THURSDAY
Danielle knocked on David's door moments after she'd read her schedule for the day. She burst into David's office and said, "What the hell is 'free use' supposed to mean?"
"Morning, is something the matter?"
"Cut the bullshit, David."
David's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit? I gave you a chance to correct your mistake, but you made it worse." He cut off Danielle's response with a gesture. "Free use is what it says on the box, starting 9 AM, everyone in the office can use you on a first-come-first-serve basis." He shrugged. "I'm still looking for the best way to fit your new role into this office's system."
"All day long?"
"All day, and I'll be expecting you in my office at 4:30 PM sharp. It's clear I need to remind you there are boundaries you have to respect."
"D - Sir, please, I don't know if I can make it that long with no breaks."
"I won't tell you how to do your job, whore. You'll find a way to rest now and then."
Danielle's shoulders slumped as her anger crumpled. She kept her eyes stuck to the papers spread on David's desk and said, "Do you hate me, sir?"
"I don't hate you, Danielle. I admired you once." He moved his hand into her sight and gestured for her to meet his eyes. "When you started working here, I never doubted you'd walk out of this office someday and step right into a job above my pay grade. I thought I'd ask you out, but that would've been unprofessional, and I didn't want anybody to think you'd slept with the boss to get where you were."
Danielle blinked and said, "I never—"
"It doesn't matter now. You broke my trust, and now you're my whore. I no longer have to care about acting professional." David got up and walked around his desk, his hands closed on Danielle's shoulders, and his deep voice thrummed in her ear. "I didn't expect to, but I like putting you to work. And..." His hands slipped down to her breasts, and he squeezed her soft flesh in his strong hands. "if what I've heard is right, you don't mind the work as much as you want me to believe."
He nudged her closer to his desk, and his body worked hers down until she lay flat on her back. He let go of her breasts and pushed her dress up to her waist. His hand slipped between her legs, and he pushed two fingers inside of her. She was wet already.
"4:30 PM sharp, whore."
He didn't touch her again, didn't even look at her heated face when he sat down and grabbed the report he'd been reading.
Danielle slunk away in silence and glanced up at the big clock in the office, 8:55 AM, and there were three guys waiting at her desk already. No time for her to think about what David had said, she had work to do.
Danielle sat down in her chair and straightened out her skirt before she looked up at the first guy standing in front of her desk. She swallowed when she saw his eyes glued to her deep cleavage, but what could she expect? As long as David refused to let her wear more than two pieces of clothing, she'd always have to dress like a slut.
"What can I do for you?"
The man grinned and said, "You can come to our office, we've got some work for you."
Danielle sighed and pulled her whore journal from a drawer in her desk. She opened it in front of the three men and said, "Can you please write down your names?"
The man's eyebrow raised, and he took the pen she held out for him. "What for?"
"Mister Doherty wants to know I'm earning my keep."
Danielle squeezed her eyes shut when he flipped to the pages before today. "Busy little whore, aren't you? All right, I'll write them down. I'm Bart, Justin's to the left of me and Sergeant's to the right. Served for five years, you know."
"Real names, please."
"Sure."
Bart shut the journal and smirked as he read its title. He beckoned for Danielle to follow, and she did, the journal clutched to her chest. When would she see her desk again today? She had no idea.
Inside the three guys' office, Bart pushed on Danielle's shoulder until she sunk down to her knees. He nodded towards the furthest desk. "You can crawl over there, make yourself comfy under the desk. Sergeant's first."
With three sets of eyes burning on her back, Danielle crawled on hands and knees until she was ready to suck her first cock. Sergeant sat down in his chair, and his powerful thighs filled what little space was left under the desk. He unzipped and pulled out a thick cock, hard and ready. Sergeant's strong hand reached under the desk and pulled her mouth onto his cock. He didn't say a word, just the unrelenting force of his hand as it pushed his cock deeper, into her throat, deeper still, until her nose pressed against his muscular body. Musk filled Danielle's nose as she gagged and clawed at Sergeant's legs, but the heavy jeans of his pants made her struggles meaningless.
He took from her what he wanted, driving her back and forward, punching his cock down her squelching throat at a steady pace, again and again. He never let go, never let up. Sergeant's huge hands covered her scalp when he picked up the pace, grunts rumbling from his chest as his thick wrists knocked against the desk's edge.
Sergeant's fat cock swelled in Danielle's mouth as thick spurts of cum jetted down her gullet. She couldn't breathe with her nose squashed against Sergeant's powerful body, her arms powerless to stop him as he came.
Finally he let go, and she could pull herself free and breathe. Danielle whined when Sergeant's hand tangled in her hair to keep her from sliding down. "Get me hard again."
"Please."
"Again."
She didn't have a choice. Danielle's tongue darted out, and she teased the thick head of Sergeant's cock, tasted the cum left behind. It was so hard to think, but it was the lack of air that had her confused, she hadn't enjoyed getting her throat fucked by this brute of a man. Danielle ran her lips along Sergeant's shaft, kissing and teasing it, cleaning her own drool from the glistening shaft. She sucked the last white drop from his cock and closed her eyes as the taste of cum filled her mouth again. She lost track of time until Sergeant's thick cock lay hot and throbbing against her cheek.
This time, Sergeant pounded Danielle's throat hard. Her gagging filled the room. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she didn't struggle. Her nails dug into Sergeant's jeans as she weathered the storm until finally he pulled her off his punishing cock and blasted her face with hot streaks of cum. The white strands joined with her own drool in dripping down her chin, onto her dress, into her cleavage.
Sergeant leaned back with a contented sigh as Danielle slumped against his leg. Her break didn't last though, Bart grabbed her shoulder, and Danielle crawled backwards from under Sergeant's desk.
"Get up and lean against the door. Lose the dress."
Danielle didn't move. She still saw spots as her lungs sucked in deep breaths to make up for the brutal throat fucking she'd lived through. Her slit was dripping with juices, if she'd had the strength to reach between her legs, she'd be fighting herself to stop herself from playing with her clit.
"Get up, whore."
"No."
Bart pulled at her shoulder, and Danielle shied away.
"No!"
"Have it your way then." Bart unzipped behind her and got on his knees. He flipped up the back of her dress, and Danielle moaned when the tip of his hard cock pressed against her quivering pussy. "Holy shit, your pussy's burning hot."
Danielle gasped when Bart punched his cock all the way inside. He pushed her dress up until he could reach under it and fill his hands with her ample tits. He fucked her like he'd fuck a whore, hard and unrelenting. She came.
