The first time I walked into the office without my panties was a Monday morning. I'd been thinking about it all weekend, knowing it was the first step towards getting what I wanted, to be like the office sluts I'd read about in these stories, turning on all the men I work with and being treated like a dirty little whore. I knew I had the assets for it. I love my breasts, they're D cups and they bounce when I'm being fucked, my ass is a little big but round and so smooth.
My skirts had been getting shorter for weeks, showing off my smooth legs and I knew several of the guys at work had noticed and were looking forward to seeing more of me each day. Now I was ready to take it a step further. To become the kind of girl who enjoys letting her skirt ride up as she bends over at the copier, lets the bottom of her tits peek out from her top as she reaches for a file and lets herself be bent over a desk by her colleagues whenever they feel like it.
I'd chosen a nice and short dress for my first day as a slut. I spent the morning walking around with my legs slightly apart, enjoying the movement of the air and knowing that the smell of me was drawing the men in. Most of the guys were more attentive but they didn't seem to be able to figure out why they wanted me more that day.
Steve was the first one to catch on. I don't know how he figured it out, maybe he noticed the lack of panty line or maybe he caught a glimpse of me bending seductively to pick up the pens I intentionally rolled off my desk. But I knew he'd realised what I was when he sent me to do some copying. Just after I went into the copy room I heard his voice behind me. "The bottom paper tray is empty. Bend over and fill it."
Steve was always more polite than that and the way he said it, as an order not a request, told me he knew what I wanted and was ready to play my game. I planted my legs apart and bent over slowly from the waist. When I knew my skirt had lifted just enough to show a glimpse of my lips and nothing more I stood up again, leaving him wanting more.
He leant in and whispered in my ear 'I know what you want Jess. And I'm going to make sure you get it. Tomorrow you are NOT to wear a bra to work.' And then he was gone and it was as if nothing had happened. Except that now I was really hot. I hadn't thought what would happen when I got turned on and now there I was with my pussy swollen and wet, about to sit back down at my desk. There was nothing I could do; my office chair was going to get damp, a clear sign to all the guys in the office that I was no longer wearing knickers to the office.
I chose my top carefully the next day. I wore a white gypsy blouse. I wanted my breasts to have room to bounce, but also for the guys to be able to see them through the thin material. My tits are quite big but I'm still young enough that they don't need much support and have a nice bounce when I walk.
When I arrived at work I took off my jacket and straight away I felt eyes on me. I wasted no time, by mid-morning I was bouncing past Steve's desk on the way to the copy room. It was only seconds later I heard footsteps behind me. Then a pair of rough hands reached around me, pulled the buttons on my shirt open then pushed me forwards until my tits rested on the copier plate. He backed away and said 'lift your skirt and show me your cunt. Now.' I was shocked. The voice wasn't Steve's.
In my surprise I wasn't sure who it was but I didn't really care. Someone wanted to see me spread open over the copier like a whore and I was dying to do as I was told. I reached down and took hold of the hem of my skirt, sliding it up over my smooth thighs until I was totally exposed. I knew it looked great. My legs were shoulder width apart and the height of the copier was lifting me up on to my toes, heels in the air, my shaved pussy spread open for him.
'Wider'. He barked. 'Spread your legs for me'. I moved my feet further apart, still on tiptoes, opening my slit wider for him to see me properly. My weight was pushing my tits down onto the copier plate now, my nipples hard, pushing down against the glass. I heard a click and realised he'd pressed the copier button. A colour copy of my naked tits came out of the machine and was snatched up before I could see it. 'Very nice, this will make a lovely gift for my son, he's got a crush on you and this will give him something to do tonight'. And then he was gone and I was left half naked, pulling my tits back inside my top.
