Chapter 1

Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Coercion, Blackmail, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Cheating, Slut Wife, Wimp Husband, DomSub, MaleDom, FemaleDom, Rough, Humiliation, Gang Bang, First, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Cream Pie, Spitting, Exhibitionism, Workplace, Transformation, .

Desc: Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Married woman starts her new life as office whore. Later, her husband becomes involved.

Jennifer was scared. Probably more scared than she had been in a long time. She glanced around to her co-workers and could swear that she saw more than one looking at her. It seemed like they had been doing that all morning in fact. She quickly put her head back down and tried to look busy. All she could see though was the note written on bright pink paper: "Come to my office at 11:30 – Brenda". The pink notes were kind of legendary in the clinic she worked at. According to her co-workers, the employees were usually fired. Jennifer couldn't understand this. She had been working for this company for over 2 years with an exemplary record, and even though she had just transferred into this location a couple of weeks ago, she couldn't possible see why she would be fired.

As hard as she tried she could not keep her mind on her tasks for that morning. All she could think about is how bad it would be if she was let go. Her husband, Aaron, had been out of work for nearly six months now. For two 29 year olds with two children, this was causing serious problems for them. As much as she loved him, she was frustrated and was starting to blame him for their financial problems. Now he was talking about going back to school to finish his Bachelor's degree. How were they going to pay for that?! But, as she had been for the past 10 years, she was being as supportive as possible. However, if she lost her job, they would have no income at all, and because of the way payroll was run, she wouldn't even get unemployment benefits after only working at this clinic for 2 weeks.

Jennifer was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice Dr. Crane standing behind her. She gave a startled jump when he cleared his throat. Looking around she noticed he was smiling in that nice, but slightly disconcerting way he did that made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She was pretty, had a few extra pounds on her after having 2 kids, but certainly wasn't fat. She tried to dress professionally, but was always modest. Her hair was always tidy; her 34C breasts were noticeable, but not seen as she always wore high collared blouses. She did wear tighter dress pants that required her to wear a thong so the panty lines wouldn't show, but that was as "sexy" as she would get. Nonetheless, Dr. Crane always made her feel like she was wearing only sexy lingerie, or nothing at all for that matter.

"So I understand you received a note from Brenda today." He said still smiling.

Jennifer cleared her throat and replied "Um ... Yeah. Not really sure what it's about though."

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. I have a very good feeling about you. I think you could be even better than Denise." He said, and then turned and walked out of the records room.

Jennifer wasn't sure what to make of that, but decided to take it as a good sign. Denise, the woman who Jennifer replaced in medical records, was highly talked about by all the staff, especially the doctors. When she had been hired, Brenda the clinic manager, had mentioned her by name and told Jennifer that she had some pretty big shoes to fill. After more than four years at this clinic, Denise had been able to secure a job as clinic manager at a different location, a big jump within the company.

After what seemed forever, 11:30 finally arrived. Jennifer tried to collect herself and then walked down the hall and knocked quietly on Brenda's door. She could swear that she could feel every eye in the clinic watching her, but determined that she was just nervous and paranoid.

"Come in." Came the pleasant voice from the other side of the door.

Jennifer walked in and smiled hesitantly at her boss. Brenda was in her late forties, thin, tanned, and with brown hair that was cut short above her shoulders. The difference between the two women was immediately noticeable though. While Jennifer liked to play down her feminine physique, Brenda liked to show it off. She was often wearing skirts that Jennifer considered too short, blouses that showed off her ample cleavage, and often times didn't seem to wear any bra or support at all. Today she was wearing a black skirt that was showing a lot of her legs and thighs, especially the way she was sitting with her legs crossed, and a white blouse with no bra on underneath. Jennifer could see the hard nipples outlined underneath perfectly.

"So, Jennifer, how have you been doing?" Brenda asked in a very concerned voice.

"Fine." Jennifer said, trying to show as much confidence as possible. "I like it here a lot. The people are great, and it's a lot closer to my home which is nice for saving on gas money."

"I'm sure. It must be difficult to provide for a family of four on just your income."

Jennifer caught her breath. She didn't remember telling Brenda about her home situation, or anyone at the clinic for that matter.

"Oh, don't worry, your secret is safe with me." Brenda half whispered conspiratorially. "I heard it from a little birdy that you were having some problems. In fact, that is why I have asked you here today."

"Really?" Replied Jennifer, a little fearfully.

"Oh yes. In fact, there is a new training video I would like you to watch with me. It shouldn't take too long for you to get the gist of it."

"Ok, no problem." Replied Jennifer.

Brenda picked up her remote and pointed it at the TV set in the wall across from her desk. Jennifer turned to watch. Suddenly on the screen popped up Jennifer!

What is this!? She thought to herself.

After a few moments of watching her do her job, Jennifer caught her breath. She knew what was coming. Sure enough, it showed her talking to a patient and taking payment from her. Then, as soon as the patients back was turned, Jennifer slipped the cash into her purse at her feet. Brenda paused the tape.

"Well, I think that's very enlightening, don't you?" Brenda asked sternly. "Needless to say, I've got plenty more examples of your theft."

Jennifer didn't know what to say. All she could see ahead of her was dismay and destruction. She'd be going to jail, Aaron would be left to take care of the kids by himself with no job. Her life was over.

"Now, as I can see by the look on your face, I have plenty of evidence to take to the police." Brenda stated matter-of-factly.

"Please," said Jennifer, the tears starting to come. "I only did it because I had to. And, I only overcharged the patients; took from them I mean. I never took anything that was owed the clinic."

"I suppose you think that makes it ok?!" Brenda asked incredously.

"Of course not, but I didn't have a choice. Please, if you take this to the police my life will be over." Jennifer said, practically begging now.

"Well," said Brenda. "there is another option."

"PLEASE! Anything!" Jennifer almost shouted out of relief.

"I will not take this to the police, with one stipulation. I would like you to take on the new job title of Morale Coordinator. Because you will be doing your current job, and that of Morale Coordinator, this will also mean a bump in pay along with your new duties. Agree?"

Jennifer was lost in a sea of emotions. This woman had the ability to send her to jail but wasn't. Not only that, she was actually offering her a raise.

"Yes!! Thank you so much!! I'll do anything!!" Jennifer finally said with a big smile on her face.

"Good. First thing, from now on you will answer me as yes ma'am, or mistress. Understand?"

Suddenly Jennifer saw a glimpse of light at the end of this dark tunnel of confusion. She saw where this was going, and didn't like it. She was slow to answer, but in a quiet voice said "Yes ... ma'am."

"Excellent. I'm going to ask you some questions now, and I want the absolute truth from each."

"Ok."

"What?"

"I mean yes, ma'am." Jennifer said quickly, a little surprised at the stern look Brenda was giving her.

"All right. How long have you and your husband been married?"

"Ten years next month ... mistress."

"And were you a virgin when you were married?"

Jennifer swallowed slowly, but answered. "Yes, my husband is the only person I've slept with."

"From now on, we don't use the phrases slept with or make love; you say fuck, understand?"

Jennifer's heart was racing. "Yes, ma'am."

"Excellent! I knew you were a quick learner. Now, tell me about your sex life."

"Umm ... I guess it's pretty normal. We ... fuck ... every other week or so." Jennifer said, so quiet that Brenda had to clear her throat to get her to talk louder.

"Twice a month?" Brenda said in a half laugh. "You think that's normal huh? Well, how do you do it?"

"Usually with me on top."

"Do you orgasm?"

"Occasionally with him. Most of the time if I use one of my toys."

"Do you give or receive oral sex?"

"Occasionally I'll suck him when he's just showered. He likes to lick me, but I don't have him do it very often."

"Do you swallow his cum?" Brenda asked studying the flustered wife.

"Oh no!" Jennifer said with a gasp. "He asked me to, but I won't."

"Uh, huh ... Well, you're going to have to get over that." Brenda said with a sneer. "Jennifer, your duties as 'morale coordinator', will be to sexually satisfy any employee here who requests it."

Jennifer gasped. Stunned she just sat staring at her boss, whom moments ago seemed like such a nice woman. After a pause she stood up.

"No! Absolutely not! I will not become some ... office whore!" Jennifer quickly turned around and headed for the door.

Brenda replied back with her voice raised "That is your choice, young lady. But if you walk out of here you will have nothing. These videos will go to the police and you will be in jail by this time tomorrow. You can forget about your education, because once you do get out jail nobody in the healthcare system will hire you. So, what's it to be?"

Jennifer stopped with her hand on the door knob. She was trying to find a way out, an escape. After several moments though, her will broke down. She slowly turned around and faced Brenda. "Fine, you win."

Brenda smiled widely. "Good choice. You'll see Jennifer, this is going to be good for all of us."

Jennifer just nodded while staring at the carpet.

"First thing we need to do is get you looking a little better than that. I am giving you an expense account for approved clothing. From now on you are to where skirts only. You will not wear any panties of any kind, unless it is your time of the month. You may not wear a bra unless you are wearing a blouse that makes it visible. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am." Jennifer replied.

"Good. Now, I am in need of some cheering up. Remove your clothing, now."

Jennifer hesitated as her last ounce of will seemed to cling to her like a frayed rope, then snapped. Slowly and deliberately, she removed her clothing. She felt her face flush with humiliation when her bra fell to the ground and her heavy breasts were swaying in front of her. Brenda's eyes were like daggers on her skin as she bent over to remove her panties.

"Beautiful." Brenda said huskily. "Absolutely beautiful. Get on your hands and knees and crawl to me."

Jennifer dropped to her knees and began to crawl, feeling her tits sway below her.

As Jennifer crawled to her, Brenda asked "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

"No, ma'am." Came the reply.

When Jennifer reached Brenda in her chair and looked up, she was facing her boss' whose legs were spread wide. She was not wearing underwear and her pussy was on full display in front of Jennifer.

"I need to inspect you." Brenda said. "Lie on your back on the floor, spread your legs, and bring your knees to your chest."

As she was lying there in a spread eagle position, Jennifer was beginning to understand what humiliations were in store for her.

"From now on you are to keep you pussy shaved and smooth, understand?" Ordered Brenda.

"Yes mistress." Jennifer replied. She kept herself well-trimmed and shaved, except for the area at the top of her pussy where she had a small patch of hair.

Suddenly she felt cool hands rubbing her ass from below and working themselves up the crack to her hole. The sensation made her jump, but she remained still. After a few moments of petting, Brenda started massaging Jennifer's pussy, and then slid a finger in making Jennifer gasp.

"Tell me, whore." Brenda said starting to get turned on. "How big is your husband's cock?"

"I think he's average. I haven't had any experience with another one." Jennifer said breathing a little heavier.

"How long?"

"About 5 inches or so." She replied.

"5 inches?! When he's hard?" Brenda asked, slightly shocked.

"Yes, ma'am." Jennifer said, surprised at Brenda's reaction.

"Well, you're in for a surprise. That is on the small size of average I would say, and nearly none of the males here are average."

Jennifer didn't know if it was due to the talk, stimulation on her pussy, or the humiliation, but she was getting turned on. She found herself starting to rock against Brenda's hand, and then outright humping it.

"I think you're warmed up now. I figured you for a slut, and I was right." Brenda said. She quickly straddled Jennifer in a 69 position placing her glistening pussy directly above Jennifer's mouth. "You are not allowed to cum until I do, understand?"

"Yes, ma'am." Jennifer said still unbelieving that she was naked and about to lick her first pussy.

"Good girl." Said Brenda and sat Jennifer's face.

Jennifer started licking tentatively, then after getting her first taste of the sweet and musky nectar started moving her tongue in earnest, probing and trying to lick as much as she could. She figured the faster she got Brenda off, the quicker this would be over.

After a few short moments, Brenda was humping Jennifer's face with abandon. Suddenly Jennifer felt her tense and moan in a low guttural, animalistic sound as she came. Brenda gathered herself together and stood up over Jennifer, looking down on her covered in her pussy juices and still exposing herself.

Brenda bent over and said "Open your mouth, whore."

Jennifer obeyed and watched as Brenda slowly spit into her waiting mouth. She could feel the clear liquid slide down her tongue.

"What are you?" Brenda asked.

"A whore, mistress."

"Good answer. And now, we are going to test that." Brenda reached across her desk and buzzed her intercom, telling her secretary Sarah "Let them in."

Jennifer watched in horror as three men from the IT department walked into the office. They were all staring at Jennifer, with bulges beginning to grow in their pants.

"She is yours. Just no anal yet; we'll give her a week to settle in. And I want you to cum in her mouth today, she needs to get used to the taste."

All three of the men just grinned and started to get undressed. As their cocks sprang into view, Jennifer realized that Brenda had been right. Aaron was on the small side. These were all at least 6-8 inches long and were definitely thicker. However, she had very little time to think about this. Before she knew it, the first one was lying on top of her and filling her up.

"Ugh!" She gasped in surprise. She could feel herself stretch to accommodate a larger tool than she was used to. Then he was fucking her. Not the slow dance of making love that she was used to, but fucking her with little regard to her pleasure.

"Where's my cock?" He asked her.

"Ung ... In my pussy." She replied trying to catch her breath.

"And what are you?" He asked more urgently.

Jennifer paused, and heard Brenda clear her throat. "A whore, sir."

Suddenly his weight was off of her and she saw him move up to her face.

"Suck that cum out of him slut." Brenda ordered.

Jennifer resolutely put her mouth on his cock, tasting her own juices, and started sucking him. It was only a moment before she felt him explode in her mouth. At first she started to pull away, but felt his hands on the back of her head.

"Swallow it bitch!" He said.

She managed to swallow most of it, but felt some of the cum drip off her chin onto her tits. She raised a hand up to her mouth to wipe it away when she heard Brenda.

"No! Leave it there. Finish the others."

The next two she did at the same time. She took one doggy style on her hands and knees, and the other in her mouth. Suddenly, the stimulation became too much, and as the man in her mouth covered her lips and face in his cum, she had an orgasm on the other man's cock. She was moaning and rocking back onto his cock with a need she hadn't felt before. Shortly after she had cum he got up and covered her face and tits in cum while she kneeled in front of him.

"That's good for now. Thank you gentlemen." Said Brenda.

After they had left Brenda looked down at her new pet. "Do you accept your new position here?" She asked.

"Yes ... mistress. I am your whore."

"You now belong to this office, and will do whatever you are instructed by its employees. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am." Replied Jennifer, in defeat. She looked up in time to see the flash of a camera as Brenda documented her humiliation.

For the rest of this story, you need to Log In or Register