Office Whore Pt. 04: Thursday

THURSDAY

Danielle knocked on David's door moments after she'd read her schedule for the day. She burst into David's office and said, "What the hell is 'free use' supposed to mean?"

"Morning, is something the matter?"

"Cut the bullshit, David."

David's eyes narrowed. "Bullshit? I gave you a chance to correct your mistake, but you made it worse." He cut off Danielle's response with a gesture. "Free use is what it says on the box, starting 9 AM, everyone in the office can use you on a first-come-first-serve basis." He shrugged. "I'm still looking for the best way to fit your new role into this office's system."

"All day long?"

"All day, and I'll be expecting you in my office at 4:30 PM sharp. It's clear I need to remind you there are boundaries you have to respect."

"D - Sir, please, I don't know if I can make it that long with no breaks."

"I won't tell you how to do your job, whore. You'll find a way to rest now and then."

Danielle's shoulders slumped as her anger crumpled. She kept her eyes stuck to the papers spread on David's desk and said, "Do you hate me, sir?"

"I don't hate you, Danielle. I admired you once." He moved his hand into her sight and gestured for her to meet his eyes. "When you started working here, I never doubted you'd walk out of this office someday and step right into a job above my pay grade. I thought I'd ask you out, but that would've been unprofessional, and I didn't want anybody to think you'd slept with the boss to get where you were."

Danielle blinked and said, "I never—"

"It doesn't matter now. You broke my trust, and now you're my whore. I no longer have to care about acting professional." David got up and walked around his desk, his hands closed on Danielle's shoulders, and his deep voice thrummed in her ear. "I didn't expect to, but I like putting you to work. And..." His hands slipped down to her breasts, and he squeezed her soft flesh in his strong hands. "if what I've heard is right, you don't mind the work as much as you want me to believe."

He nudged her closer to his desk, and his body worked hers down until she lay flat on her back. He let go of her breasts and pushed her dress up to her waist. His hand slipped between her legs, and he pushed two fingers inside of her. She was wet already.

"4:30 PM sharp, whore."

He didn't touch her again, didn't even look at her heated face when he sat down and grabbed the report he'd been reading.

Danielle slunk away in silence and glanced up at the big clock in the office, 8:55 AM, and there were three guys waiting at her desk already. No time for her to think about what David had said, she had work to do.

Danielle sat down in her chair and straightened out her skirt before she looked up at the first guy standing in front of her desk. She swallowed when she saw his eyes glued to her deep cleavage, but what could she expect? As long as David refused to let her wear more than two pieces of clothing, she'd always have to dress like a slut.

"What can I do for you?"

The man grinned and said, "You can come to our office, we've got some work for you."

Danielle sighed and pulled her whore journal from a drawer in her desk. She opened it in front of the three men and said, "Can you please write down your names?"

The man's eyebrow raised, and he took the pen she held out for him. "What for?"

"Mister Doherty wants to know I'm earning my keep."

Danielle squeezed her eyes shut when he flipped to the pages before today. "Busy little whore, aren't you? All right, I'll write them down. I'm Bart, Justin's to the left of me and Sergeant's to the right. Served for five years, you know."

"Real names, please."

"Sure."

Bart shut the journal and smirked as he read its title. He beckoned for Danielle to follow, and she did, the journal clutched to her chest. When would she see her desk again today? She had no idea.

Inside the three guys' office, Bart pushed on Danielle's shoulder until she sunk down to her knees. He nodded towards the furthest desk. "You can crawl over there, make yourself comfy under the desk. Sergeant's first."

With three sets of eyes burning on her back, Danielle crawled on hands and knees until she was ready to suck her first cock. Sergeant sat down in his chair, and his powerful thighs filled what little space was left under the desk. He unzipped and pulled out a thick cock, hard and ready. Sergeant's strong hand reached under the desk and pulled her mouth onto his cock. He didn't say a word, just the unrelenting force of his hand as it pushed his cock deeper, into her throat, deeper still, until her nose pressed against his muscular body. Musk filled Danielle's nose as she gagged and clawed at Sergeant's legs, but the heavy jeans of his pants made her struggles meaningless.

He took from her what he wanted, driving her back and forward, punching his cock down her squelching throat at a steady pace, again and again. He never let go, never let up. Sergeant's huge hands covered her scalp when he picked up the pace, grunts rumbling from his chest as his thick wrists knocked against the desk's edge.

Sergeant's fat cock swelled in Danielle's mouth as thick spurts of cum jetted down her gullet. She couldn't breathe with her nose squashed against Sergeant's powerful body, her arms powerless to stop him as he came.

Finally he let go, and she could pull herself free and breathe. Danielle whined when Sergeant's hand tangled in her hair to keep her from sliding down. "Get me hard again."

"Please."

"Again."

She didn't have a choice. Danielle's tongue darted out, and she teased the thick head of Sergeant's cock, tasted the cum left behind. It was so hard to think, but it was the lack of air that had her confused, she hadn't enjoyed getting her throat fucked by this brute of a man. Danielle ran her lips along Sergeant's shaft, kissing and teasing it, cleaning her own drool from the glistening shaft. She sucked the last white drop from his cock and closed her eyes as the taste of cum filled her mouth again. She lost track of time until Sergeant's thick cock lay hot and throbbing against her cheek.

This time, Sergeant pounded Danielle's throat hard. Her gagging filled the room. Tears ran down her cheeks, but she didn't struggle. Her nails dug into Sergeant's jeans as she weathered the storm until finally he pulled her off his punishing cock and blasted her face with hot streaks of cum. The white strands joined with her own drool in dripping down her chin, onto her dress, into her cleavage.

Sergeant leaned back with a contented sigh as Danielle slumped against his leg. Her break didn't last though, Bart grabbed her shoulder, and Danielle crawled backwards from under Sergeant's desk.

"Get up and lean against the door. Lose the dress."

Danielle didn't move. She still saw spots as her lungs sucked in deep breaths to make up for the brutal throat fucking she'd lived through. Her slit was dripping with juices, if she'd had the strength to reach between her legs, she'd be fighting herself to stop herself from playing with her clit.

"Get up, whore."

"No."

Bart pulled at her shoulder, and Danielle shied away.

"No!"

"Have it your way then." Bart unzipped behind her and got on his knees. He flipped up the back of her dress, and Danielle moaned when the tip of his hard cock pressed against her quivering pussy. "Holy shit, your pussy's burning hot."

Danielle gasped when Bart punched his cock all the way inside. He pushed her dress up until he could reach under it and fill his hands with her ample tits. He fucked her like he'd fuck a whore, hard and unrelenting. She came.

She fought hard to swallow her moans, but he knew and laughed as he fucked her even harder, his hips slapping against her lush ass as he powered forward. "You just came, didn't you, whore? Such a fucking slut. You love this. Sergeant choked you on his cock, but you don't care what side the cocks go in, do you? Your pussy gets wet anyway."

Bart pulled out and yanked Danielle up to her feet. "Get rid of that dress and get up to that door, slut."

Danielle's legs trembled, and she panicked for a second as her balance wavered with her dress wrapped around her head, but Bart steadied her, and as soon as her dress hit the floor, he pushed her forward until he forced her up against the door and slid his cock back into her pussy. He filled his hands with her tits and stretched her tight slit on his cock until he filled her up with cum.

His strong body pressed against Danielle's back as he pumped his load inside her, and his voice was hoarse when he said, "That's number one, whore. Justin's taking his turn next, then me again. I'm sure Sergeant will want another go after that, and then Justin's going to finish you off." He slipped his hand between her legs and poised it over her clit. "You know Sergeant over there, he's got a pretty wife, a sweet little thing, but he'd never do to her what he did to you, and you know why?"

"Because I'm a whore."

"A filthy whore." He rubbed her clit fast, and Danielle's legs trembled as she fought to stay upright. "You didn't even know my name this morning, and now you've got my cum inside you." His hand became more insistent, and Danielle moaned as a wave of pleasure swept over her. "Whore."

Danielle came again, and it wasn't the last time. True to Bart's words, him and his friends used her body, filled it with cum until even Sergeant had had enough. Her pussy ached from taking his huge cock.

She leaned against the cool door, panting. She wanted to sit down and rest, but it wasn't to be. Bart put the whore journal into Danielle's hands, and her eyes widened when he reached for the door handle and opened the door. It swung open, and with one little nudge she stood there in the middle of the hallway, naked with cum dripping down her legs. They'd taken what they wanted, and now it was someone else's turn.

A hand closed on her shoulder, and Danielle looked up.

"Are you the whore?"

Her voice was a whisper when she said, "Yes."

"Come with me."

"Whereto?"

"There's a closet not far from here, brooms and stuff."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"I want to fuck your ass. You do that, don't you?"

Danielle glanced over the man's shoulder, her eyes fixed on the wall behind him. "Yes."

"My wife doesn't even want to think about it, she says only sluts take it up the ass."

Danielle didn't respond until they stopped in front of an unmarked door. The man opened the door and pushed her inside. Moments later, she stood with her cheek pressed against the small room's back wall, the man's greedy hands on her full ass.

"I've never cheated, you know. I love my wife, but I'm just curious. I want to know what it feels like to ass fuck a hot slut like you, with big tits and a perfect ass."

One hand slipped between Danielle's cheeks, and two fingers pushed against her tight hole. The other hand reached for his zipper, pulled his cock out, put it against her dry hole.

"Stop."

"What? Why? You said you do this."

"Please."

The man kept pushing, the unforgiving head of his cock breaking down her resistance. She had to do something. Danielle reached behind her and grabbed the man's cock. It was hard as steel in her hand, and the man tore at her wrist, but she held on and pushed his cock down to her dripping wet pussy. "Please, I don't have any lube on me, but you need to make it wet or you'll hurt me."

The man eased his grip on her wrist and pushed inside her inviting folds. He sucked in a breath as he bottomed out and said, "You like this, don't you?"

"No, I just have to—"

"I don't believe you, slut. Your pussy's soaked, I know what that means." He thrust a few times before he pulled out again and put his now wet cock against her ass. "Do you want my cock in your ass, whore?"

"No."

Her answer trailed into a moan as he pushed past her resistance, and his cock filled her tight ass. The man reached up and grabbed her nipples, twisted them between his fingers, and Danielle whined as the sharp sting travelled down her stomach, straight to her clit.

"Don't lie to me. Do you want my cock in your ass?"

"No!"

He twisted her nipples harder this time, pulled them away from her body, stretching out her fat tits.

"So how about it, slut?"

"Fuck my ass."

"Hard?"

"Whatever you want."

The man groaned as he forced his cock deeper inside. He pounded her ass, never letting up on her tits, and Danielle closed her eyes as the two stings blended together and pulled her back into that deep place inside her where the part of her that hungered for this lived.

"Are you ready for me to fuck you hard, whore?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard!"

The man filled his hands with her tits and squeezed as he drove his powerful hips forward, slamming his cock inside of her again and again and again. He fucked her like a piece of meat, a hole to pleasure his cock.

A whore.

Danielle didn't have a sliver of breath to spare as he kept up his brutal fucking. Her ass burned as it stretched around his thick shaft, hard and unyielding as it split her apart. The burning fed sparks into her belly, fanned the flames.

Why did she let this happen? Before Monday, she'd never let anyone use her like this. The man shocked forward as his cum blasted into Danielle's ass, and his hands mauled her tits, uncaring, greedy. It hurt, her ass hurt, her cheek hurt where he'd slammed her against the wall, and still her clit throbbed with need, begging to be touched.

She slipped down to her knees after he pulled out and stepped back. As he zipped back up, he said "Next time I run into you, I'm fucking your ass again."

He left her like she was and opened the door.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Your name, what's your name?"

"What's it to you?"

"I need to write down everyone who fucks me."

The man stepped out of the room, and over his shoulder he said "Randall Green."

Danielle waited until Randall's footsteps disappeared before she reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in quick circles. She moaned at the flash of pleasure that whipped through her body. The darkness of the room hid her flushed cheeks, the red of her shame, but she felt the glow all over her body. It only got worse when she reached her second hand behind her and slipped two fingers inside her throbbing ass.

It wasn't long before she came, tears of shame running down her cheeks as her body shocked with pleasure. Slowly, the pleasure faded, and all that was left was a lingering warmth to soothe the aches. It was quiet in the room, her breathing was the only sound she could make out above the beating of her heart. She could hide here, stay safe for the rest of the day.

David would know there were too few names. He'd punish her. Danielle snorted, would his punishment really be worse than what she was feeling now? She had no power to stop anyone from using her, from fucking her like they'd fuck a whore.

She got to her feet and slipped her dress back on, at least she wasn't naked anymore. She closed the storage room door behind her and headed into the direction of her desk. Who knew, maybe she'd make it that far.

--

"There you are, I've been looking for you."

Danielle looked up from the cup of water in her hand. It had been a few hours since she'd left the storage room, and only now had she gotten a chance to rest, so of course Joe would show up. "What do you want, Joe?"

"Me? Not much, I want to show you something."

"Is that your best pick up line?"

"Ha." He nodded his head to the far end of the hallway. "It's over there."

"Is it Tessa? Is she here?"

"No, she's at work."

"Then what is it?"

"In case you forgot, today everybody in the building gets to do whatever they want with you - which includes me, by the way - and I'm telling you right now to come with me. If you don't, it won't be me suffering the consequences." He held out his hand to her and said, "Now, would you please come with me?"

"Fine." Danielle ignored Joe's hand and got up. She groaned when her body protested, but she ignored her lingering aches. Just a few more hours, and she could go home.

Joe led Danielle down the hallway, towards one of the big conference rooms. They stepped inside, and Danielle's step faltered when ten pairs of eyes glued themselves to her body. She recognized not a single one of the men Joe had gathered to fuck her.

Joe's pushed Danielle back in motion until she stood in front of a small table she knew all too well, the coffee table from Joe's office. A heavy pillow lay across it.

"Get rid of the dress and get comfortable on the table."

"There's too many, Joe. I can't do this, not today."

"You'll do as you're told, whore. That's what you're getting paid for, aren't you? Now strip or I'll give you a hand."

Danielle met Joe's eyes, scoured them for a hint of compassion, but it wasn't there. She pulled the dress over her head, and bit her lip as the men murmured amongst themselves. Exposed, again. How long before the first cocks slipped inside? How long before her mouth filled with cum again?

She settled on the pillow, her head hanging down, and froze when a voice sounded through the speakers spread out in the conference room.

"Switch."

The room had a high quality beamer too, and she looked up to see herself slip a fake cock from her mouth, spilling drool on her bouncing tits, only to jump up and work another one inside her pussy in one harsh thrust. Danielle stared at the wild pleasure etched on her own face.

"Switch."

She didn't want to keep watching, didn't want to see what came next, but she couldn't look away. She saw how the pain on her face blended with pleasure, saw the fake cock pumping between her plump ass cheeks, and she was the one doing it. The murmurs behind her only got louder as she humiliated herself again and again on the huge screen. None of them knew about Tessa's cruel cane, about the stripes of blistering fire she could deliver with it.

All they saw was a slut.

Then they were around her, and none of them had their pants still on. Hands reached for her tits, her round ass, stroked along her soft skin as the first of them stepped between her legs. They left a gap in the crowd so she could watch what she'd become. On the big screen, she was sucking the first cock again, and the camera swiveled to show Tessa's fake cock poised against her ass. Danielle's eyes widened as she saw how small her asshole looked, how much it stretched around the fake cock.

The man behind her had been going for her pussy, but he changed his mind and pushed into her ass, he matched the brutal pace on the screen, and his thighs slapped against her body until he filled her with cum, just as her screen double screamed around the cock gagging her and came with a huge cock splitting her ass.

They closed the gap then, and a cock slipped between Danielle's lips as another filled her slit. She closed her eyes to let it happen, but the sound of her own moans and cries only intensified her humiliation. They all thought she wanted this, and the moment she came like she had on the screen, they'd always see her as a whore.

She had nothing left to fight to fight the pleasure, not today. She moaned around the cock in her mouth when an orgasm shook her body.

"She came!"

"Already? What a slut."

"Yeah man, Joe was right, she's whoring cause she likes it."

"Give it to the whore!"

How much longer? She didn't know, all she knew was the pleasure getting squeezed from her body.

--

Lily pushed her back against the wall as she listened to the rough voices drifting out into the hallway. She gathered her courage and pushed the door handle down so she could peek inside. It was hard to see much of anything with that many guys crowded together, all of them naked from the waist down. She tried not to see more than she was interested in, and her eyes widened when someone she recognized - Joe - moved to the side, and she glimpsed Danielle.