Jonis Next Job Ch 03

CHAPTER 3: A BBC OFFICE

I was about to venture into a phase of my life that only a few years ago would have seemed outrageous, impossible, shameless, and scandalous. Despite a history of tempting coworkers, even married ones, into affairs to satisfy my own sexual needs, I found myself desperate enough for employment after several firings as a result of those affairs that I accepted a last ditch opportunity of continuing as an executive assistant by also submitting to being an executive office slut at a major corporation. When that situation imploded against the executives and me (which should have been predictable looking at it now, I suppose) I was again out of work and desperate for a way to live in the high-cost of life in Miami where I had moved.

What is different about this new phase? Did I turn a new leaf to square away my life? No. I was now ripping off the veil of propriety, decency, or morality. In the corporate office, I told myself to get the job of Executive Assistant that I wanted, I had to accept being the slut of four senior executives. The time at the corporation put a spotlight on my reality. When a stranger, Jason Tatum, president of Ebony Enterprises, came forward with information and assistance that saved me from the public embarrassment and shame of being directly tied to the downfall of the executives, I saw myself fully under the spotlight of my reality. When I asked him why he would help me, he said there was a potential for a mutual opportunity. That opportunity was the definition of my new phase of life. Previously, I had to accept giving sex for the job I wanted and might have never been able to get after my references had black-balled me. What he offered me was different: he'd provide me the sex I wanted if I took a job in his office.

My interview was defining. Jason Tatum never questioned my office skills. My "interview" was being fucked by the two officers present in the office that day. I thought I knew what fucking was but I had no idea what big cocks could do to me. Jason Tatum had a 12 inch cock. His in-house attorney had a 10-inch cock. My mind was nearly blown. When I thought I had passed the "interview", I was led out of the private office naked into the cubicle area where four more black men worked. As it turned out, four more big black cocks of 9 or 10-inches. My title? Not Assistant or even Secretary. My title would be Office Services.

My new boss had given me the rest of the week to settle into the small furnished apartment he loaned me within an earlier modest development project. He also provided an open account at a specialty boutique for a new wardrobe. The guys in the office all sent me ideas of what I might wear in the office. What was common in all the ideas was easy accessibility to my body.

That first Monday morning I carefully considered what I wanted to wear into the office. First impressions, right? That's what they always say. My new wardrobe was full of erotic choices: short skirts, short dresses backless and/or plunging bodices, sheer or semi-sheer blouses, thigh-high stockings, and heels. The few bras were extremely sheer with little support. And only a few sheer thongs. It had already been established that bras and panties might just get in the way.

I chose a short pleated skirt that barely covered my ass, a semi-sheer sleeveless blouse, and thigh-high stockings. The skirt didn't cover the tops of the stockings and I left the blouse unbottoned well below my nipples. No bra. No panties or thong. This was going to be constant arousal and not just in the office. I had to navigate through public exposure to even get to the office.

The complex where I now lived consisted of four two story building each with eight apartments with a small pool in the center. My greatest exposure was leaving the apartment, the corridor, and to the parking lot. Being in the car provided some protection and the office parking lot only served the office. Feeling the moist air carried by an ever present ocean breeze on my bare ass and pussy and my nipples gently moving over the fabric of my blouse had me ready for the day ahead before I reached my older sedan. Ready for the day? All I could think about for the past week had been this moment. Whatever my work assignments might be, I was bound to be fucked by numerous black men with big cocks. What if all eight were in the office today? The two other partners hadn't been there last week for the "interview". Might they be the first?

Settling in behind the steering wheel, my ass was bare on the seat, my skirt slid up, and my fingers of one hand were gently stroking my exposed pussy before I realized it. I shook my head and started the car.

"Damn, Joni!" I had parked at the end of the sidewalk and walked to the front door of the office. The exclamation came from my right where I found Steve, the in-house construction manager, approaching. He had parked under a tree at the back of the lot. He was one of the 9 or 10-inch cocks I had enjoyed in the "interview". "No offense, Joni, but you're like sex on legs."

I smiled broadly and waited for him at the door, put a hand behind his head, and kissed him deeply on the lips. "Thank you," I sincerely said. "I think something like that might be what Jason has in mind." He laughed while nodding, held the door for me with another hand going to my butt under the skirt. I didn't flinch and certainly didn't object.

I found the four cubicles in the center open area separated with a new desk between them. On it was a laptop and cell phone. A new cell phone... good. I won't have to screen Farnum calls any longer. I dropped my purse and bag on the desk, rummaged through the bag for two squeeze bottles, placing one at the corner of my desk and took the other to the counter behind the conference table. I was bent over the cupboards and drawers under the counter when I heard his voice.

"That's an intriguing sight," came Jason's voice. I started to straighten when he stopped me. I turned only my head to look to find two of the other men with him.

One said, "Joni, a butt-plug."

Jason chuckled. "Her first day in the office and she comes with accessories."

I smiled and did straighten up. I stepped to Jason and kissed him, then the other two. "I wasn't completely idle while waiting to start. I did some other shopping. You guys are all so big I thought I should ... ah ... practice. So I'd be ready for you."

"Damn," one of them uttered. "Your ass, too?"

"You wanted a slut, right?" I looked each in the eyes, smiled, and made me way back to my desk.

I sat at my desk smiling. A job. And so much more. I opened the laptop and powered it up. Almost immediately Mike, the project development guy working for Jason, put his hands on my shoulders. Another smile formed.

"I'll help you maneuver through our system," he said as his hands stroked down my arms and back up. He indicated certain icons on the desktop for me to open as his fingers began unbuttoning the rest of my blouse. That done, he removed it as I lift one hand and the other as I used the pressure pad to move through the folders. As he had me open the email and calendar, his fingers rolled and teased my nipples. I leaned back and turned my head up to thank him and offered my mouth. He took the offer and began kissing me deeply. When one hand slid down my bare stomach to my very short skirt, I opened my legs as his fingers found my already wet pussy. I let a moan slip out when a finger slipped between my pussy lips and inside.

"I ... can I ... thank you ... better somehow?" I gasped out as his finger plunged in and out, his thumb bumping my increasingly stimulated clit.

"How about that ass you were thoughtful enough to prepare," he replied softly into my ear.

"My title ... says services ... so I am here ... here to serve."

He encouraged me up, moved the rolling chair with his foot and bent me face first onto my new desk. He flipped that short skirt up and tugged the butt-plug until it popped out. I reach over and handed him the tube of lubrication. He laughed.

He wasted no time after lubing his cock. He dropped his pants and shorts and pressed the bulbous head of his big cock at my asshole. Despite the recent removal of the plug, my asshole had closed and resisted penetration but only for a few moments. I breathed to relax and pressed back against his pressing cock. The cock spread that hole and was suddenly inside. I cried out and groaned loudly. Any initial pain was quickly replaced by stimulation. Unknown to me at the time, that groan attracted the attention of others in the office and I had an audience as I took my first BBC up the ass.

He pressed steadily into my ass. A couple inches pressed in, an inch back, a couple more inches deeper until his thighs hit my ass cheeks. No cock I ever had in my ass felt anything like this. The plug didn't, either. The width of the plug was one thing but the width and length of this cock was so much more. As he began fucking my ass, slowly at first, my groans and moans became uninhibited. The reality of this happening in the open office only moments after arriving on my first official day was no longer a thought.

Anal wasn't new to me. I had just graduated to BBC anal and I loved it, too. I was anally orgasmic and I felt a powerful orgasm rising. Mike was fucking my ass with long, powerful thrusts that bumped me over the desk surface. Occasionally, he pulled me back to the edge of the desk, the combination of thrust and pull driving his cock somehow deeper. Or, so it seemed.

My orgasm preceded his. When he did climax, though, I could feel it all as his cock seemed to swell larger and pulse with his impending eruption. His cum spewed into my ass and I was taken back to my interview and how much cum each man had shot into my pussy. He leaned over me as his pulsing cock slowed and the last of his cum seeped into me.

"God, you're amazing, Joni," he softly uttered into my ear. "Thank you."

I smiled as I gasped for air. I knew what I was by being here. I was a slut. I was now a BBC slut. I loved the way these cocks felt fucking me. I loved that these big cocks have now transported me to a higher desire to be that slut for that experience. But I loved hearing those words, too. Appreciation and thanks.

As Mike's cock slowly began retreating from my ass, it seemed to pull back forever, my ass closing over the emptiness as it did. I felt the emptiness when it was gone and I felt an unusual feeling of air inside what had to be a gaping asshole. Before I could move, I felt a hand on the small of my back. That's when I knew there were others there and had seen everything. Another cock slipped into my ass. No pressure, no effort. It slid into my ass as if it was my pussy just fucked. I moaned at the welcome feeling of another big cock penetrating deeply and begin fucking me in my well-lubricated ass.

Another orgasm and another load of cum. I anticipated from the verbal comments behind me that I wasn't done. I didn't think of moving. Anticipating another cock into my ass, I was surprised when the third cock pressed into my pussy as well as the fourth.

I lay collapsed over the desktop, breathing heavily, my body and ass still reacting from the succession of orgasms, and not sure if I was done being used. Hands assisting me back and into my chair told me I was. With legs splayed, I saw I was sitting on a towel which brought a smile of remembrance of earlier comments.

Jason was leaning against the edge of my desk next to me. "How are your first moments of work going?" he asked with a playful smile. I gave him a weak smile in return. He patted my forearm, "We weren't able to get a shower installed, yet." I nodded. "When you recover some, clean up however you can and come to my office." He leaned to me, raised my chin, and kissed me on the lips. "Welcome to Ebony Enterprises, Joni." His fingers stroked a breast.

"Yes, sir, thank you," I sighed back to him.

It was more than a few moments before I trusted myself. When I did rise, the little skirt dropped over my butt and I ignored the blouse on my desktop. In the restroom, I wet paper towels to clean my asshole and pussy. I then used more to wipe the perspiration from my upper body. I checked myself in the mirror and made the decision to prepare a cosmetics bag for the office. I used my fingers to comb my mussed-up hair.

Back at my desk, I slipped on the semi-shear blouse, buttoned only the bottom two buttons and tucked it into the skirt. I tugged up the thigh-high stockings and pushed the waist of the skirt down as if that might provide more coverage.

I knocked on Jason's open door. He gave me a smile and motioned to a visitor chair in front of his desk. There was a towel spread over one clearly meant for me. I was careful not to sit on the skirt, though it was probably too short for that. After wiping my ass and pussy several times in the restroom, I still found some cum leaking out.

"Probably not the way you thought your first day would start?" he asked.

I giggled. I felt so comfortable around him. Then, again, he had helped me so much. "I admit it was a bit of a surprise but ... I am your slut, sir."

"First," he said, "no 'sir' or 'Mr.' around here. It's all first names by everyone. Second, my partners will be in the office Wednesday morning. I want to introduce you to them before ..." and he smiled. Yes, I thought, before I was dripping cum like today. He then explained the office in more detail. His partners had multiple sites for their businesses. Blackened Entertainment, Keith Burton, had a small studio for screen tests and 'amateur' vids and a larger studio for bigger productions and parodies. In addition, there was a small theater converted for live shows with various themes. Ebony Clubs, Sam Murphy, had a clubs in Miami, Tampa, and we're looking into Atlanta. All are black themed clubs that draw black men and white women and couples with those fantasies. They aren't sex clubs so to speak but ... well things can happen." He winked and it was clear that not being an actual sex club didn't mean sex didn't happen discretely. "My NFL pro career provided me with a lot of money and the issue was always how to use it. I admit this was a gamble but exciting, too. My development business was a quick success and I down-scaled it to use contractors rather than maintain a large staff. When I bought majority shares of those other businesses and our collaboration streamlined efficiencies and profit, Sam and Keith consolidated their offices here. We're just getting going, Joni. We have some exciting ideas for the future."

"It sounds exciting," I said. I held his eyes which is always a good communication tool but I noticed his eyes seemed to drift from mine to my nipples showing under the blouse material and my pussy that might have been peeking out from under the skirt. I lifted a leg, flashed him, and crossed my legs. He noticed.

"You like to tease, too?" he asked with confidence. I smiled. "Exhibitionism, too?"

"I have learned how exciting and arousing exhibitionism is if it is safe," I clarified.

"I promise you, Joni, whatever we put in front of you will also provide for your safety."

"Thank you," I replied, "that makes it easy for me to surrender to you."

"Only as a slut, Joni," he clarified. "A willing, eager slut is all I want. No submissive or slave attitude. I find a willing, self-reliant woman far more appealing."

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Two days later I arrived to work dressed in a cowl dress, also suggested by the guys. The hem again barely covered my butt. The front plunged to my navel and the back was none existent going nearly to my butt crack. The bodice was a cowl design around my neck and draped loosely over each breast. It exposed the sides of my breasts, gave absolutely no support for my C-cup breasts, and leaning forward at all could expose the nipples. This was the morning I was to be introduced to the partners.

The first two days had predictably been a lot of fucking but yesterday began requests for sucking cocks, too. Feeling their massive loads in my pussy or ass didn't prepare me for how much it would feel in my mouth. I found myself having to gulp the cum down between spurts. Big Black Cock. Was I already becoming addicted? I had always thought that was a porn fantasy but I was beginning to feel otherwise.

I knocked on Jason's door jam upon arriving to the office in anticipation of his introducing his partners on their first day in the office since my starting. He was on the phone but looked up and smiled, indicating a chair in front of his desk. He continued his conversation as I sat and waited. I didn't have long to wait, though. He hung up, leaning forward with forearms on the desktop as his gaze moved over my body.

"Very nice," he offered. "Somehow these erotic outfits seem even sexier on you." I thanked him. "Know what the guys also find extremely sexy?" I tilted my head in curiosity. "Being only 5'1" and everyone else is 6' or more. And, of course, being white. Fantasies, Joni. Black men with big cocks, right?" I nodded. I hadn't thought about it before but being exposed to it here I have realized just how much I was excited and drawn to it. "A small eager white woman. Curious, right? Not sure what the draw is but it is. Maybe like a doll for us?"

I smiled. I wasn't sure but was glad. I had noticed a certain attraction from them, the way they could pick me up and move me, position me, and even pass me between them when it was a group fucking. I wondered what it would be like if we were in a very casual situation with lots of time.

"Like a fuck-doll?" I suggested.

He smiled but the look on his face seemed to indicate he wouldn't have suggested such a thing. Maybe that came back to the respect issue he promised. That could become a fine line, I thought.

He led me to the other side of the office space where his partners had their offices. Theirs were very much like his, big but not too ostentatious. Keith, the president of Blackened Entertainment, was on the phone so he led me to the next office.

"Sam," Jason said upon entering the office with me following, "meet Joni Mathers. She is joining the office as Office Services. Sam Murphy is president of Ebony Clubs. I'll leave her with you, Sam. She needs to meet Keith next."

Sam indicated a chair in front of his desk. He was dressed much like Jason had always appeared in dress slacks and shirt without jacket or tie. "Jason has, of course, detailed to both Keith and me what your position in the office is. Just to eliminate any misunderstand or assumption, I'd like to hear it from you." I uncrossed my legs, perhaps raising it a bit higher than necessary, before recrossing them. He noticed and his eyes looked up. "He said you were a tease and your willingness to dress like that isn't the only way you express it apparently.

I smiled. "I have long enticed men into relationships. That got me in trouble with several previous jobs. My last position was Executive Assistant with a large corporation in the executive suite with four senior corporate officers. I was also their slut. Four mature white men. I thought I was happy but everything fell apart."

"Farnum Industries," he said to let me know just how much of my story he already knew. I nodded.

"Anyway, I thought I was happy as that slut. When Jason helped me, my black knight, and presented a new opportunity, I found out what happy could truly be. My interview was willingly being fucked by the six men in the office that day. Six black men with big cocks. That day, I found out what being a happy slut feels like. The past two days I have eagerly given my pussy and ass to fucking and my mouth to sucking. I have promised that I will learn to deep throat even these big cocks so I can be aggressively fucked in all my holes." He was still watching closely. "I now know I love big black cock. I want big black cock." I recrossed my legs in the same manner. I was sure he saw my bare pussy. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"