"Ahh... ahh... ahh Clement... " I moaned, my hands spreading my ass open for my boss.
"Shut up and take it slut -- quickly, before lunch break ends."
"Ahh... ahh... ahh... ahhh!" The intense feeling of being rammed up my butt was euphoric.
"You're the fucking best hire I've ever made -- good at your job, and you take dick like a streetwalker. I really need to check who recommended you."
"Ahh... ahh... fuck me, keeping fucking me," I begged him, urging him on with my words and body.
"I don't think I'll ever stop, Helms. Fuck! Here's your load!"
Just like you probably are, I was wondering how I'd wound up in the men's room, getting rammed up the ass by my boss.
About a month prior, I'd decided to do a little whoring as a side hustle -- just to tide me over until I could find a real job. I'd met a man online named Richard, and he'd seemed safe enough, so then I'd met up with him in person. My session with him had done something to me; it had destroyed whatever that thing is inside of a woman that stops her from being a complete and utter slut. Call it decency, self respect or whatever. Whatever it was, mine was gone.
From that point on, it had felt like I was an open book, an unlocked door, a free fuck. Richard had fucked me once more and has not contacted me since. and in his stead Clement had resumed from where he left off. After my hiring, Clement had taken to fucking me silly at every opportunity. Clement was the boss. Joel, his brother, who was also my superior, took his own turns.
Clement had me fuck a few other men;, they were all rich and wealthy, just like he was. They all had families, wives and reputations, but they were all happy to pay Clement -- and, by extension, me -- quite handsomely to commit infidelity. Clement had final authority over me, though, and he fucked me hard and often. Even though he was well over fifty, the man had some energy to burn.
Kate, my new assistant, would often find herself needing to do some of my work whilst I was getting cocks stuffed into me. It helped that Kate wasn't above the same treatment; neither was the snotty assistant, Zahra, who would occasionally be forced to join in pleasuring the executives.
I'd been close to quitting. Clement and Joel had insisted I suck their dicks before an important presentation. After I'd done so, I'd freshened up, then gone to the presentation, where Clement had scolded me for being late. I'd felt utterly humiliated professionally, which had been where I'd felt I could actually draw a line. I'd wanted to give them a piece of my mind the next day, no matter how horny I'd been to suck their cocks again.
When I'd gotten home, though, my phone had rung, alerting me to the fact that my first paycheck had arrived. Not even a month in and twenty thousand dollars had been deposited straight into my bank account, which had been at ten dollars and a few cents just a moment before that. In an instant, I'd gone from thinking I'd have to scrounge up some change for a slice of pizza to planning out a shopping spree -- and not just for me, but for my daughter
My greed had gotten the better of me. I'd told myself I could handle it -- if, perhaps, only long enough to secure our future. I'd told myself all sorts of things, actually -- like that Clement wasn't so bad, especially when he wasn't randomly yelling at me to assert his authority; that Joel was a bit of a sweetheart when he wasn't being a pervert; that Kate was kind of nice to talk to when she wasn't trying to put me down to the other girls in the organisation. I'd had twenty thousand new reasons to believe it.
My resolve had been tested the very next day; the two brothers had brought in Kate and insisted we fuck each other with strapons in front of them.
They'd barely touched us as I'd clumsily put on the stupid thing and fucked my assistant silly. I hadn't really known how it had worked, or how to properly fuck a girl. Kate's steamed glasses and flushed face had told me I was doing something right. As if that hadn't been enough, once we'd been done with each other, the men had joined in, fucking us both to orgasm after orgasm. Kate was a screamer. She moaned like a wild dog and cooed like a pig. It was always shocking how no one ever just came to check if she was dying. I'd assumed then that the behaviour was an open secret -- that most everyone knew what happened in Clement's office and didn't care.
The fucking itself hadn't been all that intense -- child's play compared to Richard's machine-like butt fucking. It had been that very day when Clement had taken a liking to stuffing his cock in my butt. He'd just shoved it in there, and when I hadn't gone crazy or complained, he'd kept going till he'd filled me with cum. He'd then started prioritising fucking me there as well.
In terms of my actual job, I was good at it; their company had started getting more recognition, and Clement had taken all the credit. My reward had been his cum whenever there'd been a weekly progress meeting and the improvement of the company's marketability had been discussed. Clement would just smile and say it was all due to his ideas. Later, he'd drag me to some closet somewhere and tell me I was a good whore for keeping my mouth shut and letting him hog the glory. He'd then shove his dick into my mouth -- not that my mouth would resist. I'd deep throat the executive and get a serving full of spunk for my troubles, my gracious reward.It established me as Clement's favourite.
Kate often found herself pleasing Joel, but she preferred Clement. There were daddy issues there, because I could see that Kate always wanted to impress him. Clement hired her when she was very young so it's no surprise that Kate spent so much time trying so desperately to get his attention. First, it was her trying to steal my ideas just like her boss. Clement wasn't buying it, often telling her to shut up before resuming his focus on what I was saying. Next, Kate started being just a little skimpier, her skirt just the little bit higher. Once she realised all that did was get Joel to keep dragging her away for a closet pounding. Kate resorted to almost throwing all shame and decency aside and just throwing her body into Clement.
This approach kinda worked, the first time at least. Clement was impressed she was so brazen and that turned him on. He then pulled up the woman's short skirt and gave her a fucking. All while I gave my briefing to him, it was difficult to do that over a screaming dog getting filled up.
Here's the thing: I may sound annoyed, infuriated and frustrated, but in truth, I had my dream job. I didn't like some of the people there, but I was doing what I'd been trained to do, I was improving the company, and I was being well rewarded for it -- with money, even, and not just sex. That being said, I was also getting the good fucking I needed day in and day out.
What was wrong with me? I'd asked the question so many times it had become meaningless. When fat people ask themselves why they can't stop eating, they feel shame. When smokers try to quit yet again and fail, likewise. Whenever I'd ask myself why I was such a greedy little slut, I wouldn't know the answer. In the meantime, I'd take my fuckings and like them. I'd like them when Clement used me like a sex toy, with zero regard for my well-being. I'd like them when Maddy had been acting real bitchy to me, when I'd had an awful headache and period pains, and even after I'd received bad news about distant relatives passing away.Why was I such a whore then, why did I like it when Clement fucked me without much care for my well-being. Even when Maddy acted real bitchy to me, even after I had some awful headaches, and period pains. Even after I received bad news about distant relatives passing away.
When I'd come into the office that morning, I'd gotten started on my work right away. It hadn't been long, however, before long I'd heard my boss come in and demand I go into his office -- which had meant there'd been about a one in five chance we would discuss work, and in all likelihood he'd just want to deposit his cum somewhere in or on my body.
That pretty much gets us back into men's public bathroom, where my ass was getting fucked by my boss. My tits were out and I'd already sucked his dick that morning. I'd asked him to fuck me several times.. I'd begged him to use me and treat me like a slut. I'd told him that I wanted to be his whore and that he could fuck me wherever he wanted.
I'd said all of those things. Me! No one else.
I was falling deeper into the grave I'd dug. I couldn't see the light, and I couldn't hold back anymore. My mind was just done pretending to be a decent human being. I was a whore. I was his whore, and if Richard had been there, I'd have been his whore, too. I liked it, and I felt like I would for a very long time.
I wished there were more men in the stall, watching me getting railed -- watching my boss spreading my ass cheeks and slowly easing his cock back inside my asshole; my boss, who was holding my hair and pulling me up so that he could whisper to me just how much of a worthless slut I was -- how he planned on using me, fucking me, then letting his friends fuck me, too; how much he enjoyed fucking me over his ugly wife; and how he would fucking divorce her for me if it wouldn't have cost him half his shit.
"Fuck this whore!" I exclaimed. "I want to be your mistress, Clement... ahh, I want to be filled with cum. I want your wife to taste my ass and pussy when she sucks you off!"
Clement gasped audibly, then jerked around. His cum oozed into my tight and well-fucked asshole. I was tired; Clement was spent. He fell on top of me, and I felt his cum fall from my ass crack onto my panties, which were still wrapped around my feet.
"You're the very best hire I've ever made, Helms... take the day off."
"You mean it sir?" I asked, a bit surprised.
"Yes. Get out before I change my mind."
I tried to shift out from under him. I pulled my panties up, leaving the cum inside my asshole. Then I picked up my heels, as they'd fallen off as we'd fucked. I was so close to getting out of there.
