Best Office Slut

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Anonymous said:

Hey, slut, I wanted to submit a request, but I had no idea how to do it anonymously 🙁 Anyways I wanted to request a story about a work Holiday party. The girl shows up in a fitted king dress (a bit of a fancy party), and she gets fucked by her manager or co-worker. You’re so creative I can’t cum up with more ideas. I’m sure you get the hint. Can’t wait to see what you put together.

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Best Office Slut

I hadn’t been working at Nakashima and Associates for long when I was put in charge of planning the big company party. It wasn’t supposed to be a Christmas party since that wouldn’t have been politically correct. It was supposed to be called a Holiday Party. I was in charge of sending out all of the invitations to the associates and their families. It was a law office, and honestly, all of the men were so uptight. I was used to being flirted with and asked for sexual favors. Still, at this office, all of the men were so professional that I started to doubt my feminine abilities.

I dressed relatively sexy for work, rolling into the office in skirts that were too short and tops that revealed way too much of my fake tits. I thought that if I dressed sexy enough, the men would eventually give me the attention I wanted. I was used to drawing stares everywhere I went, so it was odd that my workplace wasn’t like that.

I gathered the party invitations and circulated through the office, handing a crisp cream envelope to each of the male associates. One woman, Janet Tonawanda, worked in the office and couldn’t tell what she thought of me. I handed her an invitation, and she barely looked up when she muttered, “thank you.”

As I walked away, I heard Janet say something in Japanese to another associate, and they laughed. They were always doing that to me, speaking in Japanese to each other so I wouldn’t know what they were saying. Sometimes it made me feel stupid, istanbul travesti but I chose to keep a smile on my face. I would never let them know it bothered me.

I skipped back to my desk and took note of the instant RSVPs from all of the associates. Even Janet got back to me right away. These lawyers were so on top of their messages that I barely had to work. My job was simply to transfer phone calls to the right associate or take messages, which I hand-carried to each of their desks to make sure they received them, just as my boss had asked me to do.

The phone rang. I picked it up. “Nakashima a short, ruffled skirt in stark white and the top a bubble-gum pink cropped knit with a keyhole cutout to show off my breasts. Both the top and skirt were tighter and more revealing than they should have been, so I decided to wear a bra against my better judgment. Since I’d gotten my implants, I rarely wore a bra unless I was at work. I paired all of this with some iridescent silver heels that shimmered in the light as I walked.

I knew that my outfit didn’t look like I’d spent a total of $200 on it. Still, I needed the extra money, and my outfit was sexy enough that it more than made up for the fact that it wasn’t exactly a fancy party dress. Men didn’t know anything about fashion most of the time, anyway. I made my way to the curb to wait for the ride I had called. I was planning on drinking on Mr. Nakashima’s dime and wanted to be responsible by not driving.

When I arrived at the party, it seemed like no one even noticed me. I made my way to the open bar to grab a drink, and not a single person stopped me to say hello. No one stared at my tits or even tried to flirt with me. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone. To my amazement, I noticed that my co-workers all looked exactly the same as they did at the office. They were all wearing the identical suits they had worn earlier in istanbul travestileri the day. Only now they were toting their families along with them.

I realized that I had made a few mistakes planning the party, one of them being the D.J., who went by Ultra Retro. The associates and their families seemed to despise the nineties music, which was freely flowing. I hoped that the booze would remedy the situation. If everyone got drunk, then maybe they would all forget that I had planned this shit show of a party.

I went to the open bar and got my drink. To my horror, I realized that not many of the associates were drinking. I hadn’t spotted Mr. Nakashima yet, but I was sure he would be angry when he saw the dark, empty dance floor. I glanced around, hoping he hadn’t decided to fire me. There were even some children present, which I realized was my fault as well. I should have indicated that this was an adult activity and to get a babysitter.

Wives and mothers huddled close together, trying to make conversation over the loud music. The associates looked like they were in hell, and maybe I had overestimated their attachment to their families. I decided that I could correct the problem by announcing that there would be a private party for associates and employees after the party. Obviously, none of the wives wanted to be there, and the children didn’t look any more enthusiastic. Mr. Nakashima had planned on giving out a few awards at the end anyhow. I would fix everything!

I made my way up the D.J. and asked him for the microphone so I could make an announcement. He handed over the mic, and I greeted everyone with as much enthusiasm as I could muster.

“Hello everyone! I’m Kate Saunders. Welcome to the Holiday Party for Nakashima doing what felt suitable for him, I took the full force of Jin’s cock between my legs. I came again, screaming into my duct tape. A few more associates travesti istanbul fucked me before they realized that I wasn’t exactly an unwilling prisoner. They pulled the tape from my mouth so I could suck their Asian dicks with my slutty, white mouth.

“This is why we hired you,” one of the associates said, but I couldn’t tell which one had said it. It didn’t matter. This wasn’t why I had taken the job, but I should have known that my slut habits were die-hard. I would never be able to escape my slutty past, not with my big, fake tits and the plastic surgery on my cheekbones, lips, and chin. I looked like a fuck doll, and that was why I was being treated like one.

They had my top pulled up and my bra off so they could see my tits. Hands grabbed them from every direction. My skirt was still on my body, but it was pulled up so far that I might as well have been naked. I wasn’t embarrassed. I finally felt like I was free and didn’t have to pretend to be a real secretary anymore. This was why they had really hired me.

They finally untied me from the chair, and we began to fuck right there on the nasty, old carpet in the banquet hall. I knew it was getting late, but there were still several more men from the office that wanted their turn in one of my holes. I was letting them fuck me in the ass now, taking cocks three at a time.

“I never knew she was this big of a slut,” Janet said with a curt laugh.

“Why are you just watching, Janet?” I taunted her. I wondered if she was just taking notes to decide if she wanted to be a slut like me or whether she was attracted to me and wanted a turn.

“Oh, I’m next, Best Office Slut!” Janet laughed.

“I can’t wait,” I giggled and then came on the cocks in my pussy and ass.

Janet insisted on being last, which I thought was strange. The rest of the associates were back in their clothes, waiting for Janet to give them the girl-on-girl finale. It was definitely getting late, and the hotel employees had already come to the door a few times to warn us that our time in the banquet hall was almost up.

“Sit here.” Janet pointed to the chair I had been sitting in when they tied me up.