All the characters are fictional.
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My name is Ambika, I'm a receptionist and my boss just fucked me over a desk then came in my mouth. He loves using my body like his own personal sex toy. He pays me to pleasure him. But I have a naughty secret: He's not the only man at work who fucks me. He has no idea just how many men in the office have fucked me. I'm the office whore.
I rub their cum all over my face, my body.
I'm addicted to it.
The first time I had sex with my boss I caught him with his dick in hand in his office. Even just remembering it makes me wet. It was so arousing watching his tightened fist pumping up and down whilst his face strained in pleasure. Even if he hadn't asked me, there's no way I could've resisted dropping down to my knees to taste his big fat cock.
He's my favourite fuck because he knows how to be rough with me and still make me feel good. He always lasts long enough to make me cum and his dick is huge. I love the way he fills me up.
Being the office whore has so many benefits. I get payed more, everyone is always excited to see me and I get great orgasms.
And the best part is every single man in the office thinks they're the only one who secretly fucks me.
Tim from accounting once sucked my pussy right after I got face-fucked by the IT guy in the supplies closet.
I always dress in skirts and thongs to give easy access to my boys. I never know who's going to want to use me but they always ask.
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I get dressed for work in my favourite grey skirt, white shirt and heels. I admire my form in the mirror. My ass is so round and plump and my blouse hugs my tits so nicely; I really am quite sexy.
I'm tempted to touch myself but there really isn't time before work.
I'm certain ill find someone with a nice cock to use anyway.
There is a new security guy who's been hired at the office recently. he works at the front desk and I work upstairs. He eyes me curiously at the way I sway my hips on my way into the office. I purposefully bounce as I walk and lean against things seductively all day hoping someone will be tempted to pleasure me. I bend over wiggling my ass subtly pretending to grab things from low shelves. But despite my best efforts; spending the day posing and flirting in my sexy outfit, no one takes the bait. To my disappointment, I might have to finish myself off at home with a vibrator.
There is so much paperwork to do, I end up staying a little later than usual. The office slowly empties as colleagues finish off for the day. I'm left with the tedious task of individually copying and printing various booklets. I carry my papers to the photo copier and as I walk back, strong hands yank me off-balance. I'm pulled into the disabled toilets, my papers scatter and the door is locked behind me. firm manly hands hold my mouth shut.
I realise it's the new security guard. (Sid? I don't even remember his name.) I don't know him and can't help but be afraid. I've never spoken to him properly before and yet he's being so bold.
before I can voice my confusion, he's ripping off my clothes. My blouse and favourite pencil skirt are thrown unceremoniously onto the toilet floor. I try to shout and protest, but he's still holding my mouth and he's brought me to the one place cameras wont see. I'm not strong enough to fight him off as he restrains me with an iron grip. I was desperate to be touched earlier but I'm not sure I wanted this. It feels so brutal. I don't even know if anyone else is still working in the building. I am entirely naked and so cold.
