Copyright © May 2017 by CiaoSteve
Foreword #1 : All characters in this series are over 18
Foreword #2 : This is a sequel to "Secretary to Slut - Susan's Journey". Although there is a little recap at the start of the story, you may want to read part 1 to get up to speed with Susan's journey to date
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What had she done? Just
what
had she done!
Susan Green, 23, had her whole life ahead of her. A good degree and a promising career as a legal secretary. She wanted for nothing and the world owed her nothing. Then she found it . . . true love, or so she thought. Tall, dark and handsome but with a hidden secret which, one day, came back to haunt her. With her whole world turned upside down and now desperate for money, Susan had applied for a job in what she thought was the leisure industry.
An eventful interview over, Susan is slowly walking back to her apartment with a very pensive expression on her face. No problem with the interview, she had been successful and starts her new role after the weekend. So why wasn't she happier? After all she needed the money and now she had a job which offered huge rewards for the right person, with flexible hours to boot. She should be happy, she should be
more
than happy. Just one snag, it wasn't the leisure industry. It was the pleasure industry and she had just signed up to be a high class whore.
Deep in thought she continued walking. So, options, there must be options? Turn up on Monday and start off on the road to slutdom (after her performance at interview she might even enjoy it) or turn and run. Run, yes run away. She could move well out of town and rent a small place while she sells her apartment. Will be tough on the money front but could be an option. But damn, what about the video. The interview had been taped. She couldn't afford for that tape to find its way onto the internet. That would be the end.
Blackmailed, she thought. I've been blackmailed. But had she? She was given the chance to leave the interview on more than one opportunity.
Leave
, she could have got up and walked but actually she wanted,
insisted
on staying and signed the contract of her own free will. Not really a case of blackmail, was it.
All it took was a little encouragement to drop her inhibitions. That drink, why did she accept that drink? As she though about it that taste of water, but with a slightly fruity edge, hit her taste buds again and then memories started flooding back. That feeling of warmth, of wanton desire, of a burning itch deep inside which just had to be relieved. Relaxing on the sofa, pulling her juice soaked panties to one side, fingers deep in her pussy as the waves of ecstasy rolled over her. The best orgasm she had every had, and all this in front of an audience. And most of all, she enjoyed it. Was she really such a slut?
Arriving home, a second floor 2 bedroom apartment, she turned the key in the lock and entered. Slipping off her shoes on the doormat, she threw her keys on the table and her bag on the nearest chair, then headed for the bathroom. The only thing on her mind was to wash away the memories, the memories of this fateful day, of relaxation, of satisfaction, of
exhilaration
. Damn, she was doing it again, reflecting and enjoying the mental imagery it created.
Popping into her bedroom, Susan removed her suit and blouse, leaving her standing there in a rather plain pair of cotton panties and matching white t-shirt bra. Not your typical slut.
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Susan stood there almost motionless for what seemed an eternity but was barely a minute or two. She was 5 foot 8 (or 173cm) without her shoes and still had that girl next door look about her. Wavy blonde hair, reaching just over her shoulders in a tantalising way, the end of her locks pointing seductively at her breasts, still confined in that white bra. Susan didn't wear a lot of makeup but really didn't need to. She had a china doll complexion, high cheekbones, large blue eyes and the most beautiful set of pale red lips that you had ever seen.
When it came to her body she was normal. Yes normal, fairly average for a woman of her height. Not muscled, not athletic, not skin and bone, but you would have to say toned. Susan wasn't a gym freak but with a small appetite and a busy lifestyle that didn't seem to matter. She never lost nor gained weight, an attribute she thought could make millions if only it could be bottled. Long shapely legs leading up to wide hips and a good inch or so of thigh gap framing her white panties. Over her left ankle was her only tattoo, a delicate string of black stars of various sizes meandered from just beneath the ankle bone some six inches or so up her lower calf. A waistline of 24 inches along with a bust of just under 32 inches gave her an attractive hourglass figure.
She slipped off her bra and threw it on the bed, breasts popping out, springing to attention. Fairly high set on her chest, pert and symmetrical, with the smallest brown aureoles sitting at the very foremost point. Even Susan thought of them as being her best feature.
Now standing in just a pair of plain white cotton panties, clothed you probably wouldn't look twice but having stripped off it was the skin tone that set her apart. That same china doll complexion stretched the whole length of her body. Other than the tattoo, not a blemish in sight. She looked like a porcelain goddess. The girl next door, a picture of innocence, hardly imagining how things were going to change.
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Susan glanced down and was surprised to see both nipples still standing to attention. Looking like little walnuts they stood out a good half inch or so from the pale flesh of her breasts. Without thinking, her hands automatically moved up to her breasts and gave the enlarged nipples a quick pinch. Once again those sparks of desire rose up in her loins. Susan thought to herself, was this still the cordial she drank at the interview or was this inner feelings she didn't realise existed, surfacing again. Again and again she pinched, pulling a bit harder at those engorged nubs one at a time. The warmth in her loins was growing stronger.
"No." she muttered to herself "I mustn't, I can't do this again."
Susan bent over at the waist and rolled the panties down her long legs. A neatly trimmed light brown bush slowly appeared. Triangular, almost precision in quality, disappearing between her legs with just the barest glimpse of her pussy lips, glistening with juices, visible between her thighs.
She picked up the panties, feeling their dampness and got a faint whiff of excitement. Holding them to her nose she tool a deep breath, inhaling her sweet musk. Yes, they were damp again and
yes
, she felt that wanton need brewing inside.
Now nude, she moved quickly from bedroom to bathroom, a misnomer as there wasn't a bath but simply a walk-in shower area at one end of a fairly large stone effect tiled wet room. Under floor heating kept the tiles at just above room temperature. Fiddling with the shower controls, water started to rain down from a large square silver drencher head hanging from the ceiling. It was like having your own private rain storm, only warm instead of cold.
Having checked the temperature, which was just right, Susan plunged herself into the free flowing torrent. Just what she needed, a hot steamy shower, the power of the water gently massaging her upper body. Standing under the shower her pale skin gleamed as water poured over her shoulders, across her stomach and down those long legs.
She grabbed a large bar of soap and started to lather up. Carefully she cleaned all over, her body now awash with soap bubbles as well as the fast flowing water. Hitting her breasts she just had to linger a while longer. The feeling of the silky soap bubbles over those tender hard nubs, little shocks of electricity coursed through her body, a tingling rising lower down. She rubbed and pinched, concentrating her efforts on those tender nipples.
"Mmmmmmm" she moaned out loud.
Reluctantly leaving her breasts, Susan continued to lather down her body, across that flat stomach and then down her legs. Finally she returned and lathered up around her most intimate area, the light brown triangle that was her bush becoming invisible under a mass of soap bubbles. Putting the soap down she took one hand and gently swirled the foam around. Inch by inch she circled down between her legs finding her pussy lips, already engorged and slick with juices. Every time she touched it was like she had set off a chain reaction flowing through her body. Breathing a little harder now, she knew she couldn't stop.
Slowly she reached further and with one finger spread her pussy lips apart, massaging the tenderness around her pussy hole. Now and again she caught her clit sending a shockwave spasming through her body and causing her to gasp each time. She concentrated a little more on that area with obvious results. The burning in her loins had become intense, her breathing ragged, and her legs started to buckle under the intensity.
