With the Castlereagh contract on our plate, I decided it would be
best to cut Lucy's training short right now, since I did, after all,
have a company to run and a crust to earn, and I had enough initial
programming in place to get pretty much what I wanted when I wanted
it, so Wednesday morning saw me back at my desk.
Of course, it also saw Lucy kneeling under my desk with her cock
in my mouth at 8.30 which was an addition to my schedule that
certainly got the day started well.
Jeff joined me at 8.32, hard on Lucy's heels, the selfish sod
pushing the indicator on the door to engaged as he came through, to
make sure he got to watch the performance alone.
"Looks like our recruit is making herself useful," he
commented as he watched her head bobbing enthusiastically in my lap.
"Oh, indeed," I grinned, pushing myself deeper into her
throat, "yes indeed."
"I got an email about the Castlereagh Contract yesterday
afternoon," he went on, his voice full of curiosity, "I
was surprised that Rich managed to make a decision so quickly -
there were sixty pages in the tender to read, after all."
Lucy's tongue and hands were making talking difficult at that
point, so I just turned my screen to face him. On it were the
thumbnails of yesterday's pictures.
I heard him whistle, over the top of my groans of pleasure, as he
clicked through a series of twenty photographs showing our new
Organisational Psychologist happily getting her arse royally reamed
by a thick ten-inch prick.
"Oh yeah, I can see how that might have tipped the scales in
our favour, boss."
"YES!" I exploded, more, it must be admitted because I
was busily shooting my load down Lucy's throat than in answer to
Jeff. Lucy zipped me back up and stood.
"Will that be all, Master?"
I was about to let her go when Jeff interrupted.
"Did you enjoy having Rich Castle fuck your arse,
Lucy?"
"Oh, yes sir, I've always craved..."
"Hush, Lucy," I snapped, and she stopped, instantly,
blushing as she realised what she was about to say. I told her to
leave, and turned to Jeff.
"Don't push your luck, Jeff."
"Huh? I just wanted to see if she is really the slut she
appears or whether you're blackmailing her. I'm you're right-hand
man, boss, I have a right to know, surely?"
"We had an arrangement that I'd bring you up to speed
tomorrow night. Oh well, if you want to know now, I'll tell you.
Pity you'll miss out on the side entertainment, but..." I
shrugged. It was clear, however, that his thirst to know needed to
be quenched right now. I gave him a brief rundown that made the
smile spread across his face. Embittered as he was at his treatment
by a series of women with minds of their own, he was obviously
tickled by the idea of making one into a toy who could be activated
by key phrases while she remained bright, intelligent and bolshy
when not under orders.
"Do you plan to share?" he asked.
"To an extent," I replied. "She's my slut,
but I don't object to other people playing with her, as long as they
don't fuck things up for me."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning that I do the programming, and you - and
whoever else I choose - can take advantage of it once its done. For
instance..."
He tilted his head and looked at me.
"Why don't you take her to the park for lunch, later? Choose
a quiet spot. If you say "tits2, Lucy" to her, I can
guarantee you something more interesting than sandwiches to eat.
When you've had enough, 'Cover up, Lucy' will do the trick."
I should have known he couldn't wait. I walked into the photocopy
room an hour later to find Jeff with Lucy's left boob in one hand,
sucking hard on her right nipple. I wondered why she was whimpering
so happily, until I remembered that Jeff's age would put him into
her 'most desired' category. She was obviously wet and wild for
fucking. I wondered if he'd been feasting on her flesh ever since he
left me. "Get back to work, Jeff," I ordered. He went
quickly, probably figuring that he'd overstepped the bounds
somewhat.
I looked at my slut in sweet disarray, and asked, "Do you
need to be fucked, Lucy?"
"Always, when you are near, Master," she murmured.
I ripped her panties off her, and had her there against the wall,
coming in just a few slamming strokes. Since she couldn't come
without my order, she begged me to let her. I refused, and continued
to refuse while she cleaned me.
I looked down at her, and murmured "Come now, Lucy".
She didn't move, but she began to shake and gasp, little panting
cries coming from her throat, and her juices starting to trickle
down her legs to drip onto the floor in front of her knees. Her eyes
were closed, but tears trickled from the corners of them.
"What a lovely slut you are," I said, and left her
there, kneeling and coming with her tits on show for anyone who
walked in. It took 5 minutes for a small crowd to form, and fifteen
more for me to take pity.
They dispersed as I walked through, but I heard hasty zippings,
so I wasn't surprised to see the upturned face and naked tits marked
with more than one load of come, while the orgasm still gripped her.
"Stop now and cover up Lucy" I commanded.
Exhausted and humiliated beyond all measure, she burst into noisy
crying, lying on the filthy floor.
"They wanked all over me, Master" she sobbed, "I
couldn't stop coming, and they got out their disgusting pricks and
wanked, then they covered me in their vile spunk."
"Lucy," I snapped, "company policy demands that
when you are covered in spunk you go to the ladies and wash."
Her clothes were filthy too. I strode to the stores and pulled out a
pair of overalls. "change into these," I told her kindly,
"fix your makeup and wait in my office. You can go home soon
and put on a clean uniform."
The men were at tea break. I went to the canteen, and saw them
shuffle defensively in their seats.
"What do you expect, when..." Doug began.
I laughed. "Boys, you were perfect!"
I saw them smile with relief.
"However," I went on, "I can't have you wasting
time like that. Fifteen minutes off lunch today."
Rob, the joker in the pack piped up - "Well, why not replace
tea break with jerk-off break from now on? I feel much readier to
put my all into my work after that."
I grinned. "An idea worth considering, Rob, watch your
inbox."
I left them laughing and went back to Lucy in my office. She
looked beautiful with her tear-stained eyes, lost in the overalls,
and as I sat beside her she reached out, as she had to touch me. I
took her hand.
"Lucy," I said, seriously, "you shouldn't speak
about your colleagues like you just did. My men just paid you an
enormous compliment, showing you what a sexy slut they thought you,
and you called them disgusting and vile."
"But, Master, they treated me like a cheap whore, and I
couldn't do anything to stop them."
"Lucy, sweetheart, what do you expect them to treat you
like, when you are kneeling half-naked in a pool of your own
come?"
"I don't like it, Master. I'm not a slut or a whore, not
except for with you."
"That's a pity Lucy, because company policy dictates that
every morning at ten-thirty, you should strip to your bra and
panties and lie on the table in the centre of the garden behind the
factory."
"Yes, Master."
"Company policy dictates furthermore, that while you do so,
you should masturbate yourself. You will reach orgasm almost
immediately, but will keep stroking yourself to maintain it for
fifteen minutes. The men will be informed of this, and invited to
watch and wank. Since it is a compliment, you will, of
course, thank them for their spunk. It will be good for morale, and
morale is part of your job."
"Yes, Master." She hung her head. I knew she'd do it,
though she'd burn with shame.
"One more thing Lucy."
"Yes, master?"
"After the wank-break, company policy dictates that you
remove your underwear before you wash, and wear your uniform without
underwear for the rest of the day."
"Yes, Master."
"Now, you can go home and change, if you like Lucy. Be back
at one."
"Yes, Master."
As she left, I composed a company-wide mail to confirm the new
break arrangements. When I left my office to go to lunch, they gave
me three cheers.
Company policy dictated many things over the next few months -
that the most productive employee every week would get a blow-job
from Lucy at the weekly operations meeting - which was held in the
factory under an A1 poster taken from the 'Lucy with cucumber'
collection -- that staff members having a birthday got to eat their
cake from her cunt as she laid naked on their desk, and that anyone
forced to work at a weekend would have Lucy drop in for an hour at
lunchtime in case he 'needed anything' where the anything that all
staff members could demand from her included "tits2",
"fingerfuck", and "deepthroat."
Productivity increased by 30% and the men jumped at the chance to
do overtime.
By the time Lucy had been with the company for six months all
forty of the men had experienced the delight her tongue and lips on
their throbbing cocks at least once, and felt her drive her cunt
onto their fingers, spasming to orgasm around them. It wasn't
surprising I had the most satisfied staff in the world.
Her best remained mine, however. Apart from the daily morning
cock-sucking, which she delivered with skill and enthusiasm, I made
her beg me to take her at least once a day in full view of the
entire staff, finally bending her forward over her desk to fuck her
lovely arse, or allowing her to strip and mount me eagerly as I sat
at lunch once she had pleaded enough for me to "fill your slut
with your beautiful cock master, before the fire in my cunt burns me
up". I loved hearing the lascivious moans of the men as she
rode me wildly, her tit in my mouth and her screams of "Oh GOD!
Yes, Master" echoing off the walls, or their murmured
"Fuck her harder, boss" as I buried myself to the hilt
between her rosy cheeks
She was my plaything outside work too. I'll never forget the
looks on the faces of the men at the country club when whispered
into her ear "come now, Lucy" as we danced in the middle
of the floor. Dressed in a long white dress that clung like a second
skin, I kissed her while she clung shaking and writhing sinuously
against me to the silky strains of Sade. I'll never forget the
invitations I got from their wives afterwards either.
I'd had her move in with me in her second week, so I had her
close at hand whenever I wanted her, and my evenings were made
complete by listening on the extension while she described to Bill
down the phone, weeping with shame, the various indignities each new
day brought her, detailing her humiliation at her wanton behaviour
and her inability to control it. Bill always knew I was there, Lucy
had been instructed not to realise.
"Everyone was watching, but it didn't seem to matter,"
she told him, after a memorable evening with my poker school,
"I was sat on Master's lap, and he pushed up my top to play
with my tits, and I it felt so fucking GOOD, that I just sat there,
moaning and wriggling, my nipples hard as marbles and my cunt
bubbling, and pleaded with him to suck me, lick me, use me any way
he wanted to. He called me his cock-hungry little slut and told all
the men how wet I was for him, and when he asked me to, I walked
round and took each of their hands and put them on my cunt so they
could feel for themselves."
"How did that make you feel?" Bill asked, the old
darlin'
"Proud! I felt proud that my master's friends knew I was his
whore, and I was wet and horny for his cock. But now, when I think
back on it, I feel like some filthy degraded piece of trash."
"And did he fuck you then, Lucy, with them watching?"
His voice was breathless, and I reckoned he must be picturing the
scene with his tongue hanging out.
"Y... yes, Bill."
"Was there anything else?"
"I..."
"What did you do?"
"I sucked them all off, Bill, all eight of them, before he'd
fuck me, and I came the whole time I was doing it, then I spread my
legs wide and begged for my master to fuck me till I screamed. I'm
such a dirty slut Bill, I can't look at myself in the mirror!"
"Oh God!" I was quite sure my old pal was wanking
himself silly as he listened to this.
"What makes me behave like this Bill? I'm an intelligent
woman, with a mind, yet I abase myself, and do the most depraved,
disgusting things -- in PUBLIC for Christssake, and I like it while
it's happening."
"You don't like it, sweetie, you love it, and you know it.
You're right Lucy, you have a mind. Think about the situation. What
does that mind tell you?"
"It tells me I'm his whore Bill, I'm his bitch in heat, and
one part of me hates it, but another part, a bigger part tells me
all the time how much I love his cock and the way it makes me feel
and that it's worth doing anything in the world to have it inside of
me. "
"Then listen to the bigger part, Lucy. You're a slut and a
whore and a bitch in heat, and you love every minute of it, and
that's okay. Maybe you were born just to be James' sex-toy. Maybe
the bad feelings are just a hangover from your upbringing getting in
the way of your true happiness .Just remember, whenever you feel
bad, or ashamed, I'm always here for you."
"Yes Bill."
"Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, Bill."
"And will you sleep?"
"Just as soon as I've persuaded him to fuck me just once
more. Or maybe twice if I'm lucky. Thanks Bill."
"Goodnight, you sweet, hot little bitch." I grinned as
I heard him say it. She accepted that without a word - didn't even
notice it. She was so used to the terms now that they might have
been her name.
"Goodnight Bill."
He laughed as she hung up. "You've got her not knowing which
way is up James, you old bastard. Keep her like that -- I LOVE these
calls." then he too hung up with another laugh.
Of course, once Bill had had his nightly jollies Lucy would come
to my bed, and tease me to hardness with her tongue, then slide and
rock herself urgently on the hardness of my prick, my sweet, shamed
but shameless little slut, till I told her she could sleep, which
she did, always, lying on my chest, with my cock still buried deep
inside her.
It made it easier for her to start work as soon as she woke. I'm
all for efficiency.
