Melissa Ch3 - The Office Whore

by NiteWriter                                                                                                                      (February 2004)

In order to avoid more punishment and torture Melissa submits to Dan's orders and experiences her first day as the office slut. It turns out to be the most humiliating day of her life... so far.
(mf,oral,anal,humil)
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Melissa walked into the office Monday morning dressed exactly as Dan had instructed. The receptionist was the first to notice Melissa's revealing attire, as she walked through the lobby area. As she proceeded toward her boss's office, Melissa could feel the stares from the rest of the workers. Their eyes became fixed on her body. She felt so naked wearing this short black skirt that was half way up her thighs. And her blouse was cut down the middle exposing her breasts enough that she knew every man in the office would want to get a glimpse down her cleavage.

She immediately went into her office. Her boss looked up from his desk and couldn't help but stare. The silence seemed to last an eternity, as she wondered what type of comment he would make. Finally after what seemed like minutes had past he asked, "Is that because of what I said the other day?"

Melissa recalled his comment about wearing shorter skirts and how upset it made her.

"No," Melissa softly whispered feeling incredibly embarrassed in front of him. Certainly he was perplexed as to why she would be so annoyed last week and then show up dressed the exact way she so adamantly opposed. His eyes fixated on her body and Melissa felt as though they were burning through her flesh.

Her boss got up from his desk and walked across the office. "So why are you dressed like this?" He inquired.

Melissa knew she would be embarrassed today, but it was even worse than she had imagined. Her heart was beating like crazy and she was beginning to feel flushed. And to make matters worse, she was remembering Dan's instructions. 'You will submit to any man that wants you.'

Melissa sat down at her desk in an attempt to calm herself. But as she did, she momentarily forgot about her new skimpy attire. Her skirt rode up higher and exposed more of her gorgeous legs and thighs. Her boss was watching and taking in every second of her soft smooth flesh without trying to be too obvious, although he really wanted to continuing staring.

"Sorry Melissa, I didn't mean to stare." He apologized for his reaction.

"That's okay," Melissa replied. "I guess you like what you see?"

"Yes I do," he answered. "You've got a lot to like. I'm just surprised at the sudden change in you."

Her boss went back to his desk and Melissa settled in with her work.

Roughly a half-hour went by and the phone rang. Melissa answered as she always does. It was Dan. "Just answer yes or no." Did you let him fuck you yet?"

"No," Melissa replied.

"You didn't forget what to do, did you?" Dan asked.

"No, no I didn't," she answered quickly sensing that Dan was becoming upset with her.

"Next time he goes out of the office I want you to started playing with your pussy. And don't stop until he comes back and catches you." Then Dan hung up.

Melissa was beginning to break out in a cold sweat. How could she masturbate and let her boss catch her doing it? But if she didn't, she knew the consequences.

Melissa tried to work, but all she could think about was what Dan expected her to do when her boss left the office. It was going to be so humiliating. Melissa contemplated her actions and realized that the embarrassment would be a much better choice than Dan's punishment for disobeying.

Fifteen minutes later her boss pushed back from his desk and walked out. Melissa felt almost frozen in place knowing that she had better do as she was told. The thought of it was making her tremble. She was shaking.

She eased her chair back from the desk and spread her legs apart. Then leaning her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes. At first she just touched her pussy through her panties. Then, as she stroked herself a few times, she began fingering her wet slit while holding her underwear to one side. Ultimately, as she continued, she stuffed a couple fingers in and out of her cunt. It felt good and she could feel herself getting aroused.

A few minutes went by and suddenly she had this strange feeling that she was being watched. She opened her eyes. Her boss was right there.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.

Melissa felt like she was going to die right on the spot, as she quickly pulled her skirt down to cover herself. She was humiliated beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. In fact, it was even worse than she thought it might be. She didn't know what to say. She knew what Dan expected. She was supposed to fuck her boss. But did he want it too?

He stood there staring at Melissa, but she couldn't bring herself to look back at him. She was so embarrassed. "Looks like my secretary likes to be a naughty girl," he commented. "Do you do this all the time when I'm out of the office?" He asked, but not expecting an answer. "Don't let me stop you," he continued. "Go ahead,... play with yourself."

Melissa sat there trying to regain a sense of composure.

"C'mon, Melissa. Pull that skirt up and let me see you stuff a couple a fingers in that cute little pussy like you were doing."

Obviously, after catching her masturbating, he wasn't afraid of asking to see more. Again she recalled Dan's orders.

Melissa obeyed his request and slowly pulled her skirt up around her waist and wiggled two fingers all the way into her wet cunt.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, as she slowly began getting aroused again.

Her boss watched for a couple minutes, and then couldn't resist asking. "Is this just a show for me or do I get to join in?" He wanted desperately to touch his beautiful secretary's body.

It didn't seem to matter what happened at this point with her skirt up around her waist and pussy exposed to her boss, so Melissa blurted out. "Either fire me or fuck me."

A second later she heard the door lock. "Come out from your desk where I can see you better," he ordered. Her boss sat on the edge of her desk, as she walked from behind it and stood in the middle of the office.

"So you want me to fuck you?" He stated as a question. The adrenaline was flowing throughout Melissa's body. Her heart was beating faster and faster, as she waited to see what her boss would do next.

"I want to see the rest of that body that you've been hiding all these years. Take 'em off." He pointed to her skimpy clothes.

Humiliation was an understatement to say the least, as now Melissa had to strip in front of her boss. This almost seemed as hard to endure, as the torture that Dan had inflicted over the weekend. The only thing missing was the pain.

Melissa slowly unbuttoned the front of her blouse. When she opened it and exposed her firm bra covered breasts, she could see the expression of enjoyment on his face. She slipped the blouse down her arms and tossed it on a chair. Melissa then unzipped the side of her short skirt and slid it over her shapely hips down to the floor. She stepped out of it. One word came out of her boss's mouth...."FUCK!!!!"

There was a moment of silence again, as he gazed at her perfectly proportioned body. She was gorgeous. "Don't stop now," he eagerly coaxed. "Keep going... take it all off."

Performing a strip tease for her boss was absolutely excruciating. As her hands went to the clasps of her bra she was trembling, yet somehow she managed to unhook the catch and remove the cups from her full breasts. Her mounds were perfect, standing out firm from her chest with only a few slight marks from Dan's torturous play the day before that hadn't as yet disappeared.

Her boss got up and reached to touch them. Melissa closed her eyes and allowed him to feel and squeeze them. "Lovely," he whispered. "Just fuckin' gorgeous." He squeezed her firm tit flesh again and again unable to satisfy his need of feeling her soft delicate breasts.

"You know you've got my cock hard already," he excitedly whispered loudly, while reaching down to rub his crotch.

"Go ahead and finish," he instructed. "Let's see that pretty cunt again."

Melissa placed her fingers in the elastic of her panties and peeled them down her legs. Now she was naked in front of her boss.

"My God you got a fantastic body," he exclaimed.

"Get up on my desk and play with yourself again," he suggested. "You make me so fuckin' hot." Melissa thought surely that he would have fucked her right then. Making her masturbate again just prolonged the humiliating feeling that lingered inside. She thought, "Why doesn't he just fuck me and get it over with."

Melissa pushed some of the papers on his desk aside and wiggled her ass up on it, as she was told. She spread her legs apart and began fingering her pussy while he watched. He was rubbing his crotch and Melissa could see the bulge of his cock straining against his suit pants.

"So do you like showing yourself off like a little whore?" he asked. He was squeezing his cock through his pants and mumbling to himself, "what a slut."

When Melissa heard those words it cut right through her heart. All her life she had been a respectable secretary and a good wife and mother. Hearing her boss refer to her as a whore and a slut and listening how he spoke about her cunt was an attack on her self-respect. Placing her in the same class as a "whore" ripped at her insides when she heard it. Subconsciously she fought out telling herself that she was still a decent woman. But her actions were in conflict, as she sat naked on her boss's desk masturbating for him. The reality of the situation was telling Melissa that she was becoming exactly what she was being called, a slut and a whore.

As Melissa kept fingering herself, she became wetter and wetter. Her boss moved closer, stepping between her legs and looking down at her juicy pussy. "You're really fuckin' wet," he softly whispered, as he reached down stroking his fingers between her legs. "Need some help?" He then began teasing her clit with his fingers.

"Ohhhhh!! Melissa moaned out becoming even more aroused, despite how embarrassed she had become.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" he asked. "You like being a slut and showing off for me, don't you?"

His comment wasn't really true. Yes, she was aroused from her self-stimulation and what her boss was doing to her clit. But she felt so degraded. How would she face him after they were done? She would always be a slut to him and probably want her performing this way from now on.

Her clit was beginning to throb, as he manipulated it in his fingers. Her arousal was growing in intensity. At the rate they were going she knew that eventually she would have an orgasm.

He reached with his other hand and grabbed her breasts, first one then the other, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. They were still sore from yesterday, but it still sent chills throughout her body. He was bringing her closer to cumming.

"Fuck Melissa," he moaned out. "You're making me so damn hard for you. You're husband is a lucky man having such a sexy woman."

The unfortunate truth was that she didn't act this way with her husband. Their relationship was very ordinary with only an occasional night of sex. There was nothing even remotely close to sexual activity this erotic and spontaneous.

Melissa was getting so turned on from her boss playing with her clit and mauling her breasts that she instinctively felt for his cock through his trousers. He was rock hard and she could tell he was pretty big too, much larger than her husband. She grabbed it and squeezed it.

"I know you want to fuck me," she blurted out. "So do it. Put your big cock in me."

Her boss backed away, quickly unbuckled his suit trousers and removed them along with his underwear. His cock was huge, maybe ten inches. He was much bigger than Melissa's husband's. He moved back between Melissa's legs, positioning his hard shaft at the entrance to her cunt. As Melissa lay there waiting to feel his hard stiff tool enter her body, she could only think of her husband. His cock was the only one she'd ever had. She never dreamed of cheating on him. She was very content with her marriage and knew her husband felt the same. What would he think of her now? She was forced into this situation and here she was naked on her boss's desk waiting for him stuff his cock into her pussy.

Melissa's wandering mind quickly returned to the present when she felt her boss push forward and his rigid shaft penetrated her slit. "Ohhhh, fuck...," he moaned out. "Your cunt feels so good, Melissa."

Melissa whimpered from the quick force of his big cock entering her body and stretching her cunt. Tears formed in the corner of her eyes, as she knew she was allowing herself to sink deeper into this dark world of being a slut to satisfy and service men's cocks.

Her boss began fucking, stuffing her pussy hard, and ramming his cock in and out, as she lay there taking it. She felt so used, almost as if being raped. She could feel him inside her body. His cock opened her cunt much more than her husband. He was so big and it was so arousing to feel his stiff shaft scraping over her already hardened clit. He kept pumping her cunt over and over, stuffing it all the way in and making her feel so good.

Why did it feel so good? Oh my God, what was happening she thought? "No... No... No...," she was subconsciously yelling at herself. "This can't be happening..... He's gonna make me...." Then just as she was about to cum... he pulled out.

Melissa looked up to see why he backed away leaving her with this empty feeling. Her near orgasm rapidly came to a halt. He grabbed her arm. "Get up honey and turn around," he instructed helping her stand and then bend over his desk. Then in an aroused desperate voice commented, "My wife doesn't like me using her ass." He then quickly wiggled his hard pussy juice covered cock between Melissa's asscheeks. He used both hands to spread her soft flesh apart to place his cock on her tight little puckered bunghole.

"What are you doing," Melissa gasped out looking over her shoulder. "Not there. I've never done that." Her chest was pressed into his desktop and her ass was in perfect position for her first anal. "Don't stop me Melissa... Please," her boss begged in a frenzy, knowing he was seconds away from assfucking his beautiful blonde secretary.

A flash went through Melissa's memory recalling Dan's words from yesterday. She was to do ANYTHING her boss or any man wanted. She knew that if she didn't allow this, Dan would somehow find out. The way he tortured her breasts was so painful and she couldn't go through that again.

She heard her boss's tone being more insistent, "C'mon Melissa, I want your ass!!!!"

Despite her reluctance, Melissa gave in knowing that there really was no choice. "Okay... Do it! Fuck my ass."

She could feel her boss grab his rigid cock and begin applying pressure against her anal hole. He pushed forward, trying to stuff it in.

"Don't hurt me," Melissa whimpered out, feeling her asshole stretching open. He pushed harder against her tight anus driving himself forward, until the head of his cock forced Melissa's back hole open and disappeared into her cute bottom. "AHHhhhhhhhh," Melissa moaned out. "It's so big... it's so big."

He placed his hands on each of Melissa's soft asscheeks to keep them spread apart. He pushed again. His stiff piece of cockmeat began entering Melissa's ass and slid deeper and deeper into her rectum.

"Oh fuck, Melissa... you're so damn tight," he blurted out enjoying the feel of his first anal fuck.

Melissa was moaning too, as she felt his rock hard cock traveling up her anal chute and making her ass feel so full.

Finally his shaft was completely buried inside Melissa's ass. He then grabbed her around the waist. Sensing what was about to happen, Melissa grabbed hold of the edges of his desk. Her boss began fucking, backing his cock out and stuffing it back in. "Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhh, "Melissa cried out each time he rammed it through her anal orifice. He assfucked Melissa for a couple minutes, stuffing his cock in and out faster and harder. And Melissa just let him have his way.

She knew he was getting close to an orgasm and assumed he would shoot his load in her rectum. But instead, she was surprised and shocked when he pulled out completely and demanded. "Get on your knees, whore." He was in a frenzy now. His cock was engorged and ready to explode. The intensity of ass fucking his pretty secretary, coupled with it being his first time, was more than enough to spark the dirty filthy desires stored up inside him for so long.

Melissa stood up, turned around and did as she was told. She knelt down before her boss. His cock was sticking straight out and was covered with a glistening residue. Melissa instantly got this sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, seeing all that slime covering his hard shaft. She just knew what he was expecting.

"Suck it," he ordered. "That's what dirty sluts like you do, right? You love sucking filthy cocks."

The way he was talking made Melissa feel that she was no longer his secretary doing him a sexual favor. She was being treated like nothing more than a cheap whore that he might pick up on a street corner. Melissa wondered if even they would do something as disgusting as this. She could smell the odor of her own ass, as he pushed his cock closer to her face.

Melissa grabbed the hard dirty thing in her hand and began jerking it. Despite every instinct to refuse doing such a vile act, she slowly moved it to her lips. "That's it," he desperately moaned. "Suck it. Make me cum."

Melissa obeyed by taking it through her lips and then deeper and deeper into her mouth. The foul taste of her ass immediately registered in her brain and she wondered how she could allow herself to be defiled like this. Her boss placed his hands to her head and proceeded to buck his hips back and forth to fuck his pretty secretary's face.

"I don't believe this," he moaned out. "All this time I thought you were a stuck up bitch. Now it turns out you're a hot little cocksucker after all. My God Melissa, you're such a slut. Suck it!! Suck it!! Clean it off you filthy little whore."

Melissa just couldn't get used to hearing herself being called a whore and a slut. She was a respectable loving wife and a qualified secretary. But it was obvious her boss had a different opinion of her now.

Melissa kept bobbing her head up and down his rigid shaft. She had completely cleaned off every bit of her own ass slime that had covered it. Finally, her cock gobbling skills aroused her boss to the point that he couldn't take anymore.

"Oh fuck," he yelled out. "I'm gonna cum.... Suck my cum you fuckin' whore."

A second later his cock was throbbing and spurting thick white cream into Melissa's mouth. She felt the first massive stream forcefully gush from his cock, hitting the roof of her mouth and then splash all over dropping onto her tongue. Then again she felt it spasm, not once but a couple more times, and more thick wads of cum burst from his cock. By the time he finished her mouth felt flooded with the white cream.

He looked down at his secretary kneeling before him, knowing that she was holding his load in her mouth. He pulled his cock out and quickly ordered,
"Don't spit it out. Swallow it."

Melissa looked up at her boss. She couldn't believe how much cum was inside her mouth. She moved her tongue around in the freshly ejaculated sperm, feeling how thick and slimy it was. She had never swallowed cum before. In fact, she wouldn't even allow her own husband to shoot into her mouth.

Again she looked up at her boss. She knew what she had to do. As he watched, he could see the obvious expression of a woman swallowing for the first time. "GULP!!!!" Her throat flexed and she forced herself to eat his massive load of cockcream.

"Good girl...," he blurted out excited to know that his hot sperm was sliding down her pretty throat.


A few minutes later, they both got dressed and Melissa excused herself to visit the ladies room.

When she returned to the office her boss was waiting by her desk. "Listen, I like my new secretary. You're so much better than the nasty bitch you used to be." Melissa looked down at the floor. She was so embarrassed that she couldn't look at him. "So is this the new Melissa?" he asked touching her chin waiting for her to answer.

"Yes," she timidly responded, knowing that somehow Dan would find out if she didn't continue acting like a slut.

"Good,... good..." her boss mumbled. "I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun from now on."

"By the way," he continued. "Before you get back to work, I was on the phone with Mr. Andrews down the hall. His secretary is on vacation this week. I told him what a great job you just did for me. I worked it out for us to share you this week, if you know what I mean? You can see him after lunch. Besides, I'll be gone for the rest of the afternoon anyway."

Melissa was in shock but answered, "Yes Sir," and stared down at the floor yet again, realizing that her days as an office whore were just beginning.

Melissa was about as devastated as any woman could get. Her boss was offering her sexual services to another of his executive friends. She didn't feel like a secretary anymore and she knew that from now on she probably never would. She felt like a slut and she knew there was nothing she could do about it.

Melissa decided to skip lunch. She had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, obviously a result of her extreme humiliation. She also couldn't face her friend Susan in the lunchroom, not to mention everyone else. What would Susan say about her new office attire?

Melissa waited until two o'clock to follow her boss's orders and report to Mr. Andrews. It was no surprise what he wanted. After a few minutes of unnecessary idle chat, she had another executive cock pumping her pussy and ass. Ultimately, she swallowed her second load of cum.

Melissa wandered half-dazed back to her office. How could this be happening to her? Thank God it was nearly time to go home. She closed the door to the office and sat at her desk, head in her hands, crying and wiping her eyes. Then the door opened. It was Dan.

"Looks like you had a great day," he chuckled knowing what she had gone through.

"Why?... Why are you doing this to me?" She sobbed.

"STOP CRYING!!!" Dan blurted out not interested in her feelings.

"You know I'm rather annoyed at you," he continued with his stern reprimanding tone.

Melissa instantly stopped the tears and peered at Dan with a questioning look.

"What's wrong," she asked. "I did what you wanted. Look at me. I'm dressed like you said and I let two men use me today. I didn't refuse anything." Melissa explained becoming fearful of what Dan was thinking.

"I know you did," Dan answered. "But you didn't pay attention over the weekend. I told you no bra, no panties, and a see-through top. Didn't I?"

Melissa's facial expression became cold and flushed, as she sat there silent. She stared down at her desk hanging her head mumbling. "No... No.. No..."

"Don't be upset, Dan continued. "I'm going to help you with your memory tonight."

Melissa's heart began racing when she heard Dan's remark. She knew he would punish her. "Please Dan, I did as you asked. I promise I'll dress like you want tomorrow. I promise."

"Of course you will. I'll see to it," Dan responded.

"And one more thing," he continued. "Get on the phone and call up to that bitch friend of yours Susan before she leaves. Invite her to your house tonight. And I don't want to hear any excuses, just make sure she's there. I'll see you both later around seven-thirty."

Dan walked out of the office.
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continued in Melissa Ch4 - Preparing Another Slut

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