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Office Slut Pt 12

Office Slut Pt 12

by iamhottie101
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Tuesday

Mr. George seemed to get a lot of pleasure out of humiliating me. He has been crueler to me than usual, a major shift from the previous week. I feel like I am never sure where I stand with him. Just when I think perhaps our relationship is evolving past the contract, I get slapped in the face with reality.

Another issue: I have also not been allowed to cum since yesterday morning when I disobeyed Mr. George while he fucked Deborah in front of me. I could barely sleep last night because I was so horny.

Since Deborah, I have become a desperate mess around Mr. George. Anything he says, I obey immediately, if not sooner. My goal was to make Mr. George so pleased with me that soon he'd forget all about my bad behavior.

But he remains completely unfazed. In fact, the more I lean into my Office Slut role, the colder Master treats me. It's a vicious cycle, and my pussy is the main victim.

I have also noticed other new issues since Monday.

When I am not in Master's office, Deborah is. Every time I see her walk into his office, my stomach sinks. I try not to picture Master giving Deborah multiple orgasms or Deborah cumming all over Master's cock, but it's difficult. She always gives me the most smug expression when she leaves his office.

Master hasn't fucked me since Monday, either. It appears like he's using Deborah's pussy to take care of his needs lately. It makes my skin crawl.

When I went into his office today, Master made me strip immediately and get on all fours by his chair. He said he wanted to use me like a footrest and that if I moved, he'd spank me. I tried my hardest to remain perfectly still, but I failed several times. My ass was red when I left Master's office, and Deborah laughed at me as I walked to my cubicle. She probably could hear the spanking sounds of Master punishing me.

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Wednesday

Master only puts his dick in my mouth these days. He fucks my face so hard that it's difficult to breathe; I cry every time despite my best efforts. He slaps me with his dick, and then he makes me thank him. I have started to look forward to sucking his dick because it's the only time he pays any attention to me.

My pussy always becomes so wet when I suck Master, but he doesn't care. He says that I should only think of his pleasure. He calls me a greedy slut when I ask if I can cum. But he does let me hump his leg, which only makes me want to cum more.

On Wednesday, there was a dildo suction cupped to one of the chairs in front of Master's desk. It was long and thick. Master instructed me to use it to fuck myself in front of him. I was excited by this because nothing had been in my pussy all week.

Eagerly, I got the dildo wet with my mouth, and then I slowly slid myself onto the dildo while making eye contact with Master. I bounced on it like Master instructed, but he barely paid attention to me after the first few minutes. I tried to fuck myself for him as sexy as possible, but his computer was much more interesting to him.

I closed my eyes and began to pretend like the dildo was Master's perfect cock, and I started riding it faster and with much more passion. I began to moan as I rode the fake dick.

"You're such a fucking slut," Master scoffed after one of my moans caught his attention.

"Look at you," Master taunted me. "Such a desperate whore, willing to fuck anything."

His words and attention began to overwhelm me.

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"Please," I begged Master, "Please may I cum?"

He shook his head curtly. "Stop riding it, just sit on it bitch."

I wanted to beg more, but I knew his answer. I unwillingly stopped riding the dildo and just sat on it while Mr. George continued to do his work. It felt like torture.

As I left the office, I sent an innocent text to Mr. Ryan asking if I could see him this weekend. I had a terrible feeling that Master was never going to let me cum again, and lately, cumming has been all I can think about. I hoped that Mr. Ryan might help me with my current predicament.

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Thursday

On Thursday, I could tell Master was up to something because he brought me a maid costume.

The "costume" was only a see-through, lacy apron with a little headband. I quickly changed out of my work clothes and donned my Office Slut attire.

Master told me to kneel off to the side of his office. I was curious about his plans, and he loved teasing me by telling me absolutely nothing.

Suddenly, two large men entered the office: one was a short man with red hair, and the other was an older, handsome man. They sat in the two chairs in front of Master's desk. The short man was sitting in the same chair that the dildo I fucked was on yesterday.

The men exchanged pleasantries, and no one glanced in my direction. Although I knew they both noticed me by the bulges in their pants.

"Gentlemen, allow me to introduce my Office Slut," Master said as he gestured toward me. The two men looked at me with hungry eyes. The short man's eyes were laser-focused on my tits. I shifted under his gaze.

"Would one or both of you like to try her out?" Master asked the men, and my heart began to race. The only person Master had ever shared me with was Mr. Ryan, and I wished it would stay that way. However, my Office Slut brain was happy for any attention.

There was silence, and the older man said, "Don't get me wrong, I think she's sexy, but Tom would enjoy her much more."

I tried not to let the sting of rejection get to me. Tom quickly nodded in agreement. His small eyes hadn't left my huge tits.

Master made eye contact with me and jerked his head toward Tom. After a moment of hesitation, I crawled over to Tom. Tom already had his dick out of his pants by the time I got to him.

The other man and Master continued to discuss the business deal; however, Tom was wholly focused on me. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Mr. Ryan instead. I have been pretending a lot lately.

Tom's eager attention started to make me so horny. I licked, kissed, and sucked his cock so aggressively that it felt like an out-of-body experience.

Tom came into my mouth after a few minutes, and Master forced me to swallow it.

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Friday

Friday came, and Mr. Ryan still hadn't responded to my text from Wednesday. He usually responds within an hour. But I was trying my best not to worry too much.

At this point in my punishment, my pussy was a sloppy mess, and my brain was no better. Master knew what he was doing to me and seemed to love every moment of torturing me.

When he called me into his office, I had such high hopes that I practically skipped there. Since yesterday's business deal went so well, I figured Master might reward me.

Master was turned around facing the window when I walked in, so all I could see of him was the back of his head. He stayed like that for so long that I began to worry that he didn't hear me come in, although that seemed unlikely. Master knew everything.

"Ryan called me yesterday," Mr. George said suddenly, and at first, I thought I had heard him wrong. I was frozen in place, and my hands began to shake.

"Yeah, he said you texted him about seeing him this weekend," Mr. George continued.

It felt like someone had smashed my heart with every word. I couldn't believe Mr. Ryan betrayed me like this to Mr. George. Why would he do this to me? I was so confused.

I had no idea what to say to Mr. George, so I stood there, silent and helpless. I had been caught red-handed.

"Did you do that, slut?"

"Yes, Master," I murmured and hung my head in defeat.

Master turned to face me quickly after I spoke.

"Say it louder and look at me," He ordered.

"Yes, Master," I said, only a bit louder, and I looked into Master's eyes.

He slammed his hands on the table as he stood up. His face was red with anger, and his eyes were wide. He raked his hands through his hair and let out a deep sigh.

"Well," Mr. George released a cold laugh, "You'll be pleased to know I have arranged for you to visit Ryan this weekend after all."

He sat back down in his chair before adding, "Now leave whore; I don't want to see you today."

I walked back to my cubicle in a fog; I could hardly process what had happened. I had no idea why Mr. George would give me what I wanted after he caught me lying. I knew something sadistic was planned for me.

I watched as Deborah giddily ran into Mr. George's office. It felt like everything had turned upside down.

Following a reckless impulse, I texted Mr. Ryan: traitor.

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