Angie hadn't heard anything from Will for most of the week when she had finally received a package with a note written in his strong slanted handwriting: Slut, wear this tonight. You'll be picked up at 8pm by an Uber.
Angie was a little bit afraid of what would happen if he found out about Kelvin. Thankfully, Kelvin had left on Thursday for a long weekend trip with his boys. She didn't have to worry about the two of them overlapping, at least for now.
For the last few days, Kelvin had used her like his personal cum bucket. He had cum in all of her holes dozens of times. He never seemed to get enough of her, saying she was still so damn tight even after all the fucking. But she didn't know if she really was that tight anymore, since Kelvin's dick was so massive.
Angie stared at the sheer pale pink bodycon dress in the mirror. The color was slightly lighter than her own skin. Her nipples were highly visible. The dress was short, but the length was about mid-thigh on her petite body. Angie thought this was even more revealing than her micro bikini. She glanced at the clock. It was almost 8, she knew better than to be late for Will.
She headed down the elevators and she heard some raunchy comments from two men about her tits and her ass, and snide remarks from their women about what a slut and whore she must be. If they only knew how many different ways she'd been fucked in the last week... Kelvin really knew how to screw his sluts in such creative ways.
She wondered how many skanky hoes he'd already dumped his cum into so far. Angie knew she shouldn't be jealous when she was probably gonna get fucked by Will shortly, but she was a little envious of the sluts Kelvin was fucking. She wanted him to stretch her holes too! Angie licked her lips and sauntered through the lobby quickly. She was still somewhat embarrassed by exposing her body so explicitly, yet she also liked how lewd she looked. She was sure Will would be pleased.
Angie waited by the curb for her Uber when a black Mustang pulled up. The window rolled down and the driver shouted, "Are you Angie the Asian slut?"
She blushed and nodded.
"Get your big tits in the car!"
She opened the door and got into the passenger side since she had no choice.
Angie wasn't surprised when the driver shoved her down onto his below average cock. She sucked him quickly, easily able to deepthroat him after all her practice with Kelvin's monster cock. Soon the Uber driver was shooting his load down her throat and she swallowed all of it in one gulp.
"Damn you really are a slut!" he exclaimed as groped her tits roughly. "Fuck, your tits are incredible. So big and soft!"
He pinched down hard on her nipples. "You like that, you slut!"
Angie gasped, her clit tingling from the painful sensation.
"Can't wait until I get the chance to fuck you," he growled as he yanked as hard as he could before he let go of her nipples and started the car.
Angie was in a blur of pain from his rough treatment of her sensitive nipples. She was a bit perturbed by his offhand comment about fucking her. Will had told her he didn't like to share his fucktoys, though he liked his sluts to make other men want her. The most he'd ever allowed was her mouth and tits to be used. He'd claimed her cunt and ass for himself, though he had no idea about Kelvin turning her into his cum bucket.
Angie was getting damp thinking about Kelvin. He'd left yesterday morning after fucking her face for a bit before he'd ravaged her cunt. He said he liked her pussy the best of all her slut holes cuz it milked his cum like no other pussy. Angie was proud of how her pussy convulsed when she came. She loved feeling his black dick stretch her cunt. She especially loved how big it looked against her tight pussy.
"We're here, slut," said the driver.
The Uber had stopped in front of a massive skyscraper in the middle of downtown. Angie was familiar with the company. She had applied for a job here when she had first moved to the city, but she hadn't made it to the final round. She hasn't been too disappointed. The company struck her as an old boys' club, which hadn't appealed to her then. But now she wondered if she would have liked it. Was this where Will worked?
Angie stepped out of the Mustang and walked into the front lobby, which was as grand and imposing as she remembered. She shivered at the chilly temperature and her nipples were definitely poking out even more in the sheer material. She rubbed her arms and looked around the lobby, curious as to when Will would show himself.
"Angie?" said a soft feminine voice.
Angie turned around and saw a beautiful, statuesque blond woman with piercing green eyes with a pair of tits that looked perfect for her curvaceous frame. Angie's tits were a bit too big for her petite frame and with the way that Will liked to dress her, she looked like a tramp.
This woman was wearing a form-fitting black midi dress that showed off her lush body, which she made look sexy not slutty. Angie was aware of how she looked in comparison. This gorgeous woman was probably the reason why Will didn't have much time for her. How could she compare to this goddess?
"I am Kate, Mr. Grayson's personal assistant," she said, smiling.
"Mr. Grayson?" said Angie.
Kate took her arm and pulled her to the bank of elevators toward the back of the building. "You know him better as Will, I believe."
Will was a Grayson! Angie's head was spinning. She was in Grayson Industries corporate headquarters! The Grayson family was famously very private and ruled their company with an iron fist. She was stunned she had been paraded by Will in such a public fashion, but then she didn't know who he was and she didn't know what part he played in Grayson Industries. All she knew was that Alexander Grayson was the face of the company.
Kate swiped a badge and the doors to the elevator opened. She motioned for Angie to enter. "Push 69, Mr. Grayson is waiting for you."
Angie pushed the button, amused at the number. The elevator ascended quickly and she didn't have much time to get her thoughts about all that she had just learned about Will. The doors opened to a large foyer that was dimly lit. It reminded Angie of the bar that Will had taken her on the first date, where he had made her his slut.
"Slut," said Will as he appeared from the dark hallway, "you're late."
Angie knelt down in front of him and reached for his pants to free his cock, like he had taught her at the resort was the proper way to greet him. "This naughty slut is sorry, master."
"Damn, Grayson, you weren't kidding. Look at the tits on her," said a booming male voice. "Such a petite frame and such big tits."
Angie was grabbed by her wrist and pulled up by Will. "This is Angie, she's a cock whore," he said with a smirk as a bright light shone onto her, blinding her momentarily.
When her eyes adjusted she saw that she was surrounded by a group of men in suits that cost more than her rent in her overpriced apartment. They were older than Will, some of them considerably older, old enough to be her dad and then some. Who were all these men?
