-- Week 2 -- Tuesday --

After a restless night, I wasn't much smarter than yesterday. My all-too-easy surrender to D-Rod continued to trouble me. I hadn't been able to come up with any useful ideas about how to escape my intern's control either. So I had to accept the fact that I was his office pet - for the moment.

To say that I wasn't particularly looking forward to my new working day would have been an understatement. However, I still had to face the music with all the consequences it brought along.

I knew that D-Rod had a very specific idea about his office pet's look and behavior. He wanted me to be his flossy, glammed-up office bimbo. But no matter how much this dirty prick had me over the barrel, I was dead set on keeping up a professional, business-like appearance at work. I had to look the part of an exec after all!

That's why I dressed in a typical business outfit comprising a white blouse and a black, mid-thigh pencil skirt. Underneath, I wore a black lace bra, black lace g-string and sheer black pantyhose. Finally, I combined the outfit with matching black, suede, open toe pumps.

The tight pencil skirt and sheer pantyhose looked quite sexy, and the 4" stiletto heels really brought my killer ass to bear. That had to be enough of a concession to D-Rod's silly rules. The outfit was elegant and sexy but not too daring.

After arriving at work, D-Rod only gave me half an hour of peace before the door burst open and he stomped into my office, of course, without knocking first. Obviously, he wasn't about to waste any time.

"Present yourself!" was all he said.

The young Latino leaned against the wall in a relaxed posture while waiting for me to react. He wanted me to show him my outfit, so I slowly stood up and stepped away from my desk. I even turned a pirouette for him.

"What you think you are?" He hissed, obviously not content with my choice of clothes.

"I'm your office pet, Sir Da-Rod!" I stuttered, taken aback by his aggressive tone.

"Guess you don't know how to dress like a proper office tramp then. Is that what you call 'a dolled-up, flossed-out hussy', huh?" He snarled at me. "Did you forget about Rule #1, lil office bimbo?"

I hadn't forgotten about his silly rules. I even had to agree with him. My outfit definitely didn't look flashy or showy. That, however, was something that actually made me proud. There was nothing worse than a superficial, stylish, dressed up office floozy getting by with nothing but her looks and bra size. I had always despised those wannabe dolls that didn't perform and still got everything handed on a silver platter.

I had never accepted any alms or taken anything for granted. I had worked my ass off to get accepted as a smart business woman by my male co-workers. I had earned a reputation of being as tough as nails as a negotiating partner. I had always insisted on separating work and private life. That didn't seem to matter any longer, though. Now, I was getting mocked as 'Miss Ho-Worker' by one of my interns!

"Open your blouse!" He instructed. "Let me see your bra!"

This blatant order made me fume. Do whatever you want with me but leave my clothes out of it! That's what I wanted to shout at him but kept my mouth shut instead. Still, every pore of my body resisted his wardrobe changes.

I saw his eyes narrowing when I didn't react and that got me into motion. With trembling fingers, I grabbed the first button and opened it. The Latin macho made me unbutton my white blouse to nipple level, which caused the tight material to open up wide. I noticed the upper edge of my black bra peeking out instantly.

That was too much! I couldn't flaunt my bra in front of my subordinates like that! The edge of the bra was constantly on the brink of appearing! I had to be more than careful with every move!

"Show me your cunt!" D-Rod ordered before I had a chance to protest.

Closing my eyes in frustration, I pushed the black, mid-thigh pencil skirt up to my hips, showing of the black pantyhose and g-string.

"Thong and pantyhose don't really scream office pet, do they, Miss Ho-Worker?" My intern inquired. "Strip off the thong, fuckdoll! Now!"

I quickly obeyed, as I was getting afraid of him screaming in my office. I didn't want anybody to notice what was going on in here, so I stripped off the black pantyhose and g-string.

"We gotta do something 'bout those pantyhose!" D-Rod decided while I was standing in front of him with my skirt hiked up to my hips, showing off my bare pussy. "I want your crotch free 'n accessible!"

I looked at him with a puzzled expression on my face. What was that supposed to mean? These were pantyhose, not stockings.

"C'mon lil hussy!" D-Rod was getting impatient. "Open up your crotch!"

I knew I had to react and only saw one way to comply with his instruction. A way, I didn't like at all.

Pulling the pantyhose back up, I sat down on my office chair, spreading my legs wide. Then I grabbed the sheer fabric with both hands right where it covered my loins.

WWWRRRPPP

A ripping sound filled my office. I was tearing my precious pantyhose apart!

The sound made me wince. I flinched even more when I saw the results of my handiwork. I had torn a big, round hole into my sheer, black pantyhose! OMG! What was I doing here! My entire crotch area was open.

My poor pantyhose were ruined! My eyes almost filled with tears. My clothes were something special for me. I had always taken pride in my outfits and hated ruining them on purpose.

Would that be enough to please D-Rod? Would it look slutty enough? I didn't dare to ask.

"Now that looks more like a proper outfit for a ditzy office bunny!" D-Rod remarked while checking me out from head to toe. "Better follow that example for tomorrow, lil office bimbo. I let this offence slip for now. Don't let me regret it, though."

Of course, I heard the underlying threat. Ruining my pantyhose had been enough to teach me a lesson, though. I wouldn't disregard his rules another time.

"So you wanna wear some panties, huh?" The intern wasn't done yet. "Fine! Bet you'll love today's office dare then. It's a wedgie dare. Put your thong on top of your pantyhose. Put it on back to front!"

I looked at him with eyes wide open. I barely comprehended what he was telling me. I had never done that before. Wasn't it enough that he had made me ruin my pantyhose?

It was a g-string! It only had a small string at the back. That string would tightly press against my pussy! I would feel it all the time!

"Do it, bitch!" D-Rod reinforced his order.

His stern tone got me moving. I took the black g-string and turned it around. Then I put it on back to front. Pulling it up, I immediately felt why D-Rod had called it a 'wedgie dare'. The tiny string slid between my pussy lips and pressed against my clit.

I would feel it all the time! There was no escaping it. The string would constantly touch and irritate my delicate pussy and sensitive clit. It would drive me nuts like a slow Chinese water torture.

"Walk a circuit 'round the office, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod ordered.

Making a round through my office, I felt like the slutty version of a runway model. I was parading my slutted-up business outfit, and with every step, I felt the reversed g-string. It was irritating and uncomfortable but instantly made my clit stand at attention. My sensitive nub was getting hard and started tingling mercilessly. How would I ever survive the entire working day like this?

At least, the tear in the pantyhose wasn't visible. My mid-thigh, black pencil skirt was long enough to cover it - up to now. But we all know what happens to a run in a stocking, right? It gets bigger and bigger. The more I would walk around, the more the pantyhose would tear open. Eventually, it would show off underneath my skirt.

"Seems like you're enjoying the hell outta it, uh?" D-Rod commented on the way I pushed my legs together with each step as if trying to scratch an itch. "You're gonna have fun with that! Hehehe!"

"Now, let's apply the final touch." He exclaimed with a smirk. "You earned this."

Pulling something out of his pocket, he held it in front of my face. Gosh! It definitely was a surprise! But one that didn't make me smile. It was a silver charm bracelet with a 1" silver ruler as charm.

"That's your slut token, Miss Ho-Worker." My arrogant intern explained while putting it around my wrist. "From now on, you're gonna wear it at work to remind you of your place around here."

Looking at the silver charm bracelet around my wrist, I was at a loss of words. It would always be looming in my field of vision as a constant reminder of the thrashing I had received yesterday. I couldn't stop staring at the sign of my submission. It felt so definite as if I had finally accepted my role as D-Rod's personal office pet and wouldn't revolt anymore.

"Now, go get us a coffee each, fuckdoll!" The Latin macho tore me out of my daze while sitting down on my office chair and putting his legs on my desk to show me that he was the real boss in my office.

The office kitchen was located on the first floor. It took me quite some time to get there, as I couldn't really walk fast. The reversed g-string was mercilessly pressing between my pussy lips and rubbing against my clit. I felt my sensitive nub getting harder by the second.

It was very quiet downstairs. Most of Ortega's subordinates were in a team meeting and most of my subordinates were away on external projects. There were only four employees and three interns present on the first floor.

I didn't hear any sound in the office kitchen when I approached it. Instead, the loudest noise was coming from my high, black, suede stiletto pumps clicking on the parquet floor. All the office doors were closed. I only hoped no one was about to come out to see who was making a racket.

I felt my heart skipping a beat every time I walked past an office door. I was lucky for once. My subordinates were too busy. However, the reversed g-string continued troubling me. The constant, irritating rubbing on my pussy and clit made me feel like I was about to sink to the floor with my legs giving way. I felt so wobbly. I felt so uncomfortable. And I felt so excited.

Unfortunately, I had to pass the interns' office on my way to the kitchen. This was a completely different issue as it was an open-space office without a door. There was no way to avoid passing it without getting noticed - especially not when loud clicking noises from 4" stiletto heels accompanied your walk down the hallway. I was certain the interns had heard me coming from a mile away.

When I walked past the office, I could see three pairs of eyes intently waiting to catch a sight of the woman making the clicking noises. I tried to be as low-key as possible. Still, I felt their eyes scraping all over my outfit.

"Phewww!" I breathed a sigh of relief when I was out of their sight and in the office kitchen.

Standing there, I noticed that the run in my pantyhose had expanded. By now, it was reaching below the hem of my skirt on the inside of my right thigh! Dammit! With my wide-open blouse and torn pantyhose, I had to be more careful!

The longer I remained in the kitchen, the more I felt my pussy throbbing. I was wet as much from the constant irritations by the reversed g-string as from the slut walk through the office. The anxiety of anybody seeing my black bra peeking out of my blouse was turning into arousal! And I couldn't do anything about it!

With a cuppa coffee in each hand, I walked back out of the office kitchen. Of course, the three interns were still watching the hallway.

"Mrs. Addams!" Justin, the jerk with the popped collar, called out. "Could you please help me out? Where can I find the corporate design on the server? You said you need the presentation finished today."

I stopped in my tracks right in front of the interns' office. This way, the young college boys had a good chance to ogle my assets. I only knew too well that they could see the edge of my black bra!

This was a trick! Of course, it was! They wanted me to step into the interns' office to get a better look at me. What should I do about it, though? I needed the presentation. It was urgent.

I wanted to run away. However, I unwillingly stepped into the office instead and walked over to Justin's cube. Leaning over his desk, I showed him the folders on the server.

WWWRRRPPP

My eyes shot open in panic when I heard my pantyhose tearing open a few more inches. On high alert, I looked down my leg and noticed that the tear was reaching down below my skirt on the inside of my right leg now. I could feel a cold breath of air hitting my naked skin where the open hole yawned in my pantyhose.

At the same time, I saw Taylor, the black sports jock, leaning back, running his eyes up my legs. I quickly pressed my legs together to hide the embarrassing fashion faux pas, but I was quite certain that he had seen the large run in my pantyhose!

By now, I was fully focused on my pantyhose and totally forgot about the rest of my outfit. Only until I could sense Matt's eyes on my bust, though. With a gasp, I realized that my titties were almost tumbling out of my blouse. My black bra was prominently visible! I had to resist the urge to stuff my big boobs back into my blouse. My nervousness increased by the second while the reversed g-string continued its merciless teasing on my clit.

While I frantically kept on searching for the right presentation, I tried my best to appear completely relaxed. All the time, I had to remain in this uncomfortable position. In my agitated state, though, every second felt like an hour.

When I had finally found the data file, I promptly turned around and nearly ran out of the interns' office. The interns' lecherous gazes clung to my butt all the way, until I had turned the corner. The moment I had disappeared from their view, I heard them breaking out in chatter. Of course, it was all about me and my slinky outfit.

"Woah! Did you see that?" Matt exclaimed. "That should be a mandatory uniform for business co-eds!"

"Hahaha! Bet that's her career strategy!" His fellow intern Justin joked.

"You gotta say she's got an elaborate marketing triumvirate: killer ass, killer tits, and killer dress!" Taylor added with a chuckle.

I could hear their dirty laughter all the way down the hallway. Shit! The gossip had already started. I was losing any credibility as an exec around the office! This had to stop sooner than later. This time, it had only been the interns but that was bad enough.

When I finally returned to my office on the upper floor, I felt like I had left a long wet trail of pussy juice on the floor. My snatch was itching and prickling worse than any mosquito bite.

D-Rod took his time to drink the coffee, and he perfectly knew how to drive me bonkers. He instructed me to take a sip of coffee and then go for a round through my office. I was only allowed to take another sip when I had finished a circuit and returned to my desk. I had to keep it up until I had emptied the entire cup. It took ages, and all the time, the reversed g-string teased my poor clit.

After the first round, I had to expose my titties. D-Rod made me pull the white blouse to the sides and push my juicy juggs out of the bra cups. The next round, I had to pull my black pencil skirt up to my hips, showing off my torn pantyhose and reversed g-string. The third round, I had to walk while tugging on my nipples and pulling them taut.

I couldn't believe that I was exposing myself like that in my office! At any given moment, some of my subordinates could knock on the door! Even worse, my rival exec Ortega could walk in! I wanted to storm out of the office. I wanted to kick D-Rod's fucking ass. But I didn't. After yesterday's punishment, I knew better than to mess with him.

I was sweating blood during every circuit, nervously peeking to the door all the time. I almost reckoned someone bursting inside and seeing me in this lewd way. At the same time, the merciless prickling in my cunt drove my attention away from the door to my itching pussy. I was so aroused! The reversed g-string brought me to the edge but didn't push me over! It was so frustrating!

After five rounds, I had finally emptied my cuppa coffee, and D-Rod rose from my office chair to stroll over to me. He simultaneously grabbed both my tits and squeezed them roughly. I almost went down to my knees from the force and sudden stimulation. I was so close to cumming!

SLAP

SLAP

He landed a hard blow on each of my sore ass cheeks before I had a chance to fully savior the new sensations. The spanks stung, reminding me of yesterday's thrashing and drawing me away from the edge. Still, my pussy continued tingling wildly.

"Now, go down 'n bring the cups back to the kitchen with your tits 'n ass hanging out, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod suddenly ordered.

Hearing his instruction, I felt like having a heart attack. I was close to fainting. Did he really want me to pass the interns' office with my tits out and my skirt around my hips? He couldn't be serious! I must have looked as shocked as I felt because it caused D-Rod to burst into braying laughter.

"You really should do that, right? That would be some kinda fun!" He cracked. "We don't want anyone finding out 'bout your office dares, though. Too much fun for it to be over so soon. Guess we keep that for another day. Always gotta have something up your sleeve, right? Hehehe!"

I drew a sharp breath when I realized that he was simply toying with me. I was just a silly, little playtoy for him. Still, you never knew with this dirty macho thug...

Although D-Rod left me alone in my office for the next hours, I had a hard time to compose myself. The string rubbing on my clit didn't help much either. It kept me distracted all the time. I felt every tiny, little move on my clit, and it drove me nuts. My body was taking over control. All my senses focused on the maddening itching in my pussy.

Rule #2 didn't help either. To my own frustration, I couldn't wait for three hours to be over to take my break and play with my pussy for five minutes. When the time had finally come, I was so excited that I had a hard time to keep myself from cumming, edging constantly.

At the end of the working day, I was stewing in my juices. I had never been so aroused before. Every little touch to my body was like an electric jolt. The urge to touch my pussy was overwhelming. I felt like going through the roof.

Once again, I found myself yearning for D-Rod to step into my office. I hadn't made him cum yet, and he wouldn't miss out on it, right? I was even close to walking downstairs to the interns' office and asking D-Rod to come upstairs with me. I wouldn't let the young Latino have this triumph, though. It would be too much of a complete surrender. I was his submissive office pet, but I wouldn't let him turn me into a groveling slut addicted to his cock.

Once again, it was getting close to quitting time, and D-Rod hadn't shown up yet. I couldn't take it any longer. I needed to cool off so I walked into the ladies' room and splashed some cold water into my face, which helped to a certain degree.

When I returned to my office, the young Latino was sitting in my office chair, greeting me with his trademark arrogant grin.

"How you're feeling, Miss Ho-Worker?" He asked.

He could see my agitation. He could see my arousal. Yet, he wanted me to say it loud. I tried to avoid eye contact, as I was too embarrassed to admit it. He didn't let me off the hook, though, waiting for me to reply. This was too much for me to bear. I could barely remain on my feet. I was so dizzy with lust.

"Sir, I need relief! Please sir, let your office pet cum!" I blurted out in spite of myself and felt an instant pinch of shame for this burst of vulgarity.
"What you say?" D-Rod taunted me. "Mrs. Powers begging to cum like an easy office tramp? Can you imagine that! Do you deserve an orgasm, though?"

"Please Sir Da-Rod!" I pleaded by now, saying whatever came to my mind. "I'll gladly serve you. Please, let me be your office pet. Just let your fuckdoll cum, please!"

OMG! I felt like the last ounces of self-respect were leaving me. I was shamelessly smarming over the young Latino begging him to serve him all around the clock. Right now, my arousal was in total control.

"Go 'n get the ruler then." D-Rod seemed to like my suggestion. "Make yourself cum on it."

My stomach was in knots. I didn't know whether to cheer or cry. I had to use the instrument of my punishment to get off!?! This was so humiliating! My intern had used it to beat me into submission, and now, I was using it to get relief? A voice in my head screamed for me to resist. But it was far too low, getting drowned out by the overwhelming throbbing in my pussy.

My mind was too foggy at that moment to realize it. But looking back, using the ruler as my pleasure toy was another step in my total surrender to D-Rod. It connected my submission with pleasure. Even now, I still feel the simultaneous pinch of submissiveness and jolt of pleasure when looking at my silver bracelet with the ruler charm.

Taking the ruler in my hand, I squatted down with my back to the door and flipped my black skirt up to my hips, presenting my torn pantyhose and reversed g-string to D-Rod. Spreading my legs wide, I pushed the string to the side to expose my shaved, glistening cunt. Then I pushed the wooden ruler against my throbbing clit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned, quickly biting on my left forearm to muffle my moans.

This felt so good. This was exactly what I needed, no matter how degrading, no matter which instrument. My legs were twitching wildly, and I was gnawing on my forearm to keep quiet. The danger of a colleague walking in on me was totally forgotten.

I stuck the wooden ruler up my cunt to fill my yearning snatch with something. My pussy lips deliciously stretched across the wooden straight edge while I rapidly drilled it in and out of my sloppy cunt. I took my left arm from my mouth and started rubbing my clit.

That did the trick! I exploded in sheer ecstasy. My orgasm hit me so hard that I slipped off my feet and went ass over kettle. With my legs still spread wide, a liquid burst of excitement gushed from my contracting pussy, wetting my hands and legs. I was having a squirting orgasm in my office while my head was swimming in dizzy lust. What an easy fuckslut I was!

D-Rod quietly applauded my slutty efforts in a mocking gesture while I came down from my high. That moment, I became aware of my surroundings again. I was sitting on my naked ass in my office with colleagues walking around outside. I felt so embarrassed! How could I let it go so far? How could I submit to my needs so easily?

"Time to do your job, Miss Ho-Worker!" D-Rod reminded me of the task at hand.

He had already pulled his hard cock from his pants. The danger of my colleagues walking in on us made me hesitant. However, my intern had just allowed me to have one of the most intense orgasms ever, so it was only fair to pay back some of the pleasure, wasn't it? I slowly got up on my feet with my black pencil skirt still up around my hips and walked over to the dirty prick sitting on my office chair.

"C'mon office bunny, show me your tits." He exclaimed when I stood in front of him.

I pushed my white blouse to the sides to fully expose my black lace bra. Grabbing the cups, I pulled them down, letting my juicy juggs pop into freedom. My nipples were standing out proud and erect.

"Get my cock ready for your cunt 'n show your ass off to the door." He ordered next.

Once again, he was toying with me and my fears. He knew how much I was afraid of anyone witnessing my lewd behavior at work, so he stressed it time and again.

Nonetheless, I obediently bent down until my face was hovering above his cock. Meanwhile, I reached back with my hands to spread my pussy lips open, shamelessly exposing my wet, pink cunt meat to the door while my ample tits obscenely dangled off my chest.

D-Rod pulled his cock into his belly so I could see his big ball sack. I knew what he wanted and got to work sucking a ball at a time into my mouth, licking the sack in between. While I worked hard on his balls, my intern amused himself by releasing his meaty shaft and letting it slap against my face, a humiliating reminder of the way I had slapped myself for him yesterday.

"C'mon lil office bimbo, ride my cock." He shouted when he was ready for the next phase. "Face the door and greet your colleagues."

His taunt sent a shiver of fear down my back. We were coming close to quitting time. O'Bannon and Ortega could leave any moment. What if they stuck their head through the door to say goodbye?

I didn't get a chance to utter my reservations as D-Rod roughly gripped my hips and turned me around. Facing the door with my tits hanging out of my white blouse, I straddled his legs and slowly lowered my pussy over his straining cock.

I felt him splitting my cunt lips and stretching my pussy wide. I was still so wet that his meat pole easily slipped inside. The attention to my snatch felt delicious, and I quickly started bucking on his lap, pushing my pussy up and down his shaft.

Humping his thick cock, a noise outside my office startled me. I heard heavy footsteps on the hallway. It must have been O'Bannon leaving. I held my breath while I unconsciously continued lifting myself up until D-Rod's cock almost fell out of me before sliding back down so that he filled me to the hilt. I had a good relation with the CEO so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for him to say goodbye.

"Wave your tits at the door, fuckdoll!" D-Rod commanded as if he sensed my nervousness.

I groaned in despair but cupped my ample boobs nonetheless. By shaking my hands, I made my soft tit meat jiggle on my chest. It felt so ridiculous waving at the door with my boobs.

All the while, I heard the footsteps getting louder. They were coming closer to my office. Suddenly, they stopped altogether. O'Bannon must have been standing in front of my door. Any second, he would open it and witness the inappropriate scene. It would all be over in a heartbeat.

I wanted to slip off D-Rod's lap and hide behind my desk but the macho prick tightly grabbed my hips holding me in place. I could only brace myself for the inevitable while I continued riding my intern's cock and jiggling my juicy juggs. I had done everything he had ordered to save my career, and now, it would all be over nonetheless. All the humiliations I had suffered had been in vain - except for the crashing orgasms they had yielded.

Suddenly, I heard voices outside. I couldn't make out who it was but it must have been Ortega addressing O'Bannon! They were having a quick chat before leaving the office right outside my office door. They would see me both if they opened my door to say goodbye!

That exact moment, D-Rod pushed me deep into his lap while lifting his ass to plant his dick balls deep in my cunt. I felt his cock expanding in my pussy as he shot his cum load. The arrogant macho let out a deep, low growl that caught my breath. The two men were still talking on the hallway. They might have heard him groaning! While my pussy milked D-Rod's meat pole, I tried to focus on the chatter. It continued so I gathered that they hadn't heard anything.

With his load emptied up my cunt, the young Latino blandly pushed me off his lap. Tumbling to the ground, I felt the sticky spunk running out of my slit. I was kneeling on the ground with my tits out when the inevitable happened. The door opened!

Nooo!

It couldn't be all over! Not now! Not like that!

Totally paralyzed from shock, I watched the door open like in slow motion. The two men stepped inside! They saw me kneeling on the ground! They saw my naked tits!

"Hey, look at our barrio hoodrat! Ready to go! That's what I call a good ho!"

OMG! Oh my fucking god!

The two men were Flaco and Lucho, D-Rod's gangster homies from the 'LGZ' gang. Apparently, the musclehead and the skinny baldie had come to the office to pick up their friend. I guess our receptionist had already gone home. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let these two thugs dressed in their typical Latino gangster outfits with unbuttoned plaid shirts and bandanas around their head into our office.

However, I can't even tell how glad I was to see these rude gangbangers. Anybody was better than O'Bannon and Ortega. My rival and my superior hadn't witnessed anything! My career was safe for another day, even if another day meant another office dare, which I didn't like at all.

As soon as the two Latino gangsters had closed the door, they were all over me. Planting themselves in front of me, each one grabbed one of my ample boobs and started mauling them roughly.

"Ooohhh!" I couldn't help but moan from their rude treatment.

"Ya can't wait to get cha hands on our cocks, can ya?" Lucho mocked me.

Without giving it a thought, I nodded. Somehow, I felt like the two guys had saved me from getting caught in the act by my colleagues and deserved a thank-you gift. Gawd! I was more than willing to give them the blowjob of their lives!

Letting them continue squeezing my ripe melons, I pulled their cocks from their khaki pants and started jacking each dick with a hand. Then I lunged forward and pushed my soft lips over Flaco's meat tool. I gulped it down until his cockhead hit the entrance to my throat. Pushing my mouth up and down, I let my lips dance over his cock with fervor.

After sucking his glorious dick down about ten times, I let it pop out of my mouth and went to work on Lucho's shaft. Alternating between the two cocks, I gave both gangbangers a heck of a sloppy blowjob. They wanted more than just my mouth, though.

"Haul ya ass over to dat door, biatch!" Flaco ordered while pulling his cock from my lips.

After getting 'sort of saved' by them, I was in such a submissive mood that I didn't question their command at all. Getting to my feet, I sauntered over to the closed door with my skirt hiked up to my hips, showing off my ripped pantyhose and dried sperm that covered the insides of my thighs.

Putting my hands against the door, I spread my legs like a suspect does when being frisked. Feeling one of the guys approach, he put his arm around my waist and gripped me tightly.

"I'ma gonna fuck da shit outta ya, puta del barrio!" Flaco whispered into my ear. "Ya our gang ho, no matter where. I'ma gonna enjoy fuckin' ya in dis prim 'n proper place. Hehehe!"

His words gave me the creeps. Still, I groaned when he followed his words with action and slid his cock into my pussy, which didn't offer any resistance. He wasn't gentle at all, bottoming out in me on the first thrust. His hands were around my hips, holding me in place, while he ripped into my cunt. With my hands against the door, I had to hold on for dear life. His strokes were so powerful that it made my titties bounce. My tit meat started banging against the door with each thrust, making soft thuds.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

A cold shiver ran down my spine when I realized that these bumps could be heard on the hallway. After all, I had no clue if O'Bannon and Ortega had already left the office or if they were still around. I couldn't resist Flaco's onslaught, however. After being on the edge for so long, my body more than embraced the second cock of the day. My arousal was back with full force despite my previous orgasm on the ruler.

Hammering my cunt at such a high pace, Flaco couldn't hold on for long. With a loud grunt, he pulled his dick from my slit and aimed it at my ass. Erupting in a powerful orgasm, he spurt his spunk all over my butt, completely staining my black, sheer pantyhose.

As soon as he had stepped aside, Lucho took his place. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Lifting me up with his strong arms, the musclehead implanted my dripping pussy on his hard cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he started banging me hard, right up against the closed door. It made a loud thud each time he impaled me and slammed my ass against the door.

The noise was even louder than before! The danger of getting caught was even bigger!

Still, I could only bite my lip to prevent myself from groaning loudly while my body enjoyed the hell out of every thrust up my pussy.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

"That's some strange noise, isn't it?"

My eyes shot open when I heard O'Bannon's voice in the hallway. This time, it was definitely him! There was no doubt about it! I recognized his voice.

"Maybe, Mrs. Addams is redecorating her office, wasting valuable working time." Ortega's voice rang out in response, not hiding his antipathy towards me at all.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

They had heard the noise! They were about to check out what was going on inside my office any second! My nightmare was becoming reality! I had been saved before but it had only been a short delay!

I dug my fingers into Lucho's back and tried my best to keep my ass from slamming into the door. I had to stop the bumps at all costs!

THUD! THUD! THUD!

The musclehead was far too strong. I was nothing but a ragdoll in his arms. He simply continued pounding me, and my pussy reacted absolutely contrary to my intent. My cunt began contracting and erupted in a major orgasm.

I was cumming while my rival and my superior were listening to the noise of my ass slamming against my office door while getting fucked by a Latino gangster! The sheer imagination was enough to make my head spin in embarrassment.

"Oh well. You're probably right, she's just rearrainging some things. Nothing important. I'm already late anyways, I must fly. " I distantly heard O'Bannon's voice through the fog of my orgasm.

"Yeah, I don't really care how Mrs. Addams rearranges her office anyways. It doesn't matter how nicely your office is done up. It only matters how well you perform as a manager." Ortega responded with a dismissive huff.

Shortly afterwards, I heard their footsteps. They were leading away from my office. The two men were leaving the office without checking out what was causing the bumps! I got off the hook!

The moment all the tension and strain dropped from me, another orgasm hit me with full force. With the danger gone, my body completely surrendered to my pleasure. My pussy grabbed Lucho's dick so firmly that it finally tipped him over. Implanting his meat pole up my twat, he shot his jizz deep into me as he held me tightly.

When he finally let me slip off of him, I simply fell to my knees on the floor. Without request, I kissed both guys' cocks and licked our juices off until they were nice and clean. D-Rod and his buddies were long gone when I was still sitting in my office cooling off.

Back at home, I was appalled with myself. I had barely put up a struggle to resist D-Rod's naughty office dare. I had lost any kind of will power, completely giving in to my interns' dominance. Even worse, I had embraced my submissiveness at work, and to my embarrassment, it had given me a major orgasm.

The sexual bliss in the office had been so overwhelming it had totally clouded my mind. It took quite some time for the fog to subside. The more I regained my senses, though, the more ashamed I became of my behavior. I was still coming to terms with my submissive nature. However, my urge to be used like a cheap slut, treated like a whore, and laughed at by rude, low-class slobs was a lot more troubling.

Somehow, I felt like a part of me was ready to embrace my sub nature and eager to act it out as long as it was a part of my private live. But not at work! It embarrassed me how much it aroused me to surrender at my workplace where I was supposed to be the boss. Even more, it frightened me how close I had come to getting exposed by my superior after only a single day.

When I went to bed, I was dead certain that I would never let this happen again. I was afraid of losing myself and wasn't willing to accept that. It was something to act like an easy slut at the weekend but it was something completely different to be a stupid, horny bimbo whore at work! I was a business executive with a bright future as the CEO of my consulting firm after all.

I would sit out the mess I had made. I would pull through the remaining weeks of D-Rod's internship and cut the losses. But I would make sure that it wouldn't affect me any further.

--Week 2 -- Wednesday--

The next morning I received a text message from D-Rod while getting dressed.

*Dont want me 2 ruin ur prim n proper outfit again? Dont wear no bra. Show sum cleavage as it suits a dirty office floozy.*

I choked and struggled to breathe when reading the message. Wasn't it bad enough that he was blatantly using his superior as his fuckslut at work? Did he have to toy with me in such mean ways? Did he always have to up the ante?

Despite my reluctance, I felt the effect of his clear, hard words on me. It made my submissive streak stir which in turn made me angry as hell. I felt like I was betraying myself. I wouldn't allow myself to slip again! This time, I would stay strong.

As much as I struggled internally, I dutifully obeyed D-Rod's order nevertheless. I wasn't keen on disregarding Rule #1 for another time so I left off any kind of bra and panties. Instead, I put on a silky black buttoned-up blouse, a knee-long caramel brown pencil skirt, black seamed hold-up stockings, and a stylish pair of matching caramel silk open-toe pumps with 4" stiletto heels.

Checking myself in the mirror, I made sure that my outfit was decent enough for the office while meeting D-Rod's rule. As ordered, I left the upper two buttons of my black blouse open. Fortunately, the silky material wasn't see-through so the missing bra wasn't noticeable at first sight. Truth be told, the outfit was very formfitting but still looked elegant.

However, I barely felt dressed. The blouse revealed my neckline and offered a nice view down my cleavage every time I made a careless move, reminding me of the missing bra. I really felt like the stupid, ditzy office floozy D-Rod wanted me to become.

All the way to work, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard that I felt my boobs straining against my silky black blouse. I wasn't keen on meeting my subordinates. What if they noticed the missing bra? I better not wanted to think about the consequences.

Arriving at the office, I got a coffee first. The clicking sound of my high heels accompanied me down the hallway. A sound I was getting used to by now. Of course, it didn't remain unnoticed. Once again, all interns ogled me when I walked past their office. Passing by, I saw that D-Rod was around too and knew that he would want to inspect my outfit.

Without thinking about it any further, I walked into the interns' office after I had gotten my coffee. Better get that inspection over with sooner than later, right? Unconsciously, I started swaying my hips on my way to D-Rod's cube as if advertising my assets. All the way, I felt the other interns' eyes scraping over my figure, undressing me with their gazes.

In front of D-Rod, I came to a halt. Fortunately, the cube shielded me from the other interns' looks. Standing there, I flexed my back to push my tits out and let the young Latino give me a look-over from head to toe. Then I placed my left foot on his office chair, right between his legs, pushed my caramel pencil skirt up, and spread my legs apart. This way, he had a clear view of my pantyless, shaved pussy.

D-Rod ran his hand over my black, seamed, hold-up stockings. Any moment, he was about to reach my pussy. It was already throbbing with anticipation. And the day had just begun! I closed my eyes getting ready for the touch I was longing for.
But it didn't happen.

Reaching the right stocking top, the fucking macho simply reached over to the left stocking top. He completely spared my cunt and ran his hand back down my left thigh. I almost sighed out loudly. I was so disappointed. Fortunately, I didn't do it. I better not wanted to find out how the other interns' would react to that!

Surprisingly, I didn't hear anything from D-Rod for the rest of the working day. I was getting confused. What about the daily office dare? Had he forgotten about it? No way, what a ridiculous idea! Had he gotten bored with his office pet? Fat chance! What a silly notion although it inadvertently caused a pinch of sorrow in my guts. Had he revealed our secret office dares to anyone? Jeez, what a thought! It almost made me faint from fear.

I was getting more nervous by the second. Finally, I was so antsy I picked up the phone to call the interns' office to ask for D-Rod. The rational part of myself kicked in at the last second, stopping me. I felt like slapping myself. What kind of submissive slut had I become? I wouldn't call D-Rod groveling to be used! Get some self-respect, girl, for fuck's sake!

It was past lunchtime, and I still hadn't heard anything from D-Rod. I was barely able to sit still anymore. My gaze roamed over to my silver bracelet with the ruler charm time and time again. Whenever, I caught myself staring at the symbol of my pain and pleasure, I growled at myself. Get a grip, girl!

I couldn't help it, though. My mind wondered back to yesterday's use of the ruler, which had given me such a shattering orgasm. The more I tried to suppress it, the more I felt myself getting aroused. The symbol of my submission was driving me mad.

KNOCK

KNOCK

Someone knocked on my door, startling me up! I almost jumped off my chair! Shit! I had been daydreaming gazing at my charm bracelet while fondling my braless nipples through the silky, black blouse. My blouse was askew! What the fuck had I been doing in my office?

Maybe, D-Rod was finally coming by! Maybe, it was time for the office dare? Once again, I cursed my treacherous self for hoping it might by the dirty macho thug! D-Rod never knocked on my door. It definitely wasn't him.

What if it was one of the secretaries like Michelle Keelan? What if she noticed my missing bra? The gossip would spread with lightning speed! What if it was one of my subordinates? He would lose any kind of respect for me as his superior! What if it was CEO O'Bannon? He would reconsider my commitment to becoming his successor! Either way would be bad! I almost prayed for it to be D-Rod despite my better knowledge.

The knock had been very urgent, sounding like the person was about to enter my office any second. I didn't have much time left so I hastily opened some files on my desk to look busy and adjusted my blouse as best as possible. Then it was all too late anyways. The door opened, and Damon, one of my subordinates, stepped inside.

"Hey, can I interrupt you?" He asked cheerfully when I didn't address him straightaway.

Pheww! I had barely managed to get snatched from the jaws of a huge scandal. I better not dared to envision my subordinate's reaction if he had seen me fondling my tits.

The current state was bad enough. Damon's gaze quickly dropped to my blouse when he saw my hard nipples poking through the silky, black material. There was no way for me to hide that I wasn't wearing a bra. It was too obvious, and it embarrassed me to no end. I fought hard to hide it but deeply blushed in shame anyways.

My subordinate tried his best not to let anything show. He quickly told me about his progress on his current project and asked some open questions. I dealt with it as quickly as possible. Still, we needed some time to find some proper solutions. He sat down on the opposite side of my desk to show me the work he had done already. All the while, I felt him ogling my boobs. I caught him using every chance to glimpse down my cleavage.

I had to check several calculations, Damon had brought along. But instead of handing the papers over, he placed them on his side of the desk. I automatically leaned over the tabletop to read them. Only then, I noticed that the bent over position almost caused my ample, braless juggs to topple out of the blouse. Damon was treated to a full view of my big, round tits!

Fuck! My subordinates were just the same kind of horny bastards as D-Rod!

I was about to scream at him. I was about to vent all my frustration on him. But I stopped myself at the last second. It would only call more attention! It would only raise questions about my outfit. I had to suffer his lecherous gazes and act as if I wouldn't notice.

Damon came up with question after question. It was clear that he was stalling for time to continue ogling my tits. All the attention didn't do much to soften my nipples. Instead, they continued poking through my silky blouse giving Damon a proper show. All the time, I was on pins and needles.

Finally, Damon had run out of questions, and I sent him out. I deeply sighed in relief when he was gone. Gosh! I could really use a strong coffee now! Checking the clock, I noticed that quitting time was approaching. I couldn't believe it. I had barely managed to get any work done for the day although D-Rod hadn't even approached me with an office dare yet!

That was about to change, though. Before I had a chance to proceed back to business, the door opened again. This time, there wasn't a knock on the door. Of course, it was D-Rod!

"Woah! You really stoked up your colleague, didn't you?" He mocked me as a greeting. "But hey! I get it! You're just doing your job as Miss Ho-Worker, right?"

I furiously shot daggers at him but didn't say a word. There was nothing left to argue. Anyways, D-Rod walking into my office was better than any other of my co-workers. It was bad enough that one of my subordinates had noticed my missing bra.

"Waiting for your daily office dare?" My intern asked with a chuckle. "Present your cunt!"

Letting out an annoyed sigh, I stood up and stepped in front of the Latin macho. Once again, I found myself pushing my caramel skirt up to my hips and presenting my bare pussy.

"Your office pet is ready for the dare, Sir Da-Rod!" I finally replied through gritted teeth, forcing out my derogatory nickname.

In this submissive posture, I felt the instant urge to fall under D-Rod's dominant spell. But I resisted. I wouldn't give in! Not this time!

"Excited already, huh?" The rude thug taunted me in response. "Bet you've been waiting for it all day long, Miss Ho-Worker!"

"You're wet in anticipation like a real slut, aren't you?" He added while stepping close to me.

My cheeks turned red from anger. I didn't want it to be true, but he was right. I had barely been able to focus on anything work-related because of the maddening anticipation.

Although I felt the young Latino's domineering presence, I held his gaze. D-Rod reacted by roughly pushing his hand between my legs. Forcing my legs apart, he rudely ran his hand over my slit, probing my pussy with a finger.

"Just as I said." He exclaimed while holding his wet finger in front of my face. "A true slut!"

I closed my eyes at my own insolence. No, no, no! I wasn't a slut! I was a respected business lady caught in my intern's blackmail. However, whether I liked it or not, my subordinate's attention had made my nipples hard and my crotch damp.

When I opened my eyes again, D-Rod stood in front of me with the wooden ruler in his hand. A cold shiver ran down my spine as much from the fear of getting another ass thrashing as from the anticipation of getting my clit rubbed. D-Rod didn't waste any time pushing the wooden ruler between my legs and running it over my slit.

"Ooohhh!" I groaned out.

I couldn't help it. The long wait during the working day, the attention from my subordinate, D-Rod's dominance, it all made my head swim. I couldn't withstand it any longer. The moment, the wooden ruler touched my pussy, my will to resist was finally stifled. The respected business lady went out the door. I could only bite my lips to suppress my moans and ride out the pleasure.

I started bucking against the wooden ruler. My head was spinning in lust while I desperately tried to bring myself off on the straight edge. I was so aroused my legs were trembling.

"Do you want to cum, lil office tramp?" D-Rod asked teasingly. "Tell me how much you wanna cum, office pet! Beg me for it!"

I was beyond caring. It didn't matter if I was standing in my office or not. It didn't matter if it was my intern or not. A switch had flipped, turning me into a total slut. Standing in my office with my skirt around my hips and my legs spread, I was uninhibitedly humping a wooden ruler. For the moment, I was too needy to be embarrassed.

"Mmm!... Yesss!... Own your ditzy office bimbo, sir!... Ooohhh!... Pleassse!... Please sir, make your office pet cum!... Ooohhh!... Yesss!" It was all I could muster.

I was so dizzy with lust I was barely able to remain on my feet.

SLAP

The wooden ruler landed on my right ass cheek with a loud smack.

"You gotta earn your orgasm, slut!" D-Rod told me. "It's too early now!"

I sobbed in response - more in frustration at the sudden denial than from the harsh slap that was still burning on my ass cheek. The ruler was gone from my clit, however, so I acted on impulse and reached down to touch my clit with my right hand.

SLAP

Another harsh blow landed on my ass, reddening my left buttock while D-Rod batted my hand away. He looked at me with an annoyed, disapproving look.

"Tsktsktsk! Obedience, Miss Ho-Worker! Or else you won't be allowed to cum at all!" He scolded me like a little, naughty schoolgirl. "You're here to serve me first and foremost. If I'm satisfied with your service, I might let you cum!"

"Yes sir, sorry sir!" I replied with my head hanging.

I felt ashamed of the fact that I wasn't allowed to cum while having to serve this crude macho first. It drove home the meaning of being his 'office pet' once and for all.

"Let's get you ready for your office dare, shall we, lil office tramp?" My intern exclaimed with his trademark arrogant grin. "First, your outfit's still too conservative for a right office slut!"

My heart skipped a beat when D-Rod referred to my outfit, stifling my arousal and replacing it with nervousness. I wasn't wearing a bra and panties already! That should be slutty enough, right?

"Not looking flossy enough for a right office bunny." He stated matter-of-factly. "That top needs more buttons open than closed!"

Looking down myself, I had to gulp. The silky, black blouse had five buttons in total and the upper two were already open. I barely felt dressed like that! The third button was right at nipple level. Opening it with trembling fingers, the silky material popped open instantly. Gosh! My braless juggs came dangerously close to tumbling out! The blouse fully revealed my neckline now, and my nipples were almost visible. This way, I was shamelessly flaunting my ample boobs to everyone!

"An office tramp should always wear a bimbo belt as skirt, don't you think?" The macho prick continued with a chuckle. "You know, a proper bimbo belt reaches down to mid-thigh at a max, right?"

Oh no! Not that as well! I wanted to protest so badly. I already felt like a half-naked slut! The open blouse alone was totally inappropriate for work! However, I had promised myself not to beg. I wouldn't give my intern that kind of satisfaction.

For a few seconds, we exchanged gazes, shooting daggers at each other. I didn't shirk from his look although I felt a wave of submissiveness surging through me. Finally, I grabbed the hem of my caramel brown, knee-long skirt and pushed it up until it barely covered half my thighs. I used a few pins from my desk to fixate the skirt in that position while I continued staring into D-Rod's eyes. Gosh! I had never worn such a short skirt in the office!

I had slipped in my conviction when the scruffy thug had rubbed my clit with the ruler. But I had regained my composure now! I wanted to let him know that he hadn't subdued my will yet. D-Rod didn't seem impressed, though.

"Look at this!" He exclaimed while pulling two clear plastic bags from his pockets. "I prepared a little something 'n guess what. You got the choice, bitch!"

My gaze changed from stubbornness to confusion as my eyes went back and forth between his arrogant smirk and the clear plastic bags. There were some folded papers in it. But I had absolutely no clue what my intern was up to now.

"Today's office dare's a lottery!" D-Rod explained. "You draw the place 'n the act!"

"Maybe, it's your office. Maybe, it's the restrooms. Could be the copy room or the chill-out room. It depends on your pick!" He gave me some details. "Maybe, you get away with a simple blowjob, a sweet little cunt fuck, or a rough ass fuck. We'll see!"

Realizing the meaning of the slut lottery made me gasp for air. How far did he want to go with this?

The copy room???

It was on the lower level right next to the fully occupied interns' office!

The restrooms???

It was like a revolving door with employees constantly walking in and out!

The chill-out room???

It was a dirty, shabby room in the basement that only got used by the interns!

We weren't safe in any of these places! Anybody could spot us or walk in on us! Was he going insane? Was he just taunting me? Hadn't it been enough that we had almost gotten caught yesterday? Did he have to push our luck like that?

"Draw the lots, office pet!" The young Latino ordered impatiently, hammering home that he meant every word.

My fingers trembled madly while I stuck my hand into the first plastic bag and grabbed a folded paper. Pulling my hand out, I handed the pick over to D-Rod. He made an exaggerated show of unfolding it.

"And the winner is... blowjob!" He read out, acting like a show host. "You got the easy pick there, Miss Ho-Worker!"

I honestly couldn't share this opinion with him. A blowjob would be quick and easy, though. At least, I had a bit of luck. Pushing my hand into the second plastic bag, I pulled out another folded paper.

"Tadaa!" D-Rod exclaimed drawing out every word like a ring announcer. "It's the... restrooms!"

No! No, no, no! Goddammit! There goes my luck.

Of course, the best pick had to be followed by the worst one. While I cursed my bad luck, D-Rod grinned from ear to ear. Obviously, this had been his favorite choice.

"C'mon!" He demanded impatiently. "Follow me, Miss Ho-Worker!"

Before I knew what was happening, he had walked out of my office and stood on the floor waiting for me. I had to brace myself to get going. I couldn't picture myself giving my young intern a blowjob in the restrooms. It was such a lewd idea!

At least, meetings were over for the day. As only O'Bannon, Ortega, and I had offices on the upper floor, the restrooms were deserted at this time of day. Shaking my head in resignation, I finally followed D-Rod outside.

Walking into the hallway, I was more than aware of my 'bimbo belt' barely covering my stocking tops. It instantly made me feel like a skanky slut. The second I stepped onto the hallway, the macho prick got into motion. And bounced down the stairs!

I gazed after him in astonishment. What was he doing now? Why did he run past the restrooms? I remained standing at the top of the stairs like rooted to the spot. When D-Rod noticed that I wasn't following, he stopped and looked back to me.

"Hey Miss Ho-Worker! You coming or what?" He called me out.

I flinched when he shouted 'Miss Ho-Worker' right on the stairs. I only prayed that no one had heard it.

"What about the restrooms?" I whispered, not daring to talk any louder.

"Awww, fuckdoll!" D-Rod laughed out loudly. "You didn't really think we we're talking 'bout the restroom up here, did you?"

"Where's the fun in that? Nobody here to walk in on you!" He scoffed. "We're talking 'bout the men's room downstairs! That's where the party's at!"

Without another word, he turned around and walked away. He simply left me standing there in my pinned-up, caramel skirt and unbuttoned, revealing blouse. I felt like my feet were frozen to the ground. I couldn't go downstairs looking like this! I couldn't be seen by my subordinates in this flossy, dolled-up outfit! I couldn't go into the men's room either! With all the male consultants sitting on the lower floor, the restrooms were in heavy use. Somebody would walk in on us!

By now, D-Rod had reached the lower floor and disappeared from my view. I couldn't let him wait. He would get bored! I couldn't risk him shouting my degrading nickname through the staircase again!

Eventually, I got going and slowly walked down the stairs. When I reached the lower floor, my skin was crawling. I carefully looked over my shoulder. I was kind of feeling my way forward. But the slower I walked, the higher the chances that someone saw me in my slutted-up outfit.

Finally, I worked up all my courage and headed straight to the restrooms. I had to walk down the entire hallway to get there. After taking a few steps, I was close to start running. I had to restrain myself. My caramel, silk, open-toe pumps with 4" stiletto heels would only click louder on the parquet and attract attention.

Fortunately, most office doors were closed. Quitting time was approaching, and my co-workers were busy getting work done for the day to head home. The offices with open doors were unoccupied. Still, I had to pass the interns' office.

Slowly approaching it, I saw Justin, Taylor, and Matt packing up their stuff. I stopped a few steps in front of the office and waited for the right moment. I heard my heart pounding in my chest. I was trembling from the tension. Please don't let them see me, I prayed. When the interns started saying their goodbyes, I jumped forward. Passing the door as quickly as I could, I joined D-Rod in front of the men's room.

"You like your catwalk, Miss Ho-Worker?" D-Rod took a jibe at me.

My walk through the hallway had obviously amused him. Once again, he shouted out the degrading title without a care if anyone might hear it. The taunt made me frantically look around the hallway. No one moved or stepped out of an office. The interns were still occupied with packing up their stuff. I had been lucky - for once.

As soon as D-Rod had called me out, he disappeared into the men's room. I could only follow him and get it over with. Once again, I looked around the hallway to make sure that no one saw me. Then I basically rushed through the door.

Inside the restroom, I breathed a sigh of relief. D-Rod casually leaned on a sink. Did he ever lose that pretentious attitude? When I looked up at him, he pointed at the ground.

"Remember fuckdoll! Office bimbos work on all fours!" He explained with a sly smile.

No, no, no! Not again! This was going too far. I was ready to plead by now, but the look in his eyes immediately stopped me. There was no arguing with him. It was his way or the highway.

Looking at the tiles made me gulp. They were dirty and filthy. Plenty of men had walked in here with dirty shoes. It was so revolting it made me shudder. Every fiber of my body resisted kneeling down.

Still, I slowly dropped to my knees. Feeling the cold tiles through the flimsy fabric of my black seamed stockings made my skin crawl. Leaning forward and placing my bare hands on the dirty tiles, caused me to shudder in disgust.

This was gross!

I could feel the dirt on my hands! I desperately wanted to shake the filth off my hands. Mustering all my will power, though, I remained in position.

Making matters worse, I felt my pinned-up, caramel skirt rise up over my bubble butt exposing my ass cheeks. Knowing what D-Rod expected of me, I didn't want him cooking up some more humiliating ideas. Resigned to my fate, I pulled my tits from my silky, black blouse letting them hang out.
"Getting in the mood, huh, office pet?" The Latin macho grinned mockingly before walking down the line of toilet booths.

There were four booths on each side with the urinals placed at the end of the room. Gosh! Not the urinals, please! I had been such a good office pet, hadn't I?

I was sweating blood at that degrading prospect. Crawling through the men's room at work was humiliating enough. Before D-Rod reached the urinals, though, he turned and disappeared in the last toilet booth to the right.

Phew! That was close!

Hastily, I crawled behind and followed him into the booth. He was already sitting on the toilet seat, waiting for me. The moment I was inside, he closed the door behind me. A hand on my shoulders signaled me to remain on my knees.

"We want your legs sticking outta the booth, don't we?" The young thug explained.

Throwing a look over my shoulder, I realized what he was talking about. The booth was so small that my lower legs stuck out underneath the door. They were highly visible from every position in the restroom! The stockings and heels clearly indicated them to be woman's legs! It was more than obvious what it implied. A slut sucking off some employee! And the only women in the consulting firm were me and the secretaries!

I broke out in a cold sweat. There was no way in hell this could ever turn out well! I was done at work! I could see my whole future slip away!

D-Rod didn't give me much time to envision the negative consequences, though, as he pulled his cock from his trousers.

"Now show me what you got, Miss Ho-Worker!" The dirty prick urged me on. "No hands like a proper slut!"

I looked up at the young guy from my kneeling position. This was so naughty! This was so obscene! Here I was, a mature business executive, kneeling in front of a toilet bowl in a men's room at work about to suck off a young intern. I even had to show the proper enthusiasm to pass the office dare!

Gosh! I felt dirtier than ever before. I felt sluttier than ever before. My heart raced when I got to work to please this fucking bastard. It was such a contradiction. I was trying so hard to keep up my will power. Yet, here I was dead set on pleasing him to the max.

I placed my head over his hard cock and opened my lips. Gathering some spit in my mouth, I pushed my tongue out. I let the spit dribble down onto his dick until the threads of drool connected my tongue with his cockhead. It looked so obscene.

Diving down, I began to lick D-Rod's shaft. I slid my soft tongue all the way up and down his tool and swirled it around his cockhead. I didn't stop until every inch of skin glistened wetly. Then I pushed my head deeper and addressed his boys. I sucked his right ball into my mouth and extensively worked my tongue around it. Letting it pop out of my mouth, I tended to his left ball and gave it the same treatment, bathing it in my spit. When I was done with D-Rod's nuts, they were brightly polished.

I worked my way back up, sliding my tongue all the way up the backside of his shaft. Then I positioned my hands on each of his thighs and took a deep breath. The next second, I pushed my head down and impaled my face on his cock. I let it slide deep down until it hit the entrance to my throat. I only stopped when I felt my gag reflex setting in.

Nonetheless, I had two thirds of my intern's cock in my mouth. I kept his dick in my mouth clasping my soft, velvet lips around the shaft and swirling my tongue around his cockhead. I could hear D-Rod softly moaning in response. Good! I was definitely on the right track! If I continued that way, he wouldn't hold out too long, and we were done for the day!

The whole scene was getting to me. Unconsciously, I took my hands off D-Rod's thighs. My right hand reached down to my crotch while my left hand reached for my tits. I gasped on the young boy's dick when a finger drove up my pussy.

Damnit! I was wet again. I was slipping again. I cursed my slutty self for betraying me for the second time in one day but didn't take my hands off my pussy or tits.

With my hands off D-Rod's thighs, I had basically given him free reign and he made good use of it, grabbing my chestnut brown hair and using it as a handle. The dirty macho began pushing my head up and down, making my mouth slide along his meat tool. He increased the pace until he was fucking my face on his cock. Gurgling sounds erupted from my lips when I started gagging from the onslaught.

White, bubbly drool started streaming from my lips flowing down his dick and gathering on his balls. To prevent the slobbering, I tightly pressed my lips around his cock, giving D-Rod even more pleasure. When I finally managed to stop the drooling, the young intern pulled my head off his cock.

He didn't give me much time to gather my breath as he quickly pulled my mouth back over his cock. This time, though, he stabbed his hard tool against the inside of my right cheek making it bulge. It must have looked as ridiculous as obscene when my cheek stretched wide and made D-Rod howl with laughter.

Left - right, left - right, left - right.

The dirty prick began alternately poking my cheeks with his cockhead, making them bulge obscenely, while he couldn't stop laughing at the comical sight. Finally, he stretched my right cheek from the inside until his dick slipped from my mouth with a loud, popping sound that made him hoot even more.

PLOP! PLOP! PLOP!

He recreated the popping sound by stretching my cheeks until I started whining. It felt incredibly humiliating as it couldn't give him much pleasure but was only done to degrade me. He definitely knew how to show me that I was nothing but a playtoy for him! Even worse, I was an item of office equipment for him, holding out my holes for his entertainment without questioning the time or place.

I was no toy, though! I was a fucking executive! I was leading a department with 10 consultants! What a contradiction!

A contradiction that made me vigorously dip my fingers into my leaking pussy and roughly tug on my hard nipples. I felt my arousal building up. I was coming close to the breaking point. Just a little bit more and a tidal orgasmic wave would slosh all over me.

Finally, he pushed his cock back into my mouth and proceeded to ram my head up and down his shaft. He simply used my head like a tool as if he was fucking a blow-up doll.

The dirty bastard was really cranking up the roughness.

"Quitting time!" I suddenly heard a familiar voice shout out.

His shout was accompanied by the sound of the door opening. My eyes went wide, and I almost bit down on D-Rod's cock.

"About time I get out of the office." Another voice responded.

Two men were stepping into the restroom. I recognized their voices. They were both members of my department. The first one was Damon, the subordinate who had blatantly checked out my assets today. The other was a relatively new employee called Eric.

Any moment, they were about to walk down the line of toilet booths. They were about to see my legs! I hysterically started thrashing around, trying to pull my legs into the booth. But the cramped space barely left me room to move.

"You won't believe what happened to me today!" Damon told his fellow co-worker.

They were getting closer. It could only be a few more seconds before everything was lost! I closed my eyes in panic.

Then I felt a pull on my shoulders. D-Rod pulled me up from the ground and sat me down on his lap. I instantly threw my arms around his neck and tightly clung to his body. I was trembling all over.

"I saw boss' tits today!" Damon exclaimed in the meantime.

His words made me listen up. He could only be talking about me. After all, I was the leader of his department. Damn it! What a fucking chatterbox!

"No way!" Eric replied in disbelief. "We're talking 'bout the same stuck-up bitch here, don't we? The bitch with a stick up her ass that always dresses as conservative as it gets, right?"

Stuck-up bitch? Stick up my ass? What a fucking asshole! Wait and see what kind of fun tasks I'm going to assign to the both of you! I thought to myself while huddling on D-Rod's lap. Kind of ridiculous to be thinking about arranging duties while sitting on an intern's lap like a little schoolgirl, isn't it? But I was still the superior here!

"Exactly that stuck-up bitch! No kidding!" Damon proceeded to tell his story while the two passed our toilet booth.

"I don't know what's up with her. But today, she didn't wear her usual, conservative, 'don't even think about sex' outfit." He exclaimed when they were standing in front of the urinals. "She didn't sport no bra, man! I got a full view of her tits!"

"No shit?" Eric still wasn't convinced.

"I'm telling you, boss got some bodacious tatas!" Damon stressed and both broke out into laughter.

For the rest of their piss, the two swapped vivid, colorful descriptions of my tits while their dirty laughter filled the restroom.

"Massive gazongas! Hehehe!"

"Big ole funbags! Hehehe!"

"Pleasure sacks! Hehehe!"

"Pillows of love! Hehehe!"

I had to hold my breath not to wince at every sexist term. I guess I can never ever step in front of them again without blushing deeply red.

Finally, they were gone, leaving D-Rod and me alone in the restroom again. But for how long? During quitting time, the restrooms were usually overrun as everybody took a final leak before heading home.

I had to make D-Rod cum and quick! I hastily slipped out of his lap and positioned myself back on the cold tiles. I didn't even consider the dirty and filthy condition of the men's room any longer. The situation itself was a lot dirtier anyways. When I grabbed D-Rod's hard cock, he stopped me, though.

"C'mon, Miss Ho-Worker!" He exclaimed. "After all that talk 'bout titties, I wanna see them!"

Damn! That fucking bastard simply didn't let me off the hook, did he? But I didn't say a word. Instead, I straightened my back and cupped my tits for his viewing pleasure. I lifted them up, making my soft, juicy juggs bounce around on my chest. Then I grabbed my ripe melons from the sides and pressed the tit flesh together. Leaning forward, I softly rubbed my hard nipples along his erect cock.

"Yeah, lil office tramp!" D-Rod addressed me. "Those titties need a name. Which one you pick? Gazongas, funbags, pleasure sacks, or pillows of love?"

Oh gosh! What the fuck was he demanding now? One name was more demeaning than the other! Each one sounded bad in its own way! Each one made me wince. I mulled over the names. Still, none of them did get any better. I couldn't let D-Rod choose one, though. Bad enough that he was calling me Miss Ho-Worker all the time!

"Funbags, Sir Da-Rod!" I finally made a pick.

"Niiice!" My intern remarked. "That's what you gonna call your titties from now on, Miss Ho-Worker! Any other term needs to be punished. You understand that, office bunny?"

"Yes, Sir Da-Rod! I hope you like your office pet's funbags, sir!" I meekly replied.

Woah! I felt my will power slipping away from me at this self-degradation. Still, it added a jolt of lust to my throbbing pussy. That was no excuse, however. I had to stop myself from falling deeper into this submissive role!

D-Rod was obviously pleased with his office pet's behavior. At least, I thought that was what his smirk implied. Evidently, the interruption by my subordinates had been an adrenaline kick for him. It had brought him as close to the edge as me. He could barely hold back any longer.

He rose from the toilet bowl and stepped in front of me. Towering above my petite, kneeling figure, he grabbed my chestnut brown tresses and pressed my head and back against the booth door. There was nowhere to go for me. D-Rod thrust his hard cock forward and drove it deep down my mouth. He didn't care for my gag reflex at all. Instead, he simply pushed as deep as he could, drilling his dick down my throat. When his thick, long shaft entered my tight throat, it made me splutter and gag pitifully. I choked up slobber.

The Latino fucked my mouth like a surrogate pussy but didn't last long. He only pistoned my throat with his meat pole four more times before his cock burst. Spurt after spurt of thick, creamy spunk sprayed out of his dick and coated the roof of my mouth. Some of the goo directly shot down my throat into my belly.

After three healthy cumshots, D-Rod pulled his cock from my lips to hose my face. I squealed in surprise when the first splash of sperm hit my left cheek. He didn't seem to stop cumming at all. It was a tremendous load. He coated both cheeks and the bridge of my nose with thick, gooey spunk before his balls were empty.

To say my face was covered in cum would have been an understatement. It was drenched! What a load from a single guy!

"The dare of the day's done!" The young jock exclaimed. "Time to go home, office pet!"

He opened the booth door without waiting for my reaction. I had to crawl back to the sinks on all fours while I felt his eyes on my naked bubble butt. However, I was more than eager to get there to wash my face. When I rose up and opened the tap, though, D-Rod stopped me.

"The cum remains on your face, Miss Ho-Worker!" He stated matter-of-factly in his arrogant manner. "It's my gift! Wear it proudly, my office bimbo!"

I looked at him in disbelief. After all he had done, this was the worst of all! How was I supposed to get back to my office? I couldn't stay in the men's room forever!

The young intern didn't care about these minor details, though. He simply walked out of the restroom with his hands in his pockets instead. I almost expected him to start whistling as he walked away. He acted as if nothing special had happened. The fucking bastard definitely had a way to get me worked up. But there was no way around it, I had to get out of the restroom before someone else walked in!

More than carefully, I opened the door a crack. Hesitantly, I peeked out and glanced to all sides. Two of my co-workers were getting ready to leave the office, standing at the entrance door and saying their goodbyes.

Hastily, I closed the door again. My heart was pounding in my throat. Leaning against the tiled wall, I tried to calm myself and catch a breath. I waited a few minutes before making another try. Once again, I peeked out of the men's room.

This time, the hallway was empty. Several office doors remained closed, though. Most of my co-workers were still busy. It was now or never. A better chance would not come so I rushed out of the door and walked down the hallway as fast as I dared without making too much noise. All the time, I kept close to the wall. I felt like a spy, tiptoeing along the wall - a spy in a bimbo costume wearing a cum mask.

I had almost made it. I was close to the stairs. A moment before I reached the first steps, I heard a door opening and two co-workers walking onto the hallway. I recognized their voices. One of them was Carlos Ortega!

Fortunately, I had already passed the office. They could only see my back. I wasn't out of danger, though. I couldn't stop now! I couldn't let my rival see me like that!

"Mrs. Addams!"

Ortega obviously recognized me as he called me out. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. I rushed up the stairs as fast as I could, not looking back a single time. I didn't care what Ortega thought. I didn't care if he was upset that I hadn't reacted to him. All that mattered was that he hadn't seen my cum covered face.

When I reached the upper floor, I was completely out of breath and my nerves were frayed. Stepping into my office, I found D-Rod waiting there for me.

"Props to you, fuckdoll!" He applauded my efforts, clapping his hands. "You enjoyed that cum walk, didn't you, lil exhibitionistic slut?

I felt a pinch of pride at his applause and a simultaneous jolt of shame at his notion of my exhibitionistic streak. He was right, though. The 'cum walk' had been as nerve-wracking as thrilling. I was excited as hell. I almost yearned for D-Rod to hand me the wooden ruler to rub it on my pussy, hating myself for the idea. I threw a look at my charm bracelet but reminded myself of my intention to stay strong. You needy slut! I cursed myself and headed to the ladies' room to wash my face.

When I had rearranged my face and returned to my office, D-Rod was gone. I packed my stuff as well. There was no way of getting any more work done anyways.

*to be continued*