If you read part 1 you know that I was tied up and sexually used by a shop foreman. This story relates what happened when I had to return the next month.
I clearly remembered my last sales call to this shop. The foreman had led me back to a storeroom on the pretext of ordering some additional items. Little did I realize, until we were back there that the items he was interested in were my mouth, tits and cunt. And let me tell you that he was well versed in the uses of each of the areas in question. So needless to say, as I stood outside the shop for the next month's call, I was nervous as hell. Would he try something again?
As soon as I walked in, the foreman's eyes found me. He walked over to me casually and said "I am really glad you are here, we have a big order for you today." He handed me a sheet of paper with all the part numbers and quantities of the items he needed neatly written out. This was a change, normally I inventoried his stock and wrote out the order. Did he want me out of the shop as quick as possible after last month's visit?
"Come on, we will go in the break room and go over the list," he said leading me towards the break room. I followed behind him, surely he wasn't after a repeat performance if he was leading me towards a busy area like the break room. When we reached the door he opened it for me, and I walked in first. There were two other guys having coffee and chatting to the receptionist in the corner. As I entered the room they stopped talking and turned to look at me, each wearing a huge grin. I began to realize that the foreman actually intended on sharing his new conquest with these people. I turned and almost ran back to the door but he quickly locked it, and grabbed my shoulders, saying "Where do you think you are going, slut?"
"I, ah, forgot something in my truck. I need to go get it" I stammered, fear welling up in my belly. He smiled at the others then turned to me his face hardening "If you want to keep this account and keep what happened last month quiet, you will stay right here slut." What was I to do, if he told my boss about last month I would not only lose the account but I would lose my job. Tears ran down my face as I asked him what he wanted and why he was doing this. "I have always wanted my own sex slave, my own personal slut. When I saw you, I knew I had to have you and I always share everything with my friends here," and with that they all started laughing.
He pushed me to the center of the room and told me to start stripping and take my time. I was mortified, but new I had no choice. Button by button I undid my blouse, and pulled it out of my jeans. I slowly slid it off my shoulders and laid it on a nearby table. My black lace bra still encased my breasts, but even a bra doesn't hide much when you wear a 40DDD. I reached back unhooking the clasp of the bra, and slowly slid it from my body, my breasts bouncing free.
The room was cool and almost instantly my nipples were hard and at attention. I stopped and looked at the foreman, my eyes begging for a reprieve, but he just ordered me to continue. I have never minded showing off my breasts, but have always avoided anyone seeing me naked from the waist down (the exception being my lovers of course.) And I had never stripped for a group of people in a well lit room before. My hands were shaking as I undid my belt and undid the button on my jeans. I slowly ran the zipper down and began sliding them off my hips. I took my time sliding them down my long legs and stepping out of them, being careful not to pull my panties down with them. When I laid my jeans with the rest of my clothing on the table, I looked around and each of them was staring lasciviously at my nearly nude body.
I froze in place. He ordered me to remove the panties too but I couldn't move, I was just too scared and embarrassed. Ignoring his orders was one thing he wouldn't stand for, in two quick strides he was at my side. He threw me against the table and pushed me down so I was bent over the table my ass in the air, the cold surface pressed hard against my tits. Without a word the other two guys jumped up and ran over. With hands on my shoulders and arms they held me tight to the table. The foreman than grabbed my panties, ripping them from my body. I was openly crying as he told me I would be punished for not obeying him.
With that he smacked my right cheek hard with his hand pounding my hips forward and into the hard table. I screamed but he kept right on, first the right cheek then the left cheek. My ass was on fire, and my hips hurt from the table edge, but on he went...smack, smack, smack. I don't know how many times he hit me, but I was sobbing now, begging him to stop.
"Will you obey me now slut? Will you do everything I say?" he asked.
Sobbing I replied "Yes, yes I will do anything just please stop hitting me." This brought laughter from the guys and the receptionist. Shit, I had forgotten she was even in the room. I felt a gentle hand on my ass, caressing the sore flesh and new it must be hers. "John, you sure reddened her ass good. She won't be able to sit for a week." This just brought more laughter.