The next day was raining, as it often is in Seattle. But unlike the rain back home, this was a cold rain–one you didn't want to spend too much time in. Not having an umbrella or even a decent raincoat, I ran from the cab in my very short black knit dress and high heels like I had been ordered to wear. I clung to my dress coat, feeling my breasts bouncing in the low cut material of my dress.

I was angry he was making me do this, but also strangely aroused at knowing I didn't have a choice. I was still being a slut, but without the guilt I used to have acting this way on my own. I scrambled into the elevator almost tripping in the ridiculously high heels. They were the sluttiest shoes I owned and I thought that would please him, willing to do anything to keep it all a secret.

I had made it to the covered entry and stood there trying to catch my breath and take stock of how wet I had gotten. Once I had composed myself somewhat I went inside and through the lobby to the elevators. I turned abruptly to see that same executive from the other day lustily looking at me.

"How are you, Miss Martin?"

"I'm fine, thank you," I said, not wanting to see anyone in my current state. My dress was wet and clinging to me, and because I was cold, my nipples were making tiny tents in the front of my blouse. My stockings were wet and clinging to my legs and my hair was hanging in wet strands. I was a wet cold mess and wasn't feeling very social at the moment.

I stepped into the elevator with a half dozen executive types and I asked the man closest to the button panel for the 20th floor. I could feel their eyes on me and I heard faint whispers but I tried to dismiss them and just get to my office. When my floor came I pushed out of the elevator hearing a soft chuckle from some of the men in the oversized space.

Great way to start the morning, I thought. I could only imagine the humiliating things that Mark had planned for me today.

Mark was already in a meeting when I got to the office and I felt like I was intruding again. He asked everyone to leave and stared at me.

"Why are you still wearing your coat?" he asked. I looked surprised–I was soaking wet and freezing in his office. He was in a full suit and I was barely wearing anything.

"I'm cold Mark," I said.

"You will call me Sir here in the office," he growled as he glared at my coat. "And it really doesn't matter if your cold. Strip."

"Strip? Please, Mark, uh, Sir don't make me, I'll freeze," I complained.

"Do it now," He delighted in ordering. Sighing, I slowly pulled the coat off my shoulders. I pulled down the zipper of my very form-fitting dress revealing my curvy figure. My long hair brushed my cheeks as I pulled down the tight, black stretch-knit dress that was far too short to be polite. I stood with my hands on my small waist daring him to order me again. My nipples started to feel the effects of losing the dress.

"What is that? Why did you wear a bra? And why are you staring at me like a senseless whore? I said strip. Take it all off," he said getting a bit angry at the constant delays. I was a little insensed at him calling me names, but I obeyed. I slid the straps of my tight black bra off my shoulders one at a time.

My tits had been bulging out of the small half cups of the bra and were happy to be released, bouncing forward freely when I unclasped the back. I slid my fingers down my hips to the tops of my thigh-top stockings about to remove them when he stopped me.

"Leave your stockings and heels on. It makes you look more like a whore that way," he said. I stood there nearly naked and shivering in the cool room air.

"Very nice… I always knew you had gorgeous tits, even back in high school. But you've grown into a really well built and sexy woman. Turn around let me see that tight ass," he commanded. I moved my mouth to respond in contempt but decided to just to do what he asked dutifully instead.

"Come here," he said.

I walked slowly over to his desk swaying my hips. "Bend over the desk," he told me. As I bent over the desk feeling very vulnerable and exposed, he picked up the phone and dialed an extension.

"Come to my office, Tom." I looked up at him scared and confused. I didn't know he planned on inviting anybody else to participate in this sick domination scene! He smirked when he saw the fear on my face. I decided not to ask and possibly make matters worse.

Tom was one of the men from the elevator that had been mocking and leering at me this morning on my way up to the office. Now he had come in to see me in an even more compromising position, naked and bent over Mark's desk!

Tom was an older man, in his late 50's at least, a little thick around the middle, with short graying hair in a semi-circle around his head. He smiled as he entered the office and saw what was going on.

Fuck. I looked back at Mark begging him with my eyes to stop while trying to hide my face in shame from Tom. He was obviously enjoying seeing what his boss had asked me to do I noticed an immediate bulge start to appear in his trousers. Maybe he takes Viagra.

"Sir… please?" I pleaded out loud imploringly, but I just sounded pathetic.

"Tom, Miss Martin here has been a very naughty girl today. She has failed to dress according to what I instructed her, wearing a bra and dressing completely inappropriately for the office. You have three daughters, what do you do to them when they behave badly?"

My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open as I heard him asked this dirty old man to give the verdict on my punishment.

Why was Mark so bent on humiliating me? I thought.

"Why I would spank them of course," Tom said, matter-of-factly.

"Well then go on and teach this little slut a lesson!" Mark told him. I looked back at Mark stunned. I could feel my face drain as the realization of what was about to happen sank in. Mark was going to let this strange man–this dirty old man–spank me!

I nearly started crying. I love sex and I love being dominated and humiliated but this was too much! I was so embarrassed beyond belief. I had never been treated like this by anyone. I had never been made into anyone's slave!

I felt Tom move in behind me. He rubbed my soft, tender ass cheek and then I felt his hand pull far away from my ass then it landed hard on my creamy right cheek. I let out a shriek. He had hit me hard not holding back at all.

I could feel the sting where his hand landed as he continued slowly to spank me over and over and over. Mark asked him to do it because he knew that since he was an older man, it would be that much more embarrassing for me. I was fast becoming what he wanted me to be; his submissive office slut.

That dirty old man kept up his assault on my poor ass for several minutes enjoying every cry he got me to let out. I was surprised at both his determination and his endurance. I wouldn't think a man of his years could go on for as long as he did!

I could feel my ass turning bright red as it bounced back with every slap. The sound was so loud it echoed in the room and I looked back to see Mark smiling wickedly at my torture. Tom spanked my ass and the backs of my legs, not leaving an inch of pale, creamy flesh unmarked.

He finished finally and began rubbing my poor abused ass a bit to cool the fire my cheeks had become. I hadn't cried yet, although I was very close to it. The tenderness in which Tom now cared for my battered flesh was amazing and made my eyes well up with tears.

I laid my head down on the desk, not wanting either of the men to see my tears. But Mark reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair yanking my head back. I cried out with the sudden surge of pain. Tom probed my asshole a bit with his finger. I jumped, feeling him touch me in between my cheeks.

He slid his finger down to my lips where I heard him let out a low chuckle. My pussy was soaking wet. He started slowly pushing his finger into my dripping cunt and rubbed my bruised bottom with his other hand. I wriggled a little as he continued to push his finger in and out of me.

In my mind, I felt disgusted and even sick knowing this old man was deriving pleasure from my naked body like this. But my body was responding eagerly to his sexual toying of me. I looked forward, trying hard not to show them how much I was actually enjoying this.

I felt my body involuntarily push back on his hand dripping in my juices. He took the juices from my pussy and rubbed them in between my cheeks. He seemed intent on wetting my anus and watching me writhe in anticipation. I silently prayed Mark wouldn't let him fuck me. I shuddered in disgust.

"Thank you, Tom. I think she's very, very sorry for what she did. I'll see you later in our meeting," Tom reluctantly pulled his hands off my body. He walked to the door but turned to grin lecherously at me before he opened the door and left. He nodded to Mark.

"Mark… How could you…" I protested loudly. I was seething mad at him for humiliating me in such a manner.

"Quiet whore! If you didn't like it, then why are you so dripping wet?" he said seductively. And he was right; as much as I protested this outrageous treatment of me, part of me had never been more aroused and sexually turned on! My foolish pride may have been affronted, but my pussy was dripping like a broken faucet!

"And if I have to tell you one more time to call me Sir, I'll fuck you in the ass myself," he continued. "Now go type this proposal up… it's for a new property I want to bid on." He threw some file folder at me. I reached for my clothes, and he looked up at me, holding out his hands, wanting me to give him my clothes.

I looked at him like he was crazy and he snatched the clothes from my hands. He opened a closet along the paneled wall and threw the clothes behind the door. I couldn't believe when he actually pulled out a key and locked it. That's when I made yet another mistake with Mark.

When Mark took and locked my clothes away I turned, picking up the file folder from his desk and started to walk towards my desk, mumbling something about how ridiculous he was being about all this. I thought I had said it low enough that he couldn't hear me but I guess I was wrong.

"What? What did you say, Pamela?" The anger in his voice made me instantly freeze in my tracks. I couldn't believe how this guy I used to have such a crush on could now make me feel so powerless and frightened. He came up behind me faster than I could react and grabbed me by the hair snapping my head back roughly.

"What are you whining about? Just remember you brought this on yourself by being such a slut." he hissed.

"I-I'm sorry, Sir!" I stammered.

"You sure as the fuck are!" he growled. Then he pushed me away from him and I stumbled a few steps away finding the desk to catch me and keep me from falling. I turned around to face him and it was then that I noticed how aroused he was.

"Come here… on your knees," he commanded, pointing to the floor directly in front of him. He undid his belt and I thought for sure he was going to unleash that bulge from his pants.

"Crawl on all fours like a dog," he berated. When I reached the spot on the floor he was indicating, I stopped.

"Now turn around," he ordered. I was unsure what he was going to do–I thought he was going to make me suck his cock. I knelt there for a moment. If he wanted me to suck his cock, why am I to turn around?

Mark grabbed the back of my neck and pushed my upper body to the floor swatting my ass and telling me to raise it up. I expected him to prepare me to be fucked from behind either in my pussy or in my ass. Please let it be my pussy! I thought.

THWAP! He started to beat my ass with his belt. I had already taken so much but this completely broke my spirit. I howled as he added another layer to the pain I already felt. He gave me a dozen swats with the belt, adding angry red stripes to the rosy blush my ass had already become from Tom's spanking. When he was finished he pulled my head back up.

"You stupid whore! I have wanted you for so long and I know you wanted me too. Ever since high school I wanted this soft, sexy body. But you were always too busy with those other guys to pay me any mind.

Well, this is your punishment for teasing me all those years. Now you know what it feels like. You're an incredibly sexual woman that has enjoyed being a slut. Now, you're going to learn how to serve one man and you're going to do anything I tell you. Understand?" I nodded obediently.

I couldn't believe it! Mark Thomas had wanted me back since high school? I'd had a terrible crush on him since the day I first saw him and all through school. He was a senior while I was just a freshman, but he was so dreamy and popular... I didn't think I stood a chance! I didn't even know he knew who I was!

I mean he was the star of the school football team, he was always surrounded by the beautiful and most popular guys and girls in school, I wasn't even in his league! Yet he is telling me that he wanted me in school? This was beyond my wildest late-night masturbation fantasies!

"Now suck my cock and learn what being a whore really means!" he finished. Without hesitation, I reached up and unzipped his trousers revealing his prick. I felt myself squirt a little knowing how much I really loved sucking dick and being ordered actually made me crazy.

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and with the other grabbed me by my hair. "Open your mouth slut, and put your pretty little lips around my cock," I opened my mouth and let him slide his member down into my throat.

I heard myself moan softly as he guided his shaft in and out. I tried to stroke his head with my tongue and flick the head, but it proved very difficult as he was so far down my throat.

I looked up at him to see if I was pleasing him. I wanted to look at him while sucking him but he roughly handled my head, forcing back down on his cock. He groaned plunging deeper into me. He pulled out of my mouth, his pre-cum and my saliva all over him.

I realized I still had my mouth open begging for more slightly drooling at the sight of the stream of fluid from my mouth to his throbbing cock. He shoved his hard length back down my throat and I sucked him again, trying to take him as far down my throat as I possibly could.

I opened my mouth wide and welcomed all of him in. Since my mouth wasn't very large I struggled some the further down I went. He tasted so yummy. I worked my mouth up and down over and over getting faster and faster and sucking harder and harder creating a nice friction that he enjoyed very much.

He reached out, took hold of my head, and proceeded to fuck my mouth. His forceful thrusts came barreling into my mouth like a torpedo. I welcomed every thrust. The slick varnished wood floor didn't provide great leverage so he took me over to the nearest wall and still kneeling on the floor, he pinned my head against it.

He stood up in front of me and continued to thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. A few times I felt like I was going to gag on it, he was thrusting so hard, but he pulled my hair, looked down at me, and told me I wasn't allowed to vomit. It was very intense.

I heard him moan loudly and a stiff grunt came out of his mouth right before he shot his hot load into the back of my throat. I loved the way he tasted. I sucked him off until there was nothing left. He yanked me up off my knees and onto my feet and whispered in my ear, "I want to make you scream!"

He pulled me by the hair over to his desk. I was instructed to get up on the desk and I couldn't get up there fast enough. The table was very cold on my bare skin and it sent a chill through me. He met with my lips for a kiss and I felt the heat returning to my body. His hands slid up and down my thighs fueling the fire inside. I couldn't wait for what was to come next.

Mark pulled over a chair, sat down, and scooted up close in between my legs. He laid me back on the desk and my legs parted in anticipation, dying to feel his tongue all over my clit. He blew his hot breath on me and I threw my head back.

My pussy was aching for contact. A few moments passed and I had noticed he wasn't doing anything so I looked down at him confused. He spoke softly, "I want you to watch me eat you."

I nodded in agreement and pushed myself up on my elbows so I could see him between my splayed thighs then he dove right in. He sucked my clit into his mouth and nibbled it a little before letting it go and repeating the move. It felt amazing.

I moaned and bit down on my lower lip enjoying every moment that he was between my thighs. He inserted two fingers into my soaking wet pussy and I couldn't help but move my hips into him.

His tongue licked my clit up and down as he finger fucked my pussy hard. Several times I felt like I was going to cum. My breaths became shorter and my moans got louder. He made me feel so good I didn't even care that I was naked and that anyone walking by could see us. I watched attentively as he devoured me like a Georgia peach tenderly licking up all my juices.

I dug my nails in the desk hoping to provide some support as my body convulsed. I could feel an orgasm getting ready to rip through me as he flicked his tongue across my clit over and over again.

My lips were parched from panting and my abdomen sore from my body shaking. I threw my head back in ecstasy and let out a scream so loud I'm sure the other employees outside his office could have heard me.

I barely had a moment to catch my breath and he was already up and kissing me. I could taste my sweetness on his lips. I leaned back onto my hands trying to regain myself, and then before I knew it he was ordering me to bend over the table so he could fuck me from behind. I gladly complied and got off the table, turned around, and bent over spreading my legs so he could fit between.

I braced myself for what I thought was to come. I was convinced that he was going to pound into me hard and rough but he actually started off teasing my pussy with the head of his dick rubbing it up and down my slippery slit. I wanted so badly to feel him inside me. I'd had dreams about this moment and now that it was finally about to happen I was more excited than a kid on Christmas morning.

My pussy was throbbing and wanted nothing more than to be fucked hard by his cock. He placed his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back on to his cock that filled my entire pussy. At first, his thrusts were slow then eventually sped up increasing in intensity.

Harder and harder he pounded into me. That familiar feeling was creeping back but I knew it was too early so I tried to shake it. I could feel him hitting the back of my vagina and my walls stretching to accommodate his width.

He jerked me up by my hair and grunted into my ear that he loved fucking me like a dirty whore and he was going to come inside my pussy. His words were driving me so crazy.

Between gritted teeth, I screamed out, "FUCK ME! OH YES Mark, I mean Sir… Oh God… Fuck me! Fuck me HARD!" He reached down pulling at my tits.

"Ya, baby those are beautiful tits… look at them bounce, whore… this is what you were made for… my fucking cock." He wrapped his hand around my hair twice, tightly grasping, hair wrapped around his knuckles. I didn't argue.

I begged him over and over to ram himself deeper and deeper inside of me. I dared him to cum inside my cunt. I squeezed every muscle inside of me tightening around his cock trying to make him cum early and make him feel embarrassed as he had made me earlier. He didn't cum, though. He fucked me like a champion.

He grabbed my hips and rammed into me. I heard his cock and balls slapping hard against my skin and the wet squish of my pussy as it swallowed his rock hard cock. He buried his manhood deep in my drooling, ravenous cunt. I could feel our cum dripping down my thighs. I cried out obscenities as he beat up my pussy, knowing I would have bruises on my hips from him fucking me.

"Look at that ass, that juicy fucking ass, bounce back on my cock. You can pretend all you want Pamela, I know you're nothing but a cock whore and you would suck anything I put in front of you. But your mine. I OWN that cunt now. Do you understand? MINE" He was almost out of breath using his whole body to pound into my well-fucked pussy.

"I understand Sir… I'm nothing more than your fucking cock whore… and I'll do whatever you fucking tell me… just don't stop… ahhhh… oh god… don't… fucking… STOP… OH, SHIT!"

I came like a geyser all over his cock, exploding on his head as if it was my first time. His dick curved right into my g-spot. I kept using obscenities begging for more dick over and over again collapsing over the desk. He laughed at me.

"Oh you're not done yet," he said. He pulled me back off his desk by my hair, throwing me on the floor and then picking me back up to a kneeling position by my nipples! It hurt like hell but I loved it!

He lowered his balls into my mouth. I tried to get my balance and lick lustily at his sack. I felt the sperm stirring and pulling back his sack as I took him in my mouth. I bathed his cock and balls in my mouth, salivating with delight all over his throbbing member.

I looked up in his eyes as I licked up and down his shaft and licked his balls furiously, still exhilarated from my rocking orgasm. He pushed his large throbbing dick back down my throat.

I was determined to suck him clean. He began fucking my mouth with his stirring sack beating my chin. I moaned and grunted as he drove further and further, stretching my mouth to fit his cock as he did with my pussy.

"Oh, you like that don't you, my little office slut… my fucking office whore… what a bad girl you are!" he cajoled me. 

I paused a moment to take him out of my mouth and respond, "Mmmm yes, tell me."

I love to be dominated. Thinking about when a man shoves his cock down my throat shouting vulgarities at me like "take it all down your throat slut", makes me tingle. I can be a very, very bad girl!

"Such a dirty, cheating, whore," he said. "You're MY whore, aren't you Pamela?"

"Mmmm yes, Sir" I moaned happily.

"You really are a prostitute aren't you?" He giggled at his joke. "I pay you good, you fuck me good. But you are the best damn cocksucker I know. You love being on your knees. You love being my slave."

"Yes, sir…I fucking love it." I submitted entirely. With every inch he fed me I moaned louder into his crotch.

Fuck yes! I thought. Fucking use me! I pulled back hard on his cock creating a vacuum for him to cum in. I went down feverishly on him. Up and down, up and down, using my hand to massage the length of his shaft and telling him with my eyes to cum.

"Such a bad girl… mmm… but so good," he moaned, closing his eyes. I watched him as I pleasured him, his facial expression and words encouraging me further.

He pulled hard on my hair and his legs went stiff as thrust one last time hard into my throat. I felt him streaming into my mouth. His hot sweet cum flooded my mouth. His eyes rolled back into his head as his mouth opened.

I tongued his cock to tickle his erection. He shot violently again down my throat. It tasted so fucking good I could feel my cunt soaking myself and aching for another round of fucking. It was thick and delicious.

As he fed his man-milkshake down me I gulped, making sure to let him see me swallow hard. He released me and I collapsed on the floor watching him stroke his cock to get that last little bit of cum. He reached out a coated finger and pushed it in between my lips. He held out his still firm cock to me.

"Clean it," he demanded. I did as I was told. I sucked it, licked it, and rubbed it all over my face and tits till he was dry.

"Do you know that everyone out there heard you?" I turned my head fast to the slit of snowy glass next to the paneled door. My face turned bright red. Although I was proud of how I got him off I felt disappointed knowing he was teasing me again.

He saw the hurt expression on my face as I realized all of his colleagues would know I was a hired office hooker. I would be lucky if I wasn't just flat out raped next time I got in that elevator.

"Don't worry Pamela, everyone here knows who you are and no one will touch you or harass you. They all know you belong to me. And they all know what will happen if they don't leave you alone. You may not be a hit with the other girls here–some of them would love to trade places with you–but they won't say anything.

And the men here won't take advantage of you either," he said. That made me feel better and I beamed, knowing I was "owned" by Mark. It took a long time, but I was finally his.

He threw the file folder at me. "Now….." he said catching his breath, "type it". I stared at him waiting for him to hand me my clothes.

"Type it, Pamela."

"Are you serious?" I looked down at my naked cum covered body. He laughed mockingly again, right in my face.

"Yes, go to your desk and get busy. There is work to be done. I didn't hire you just for your tits and ass you know!"

"But there's…" I said but stopped suddenly. His glare made me bite my tongue. I dropped my head shamefully, unable to negotiate and walked to the door. Wait, I thought, my coat. I started for it but he saw me look at it when I turned. He snatched it quickly from the chair as I started for it.

"Stop fucking around whore… get out there and do your job." I slowly opened the door not daring to look at the wide eyes of the three executives waiting for Mark. I covered my twat with the file folder and with my other hand I tried to shield my bouncing tits.

Then I remembered what Mark had said about being his and that no one would touch me. With an inward smile, I dropped my protective covering and strode boldly to my desk to begin my job!