I slept very little on Tuesday night, tossing and turning as I tried to come to grips with the step I was about to take. At about 5:00 I decided I wasn’t going to get any more sleep, so I got out of bed, and, with nothing else to do, started to prepare myself. I showered and shaved both my face and my entire body, making sure there was absolutely no stubble left behind, then spent over an hour carefully applying my makeup and another half hour applying bright red polish to my artificial nails. By the time Kathy got out of bed, I was satisfied that I looked as good as possible.

Kathy immediately confirmed my belief, telling me how beautiful I looked and what a great job I had done with my makeup. “Obviously, you’re trying to make a good first impression,” she said, “and I think we have just the dress to help you do that.” I thought I knew exactly what she meant, and I was right—she pulled a white dress out of the closet and handed it to me.

I gulped, knowing it was the shortest, tightest thing we had bought me. “Do you, do you really think I should wear this the first day?” I asked. “Maybe I should wear something a little less…revealing?”

“This is perfect,” she insisted. “You’re going to look absolutely stunning.” Surrendering, I put on my bra, panties and pantyhose and squirmed into the tight dress. Kathy had to help me zip it up, then stepped back and smiled. “God, you look hot,” she said. She handed me a pair of 5” white spike heels and said.

“Put these on and take a look in the mirror.”

When I did, I was stunned. “Is that really me?” I asked.

“It is,” she replied. “You look spectacular. You’ve done a great job with your makeup…not that anyone is going to be able to take their eyes off those legs and that ass long enough to notice. You should be really proud of how sexy you look.”

I turned and looked over my shoulder in the mirror at a rear view. Even with the dress tugged down as far as it would go, it barely covered my ass, and I suspected that Kathy was right about how few men would notice my face. “God,” I whispered, “I look so…so…”

“Gorgeous?” Kathy finished the sentence for me. “Or maybe you were going for something like ‘fuckable’? Either one would be right?”

“Gorgeous and fuckable?” I murmured. “God, I never thought those would be words you’d use to describe me.”

“Those are just the first words that came to mind,” she smiled. She reached under my dress and ran her fingers between my legs. “I can think of lots of other words that also apply, like horny, eager and slutty. I think Joe is going to be thrilled with his new secretary.” She gave my ass a playful slap. “How about if I drive you to work this morning? That way I can pick you up afterwards, just in case you’re too exhausted to drive.”

“OK,” I sighed, still staring into the mirror. I ran my hands down my body to the hem of my dress and turned to face the mirror. “I sure hope Joe likes this because I don’t think I can look any better.”

“Oh, he will,” she assured me. “Especially when your attitude matches the look.”

“My attitude?”

She smiled. “Just remember why you’re there,” she said. “Your job is to keep Joe and his customers happy.”

“You mean to be a whore,” I interpreted.

“Exactly,” she grinned. “Now let’s get that pretty ass of yours to work.”

I was unbelievably nervous when Kathy dropped me off at the door to the office building. I could feel my legs shaking as I climbed the three steps to the door and I had to stop and take a ddep breath to calm myself down before I walked inside. Becky was sitting at her desk and her face lit up when she saw me. “Suzy!” she greeted me. “Joe told me you were taking the job! Congratulations! I’m so glad! I think you’ll be perfect…especially if you dress like that every day!”

I blushed. “Thanks. You don’t think this is too short or too tight?”

“No way!” she gushed. “You look great!” She stood up and walked toward me, and I immediately noticed that her skirt was only about two inches longer than mine. “Joe is in a conference at the moment, but he asked me to show you around before any customers arrive,” she offered. She led me over to a low table in the corner of the room which held a coffee pot and the normal accessories. “One of the things you’ll do is get coffee for the customers while they wait,” she explained. “Why don’t you pour a cup now?” I nodded and started to “Bunny dip” slightly to reach the pot. “Not like that,” Becky corrected me. “You’re going to want to bend over to pick it up.”

I blushed. “I don’t think bending over in this dress is such a good idea,” I told her.

“Oh, it’s definitely a good idea,” she smiled. “Why don’t you take a seat over there where the customers sit and watch me?” When I was sitting where she directed, she turned and bent over the table to fill a cup. When she did, her skirt predictable pulled up, exposing her panties. “You need to take your time filling the cup,” she said. “You don’t want to spill the coffee, do you?” When the cup was full, she stood and faced me. “Cream and sugar?” she asked. I nodded and she turned back to the table. Bending over again, she carefully ripped open a sugar packet and emptied it into the cup, then opened a creamer and added it. She reached across the table to the far side where the stirrers were, pulling her skirt even higher and tighter, then stirred the cup for a few seconds before straightening up. “See how it’s done?” she asked as she walked over to me with the coffee.

I nodded and gulped. “I, I never knew that getting a cup of coffee could be an erotic experience.”

“It is here,” she smiled. “Now, why don’t you get me a cup?” She sat down in the chair beside me and glanced meaningfully at the table. I stood and walked to the table then did my best to repeat what she had done. I was acutely aware of the feel of my dress riding up and exposing my panties the entire time, and I fought to stay calm. When I carried the cup over to Becky, she smiled. “You’re a fast learner,” she said. “The men are going to be very happy with your service.”

“Thanks,” I said, my voice quivering a little. “Is there anything else I should know about serving them?”

Becky’s eyes sparkled. “From what Joe has said, you already know how to service guys.”

“He, he said that?”

She nodded. “He’s very impressed with your oral abilities. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to get a good replacement for me, but he thinks you’ll be excellent.”

“My, my oral abilities?” I choked, unsure of how much Joe had said to her.

Becky laughed. “No need to be shy with me, Suzy. I’m the one who’s been providing the services you’re going to be taking over. To be blunt, Joe says you’re a great cocksucker, just like me. Even better, he says you really seem to enjoy it. That’s important, because if you don’t, this is the wrong job for you. You’re going to be spending a lot of time on your knees showing off that talent.”

“A lot of time? Can Joe really want that many blowjobs?”

“Oh, he’ll probably only want one or maybe two a day,” Becky said. “But some days it gets so busy here you’ll wish you had knee pads.”

“Busy?” I repeated as her meaning started to sink in. “Wait, you mean he’ll want me to blow other guys, too?”

“You didn’t know that?” she asked incredulously. “He didn’t mention that he likes to reward customers who place big orders?” I shook my head and her eyes widened. “Well, he does,” she said flatly. “I’m a little surprised that he didn’t tell you that. I mean, if you want a girl to blow three or four guys a day as a part of her job, it seems like you’d let her know that. I wonder why he didn’t do that.”

I swallowed. “He, he probably figured it didn’t matter.”

“Does it?” she asked.

“I, I don’t know,” I shrugged.

“Have you ever blown three guys in one day before?”

I nodded and admitted, “Yeah, I have.”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it,” she grinned, “because that’s a pretty normal day’s work here.”

I gulped as the realization of what I had agreed to set in. I felt a stab of terror sweep through me and I murmured, “Oh, God.” Becky looked at me strangely and

I tried to explain, “I, I knew I’d be blowing Joe, but I didn’t know about the customers.”

“Joe told me that you seem to really like sucking dick,” Becky said. “Is he right?” I thought about it for a moment before nodding. She smiled warmly. “So do I,” she confided. “I just love the feel of a hard cock in my mouth. Don’t you?” I nodded again. “Do you like cum?” she asked. I barely hesitated before nodding a third time. Becky licked her lips and smiled even more. “No wonder Joe likes you so much! You and I could be sisters!”
Just then, the door to Joe’s office opened and he stepped out. “Good morning, Suzy,” he greeted me. “Is Becky showing you around and filling you in on your duties?”

“Yes,” I gulped. “We were just discussing a part of the job I didn’t really know about.”

“Well,” he suggested, “Why don’t you come in my office and we’ll discuss any questions you have?” I followed his suggestion, walking into the office. He closed the door behind us and said, “I love your dress, by the way. It’s perfect.”

“Thank you,” I managed to smile.

He pulled down his zipper and said, “I’m glad to see you dressed properly for the job. One look at you in that dress and all I can think about is having you suck my cock.” Just so there was no mistaking his meaning, he pulled out his dick and leaned back against his desk.

“I, I thought we were going to discuss my questions,” I stammered.

“We will,” he replied, “as soon as you finish blowing me.”

“OK,” I surrendered, moving over to him and kneeling at his feet. His cock slid easily between my lips and I actually relaxed a little bit at the familiar feel and taste. For the next ten minutes, I didn’t have to worry about what I had gotten myself into—instead of worrying about showing my ass off to a roomful of strangers or blowing customers, all I had to do was concentrate on sucking Joe’s cock. It didn’t take long to lose myself in the experience, and long before he blew his load I was thinking only about how much I loved having him in my mouth.

As I swallowed his thick, sweet cum and licked my lips, Joe moved away, tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up. “Damn, you’re good at that,” he grinned. “You’re a helluva cocksucker.”

“Thanks,” I blushed, struggling to my feet.

“Have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward the sofa. I sat down, tugging on my skirt to try and avoid showing too much of my panties. Joe grinned at the effort.
“No need to be shy,” he said. “You’ve got a great ass. Don’t be afraid to show it off.”

“From what Becky said, I’m going to be doing that a lot,” I shot back.

“You are,” he nodded. “Is that what’s bothering you about the job?”

“A little,” I said softly, “but not as much as the other thing.”

“The other thing?”

“Becky said that you’re going to expect me to blow your customers.”

“Not all of them,” he said. “Only the ones who place orders big enough to earn it.”

“Is, is that supposed to make me feel better?” I asked sarcastically.

He shrugged. “I don’t really give a fuck if it does or not. It’s just a statement of fact. You’re here to reward the customers I deem worthy of your talents. You’ll suck whatever cock I tell you to suck, whenever I tell you to suck it.”

“And if I refuse?”

He laughed. “Didn’t Kathy discuss your situation with you? You have two options. Number one is accepting the job, doing what you’re told and doing it well. Number two is…well, I think Kathy told you what happens if you refuse.”

“She told me,” I said glumly.

“And based on the fact that you’re here, I assume you didn’t want that.”

“No.”

He grinned. “Have you changed your mind? Do you want to pick option two?”

“No,” I whispered.

“So, what happens when I call you in here and tell you to blow one of my customers?”

“I, I do it,” I whispered again.

“Tell me exactly what you’ll do,” he ordered.

“I, I’ll suck his cock. I’ll give him the best blowjob ever.”

“Because?” he asked.

I stared into his eyes. “Because, because I’m a whore.”

“Good girl,” he grinned. “Any more questions?” I shook my head. “Good, but I do have one.” I looked at him and waited, terrified of what was coming. He didn’t take long to follow up. “What happens if I tell you to let a customer fuck you?”

I gasped. “You, you wouldn’t do that, would you? I mean, if I pull down my panties…he’ll, he’ll see……”

“Obviously, I’m not going to have you do that unless I’m sure the customer will enjoy what he sees,” he cut me off. “Now, answer the question.”

I had to close my eyes and take a deep breath to stop the pounding in my chest. I didn’t even realize that I was answering him until I heard my voice say, “I, I’ll pull down my panties and let him fuck me.”

“Because?”

“Because I’m a whore,” I whimpered. “Because I’m your whore.”

“Perfect,” he grinned. “I love it when a bitch knows her place. Now get your ass back out there.” He moved back behind his desk, dismissing me.

I left his office understanding for the first time exactly how much trouble I was in. Accepting the job when I thought it meant servicing Joe whenever he wanted had been traumatic enough, but now it was clear that was just the tip of the iceberg. He was literally planning on pimping me out to anyone and everyone he wanted. Even worse, I saw no way out—“I have to do it,” I faced reality. “I have to suck and fuck whenever he tells me to. I, I have to be his whore.”
I was so shaken I barely noticed the man standing at Becky’s desk when I returned to the waiting room. “Here’s Suzy now!” Becky bubbled as I approached.

“Suzy, this is Mr. Williams. He’s one of our best customers. I was just telling him that this is my last week and that you’re replacing me.”

“Well, hello, Suzy,” the man leered. “I can see Becky’s job is in good hands.”

“Thank you,” I said, forcing a smile. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s even nicer to meet you,” he said, unabashedly running his eyes up and down my body. “Damn, Joe has good taste in secretaries!” Feeling like I was on display, all I could do was smile back at him. I found myself appraising his looks, and I had to acknowledge that he was actually pretty handsome. He was tall, muscular, and had an attractive, rugged face.

“I’ll let him know you’re here,” Becky interrupted. “Why don’t you have a seat and let Suzy get you some coffee?”

“Excellent,” he grinned. “Don’t forget the cream and sugar.”

As I walked to the coffee pot, I noticed Mr. Williams taking the seat that gave the most advantageous view of the area around the pot. “He obviously knows what kind of show he’s in for,” I thought. I bent over and picked up a cup and the pot, feeling his eyes on my ass. While I filled the cup and carefully added the cream and sugar, I thought, “I hope he’s enjoying the show. God, how humiliating this is.”

When I turned and walked the coffee over to him, his leer confirmed that he was definitely enjoying himself. “Thanks,” he said, taking the cup. “I’m going to have to tell Joe what a great job you’ve done welcoming me. I think you’re going to be a terrific replacement for Becky.”

I forced another smile and walked back to Becky’s desk, still feeling his eyes locked on my ass. As I approached the desk, another thought pushed into my consciousness: Kathy had said he was “one of our best customers”. “If that’s true,” I realized, “it probably means he’s one of the guys Joe sees as worthy of rewarding…and that means he’s probably planning on fucking me!”

My knees were shaking as Becky’s phone buzzed. She answered it and spoke briefly to Joe, then hung up and announced, “He can see you now. Suzy, why don’t you show Mr. Williams into Joe’s office?” I nodded and stepped toward the door. Williams almost jumped to his feet and quickly got behind me. As he brushed past me entering the office, his hand lightly ran over my ass, startling me. As he and Joe shook hands, I quickly backed out of the room and closed the door. “My, I think he really likes you,” Becky observed.

“I, I think so,” I gulped. I looked at her. “Is he…I mean, does he…I mean, do you….am I going to have to….”

“Blow him?” Becky laughed. “Oh, yeah. Like I said, he’s one of our best customers. He gets the special treatment, as we call it, every time he visits. I’m sure one of us is going to do him before he leaves.”

I swallowed hard and said a quick silent prayer before I said, “He, he’ll probably want you to do him since it’s probably his last chance to be with you.”

“Maybe,” she shrugged, “but I’ve done him so many times and he seemed so into you that I’m guessing he’s going to want to get to know you better.” Her phone buzzed and she picked it up with a surprised look on her face. “Already?” she asked, then smiled at the response. “Sure thing,” she smiled and hung up. “Damn,” she grinned, looking at me. “I think that’s a new record for fastest sale.” She handed me a contract that was lying on her desk. “He’s ready to sign and specifically asked that you bring the contract in. He’s not wasting any time!”

“Oh, God!” I gasped. “What do I do?”

“You take these papers in to get them signed,” she giggled, handing me a contract. “Then, you just do what comes naturally. Don’t worry, I’m sure Joe and Mr. Williams will help you.”

A huge part of me wanted to run for the front door, but down deep inside I knew that wasn’t an option, so I took the papers from Becky and walked to the door to Joe’s office. I paused and took a deep breath, thinking “There are two men in there waiting for me, and they expect me to let them use me. They, they expect to use me like I’m a whore! How can I go in there?” I took one last look at the front door, still thinking about running away, but my feet refused to move in that direction. Instead, my hand reached out and turned the doorknob. I felt like I had no control over my body: my lungs were refusing to work and I couldn’t breathe, but my legs were somehow moving forward, carrying me into Joe’s office. Joe and his customer were standing at the desk, smiling from ear to ear, clearly eager for me to join them. I closed the door and, as I approached them, they moved apart, creating an opening for me. I stepped between them and placed the contract on the desk. Joe flipped to the signature page and handed a pen to Williams. As Williams bent over to sign, Joe’s hand moved to my ass and squeezed. When Williams finished signing, he handed Joe the pen and stepped back. Joe signed, then handed me the pen. “Go ahead and sign as the witness, Suzy,” he smiled. I bent over and signed my name, acutely aware that Williams was now somewhere behind me, no doubt getting an eyeful as my dress rode up my ass. I completed the signing and straightened up, handing Joe the pen. He smiled and nodded, and then looked behind me towards where I knew Williams was. I turned, following his gaze, and saw Williams was standing in front of the sofa with his pants around his ankles. His tighty-whities were already bulging and he had a huge grin on his face. I looked back at Joe helplessly and he chuckled. “We have sort of a tradition,” he said calmly. “We like to celebrate when a big contract is signed. I think you know what to do now, don’t you?” I felt my head slowly nodding. “Then do it,” Joe ordered.

I forced myself to walk over to the waiting man and sank to my knees in front of him. As frightened as I was, my mind still registered the fact that the bulge in the white cotton looked huge. I felt a stirring in my panties as I reacted to the sight, and my hand moved to it, my long red nails tracing the outline of the erection. I looked up and saw Williams leering down at me. “I’ve wanted to feel those sexy lips wrapped around my dick since the first moment I saw you,” he said, “and that was before Joe told me that you’re even better at sucking cock than Becky.” I forced a smile and he added, “But you’re going to have to prove that.”
I nodded and swallowed, trying to calm my racing heart. My fingers moved up, gripped the waistband of his underwear and tugged them out and down, watching them slide down his legs until they joined his pants. When I looked back up, his cock was pointing straight at my face, and I gasped involuntarily at the sight. “Oh, God, it’s so gorgeous,” I groaned. My fingers wrapped around the long, thick shaft, my red nails contrasting with the white cock. “Oh, Jesus,” I whimpered as my libido started to take control of my body, easily overpowering any vestige of the fear I had felt before. I dipped my head and kissed the tip of his cock. He trembled slightly and I leaned in a little more, this time kissing his balls.

I ran my tongue up his shaft from his balls to the head of his cock, ending up with my eyes locked on his. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. He stepped back and sat on the sofa, spreading his knees. I crawled forward, his cock still in my hand and smiled as I realized how excited I had him. Since he had enjoyed it so much the first time, I repeated the process, kissing the tip of his cock, then his balls, then licking my way back up and kissing the tip again. This time there was a tiny drop of precum seeping out of his cock, which I flicked at with my tongue. Even that small taste was enough to kick my lust up enough that I couldn’t delay any longer—I slid him into my mouth and gently sucked while my tongue played along the vein. He groaned again, and the knowledge of how much he was enjoying my performance encouraged me even more. I sucked a little harder, swallowing a couple more inches of his meat while my free hand moved down to play with his balls. I slowly moved up and down the top half of his dick, not wanting to move too quickly. However he had other ideas and after just a minute or two I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pressed down, forcing me to swallow more of his cock, which was completely OK with me. He released me and I bobbed up, gulped some air and slid back down even further than he had pushed me, feeling his dick slide into my throat. I held that position until I needed air again, and bobbed up. I took several breaths this time while rubbing his dick on my cheek. When I had caught my breath, I started back down his rod, this time not stopping until my chin was resting on his balls. “Ohhhh, fuck,” I heard him whisper again as he realized I had swallowed his entire cock.
By now, I had gotten past any reluctance that I may have had when I entered the room. Whether or not I was a whore was no longer important or even a part of my thoughts. All that mattered, all that I could think of was the beautiful, wonderful cock fucking my mouth. It felt so good, and it tasted even better—I easily could have spent the rest of the day on my knees sucking his delicious cock. Of course, he had other plans—after only a few more delirious minutes, he again grabbed my face and started guiding the action, thrusting his hips to meet my lips. The next time he groaned he held my head still, then thrust his hips toward my face hard. I knew exactly what that meant and was completely prepared for the flood of semen that followed. I was thrilled to discover that his load was as thick, creamy and sweet as anything I had ever swallowed and I savored every drop as it oozed down my throat. When he stopped cumming, I continued to gently suck and lick his shrinking dick until Joe said, “I think he’s about done, Suzy. You can stop now.”

“Do I have to?” I asked. “I, I can keep going.”

Joe laughed. “I’m sure you can. But, Steve and I both have other appointments today. Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll be back next month to place another order.”

“Damn right,” I heard Mr. Williams say. “Jesus, I never thought you’d find a better secretary than Becky, but you may have done it.”

I couldn’t help smiling up at him. “Thank you,” I blushed, before kissing his limp dick one more time. I glanced at Joe who nodded toward the door, dismissing me, so I struggled to my feet and returned to the waiting room. Becky looked at me expectantly as I approached and I smiled at her. Seeing there was no one else in the room, I told her, “Mission accomplished.”

“Isn’t he delicious?” she asked knowingly.

“Oh, yeah,” I sighed.

“You’re lucky to get him on your first day,” she giggled. “Trust me, not all of Joe’s customers are so tasty.”

“I suppose not,” I nodded. “They couldn’t be.” We both giggled again, but cut off our comments as Joe’s door opened.

Joe walked Mr. Williams to the door and shook hands, and Williams promised (as much to me as to Joe, I think), “I’ll see you next month.”
When he was safely out the door, Joe said, “Excellent job, Suzy. You were great and Steve loved it. Just remember, though, that this is a workplace and we do have schedules to keep. Don’t be volunteering to go a second round, OK?”

“OK,” I blushed as I heard Becky giggle again.

Joe looked at Becky. “Who’s next on the schedule?”

“Bill Cable,” she replied, wrinkling her nose. “His appointment isn’t for another half hour, but he ALWAYS gets here really early, so he should be here soon.”

Joe laughed. “I guess he really likes our coffee. OK, well, we’ll let him enjoy it.”

“We always do,” Becky laughed as Joe returned to his office. After his door closed, she winked at me. “I guess you did like him,” she grinned. “Did you really offer to do him a second time?”

I blushed and shrugged. “Sort of.”

“Well, don’t worry, he’ll be back. I don’t think he’s missed a month since I’ve been here.”

Changing the subject I asked, “What about this next guy? It seemed like you weren’t looking forward to him.”

“I’m not,” she said, making a face. “In fact, I’m sorry, but I’m hoping he wants to try the new girl, too.” Before I could pursue the issue, I heard the outer door behind me open. I turned to see a short, grossly obese man waddle in. “Hi, Mr. Cable, it’s good to see you,” Becky said perkily. “This is Suzy, who’s going to be taking my job when I leave. Have a seat and she’ll get you a cup of coffee, while I let Joe know you’re here.” As he squeezed into a chair, I glanced back at

Becky, who again made a face, shrugged and mouthed, “He’s all yours.”

I moved to the coffee table and gave him his obligatory show, not surprised at all by his request for triple sugar and double cream. When I handed him the cup, his fingers “accidentally” brushed mine and he stared blatantly at the hem of my dress. Based on his rasping breathing, I’d have guessed he was either having a heart attack or an orgasm…or maybe both. I made my way back to Becky’s desk, knowing he was watching my ass with every step. We chatted quietly for a few minutes, as I tried to avoid thinking about the human blob ogling me and what might happen once he went into Joe’s office. Of course, he drained his coffee in record time and asked for a refill, so I had to give him a second show. If anything, he was even more blatant about staring at my legs as I handed him the second cup, and I suddenly knew that Becky was going to get her wish—the blob was going to want me to take the papers into Joe’s office. I decided my best course would be to take preemptive action, so when I got back to Becky’s desk, I leaned over and pretended to be interested in some documents in front of her. As I asked her about them, I leaned over more and more until I knew my panties and ass were clearly visible to the blob. I did my best to shift and wriggle, teasing him as much as I could until Joe finally came out and ushered him into his office. “What was that all about?” Becky asked as soon as the door closed. “It looked like you were trying to make the beast want you even more?”

I shrugged. “I figured I’m going to have to do him anyhow. Maybe if I teased him enough he won’t last very long.”

Becky laughed. “Well, he never lasts very long anyway—I suspect this is the only action he gets other than his hand. But, I have to admit, that’s probably a good plan.” She glanced at the clock. “I’d be surprised if it takes him more than five minutes to agree to a contract. He’d buy whatever Joe wants to get one of us in there sucking his dick.” Sure enough, in just a couple minutes, Joe was buzzing Becky’s phone, asking her to send me in with the contracts once she filled in the numbers he gave her. “Well,” she said, handing me the completed documents, “have fun…and remember when you’re done to pretend he has the nicest cock you’ve ever seen.”

Once again, the two men were waiting at the desk for me, and the signing followed the same pattern as before: first the customer signed, then Joe, and then I signed as the witness to both signatures. While Joe and I signed, Bill moved over to the sofa, and by the time I turned around, he was already sitting there with his pants off, stroking his tiny dick. “Oh, my!” I gushed, pretending to be surprised. “What do we have here?”

“We’ve got a hard cock that’s ready to meet the new secretary,” he leered. “Why don’t you come over and say hello?”

I glanced quickly at Joe who nodded slightly and then walked over to the sofa. From a standing position, I couldn’t even see Bill’s dick below his overflowing gut, but I managed to suppress my laughter and slowly dropped to my knees. “Hi,” I said to the tiny dick. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too,” Bill squeaked, waving his prick at me. “Want to shake hands?”

Again fighting the urge to laugh, I reached out replaced Bill’s hand with my own. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I’m more of a kiss hello than a handshake person. Do you mind?”

“N-n-n-o, not at all,” Bill croaked.

I leaned in and kissed his dick, then whispered, “Hello.” I looked up past the huge gut and saw Bill was sweating and licking his lips. “This won’t take long,” I thought to myself as I leaned in again. He fit easily in my mouth without threatening my throat. I forced myself to moan, feigning pleasure as I sucked him and prayed that my earlier tactics had worked. I needn’t have worried, because in under two minutes he was gasping for air. Thirty seconds later his cock twitched and jerked between my lips. After the delicious load I had gotten earlier, the sour, salty taste that now filled my mouth was revolting and I had to fight to avoid gagging as I swallowed it. Nevertheless, I managed to smile up at him and purr, “Oh-h-h, that was nice! God, I love your cock! Thank you for letting me do that!”

“Anytime,” he groaned, apparently believing I had enjoyed blowing him.

Continuing the act, I kissed his dick and said, “Goodbye, I hope to see you again soon” before standing up. I smoothed down my dress, and walked back to
Joe’s desk, knowing that Bill was staring at my ass yet again. Joe handed me the contract, winked and smiled his approval of my performance.
When I got back to Becky’s desk, she looked at the clock. “That may be a new record. I’d say your game out here paid off! By the way, there’s mouthwash in the restroom.” I made a beeline for the restroom and gratefully gargled away the taste of the foul semen. When I returned, Joe was at Becky’s desk going over some papers. Becky immediately told me, “Mr. Cable was looking for you when he left. He was kind of disappointed you weren’t here when he came out of Joe’s office. But I told him you were in the restroom and whispered that you said something about needing to take care of your horniness after your time with him, so he left feeling very proud of himself.”

“You didn’t!” I gasped. She smiled and nodded, letting me know she really had. “Oh, God,” I gasped, “now he’ll think I’m in love with him! What happens the next time he shows up?”

“You’ll just have a great time with Mr. Dreamboat,” Becky giggled. “Consider it my going away present for you.”

“Thanks a lot,” I groaned, sticking out my tongue.

“All kidding aside,” Joe joined in, “I know he’s not the most attractive guy that comes here, so I appreciated the way you treated him today, Suzy. You really made it seem like you were loving what you were doing and no doubt made his day. Good job.”

The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. We had several more customers and I gave the coffee table quite a workout, but as Becky explained, none of them were “good enough” customers to merit my “special services”. “Joe isn’t about to give his best inducement to guys who only give us small orders,” she explained. As quitting time neared, Joe buzzed, asked Becky to send me in to lock the door on her way out. Becky’s eyes sparkled as she observed on her way out, “Looks like it’s time for the boss to enjoy a little himself a little. Have fun!”

When I went in the office, Bill greeted me jovially. “Well, you survived your first day. That wasn’t too bad was it?”

“Not too bad,” I admitted. “One really nice cock and one not so nice.”

“Tell me something,” he said. “Was that really all an act with Bill? I mean, I could swear you really were enjoying yourself there for a while.”

I blushed and shrugged. “Well, most of it was an act…especially after he had his orgasm.”

“But before that?”

“Well,” I confessed, “it’s sort of like chocolates, I guess. Not all of them are great, but even bad ones are better than not having any at all.”

He laughed. “So sucking a bad cock is still better than not sucking any at all?” I blushed and nodded, making him laugh again. “OK,” he finally said, “so only one more duty for you today and then you can go home. All right?” I nodded again and he stood up. “Why don’t you take off your panties and bend over the desk for me?” he asked. “I really feel like fucking that hot little ass of yours.” Knowing his “request” was really an order, I did what he wanted, and he was soon probing my ass with his cock. “Do you have any idea how hot you are?” he asked while he pumped in and out of me. “Those great legs and your perfect ass balanced on those damn spike heels? You’ve had me wanting to do this all day.” I groaned a vague response and he went on, “And, don’t worry, when I give Kathy her report I’ll tell her what a great whore you are.”

“Kathy’s report?” I managed to gasp.

“Yeah,” he huffed. “She made me promise to give her a call and let her know how you did. She was afraid you’d hold back and wanted to make sure I wasn’t disappointed by your job performance.” He thrust harder into my ass, burying his cock completely inside me as he grunted, “I don’t think she has anything to worry about, though. It’s like you were born to be a whore.” He pounded my ass for a few more minutes before blasting his load into me and collapsing on top of me. After he caught his breath, he stood up, pulling his softening dick out of me and slapped my ass. “That was definitely worth waiting for,” he commented.
“I can’t decide whether I enjoy your mouth or your ass more. OK, bitch, you’re done for the day. You can pull your panties back up and get out of here.”

By the time I was able to recover and get my panties back in place, Joe was at his desk working, paying no more attention to me than the lamp in the corner of the office. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out his message: I was nothing more than an object, a piece of property to be used and then tossed aside until I was needed again. Kathy was waiting for me in the parking lot and looked at me curiously as I climbed into the car. “I saw Becky leave quite a while ago,” she pointed out while she started the car. “What took you so long?”

“I was busy,” I said curtly.

“Busy? Doing what?”

I looked over at her. “What do you think I was doing?” I snapped. “Joe was fucking me!”

“Oh,” she grinned. “Well, that sounds like a nice way to end your first day. How was the rest of it?”

“Do you know what you’ve gotten me into?” I asked. “Did you know that I not only have to fuck and blow Joe whenever he wants it, but I have to blow his customers, too?”

“Of course,” she shrugged. “You don’t think he’s paying you all that money just so you’ll blow him once in a while, do you? He could come to the house and get that for free. Why would he pay for it?” When I didn’t answer, she went on, “Sounds like you didn’t stop to think about that, huh? So, tell me, did you do what he told you to do?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Did he have you do anything you couldn’t handle? What was your day like?” Glumly, I recounted the day’s activities, from the coffee lessons to blowing Joe and his two customers to getting fucked on Joe’s desk. “My, my,” Kathy mused, “sounds like a fun first day. So you enjoyed blowing the first guy, but not the second? Was it awful?”

I shrugged. “He was a pig, his dick was pathetic and his cum tasted terrible, but I don’t think I’d call it awful.”

“So you’ll do him again the next time he comes in?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Good girl,” she said, patting my thigh. “Now, let’s get Joe’s view.” She used the Bluetooth sync program of the car’s radio to call Joe on her cell phone. When he answered, she said, “Hi, Joe. I’ve got you on speaker phone so Suzy and I can both hear your report. So, how did my little girl do on her first day?”

“She was great!” he replied enthusiastically. “First of all, she looked amazing! I love that dress! I got lots of comments from customers who loved the way she showed off that ass! Then, when it came time to suck cock, she was spectacular, as always. Hell, even when I had her blow my fattest, ugliest customer she went at it like he had the most wonderful cock she’d ever seen! When I asked her about it later, she told me that even sucking a bad cock is better than not sucking any cock. Suzy really is a terrific whore…I think she’s going to be perfect for this job!”

Kathy’s face was beaming. “Oh, I’m so glad! I knew she could be a great whore, but I was worried that she might let her fear hold her back. I’m so happy that she didn’t do that! By the way, I hear your customers weren’t the only ones who enjoyed Suzy’s talents.”

Joe laughed. “Hell, there’s no way I was going to have a hot bitch like that around all day and not take advantage of it. When I got my morning blowjob, I figured that would do it, but watching her prance around in that dress all day was more than I could take. I just had to fuck that ass.”

“Well, I hope you enjoyed it,” she teased.

“Oh, hell yeah,” he replied with a sigh. “In fact, I may have to start making that a regular part of Suzy’s duties. Knowing I’m going to get to fuck her at the end of the day might make the time pass quicker.”

Kathy looked over at me and I shook my head violently. She smirked and said, “That sounds like a great idea! Suzy is sitting here absolutely beaming about the thought of getting fucked every day!” The two of them chatted for a few more minutes, but I barely heard them as my anger and frustration boiled.

“Why did you do that?” I spat when she hung up. “Why did you tell him I wanted fucked every day?”

“Because you do,” she shrugged.

“No I don’t! I was begging you not to do that!”

She reached over and slid her hand up my thigh and under my dress to my crotch. “Maybe your head was saying no, but this cute little erection was saying yes!” she insisted. “I could see your panties bulging from all the way over here.” I didn’t need to look down to realize that she was, indeed, stroking my hard dick. “I know you don’t want to admit it,” she grinned, “but you do enjoy getting fucked. I think you enjoy that almost as much as you enjoy strutting around knowing that you’re making men want to fuck you.”

“No, no…” I tried to argue.

She laughed. “Oh, come on, Suzy. Be honest. When you were bent over that coffee table, knowing a man was staring at your ass, what were you thinking? What were you feeling? Tell the truth.”

I thought about it for a few seconds before admitting, “I, I did sort of like that. It was exciting thinking about how hard I was making those guys.”

“Thinking about how much they wanted to fuck you?”

“Yes,” I admitted, my voice cracking. “But, but I never pictured them actually doing it. I, I only thought about what it would be like to blow them.”

“I believe that,” she said. “I know how much you love sucking cock, so it’s natural that doing that would be the first thing you think about. But, doesn’t it make you feel so sexy and so feminine knowing that men actually want to fuck you? I mean, blowjobs are great and all, but knowing a man wants in your panties? Knowing he wants to fuck you like the horny little bitch you are? Knowing he sees you as a woman and wants to use you like one? Isn’t that just as hot and just as much fun?”

Somehow, the way she said it, especially while she was still gently stroking my erection through the panties and pantyhose made it sound so true and so exciting. “Yes,” I whispered.

“And when your panties are down around your ankles and a guy is staring at your naked ass and still wants to fuck you?” she asked. “When he sees you naked and still wants to use you as a woman? How exciting is it to know that you’re not hiding anything and he still sees you as a woman?”

“It…it’s nice,” I admitted weakly.

“Because then you know he really sees you as a fucking cunt,” she suggested. “Because then you’re not just pretending to be a bitch, you know you really have become one.”

“I, I guess so,” I surrendered.

“So having Joe fuck you really is something to look forward to? Because being his cunt is even more exciting than being his cocksucker?” I nodded. “You want to be a cunt, don’t you?” she pushed and I nodded again. “Say it,” she ordered. “When you say something out loud, it becomes much easier to accept.”
“I, I want to be a cunt,” I choked. “I, I want to be seen as a real woman. I, I want him to fuck me.”

“Good girl,” she smiled, pulling her hand away from my panties. “I think you’ve learned all the lessons you needed today. Now I know that when you go to work in the morning you’re going to be even better than you were today. You’re going to be the best secretary Joe has ever had!”

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