The Making Of A Slut Pt 02

Chapter 2 -- Tuesday - Day 2

Caroline had spent a restless night, tossing and turning, rerunning the events of the previous day through her head. She was scared because she had been caught, she was scared because her boss was clearly planning to blackmail her, she was scared because she couldn't see a way out but most of all she was scared that she had been so turned on by being treated as a slut.

She made her mind up -- police or no police she was going to have to stop this. She would speak to her boss and end it. Her mind made up she drifted off to sleep at last.

The next morning, she dressed in her most demure office outfit. She had started with her least sexy pair of knickers and bra. A black dress with a high neckline and a skirt that was below the knees, slightly flared but no splits and a pair of flat sandals. An outfit designed to look smart but sexless. She didn't want to give out the wrong signals.

She was very nervous by the time she got to the office, it was not so much butterflies in her stomach, more like a flock of seagulls! Plucking up all of her courage she picked up her phone and dialed Nick's extension. When he picked up she stammered out that she needed to see him.

"Come right up" he said with a hint of a laugh in his voice. She braced herself and walked upstairs, focusing all the time on how she was going to tell him that he was a pervert and she was not going to play his seedy games. As she walked in the door he greeted her with a wicked smile and told her to shut the door and come in.

"Well" he said "couldn't my little cum dump wait for more of her master's cock?"

"Quite the opposite" Caroline said "I am not playing your twisted games any longer -- call the police."

"You disappoint me slut. Remind me, you have two girls, don't you? Do they really want to have a mother who is a goal bird and, more importantly what do you think they will think if they see this posted on their social media sites?" He turned the screen of his computer so that Caroline could see it and clicked his mouse. A video started to play, there was no sound but it was clearly a video of yesterday and showed her stripping and then crawling over to suck Nick's cock. There was no doubt that anyone watching the video would not think that she was being coerced. Caroline admitted to herself that she looked like a slut that was happy and just wanted to eat her boss's cock.

Once again Caroline had that terrible sinking feeling -- she was trapped. She could cope with the police but she couldn't bear the thought of people seeing her like that. She looked such a slut - even as she thought it a jolt of pleasure ran through her. She knew that her cunt was swelling and starting to drip.

"Well slut -- do you want to be known as a 'film star' or do you want to be my pet?"

Caroline's shoulders slumped and she stared at the floor and quietly said "Pet sir". "I can't hear you slut" She looked up at his smiling face, looked him in the eyes and said in a loud, firm voice. "I will be your pet sir, your fuck toy a place for you to dump your cum." She couldn't quite believe the excitement that bubbled inside her as she said it.

"Good slut -- that was the right and sensible answer, however, you do realize that you need to be punished for your insubordination?"

A slightly cruel smile crossed his face as she nodded meekly. "Come here" she walked around his desk "show me my cunt" She stooped down and grabbed the hem of her dress and stood up exposing her granny sized 'period pants' that she had deliberately put on this morning.

"Oh dear -- this won't do at all" he said as he reached up under her dress and pulled them off down her legs making her step out of them. He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply "They do smell of hot slut cunt though. At least with them being so big they should help to silence you while I punish you."

Caroline felt mortified. She was embarrassed that he had smelt her knickers, she was embarrassed that, despite the terrible situation she was in, her cunt was dripping and most strangely of all she was embarrassed that she had let him see her in her most unattractive knickers.

He pushed her over the desk and pulled her skirt up over her, now, naked ass. "Clearly a simple spanking did not do the trick yesterday so I think we will have to try something a little more aggressive." He walked around the desk so that she could see him. She gasped as he undid his belt and started to pull it out of his trousers. "As the office is full I am sure that you don't want to make a sound as I beat you so you had better have these." Before she could react, he had grabbed hold of her nose and was pushing her 'granny pants' into her mouth. She could taste the distinct taste of her cunt as they filled her mouth.

She felt so vulnerable bent over his desk like this, her naked ass in the air. He walked back around the desk and she jumped as she felt his hand stroke the inside of her thigh, slowly stroking up and down, never quite reaching her overheated pussy. He started stroking the other thigh and she felt the need building in her. She could feel herself subconsciously moving her body to try and initiate some contact between her cunt and his hand. Suddenly, just as she thought she might go mad his hand moved and started to stroke her buttock cheeks with the same leisurely, unhurried strokes, gradually getting closer and closer to her needy cunt which she could tell was now flooding with juice.

Finally, his fingers started gently stroking along her pussy lips and she could feel her body moving to his rhythm. His fingers started to rub her needy clit and she could feel an orgasm building.

He was watching her body react to his touch, he knew that she was about to cum. He stepped back and used his belt on her upturned ass -- it made a very satisfying 'crack' as it landed on her, but the knickers did their job and only a muted grunt of pain came out of her mouth. He landed a second blow and smiled to himself as her hands flew off the edge of the desk, not to rub her wounded ass but rather to stroke her needy clit. She really was the slut that he had always know that she would be.

Each stroke of the belt left a very satisfying welt on her ass which first glowed white and then changed to a deep shade of red.

He gave her 10 strokes, 5 on each cheek and by the time she had had the seventh stroke she was cumming and continued to do so. The juices so copious that they were running down her legs.

After the 10th stroke he dropped the belt, pulled down his trousers and pants and rammed his rock-hard cock into her streaming cunt. Her hands left her clit and moved to pull the knickers out of her mouth. "Oh God! Fuck me, fuck me hard you bastard -- make me your slut -- fill your slut with your cum." With each of his thrusts she started chanting "fuck, fuck, fuck" he could feel her overheated pussy spasming on his cock as she came. He could feel her juices covering him each time she came.

He leant over her and whispered in her ear "what are you?" "Without any hesitation or thought the reply came" Your slut sir -- your pet" He smiled and whispered "what do you want slut?" "Cum in me sir fill my cunt with your spunk. Mark me -- make me yours". As she said the words he had the biggest orgasm she could remember and was rewarded by feeling his cock squirting his cum into her fevered cunt.

He lay across her back while they recovered and after a few seconds whispered in her ear. "Some new rules for you my slut -- from now on whenever your slut cunt has been on my cock you will clean it with your mouth. You will always, unless specifically instructed otherwise, wear stockings or hold-ups to work and you will always wear slut shoes. I am going to buy you a butt plug and whenever you come to see me you will wear it. Do you understand?" She nodded weekly feeling completely drained.

He pulled out of her cunt and walked around the desk and said "clean me slut". She took his shrinking cum covered cock into her mouth and licked it clean, enjoying the taste of their mingled juices and feeling a strange sense of reward for servicing her 'master'.