Becca the Bold: a Table Top Slut

"Enjoy the rest of your weekend sir, any special plans?" Kevin's administrative assistant, Becca, asked as he made his way to the door. Blocking his path towards the elevator, the perky and petite brunette stared up at him with needy eyes, hoping to get a little more face time in with her boss.

"Oh, not really Becca," Kevin replied, nervous to converse with his younger secretary about personal things. He also felt bad for making her work on a Saturday. When the temp service first sent her, he had thought about requesting someone less...sexy. Even here and now, her "professional" outfit exposed a little more than he'd like to see in the office. That wasn't true actually, he loved seeing it in the office. His fiancé on the other hand, didn't trust anything with a pulse around her man.

"Working on closing that deal probably and doing stuff...for my fiancé. I'm engaged. Like husbandy stuff."

Kevin, while always nice to people, wasn't the most talented at handling his own personal awkwardness.

"Of course, I've met Justine," she teased, thinking of his gorgeous and still sexy-at-seven-months-pregnant fiancé. She had fantasized about pleasing that woman multiple times. "I've thought about her several times recently. How far along is she now?"

"Seven months, almost there. Thank God. So, how about you?"

"I'm not pregnant sir."

"No no, weekend plans! Do you have any fun plans? Or plans?"

"Not really, just probably stay here for the rest of the afternoon and get a start on Monday's work. Get my bike, maybe ride some cock."

"What?" Kevin jumped.

"A ride round the block. On my bike?"

"Good good good good good, that's good," Kevin stumbled, tripping on his words as he imagined his just recently eligible to drink alcohol, employee riding on a cock and doing it on a bike for some reason. That was the thought that started the tenting in his pants as her nipples grew harder in real time as he watched. She looked down at the growing bulge in his pants and then up at him directly, fluttering her eyes a few times and making him realize that he needed to go.

"That sounds nice. Ok, you wrap up and get out of here within the hour, OK? Ok. And have a good night and a nice Sunday, whatever you do. I don't want to know."

"Will do boss," she responded with a teasing voice, definitely guilty of saying what he heard at first and pushing the envelope a little. She loved teasing the man, constantly fantasizing about eventually bedding him, alongside that lady of his. Becca enjoyed being bossed around in bed and she loved the way Justine took charge of Kevin.

Becca daydreamed for a moment to thoughts of her ex-boyfriend. He had taken care of everything for her, letting her live with him and not making her have a job. Well, a job beyond always being available for his needs. Allowing her mouth and pussy to be available whenever was hot to her, especially for a decent man that was willing to take care of her.

That worked for her until she found out that he was not really a decent man and that she was one of many pieces of ass around town. When she challenged him to pick one, he decided to go with another girl, throwing her out and essentially leading to her starting over. Living in a studio apartment now, with nothing but a fancy wardrobe to show for her last year and a half, she longed for someone to provide for her again. Knowing his boss' love for his fiancé though, she knew her next sugar daddy would never be Kevin.

Kevin watched her daydream for a moment, then he seized his opportunity to escape and walked out of the side door into the stairwell. This was the best option, he thought, choosing to not take the elevator to be more discreet with his now slowly relaxing bulge.

As soon as Becca lost sight of Kevin, she jumped up and started cleaning her desk to escape. Knowing her strategies from the past, she could be out of there in a tight fifteen. She grabbed her go-bag from under her desk and jogged down the hall towards the bathroom.

Once inside, she pulled a second outfit from the bag and started getting changed. If Kevin was nervous about her work clothes, he wouldn't be able to handle her bar clothes. Stripping naked in the bathroom, she moved quickly but calmly, knowing the office was empty except for her. Normally, she'd wait for the phone to ring all Saturday afternoon when she worked weekends, occasionally playing with herself under her desk or taking a nap on the big table in conference room one. Thankfully, that room didn't have any windows, so it was both private and dark. Overall, it was a quiet floor, of a quiet office building, and she enjoyed the time to herself.

Being as horny as she had been lately, conference room one had frequently come in handy. Regardless, she knew wearing that day's outfit out wouldn't get her laid, despite it getting a literal rise from her boss.

Instead, she put on a short, flowy black skirt and a tight, white halter top, deciding to skip the bra and let her chest speak for itself. Not overly large, her 32B breasts were just petite enough to not need a bra. Her legs were smooth as silk, opting to shave them that morning when preparing herself for someone to hopefully see her naked that night. Topping off her outfit, down on the bottom, were a pair of three-inch cork wedges that added height and an extra bounce to her taught tits when she walked.

Confirming that she looked fuckable in the mirror, she went back to her desk and returned the bag to its original location. She opened a drawer, grabbing her phone and wallet, before sliding a cherry red lipstick into a little hidden pocket of her skirt.

Once outside, Becca enjoyed the setting July sun, giddy to be out of work on a Saturday before the sun went all the way down. She headed down to the coast, a short walk from her building, planning to stop at a few of her favorite spots before hitting the lounge at one of the nicer hotels.

While she made decent money working for Kevin, she occasionally acted as a date for lonely...and rich...businessmen. Seeing some of the losers come into her work, she knew that she could supplement her income with minimal effort. Also, every date was a new opportunity for her to find someone new to take care of her. Inside however, she knew better than to fuck where she worked, so she tried to steer clear of the hotels too close to the office.

Becca didn't consider herself a whore, just a bit of entrepreneur. When she had first moved to the city, she had gone on the occasional date just for a nice dinner, maybe sucked a dick for a ride. Learning to make that work to her advantage though, she grew these dates into the occasional luxury item or piece of jewelry. Other times, it was just a wad of cash. Hell, that was how she had originally met her ex.

Ok, maybe she was a bit of a whore, she thought to therself. But she was safe and honestly, always enjoyed the sex. Always. Sometimes she even felt guilty about taking the money.

After watching the sun set and having a small bite to eat, Becca took a train to the financial district and started hitting up the open spots. Quiet on the weekends, Saturday night was still a good night to find lonely and tipsy men, celebrating a good week or perhaps drinking away a poor one. Finally settling at a place known best for Sunday brunch, in one of the nicer hotels, she found a spot at the bar and ordered a bloody Mary. Not really a fan of the taste of alcohol, she liked the way it looked in front of her.

Looking around, she wasn't super impressed with who she saw. A few finance bros were hanging around the bar and a group of guys were down at the end to her left.

"Compliments of the lady at the end of the bar," the bartender smiled, dropping off the drink in front of Becca. Gazing down the bar to her right, her eyes locked on to a wealthy looking woman, most likely in her early thirties. She was fit, confidently eyeing Becca as she lifted the garnish from her drink, placing it in her mouth and sucking off a single olive before placing it back in. Picking up the hint, Becca picked up her drink and slid down next to her admirer.

"May I join you?" Becca asked, sitting down regardless of the answer.

"And your name?" the woman asked, undressing her with a fire in her eyes, chewing the olive in her mouth. The sparkle of her eye caught Becca's attention, a pivot in her nightly plan clearly imparted by fate.

"Becca."

"No, not tonight," the woman said. "Tonight, you are Slut. And I'm Miss Hannah. What's your price?"

"Excuse me? You buy me a drink and just think that I'm a..."

"Don't worry Slut, Miss Hannah is not a cop. Miss Hannah is married and rich. My husband Mr. Noah is busy tonight and tomorrow, so I need something...or someone...to do. How much do you want? I saw you scoping the playing field, you're so horny, your tits are about to pierce through your top."

"So just me and you?" Becca negotiated back, interrupting the woman receiving a quick nod as she continued to eye her tits. Becca felt like she may have hooked something good here, so pretended to hem and haw a bit. Not the dick she was hoping to ride, but maybe it could still make for a fun night, maybe even a fun weekend.

"Three grand for the night," she responded, feeling brave, before taking a roll of the dice. "Five for the rest of the weekend."

"Sold," Hannah replied, seeming to chuckle at the cost. "Let's go up to my room and get you your money."

Becca, now beginning to wonder if she underplayed her hand, was also very excited at the possibilities. Being an avid fan of oral sex with other women, she enjoyed the thought of not telling some limp dick old man that he was attractive this weekend. Plus, she had never done more than the night like this before, but felt naturally comfortable around this woman. And after reading stories from other women online, fun weekends like this were sometimes life-altering experiences.

The woman stood up, rising to stand a few inches taller than Becca, and clearly a bit stronger. Her brunette hair was pulled back in a perfectly smooth bun, a shape hugging dress hiding little of her toned curves. With amazing teardrop shape, her large breasts sat like statues on her upper torso, snapping back into place with amazing precision. The woman extended a hand as Becca swiveled in her chair, taking it and hopping down. The two left the bar and headed through the lobby towards the elevator, still holding hands.

Becca looked around, briefly self-conscious, wanting to make sure that no one was looking. Feeling like she had been noticed in the past, she was extra aware of her surroundings now. But no one was watching her, eagerly following behind this woman like a lost pet, Miss Hannah squeezing her hand as a sign of support. This hotel was truly one of the nicer ones in the city, and the nicer hotels in the city recognized that their guests appreciated discretion as much as they did fine accommodations.

Once at the elevator, they waited in silence after Miss Hannah had hit the button. Becca was starting to get extremely wet, thinking she about eating pussy and riding this woman's face. She decided in the moment to just let herself go and enjoying whatever this rich, impressive specimen may have in store.

It was mysterious and she really liked it.

In this moment, after settling on her decision, Becca had a sudden doubt of her judgement, wondering if she should really get on the elevator with this woman. During most of her previous girlfriend style experiences, she was always in control, but this time felt different. Getting hotter at the thought of not knowing what may happen, she felt a hot wave between her legs. The elevator arrived with a bing, pulling her back from her horny thoughts. Miss Hannah boarded the elevator and turned back towards the door.

"Slut, here," Miss Hannah instructed, pointing to the ground next to her.

Rushing onto the elevator as told, Becca suddenly felt hotter for being obedient and doing as told. Eager to please the woman who had chosen her in the bar, she took initiative and kneeled down on the floor. Waiting quietly again, the door slowly closed and Miss Hannah pressed the button for the penthouse. As the elevator started to ride up, she placed a finger on Becca's shoulders and lightly pulling her in, telling her it was time to get to work. Dropping lower on her knees, Becca lifted the front of Miss Hannah's skirt up to her waist, pulling her panties to the side and burying her face in the rich woman's snatch. Embroidered on the front of her thong, a simple QUEEN in all capital letters.

Lapping at the woman's lips, she traced the folds with her tongue, lingering on her clit. Furiously tasting Miss Hannah, Becca moaned at being humped back against forcefully. Miss Hannah grabbed the back of her head, rubbing it harder and harder into her juicy folds.

At one point, Becca asked herself what might happen if the door opened, her on her knees like this. The thought turned her on, possibly being exposed like that. Honestly though, she didn't care. Probably not before this moment, but definitely not after it. Excited to be this woman's property for the next day and a half, she fully intended to give Miss Hannah her money's worth.

"Untie your top," Miss Hannah added. "But don't stop eating me out."

Reaching up behind her neck, Becca undid the knot holding her breasts in place. Letting it drop down her front, she felt her breasts jiggle free, her sensitive nips tightening in the air.

Leaning forward, Miss Hannah reached for the back of Becca's skirt, pulling it up to see that she wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Oh, you are a slutty girl. I finally found the right one I think."

Miss Hannah laid a slap down onto the tanned cheeks below her, causing a reddish handprint to form and prompting a jolt through Becca. Knowing her ass looked good, she wiggled for the woman looking down at her, being thrilled at being called slutty. She paid good money to keep a tanned body year-round, not wanting any tan lines when being naked and seen. Happy that Miss Hannah seemed to appreciate the dedication, or at least the appearance at a minimum.

The elevator stopped, the bing-like sound and opening of the door catching Becca's attention. Attempting to pull back and check to make sure no one was watching her, Miss Hannah held on to the back of her head, not letting her escape as the door fully opened. Miss Hannah suddenly walked forward, pushing Becca down lightly but dominantly, stepping over her and into the lobby.

Watching the woman stride over her, adjusting her QUEEN thong, but still leaving her newly tongued pussy on display, Becca twisted and started to get up.

"Stay on your hands and knees Slut," she ordered without turning around, walking to the double doors at the other end of the private lobby.

Becca continued to do as told, crawling across the floor quickly to catch up with her boss of the evening. Some drool escaped her mouth as she panted to keep up. Arriving at her Miss Hannah's feet, she again waited quietly for further instruction.

"Up, Slut."

Becca rose to her feet, the top of her halter top still untied and hanging down in front of her. She had her own drool covering her breasts and the juices of this woman, whom she just met, lingering gingerly on her face.

Entering the room, the two moved in unison, Becca trailing obediently a few steps behind.

"Go into the kitchen and pour me a glass of red," Miss Hannah instructed, picking up a briefcase from the table and heading to a couch in the living space. Placing the case on the coffee table, she started rubbing her pussy again, growing irritated at the length of time it was taking Becca.

Opening the brief case, there were three dildos of expanding size, the biggest being a solid foot long and four inches around. Holy shit, Becca thought, walking back into the room with the glass of wine.

"Pick two for your pussy," Miss Hannah instructed. "Stick one on the table there and the other on the other end. You're going to get up there and ride one for me while sucking on the other."

"What will the third one be for Miss Hannah?" Becca asked cautiously, knowing her role but desperately wanting to know.

"Sluts don't ask questions. But...since you must know, if you perform well, maybe nothing," she smiled, repeating the same chuckle that made Becca wonder earlier that evening. "If not, maybe something. We'll see."

Wondering if Miss Hannah was referring to her ass, Becca decided to take the bigger two and stuck them to the table. Smiling, Miss Hannah closed the briefcase and placed it down on the floor. She leaned back on the couch, pulling up the front of her dress again and starting to toy with her clit.

"Go on now," the woman instructed Becca as she spread her legs wide and began to finger herself a little. "Put on a show for Miss Hannah."

Still in her skirt, and the untied halter top damp from saliva, Becca slid the skirt down to her ankles before pulling her only other piece of clothing over her head. Standing there in just her wedges, Becca moved towards the table, stepping the foot and a half up on to it with a little hop. Carefully walking on the table now, she was glad she had spent years taking ballet, being able to walk in anything since without issue. The jiggle of her tits from the wedges landing, post hop caused Miss Hannah to play with herself a little faster now. She was impressed with Becca's balance.

Squatting over the smaller of the two, Becca licked her fingers before sucking them into her mouth. Lubing them up with an audible growl. She rubbed them along her mound, making her lips as wet as she could as she slowly split them open a hair. Guiding the tip of the first dildo to her pussy, she eased herself down, engulfing the full 8 inches with ease. With Becca squatting on top of this toy, spread wide in front of Miss Hannah, both now began to feverishly finger their clits. Becca began gliding up and down slowly, her tits jostling slightly as she reached both hands for her nipples, taking them in her fingers and squeezing, a moan barely escaping her mouth. Her pussy was drenched, allowing the shaft to move with ease.

"Now spin, lean forward and suck on the other dildo."

Moving from her feet to her knees without taking the silicone rod from her pussy, Becca turned and started to fellate the largest dildo, getting a few inches into her mouth before her throat began to resist. She rocked back and forth, impaling her snatch on one while the tip of the other kissed her face. As she bottomed out, she rocked back forward, the tip on her lips poking into her mouth and quickly against the back of her throat. Picking up the speed now, Becca could feel her first orgasm getting close.

"No cumming yet," Miss Hannah instructed, sensing it and then hearing a whimper escape from around the false dick in Becca's mouth. "I go first."

Watching Becca teeter tottering on the dildos stuck to the table, Miss Hannah began to pound two of her fingers in and out of her dripping snatch, sounding like a round of applause. Reaching up to her top, she slid one hand between the fabric and skin, scooping up a perfect breast and sliding it free from the material. She began pinching her nipple as her first orgasm washed over her.

"Oh, fuck yes," Miss Hannah groaned, holding the two fingers deep inside of her as she bounced around in her seat. "Cum for me Slut, cum now."

Grateful to finally receive THIS instruction, Becca reached between her legs and started playing madly with her clit, downright violently and with a purpose. Taking her mouth off the imitation cock in front of her, she began grunting with her mouth open. Drool spilling out the sides and down on to the table.

"Thank you, Miss Hannah," she groaned in ecstasy, the orgasm flooding through her. She humped back on the dildo behind her, her hips gliding in a motion that screamed for more cock.