Marg Becomes The Company Whore Pt 01

(EDITOR'S NOTE: Marg Jorgensen is a side character who shows up briefly in Tug_Coxwell's Theft of Our Lives serial here on Literotica. In my opinion, Theft of Our Lives is the most well-written story here and the character Emma is the most finely crafted. Tug and I discussed some of the other characters in Theft and what might be their fates. He suggested I take a few and run with them. Marg Jorgensen was introduced midway through Theft. Her trajectory was not defined so I took it upon myself to have a go at her, so to speak. She was a relatively new hire at Allenby Consolidations in the sales department. While Marg was smart and knew the business, Hank Allenby had other ideas for Marg's use in the boardroom -- either on or under the boardroom table. Here's Part 1 of two parts)

I was surprised when my boss Ned Sternhagen put me in charge of Marg Jorgensen's slut training. I knew nothing about whores, and Marg seemed too goody two shoes and too full of herself to spread her legs and cunt for clients, so I wasn't sure how it was going to pan out.

A year ago I was just a junior sales associate doing up reports and sending out brochures and flyers for my boss Ned Sternhagen. I helped with social media too. I was no macho guy who had a way with the ladies. I had Judy and was damn lucky she had chosen me for her lifemate.

I helped develop a new prospectus with updated and detailed information about Allenby Consolidations, its products and services, its financial performance, and its prospects. We were looking to provide potential investors or customers with all the information they need to make an informed decision about whether working with us would be advantageous.

Marg, our new hire, had helped out. In truth, she did most of the work, but the big boss had other ideas I wasn't sure were going to work, given Marg's somewhat conservative upbringing and her virtuous moral code. She dressed for the office, not the nightclub, and I'd observed more than a few possibly racist slurs when she'd had a drink or two.

She was lily white.

But Mr. Allenby reminded me of two things: all women are whores and when a woman is drunk, that's her real personality. Marg was a woman, and she drank.

Marg wasn't naïve. She partied at college like everybody else and then married Frederik. He's from Denmark but was an exchange student in Marg's senior year. Marg was of Danish descent too, and it was obvious in her looks.

She's 5'6" and weighs about 125 pounds -- and it's all curves. Reports suggested her ass was her best asset, but opinions vary. Certainly, her amazing D-cup tits have been very popular. I'm partial to her pussy, both for its taste and aroma, but also for its warmth, wetness, and incredible sensitivity.

While one might expect blonde hair, Marg's is sandy, and Allenby colleague Ray Tyler once described her as having "a truly lovely face of clear, lily-white complexion with a delicately pointed nose and highly defined chin and cheekbones."

Ray said her deep crystal blue eyes were set off by her sandy brown hair, perfectly straight and cut in a short, sassy style with close-cropped bangs draping her forehead.

Marg was a winner at everything, and fortunately for me, she wanted that winning streak to continue at Allenby Consolidations. As Ray said, she's "smart, beautiful, and most importantly, ambitious."

In Mr. Allenby's pep talk about the abrupt change in directions for Marg's career path, he pointed to Ray Tyler's wife who'd been fucking and sucking half the upper management at the firm for several months by then.

"Take a look at Emma Tyler," he said. "Remember her at that company picnic dressed up like a school marm trying to hide those big tits and that meaty ass? She'd faint if she heard the word cock."

And I did remember. She was totally hot but you just knew she didn't put out. I nodded as Mr. Allenby mentioned the picnic.

"In just a few months that paragon of virtue and morality sank to such moral and sexual depravity even I find it difficult to believe," Mr. Allenby said. "And you know I have no barriers when it comes to cunt. Now she walks around exposing herself in her slut outfits and lusting after cock. She walks out in public with a vibrator up her cunt having orgasms in the grocery store in front of everyone."

Of course, he was right. Emma Tyler was indeed a whore now. From community leader to village bicycle. Everybody rides her. Heck, I've had her more than once and I've seen her son Kellen's cock thrusting into his mother's very-well-used pussy and dumping his potent loads inside her. I've seen her slurp and suck her son's thick jism out of her own daughter's cunt. She's dined on her sister's flowing nectar. All that cum? It ends up inside her body. I've seen her suck cum off bed sheets and lick it up off the floor. No lie.

She always seems reticent to start, but her orgasms are legendary. And you should check out her online porn. Emma Tyler can take an ebony nine inches and ride it for hours. She's the ultimate in pornography as her face goes from trepidation to ecstasy and then pure animal lust in a matter of minutes.

As they say around the office, Emma Tyler is an orgasm waiting to happen.

I wasn't sure Margrethe Jorgensen would ever equal an Emma Tyler, but you never know. Marg does have the body, although not as voluptuous as Emma's very popular and stunning physique. Emma has the body of a Kay Parker, the British porn queen known for her uninhibited performances, especially of a taboo nature -- just like Emma Tyler. Parker's films from the 1970s and '80s often featured incest or step-family relationships.

Two of her most well-known films are 'Taboo' and its sequel, where she portrayed a mother involved in incestuous relationships with both her son and stepson. The similarities in body and sexual tendencies are almost identical.

Emma's husband Ray told me Kellen beds his mother every night and if he's away he has his buddy Tim or friend Jerald fuck her at night. That is if Mr. Allenby hasn't sent over a client for the night.

"There's somebody all the time," Ray told me one day after work when we ended up at the same bar on the way home. "I'm sure you know all about it, Scott. You must see what goes on in Mr. Allenby's office and, ah, with clients."

I nodded as I looked at Ray's hands fidgeting with the label on the Corona he was nursing. An empty stood beside it. His wedding ring was prominent, but I knew from Emma that he hadn't fucked her in months. He wasn't allowed. I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd fucked his wife to multiple orgasms more than once. He seemed so despondent, and according to Emma, his little cock was constantly caged. Emma and I were entwined in post-coital bliss as she recounted Ray's plight, laughing as she told about pegging him, and her enthusiasm as she described escapades when she and Kellen would take turns shocking his testicles with the remote-controlled device attached to the cock cage.

"His reactions are priceless," she cooed in post-coital bliss. "Hank has brought out the real Ray."

Don't feel sorry for Ray Tyler. He tried to steal a few million from Allenby's I hear, and Emma was complicit in the venture. Ray and Emma got caught and they had a choice: Emma becomes a whore for Mr. Allenby, or he goes to the cops.

Kellen controlled Emma Tyler -- from making her fuck a baseball team, and expose herself in public, to servicing anyone he asks her to. That's on top of all the fucking Mr. Allenby makes her do.

That's what I was supposed to do with Marg. But I didn't know if I was really cut out to turn a bright and eager 25-year-old, vivacious beauty into a cumdumpster whore with a best-before-date of only a few years. Mr. Sternhagen had told me that was Mr. Allenby's intention, and that when he scouted for a new hire, he'd put out feelers to old friends and contacts at universities looking for just the right prospect. Her probationary period was now up, and it was time to ply her with liquor and promises.

"Tried and true combination," said Mr. Allenby. "Like the poet said, 'Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker.'"

The first time we got Marg drunk was at Mr. Allenby's office celebration back almost a year ago now. She was like putty after two drinks and while it didn't say 'panty remover' on the label, whatever wine was at the bar that day did the job. When Marg drinks, she fucks.

For brevity's sake, let's just say she was a lot of fun for four or five hours, although I don't expect she remembered much. We passed her around and I think everyone got a piece of her, even Emma Tyler who had her face between Marg's legs for a good half hour as camera phones recorded the incredible episode.

I think Ken took her home that night but I can't remember if he took her home to his place and kept fucking her or home to her place where her husband Frederik (they had just gotten married) was probably worried sick. Regardless, there was enough compromising video from that one celebration to convince her, if needed, that her path to the future would almost exclusively involve spreading her legs and opening her mouth. Did I mention her tight little asshole? We'll get into that later, so to speak.

As I said, at the party she was passed around, her cunt getting a good workout and her orgasms rivaling Emma's and her daughter's climaxes. Mr. Sternhagen had her. I had her. Ken had a blowjob. I think one of our clients, Mr. Hilliard fucked her too. Even Emma's son Kellen had her.

Marg was going to be Allenby Consolidation's corporate whore, although she didn't think of herself that way. She was an ambitious young woman with an over-valued sense of self-worth. I guess people had told her her whole life that she could be somebody, be anything she wanted, and accomplish things. Make a difference. So climbing corporate rungs was her goal from the beginning.

But now she came to realize success would be by different means. The fact her husband discovered he was a closet cuckold and got off on his wife fucking countless others of all ethnicities and sexes just made things easier -- for Marg and me. It fell to me to turn her out as a whore and groom her for her new life.

She was fun to groom. I admit. I took quite a bit of pleasure in doing so. And even my wife Judy enjoyed Marg many times. Marg was like a toy to play with. Watching her react, making her cum, even seeing the shame and regret in her eyes after a particularly filthy display of wanton lust was a turn-on.

Frederik Jorgensen is a whole other story, although he's not the wimp cuckold that Emma's husband Ray is. And his cock isn't Ray's tiny five inches. But he offered up his new bride quite easily and quickly and has been jerking off to her infidelity at a furious rate. He was even getting his buddies to fuck Marg in weekend marathon fuckfests.

But I've got to stop right there and mention that Marg originally held on to some of the older-type values like the sanctity of marriage and it took an intervention session that included her husband to fully convince her she was most valuable as fuck meat for corporate clients and staff use. As Mr. Allenby told her, she's an assemblage of warm, wet fuck holes and an abundance of fuckable and suckable tits. Wine was involved and when the tears dried, the pussy juice flowed.

But if you praised Marg, it was like an elixir. She just performed better -- in the boardroom or the bedroom. She soon realized her sexual prowess was her ticket. The key to her future.

Mr. Allenby tweaked one of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger eliciting a deep moan from our office slut, and the pussy aroma increased as he continued to play with her hard nub.

"You're what the younger crowd would call 'free-use'," Mr. Allenby told her. "Anybody in the Allenby Consolidations headquarters is free to use you. It's right in your contract."

She looked shocked, but she didn't manage to respond because Mr. Allenby slid his cock back into her mouth as he squeezed her tits and pulled on both her nipples now, something that he knew made her all the more horny. Cum was dripping out of her gooey gash as Mr. Sternhagen had just finished cuming in her and pulled out with a squish and a plop.

That was the turning point.

Her ambition would be her downfall. And indeed it was, as you'll see.

Let me tell you, once she set her sights on that office with a wine fridge, she proved to be an eager learner. Mr. Sternhagen mentioned a sofa in that office. Profit sharing. Bonuses on every contract she helped secure. Goodbye cubicle, hello pullout sofa bed.

And she was an apt pupil, at least after she got over herself. She thought she was good in the sack but she was pretty young and inexperienced. Even Mr. Allenby himself had his doubts about the recent hire. But her body was shapely and firm and fuckable, and that's what mattered. It had potential but there was work to do.

"I don't know, Ned," Mr. Allenby said one day early on after a shoddy blowjob. Gobs of his potent cum covered Marg's nose and chin, a sure sign she's pulled back when he came in her mouth. Mr. Allenby frowned on that and had her use her fingers to swipe the errant sperm into her mouth and swallow what she'd missed. "That was well below par. We can't offer up second-rate whores and expect prospective clients to take us seriously. Our clients aren't looking for a whore with a marketing degree. They're just looking for a whore. A whore who can't suck cock is worthless."

I knew what he was talking about. I'd been sucked off a half dozen times by Marg by that point as we tried to ease her into her new occupation -- but as I said, she had some work to do. She was lazy is the best way to put it. It was night and day compared with Mr. Allenby's most prized whore and depraved slut the previously mentioned Emma Tyler. Emma could and would do anything. And she had and still does.

"Clean up Mr. Allenby's cock, Marg," Mr. Sternhagen reminded her. "Balls, cock, everything."

Marg's eyes flashed and we could sense she wasn't happy about being tagged as second-rate. Or maybe she didn't like being referred to as a whore. Maybe she didn't like to be ordered to clean up the messes she made. She prided herself on that marketing degree and had this idea that a woman could make it on her education alone. On her brains. Of course that wasn't true as she was finding out. She was at Allenby Consolidations precisely because of her body -- what was between her legs, not what was between her ears. She had an airtight five-year contract that she couldn't possibly get out of.

Ironically, airtight would eventually become one of her most common situations. She was built for it. Nicknames eventually started surfacing. The guys in the mail room called her Triple Dip. In the office, especially in the sales department, it became common to see Marg half dressed, or even naked and smelling like pussy juice and dripping sperm down the inside of her lily white thighs being led from one office to another as people took turns.

Sex begets sex. It's a simple biological imperative dictated by a woman's body. And Marg's body knew what it was doing and what it wanted. Marg's conscious mind was always just a bit behind as her body's frequent arousal dragged her along, her dripping cunt belying her mind's reluctance. But she always capitulated and her cunt always got fucked and the neurotransmitter responses worked together to create a positive feedback loop, reinforcing the desire to fuck.

In short, I learned, that the sensations of pleasure and intimacy experienced during sex lead to a desire for more sex as the brain associates those experiences with positive feelings and rewards. I had to do some online digging to get a sense of how women could be groomed for various uses, and the information I found was certainly enlightening. I was rewiring her brain.

"You're self-lubricating, Marg," I reminded her more than once. "Look at your pussy and tell me it doesn't want Jerry's cock."

Indeed her pussy was engorged and her cunt lips were thick and distended, and the juices glistened. Her nipples were little bullets as they pointed out from her big, firm tits. Her bee-stung lips were bright red and a blatant invitation to cock. She was coming along.

Jerry worked in custodial but because of the amazing size of his big black cock, I often texted him to come up to the fifth floor to help with Marg's training. She had sucked him hard, but now I wanted to see her take his nine inches up inside her baby hole and then back to her mouth, getting her used to tasting her own juices. Later it would be ass to mouth, a kink I knew almost all our clients would insist on.

The thing with Jerry was that he was black. Marg seemed to be having a problem with black men including our senior VP, Ike.

I pushed her back on the desk and Jerry walked up between her legs and slid it in with ease. Mr. Sternhagen had fucked her earlier, so she was still loose and swollen. I let Jerry luxuriate in her white body for a few minutes, getting his big shaft good and slick before instructing him to use her mouth again.

She curled up her nose, her racist tendencies showing, and I was glad Jerry had his eyes closed as he slid it back between her lips and over her tongue. We did it a few more times and eventually Marg's behavior got to me and I just told Jerry to cum in whatever hole worked best for him. Like any black man, he chose her cunt, pumping spurt after spurt up inside her little body.

"Do you have any friends who might be interested," I asked Jerry. "We may need a few extra guys for her to practice on."

Despite her seeming dislike for men with dark skin, Marg came twice on Jerry's cock. I figured a few of Jerry's buddies might just be what was needed.

When it came to Marg sucking cock, it was Emma Tyler who came up with the idea of the vibrator. After two sessions of cock sucking with Marg, Emma suggested we outfit Marg with one of those little pink sperm-shaped vibrators that fit up inside a cunt with the Bluetooth antenna sticking out.

Emma had been ordered to wear one whenever she left her house and it was usually on the lowest setting to keep her aroused at all times. Mr. Allenby sometimes controlled it from his phone, but her son Kellen did as well, bringing his mother to orgasm in public places like restaurants and clothing stores, and even in church during hymns as she stood naked under her choir gown cuming with every song sung.

With Marg, I secured two of the devices from Mr. Allenby (who has a drawer full of such things) and inserted one in her pussy, and controlled it from my phone. As she sucked one of Allenby's employee's cocks, the vibrator would increase in intensity bringing her closer to orgasm if she was doing well, and decrease if she wasn't. And Mr. Allenby was strict on how cock was to be sucked properly. No hands on the shaft, but they could play with and fondle a man's balls. The whore must make eye contact at all times, and she must be able to throat every cock. No exceptions. All cum must be swallowed. And every cock and all balls must be cleaned up after the successful completion of the job. With the vibrator buzzing in her cunt, I could control her orgasms by timing her to cum exactly when the guy's cock came in her mouth.

Emma taught her edging. Some men deserved only a quick blowjob. Two minutes, maybe three. Emma knew it all and showed Marg how to use her tongue on the cock head, how to lick up and down the bottom of the shaft. How to apply just the right amount of suction. It was all designed to make a man cum quickly. And then how to swallow. In a quick blowjob, when the cock began to spurt, throat it and let the cum go right down and into her stomach.

But some men deserved long and luxurious blowjobs -- like Emma loved giving Nate Wagnell -- that brought them close to the edge numerous times so that when he finally did cum, it was like nothing they ever felt before, and their load was massive with spurt after spurt after spurt. And that type of man deserves to see his jism enter the whore's mouth to land on her tongue, hit the back of her throat, pool on and under her tongue as her mouth remains open wide for his observation and satisfaction. Then the exaggerated swallow, the licking of the lips, and the open mouth to show it was now properly inside her body where a man's sperm always belongs.