Office Slut. Part 2. The New Workplace
The next day, Matvey showed me what he called "my new office." A rather spacious room was furnished, it seemed, with every possible sex toy and device imaginable.
— Your first working day as a whore, Svetochka. I hope you understand that if I get complaints from your clients — rudeness or disobedience or if you fail to satisfy them in any way — to start with, you will be punished, including financially, and if I get tired of it, I'll simply throw you out. Everything will be recorded on video, so you won't find any other work except in a fucking brothel
— all your potential employers will be sent recordings of your workdays if necessary. — Matvey was reveling in delivering this pre-prepared monologue. — And now thank me.Taught by yesterday's experience, I got on my knees, looked him in the eyes:
— Thank you, master.
— You will be an obedient bitch, I promise you that personally, — at this time he leaned over slightly, tore the buttons off my blouse, lifted up my bra and slapped my breasts a couple of times with a swing. — And now change, as you understand, you have a new dress code.
He opened a rather massive wardrobe — a pile of rags was neatly arranged and hung — lace, latex, themed costumes… I chose a transparent white chemise just below my buttocks. Matvey laughed:
— Want to play the virgin? I think the guys will like that! Here, by the way, is your new job description. Today you'll read it to them so they know who they're dealing with. Remember, I'm watching you, — he waited for me to change in front of him and left.
I read the rules and almost burst into tears. About half an hour later the door opened and "clients" began to enter the room — there were about thirty of them, I realized Matvey had sent them all at once on purpose for the first time. There were workers, drivers, and security guards here, their ages seemingly from early twenties to an age where I thought such things no longer interested men. Some were clearly uncomfortable, others were openly staring at me.
I wanted the ground to swallow me — I understood that one way or another thirty men were looking at me, practically naked. But I also understood that Matvey was watching this and I had to carry out his instruction and read them my "job description."
— I… I need to read something to you…
Everyone continued to remain silent, so I began to read:
— 1. I am an office whore and I am here to satisfy all your needs, — I faltered, because everyone immediately started whispering.
— 2. I have no right to refuse anything offered by you — my pussy, ass, mouth, titties — are completely at your disposal. — someone whistled, the others laughed, with this development they began to feel much more confident. "Read the whole fucking list, don't drag it out!" one shouted and others supported him. I felt my face flush.
— 3. You can use any devices in this room to fuck me. 4. You can have me in turn or as a group — at your discretion. 5. If you don't like how I served you, you can punish me yourself ("You can be sure of that!"), and I also ask you to report it to Matvey Alexandrovich — I will be deprived of 70% of my salary and also additionally punished. 6. I dare to hope that you will make me an obedient, efficient whore.
— Well, guys, shall we help the girl with her request? — This was said by one of the workers. — To start, I suggest we try out the goods, as they say! I'm first!
He approached me, I stood as if in a stupor, unable to move. The others watched.
— My name is Yevgeny, you'll remember that… — he came right up close — what tits, mmm, and you walked around so proud, no hello-goodbye… and look what happens, now I'll fuck you as I want and as much as I want… — he reeked of sweat and stale alcohol, I involuntarily winced and turned away — what, turning your face away, bitch? Don't like it? Let's see how you like this! — he pushed me onto the bed, turned me over, put me on all fours and began to thrust his cock into my vagina with wide strokes.
Approving shouts rang out, everyone crowded around. Someone pinched my nose and shoved a cock in my mouth, I coughed and choked, moaned in pain, but this only amused them, as soon as one finished, someone else immediately took his place. They all took me roughly and came fairly quickly, apparently, with their salaries, looks, and manners, all they could afford in life was to jerk off to porn online and at best fuck a scary, fat wife.
When they left me, my whole body ached. It seemed like an eternity had passed, but it turned out to be just over an hour — they simply ran out of their one-hour lunch break. I realized that today wasn't over yet — most likely someone would return after work. I spent several hours in the shower trying to wash off this filth. When at five o'clock a few people entered the room, I was sitting on the bed with wet hair, wrapped in sheets.
One of them had already introduced himself to me earlier — Yevgeny, tall, with light, straw-like hair, about fifty years old, with a face that screamed "I drink every day," and two others — a balding short man about forty, in horn-rimmed glasses, and a younger one, about thirty, with a bottle of beer in his hand.
— I'm with friends — Anatoly Vasilyevich and Dimon. — How did you like the lunchtime fuck?
I was silent. Yevgeny came closer and slapped me.
— A whore must answer when asked!
— I liked it
— The bitch liked being fucked, the bitch wants more! — said Dimon, took a sip of beer and burped. — But to get more, the bitch must ask! The bitch must show what else she can do besides spreading her legs like a dumb cunt!
I had absolutely no idea what to do and wasn't ready for this, I thought they would come, satisfy their needs and leave, the main thing was to withdraw into myself and endure. But that things would turn out like this — I didn't expect. So I pulled the blanket even higher and cried.
— Guys, — Yevgeny began, — I don't think I gave up part of my salary for a sobbing whore. We were promised something completely different. Today the first entry will appear in your complaint book, understand? But we'll get ours anyway.
With these words he tore off the sheet.
— Disobedient girls need a spanking! Hold her! Dimon, take off your belt!
— There are much more convenient things for that here — said Anatoly Vasilyevich. With the air of a connoisseur, he examined the shelf with whips, lashes, and canes of different shapes and sizes. I tried to break free, but Dimon grabbed me by the hair and put me back on the bed.
— Put her on her back, and lift her legs up — that way all the holes will be at hand.
As soon as I was placed in the required position, I received a burning strike on my buttocks.
— You will receive thirty strikes. After each one you will keep count and say — thank you for the lesson! If you lose count or don't say it before the next strike, five more will be added. I will deliver the strikes at different intervals, so it's in your best interest to thank me as soon as possible. Is everything clear, girl?
Dimon squeezed my left nipple hard, saying "Is everything clear, slut, you were asked?"
— Yes, yes, everything's clear!
Immediately I received a lash strike and screamed, then had to take two more with a few seconds interval
— You just earned another ten strikes, total 40
Strike — four, thank you for the lesson!!..
Strike — five, thank you for the lesson!..
Strike — six, thank you for the lesson!!! ..
Yevgeny is kneading my breasts, squeezing my nipples, Dimon shoved his middle finger in my mouth saying "I'll shove my cock in there, you'll suck and smack your lips, you whore, you slut, suck, suck well," meanwhile I'm trying to keep up with the count and thank, this amuses Yevgeny greatly. I'm crying my eyes out. At count thirty, Anatoly Vasilyevich spreads my legs — "Penalty ten between the legs!" Takes a paddle and swings it, I scream and miss a strike, "Another five!"
Strike — thirty-two, thank you for the lesson!
After forty-five strikes they stop holding me
— What a pink pussy, — says A. V., runs a finger over it — only it's completely dry, that's not very pleasant. We'll fix that now. — Takes out a large, bumpy vibrator, spits on it and starts shoving it into me, they immediately grab my legs again, when the vibrator is completely inside me, they order me to put on tight latex shorts, "so it doesn't fall out" — says A. V. and turns it on.
— And now for the sweet part — says Dimon, — I think these tits deserve special attention! Vasilich, give me some lube! — he applies cream, sits on top, squeezes his cock between my breasts, holding my nipples, and starts grinding, I smell unwashed body, I feel nauseous, at the same time I start getting aroused from the vibrator. The head of his cock presses against my mouth with each movement
— Stick out your tongue and lick it, you slut!
I stick out my tongue and try to lick the head. His cock begins to tremble
— Open your mouth!!
And a stream of cum hits my face, Dimon growls and shoves his cock completely into my mouth, continues moving. "Yeah, suck, you scum, what lips, what a whore, I've never had one like this, try, come on, swallow it all." He comes again.
— Lick it clean — this is Yevgeny now, he lifts his cock, pointing at his balls, — just gently, soooftly — as soon as I get close, I get a slap, — lick it clean! — slap — did you think it would be that simple — Dimon guffaws — finally, through a series of slaps, I get close enough to reach with my tongue and start licking, — more actively! Softer! Tickle them with your tongue! — commands Yevgeny, I obediently do everything, suppressing the urge to vomit. After a while he comes and forces me to lick everything off his stomach.
It's A. V.'s turn, he already has nipple clamps ready, which are immediately put to use, the chain between them is long, he orders me to get on my knees on the floor, takes the chain and starts, as he puts it, walking me. If I lag behind even a little, the chain tightens, causing wild pain in my nipples. Every step is complicated by the working vibrator, which causes arousal, I feel ashamed and nauseous. He notices this and stops. "Hands behind your head!" I obediently comply, and then a wave of orgasm washes over me, my body shakes, I suppress a moan, tears roll down my cheeks.
— And now it's time to fuck you — says A.,V, — I love it when the pussy is wet! — pulls the shorts off me, takes out the vibrator, tests my crotch with his hand — Good, wet whore! — He forces me to bend over and takes me from behind. At the same time, he likes me to comment on what's happening. — What am I doing, scum? Answer!
— Fucking me…
— Continue, bitch
I cry
— Continue, or you'll earn yourself another spanking!
This threat works:
— Fucking me like your slut, wherever you want
— Exactly, bitch, like a slut! Dirty whore, you won't be able to walk for another week! All you need is a strong fist and a hard cock — with these words he comes, I fall exhausted onto the floor.
They take a shower and leave. An hour later Matvey summons me.
— On your knees
I obediently get on my knees. I'm dressed in my own clothes, the blouse is unbuttoned because he tore the buttons off it in the morning.
— Lift your bra, take out your breasts.
I comply.
— Have you forgotten how to talk to me?
— I'm sorry, master
— Why do you think I summoned you?
— Someone complained about me
— Yes, bitch, someone complained about you! You performed your duties poorly, whore, you were disobedient and defiant!
— I'm sorry, master, it won't happen again!
— You disgrace me in front of my subordinates, and they must know that I keep my word
Matvey takes me to my room, undresses me, leads me to a wooden X-shaped rack, positioned horizontally, and ties me up.
— This is your punishment. No one is allowed to untie you, give you water or food. I will determine the duration myself.
And leaves me alone. That's how I spent three or four days. Men came, fucked me, laughed, and left. By the end of the first day I was tormented by terrible thirst, I was forced to ask them to come in my mouth, which amused them terribly, some agreed, others — No, sometimes staying to watch how I would beg the next one of my tormentors.
After Matvey released me, he gave me a day to get myself in order. The next day everything continued in standard mode — I tried to please everyone, after being left alone — I felt sick, but I was afraid to even think what other punishments Matvey might come up with, besides, it hurt my pocket.
In general, everyone was satisfied with me, as I truly met the requirements of my job description — sexy and always available. Until one day a drunk Yevgeny showed up. He could barely stand
— Slut, come here!!!
I approached, understanding that nothing good was to be expected, he immediately started giving me light punches and slaps, while cursing.
— Now, now you're going to dance for me!
He took out black-and-white photos printed on a printer from his pocket, frames from porn, with different positions.
— Let's begin!
He started demanding that I take all these positions one by one, some I managed and he, pinching and slapping me, moved his hips, but in such a way as not to come prematurely. But the absolute majority of positions I couldn't perform simply physically, no matter how hard I tried. This drove him into a rage, every time I failed, he started whipping me with his belt, shouting "lazy whore, you will listen to me! You will do everything, you fucking whore! Take that! Take that!".
— You'll serve everyone here for free, I'll tell Matvey Alexandrovich everything, what a creature you are! I don't get my hard-earned salary, my earned money, and you'll play games?
— No, please! I really can't do it! Just don't write a complaint! I'll do whatever you want — I fell to my knees, started kissing his feet.
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