Chapter 2

We both had a hard time waking up the next morning, at first anyway. But after our showers, a cup of strong coffee and our attempts to guess what new forms of humiliation Mr. Morton has in store for me we were both wide awake. I’m nervous, but after our conversation last night I’m not as scared as I was yesterday evening when I contemplated my unavoidably dismal future. Thinking about my old masturbatory fantasies has put me in a better state of mind. I won’t go so far as to say I’m looking forward to what I’m certain is going to be a day of humiliation and sexual abuse. But I’m not dreading it as much as I had been. And knowing Perry isn’t going to throw me out really helps my state of mind.

Mr. Morton ordered me to wear my sexiest dress today. I am. Not long ago Perry took me shopping for a sexy dress to wear to a party. He has been noticing ads in the paper for a shop called Patricia’s Closet and he liked what he saw. He talked me into buying a dress that’s much sexier, much more revealing than anything I’ve ever worn before. I bought it for a party but almost didn’t have the nerve to wear it. Perry had to cajole me into putting it on and unlike me he didn’t have any reservations about me going out in public dressed that way.

That was almost six months ago. I haven’t worn it again since. I can’t stop blushing when I think of what it’s going to be like to wear this around the office. I like the dress and I can’t help but feel sexy in it. But damn! The dress and my shoes are all I’m wearing and what little there is of the thin, silky material is very nearly see-through.

When Perry saw me enter the kitchen this morning his eyes grew as large as silver dollars. He moaned and asked, “Do you think going to work in that is the smart thing to do? I mean, I love it. You know that. But...?”

I shrugged and replied, “Mr. Morton ordered me to wear my sexiest dress. I don’t dare disobey him. He didn’t go through my closet and he doesn’t know about this dress but on the off chance he’ll find out later I don’t dare disobey him. He doesn’t need an excuse to make me do nasty things. Even so, I don’t want to give him one. He’s a much bigger pervert than we are and he’d get a big kick out of making me do something nasty and making it look like it’s my fault for disobeying his order. And what the hell, if he ordered me to I’d have to work naked and he wouldn’t even need an excuse. After yesterday I have a pretty good idea how his mind works. My life is going to be a living hell until he decides he’s getting bored with tormenting me.

“I can only hope that when that time finally comes he won’t have destroyed me and I’ll be able get the hell out of there and find an honest job.”

We were quiet after that. We sat there drinking our coffee in silence until it was time to leave for our respective offices. For that entire time Perry stared at my nipples through my translucent dress. It bothered me at first but strangely, after a short time, it began to turn me on. And then I started imagining what it’s going to be like walking around dressed like this at the office. I expect the guys are all going to love it and I’m going to piss off a lot of women. But there’s nothing I can do about it and I think I remember Mr. Morton telling me yesterday he was going to take me shopping for a new wardrobe of “slut clothes.”

I’ll be surprised if after that shopping trip this dress doesn’t seem modest by comparison to everything he selects for me to wear to work.

When we couldn’t put it off for another minute we got up, rinsed out our cups and the coffee pot and went out to the garage. Twenty minutes later I was parking in the company’s fenced in lot beside the four-story office building Mr. Morton owns. I no longer have the company’s parking sticker on my windshield so I had to stop and explain to the guard that I had just been hired back and haven’t processed back in through the Personnel Office yet. Today is my first day back. He struggled to write my name down on his clipboard. It must have been difficult to do while staring openly at my tits.

I parked and sat in my car for a minute or two trying to decide if I should report to Mr. Morton or go to Personnel first. But then I remembered he told me to report to him when I come in. Now I just have to find the nerve to get out of my car in my see-through dress and join the large mob of people streaming through the side doors.

No one seemed to notice my dress at first. It wasn’t until I found myself walking beside an acquaintance from my previous period of employment here that someone looked at me, did a double take and then he stared openly with eyes nearly as big as Perry’s had been this morning. He gaped at me for a minute or two in the slow-moving herd of people slowly approaching the two entry doors before he finally said, “Hey, Tam! I didn’t expect to be seeing you around here again! I heard you got laid off!”

I wasn’t certain how to respond to that given the embarrassing circumstances. I decided I’m going to be living a life of humiliation for the foreseeable future. I may as well give up any thoughts of gilding the lily. I shrugged and replied, “No, Todd. I wasn’t laid off. I did something stupid and got fired. Mr. Morton decided to hire me back and give me another chance.”

“Well, it’s nice to have you back. Some of us missed you. But aren’t you taking quite a chance wearing that dress? Don’t misunderstand. I’m a guy. I love it. But if you have a female supervisor you could catch hell showing up looking like that.”

“I didn’t have any choice. Mr. Morton ordered me to wear my sexiest dress today.”

After a long pause he asked, “Are you going back to the same section you were in before?”

“No. I don’t know yet where I’ll be working but he already told me I won’t be working in the same office.”

I can almost read Todd’s mind. He seems to have the same concept of what my new job is going to entail as Perry and I do. Our conversation ended a moment later when we squeezed through the door. As we separated and headed in different directions he said, “See you around. If you need anything you know where to find me.”

I smiled and waved. Then I followed the part of the herd heading for the bank of elevators. Fortunately, it’s only a four-story building and a lot of people peeled off and took the stairs. But it still took me around fifteen or twenty minutes to be able to crowd into a car. I might have taken the stairs but for two things. This dress is much too short to have people following me up a set of stairs and I’m wearing my highest heels. It’s hard enough just walking in the damn things on a level floor.

The elevator door had only just closed before I felt a hand on my ass. I wasn’t even surprised. I didn’t bother to turn around to see who’s groping me. When a woman dresses the way I’m dressed this morning I guess that sort of thing is to be expected. I don’t doubt I’ll be getting groped a lot from now on. I’m reasonably certain it’s going to be a part of my new job. Mr. Morton made it pretty clear I’m now the company slut. And after all, what can you expect when your job title is cunt?

The ‘gentleman’ groping me got off the elevator on the third floor. He smiled at me as he squeezed around me. He’s another man I know. Tucker Carson, the supervisor of the Personnel Office. I don’t doubt I’ll be seeing him again very shortly. I wonder how much Mr. Morton has told him about my new status. Judging by the way he was brazenly exploring my ass on the way up in the elevator I suspect Mr. Morton probably bragged to him about the wonderful day he spent raping me yesterday.

I entered Mr. Morton’s outer office. His receptionist looked up with a smile on her face until she saw me. Her smile immediately became a frown of disapproval, and that was before she had enough time to realize I’m nearly naked. She didn’t even try to hide her disapproval when she said, “Mrs. Munro, Mr. Morton is expecting you. Just a moment, I’ll let him know you’re here.”

She called Mr. Morton on the intercom and told him I’m here. A moment later she said, “Yes, sir.” Then she hung up and said, “He’ll be with you in a moment. Please have a seat.”

I sat down and waited patiently. I’m in no hurry to be alone in a room with the bastard. It was probably only ten or fifteen minutes before the intercom buzzed. The receptionist answered it and after a short conversation she scowled at me and told me to go into his office.

I opened his door and went in. I was a bit surprised to find he isn’t alone but I guess it doesn’t matter. I approached the side of his desk. Mr. Morton is leaning back in his expensive-looking leather office chair. He scanned my all too visible body for a long minute or two before he smiled and said, “I’m impressed. Even better than I expected. Do you have more like that?”

“No, sir. My husband and I bought this for a party this spring. I wanted to chicken out at the last minute but Perry talked me into wearing it. I only wore it that one evening. It’s been in the back of my closet ever since.”

“Where did you get it?”

“A place called Patricia’s Closet on Spruill.”

“We’re going to have to check them out. That’s exactly how I want you to dress from now on. Now take it off.”

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Another man I don’t know is about to see me naked and probably have sex with me in one form or another. As I stood there and unbuttoned my dress I reminded myself that if one of them fucks me my job is to clean them with my mouth after they finish or I’ll be punished. I pulled my dress off and stood there holding it to my side so that the men have an unobstructed view of my naked body.

After a moment or two Mr. Morton said to the man sitting on the other side of his desk, “What do you think, Frank?”

Frank smiled and said, “I think you were right, Rick. She certainly looks like prime pussy to me.”

“Yes, she is. And she’s a three-holer, too. We took care of that yesterday. Want to take her for a spin?”

“Damn straight I do. I don’t think I’ve had a chance to play with a broad that hot in at least twenty years. And you say she’s only twenty-one! Unfortunately, I’m going to have to settle for a blowjob this time. I’m in a hurry. I have a meeting with an important client. And I don’t want to mess up my suit or go through the hassle of getting all undressed. But I’m already looking forward to the next time. I don’t doubt I’ll feel ten years younger after fucking that hot young thing.”

“Help yourself. Just tell the cunt what you want. You can do her right where your sitting or take over in the corner if you’d be more comfortable there.”

Frank stood up, came closer and walked around me running his hands all over my body and telling me what a hot cunt I am and obviously being as offensive as possible. When he had made a complete circle around me he said, “Come on. Let’s go over in the corner and I’ll get comfortable so you can suck me off. Damn! I wish I’d known you were going to be on the menu before I set up that appointment this morning!”

Frank is a tall, slender man who I’d guess is between fifty and sixty years old. I’m not very good at estimating the ages of people over forty. They all start looking a lot alike. I followed him across the room to the corner seats. He turned to face me and I watched as he unfastened his belt and his pants. He pulled them down to his knees, baring an erect cock of perfectly average dimensions.

He took a seat and said, “Kneel on the chair beside me so I’ll have something to do with my hand while you’re sucking my cock.”

I glanced over at Mr. Morton while I was getting in position on the chair beside Frank. I wonder if Frank is aware that Mr. Morton has a small video camera on his desk and he’s recording everything we’re doing. The strange reaction, though, is my own. I’m just not upset about the camera. After the discussion I had with Perry last night I’m secretly pleased because I don’t doubt I’ll end up with a copy of the disk and I know my husband will get a kick out of it.

I kept a straight face. I wouldn’t want Mr. Morton to know I’m not upset about the recording. I bent down over Frank’s lap and after teasing his cock and balls with my tongue for a minute I took his six-inch cock into my mouth and began to suck it with as much gusto as I could muster. I’m not doing it so much to please Frank as to satisfy Mr. Morton. Keeping him happy can only make things easier for me ... I hope.

I had been sucking Frank’s cock for about five minutes when I felt hands on my ass. Mr. Morton was altering my position slightly. As soon as he had me where he wanted me he pulled out his much larger cock and slammed it into me so violently it almost drove Frank’s cock down my throat! I guess Frank got a kick out of it. He exclaimed, “Damn, Rick! You almost drove her mouth all the way down on my cock! Do that again. We just might be able to teach the cunt to deepthroat!”

I suspect that might have been the result Mr. Morton had in mind. He began to fuck me with those same violent strokes and they quickly had the desired effect. I gagged a little at first but I’m not strong enough to protect myself from that violent fuck. Frank’s cock began to enter my throat on every downstroke but once I stopped trying to fight them it just wasn’t that bad. Of course, Frank’s cock is slender and no more than six- and one-half inches long at the very most. I guess it’s a good size for a training cock if you’re trying to learn how to deepthroat ... or if your new owner is teaching you how whether you want to learn or not. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do this with Mr. Morton’s cock or my husband’s.

Frank’s cock erupted in my mouth and throat after no more than half a dozen violent thrusts by Mr. Morton. I tried to straighten up but Frank held my head in a tight grip with his cock going soft in my mouth. Once he lost his erection the head of it was no longer in my throat. I could breathe more freely and I took a moment to analyze what I had just done. I decided it wasn’t so bad but I wouldn’t want to try it with Mr. Morton’s cock.

Mr. Morton fucked me for several more minutes before he climaxed. As soon as he pulled his cock out of me I dropped to my knees in front of him and thoroughly cleaned his nasty cock and balls with my mouth until he backed up a couple of steps, grinned down at me and said, “I wonder if you could take my cock down your throat.”

I didn’t bother to respond. He wasn’t asking my opinion. I don’t doubt he knows what I think.

He helped me to my feet and pulled me over to his desk. While Frank was standing up and putting his clothes back in order Mr. Morton handed me a few tissues from the dispenser on his desk and said, “Clean yourself up. Don’t put them in my wastebasket. I wouldn’t want the cleanup crew to find them.

I wiped my pussy with the tissues. It wasn’t that big a mess. I guess Mr. Morton is still pretty well drained after spending all day yesterday at my house raping me. I wadded the tissues up and held them in my hand. I didn’t know what else to do with them. That problem was solved when he said, “Put them in your mouth. Chew them up and swallow them. You’re going to be eating a lot of cum for the foreseeable future. You may as well get used to it.”

As I’ve mentioned several times in the last couple of days, I’ve gotten used to the bitter taste of cum. Eating a mouthful of it is no big deal. But looking down at the slime filled tissues in my hand makes me feel like gagging even more than a couple of minutes ago when the head of Frank’s cock began exploring the opening to my throat. However, nothing about my status has changed. Mr. Morton still owns me. I have no choices to make since I accepted that fact yesterday morning and agreed to become his “cunt.” I say agreed. The truth is I had no other options available to me. I still don’t.

So, I crammed the slime filled tissues into my mouth and began to chew. I kept it up until the mess in my mouth was reduced to nothing more than a bitter paste and I choked it down while Mr. Morton and Frank stood there watching me with huge smiles on their faces.

Mr. Morton watched me for another minute or two, I assume to make certain I wasn’t going to vomit. Then he said, “Okay, cunt, put your dress back on.”

They watched me get dressed as though I were putting on quite a show even though they both just spent nearly half an hour with me naked and had sex with me. Is it still rape if I’m doing it against my will but I agreed to take the job of cunt only because I had no reasonable alternative available to me?

After I buttoned the buttons down the front of my dress Mr. Morton said to Frank, “That was fun. I’ll give you a call once things settle down around here and we’ll use the cunt again. Or if you’d prefer I could have her come over to the house and we could invite some of the guys over. She has a nice, tight cunt and you’ll really love that ass.”

Frank replied, “I’m looking forward to it. I’ve never fucked a broad’s ass before. I’m curious. And I enjoyed the hell out of this but I really like the sound of your alternative. I know the guys would love a piece of that.”

“I’ll call you as soon as we get her schedule and her duties figured out.”

Frank left and Mr. Morton ordered me to follow him. On the way out he told his receptionist he’d be gone for about half an hour and that if anything urgent comes up she can reach him on his cell.”

We went down one floor and down the hallway to another office. When we entered the man behind the desk, Terry, one of the other two men who spent all day yesterday raping me, stood up with a big smile on his face and greeted Mr. Morton. They spoke for a few minutes before Mr. Morton asked him, “You remember what I told you?”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“Okay, she’s all yours.”

Mr. Morton turned and left the room leaving me alone with Terry. I still don’t know what he does. There’s no sign of what his job is on his office door but Mr. Morton seems to think highly of him.

As soon as Mr. Morton left, Terry ordered me to lock his door and strip. I guess I’m not surprised but after all the time he spent raping me yesterday you wouldn’t think I’d be this embarrassed anymore. I am though. I turned around, locked the door and it may have taken me two whole minutes to get my little nothing of a dress off. As brief as my little striptease was it was he obviously enjoyed watching me stand in the middle of his office and remove my dress. I draped my dress over the back of a nearby chair and waited for his next command.

Grinning from ear to ear he went back behind his desk, removed his slacks and his jockey shorts, sat down in his chair and said, “I guess you know what to do now.”

It’s no big deal. I sucked his cock so many times yesterday that a big black cock isn’t even a novelty anymore. I even have to confess that the idea of being taken by a black man still excites me. Not being made love to. Being taken and used and abused. Being humiliated, degraded and demeaned. And as I discovered yesterday, the concept is even more exciting if it takes place with an audience.

I started toward him but I noticed some of the chairs along the wall have cushions. I grabbed a cushion, dropped it at his feet and eased down onto my to my knees. I reached out, wrapped my hand around the base of his large, black cock and thought about all the times he raped me with it yesterday. He’s a dirty minded son of a bitch. He enjoyed humiliating me as much as he did raping me. I despise him. But I also remember how much I enjoyed it when he fucked my pussy with that thing.

I’m embarrassed to admit how excited I got just from thinking about that black cock thrusting into my pussy. My reaction isn’t because I’m prejudiced. I’m not. It all goes back to my fantasies of being dominated and used. It was always all the more erotic when I pictured a black man using me ... using me much the way Mr. Morton, Don and Terry used and abused me yesterday. I don’t doubt that of the three of them Mr. Morton has the dirtiest mind. I can’t be certain but I’m almost positive taking me to the bathroom and pissing all over me, even forcing me to swallow some of it, was Mr. Morton’s idea.

I didn’t like it as much when Terry fucked my ass. It hurt like hell. But even then, the idea that there was a black cock raping my ass excited me. If it were up to me I would never have been fucked in the ass. By never I mean never in my life. And if I did have to submit to that indignity I’d prefer a much smaller cock. Even through the pain, though, I remember how it turned me on that I was being raped by a black man. That being said, I hope very much that it never happens again. Unfortunately, I’m reasonably certain that’s a wish which won’t be coming true given the circumstances of my current employment. There aren’t very many African Americans working here. Only three I know of; Terry and the two custodians. I’ll be very surprised if I don’t end up fucking all three of them from time to time.

I leaned down and began sucking his cock, or at least the top half of it. While I did that he began to play with my breasts. Just like yesterday he was a little too rough for it to be stimulating. On the other hand, that abuse kind of fits right in with the experience of being raped by a black man. I hate what these men are doing to me at the office now. But at the same time, I’m constantly aware of how much like my fantasies my life has become. If I could put a stop to this I would in a heartbeat. But at the same time my fantasies are floating around in the back of my head making it all more than bearable. And I haven’t forgotten how excited Perry was when he watched the first of the DVDs from my day of rape yesterday. We share some pretty kinky fantasies. I guess I’ll adjust to my new reality eventually. It has to make things easier to know the things I’m doing turn my husband on.

I’ve gotten so wrapped up thinking about my future I was surprised when my mouth started filling with another load of hot cum generated by Terry’s oversized testicles. I remained in place for several more minutes letting the last of his semen drain into my mouth. He finally pushed me away and ordered me to put my dress back on.

While I was getting dressed he pulled his pants up and made himself presentable. As soon as I finished buttoning my dress he moved closer and unbuttoned a couple of buttons at the top and another couple of buttons at the bottom. I was already just about overexposed. Now I’m showing a lot of uncovered cleavage. My nipples are less than an inch from popping out to look around.

It’s those two buttons on the bottom that have me more concerned, though. This dress is so short my pussy and the bottoms of my ass cheeks are almost exposed when I’m just standing still. When I walk I have to be careful to take very short steps or I end up showing enough of me to get me arrested. I have a feeling a lot of people are going to see a lot more of me than my husband intended when he talked me into getting this dress.

Terry stepped back and ordered me to walk around in a circle for a few minutes while he watched with a huge smile on his face. I only glanced down once and I regretted it. I was in mid-step and I could only groan when I looked down and had no trouble seeing my pussy.

Terry chuckled and said, “If we don’t get around to it before you go home today I want you to shave off that little triangle of hair over your cunt this evening. It doesn’t obstruct my view but for some reason I’ve always thought a hairless cunt made a woman look younger and more innocent. I like that.”

“Yes, sir.”

He turned and started walking toward his office door and said, “Come on. Keep up.”

I avoided looking down again. I’m already embarrassed enough. I intended to follow him closely for the cover he would provide but as soon as we were out in the hallway he said, “Go to the elevators. I’ll follow you.”

I could almost feel his eyes watching the cheeks in my ass peeking out as I walk. But far more embarrassing were the shocked looks on the faces of the women I passed in the hallway. The men had a different reaction, of course. The ones who managed to catch a glimpse of my pussy grinned from ear to ear. I don’t doubt that grin is going to last until they get home this evening. As will the frowns on the faces of the women I’m shocking.

We took the elevator down to the first floor and Terry ordered me to lead the way to Personnel. We entered Personnel and went up to the counter. A woman I don’t know came to the counter and Terry said, “Mr. Carson is expecting us.”

Before she could respond Mr. Carson came out of the back. He waved us back and we went to his office. I was holding my breath as we crossed the room followed by a trail of absolute silence. There are half a dozen women working in that office and they all gaped at me in disbelief as I led the way to Mr. Carson’s office.

We entered and I wasn’t even surprised when he closed his office door behind us and locked it. I’m pretty sure I know what’s going to happen next.

Terry ordered me to take my dress off and then he said to Mr. Carson, “She has a fantastic pussy and the hottest ass I’ve ever fucked but I’m afraid you’re going to have to settle for a blowjob today. Mr. Morton wants her to be kept clean. Unless something comes up, though, you should be able to fuck the shit out of her tomorrow.”

Mr. Carson grinned and replied, “Not a problem, Terry. My frigid wife won’t suck a cock. I haven’t had a blowjob in more than ten years. Given a choice I’d have opted for that anyway. I can’t wait to see if they’re as exciting as I remember.”

Terry smirked at me and replied, “The cunt got a lot of practice sucking cocks yesterday. The three of us spent all fucking day at her house plugging every hole she’s got. She was already a pretty good cocksucker at the beginning of the day but by the time we left her house yesterday evening she was good enough she could make a living at it.”

It didn’t take me two minutes to unbutton the remaining buttons on my dress and shrug it off. I stood there holding it in one hand while both men examined my naked body for several minutes before Mr. Carson exclaimed, “Jesus, Terry! She’s got to be the hottest women I’ve ever seen!”

Terry chuckled and said, “You think she looks hot now. You should see her with a big black cock in her mouth. Now that’s hot!”

Mr. Carson came closer and walked around me very slowly examining every part of me with his hands. When he had made a complete circle he stopped and said, “And now the bitch is the company cum dump?! How the hell did that happen?!”

“Don’t you know why she was fired?”

Mr. Carson shook his head and said, “No. When Mr. Morton called me he just said it was for cause. I didn’t really care so I didn’t ask.”

“Over a period of several months she ripped the company off for just under a thousand dollars. Mr. Morton had to have an audit done and that cost him twenty-five thousand. Now she has two options. She can go to prison for grand larceny or she can serve as the company punch block. She opted for punch block.

“Mr. Morton, Don from Accounting and I spent all day at her house yesterday doing every nasty thing we could think of to her. She’s broken in now. Hell! We even used the cunt for a fucking urinal before we left just before her husband came home. Sit down and get comfortable, Tucker. You can get one of her primo blowjobs today and then you can spend the night deciding which hole you want to explore next.

“After you fuck her face have her fill out the paperwork and get her back on the rolls. Mr. Morton explained what he wants you do, right?”

“Yes. I didn’t understand what was going on, though. Thanks for explaining.”

“My pleasure. I’m going to leave you two alone now. When you’re finished with her send her back up to my office. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Looking forward to it. And thanks. I’m really going to enjoy this.”

As soon as Terry left, Mr. Carson pulled his pants and underwear down and sat in his chair grinning at me. I didn’t wait for the command. I know what I have to do. I dropped to my knees beside his chair. He lifted his armrest out of the way and stared at me. I took a moment to see what I have to work with. His hard, throbbing cock is about average. I estimate it’s about seven inches long and maybe two inches in diameter.

He gasped when I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I have a feeling this isn’t going to take very long at all. I leaned down and spent a minute or two lapping up the thick coat of lube which has probably been oozing out of his cock since I entered his office. Then I pursed my lips against the tip of his cock and began sliding my lips and my tongue down his shaft. I hadn’t gotten any farther than the groove below the head of his cock when he groaned and said, “Wait! Stop! Give me a minute! Fuck that feels good!!”

I found myself feeling a little sorry for him. His wife must be a frigid bitch. I smiled at him and said, “How about if I go ahead and take the pressure off and then I can give you a nice slow blowjob?”

“Do you mind?”

I shrugged and said, “Apparently that’s my job now. But no. I don’t mind. It took me a while to get used to the taste of cum but once I did I discovered sucking a nice cock is an exciting way to spend some time.”