Becoming a Four S

Previously, Judy's Secret Santa arrangements were hijacked so she became the Secret Santa for an office gang bang. Now she is recovering and making her way home.

At some point I stopped hearing noises in the office and the cocks stopped. I could feel warmth on my chest and dribbles of what I assumed was cum. I heard someone walking around the table and unclipping the chains. Silence returned. I lay there for a time savouring the glow that came from not only was my cunt but also my entire body. I slowly sat up and pulled my blouse down from my head so I could see.

My cunt and thighs were knee deep in cum. My blouse stuck to my body. My hair felt like glue. My body felt shattered from all the excitement it had. I slowly got up terrified of who I might meet. The office was empty. That was a relief. I had no idea how I could possibly come to work on Monday. The important thing now was to get myself home with some self-respect.

I got off the table and looked for my cloths. Not surprisingly, I didn't find them. Even my knickers had been removed from desk. I would have to go home in the shoes that were left me and the cum soaked blouse. At least it covered all of my bits. I saw it was very late so decided to just head home as fast as I could.

As it was very late so no one was about as it was the business district. I got to the deserted station only to find my travel card didn't work. "Shit. They've even cancelled that! What am I supposed to do?" This really was going too far. Being a sexpot slave inside my home and even office was one thing. Being trapped in public looking like a partied out whore was something entirely different. I was completely vulnerable and dependent on the kindness of whoever I came across.

I heard a noise and saw a member of staff approach me. "What's up dearie?" He had a big grin on his face. "Bit too much fun at a party?" I nodded at him. "Let's see your card."

I handed it to him. He put it up against his computer and he laughed. "Looks like you cancelled this about an hour ago. Now why would you do a thing like that? You know I can't let you on a train now without a payment."

Oh god, I thought, what are they doing to me now? Would I ever get out of their clutches? And what hell would they put me through for their enjoyment? I guess I was going to find out.

I looked at him as pathetically as I could. "Don't suppose you'll take pity on a woman who's over done things a bit?"

"Don't think that's allowed," he smiled.

"Well, how about me overdoing it a bit more by giving you the shirt off my back?" Before he could say anything, I whipped off my cum saddened blouse and handed it to him. I figured an office full of people had seen me so why not this bloke.

His eyes would have popped out of his head if they could have. I had a good inside laugh. He fumbled for the OPEN button to let me through. "You really going to go home like that," he managed to splutter out.

"Unless you give me back my blouse, I guess have no choice do I?" I started to sway a bit. He just stood there in shock or away of the beautiful jugs that were swaying in front of him.

I decided to be bold as brass and walked off. My heart was racing but, as I expected, there was no one on the platform. When the train came in, I was able to pick a carriage with no one on it. Reality started to sink in again. I headed for the loos to hide. Finding them locked meant panic started to spread through my body. I did my best to hide myself in a corner of a carriage. Fortunately, no one got on the carriage and I got to my station without further contact.

I got off wondering how on earth I'd get out. Not having clothes on was one thing. I had been naked here before. The problem was I didn't have a way to get out of the gates as my pass was no longer invalid. Well, sometimes, they left the gates open late at night. I took a deep breath and soldiered on.

As my luck would have it, there was a staff member there. It was the same one who saw me naked last time. That was a small mercy, I thought. I approached with a big smile and my big tits swaying hoping he would just let me through.

"You're making a bit of a habit of this," he smiled.

"I thought it might make your late shift a bit more enjoyable. Glad you like what you see. Thanks for opening the gates for me."

"You had a pass last time. What happened?"

"I don't seem to have it on me. I think I left it in my coat pocket."

He smiled as his eyes wandered all over my body. Actually, this made me feel pretty good. I was getting to like having my fulsome breasts fully appreciated.

"Not surprised. It looks like you've had quite the night. Unfortunately, I can't let you through without some kind of payment."

Now my heart sank. What on earth did he want. "Now you wouldn't take advantage of a girl in difficulty, would you?"

His smile told me he would exactly do that. I dreaded to think what it would be. "Appreciating everything you have to offer on show has rather excited me. As you're the cause of my excitement, I think your payment should be relieving it."

I looked at his crotch and could easily see what he meant. Well, I had given a blow job for a home delivery. I guess they wanted me to give blow jobs to get home. I just hoped I'd do better than the first time. Down I went to pull down his trousers and free his hard manhood. Well, actually, I was pleased to see he was smaller than Julian and Sunil. This might be easier than I expected.

It was dead easy to get him into my mouth. I knew from Sunil I had to concentrate to ensure I didn't gag or make a fool of myself. Though being naked in a train station giving head was making fool enough of myself! I happily used my tongue to flit around his shaft. I was actually having fun doing this and listening to his appreciative moans. I could feel his muscles getting ready to explode and focused on what was going to come. His cock started pumping his cream filled into my mouth. The taste wasn't great but my excitement at doing the deed easily overcame that. I could feel blood rushing to my cunt and my body gearing up for an orgasm. I was surprised my relief came as I swallowed his juices. I let out soothing moans as my body gently shuddered and fresh moistness oozed out of me. I never thought being so exposed in public could be so wonderful.

"My god, Jessie, she seems to like doing that!

That brought me down to earth with a crash. I looked to see two couples standing aghast and in shock. I was so focused on what I was doing I didn't realise they were there.

"Your gross, man, making a prostitute strip and, and,"

"Suck your dick in public," finished her boyfriend, partner, husband, who knows what.

"And she swallowed it all," sighed the other man, more in awe than judgement.

"I think it's horrendously disgusting to make a woman do that. It's degrading and utterly humiliating. The poor woman," the first woman continued.

"Actually, guys, I'm not so sure about that. It's Christmas time, after all, the time to give gifts. And knowing you two, you'd love a blow job!"

They all laughed. "But really, Jessie, I mean you gotta admit it's got to be pretty awful for the poor woman." I was liking this woman more and more.

"Yeah, it probably is," said Jessie. "But it ain't awful for us, is it." There was a nervous laugh. "I bet that pretty Lilly white face would look a pretty spectacle wrapped around Johnson's big assed ebony johnson!!" Now there was laughing all around.

"So, friend," continued Jessie, "how much does she cost?"

The staff member looked sheepish. "Nothing, actually. Her season pass was just cancelled so ...."

"You made her suck your dick to be let out," said one of the blokes in amazement.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was too dazed from yet another orgasm to say anything.

"She's not a prostitute," the other bloke said lamely.

Jessie smiled widely. "So, bro, don't suppose you can tack on two more? The last train's gone so us just us. Chantel, what do you think. Want to give your Johnson a present he won't forget this Christmas?"

Chantel looked at Jessie. "You mean you'd humiliate this woman, who's not even a prostitute, further just to get out of having to give our men a Christmas gift?" She paused and looked at the smiles on their faces. "What a stupid question. Shit, yeah. Let's do it to her. If she's good enough we might even get out of two presents!" They all laughed and clapped.

"Well, Ms Lilly White, you've supplied the fare for me to open the gates. But there is a penalty fare for travelling without a valid ticket. It's a good thing this couple has come along to help you out." More laughing and clapping.

The first bloke positioned himself in front of me and dropped his trousers. I could tell this wasn't going to take too much work. It was a lovely ebony cock and certainly bigger than the staff member's member. I started working on him.

"This bitch knows what she's doing!" No, actually, the bitch was winging it. My brain was scrabbled and my mouth was running on what it had learned from my rapidly expanding experience of sucking cock. Men are pretty easy to please when it comes to sucking them off. I was giving them a pretty good show as I moved up and down his shaft and around his balls. I could feel my huge breasts swaying as I did this.

"God, Chantel, this is too much. Those swaying tits and bobbing ass are getting me so excited that I can't wait."

"Well," said Chantel, "that ass is there for the taking. Go for it. Is it okay with you, Mr. Staff Member?"

"Shouldn't you ask the Lilly White Bitch?"

"She seems to have her mouth full right now." They all laughed. "Besides, it's the Staff Member who's running the show and deciding the penalty fares."

He obviously gave his approval as I felt a cock entering my asshole. This was a first. And the pain was excruciating, until he was all the way in and started playing with my fulsome boobs. He happily mashed them and then pulled on my nipples, like he was milking a cow. I could hear the two woman laughing away.

Talk about being turned on! My brain couldn't believe what was happening to me while every muscle in my body was electrified. This extreme degradation was giving me an extreme build-up to an orgasm. I was moaning in ecstasy.

"Holy shit. Never knew and asshole fuck could be so exciting for a woman!"

"So, bro, does this bitch come hear often? We might have to make a return visit in the New Year!" Laughing erupted again.

"Yea. I've seen her before. She lives around here."

"You got her address? She seems to be a gift that could keep on giving!" I think that was Chantel.

"No, I really can't do that. You know, data protection and all that."

"Oh, look Chantel," said Jessie. "Here's someone's purse. Do you think I should look in it to see who it belongs to? We might find an address so we could return it to her!"

Fear flooded my brain as she rooted through my purse.

"Oh look, here's her phone number let me call her."

My ass, though, was having the best time it had ever had as he moved his cock in and out slowly.

"Oh silly me. It's ringing her in her purse. I'll put her address and name in my phone so we can call her later."

Instead of screaming my objections, I opted for the enjoyment of being penetrating in my backside for the first time.

Then the first explosion hit as my mouth filled with cum. Then my super tight asshole felt the next explosion as cum was pumped into me by his strong muscles. Then every muscle in my body started pulsating. My ass muscles contracted around the bloke's dick, increasing the sensations I felt. I squeezed my lips so the same happened with the other dick in me. I wanted the explosions to last rest of the night. Sadly, that didn't happen. They came down from their highs first. Disappointment started as I felt the lovely cock my mouth softening. Then my ass felt the let-down of that manhood being removed. I slumped to the floor enjoying the last vestiges of my body's wrenching orgasm as yet more juices trickled from between my legs.

As my senses returned, I looked up at the gateline staff member. He smiled broadly as he handed me a piece of paper. It had Chantel's name, address and phone number. Every bone in my body screamed to have the staff member call for help. All I had been through flashed through my mind. The overly exposing clothes, using a dildo on command, having my every move watched in my flat, forced into giving a blow job to someone I knew, being stripped bare on a train, screwed by an unknown number of unknown men and women in my own office and then degraded in a train station before I even got home. Every bone in my body was screaming to get help to stop this abuse.

I then looked around me. I realised that every hole in my body was leading me to walk rapidly with nothing on but my shoes with my boobs swaying as I walked through a part of the neighbourhood I didn't know to an address I'd never been to to subject myself to people who had just fucked me in public so I could get more, much more, of the same. I guess I was now a full member of the Slutty Slag Sexpot Slave Team.

The end.