Lynn crawled out of bed and looked back at the two men who laid there asleep,
her boss Ron and Steve the foreman. Her cunt felt raw and her hair was crusty
from the dried cum. She walked to the bathroom and tried to wash up and pull
herself together. She thought, “Fuck, finally, I guess it’s out there now, I am
a fuck load whore and the whole company knows.” She absolutely loved it though,
jesus, the amount of cock was unreal, just months ago she was a frustrated shy
lonely needy executive on the outside, very beautiful and competent but so
slutty and nasty when he found herself alone. She had remembered the times she
had gone online and stuffed a rubber cock into her wet hole as some man told her
what a cum slut she was, what he would do to her if he had her there with him,
fuck her mouth and tits, treat her like a jizz dump hole that she was born to
be. Then she remembered with pride how she’d go home and take off her perfectly
tailored business suit and pull out her slutwear, sheer and short, her high
heels and her gorgeous face done up like a pro whore, and going to the worst
side of town and letting men rape and use her in bathrooms and alleys, allowing
them to pump her mouth with cock and making her suck their ass holes while
humiliating her like the fuck star she longed and knew she was inside.
She barely could contain herself and even Ron had said earlier that she was
going to take two days off. He wanted her rested for the next weekend. She
submissively agreed and hoped and yet feared his words when he casually said
that, of course, you may be asked to be available. That thrilled her even more
as she relished Steve’s large plunging cock into her cunt as Ron stood over her
and offered up his swollen balls as she sucked them and then mouthed his cock up
and down and up and down. She no longer cared about the fact that most any man
in the factory would come up and feel her up, or play with her cunt under her
skirt, she not only allowed it, she would accommodate them however they wanted
her if she could.
She put on her expensive tailored business suit and cleaned up, applying new
makeup and lipstick, repositioning her glasses on and her low slung heels. She
took the shreds of her ripped lace mini and wadded it into a ball and tossed it
out, then stuffed the 5 inch heels in her bag. One last look she eased herself
out of the bathroom and stepped quickly past the men laying there and let
herself out. She got a cab to take her down town and soon stepped into her newly
found boutique. She felt a small wetness ease out her twat as she looked across
the racks and racks of nasty tiny small mini’s, open toed high heels and
miniscule short shorts that would stretch over her ass and bulge out her cunt
lips in front so that every man who looked would she the cunt pouch he would
soon be fucking and pounding, sheer tops so that her perfect nipple tipped tits
would be clearly seen so that there would be no mistaking that she wanted them
sucked and bit. The convention would be her largest step into her vision of
“power” and she ached to get to Vegas as quickly as she could. Of course Ron was
paying and the company real players would be there. Not just the workmen from
the factory, no the shareholders, the General Board would be there and that
meant exclusion into the real world of men, men who would use her like she had
always dreamed of, no regard with where she came from or which corporate level
she existed at, but a piece for pleasure, that was the hope she held.
She took a few choices from the racks and a couple or the shoe boxes from the
wall and proceeded to the dressing room. The nasty club wear she wore before
coming out at work seemed tame compared with what she preferred now. She loved
the rich sheer silk panties that would caress her ass and bald twat lips. Her
tits were teased as she pulled on a sleek pull over jersey mini that hugged them
and excited her nipples, the hem barely below her hips so that her cunt lips
peek below, her feet slipped into 5 inch pink pumps, her ass thrust up, her tits
proudly pushed forward. The lace shorts had no liner and tugged up her hips
caressed her firm ass cheeks and wrapped down into her pussy lips, her erect
clit pulsating at the whispery thin cloth, the simple top with only two buttons
that secured at her belly button, so that her unfettered tits plunged forward,
ready to spill out. Each outfit she tried on got her wetter and put more of her
whorish body on display. She could hardly wait to see her self dolled up with
makeup and perfume and glossy lipstick, watch her self in front of the mirror so
that she could she what the men would see, a slut doll that wantonly pursued
being fucked and used, a fuck hole that craved to be humiliated and pumped with
cock and cum loads. She tried on three more fetish fuck wear outfits and put
them all on the card that Ron had given her. Leaving the boutique with her
assorted outfits she stopped at the mall bathroom and in a cubicle, she pulled
on a red lycra mini that hugged her ass and hips and then pulled on a sheer
white long sleeve top. She pulled her panties off and felt for stubble on her
shaved cunt and then pulled her business suit on over this. She pulled a pair of
4 inch white pumps from their box and discarded the box in the garbage. She put
these into her over hand bag. She then went out and caught a cab and gave him a
address.
*******
She paid the cab and strolled past the hotel entrance that he dropped her and
went off a good three blocks. She went up a long driveway in a suburb that was
barely kept up, the ugliness that had started to blight the other neighborhoods
had started to creep into this one. She walked quickly on the pavement, the last
thing she really wanted was the neighbors to see her here. They were all sure
they’d seen the last of her, and were not ready to welcome her back. She hurried
up the drive and went around back and knocked softly. What seemed like a
eternity went by before she heard the door knob twist and then he was there. He
grabbed her arm and yanked her in.
He still had his overalls from work on and smelled of cleaning products. He
tossed her over on the couch and watched as she sprawled back, her legs flopping
open so that he could see she was nude and open underneath. He stepped up and
his hand reached down to her legs shoving them apart so that her pussy opened up
moistly. He was huge, over 6 foot tall and bald headed and very very black. His
huge chest threatened to burst his overalls as he let his finger run up and over
her exposed cunt. Her bags had fallen off to the side and the slut wear poked
out. He ran his finger into her and then out looking at her. “Couldn’t stay away
could you? Want what I got don’t you white whore?” Lynn just nodded up at him.
She had met him one of the first times, the first times she couldn’t stop, had
snuck out from lunch from the factory with the excuse she needed to go to the
dentist. She had in fact, gone to a sleazy peek joint she had noticed weeks
before. She wondered if what she saw on the Internet, about women kneeling down
and sucking cock through what they called “glory holes” was true, it had
completely had enthralled her that maybe there was a release anonymously for her
perversions. Perhaps if she found a place like that, she could succumb to her
nasty wet dreams, be a mouth for strange men’s cock and jizz loads and no one
would know, no one and she’d be the professional at work and the kneeling cum
drinking glory hole whore when she could. She thought about it over and over as
the weeks went by and she researched and fingered herself off by the computer
screen at night, knowing that she’d try it, but not knowing how. Having never
been in a shop like that she read and researched any place that would offer her
the opportunity. Finally she convinced herself that the place she had seen would
surely have one of those “hole” rooms, would surely allow her to get in, have
her mouth fucked by some men and be able to get back to work with her secret
finally fulfilled and allow her to push her fantasy more than just nasty talk on
line or on the phone. The one man that she had found on line that she could call
was a black guy and he was really completely filthy when she finally worked up a
lather in her pussy and called him. He really let go and called her “his cum
licking mouth whore, his white fuck toy that deserved nothing more than to
service black shaft with her slut hole, a piece of fuck meat that should beg to
be allowed a coal black prick like his in her ass and cunt and could use a jizz
blast coating her face while she sucked his ass hole..” As he spoke to her she
stuffed three fingers in her cunt and begged loudly into the phone for a chance
to be his white load hole, be his willing white ass whore, his gang slut that
wanted many black cocks…” As she came she slammed the phone down and vowed to
never do it again.
But she thought about it, thought about it a lot!
As she left the factory she went to the parking lot near the peek shop and went
in about 11, she wanted to look around before the lunch hour. She knew she
didn’t have to do this but hr legs almost buckled when she tried to turn back.
She went in and immediately looked straight ahead at the back area. Stepping in
she quickly purchased three dollars of peek tokens from the machine and as her
eyes adjusted, she slid into a booth. She put two tokens in and watched the
opening scene, but it was two women and while interesting, she peeked past the
curtain trying to make out some secret room or door that would be a “glory hole”
area. As she looked up and down, she noticed a couple men that looked in at her
in her expensive pressed business suit and she’d look away and search some more.
Seeing nothing she turned back to the screen and saw a turn button as as she
twisted it the scenes changed from women on woman to a woman on her knees
sucking cock to a huge man fucking two women to a maid stuffing her fingers in
her cunt. Lynn again looked out and then she saw him. He was pushing a mop under
the open booths and along the floor, squeezing out the cum that had splattered
in the viewing booths and cleaning the area so it smelled antiseptic. She
thought, he must know, he works here.
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