This is the continuation of Emily's First Solo Holiday and I suggest that you read that before this.
Part 01
I finished the last part of my story shortly after I'd got home from my first solo holiday and agreed to the blackmail demands of my apartment mates, Jack and Oliver, that I be their slave like I had been the slave of the 3 guys on holiday. The truth being that my total character had changed whilst I was on holiday and on the flight back to England I was totally hoping that they would try to blackmail using the photographs and videos that my friends from holiday had sent them.
When I got back home I deliberately left my phone laying around hoping that Jack would bluetooth link to it and copy all of the photos and the videos up to his cloud drive, and he did.
Little did they know that I had planned it all when I was sat on that plane. My character had changed so much and I'd loved being naked and used like a slave whilst on holiday so much that I wanted it to continue forever.
I guess that I had always wanted that sort of life but it took me dumping my ex and really throwing myself into a sex filled holiday to make me realise what I really am.
Jack and Oliver, being healthy males, and not bad looking ones at that, had done as I hoped and not decided to be some sort of puritanical idiots.
They threatened to send the photos to all my relatives, friends and work colleagues if I didn't agree to their demands and I was smiling to myself as I agreed to do whatever they wanted, although I was sincere when I said that I didn't want them to send them to my relatives and work colleagues. That would have ruined my life and career.
Anyway, we agreed on a set of rules that we would all stick to and after that first weekend back in the apartment we all started our new lives.
The apartment actually belongs to Jack but Oliver and I live there to help him pay the mortgage so Jack is the one that has the final say on everything, and I guess that that extends to my body as well. Not that I'm complaining, Jack is a nice guy. Oliver is okay as well, but not as nice as Jack. I can easily compare Oliver to Will in Ibiza and I'm expecting Oliver to prefer fucking my butt over fucking my pussy.
Anyway, the first week of my new life has got under way. I guess that it started with Oliver leaving for work and hour before both Jack and I who usually leave around the same time.
As part of the agreement, I sleep naked and leave my bedroom door open. Oliver woke me by pulling my duvet off me and finger fucking me for a few seconds. I woke up to the feeling of his fingers going in and out of my vagina and hearing him say,
"My gawd Emily, you're one horny bitch. Your pussy is dripping. Have you been bringing yourself off in your sleep?"
"I have no idea, I was asleep."
"Maybe I should setup a video camera to watch you all night."
I smiled and thought that it was a good idea, it would tell me if I was masturbating in my sleep or if it was all in my mind.
He left for work after telling me that he was going to fuck my brains out when he got home.
I got off my bed and went to the bathroom to find Jack in the shower.
"Can I help you with that Master?" I asked as I sat on the toilet and started peeing.
It was a silly question really, and I climbed in and we washed each other before I went down on my knees and took him in my mouth.
As soon as his cock was rock hard he pulled me off him and lifted me up then lowered me onto his cock. I bounced up and down on him until I felt his warm cum squirt deep inside me. Then he held me still until he started to go soft saying that he was going to wash me out because he didn't want me to have the embarrassment of his cum leaking out of me onto my work skirt.
"That's very considerate of you Master, I was going to put a tampon in but I like your idea better."
He unscrewed the head of the shower hose and held it to the entrance of my vagina and filled me with water until I told him that it was hurting. Then we both watched as I used my pussy muscles to hold it for a couple of seconds then squirt it out with such force that it splashed all over the shower walls.
The he told me to squeeze my pussy closed while he squirted the warm water at my clit. Just when I told him that I was about to cum he turned the water off and told me that I wasn't to cum until I got home that night.
I cursed him but I knew that every time throughout the day when I wasn't thinking about work, I would be thinking about my pussy and wanting to cum.
Jack got out and left me to shave myself. He was till in his room when I finished and went to get the breakfast. I'd eaten mine while I was getting his ready and when he came in to the kitchen I went to get dressed to the sounds of him reminding me not to wear any underwear.
When I got back to him I was wearing one of my business suits with tight skirt down to my knees, and a jacket that covered my thick, slightly baggy, white blouse, that gave no hint of my rock hard nipples.
Five minutes later we were walking out of the apartment, Jack to his car and me walking the short distance to the underground station. As I walked I though about how different it was to walking the streets in Ibiza. I missed the feeling of the air rushing passed my pussy and realised that my pussy was going to get wet a lot whilst I was at work. When I walked passed one of those local, small supermarket branches I went in and bought a box of tampons. I just knew that I would have to wear one every day at work or seriously risk staining the back of my skirt.
Of course that wasn't the first time that I'd gone out without any knickers on, I'd done it a lot for John, under skirts that were a LOT shorter and a lot flimsier than my work skirts, but that was different, this was work and I had to be professional.
The underground train was as crowded as ever and I felt a hand on my butt a couple of times. As I stood there I imagined me wearing a way too short skirt and numerous hands going up under it and finger fucking me. My knees nearly buckled as I closed my eyes and daydreamed.
Work was work, way too much to do to catch up and before I knew it I was walking out of the building at the start of my journey home. It was as I walked that I realised that I had forgotten that I wasn't wearing any knickers, and that I hadn't had any time to think about my pussy all day.
The train wasn't as busy and as I stood there I started wondering about the fun that I could have if I could go to work in skimpy clothes. I knew that was a non-starter, but then I wondered if I could find somewhere near work where I could get changed into and out of my work clothes so the train journeys could become more interesting.
I made a mental note to look more closely at the buildings between the underground station and my office. A little gym would be ideal, it would also help me with Jack's suggestion that I start exercising, I could have a quick workout on my way home.
As soon as I started waking from the underground station my pussy started tingling and my nipples started aching. I was really looking forward to being naked quite soon and getting my brains fucked out by Oliver and, more than likely, Jack as well.
The second that I closed the door to the apartment my clothes started to come off and in seconds I was naked and carrying my clothes to my room. As I was hanging up my jacket and skirt I looked at the remote controlled vibrator on the dressing table and wondered what it would be like to wear that at work and have it controlled by goodness know who or where in the world they were.
I felt a little wet rush of pussy juices.
I had just about finished getting some food ready when Jack, then Oliver arrived home. Jack saying,
"I'd never really noticed before Emily, but you really are quite beautiful."
"My tits are too small for most men." I replied, "but I am really happy with the size that they are".
"No they aren't too small, they're just right for the size of the rest of your body."
The Oliver arrived and said,
"Good, you remembered to get naked when you got home. You didn't have to remind her did you Jack."
"No, she was like that when I arrived."
"Maybe we should have a set punishment for her forgetting to strip straight away. Maybe 100 swats with our hands?"