inch by inch, a small part of her mind began protesting. What was she doing? Surely she could find a job that didn't require this debasement, this use of her slut body. At that moment, Mr. Smith pushed ever so slowly on the back of her head, forcing the full length of his dick deliberately over her tongue to hit the back of her throat. She struggled to raise her head, but his hand was unyielding and held her head firmly in place. Gagging uncontrollably, she flailed her hands, grabbing his thighs, the sides of his chair, trying to push up and find some relief. Mr. Smith just sat there, watching her struggle with his big hands holding her head in place. "Fight my cock all you want, slut hole, see if I care. I'm going to hold you here until you deep throat my dick like the piece of fuck meat you are." Ingrid couldn't breathe. But she heard his words, felt her clit throb because of his rough treatment, and realized that this is what she wanted. She wanted to please him, she wanted his dick in her throat, she wanted to be used and abused. Pushing away any thought that she didn't deserve this, because she knew that she did, she relaxed her throat and allowed his cock to slide all the way in. Even though she still gagged on it, she took it, feeling herself get even more turned on as her vision started to go dark from his hard cock blocking her air passage. He finally released her head and she came up for a gasp of air, only to immediately have her head pushed back down over his cock. This time she allowed the rock hard cock to slide easily into her throat. "That's it, my little cock sucker. Fuck your face with my dick." She bobbed on his rod up and down, each time taking him all the way into her throat until her nose was mashed into his lap. Ingrid had just found a nice rhythm when she heard masculine footsteps behind her, and her mouth stalled halfway up his dick. "Did I fucking tell you to fucking stop, you fucking dumb slut?" He slapped her cheek. Because of the angle, there was no real force behind the slap, but she got the point. "Keep sucking my dick in and out of that whore mouth until I tell you different. You don't need to know anything else." Ingrid resumed her bobbing, but her attention was focused entirely on what was happening behind her. Suddenly conscious of the butt plug sticking out of her ass, she knew that whoever was back there could see everything under her skirt. She hoped it was Mr. Young, who had already fucked her ass earlier that day. She couldn't handle some other stranger seeing her degraded like this. And then the newcomer spoke, but she didn't know Mr. Young enough to recognize his voice right off. She listened with all she had over the sounds of her own cock slurping. "Connor! I see you are ... occupied." The voice laughed and Mr. Smith laughed with him. "Well this slut couldn't wait to get my cock in her mouth, so what can you do? Feel free to take advantage of her other end if you'd like, Brian." Brian! Dammit, what was Mr. Young's first name? Ingrid couldn't remember, but she didn't think it was Brian. She clenched her ass cheeks around the butt plug when her skirt was pushed up to her waist and felt two hands on her bare ass, pushing slightly down on her as the owner of the hands used her for stability as he got down on his knees behind her. Mr. Smith looked down at the head that continued to slurp on his cock, then up at Brian and he smirked. "I guess I ought to perform introductions. This is my new slut. You may use her how you see fit. She loves getting fucked, though every now and then she tries to deny it. Like most big-titted sluts, she's a bit slow on the uptake sometimes. Slut, this is Mr. Edwards, junior associate here at our firm." Ingrid couldn't see the new Mr. Edwards. But she felt him when, with no warning, he yanked the butt plug out of her ass and said, "I'm always happy to meet a new slut toy!" She moaned around the cock in her mouth, feeling her asshole suddenly empty. She arched her back up, hoping this new man would have mercy and play with her clit. But it wasn't to be. While she bounced her face in Mr. Smith's lap, Mr. Edwards wiped his hand up the inside of her legs, gathering her leaking pussy juices in his fingers. "I can't believe how wet this whore is! She really does love this!" Even as he said that, more liquid leaked embarrassingly down her right leg. Ingrid grunted and moaned and slurped on the dick in her throat, wordlessly pleading for some relief. She just wanted to cum! Mr. Edwards rubbed her juices over her asshole and stuck his index finger, then another finger up her ass. "Dude! Even her asshole is wet!" He jammed in a third finger. Mr. Smith pulled Ingrid's mouth off his dick and spoke down at the top of her head, holding it in place just over his cock. "Can you tell Mr. Edwards why your asshole is wet, you little anal whore?" Ingrid cleared her throat of saliva and swallowed before she answered. "Yes sir, my asshole is wet because I already have a load of cum up it." Mr. Edwards guffawed. "Ha! Such a fucking cum slut! I'm happy to help you out and add another load up your ass, slut." And then Ingrid felt the tip of his cock push against her asshole. It popped in easily after the stretching she'd already endured between the butt plug and Mr. Young's dick earlier, and he slid in slowly, enjoying the feeling of her ass wrapping snuggly around his thick fuck stick. He hit all the way home and Ingrid pushed back, trying to get him in even deeper. He felt longer than the butt plug she'd had up her ass moments earlier, and just as wide. She loved it. He started thrusting in and out, gripping her hips, pulling all the way out of her ass, then popping back in. Without even thinking about it, she began rocking back to meet his driving dick each time. "Yes! Please fuck me up my whore ass! Fuck my slutty asshole with your hard cock, sir!" Ingrid moaned. She felt so dirty. Two cocks up her ass in one day! And another cock in her face. She's serviced 3 cocks just since she arrived at work today. Only a week ago, her now ex-boyfriend had to literally rape her when he wanted to fuck her ass. He'd have to hold her down and yank on her hair to keep her in place while he shoved his dick roughly up her butt and humped her. All the while, she screamed underneath him, unsuccessfully trying to get away from his violating cock and from the pain. And now just a week later, here she was willingly taking new dicks straight up her fuck hole, begging for it. She didn't know what the difference was. Maybe it was that Mr. Smith had helped her to see she was a slut at heart? He'd made her really accept that as a woman who had artificially inflated her tits, men only saw her as a slut to use for their pleasure. Or maybe it was just that the men today had gotten her ass more ready for fucking than her ex had by stretching it with a sex toy in advance and lubing her up better. Either way, she felt so thankful to her boss for hiring her. She'd never felt like such a filthy girl. And she loved it. She felt full balls slap against her cunt as the dick in her ass pounded into her, and she bounced back and forth harder. And then Mr. Smith grabbed her hair and yanked her forward roughly. Ingrid reflexively reached for the hands hurting her scalp, squealing in a bit of pain and slightly annoyed that he was interrupting her anal fucking. Mr. Smith pulled up on her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "Have you forgotten something, you stupid fuck dog? Suck. My. Dick." And he spit on her upturned face. With his spittle sliding down her cheek, Ingrid went back to slurping on his hard tool with her mouth. And Mr. Edwards resumed fucking her ass. "That's right, you fucking whorish piece of shit slut doll. Take these fucking hard cocks up your slutty fuck holes." Slam. Slurp. Slam. Gag. Each time the dick up her ass hammered deep inside her, she was pushed forward onto Mr. Smith's dick in her throat. She was getting reamed on both ends and was reveling in the feeling. She was continually moaning around Mr. Smith's cock. Mr. Smith suddenly pulled her face off his long, hard dick. "I want to DP you like the filthy skank that you are, whore. If you can stand pulling my colleague's dick out of your ass for a moment, crawl over to my sofa, whore." And to the junior associate, he said, "Brian, wouldn't you be more comfortable sitting on the couch, letting this slut do some work? We are paying her, after all." Brian withdrew his dick from her now gaping asshole and got up to take a seat on the couch across the room. He waited for the slut to make her slow way over to him on her hands and knees, her heavy porn-star makeup beautifully smeared thanks to the face fucking she'd just given herself and the spit on her cheek, drool on her chin. "Sit on my dick, bitch." "Yes sir." Ingrid had time only for a brief glance at Mr. Edwards, who was sitting on the couch stroking his fat fuck stick in one hand, other arm draped across the back of the leather sofa, dark eyes glued on her. "You know which fuck hole to put my dick in, don't you, slut?" Ingrid had been about to slide his dick back up her ass, but now she doubted herself. As she turned around to present her ass to his cock, she replied, "Uh, up my asshole, sir?" He laughed. "Sometimes you're not as dumb as you seem, slut! Yes, lower that tight ass onto my dick and ride me like the whore you are." And she did. Up and down, up and down on the hard dick, enormous rack bouncing up and down with her movement, nearly slapping herself in the chin with her tit flesh. And then she noticed the cell phone in her face and flinched. Mr. Smith grinned. "Smile for the camera, whore! We'll make a slut star out of you yet!" Ingrid blushed and then smiled tentatively at the camera phone as she fucked her ass on Mr. Edwards's thick cock. Her pussy clenched at the thought of the awful things Mr. Smith could do with the video. Regardless of having her debasement caught on camera and the possible consequences, she continued riding the dick in her asshole and looking straight at the camera phone. She even grabbed her DDs for extra effect, hefted her right tit up toward her face, licked her pink nipple, then drew the hard bud into her mouth, moaning while she sucked on her own tit. "Ooooh, I like that, whore. Yeah, suck on your huge fuck bag tit. That reminds me. Keep fucking that dick, I'll be right back." He crossed to the chest of drawers in the corner, slid open a drawer and rummaged through it. Appearing to find what he was looking for, he stepped back to his slut riding dick on his couch. He reached out with one of his hands and fondled her breasts as they bounced in front of him. Then he grabbed her left nipple and stretched it out and up, causing her to cry out in pain, and snapped a nipple clamp around it before he released her fun bag. She screamed as her tit bounced, nipple hard and confined inside the pinching clamp. A chain connected it to another nipple clamp, and Mr. Smith repeated the process on her other breast, pinching both nipples tight. He watched her tits bouncing in time with her dick riding, nipple clamp chain jerking up and down between her huge silicone DDs, which looked all the larger for her small frame. "I love how those clamps and chain look on your tits. Makes you look even cheaper and skankier than you already are." And then he slapped her right tit, bouncing it into her left breast, nipple clamps and chain clicking. And he slapped her tit again. And again until her tit skin was red from the blows, beginning to bruise. She grunted each time he hit her. "I can tell how much you like getting abused, slut. Every time I hit that silicone fuck bag on your chest, I can see your cunt hole clench and it drools slut sauce. Or maybe that's the cum from the earlier fucking in your ass leaking out? Ha! Such a fucking slut." She couldn't deny it. Nipples pinched obscenely in clamps, one man's dick up her ass, and her tits getting manhandled by another man, she could resist no longer and reached for her clit. She wasn't sure if her boss would allow it, but she needed to cum. Mr. Smith watched her fingers spread her puffy pussy lips and find her swollen clit. "Slap your cunt, whore." She did. "Harder, you fucking dumb fuck toy!" She slapped her clit even harder. Moaning, she found she liked it. She hit her clit over and over, alternately rubbing herself while she rode the cock in her ass. Her boss had taken up videoing her again, and was wanking his long hard cock with his other hand, watching her masturbate while she rode a dick up her asshole. "Oh yeah, you fucking slut. I'm going fuck you in your whore cunt and shoot my load all over your slut face. God damn, you are such a fucking bimbo fuck hole! You're about to take two dicks up your slut holes. Get ready to get DP'd, whore." Listening to his degrading words sent Ingrid over the edge. She squirted all over her hand, the couch, Mr. Edwards' balls. Wave after wave of ecstasy shot through her and she cried out with lust. "Yes, please fuck me, sir! Fuck your slut toy! I'm worthless without cock inside my slutty fuck holes!" Mr. Smith pushed Ingrid back onto his colleague's chest, who immediately started humping his hips up towards her asshole, unwilling to give up a moment's use of her backdoor hole. Now that her legs were spread wide in the air and her cunt hole was accessible, Mr. Smith stepped in between her open legs, rubbed the head of his cock over her slick clit, and penetrated her dripping cunt with his rock hard tool. Ingrid had never felt so full. Before today, she'd never taken on two cocks simultaneously, let alone a double penetration of her pussy and ass. She was stretched beyond imagining and took the reaming both men gave her at once. Company Whore Ch. 02 Mr. Smith humped her cunt hole, feeling the dick in her asshole through the thin wall of her pussy. "Oh yeah, you fucking double stuffed whore! Take these dicks! Look what a fucking skank you are, fucking us both at once! We're going to make your holes gape before we're done with you," he panted. "Fuck, you are such a fucking slut bag! Fucking whore!" Ingrid laid back on Mr. Edwards, feeling both dicks sliding in and out of her sloppy holes. Just when she thought she was the biggest slut she could be, she realized there were new depths to her depravity. While her holes got reamed out with dick, she grabbed her tender tits in both hands, squeezing her flesh, pulling on her nipple chain to stretch out her tits, moaning. "Yes! Yes sir! Fuck me, oh god, fuck my holes! Use your slut whore! Fuck me up my asshole! Fuck my ass! Fuck my cunt! I need your cock, I'm useless without your dicks! Fuck me!" She wailed in shameless fervor to be used. "Oh my god, I'm such a fucking slut!" The whore had nearly forgotten that the dick in her asshole was actually attached to a man when the man who was using the dick grunted, "Get ready to take my cum load up your cum bucket whore ass. I'm going to add to that sperm load already up your shit hole." And she felt him unload streams of cum up her ass, painting her bowels with hot sperm, mixing with the other load already up her ass. Meanwhile, Mr. Smith kept pumping away at her cunt. He grabbed the nipple chain out of her hands and jerked even harder, making her nipples stretch up and out lewdly as they carried the weight of her silicone bags. She writhed at the overwhelming sensations all over her slutty body, from her jiggling rack and nipples getting slapped and yanked around, to the cock still humping her cunt hole, to the softening cock still lodged up her asshole along with two loads of cum. With no warning, Mr. Smith gave a couple brutal thrusts making painfully deep contact with her cervix and came in her cunt. He shuddered while he emptied his balls inside her womb. After exhaling a time or two, sweat dripping from his forehead onto her used body, he opened his eyes and smirked down at her, "How does it feel, taking three loads of cum inside your slut holes from three different men in just a few hours? Fuck! You really are such a fucking whore. I'm glad we hired you." He stepped back and Mr. Edwards grunted from underneath the used cum slut, "Get off me, whore." Ingrid lowered her legs and watched Mr. Smith rummage through his drawers again, finally emerging with another anal plug, this one even bigger than the one he and Mr. Young had shoved up her that morning. He ran it down her face and over her lips, dragging her lower lip with the plastic sex toy. He told her, "Yes, get off that dick, cum whore. Don't be too disappointed, I promise you'll get cum more soon. Now bend over and show me how sloppy and stretched your asshole is." Looking at the larger butt plug, Ingrid knew her ass wasn't done being stretched. She got off Mr. Edwards and bent over the cushion next to him, spreading her ass, waiting for the sex toy with some trepidation. Her ass already felt like it was gaping embarrassingly open - she was certain he could see straight up inside her - and she wasn't sure she could take being stretched even further. Mr. Smith could in fact see her asshole yawning open, the cum mixture inside beginning to leak out of her well-used hole. The narrower tip of the anal plug slid easily up the hole with little resistance. He only had to start pushing once the toy was more than halfway in. Damn, her ass was loose! As he forced the rest of the wide anal plug up her ass and popped it home, she let out a sob of pain and frustration. He then told her, "We wouldn't want you to lose any of this cum my colleagues have so thoughtfully filled your bowels with, now would we, fuck meat? Lock these two loads of jizz up your ass, but I want to see my cum run out of your cunt hole for the rest of today. You're not allowed to get cleaned up. For the rest of the day, I want you to look in a mirror and see your makeup smeared and running from gagging on my dick, feel my sperm leaking out of your sloppy pussy, and enjoy this butt plug filling your asshole with all that cum sealed inside. Once you are off work today, you may go home, or to whatever sleaze ball motel you call home, and only then may you finally clean yourself. Take a shower, remove your anal friend there from your asshole, and feel those cum loads slide out your slut hole and down your legs. Return the butt plug to your asshole in the morning after you clean out your dirty hole with an enema. How does that plan sound, fuck toy?" In spite of the large violating sex toy inside her, or maybe because of it, Ingrid wanted to finger her clit again as she listened to his instructions. She was so horny that she couldn't resist moving her hands down her swollen and beaten tits, gently tugging on the nipple clamps chain, and kept moving her hands over her abs and down to her pussy. She realized she owed her boss a response. "Yes sir, I'll of course do as you say. But ... but," and here Ingrid gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and plunged ahead with her request, "would you mind if I came one more time just now, sir?" Both the men started laughing, "Holy fuck, are you a slutty bitch!" "What a cum slut!" Mr. Smith rummaged through his drawer of toys, as Ingrid was beginning to think of the chest next to the couch. He emerged with a huge black realistic-looking dildo. It flopped obscenely in his hand as he waved it in her face. "Absolutely, you can fuck yourself and cum again, slut. Turn over, spread your whore legs, shove this up your cunt and pound yourself while looking into my camera. I'm posting this shit on the company intranet." Ingrid's skin flushed even redder than it was already, but she needed to cum again so bad. She'd used a vibrator before for her ex-boyfriend's entertainment, but never something so big. Slowly, she worked the black dildo into her hole with one hand and rubbed her clit with her other hand. She DP'd herself with rubber toys, feeling both the plug in her backdoor hole, and the dildo up her pussy hole. Feeling like a hot porn star, she spread her legs wide so the camera could catch every pump, squirt, and moan. Surprised to find her pussy hole accepted the big black dildo easier than she expected, she grew bolder with the sex toy, fucking herself harder with it. With each thrust she felt it hit up against the butt plug in her other hole. In a sexual frenzy, she rubbed and rolled her clit between her fingers, moaning and gasping. Eyes squeezed shut, she finally squirted yet again all over the couch and floor in front of her, with some of Mr. Smith's cum leaking down her cunt folds outside the dildo. Once the fluid stopped flowing from her cunt, Mr. Smith asked her on camera, "Now. How do you feel?" Ingrid tiredly smiled into the camera and didn't have the energy to be embarrassed. "Like a well-fucked slut, sir." Mr. Smith stopped recording and put down his cell phone. "Good. Now go clean your slut liquid off that enormous dildo you just fucked your slut hole with, wipe all that cum, sweat, and god-knows-what-else off my couch and floor, then get back to your desk. Oh, you can take off the nipple clamps if you like and pull your skirt down to cover your cunt and that butt plug shoved up your ass, but leave your tits out. I like you looking like a well-fucked slut." Ingrid slowly got to her feet and obeyed. A mixture of his cum and her own cum was leaking from her used cunt and she felt her thighs slide against each other, slippery with the fluid. Doing as she was told, she pulled her skirt down and removed the nipple clamps one at a time, groaning as blood returned to her abused teats. Massaging her nipples just a bit, she risked a peek around. Mr. Edwards had disappeared and Mr. Smith seemed absorbed already in some work at his desk and completely ignored her as she cleaned up the mess. After she'd scrubbed at the floor and couch, tits dangling, for about a quarter of an hour, Mr. Smith looked up at her, exasperated. "For fuck's sake, slut. The cleaning crew will get any stains. Get the fuck out of here, back to your desk, and answer my fucking phones." Ingrid practically ran out of his office, and he admired the view of her huge rack still pushed up out of her bra and shirt, jiggling all over the place, with his cum glistening on the inside of her legs. She looked so hot, he thought he might do a few favors after work. ___________ At the end of the day, Ingrid wondered if she was allowed to tuck her tits back into her bra and top before she put her coat on. She was puzzling this one out, staring at her coat, when Mr. Smith came up behind her and answered the question for her. Wordless, he reached around her and gently tucked her bruised breasts back inside her bra, then retied her top. "You may also clean up your whore makeup before you leave," he allowed. "Thank you, sir," Ingrid said as she picked up her coat. "I'll see you tomorrow, sir." "Enjoy your evening, whore. And remember that butt plug stays in your ass until you get home. Unless of course, you just can't help yourself before you get home and need to add more cum to the skanky little collection you've started up your ass." He laughed at her and smacked her ass cheek. "Yes, sir." He fondled her plump bare ass cheek under her skirt thoughtfully. "I've arranged a ride home for you tonight with one of our company drivers. Wouldn't want you to get mistaken for a street walker and gang raped on your way home. No, that wouldn't do tonight." He grinned maliciously. "We'll save that one for a future evening." "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." It was all Ingrid could think of to say since she wasn't sure what she thought about his insinuation. She'd worry about that later. Besides, she wasn't even sure if he was serious. In the meantime, she'd gratefully take him up on his offer of a company driver taking her back to her motel. She wasn't sure she could handle a subway ride that included a transfer, plus a blocks-long walk through a questionable neighborhood in her current state. After fixing her makeup, she buttoned her coat over her whore outfit, grabbed her purse, and hurried through the front corridors of the SWY offices. Emerging into the main part of the colossal building, she clutched the lapels of her coat together, incredibly conscious that only a few buttons stood between her modesty and putting her body on display to strangers who would judge her for her sluttiness. Taking the elevator to the lower garage level, she met the SWY driver. The man was obviously expecting her and smirked as he held open the black sedan door for her. "Good evening, whore." On her walk down to the garage, Ingrid had been regaining some of her self-respect and was beginning to feel almost like her old self, despite the anal plug up her ass and cum still on her thighs. So being called a whore outside of Mr. Smith's offices caught her off-guard and she stared boldly at the driver. And then she remembered Mr. Smith's original instructions from yesterday, coming back to her verbatim: "You are never to resist the demands of any male in these offices." Oh, god. Did he literally mean while physically inside the offices? Or did he mean any man who worked for SWY? But then his instructions as she was getting ready to leave tonight clearly indicated that he expected she might get fucked again tonight? Right? She was so confused. At a loss, she simply smiled vacantly at the driver and mumbled, "Good evening," as she sat back into the plush leather back seat. The driver gently shut her door with hardly a click and headed around to the driver seat. He adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could see Ingrid and headed out of the garage. They drove a few blocks in silence, headlights and streetlights alternately illuminating the interior of the car, before the driver spoke up again. "Open your coat, whore. I gotta see these epic tits I've heard so much about." Ingrid stared hard back at him, her mind resisting this treatment outside the environment of the SWY offices. And she wondered how what she's been doing made it to this low-level driver so quickly. "Well, I expected you to not be a rocket scientist, but I didn't expect you to be deaf as well. So let me repeat myself and see if you hear this. No woman gets a boob job without wanting to show off her new boobs to men. Plus they've told me already what a slut you are. So just stop resisting like a dummy and do what I say. Or I can make you do what I say. I have my ways, cunt." Numbly, Ingrid nodded once and cast her eyes down. She unbuttoned her coat and spread open the lapels, baring her cleavage. The driver stared her down in the mirror, hardly paying attention to the road. He adjusted his rear-view mirror down so he could see her chest instead of her face. "Rub your tits." She did, without any enthusiasm. She was just following instructions without thought. "I know you like this, you're a slut. Show me how much you like showing off your tits to me." She squeezed her breasts harder, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples through her blouse material mechanically. Still she kept her eyes down and showed a complete lack of eagerness to comply. The driver moved one hand off the steering wheel to his lap. "Untie your shirt, lemme see your bra." Now her hands froze as her mind rebelled. No! She was off work. She didn't have to submit to this chauffeur. She raised her eyes to the back of his head, petulantly pursed her lips, and closed her coat over her chest, crossing her arms. She had just deliberately looked away from him and out the dark window when the driver slammed on the brakes, tires squealing to a stop. "Fuck you, you think you're better than me, you fucking whore? You're a WHORE. You're the lowest fucking bitch out there and if I want to see your tits, I get to see your tits. Just wait until the partners hear about this." A horn honked behind the sedan and the driver stepped on the gas again, going faster than he needed and wheeling hard around corners, obviously angry. Ingrid began to doubt her resolve. What if Mr. Smith expected her to fuck any SWY employee? What if he fired her for insubordination to this chauffeur? But what if she was supposed to only fuck executives in the offices? What if he got angry with her for fucking someone without his knowledge? She hated feeling so stupid and didn't know what to do. The driver sped on, pissed off. She didn't want him angry at her, and she certainly didn't like his aggressive driving, so she opened her coat for him again, hands shaking. Her voice was barely audible, "Of course, I'm sorry, of course you're right. I ... I don't know what I was thinking." "That's more like it, bitch." He made a few turns and then slowed the car as they pulled between a set of darkened buildings. Ingrid dropped her hands and looked out the windows. "Where are we? I'm sorry, but you've made a wrong turn. This isn't my stop." "Don't you think I know that, you cunt?" the driver snarled as he threw the car into park and unbuckled his seatbelt. He got out of the sedan and came around to open Ingrid's door. "Get out." When Ingrid hesitated, he grabbed her arm and hauled her out of the car, throwing her up against a brick wall in the alley. Her face slammed into the brick and she felt a burning stab in her bottom lip as she cut it against her teeth, tasting blood. The driver held her arm twisted painfully behind her back as his other hand snaked under her coat and skirt, baring her ass to the cool night air. "Make a sound and I'll make this 10 times worse for you, cunt." Ingrid clamped her lips shut as he fondled her pussy. She felt her clit start to throb in anticipation of another fucking and she actually spread her legs for his invading fingers. She realized she wanted him to fuck her and welcomed the rough treatment. This was nothing more than what she deserved. "There's the slut I knew you were. I knew you'd love this," he whispered in her ear. He hauled her back to the car, tore her jacket from her body, and flung her face first over the hood of the car. "Pull your skirt up, whore." She did what he said, and then waited for him to see her butt plug. She wondered what he was going to say about it. "Niiiiice butt plug," he barked with a loud laugh. "Well, I was just going to fuck your cunt, but as I see your asshole is primed for dick, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? Or in your case, the ass?" He cackled at his own joke and then wrenched the plastic toy from her ass. Ingrid moaned as she felt her asshole gape open. He spit into her wide hole, spreading his saliva in and around to lube her up. If only he knew her asshole was already wet enough, she thought to herself. Ingrid heard him pull his zipper down, and then next thing she knew, he slammed his dick up her ass with one motion. "God DAMN, your ass knows how to take a cock!" The cock in question wasn't near as wide as her butt plug, so Ingrid took his dick up her ass easily. She even found herself wishing for a bigger dick, or maybe a second dick. As he slammed into her, her body rocked back and forth over the hood of the car, in turn rocking the car on its tires. Then he pulled out of her ass and slid it into her cunt. She moaned. "Oh, you like that, do you?" After a few strokes, he pulled out of her wet slit and slid back into her ass. He alternated back and forth between her two holes, fucking both. "I love a whore with options. This hole, or that hole? This one, or that one?" He snickered as he repeatedly switched between her two fuck holes. "The only question is, which hole should I bless with my load of cum? Cause I've got a big load for you, slut. It's like slut hole roulette. Wanna take any bets?" This brute thought he was a comedian! Ingrid tried to focus on the cock in her holes instead of the voice. She inched her hand down to her clit, hoping he wouldn't notice. He either didn't notice, or didn't care as she started massaging her sensitive button. He banged into her asshole a few final times, then pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip of his dick inside, and jerked himself off with his hand, depositing his cum inside her ass. "Oh yeah you fucking cunt. Take my load up your slutty ass! Take it, you whore!" As his last spasm died away, his words finally sent Ingrid over the edge, and she brought herself off, rubbing her fingers hard over her clit. She gasped, and then had an aftershock when he slid the butt plug back up her rear entrance. "For safe-keeping," he chuckled. She shakily pushed herself up off the hood of the car, pulling her skirt down. And then she heard it. A bunch of cat calls and applause from a balcony two stories up across the alley. They'd had an audience the entire time! She couldn't see them, but they could certainly see her. The disembodied voices called down to her: "Hey, how much do you charge, sweetheart? Come on up here and we'll really show you a good time!" The driver turned towards the voices and gave them two thumbs up. "Maybe she'll have time for you another time, fellas!" "What are you, her pimp? Come on, let's see those tits!" Ingrid was mortified. The driver reached out and pulled her shirt apart. "Eh, show 'em your tits, slut. Might as well give them an encore." Suddenly the idea of showing her bare tits to perfect strangers didn't seem so bad after they'd just watched her take a cock up her ass. Her nipples tingled at the thought, so she brazenly pulled her large bust out of her bra and gave her shoulders a little shimmy, shaking her breasts. More catcalls rained down. "Nice tits! Thanks, honey! Come back anytime!" Company Whore Ch. 02 The driver tossed her coat at her face. "Alright, slut. I can see you're getting off on this, but that's enough showing off. I've gotta drop you off and get home to my girlfriend. I wonder if she'll taste you on my dick tonight when I fuck her face?" The driver headed straight for his driver's seat, not bothering to open her car door. Ingrid shrugged back into her coat and climbed into the back seat, gingerly sitting down on her sore ass. She felt exactly like the slut whore she'd apparently become and perhaps always had been. After all, hadn't she stayed with her ex-boyfriend, letting him use her body as he wanted, just so he would keep paying her way? What did that make her, if not a whore? She couldn't wait to get home and see how much cum spilled out of her asshole when she took a shower. Oh my god, three loads of cum up my ass right now, she thought to herself, I might have to masturbate and cum again tonight. ###