The Birth of a Whore 2

I met Margo only the day after the memorable photoshoot. Coming into the office, I saw my smiling friend.

— Hi. So, how are you? By the way, I gave Max your number.

— Why?" – I was even a little taken aback.

— Well, he has to give you the photos, doesn't he? I, of course, shot some things, and some videos...

Margo playfully twirled her phone.

— Hey, give that here, you bitch," escaped my lips.

— Wow, you're growing right before my eyes. Though, I'm hearing this from a bitch. From a bitch and a slut," Margo smiled.

— What are you saying, I'm a decent girl.

— Of course you're decent, you don't arrange gangbangs in nightclubs

. But you're not a virgin anymore either. Come on, tell me, didn't you like that night at the hotel? Be honest. And today you came in a miniskirt that so enticingly hugs your ass. And you clearly didn't wear a push-up bra for no reason, and even a button on your blouse is undone. And the makeup. Those smokey eyes, those winged eyeliner. And that glossy lipstick with a wet-look effect. Don't tell me you didn't want to attract attention. And you were definitely thinking about hiking up that skirt and spreading your legs."

— Come on, don't you want to feel a man's hands under your blouse, kneading your tits, don't you want to feel commanding fingers under your skirt, trying to get into your panties and playing with your excited, wet pussy. Well... don't you want to be under a man again? Don't you want sex?

I closed my eyes, involuntarily picturing the scene Margo was describing. And I couldn't find the strength to object. "Admit it," Margo continued. "You wanted to give it to the boss, didn't you? Wanted him to take you? Nothing's stopping you now. Well, want to fulfill that unrealized fantasy?"

— What makes you think that," I began to protest

But Margo suddenly shoved a tray with a coffee cup into my hands and pushed me toward the office door.

— Take the boss his coffee." – here she slapped my ass. And added... "bitch.

I didn't even understand how I ended up at the threshold of the boss's office.

— Angela?" – he was slightly surprised, but treated my arrival as if it were something expected. "I didn't order coffee. But I won't say no to dessert.

He rose to meet me, waited for me to put the cup down, and suddenly pulled me to him, groping my butt. From the sudden movement, I barely kept my balance on my heels and had to grab onto the boss.

— Don't tell me, bitch, that you just decided to bring me coffee. I wouldn't believe it anyway. Want a continuation? That can be arranged. You have such luscious lips, let's find a use for them.

Then he pressed on my shoulders, lowering me to my knees. I had no choice but to obey. I found myself on my knees, and the head of a cock appeared before my face. Unable to resist my desires, I licked it, then kissed it, again... and taking the head into my mouth, I began to suck. I felt it swelling right in my mouth, and I started moving my head, trying to take it deeper. I'd heard of deep throat, but I couldn't quite manage that trick yet. And when the cock hit my throat again, I released it from my mouth, taking in a fresh gulp of air. The boss immediately lifted me from the floor, turned me around, and bent me over, laying my chest on the desk.

I felt my skirt riding up, giving access to my interesting places. The boss groped my ass, covered in thin tights. He kneaded my buttocks, and I waited for him to start pulling my tights down, when suddenly... there was the sound of tearing nylon and my ass was left completely uncovered. The boss didn't bother taking the tights off; he simply tore them in the right spot, giving himself access to my charms. I was afraid my panties would suffer the same fate, but the boss just moved the narrow strip of fabric aside. Good thing I decided to wear a thong today.

— Hey, bitch, you're already wet," he stated, and immediately something hard pressed against my pussy and began to penetrate me.

Something? What else could it be but the boss's cock. OOOOH. I even moaned as he entered me, stretching the walls of my vagina.

— What, you slut, you're loving it." – strangely, the crude words turned me on even more.

The boss started fucking me. Grabbing my hips with his hands, he pulled me onto his cock all the way to the hilt. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the boss and the pleasure. I really was flowing like a bitch; each thrust of the cock was accompanied not only by the slap of my juicy buttocks but also by a soft squelching sound in my vagina. I could barely hold back from moaning. And suddenly, a wave of my first orgasm washed over me. I was already moaning, unashamed, unable to hold back; my legs began to buckle and tremble involuntarily. Then the boss pulled out of me and turned me over, laying me on my back on the same desk. I was on my back with my legs spread apart. The boss immediately positioned himself again, entering me once more. Just as before, he pulled me onto him, gripping my hips. I instinctively put my legs over his shoulders. OOOOH. I felt the boss's cock pounding me. Margo was right. Being under a man is an indescribable high. Then the boss yanked my blouse; the buttons either popped out of their holes or tore off. And immediately he began kneading my breasts, hidden by the lacy bra. But not for long. Soon he pulled my tits out of the bra cups and started playing with them, which caused a new wave of arousal. AH, AAAH. Another orgasm washed over me completely; I couldn't think straight. Immediately, the boss, pulling his cock out of my pussy, brought it to my mouth and pressed the head against my lips. I opened my mouth, accepting the cock, and suddenly a warm, viscous stream of cum shot straight into my mouth. I convulsively swallowed, again, then immediately grabbed the cock with my brightly manicured fingers, milking it completely.

— That's it, bitch. You turned out to be a talented whore. You'll come to me to work off your bonuses.

He slapped my thigh. "Now go. I still have work to do."

I somehow climbed off the desk, concentrating so as not to stumble in my heels, straightened my skirt to cover the torn tights. Started buttoning my blouse. Surprisingly, the buttons survived, except for the top one, and on wobbly legs, I walked out into the reception area.