تسجيل الدخولBy the time I left work that day, I had been fucked by my boss again, sucked off two of my induction tutors and flashed several workers as I practiced picking up items from the floor, one of whom had reached up and removed my panties and then left with them saying I could have them back tomorrow.I couldn’t wait to go back to work the next day to see what would be happening to me now I was officially the company slut.My car ride home was a blur for me as I kept going over my day of being fucked, groped and sucking so many cocks. I could feel a mixture of my own juices and cum leaking from my pussy and, due to my short skirt, it was leaking onto the car seat. As my husband, David, sometimes uses the car, I couldn’t let this happen, so every few minutes I had to reach down and scoop up the sticky dribble and then lick my fingers clean. This was a good way of keeping the seat clean, but was also counterproductive, as when the sticky mixture of cum touched my lips it turned me on even mo
There was a knock on the door and my boss called for the knocker to enter. I briefly stopped sucking only to have my boss push my head back down hard, making me carry on. As I continued sucking, I stopped again when I heard that the visitor was my husband David.‘What the fuck, what is he doing here?’I paused, but I was pushed to continue, and so I did. But I also listened carefully, my heart pounding in my chest.“Ah come in,” my boss said casually.“You want to see me sir?” David’s familiar voice replied.“Yes… yes take a seat. How are you?”“Good thank you sir." David paused to look at Reynold and then continued. “Erm, is my wife not at work today?”“Yes she is, she’s running an errand for me. In fact, it’s her who I want to talk to you about.”I was now licking my boss’s balls while my husband sat only a few feet away.‘Oh my god, David is right here… I’m licking another man’s balls while he’s talking to my husband,’ a huge wave of guilt crashed over me. ‘What kind of wife am I?
As I walked through the doors of my new workplace, I was on the verge of an orgasm just through the anticipation of my day of getting used as the company slut. My pussy was throbbing and soaking wet, my clit aching with every step. I was told to sit in the waiting room and someone would come and collect me soon. I didn't want to sit as I was sure my wet pussy would leave a damp patch on the seat.‘David would be so ashamed if he knew how dripping wet his wife was on her first day,’ guilt twisted in my stomach. But the slut inside me cheered: ‘Yes, stay soaked. This is what you came here for.’Eventually, a woman named Susan came and collected me to show me around and get me settled in.“Hi there, you must be Poppy,” Susan said with a warm smile. “I’m Susan from HR. Welcome aboard. I’ll give you the full tour and help you get settled in. How are you feeling this morning?”“I’m excited… and a little nervous,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady even though my thighs were pressed t
I went about my day doing housework and going shopping.Saturday afternoon, I was sitting next to my husband watching some crap TV when my phone rang. I looked over and saw that it was my new boss.“Hello,” I answered.“Hello slut, I assume you know who I am,” he said.“Of course.”“Is your husband with you?”“Yes.”“OK, then you will just have to listen to what I say and say nothing. Right now I’m sat here watching a clip made yesterday.”I swallowed hard. ‘God damn it Poppy, your sex tape is now everywhere. Fuck, the one David has with you and Asher is shameful enough.’ The thought made my stomach twist with guilt, but at the same time a dark thrill ran through me.“The star of the film is a sexy slutty wife who, it seems, will do anything to pass an interview and get a job. I’ve just paused it as the slut is putting a cum-filled condom into her panties. What kind of nasty slut does that, do you think? Oh! right, you can’t answer. Anyway, the reason I called is to instruct you about
I sat carefully in the chair and smiled awkwardly at my husband before staring at the interviewers. This was the only part of the interview that was normal. Normal questions with normal answers. At a point, I forgot what job I was interviewing for and that I was covered in cum-filled condoms that were leaking all over my body. I soon snapped back to reality when I moved in my chair and felt a dribble of cum trickle down my thigh. When the interview was over, all 3 bosses came around the desk to shake my hand, and thank me for coming. As they shook my hand, each of them put his hand on my back, which to my husband looked professional enough, but I felt what they were doing. Each of them knew where a condom was, and he pressed it into my body, ensuring the contents spilled out over my body.I was then taken and sat back in the waiting room with the other women. All of them talking about how tough the test was and how intense they went over their cv's. I just nodded and prayed they could
And just like that, the condoms were hidden in my body.One was attached to the back of my necklace, the rubber pierced by the clasp so that with every jolt of my walking the tear grew bigger and more warm cum dribbled slowly down my spine. Another was clipped tightly to my scalp, hidden beneath my hair. It bounced gently against my head with every step or turn, a constant filthy reminder. A third was tucked deep between my breasts in my cleavage, well concealed yet dangerously close to being noticed if anyone stared too long at the soft swell visible above my blouse. The remaining four were pinned securely to my bra straps, one under each arm and the other two along my back.By the time they had finished placing everything, my body was a sticky, leaking disaster. My feet were soaked inside my heels, my tits felt wet and slick, my panties were a complete sticky mess, and fresh cum kept trickling down my inner thighs with every movement. Yet nobody I walked past in the hallway knew a t
Troy slid his hand and rested it in the middle part of my lower back. My back was completely naked in my backless crop top. I felt a bit uncomfortable as he was doing that right in the presence of my husband… I know he likes to show me off but didn’t like it when I was touched in his presence.One
First, it was Ken and Troy. I had my brains fucked out by Troy again without my husband's knowledge. He was totally clueless and oblivious, thinking I'd really changed to being the good wife I was once before my affairs began. But again, who the fuck cares? This is who I am. I need to do this. I ca
I hadn't heard from Asher since we met for our weekend fuck fest pictures. He didn't attend my father's funeral either, and I really didn't expect to hear from him again because I was told he was fucking someone new. I wasn't too disappointed because I knew this wouldn't last forever, and I was jus
He used the scissors and judiciously trimmed everything down to short stubble, then lathered me up with the gel and carefully finished with the razor. While rinsing, he ran his hand over the entirety of my vulva, checking his work to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. My pussy felt soft yet firm,







