The next day, I dressed as I'd been instructed in full skirt and a button-up blouse. My bra had a front clasp, and I wore stockings and garters instead of pantyhose. The feeling of the silk on my legs was enough to keep me distracted, and the thought of what my boss might have in store for me that day kept me wet. He hadn't said anything about panties, so I didn't wear any, and the breeze up my skirt on my walk from the subway to the office had me constantly blushing. I was sure that everyone could see what a little slut I was, and I liked it.
When I entered the office, I immediately sought out the man who had satisfied me as no other had ever been able to do. I was disappointed to learn that he was in a meeting with a new client, so I went instead to my own office and logged onto the system to try to keep myself distracted with work until he came and found me. Instead of working, though, I ended up chatting with my online friend again. The man who had started it all the day before was wondering why I'd left so abruptly. Aroused at the memory of what had happened, I told him the entire story. He was so pleased at what a good little slut I had been that he wanted to reward me with an orgasm.
I'm never one to turn down a chance to cum, so I eagerly slid to the edge of my seat and lifted my legs up onto the chair's arms, immediately fucking myself with two fingers, just the way I'd done the day before. I was fantasizing both about my online friend and his hot words and about my boss and his hot cock. I wanted nothing more than for him to walk in on me the way he'd done the day before and make me service his cock with my mouth. I'd never done anything before that had made me as insanely overcome with lust as I had been in his office when he told me to lift my skirt and masturbate while he watched. I wanted him to watch me again. I wanted him to let other people watch me. I wanted him to make me his good little slut.
That last thought sent me over the edge. I shuddered and moaned, my head tossing from side to side on the back of my chair and my juices gushing out around my fingers. I came so hard I was surprised and breathless when I finally finished.
I was still panting when I heard applause coming from my doorway. It was my boss, and next to him was a man I'd never seen before. I was simultaneously mortified and aroused that a complete stranger had watched me masturbate and orgasm. Blushing, I moved to put my feet down on the floor again, but my boss told me to stay just as I was. The men came over to my desk and started speaking about me as if I weren't even there.
"God, she really cums hard, doesn't she?"
"You think that's something, you should see what a great cocksucker she is."
"And you say she came just because you told her to?"
"Mmmhmmm. I told you she was a hot little slut."
"You weren't kidding!" and with that, he reached out a finger and traced it along my soaking wet slit, from the bottom right up to my hard little clit, causing me to gasp and shudder again. He grinned down at me and then moved his finger along my pussy again. "Mmmm yes, you really are a very very hot little cumslut, aren't you?"
All I could do was nod as my hips instinctively moved up to meet his entirely-too-gentle finger. He laughed and asked, "And does this hot little cumslut want something?"
I moaned and nodded again, gasping for breath as his finger was stirring me to greater and greater heights of passion.
"If you want something, you have to ask for it," he whispered down to me, moving his finger even more gently against me so that I whimpered with the need for more.
"Please," I whispered in a voice that was barely audible. "Please ... put it inside me?" I closed my eyes and brought my hand down to guide his, wanting him so desperately to penetrate me with that maddeningly teasing finger.
"What was that? I'm afraid I couldn't quite hear you," he said.
At the same time, my boss grabbed my hands at the wrist and brought them up above my head. "Nice girls don't do that." So saying, he loosened his tie and used it to bind my wrists together behind the chair, ensuring I not do it again.
"Please..." I moaned and gasped as his finger flicked at my clit again, "Please finger my pussy? Please? I feel so so so empty!" I was imploring with him, begging to be filled with his wonderful, frustrating, tantalizing finger.
Immediately, he plunged it deep into my wetness, eliciting a long, high-pitched moan from me as my back arched with the pleasure of being filled. "See?" he said, "All you have to do is ask."
With that, my boss reached down and unbuttoned my blouse, quickly opening my bra and releasing my large, full breasts. "God, I love your fucking huge tits," he said under his breath, just before taking my nipples between his fingers and pulling them hard away from my body. My whimper of pain ended in a long moan of pleasure, and he moaned happily, "mmmmm fuck yeah, I love a good painslut."
The stranger, meanwhile, added a second finger to my drenched cunt, sending huge currents of sensation through my whole body.
"I want to see her cum again," he said to my boss. "She's so fucking hot when she cums."
