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by Candy Girl

  Sam pulled out of her roughly, making her cry out one last time. Gia tried to catch her breath as cum and pussy juices leaked out of her. She couldn't feel her arms and she was dying to move her legs, but she knew Sam wasn't done with her yet, he was going to get as much as he could from her.

  Office Slut

  Candy Girl

  Office Slut

  Chapter 1

  I was on my way to his office in New York. The plane ride had made me sleepy and being cooped up in an area that restricted usually makes me horny. There’s nothing else to speculate about! So here I was cruising in a very tight sexy, office outfit, very wet and ready to be taken to bed. I could feel my being controlling and assertive, but personally, I love to be dominated. Thinking about when a man pushes his cock down my mouth shouting rudeness at me really, got me hot.

  Max and I had known each other for years. He lived for a short time in mine and my girls’ apartment when I was in between guy friends. I used to let him caress and fondle my tits or rub my body when I was aroused or just lonely. I had only been 18 at the time. He never tried anything else, for that reason, we are still buddies. I pretend to love to down your throat stuff; it makes me tingle. I can be a very, very nasty girl.

  I recall cuddling up to his body at night acting innocent. He tried his best to pretend the short little outfits didn't arouse him I wore to bed, and I pretended I didn’t wear them to taunt him. Anyway, we were just buddies, and he had invited me to accept what he called an “executive status” in his office.

  Max had become a powerfully rich person, pioneering some new software for the internet. His office was in a gloomy looking structure. I got in the elevator, and I could sense eyes on me. Had they never seen a good-looking dirty blonde girl of 22 in their place before? My body trembled under the cold and shame I felt when I saw how my hard nipples were swelling in my blue blouse. Shit, I felt like such a horny bitch.

  Max office was crowded. However, he told me just to come in when I got there. I opened his office door, interrupting what looked like a critical meeting. I could feel a blush come over my face as several pairs of eyes moved to my face first, then my top. Shit.

  “That’s all gentlemen.” Guys in expensive suites picked up their briefcases and portfolios walking past me. Several of the younger men looked me up and down. One of the older guys stopped by the door apparently intending to be the last one out. He was handsome in that kind of way and smiled at me gazing lustily in my eyes as he closed the door. Eerie.

  “How are you, Kitty?” It’s my nickname. I laughed along with him.

  “Damn. Does everybody just obey you like that?” I teased.

  “Kitty, you always did.” I didn’t like that; it was a peculiar confidence I hadn’t actually seen him assert. Not sure what he intended I sat down uneasily in a leather chair.

  “So about this job,” I began.

  “Donna, how is your boyfriend.” The Strange subject change I thought.

  “Well, he’s okay. Doesn’t want me to move out to New York, but hell for 90k a year he can fuck himself.” The vulgarity left him motionless, and he didn’t laugh.

  “You always did love money.” And control I added in my head. He stood stepping over to the window exposing a very well-tailored silk suit. “It’s more of an executive assistant job; that is till you’ve proven yourself.”

  “Well, I don’t mind that,” I said in excitedly, “I can start from the bottom.” He smiled. “What will I be doing, though, you’ve been very secretive.”

  “Well, I need somebody to handle that crowd out there.”

  “Oh, no problem,” I inserted again excitedly.

  “And somebody to help satisfy executives coming into town,”

  “Sure,” I said charmingly.

  “And she would have to come in pretty early."

  “I hate mornings, but it's a living.”

  “And she would have to be naked.” Max paused looking at me.

  “What?” I said a little amazed, thinking I had heard wrong.

  Max laughed loudly. “I’m just bullshitting.” I looked relieved. “Just a little naked and in anything, I want her to wear.” I waited for a wink, but his serious look did not diminish.

  “Danna, I wonder if you could do the job I want you too, you look afraid.” He wasn’t the man I remembered. “You have no cause to be. I know your aspirations; we’ve been stepping around this for years.”

  “Okay, I think I know why you brought me here, the first class flight, and the 90k for secretarial work. Check it out I’m not a whore, and I won’t do anything your dirty nasty mind has intended.” My aggressive nature was raising its ugly head as I stepped to a wood paneled door. I made sure to swing my ass in that sexy “I’m nobody’s whore, Max.”

  “Yes you are Donna, and you’re going to love it.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Does your boyfriend know you're fucking around on him?” My face went red. How could he know that?

  “You may not realize that we are aware a lot of the same people Donna. Your boyfriend plays for the Cleveland Browns, and my partner’s uncle owns them. I hear you're quite an animal when you’re being fucked by big dick black men on the defensive line, and I hear you're also quite the dealer. Apparently, you’ll do ANYTHING to keep up your locker room rights. I also heard this wouldn’t be your first job where you expected to be an obedient little slut; you also worked at another place where you were passed around to whoever your man wanted you to please.”

  “That’s not true, you bastard.” He dropped his head and grinned. I felt humiliation for what he knew about the locker room event and wondered who else knew.

  “Really, it’s not?” Max knew when I was lying. “Let’s call him shell we and find out if he knows about all these scandals.” He cooed, as he picked up his phone.

  “Okay, Max.” I stopped him. “My boyfriend is buying me a house in Florida for my birthday, and I don’t want to have to give back my red Mercedes so, what do you expect me to do?” I looked at him pleading him to make it simple and just let me go. I don’t think I minded, though. We were both stripping each other with our eyes. I didn’t want the position; I could work anyplace I sought for at least 70k. I just loved being spoiled and my boyfriend had a large dick.

  “Tomorrow you will wear something a little sexier than what you are now although I like the free show.” He motioned to the light blue blouse that was mostly sheer where you could visibly see my boobs hanging out of my bra. “Show me what kind of panties you're wearing.” I hesitantly played the part he had forced me into and stepped over to the desk. I slowly slid the tight leather skirt over my ass revealing my stockings stuck tight to my moist clit, the hot little garter belt, and my lacy white underwear. He took my hips and yanked me forward.

  “You're wet.” I felt embarrassed he had caught me wet. I had been horny all evening and couldn’t wait to get back to my room and masturbate. The situation in his office wasn't helping. My scent floated through the room. He slid my panties to the side and penetrated my lips. I jumped back somewhat feeling my face flush.

  “You're a nasty girl.” He stared up at me devilishly. “Sign the papers out on the table and be here at 7 am. Wear no stockings, something viciously short and a thong.” As he snapped his orders to me, I pulled down my tight mini skirt and moved for the door. Just as I thought he has no proof I fucked those two defensive players, he said, “Oh and one more thing.” Max clicked on television in his office of a tape of me begging for more of that “big dick,” I didn’t even need to look to see what it was.

  Office Slut

  Chapter 2

  The next morning was cold. I ran from the taxi in my short skirt with no stockings on as I had been commanded to wear. I clasped to my coat feeling my tits bouncing in the low cut silky cloth of my blouse. I was mad he was making me do this but excite at feeling; I didn’t have a choice. I climbed into the elevator almost falling in ridiculously high heels. They were the sluttiest heels I owne
d, and I thought that would please him, ready to do anything to keep it all a secret.

  I snorted a little when I felt a hand on my butt cheek. I turned abruptly to see that same official from the other day lustily staring at me.

  “How are you, Miss Kitty?”

  “I’m fine thank you.” I looked clenching my teeth while trying to sweep his hand away, but it was already going up my thigh. When my floor came, I drove out of the elevator hearing a soft giggle from some of the men in the oversized space. Great way to start the day, I could only imagine the embarrassing things that Max had planned for me today.

  He was already in a meeting, and I was imposing again. He asked everyone to leave and looked at me.

  “Why are you still wearing your jacket?” I seemed surprised. It was cold in his office. He was in a suit, and I was barely wearing anything.

  “I’m cold Max.”

  “Sir,” He snarled as he gazed at my coat. “And it doesn’t matter if you're cold. Strip, bitch.”

  “Strip? Please, Max, uh, Sir, don’t make me, it's cold in here.”

  “Now,” He relished in ordering. I gently pulled the jacket off of my shoulders. I pulled down the zipper of a very tight fitting dress revealing my curvy figure. My long hair brushed my cheeks as I pulled down the tight, dark blue dress that was indecently short. I stood with my hands on my waist daring him to order me again. My nipples began to feel the effects of losing the dress.

  “Damn, you’re a stupid bitch. Why did you carry a bra? And why are you gazing at me like a dumb whore, I said strip. Take it all off.” I was a wee taken back by him calling me names, but I agreed. I slid the straps of my sexy bra off my shoulders one at a time. My boobs that had been bulging out of the small cups were happy to be freed bouncing forward freely when I unclasped the back. I slid my fingers down my belly to the string of my thin black thong and pulled it slowly down my legs. I stood naked before him trembling slightly. I started to remove my shoes, but he told me to keep them on because he liked it.

  “You know I almost phoned your boyfriend to tell Frank how easily you agreed to my price.” He chuckled mockingly as my mouth fell. “Relax, Kitty, I didn’t. I always knew you had beautiful tits, but you’re a well-proportioned girl. Turn around let me see that sweet ass.” I moved my mouth in objection but decided just to do what he asked dutifully.

  “Come here.”

  I strolled slowly over to his desk swaying my ass. “Bend over the table.” Max picked up his phone on the desk and phoned an extension while I found myself vulnerably exposed over a table. “Come to my office Sam.” I looked up at him. I didn’t know he intended on inviting anybody else to engage in his sick domination. He grinned when he saw the fear on my face. I chose not to ask I was beginning to fear my new master.

  Sam was the same dirty old bastard from the elevator. Fuck. I stared back at Max urging him with my eyes to stop while trying to hide my face in disgrace from Sam. He was clearly enjoying seeing what his boss had asked me to do I noticed an instant bulge start to appear in his pants. Maybe he uses Viagra.

  “Max…..please?” I begged out loud imploringly, but I just sounded pitiful.

  “Sam, I caught Miss Kitty being a very naughty girl in the office. You have three girls, what do you do to them when they were acting badly?”

  My eyes got wide as he asked this dirty old bastard to give the opinion on my “punishment.” Why, was he so bent on embarrassing me, I thought. I hated Sam.

  “Why, I would thrash them of course.”

  “Well go on Sam teach this little whore a lesson.” I looked back at Max shocked. I could feel my lower lip shaking feeling like I was about to cry. I love sex, and I love being dominated but this was so uncomfortable. I had never been used like this by anyone. I had never been made into anybody’s slave! I felt Sam’s presence behind me. His hand stretched far away from my ass and landed hard on my butt cheek. I let out a screech. He walloped me. I could feel the sting as he proceeded slowly to hit me. If I were his daughter, I would never offend him ever again. Maybe that’s why Max asked him to do it, or maybe he knew that because it was an old bastard, it would be that much more awkward for me. I was fast becoming what he wanted me to be; his submissive office wench.

  That dirty old fool kept this up for a couple of minutes enjoying every cry he got me to let out. I could feel my ass burning as it bounced back with every slap. The noise was so loud, and I looked back to see Max smiling at my torture. Sam rubbed my ass a little too cool the blush of my cheek. Max reached out and took a handful of my hair yanking my head back. I cried out with the immediate surge of pain. Sam probed my asshole a little with his finger. I winced feeling him touch me in between my cheeks. He slid his finger down to my lips where I heard him let out a small giggle. I was soaking wet. He began slowly pushing his finger into my dripping pussy and rubbed my bruised ass with his other hand. He continued to smack my butt lightly. I squirmed, a little as he continued to push a finger in and out of me. I felt sick even though my body was reacting sexually. I looked forward expressionless feeling my body involuntarily shift back on his hand dripping with my juices. He used the juices from my pussy and spread them in between my cheeks. He appeared intent on soaking my anus and watching me writhe in anticipation. I hoped Max wouldn’t let him fuck me. I shivered in disgust.

  “Thank you, Sam. I think she’s very, very sorry for what she did.” Sam didn’t stop. “Thank you, Sam I’ll see you later in our meeting.” He reluctantly moved his hands off my body. He stepped to the door but turned to grin at me before he opened the door and left. He nodded to Max.

  “Max….How could you…” I protested loudly.

  “Shhhh. If you didn’t like it then why are you so wet?” He said seductively. “And if I have to order you one more time to call me sir I’ll fuck you in the ass, myself. Go type this.” He threw some papers at me. I reached for my clothes. He looked up at me and jerked my clothes from my hands. He opened a closet and threw the clothes behind the door. I couldn’t believe when he removed a key and locked it. I turned and started to whisper about how ludicrous he was being.

  “What? What did you say, Donna?” The rage in his voice made me nervous. I couldn’t believe this old buddy had me so frightened and powerless.

  “What are you complaining about? Just remember you caused this on yourself by being such a whore.” It was then that I noticed how aroused he was.

  “Come over here….on your knees.” He undid his belt, and I thought for sure he was going to unleash that beast from his pants. “On all fours like a dog,” he scolded. “Now turn around.” I was uncertain what he was going to do I thought he was going to make me suck his dick.

  Office Slut

  Chapter 3

  He started to hit my ass with his belt. I had already taken so much, but this totally broke my spirit. I cried as he cemented the pain I felt. When he commanded me to turn around, he saw the tears in my eyes. “Oh Kitty, come here.” He showed some pity guiding me into his strong arms and stroking my hair. “You understand, don’t you? I’ve needed you for so long, and I know you needed me to. It is your punishment for taunting me all those years. Now you know what it feels like. You’re an amazingly sexual woman that has experienced being a slut. Now you're going to learn how to serve one guy and you’re going to do anything I tell you. Understand?” I nodded dejectedly. “Now suck my dick.” I could feel his shaft poking my tits as he held me. I slid down to my knees and opened his pants revealing his rod. I felt myself spurt a little knowing how much I loved sucking dick and being ordered made me crazy.

  He wrapped his hand around his cock and with the other took me by my hair. “Open your mouth Kitty, and put your lovely little lips around my prick.” I opened and let him slide his rod down into my throat. I heard myself moan softly, as he guided his dick in and out. I tried to stroke his head with my tongue and flicked the head. It proved tough as he was so far down my mouth. I looked up at him to see if I pleased him. I wanted to stare at him whil
e sucking him but he, brutally handled my head, forcing back down on his cock. He groaned plunging deeper into me. He yanked out of my mouth, his pre-cum and my spit all over him. I understood I still had my mouth open anxious for more slightly dribbling at the sight of the river of fluid from my mouth to his throbbing dick. He had stopped to look at the seat on the other side of the desk.

  Office Slut

  Chapter 4

  My phone started to ring. Max had left my coat on the seat when he ripped my clothes off me. We both looked up at my jacket vibrating and illuminating. It stopped ringing. I remembered quickly, how I had called my lover last night leaving him a very, stressed message. He looked at the coat while making a motion to push my head back down on him. As he studied the situation; I continued to do the work I was hired to do. I tightened my grip on him, sucking in my mouth to create an enormous pressure around his prick. Max reaction was the one I desired, and I felt him grow harder as he pushed deeper and deeper into the taught muscles of my throat. I let his head rest on my tongue, stroking his rod while working up motion.