First Days As A Slut Ch 01

This is actually the beginning of the first story I wrote. There are at least 10 chapters to follow. It contains many themes of group sex, loving wives, exhibitionism, and incest through the entire story I will try and post each in the best category I can.

You will notice that some of the chapters are almost duplicates of stories I've already published. That's because those stories were taken out of this one and edited to be standalone pieces. They are:

Becoming a slut at my summer job

Becoming a hot mom

A girl needs comfort

Watching the pool party

Friends and family miss the playoffs.

In this context they are longer and part of a larger narrative. Enjoy.

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Friday

Wow, where do I start. I guess I'll start with who I am. My name is Tina and I am 21 years old. When you hear the rest of this you will be shocked I am 21, but I am. I live at home with my mom, her boyfriend, and my 18 year old brother. Mom's boyfriend has 2 kids, a girl 18 and a boy 19. They stay with us sometimes too.

I go to the local college and I am a liberal arts major. This year I took a summer job working in the office of a small insurance firm. My dad knows the owner and got me the job. That's how this all started.

The office is small. 7 people. Our boss, 2 guys in sales, a woman who does books, a tech guy, a woman who does marketing, and me. It's a small close knit group. Half of what they say to each other would be grounds for sexual harassment suits. No one cares, it's all funny, but it contributed to what happened. I answer phones, act as receptionist and do whatever they ask me to do.

The day it all started was just a normal day. We were expecting a client. It was someone everyone in the office knew except me. Having just started I had not met him yet. His name was Dave.

He showed up around 10. Now, I know he is 52. When I saw him I thought he was 40 something. He was not super handsome, but he was better than average. He was tall, a bit overweight, but in that way you'd think you don't want to fight him.

What stood out was he was funny. From the moment he walked in he had me laughing or giggling. He was a flirt but not in a creepy way. I could see why everyone liked him. We chatted, laughed, he met with my boss, he came out, we chatted and laughed some more. Then he left. Nothing unusual.

The next day he sent an email to me. Nothing wild, just a normal welcome aboard, nice meeting you, looking forward to working with you. I responded saying it was fun meeting him and I hope to see him again. That was the starting point. Right there. That's when I invited him in.

He responded that he would not be back for a while but that we could chat by email if I wanted. I said I'd like that. I actually liked the idea. I had free time in the office and chatting with this witty guy would be fun. I gave him my personal email and text and told him to stay in touch.

During that day he sent me a few funny things. Nothing out of the ordinary for me but they were things that obviously required thought and an understanding of my sense of humor. I was enjoying the conversation and light flirting.

The next day there was a good morning email. He asked what I was doing. I said nothing, that the office was slow today. He said I should spice it up. I asked how and he said, "You're a pretty girl, I am sure you could spice up any room."

I replied and asked how he suggested I do that. His response was that he could think of something.

I asked him to tell me, and he asked if that was a dare.

I hesitated. I'd played truth or dare in high school, it was always sexual. Was this conversation going that way? I figured what the hell, a dare or two might be fun. So I said yes, I dared him to tell me how to spice up my day. In return he said only if I promised to do it. I told him I promised. After all, he was not here and no one could force me to do anything.

He said. "Before I dare you, tell me what you wore to work".

I was feeling flirty so why not. I guess you want to know about me. I am 5'2 125. I have long brown hair to the middle of my back. I am told I am pretty. I don't have that angular straight line face models have. Mine is more round girl next door.

I was wearing a blue pleated skirt and a cream blouse. He wanted more. How long was the skirt, how many buttons on the blouse, was I wearing stockings, and what I was wearing underneath.

This was a little fun. He was in another state, so what harm in telling him. I told him I was wearing a matching thong and bra, white with pink lace. He responded appreciatively.

He said, "Here is your dare. Pull your skirt up so you are not sitting on the back. So you can feel your ass against the seat. Let the front fall where it may."

The dare was pretty easy. My desk was where everyone could see me, but people are busy and no one was looking. I agreed and while sitting pulled my skirt up as far as it would go. Then I scootched up just enough to pull my skirt out from under me.

Just as I did that I looked to my left. One of the sales guys, Tom, had seen me. I felt my heart jump. I also had to admit it was hot. My skirt front was about 2" from my crotch and I was caught pulling it up.

I quickly told my friend what happened. He asked how it made me feel getting caught. I had to admit it was a rush of excitement. Even though I'm 21 and don't have a lot of experience, I always liked being looked at.

Even when I was younger , I realized my brothers friends were checking me out. I loved it. I would often let them catch glimpses of me in just a T and panties. If they were over I'd wear something tight to show off a bit. Once my dad walked in on me as I was getting out of the shower. He said sorry and quickly closed the door. I almost ran to my room to play with myself. I still sometimes think of that when I masterbate.

Here I was showing off in the office. My heart was beating faster. I was very nervous but I had to admit it was also fun. I told him exactly how I felt. He asked me if it was a turn on knowing I'd been caught. It was and I told him. He asked me if the sales guy was still checking me out. I looked over. He was looking at me but all of a sudden he turned and looked away. I pretended I didn't notice.

I told Dave he was looking at me.

I took a makeup mirror out of my desk and put it on top in a position where I could see Tom. I could see he kept on checking out my legs as I sat there. Again I told Dave what was happening. He again asked me how I felt about it. I started to see a pattern. Every time he asked me about something he asked me how I felt about it.

I told Dave exactly how I felt. He asked if I was ready for my next dare.

I was intrigued now. The last one was fun. Tom was still checking me out. I wondered what next dare would be.

I told Dave I was ready. He said I dare you to scratch your upper thigh almost all the way to the band of your panties pulling your skirt up as you go. I thought about it. I knew Tom kept looking. I know if I did the dare he would see me do it. The idea both scared and excited me.

I told Dave okay. Dave responded for me to tell him when I'd done it and what, if any, was the sales reps reaction. I still had my make up mirror on my desk. I dropped my hand to my thigh and started scratching my thigh. The sales rep saw me and just watched. I could see him by looking in the mirror. He kept glancing away hoping I wouldn't catch him but he looked more and more.

Slowly I slid my skirt up as I scratched. As I did the Tom looked away less and less. I could feel the front of my skirt slide up. It was pretty much in my lap. As my hand moved up I was exposing more and more of my leg. Since I wasn't sitting on my skirt I also was exposing the side my ass. By the time I got to the top Tom was just staring at me. I pretended not to notice.

I pulled my hand away I let my skirt fall back into place. The side dropped down but the front stayed almost up to my waist. If someone came to my desk they would see my panties. I'm not sure if the sales rep could see them from where he was.

I told Dave would happened. Again he asked me how I felt. I told him I was extremely nervous but that was really fun. He asked me again if I was turned on. I had to admit my pussy was wet. I just told him it made me feel sexy. He asked if I wanted my next dare.

I knew that I shouldn't but I was feeling excited and said, "Yes."

The next dare was to call the sales rep over to my desk and show him something or ask him a question. I knew that if I called him over he would see right up my skirt. My panties would be on full display. I told Dave I couldn't do it. He said yes I could and coaxed me to do it. I finally agreed. I have to admit I wanted to do it from the start but hesitated wondering the consequences. I also enjoyed the feeling of being told what to do.

I called Tom over. I thought he was going to fall over himself getting to my desk. When he got there it was obvious he could see my panties. He was trying not to stare but he was doing it poorly. I could not believe I was doing this but it felt hot. Feeling brave I pushed back from my desk a little giving him a good view. I gave him the papers I'd called him over for and he went back to his desk.

I told Dave what happened. Again he asked me how I felt. By this time I was feeling hot and excited. It made me feel very sexy to show off. He was making me see a side of myself I didn't really realize I had.

All I said was, "This is hot."

He asked me if I was ready for my next dare. I knew it would be something more. I wasn't sure what I could do but I was very curious as to what he would ask. Again I knew I shouldn't do it but I couldn't help myself.

I said, "Yes."

It was now lunchtime. Being a poor college student I usually eat lunch at my desk. Most of the staff goes out. Dave asked me who was in the office. I told him just the two sales reps. One was working. The other one, the one who watched me show off, well, I don't think he wanted to leave his desk. Dave gave me my next dare.

He told me to go to the bathroom and tuck the back of my skirt into my panties. He told me to come out walk by the two sales reps. If they said anything I was to fix my skirt. If they didn't when I sat down I was supposed to pretend to notice and say "oh my God. Why didn't you tell me my skirt was up. ". My heart was beating fast. If I did this dare my ass would be on full display to both the sales reps.

I'm not sure what possessed me to say yes, but I did. I got up and walked to the restroom. When I got there I looked in the mirror. I asked myself why am doing this. I could see my face was flushed. I could also tell my panties were getting soaked. I reach behind me and tucked the back of my skirt into my panties. I checked it out in the mirror. With just the little bit I tucked in you really couldn't see much. I hesitated. Then I tucked more into my panties. Now my ass was on full display.

My heart was pounding. I walked out of the restroom and passed the two sales guys. I could feel them both staring. After a moment Bill, the sales guy I hadn't been showing off to, told me my skirt was tucked in my panties. I reached back pretending to be surprised. I pulled it out of my waistband and let it fall into place. As I did I thanked him for telling me. Bill laughed and said that he didn't want to tell me but he felt obligated. He was enjoying the view.

I laughed and for some reason I don't understand I reached back flipped skirt up and said, "There happy now," as it fell back in the place.

Bill said not really but it was a start.

I went back to my desk and told Dave exactly what happened. The first thing he said was, "Good girl ".

I don't know why but those words really made me feel good. I like that he called me a good girl. He asked me if I was having fun. I replied that I was. He asked if I was ready for my next dare.

I said okay. After all I was having a lot of fun. Showing off was exciting me. Being told what to do also excited me. Dave told me to pull the back of my skirt up so I was sitting on it again. He told me from now on I should always wear a skirt or dress to work and never sit on the back of it. I should always flip it up before I sat down.

I just said, "Okay."

I reached down pull the back of my skirt up. As I did it I noticed Tom looking right at me. I just smiled at him and pulled the skirt up. Tom smiled back. Now he knew that I knew he was looking. He also knew I did not mind. Again I could feel how wet my pussy was. I was actually thinking of going in the restroom and masturbating.

I told Dave I did it and that Tom watched me while I did it. Again the question came. How did I feel. I told him I was feeling sexy and hot. He asked me if I was wet. This was the first reference to my body. I hesitated, and told him I was.

Again he said, "Good girl."

Again I felt a rush of excitement when he said it.

Tom was still looking at me. I said, "Take a picture it will last longer."

He laughed and said, "I should've taken a picture when you walked out of the rest room."

" Yeah, you'd probably like it if I walked around without a skirt all day, " I replied.

He of course said he would.

Sarcastically I said, " I'm sure the rest of the office would appreciate it."

He said, "They wouldn't care. None of them will be back this afternoon."

I asked where they'd all gone and he told me. There was a meeting with our accounting firm. The tech guy was working from home and our marketing person was meeting with a vendor.

"Oh," I said, "and what do you think Bill would say?"

Bill, obviously listening to our conversation, chimed in. "I second Tom's opinion."

Tom and I both laughed at that.

I just laughed and said I don't think I should but it sounds fun. I then told Dave about the conversation. He said that it sounded like fun and told me I should do it. I responded that that was ridiculous. After all, what was I supposed to do, just stand up and take my skirt off. He then gave me a list of instructions.

Scratch my thigh the way I did before. When I caught Tom looking smile at him and say, "enjoying the view?" When he responded I was to say, "I suppose you would really like it if I were working without a skirt on."

Whatever he replied I was stand up, say, "What the hell, and let it fall to the floor.

I could not believe it. There was no way I could do that. I mean we had a flirty office but this was crossing the line. Then again, as I read what he wanted me to do admit I almost came right then and there. Chatting with Dave I put up some resistance. I didn't say no way. I said I didn't think I could do it, told him he was crazy, and said the guys would freak out. Dave said he bet they would love it.

I looked over and again saw Tom looking at me. I smiled and he smiled back. As I looked at him, I thought of Dave's instructions. My hand almost with the will of its own went down to my thigh and started scratching my leg. As Tom watched and I looked at him I swell we scratched my leg and pulled my skirt up like I did before. He kept watching and I kept looking at him.

The words came out of my mouth just as Dave told me too. "Are you enjoying the view? "

Tom's reply was. "You have great legs."

I responded, "I suppose you would really like it if I working without a skirt on."

I could not believe I said it. As I did my heart was beating a mile a minute. I could think of Dave online wanting to give me the next step. I wonder what more I could do. Then Tom replied.

He laughed and said, "You're not brave enough."

Wow, that gave me the excuse to actually do it. I don't even think I hesitated. I stood up, unzipped my skirt, and let it fall to the floor. I look at Tom and said, "Is that better?"

He was just staring at me mouth open. I looked at Bill, he was staring too. There I was standing at my desk in just my thong, top, and heels.

Before Tom could respond Bill said, That's almost perfect."

I did a little pirouette and said, "I hope you're happy now," and sat down.

I started typing to Dave telling him exactly what happened. As I was typing it I was reliving it in my mind. I felt hot as hell. I think if one of the guys wanted to fuck me I would've bent over my desk right then and there.

Dave responded that he knew I could do it. He told me he was proud of me. Having him tell me that made me feel good. Why was I enjoying the strangers approval so much.

As I was typing Bill commented that he didn't see what color my thong was. I was telling Dave all as it was happening.

Dave just responded "Well show him."

I didn't even hesitate. I just stood up, pulled the hem of my shirt up so my navel was showing, and said, "White and pink".

I could tell they did not expect that. They were both speechless.

As I stood there Bill came to his senses and said, "You have a great belly."

I was really enjoying the compliments. Tom asked me if my bra matched. I told him it did. He said he'd like to see. Teasingly I pulled my top up and exposed my bra. They both complimented me and told me I had a great body and that my bra and panties were cute.

I said, "Ok, I have work to do. I can't be parading around ½ naked all afternoon."

As I went to sit down Bill commented that since I'd shown them my bra anyways, why don't I work with my top off. I responded that they would not get any work done. They laughed. Bill replied that he was pretty caught up anyway.

I laughed, sat down, and started telling Dave everything that happened. He asked me if I was enjoying showing off. I told him. I told him exactly how I felt. After all, I really was. I always knew I liked to flirt but this was way past flirting. This was being an exhibitionist. As I thought of that word, a hot flash went from my pussy to my brain. I immediately realized that the total idea of showing off thrilled me to the bone. I was an exhibitionist.

I'd been sitting for a few minutes. The guys had gone back to their work. I was having a hard time concentrating. All I could think of is standing up, taking off my top, and showing the guys my bra. I told Dave and he said "Just do it."

What? Just stand up, take off my shirt? Just like that? What would the guys think? Could I really just do that? I typed my doubts to Dave.

His response, "You'd love it. So would they."

I could not believe I was actually considering this. The conversation had passed. If I were to do it now it would be a deliberate act not just a response to some teasing. Dave was encouraging me online. I was resisting but my resistance was getting lamer and lamer. All the while my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. Finally, my pussy won. I stood up, went to get a file. The guys eyes followed my ass as I walked. When I turned around they were both looking at me. I looked at one, then the other.

I just said, "OK," and I pulled my top off.

Here I was standing in the middle of the office in front of Bill and Tom in my bra, panties, and heels and I was loving it. They were both telling me how beautiful and sexy I was. I felt both. I saw Bill's eyes drop to my panties. The thin white material stretched over my pussy. I realized suddenly how wet I was and that they could see the wetness on my panties.

I started to blush, but also realized I wanted them to know. I could feel their eyes on me. It just made me wetter.

Bill was the first to say something. "Looks like you're enjoying this too."

He was right and we all knew it. I didn't deny it. I went back to my desk. I was about to sit and Bill joked, "Do you want to put down a towel first?"

I just laughed and asked if he wanted me to do that so he could take the towel home.

His response, "You bet."

I sat down and started telling Dave everything that happened. He responded with approval and then said, "I knew when I met you that you have a little slut streak. Don't you?"