Chapter 4

We both had a hell of a time getting up and getting ready for work the next morning. We really wore ourselves out last night. I noticed that after yesterday I’m not even nervous about going to work today. Not even after getting dressed in the even more revealing dress I was ordered to wear. And for some reason I’m not as nervous about going to work dressed like a cunt as I was yesterday. Of course, that may change when I get out of my car in the office parking lot in this super slutty but very beautiful dress.

We went downstairs for our usual breakfast of coffee. Perry watched me walking around the kitchen for a moment before he exclaimed, “Fuck! You look so god damn hot in that thing! It’s taking all my willpower to keep from taking it off of you and picking back up where we left off last night. Are you nervous?”

“A little. But not as much as I was yesterday. I guess I really am changing. I’m actually looking forward to going to work. I still wish I wasn’t shocking so many of the women I work with but I can’t blame them. Before I dressed this way I would have been shocked and offended if I’d seen a woman walking around dressed like this.”

I became a little more nervous when I sat down at the table and looked down. My tiny little dress left my entire crotch exposed! Not just a glimpse, it looks like I’m just wearing a blouse!

We finished our coffee, rinsed out our cups and Perry took me in his arms. After a long, romantic kiss he said, “I hope you have an exciting day and enjoy yourself. But remember, if it gets to be too much we’ll find a way out of this mess.

“But damn you look hot!! I wonder if Morton has any job openings. My office doesn’t have a cunt. Maybe I should suggest it.”

I chuckled and said, “Asshole!”

He patted me on the butt and we went out to the garage and kissed goodbye. All the way to the office, though I tried very hard to avoid thinking about it, I imagined what terrible and exciting things I’m going to experience. Yesterday wasn’t so bad. It was only half a day and I heard several men being told they couldn’t fuck me because I had to be kept clean for Laura. I don’t expect there will be any restrictions today.

I parked in the company lot and spent a couple of minutes forcing myself to calm down before joining the large group of people entering the building. I took a few deep breaths and was relatively calm but that only lasted until I opened my car door to find Terry waiting for me. He smiled when he looked down at my exposed crotch. He watched with a leer on his face as I spread my legs apart in order to get out of the car. After I got out and closed my door he asked, “Did you have fun yesterday?”

The honest answer to that question is yes. But I know him well enough to know he’d prefer to hear that I hated it. I shrugged and replied, “It wasn’t so bad ... I guess.”

“Well, today is going to be a lot more fun. We’ve got you for the entire day and we don’t have to worry about offending Mrs. Morton. I’m looking forward to teaching you a new trick today. You’re going to hate it but I’ve had a hard-on all morning just thinking about it. Remember what I said on Monday after we all covered you in piss?”

I shuddered in disgust because I haven’t been able to get that threat out of my mind.

It must be obvious I know what he’s referring to. He chuckled at my evident distress and said, “Today’s the day. I’ll be surprised if at least twenty guys don’t fuck you today. I’m going to. And while I’m fucking your hot ass I’m going to be thinking about pissing right down your throat. You’re going to have a much harder day than you had yesterday, cunt.”

He reached down, lifted what little there is of my skirt, enjoyed the view of my exposed pussy and happily shared that view with more than a few men passing by behind him on the way into the office.

It seemed like we stood there like that for a very long time before he finally released my skirt and joined the people filing into the building. I want desperately to get back in my car and go home. I stood there without a thought in my head for several minutes before I closed my car door and headed inside while trying desperately not to imagine what it must be like for a man to piss in my mouth.

I didn’t get groped nearly as much as I thought I would but my new dress definitely attracted a lot of attention, from both sexes. Most of the women were of course offended and shocked. But surprisingly, more than a few seemed amused. Mr. Morton’s receptionist looked up, shook her head and said, “Go in. He’s waiting for you.”

As I walked by her desk I heard her mumble, “It’s easy to see why.”

Mr. Morton isn’t alone. That didn’t surprise me. Terry is waiting with him. They looked up and leered at me when I entered. It’s obvious they both approve of Laura’s taste in clothing. Mr. Morton called me over to his desk and handed me a list of five of the people who work here and their office numbers. He said, “I know you don’t have a lot of control over what happens to you but I want you to try to get through this list by lunch time. Now, take that dress off so you don’t spill anything on it before you have to start making your visits to your fellow workers.” It took almost no time to take my dress off. Mr. Morton took it from my hand, placed it on his desk and pulled his cock out. I dropped to my knees and sucked his cock. While I was doing that, Terry leaned against the desk almost touching me and said, “Mr. Morton and I have been talking about your training. We think we’ve come up with a way to make it a little easier on you. I’m pretty sure you haven’t forgotten one of the tasks which is going to be a part of your job. We’ve decided the least messy way to break you in to that part of your job is not to try pissing in your mouth until you are able to handle it. Instead of forcing you to try to swallow an entire bladder full of piss right away we’ve decided to start you off every morning with a couple of cups of fresh, warm piss. We have two cups waiting for you as soon as you finish sucking us off.”

I tried to pull my mouth off Mr. Morton’s cock and try to reason with them but Mr. Morton grabbed the sides of my head in his hands and growled, “Keep sucking, cunt. Whatever it is you think you have to say we don’t want to hear it. We warned you this was coming. Just be grateful we’re starting you off easy. I was actually in favor of making you suck down a couple of bladders full right from the spigot every morning until you can drink it like a pro. But Terry convinced me that method could get pretty messy until you get used to it. Now, your breakfast is almost ready. Put some heart into sucking me off. I’m getting close.”

He filled my mouth with cum a minute or two later and Terry was standing right there with his cock out as soon as I swallowed. While I sucked his big, black cock Terry was regaling Mr. Morton with tales of the first girl he broke to drinking piss. He’s obviously very proud of himself and it’s also obvious how much the subject turns the fucking pervert on. I’m pretty sure he didn’t last ten minutes before he filled my mouth with a second load of hot cum, the second of what I’m reasonably certain will be a very large number by the end of this awful day.

After I swallowed his cum he stepped back, put his clothing back in order and pointed to two glasses sitting on the far corner of Mr. Morton’s desk. He sneered at me and said, “We filled those just before you came in. You aren’t leaving this office until those glasses are empty. And I’m warning you, if you puke you’ll lap that up, too, just as soon as I finish taking my belt to your ass. Well? What are you waiting for?! Dumb fucking cunt. Get over there. Breakfast is served.”

Mr. Morton is sitting in his chair grinning like crazy. As I went around to the other side of his desk he said, “I’m curious. Take a couple of sips from both glasses. Tell me if there’s any difference in the taste.”

I stood there for a long moment staring at the two glasses. I know I have to do what they tell me but I’m not certain that I can make myself actually pick up those glasses full of warm piss and drink out of them. I’m even less certain I can do it without throwing up. I decided that maybe I could when off to my side I saw Terry pulling his belt out of the loops holding around his waist. I know I’m going to have to try. I shuddered violently, groaned and lifted one of the glasses to my lips. The smell of piss was overwhelming and I felt my stomach turn as I took a small sip. I was more than a little surprised that although the foul smell is turning my stomach the taste, though not at all pleasant, is mild. Mild enough that I’m beginning to think there’s at least a possibility I can do this.

I picked up the second glass and this time I had the presence of mind to hold my breath. I lifted the glass to my lips and took a sip. I took a moment to evaluate what I just did and said to Mr. Morton, “They taste about the same. I think the second glass has a slightly stronger, slightly more bitter taste. Please, sir. I ... I don’t think I can do this. Please, I’m doing everything you and all these other people tell me. But this ... this isn’t right. This is sick.”

He grinned and said, “Yeah, it’s sick. Real nasty. I sure as hell couldn’t do it. Now start drinking. You’ve got a lot of people to satisfy today and they’re all waiting for you in their offices.”

I don’t know how long it took me. But with tears running down my cheeks I took several sips from the first glass, each a little larger than the last until the glass was half empty. It began to seem like this was going to last forever. But since I hadn’t thrown up yet I decided I had to get this ordeal over with. I gulped down the foul liquid until the glass was empty and set it down on the desk. I let my stomach calm down for a minute while I stared at the second glass. After a glance at Mr. Morton to see if he wouldn’t settle for that I picked up the second glass and gulped it down as rapidly as possible. When it was empty we all seemed to be standing there waiting to see if I was going to keep it down for several minutes before Terry pulled me into Mr. Morton’s bathroom, pointed out a toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash and said, “Those are for you. Use them. Put them in the medicine cabinet for future use. Wash your face and come back out and get dressed. I’m warning you now, if I hear you puke I’m taking a belt to your ass. Now get a move on. there are cocks waiting for you all over the building.”

It was an incredible relief to get that foul taste out of my mouth. My stomach is still queasy but I feel more relaxed leaving the bathroom knowing what I’m sure was the worst part of my day is over.

They watched me get dressed and Mr. Morton handed me the list he’d shown me earlier with the names and room numbers of the five people to whom I’ll be giving myself for the rest of the morning. There’s one woman on the list and four men. I doubt if I can satisfy that many people in one morning even though all their offices are concentrated in two areas. But that isn’t my problem. I don’t know any of the people on the list but I think that’s a plus. Well, I know one. I know Connie, but not well. We aren’t friends or anything. We don’t like each other. Most of the people I had sex with yesterday were people I knew from when I worked here before I was fired. It seemed to me to be even more embarrassing yesterday because I was doing these things for friends and acquaintances with a couple of exceptions.

I left Mr. Morton’s office headed for the office of the first person on the list. I was stopped on the way out by the receptionist. As I was walking past her desk she said, “I had a very interesting conversation with Helen yesterday afternoon. When I first came to work here I was her secretary. We became very good friends. She explained your situation to me. It really turned me on. And then she told me about the time you spent in her office yesterday morning, your first sexual experience with another woman. She said you’re pretty good. When I began to suspect what was going on with you I thought about asking Mr. Morton if I could spend some time with you. Now I’m really looking forward to it. I’ve never had another woman eat my pussy. I’ve never had any desire to. But the idea of having a woman who is a sex slave eat my pussy against her will ... that turns me the fuck on. As soon as Mr. Hicks leaves the office I’m going to have a talk with Mr. Morton.”

I smiled and said, “I don’t have a problem with that. I learned yesterday that I enjoy having sex with women. I should warn you, though. Mr. Morton likes to record me doing the things I do to amuse him. I wouldn’t let that stop you, though. My husband and I have already watched my first two DVDs and we’re really enjoying them. They’ve really spiced up our sex life.”

She gasped and whispered, “Are you serious?!”

“Cross my heart.”

“Oh my god!”

“You can talk to him. Maybe he’d give you a pass on the recording. Or, maybe he’d just tell you he will and record it anyway. How do you think you’d like to join me as one of his sex slaves?”

I finally left for my first ... I’m not even sure what to call them. Appointment? Or maybe service appointments describe them better. I’ve never liked the word tryst. I kept an eye on Mr. Morton’s receptionist as I crossed the room. I couldn’t tell if she’s shocked or if she’s extremely turned on by the thought of joining me as a sex slave for Mr. Morton and just about everyone who works for him.

I took the elevator down to the second floor and went to room 207 to offer my services to Mr. Foster, one of the people on the list I’ve never met before.

I knocked on his open door and asked, “Mr. Foster?”

He smiled and said, “Please, call me Tony.” He invited me in. His eyes scanned my body with obvious appreciation. I took the time to decide what I think of him. I’d guess he’s in his late twenties. He’s pretty good looking. He isn’t buff or anything but he’s slender and has a good body. He smiled and asked me to close the door. I closed it and locked it. Then I stood in front of his desk while he looked me over thoughtfully.

He finally spoke. “I’m pleasantly surprised. You’re extremely attractive. Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions?”

“Not at all. I don’t have much pride left.”

“Terry told me how you ended up in this situation and told me far too much of what the three of them did to you on Monday. The pervert is far too proud of himself. I can’t help wondering. I’ve never met a sex slave before. How do you feel about this situation?”

A lot of people seem to have that question. Maybe I could save some time and type up the answers to the questions everyone but Terry and Mr. Morton seem to have. Those two guys couldn’t care less about how I feel or how the things they’re making me do are affecting me. Just the opposite. The more the things they make me do upset me the more it excites them.

I gave him a brief description of my reaction to the things I did Monday and Tuesday and explained that much to the surprise of me and my husband the things I’m being made to do have really spiced up our marriage. There are exceptions but for the most part I’m really enjoying being a sex slave. Even the humiliation I’m experiencing is turning me on.

“I’m happy to hear that. I love sex as much as any guy, especially any single guy. But I’m not into all that kinky shit that seems to turn Terry on. And I have no desire to make your life any more difficult than it already is. I have one more question. Please take your dress off. While you’re doing that perhaps you might tell me how you feel about performing oral sex, especially for a man you’ve just met.”

While I took about twenty seconds to remove my sexy little dress I said, “I wasn’t all that fond of oral sex at first. I thought it was a sexy thing to do but the taste of semen is ... well, it’s an acquired taste. Even so, I loved doing it for my husband and did it often without even having to be asked. Much to my surprise, after ... I don’t know, maybe a dozen time I got to where I really didn’t have a problem with it. It’s still bitter. I wish it had a better taste. But the important thing is how exciting it is and how much my husband loves it. And now it isn’t just my husband and I know it’s wrong but even with all the other guys sucking their cocks turns me on. And what the hell, hearing about it later and watching the DVDs Mr. Morton, Terry and Don made of the things they did to me on Monday turn my husband and I both on.

“I know, hard to believe. It doesn’t make any sense. Maybe it will make more sense if I explain that my early fantasies when I first began to masturbate involved being treated the way I am now. It isn’t all peaches and cream. Mr. Morton and Terry are making me ... I think it’s best I don’t go into that except to say that they’re making me do something disgusting. If I could put a stop to that I would. But except for that I have a very exciting new career.”

He just looked at me for several minutes before he said, “I don’t have a girl friend at the moment. And I’ve never been in a relationship with a girl who has such an open mind about blowjobs. If you don’t mind I would really like to find out what it’s like to get sucked off by a beautiful young woman who actually enjoys doing it.”

I smiled and said, “It doesn’t matter if I mind or not. Did they tell you my job title now?”

He shook his head.

“I’m officially the office cunt. I have no options. I can’t say no. But having said that, I must say I find you exceptionally attractive and personable. You seem like a very nice person and I have no doubt I’m going to enjoy this nearly as much as you hopefully will.”

I started around his desk but he stood up and said, “Over there in the corner. There’s a cushion you can kneel on. We wouldn’t want you skinning your knees.”

“You’re very considerate. I’m not used to that. I’m really going to make this a life changing experience for you.”

He chuckled and replied, “You already are. I love your attitude.”

As we crossed the room I said, “Just keep in mind that you can’t judge other young women by the things I’ve said. I found sucking a nice hard cock to be exciting right from the very first time I did it. But I didn’t get good at it and I didn’t get used to the taste of semen until I’d been married for several months. And don’t go woman shopping with the idea you just need to find a girl who enjoys sucking cocks. You’ll have to be patient. It’s an acquired taste.”

We stopped in front of a comfortable looking chair. He took a cushion from a nearby chair and dropped it on the floor. Then he looked a little embarrassed as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them, sat down said, “You really are special.”

I shook my head and replied, “No, sir. I’m not special. I’m just different. And what the hell are you blushing for?! You have a very nice cock.”

He laughed and said, “Maybe because I’m not in the habit of pulling it out so that a woman I’ve just met and, incidentally, have a very high opinion of, can provide me with what I have no doubt is going to be the best oral sex I’ve ever had.”

“I’m certainly going to try.”

I dropped to my knees between his legs, reached out and caressed his upper thighs for a moment before I began teasing his nice hard cock lightly with my fingertips. He slowly started to relax as I caressed him. After about thirty seconds he murmured, “Oh my god! You’re very, very good at that! I’m really starting to wish you were single!”

I laughed and said, “Maybe at this moment. But men who could handle the kind of life I’m living now are extremely rare. Now, before I forget what I’m here for I’d better see if I can’t make this the most wonderful place you’ve ever worked.”

I leaned down then and I have every intention of giving him the best, the most exciting blowjob he’s ever going to have in his life. And I’m pretty sure I succeeded. I even managed to take the head and an inch or two of his nearly eight-inch-long cock into my throat almost effortlessly. I had to wonder if it was so easy for me because I’ve quickly become very fond of him. I may get a chance to answer that question sometime today. I don’t doubt there will be a lot of different cocks in my mouth. And strangely, I’m looking forward to it! And then, later, telling Perry all about it.

After he came in my mouth I cleaned him with my tongue and glanced at the clock on the wall. It seems like I’ve been in here much longer than I have but I’m having a great time so I looked up at him and said, “I think we have time. Would you like to try for seconds?”

“Are you sure you don’t have a twin sister?”

“I’m almost certain. But if she ever shows up at my door I’d be more than happy to introduce you. If I didn’t adore my husband I’d be all over you. You are definitely a very sweet guy. I hope we can do this again often.”

I then proceeded to give him another one of my very best, most enthusiastic blowjobs. And he seemed to enjoy it just as much as he enjoyed the first one.

I got to my feet, went back to his desk and got two sticks of gum from my purse. Then I stood there watching him while he got dressed and pulled himself together. When he was once again presentable and professional looking he came across the room. He took me in his arms and said, “You are really something special. I’m so glad I met you. I hope you don’t have any regrets.”

“Not a one. You’re something special yourself. I hope you soon find the right woman, a woman who’s good enough for you. You deserve the best.”

I was going to get my dress on then and head for my next customer but before I could move he leaned down and kissed me ... right on the lips!! I smiled and said, “That was sweet. But you know guys don’t kiss girls who’ve just sucked their cocks, right?”

“Don’t get nervous, Tam. I’m not the kind of guy who goes around breaking up happy couples. But you are ... I hope that someday I can find your doppelganger. I could really fall hard for a woman like you. Now get the hell out of my office before I say something really stupid.”

When I got to his door I unlocked it, turned and said, “Thank you Tony. I really enjoyed that.” And I meant every word of it.

My next customer is Mr. Morgan in room 303. The name is familiar but I don’t remember ever meeting him. I knocked on his door. He opened it, glared at me and growled, “It took you long enough.”

“I’m sorry, sir. But it isn’t up to me. I just do what I’m told.”

“You’d better remember that while you’re here, cunt.”

Hmmm, not quite as sweet as Tony. Asshole! I can tell I’m not going to enjoy this nearly as much as my first customer of the day. On the other hand, this is more like the kind of treatment I’ve been expecting ... the kind of treatment in my fantasies, the kind of treatment that turns me on.

He pulled the door open, hung a “Conference in progress do not disturb” sign on the door and shut and locked the door as soon as I stepped inside. I was surprised to see we aren’t alone. Surprised but not upset. I guess I’m starting to get used to the idea of having to “entertain” more than one man at a time.

Mr. Morgan appears to be in his late forties or early fifties. His guest is Mr. White, one of the two elderly black custodians who keep the building maintained during the day. Another group comes in after closing time and does a more thorough job of cleaning. Mr. White must be in his sixties at least and he looks it. But he’s not so old he doesn’t appreciate looking at a sexy younger woman.

Mr. Morgan said, “This is Carl White. I imagine you know who he is.”

I nodded. Then he ordered, “Strip bitch,” and stood back out of the way. That was when I noticed the expensive looking camera in his hand. He started taking picture after picture while I got undressed.

I guess Mr. Morgan and Mr. White have already discussed what they have planned for me while I’m here. I took my dress off and dropped it on a nearby chair. Mr. Morgan began ordering me into one obscene pose after another while Mr. White got out of his overalls and his dingy-looking boxer shorts. He didn’t bother to remove his shoes or socks.

As soon as Mr. White was as undressed as he was going to get he joined me. He began posing with me and guiding me into even more humiliating poses. He bent me over and spread the cheeks of my ass apart while Mr. Morgan got a fist full of obscene pictures. There were many more pictures of his hand exploring my body and doing anything he could to humiliate me even more than I already am. It ended after I was finally able to suck a small, very bitter teaspoon of cum out of his semi-hard cock. Mr. Morgan took pictures of the small deposit Mr. White left in my mouth, then he ordered me to swallow. Mr. Morgan handed the camera to Mr. White and removed his pants, exposing a much larger, much more vibrant looking cock. He raped my mouth until I guess he had enough pictures of that. Then he stretched me out on a coffee table, pulled me down until the cheeks of my ass were hanging half off the table. He folded my legs up until my knees were pressing against my breasts and fucked my pussy like his life depended on it. It was even more violent than any of the rapes I experienced on Monday!

He didn’t cum in my pussy, though. Just before he climaxed he pulled out of me and used his hand to jack off, shooting streamers of cum all over my stomach and my tits. The guy’s an asshole but I must admit I was surprised by the volume of cum he coated me with. I can’t feel the cum a guy shoots in my pussy. It’s the same temperature as my body so my body can’t tell the difference. But I have to believe Mr. Morgan has been abstaining for a very long time. I’ve never seen so much cum from a single orgasm. I can’t help wonder if A: He always shoots that much cum when he has an orgasm and B: Would I actually be able to feel the results of an orgasm that remarkable.

Mr. Morgan took more pictures while, at his command, I scooped up his cum and stuck it in my mouth. When I finished cleaning my body to his satisfaction he ordered me to get dressed. I picked up my dress from a nearby chair and while the two men watched I went to his desk, retrieved some wet wipes from a plastic bag in my purse and did my best to clean the mess he left on me.

He tried to order me to leave it the way it was but I looked him in the eyes and said, “Do you really want my next rapist to say something to Mr. Morton about the condition you left me in? He might take your name off his list.”

He glared at me and snarled, “Okay, cunt. But hurry it up. You just ain’t so fuckin’ hot once I’ve had an orgasm.”

I was very tempted to tell him he wasn’t so hot even before I had an orgasm but I figured the odds are pretty high I’ll find myself back in this office playing slave games again. He’s sour enough without me pissing him off.

I cleaned up as well as it’s possible to clean up such a prolific orgasm with a few wipes. I put my dress on and he let me and Mr. White out of the room and slammed the door behind us. I was about to turn away when Mr. White glanced at Mr. Morgan’s door and quietly said, “I’m sorry, Miss. I didn’t have a choice. He’s an asshole and I can’t afford to lose this job.”

I smiled, kissed him on the cheek and said, “Don’t worry about it, Mr. White. I’m starting to get used to the assholes working here. Luckily there are enough really nice guys like you to help take the edge off.”

He still looks embarrassed but he went off in one direction and went back to the elevator. My next rapist is another man I don’t know, Mr. Stahl. Mr. Stahl’s office is just across the hall and about ten doors down, room 324. I tapped lightly on his door. He’s talking on the phone but he waved me in and quickly put an end to his phone call. He smiled, stood up and said, “Hello. I’ve heard a lot of good things about you in the last two days. And then when Terry came to my office, filled in a lot of the details and offered me an opportunity to enjoy your company I just couldn’t say no. To the best of my knowledge I’ve never encountered a sex slave before. But I gather you only just became one so I suppose were approaching this from nearly the same experience level.”

As he went around me to close and lock his door I responded, “I am new at this sir. It has only been three days. But I suppose it’s pretty easy for me. All I have to do is anything and everything I’m told. No thought required.”

He smiled and said, “I think I like your attitude. Remove your dress.”

While I took my dress off again he removed his jacket, tie and dress shirt. He stopped undressing, stared at me for a moment and exclaimed, “Magnificent! Terry said you were attractive but that wasn’t even close. You’re very beautiful.”

I blushed and said, “Thank you, sir. I’m glad you approve.”

He groped my naked body for a minute or two. Then he guided me to his desk and bent me down over it. He spread the cheeks of my ass apart and after examining my rear opening for a moment he said, “I’ve never fucked anyone in the ass, never really had any desire to. But Terry was raving about what a hot, tight ass you have and said it was probably the best fuck he’s ever had. I guess I’m going to have to give it a shot.”