The Birth of a Whore 5

I was late for work. I walked, my oversized stilettos clicking on the floor, my hips swaying, barely covered by a miniskirt. My luxurious breasts bounced in time with my steps. I was pleased with myself. In a fairly short time, I had transformed into a luxurious, seductive woman, unlike most of the office gray mice. Yes, I knew people talked about me. That they often said unflattering things, accusing me of sexual promiscuity. But I didn't care. I was sure all this spitefulness came from those who couldn't bring themselves to do the same. So they just seethed.

— Angel, hi," Margo smiled as always. "You're late,

the boss was looking for you.

— Really? What did he want?

— I don't know exactly, but something about reports or some documents. Go see him, he'll tell you himself.

Shrugging, I entered the boss's office, closing the door behind me.

— Good morning. You were looking for me?

— More like afternoon. Where were you during work hours? I want to see the report that was supposed to be on my desk this morning.

— But I thought it was only due tomorrow, by evening?

— Today, and I repeat, already this morning.

— What's the date today? Oops. I mixed something up. Okay, I'll get right on it.

— Polina is already handling the report; I assume she'll do it better and faster. And I have many questions about your work. What can you say in your defense?

— Well, for example, that I have many other merits," I ran my fingers with long, bright nails over my luxurious chest. Taking a few steps, I moved closer.

— I handle some things much better than compiling reports." With these words, I sat on the desk, spreading my legs wide; my already short skirt rode up even higher, revealing the tops of my stockings and the thin strip of my panties. "Let me help you relax a bit." A bright, long nail slid along the strip of my panties, as if indicating exactly what I meant.

Instead of answering, the boss moved close; the zipper on his fly hissed, releasing his already rock-hard cock.

I moved aside the narrow strip of my thong, hooking it with my bright nails, clearing the way to my already wet delights.

The boss didn't stand on ceremony; aiming his cock at my juice-dripping hole, he entered me. I just gasped. Grabbing my hips, the boss began to pull me onto his hefty dick, speeding up the pace of his thrusts. I only squealed in time with the thrusts.

— Show me your tits, you slut.

With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned my blouse and somehow pulled it off, throwing it on the floor; soon the bra followed the blouse.

— You've got fantastic tits," said the boss, groping my breasts. "Just right for a real whore. And you've got juicy lips, bitch.

I understood the hint and quickly got on my knees, taking the head of his cock into my mouth, gradually swallowing it deeper. "A skilled whore. Now show me your ass, you bitch."

I got up from my knees and lay chest-down on the desk, displaying my plump buttocks and juicy holes.

— Yeah, you slut," the director slapped my ass loudly with his palm. "A good piece for fucking. Your pussy is just begging for a hard cock." With these words, he entered me and began to pull me onto his dick, holding onto my appetizing hips.

— Oh yeah, slut... fuckable bitch.

A wave of orgasm washed over me; my legs trembled, I could barely stay upright on the thin stilettos; if I weren't practically lying on the desk, I might not have been able to stand.

Another slap on the ass.

— What, bitch, came already? Let's check your ass.

The boss pulled his cock out of her dripping pussy and brought the head to the other hole. He pressed, and the head, parting the sphincter, began to sink into the "back door."

— AAAAAAH!" I couldn't hold back, and the boss began to pull me deeper until he was fully inside, then started fucking my ass. No, a thought flashed. Not fucking... fucking in the ass... like an anal slut. From this realization, I felt another surge of arousal and soon convulsed in orgasm again. And immediately felt a stream of warm semen inside me.

— Good girl, whore. Let's consider your mistakes worked off. And I'll find a use for your talents. I have important negotiations with partners soon. You need to be there. You'll be... hmm... serving coffee. I hope you understand me correctly, bitch?

I just nodded, smiling carnivorously.

— Then I'll let you know when your services are required. Dress... accordingly. And for today, you can be free, slut; consider it your day off.