All Chapters of Poppy's Secret Confession {Wild Steamy Diary}: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

By 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

Chris continued to slap my ass and pull on my hair as he guided me around my own house like a disobedient pet. The sharp sting of his palm echoed through the hallway with every smack, making my skin burn and my pussy throb. I could only tell where we were by the changing floors beneath my hands and knees. The cold, smooth tiles in the hall, then the soft, thick carpet of the lounge that cushioned my palms, and back to the hard kitchen tiles that made my knees ache. Round and round he led me, sometimes making me crawl slowly so he could admire the way my tits swayed, and my ass jiggled, other times yanking my hair and slapping me hard to make me speed up. His hand came down on my ass, my thighs, even the backs of my legs, each slap leaving a fresh red mark. I was dripping down my inner thighs by the time we finally stopped in the lounge."So slut, are you going to tell our guest what a slut you are?"Chris had made me learn and practice this speech that he had written up for me. The f

I put on some comfortable baggy clothes with no underwear, carefully choosing items that wouldn’t rub against my sore pussy. The sensitivity from earlier still lingered, and I wanted nothing to aggravate it further. I went downstairs and started cooking dinner, moving through the familiar motions in our kitchen. The rest of the evening passed normally. My husband and I talked about ordinary things: work, plans for the weekend, a funny story from his day while we ate and then settled in front of the TV. It felt like any other night, comfortable and routine.The only thing out of the ordinary was a text from my boss that arrived while we were watching a show. It read: “Tomorrow morning you only need your trainers. Everything else you will need is in your locker. The gym staff will give you the key. Your locker number is 69.”I smiled quietly to myself, wondering what he had planned for me to wear. Surely it couldn’t be too extreme with my husband attending the class right beside me. I c

Next, I wrapped the tiny skirt around my waist and reached back to zip it up. It was incredibly tight. I had to wiggle my hips several times, shimmying until I managed to get the zip all the way up. The hem sat dangerously high. Finally, only the shoes, panties, and plug remained.I picked up the plug, glanced around to make sure no one else was in the area, and began sucking and licking it thoroughly to get it wet. Once it was slick, I spat several times into my hand and rubbed the saliva around and inside my tight hole. Slowly, I pressed the hard rubber against my ass. I let out a soft moan as it popped inside, stretching me as I carefully pushed the whole thing deeper. When it was fully seated, I wiggled my ass gently from side to side, adjusting to the full feeling until it felt more comfortable. Then I pulled on the lace panties, slipped into the high heels, put on the glasses, and took one last look in the mirror.I gathered my things, closed the locker, and headed out toward my

I sat quietly as Reynold started talking business with the guys. The conversation quickly turned serious — numbers, percentages, contract terms, and deal structures. I tried my best to follow along, but most of it flew straight over my head. I just sat there politely, nodding occasionally, feeling more like a sexy decoration than an actual participant in the meeting.As the plates were cleared away and the business talk continued, I suddenly felt two warm hands brushing against my thighs under the table. I glanced down, my breath catching sharply. The two men sitting immediately on either side of me had grown bold. Their palms were slowly stroking my soft, bare skin.**********My body was already aching with horniness from my gym session earlier, the thick plug still stretching my ass, my tiny outfit, and the constant exposure of my panties and ass. Their touches sent electric sparks racing through me. I was getting wetter by the second, but the two guys seemed a little shy at first,