CHAPTER 7: SLUT PERFORMANCE REVIEW
I sat in Mr. Farnum's office naked except for the heels on my feet. I had started the day wearing a sheer baby doll negligee but that had been discarded in Mr. Adams office earlier. Once again, he instructed me to drape my knees over the arms of the chair. I sat across the desk from him with my pussy crudely displayed. I was sure my pussy wasn't only open to him but that the cum of two men was showing at the opening.
"How long have you been in your position, Joni?" he asked as if there was nothing unusual about the way I was sitting before him.
"In THIS position, sir? Only a few minutes," I replied with a giggle.
"No, dear," he responded with a smile and shake of his head.
"Yes, sir, sorry. One month, sir."
He smiled back. He enjoyed that I was relaxed enough with what we did in the office to tease them back. "I think it is time for a review." I nodded. This is something few other women experience, I thought. Then he raised the interest higher. He wanted me to finger my cum-filled pussy as we talked. Definitely unusual for a performance review.
The review began as might be expected with discussion about timeliness of assignment completion, working with others, willingness to put in the time to complete assignments, blah, blah, blah. The review was as might be expected EXCEPT for the way I was sitting with my fingers stroking and plunging into my cum-fill pussy.
Then it shifted. He asked me for my job title. "My official title, sir? Or, my real title in the office?" Real title he said. "Executive Assistant and Office Slut, sir," I said with pride.
"What does 'Office Slut' mean to you?" he asked.
"Have I done something wrong, sir? Have I not pleased you or the others in some way?" He just stared at me but I found a betraying upward curl at the corners of his mouth. I relaxed. "Sir, my understanding of the 'office slut' part of my job is to be available to you and the three Senior Vice Presidents for your and their sexual pleasure in the office. Outside of the office, I have accepted the extension of being your personal slut. When I am in your home, I am to be naked at all times and available for fucking and sucking at anytime, anywhere, and anyone you desire. I am your three-hole slut, sir."
"How do you feel you have progressed in that part of your job since beginning?" he asked. He studied me closely. "Are you getting close to orgasm, Joni?"
I nodded. "Yes, sir. This is very stimulating ... spread in front of you and masturbating ... while talking about my status as slut."
He smiled. "You will continue masturbating but you will not orgasm until I allow it." I stared at him. "You may not be submissive, but you will comply."
"Yes, sir." I took a deep breath to steady the arousal ready to explode inside me. "I ... my progress ... I have learned to take ... your cock in both ... my ass and throat, sir. I have ... have been able to fuck all four of ... you for an entire afternoon. I have fucked two men ... you gave me to whom ... I didn't even know. I have found the excitement of exhibitionism and work in the office in lingerie or even naked." I moaned deeply. I tried using the talking to tamp down the rising arousal. It was working ... kind of. "Sir, I think ... I have become ... the slut you ... desired."
He nodded. "You have done very well, Joni. You have pleased me and the others by the way you have taken to the job. Both jobs, actually." He thought for a moment. "Is there a specific skill or accomplishment you might need to fully be the slut I want you to be?" I considered that, though my arousal made further thought of sexual skill difficult. I shook my head. What more could he think I needed to do? I told him so.
He smiled at my response, not disagreeing, but added, "I think a test of sorts is in order to fully determine if you have attained the full status of slut." I nodded, very curious what that meant. "This weekend you will again spend it at my house. The normal rules will apply." I knew them well after spending a couple weekends with him. In his house I was always naked and ready to be fucked. I wondered how that would be a test, though. He didn't give any indication. I would have to wait. But, finally, he softly uttered, "Cum now, Joni."
I did, though it was more like exploding. My legs immediately went taut before shaking as my body convulsed in front of him. My head fell back and my eyes rolled. My arms, legs, and body did their own thing uncontrolled by me. Mr. Farnum later would tell me my pussy closed and opened on its own as ripples moved over my body.
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When I pulled into his driveway that Friday night about two hours after leaving the office, I saw no other cars that might indicate the VPs or anyone else. I had rushed to my apartment to get ready for the weekend. That didn't really take much time as most of the time was spent driving in rush hour traffic. I showered and douched my pussy and asshole in order to be completely clean for the start of the weekend. I didn't imagine that would last long but would be repeating it several times at Mr. Farnum's, too.
He had informed I would require no clothes for the weekend, which meant I didn't expect to be leaving the house and property. I packed a small bag with just the personal hygiene items I would require and used a beach cover-up to wear for the drive. That was his request. I was nervous that the only thing between my nudity and anyone who might look was a semi-sheer pastel colored wrap. Getting out of the building was the first test but if I covered my nipples some how they might think I was just headed for the beach. The one spot I knew I would be exposed was the guard shack at the entrance to the private residential compound where Mr. Farnum lived. The middle-aged man working the gate was very deliberate in identifying who he allowed to enter. Though my nipples would be exposed through the thin material, I was particularly nervous about my pussy. The garment was held together only by the tie at my waist and the action of driving was sure to not only loosen the tie but part it, also.
I parked in front of the far garage door as usual and walked the distance to the front door. The distance seemed considerably longer knowing how exposed I was and how obvious it was I was not wearing a bra or any support for my C-cup breasts. I rang the bell and waited a couple moments. I was sure the delay was deliberate. When the door opened, he took my bag but remained in the doorway. With his other hand, he loosened the tie and eased the wrap off my shoulders. He draped the wrap over the same arm he held the bag with and reach to fondle a breast as he stepped to me for a kiss. I complied with wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a kiss reflecting the arousal I honestly felt as I stood naked on his front stoop. Traffic is always light inside his gated community but still ...
After the kiss and still standing on the front stoop, "Are you ready, Joni?" I nodded. I wasn't sure what I was saying I was ready for. I only knew I was ready to give him whatever he wanted. It was a crazy thing to realize and accept about yourself: whatever this man wanted from me I would give him. It was even crazier knowing it was always consciously and willfully given and not an act of submissiveness.
"Yes, sir, though I don't know what it is I am ready to experience," I confided.
"Just go with the weekend, dear. You are the slut I dreamed of yet never believed I could have. I know that, but I want you to believe it. You indicated you thought you had become a slut. This weekend I hope to convince you."
I searched his eyes for some understanding and in that moment I was no longer concerned about my nakedness. Whatever he had planned for the weekend, being naked at his front door might be a minor event.
The only big experience Friday night provided was his cock and that was always an experience I relished. The orgasms I achieved in the office and with him were becoming addictive. Combined with the power and authority that oozed from Mr. Farnum and the other men, I had found myself complying to the outrageous job he offered and then to extending that to outside the office. My sexual impulses of before had been released to expose a deeper need for experience. Mr. Farnum was providing the experiences within safe conditions.