Company Slut, Chapter 1

"An unemployed wife looks to get a job to help her husband..."



Brooke sat in the unemployment office as she had once a week for the past ten months. She had to show up weekly to report whether she had found work or not. She'd been working for a very nice accounting firm as their receptionist/secretary, but the owner decided to retire and the business closed its doors.

And now with the job market so tight, finding another job was proving quite challenging. Especially at her age. Had she been fifteen years younger–or even ten years younger–she wouldn't have had nearly as much difficulty. But at thirty-five years old, Brooke knew that her prospects for getting a good job were dwindling rapidly. 

Brooke's husband, Ken, was a hard worker and he did his best to support them, but the economy was taking its toll on his building contracting company too; folks just didn't have the money for remodeling or new construction these days. He was competing for the few commercial jobs available with a lot of other companies, some of which were a lot bigger and could, therefore, afford to bid very low on their work.

In order to make the monthly bills, Brooke had taken a few temp jobs here and there, nothing that paid very well, but at least it kept her in the job market and kept showing the unemployment agency that she was at least trying to work. Which kept her unemployment checks coming in. But that spotty work wasn't going to hold off the State for long... she had already been told that her unemployment would run out in another two months

When times were better and both of them were working steady, they had been able to put a little bit in a savings account in case of an emergency like if he would get hurt at work, if one of them got sick, or something else would happen. But since she lost her job, they'd had to nibble away at that savings until it was getting close to being used up. Something had better happen for them soon or they would start falling behind in their bills and have no way to catch up!

One day when Ken was at work and Brooke was home, she was perusing the Help Wanted ads as she usually did when a new ad caught her eye: Barstow Associates, a financial consulting firm was looking for a girl to handle the front desk and phones as well as do the typical typing and filing duties of a secretary. The ad said, "experience preferred, but will train the right applicant." Well, Brooke had all kinds of experience and would need only the briefest of training to get used to how they did things! 

Excitedly she called the number and a young woman answered the phone, "Barstow Associates, how can I direct your call?"

"Hello, I am calling about the help wanted ad for the receptionist/secretary position?" Brooke said.

"Oh yes. Please hold and I will transfer you to someone who can talk to you about it," she said. The phone went dead for a moment and then a male voice came on the line.

"This is Roger Barstow, can I help you?" he said. The man's voice was deep and powerful and Brooke felt a strange authority to it. 

"Y-yes, I'm calling about the job? The secretary/receptionist position?" she said, surprisingly meekly.

"Oh, yes. Well, do you have any experience?" he said. 

"I worked for Thompson-Kincaid, PCA here in Salem for almost ten years as their secretary and receptionist. I can type around sixty-five words per minute if I really concentrate, with around fifty-five to fifty-eight on average. I can use a computer well in word-processing, spreadsheet, slide presentation, and other programs," she said.

"I see. Well, you certainly sound like you have all the qualifications we need here. Do you have a current resume?" he asked.

"Yes Sir, I do," Brooke said.

"Tell you what then... come by our office tomorrow at say, 2:00 pm and we will talk more about this. Bring your resume and any other documentation you wish to show me–awards, letters of recommendation, and anything else you think would help you, and I will talk with you then," he said.

"Yes, Sir. I look forward to our meeting," she said.

"As do I," he said, and hung up. It wasn't until she hung up the phone that she realized she hadn't even given him her name! "Oh, you dumb blonde!" she said, smacking herself in the forehead.

After she hung up the phone, Brooke looked up the address for the company and then went to look over her resume. This job sounded like it would be a good one if she could land it, and she wanted to make sure her resume listed every possible advantage and positive point she could think of.

She made sure she had copies of all of her certificates, awards, letters of recommendation, and other training and work she had done. The more she could pad her resume, and still be truthful and legitimate, the better she would feel going into the interview!

That night at dinner, Brooke told her husband about the upcoming interview. "Honey, tomorrow I have an interview for a potential job. Now, I don't want to tell you much about it–I don't want to jinx myself. But it has to do with being a secretary and receptionist like I used to be with T-K," she said.

"That's great, sweetheart. I hope you get it, I know you have wanted to go back to work. I won't say any more about it, but good luck!" he said.

The next morning after Ken went off to work, Brooke got her housework done as quickly as possible. She wasn't sure how long the interview would last, but she hoped to come home with good news. She felt sorry for her husband, he'd had to scramble for every bit of work he could find and he'd had more than one sleepless night worrying over the bills.

On top of that, he'd had to work late into the nights on some jobs and on weekends on others. Ken really did work too hard and Brooke hoped that this interview would lead to a job that would take some of the pressure off him finally.

With her housework done, she laid out the clothes she wanted to wear to the interview. Something appropriate for business, but also one that showed Mr. Barstow that she was easy on the eyes as well! After all, she wanted the customers to want to come in and if she looked good, then maybe that would attract more business to the firm.

She went in to take a shower, and she made sure she shaved her legs as well. She planned on wearing stockings to the interview, but she still wanted nice smooth legs nonetheless. Then she got dressed and lastly, she did her makeup... something attractive, yet not whorish. This was a job interview, not a porn shoot!

She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She eyed herself critically, making sure everything was absolutely spot on. Once satisfied she'd done all she could to prepare for this interview, she picked up her resume packet and drove to the address she had written down last night.

She pulled up in front of a very tall, mirror-faced office building. Finding a lucky parking spot close to the entrance, she locked her car and went inside. She walked through the lobby to the elevators; an information board by the elevators told her that Barstow Associates was on the twelfth floor of a fifteen-floor building. She pushed the button to call the elevator and when the door opened, she stepped inside.

The door opened on the twelfth floor to a spacious lobby and directly across was a huge granite looking reception desk with Barstow Associates in gold-colored metal on the front of the dark granite desk. On the wall behind the desk was a series of black and white clocks with every time zone represented. 

Brooke walked up to the desk where a cute blonde receptionist asked her how she could be of assistance. Brooke saw by the nameplate on her desk the receptionist's name was Becky. "Hi, Becky, I'm here to talk with Mr. Barstow about the secretary/receptionist job he advertised in the paper," Brooke said.

She smiled a smile that matched her bubbly personality and said "Just a minute." She pushed her intercom and said, "Mr. Barstow, Sir, there's a woman here to interview for the secretary job."

"Show her in won't you, Becky," the voice came back over the intercom. Becky led her back through the double glass doors and down the hall to Mr. Barstow's office. Knocking softly on the big wooden door, they heard a man's deep voice from the other side.

"Come in."

"Mr. Barstow, this woman is here about the job opening," Becky said softly.

"Yes, thank you, Becky. That will be all, please close the door behind you," he said.

Once Becky had left Mr. Barstow turned his attention to Brooke. "Now Miss... I'm sorry I didn't get your name?" he said.

"It's Brooke. Brooke Robbins. And it's Mrs.," she said.

"I see. Well, Mrs. Robbins, the job here lists as a secretary-receptionist position but in reality, there is a little more to it than that. Of course, there is all the ordinary typing, filing, shorthand, handling the phones, etc., that you would expect from a job like this. That is the easy part–I can get any college girl to do most of it. However, there is another side to this position and should you accept it, you will be required to perform those services as well," he said.

"Services?" Brooke asked not sure where this was going but getting a little uneasy with the scenery.

"Mrs. Robbins–may I call you Brooke?" he asked. Brooke nodded in the affirmative and he continued, "Brooke, the ad for this position has been running in the paper for nearly a year now and I have interviewed literally hundreds of applicants. Many of them were highly qualified as secretaries or receptionists. But when they learned about the other part of their job they decided it wasn't for them," he said.

"Mr. Barstow, I'm not sure I understand," Brooke said.  

"Brooke, this is a very high-stress work environment: the men and women here are real go-getters and high strung types. It's hard for them to find anyone who will put up with them for very long–one of the hazards of the trade, I'm afraid. But because they have no one, they need a diversion once in a while: this is where you come in.

One of the most important parts of the job is to sexually please the men and women any time and anyway they require: whether that means letting them grope you, giving them hand or blowjobs, for the women fingering them or eating them out, letting them fuck your mouth, pussy, or ass, or simply letting them jerk off on you.

"That's the basics of the job, Mrs. Robbins. You would not only be the secretary and receptionist for the office but you'd be the slut and cum-receptacle for the employees. I hate being so frank, but you should know what comes with the job–no pun intended.

"Now I will give you a chance to think it over and you can call me tomorrow if you decide to take it. If I don't hear from you, I will just assume you have declined. But before you go, you should know what you will receive for your 'services'. This is what the job pays a month," he said, and he wrote a number down on a piece of scratch paper and laid it face down sliding it to her. 

Brooke picked up the piece of paper and read the figure that he had written down. She couldn't believe her eyes: it was more than she'd ever made at T-K and a lot more than any of her temp jobs had paid her. This would take all the money worries away and give them money to put back their savings as well! 

"This is very generous, Mr. Barstow," Brooke said.

"Trust me, you will earn it, my dear, should you accept the job," he said with a smile. Brooke left the interview after that and headed home. She had a lot to think about.

Brooke loved her husband, but work and the strain of financial uncertainty had caused both of them to seek solace in places they shouldn't have. Brooke knew that Ken had cheated on her at least once that he had admitted to. And for all she knew, he still could be. She had been unfaithful herself more often than she cared to admit.

You see, Brooke had always been a wild and wanton girl, and her sexual appetite had only gotten more demanding. While Ken came home most nights too tired to even think about sex, Brooke had plenty of time on her hands. And Brooke thought about sex... a lot! With Brooke's on again-off again work history, she had a lot of time on her hands. And a bored, lonely, and horny housewife is a dangerous thing!

Yes, Brooke loved sex and there wasn't much left that she hadn't done at least once or wasn't will to try. So as far as she was concerned, the job offer, with it's unusual additional job requirements, wasn't a real problem. Of course, doing it on demand and getting paid for it would make her a whore; let's not sugar coat it any–no matter what you called it, getting paid for sex makes one a whore–but even that didn't scare her off. If anything, being called a whore made her all the more horny!

She mused about the matter as she got dinner ready. Ken would be home soon and she wanted to have dinner well on its way to being done. She couldn't help but smile as she fixed dinner... she was about to become a whore! And the money she would be making would put their finances back in the black again in short order! 

She knew that if Ken found out about her new "enterprise", he would be furious with her. But she had tried everything she could to get a legitimate job. She had beat on every door she could and interviewed until she was hoarse trying to get someone–anyone–to hire her. But she had been shot down at every turn. Oh, some had given her a callback, but that was about as far as it went. And most just told her no right off. 

But Mr. Barstow had been different. Maybe it was because he himself had such a hard time finding an applicant willing to do what he needed to be done. Brooke certainly wasn't the brainless young hotbody with big tits and a tight ass that most people associate with these types of office escapades. Yet he had offered her the job as secretary slut nonetheless.

Brooke thought about the offer quietly for the rest of the evening. This was something that she alone would have to decide–she couldn't discuss it or ask anyone else's opinion. Not only would it be damaging to her marriage, but it may even be illegal! And it would most certainly be the end of her at Barstow Associates if word got out what she was doing. 

A part of Brooke knew she should be incensed and indignant at the gall this man had. The very nerve–trying to hire her as the company whore! Yet another part of her was excited and even turned on with the idea. She could not ignore the wetness she had between her legs as Mr. Barstow described her special duties. Knowing that she would be responsible for pleasing and pleasuring the men and women working there was not without its attraction. 

After dinner, while her husband fell asleep in his recliner, Brooke quietly crept upstairs and slipped into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Thinking about the job offer and its duties had gotten her more than a little horny and she needed to take care of her need.

Getting her vibrator out of her nightstand drawer she settled back to enjoy a little "me time".  She took some of the dirty clothes out of the hamper and piled them on the hardwood floor. Then she lay down on the floor positioning her hips over the pile of clothes to raise her hips to a suitable angle for fucking herself. Brooke spread her legs wide and turned on her "friend". 

At first, she ran the buzzing tip around her nipples, feeling the electric sparks as her tender sensitive buds came to life and stiffened as if reaching out for more pleasure. She quietly moaned her desire as she teased her nipples and areola with the toy even as her other hand found its way down her body to the dampness between her legs. Brooke gasped as her fingers found her clit - she didn't realize until this moment how much she needed this.

She didn't keep her hungry pussy waiting any longer. With her nipples now achingly hard, she moved the buzzing toy down to where she needed it most. As it touched the inside lips of her pussy she let out a louder moan. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she realized how loud she was–she didn't want to wake Ken up and have her playtime interrupted!

Reaching down to the pile of dirty clothes under her hips she found a pair of Ken's boxers that he had worn just the other day–they still had his scent on them. These would do nicely!

She wadded them up into a tight ball and stuffed them deep into her mouth as a gag to keep her quiet. She could taste his salty sweat on the underwear and his musky, earthy taste was actually quite pleasurable. Now she could make a little more noise although she would still have to be mindful not to get too carried away.

She circled her entrance a couple of times letting the vibrator tip lightly touch her clit each lap. On the second one, she let it linger just under her clit, pressed up against it as she moaned into her gag. By now her pussy was slobbering like a St. Bernard watching a steak cook, and she was plenty lubed up and ready.

Pointing the tip of the plastic toy at her tunnel, she pushed her playmate into her with a thrust somewhere between a slow gradual thrust and an outright stab. It was fast enough and deep enough to cause her to accidentally scream into her gag and she was thankful she'd stuffed her mouth full of his underwear.

As the toy stretched her needy pussy, the vibrations it was making sent pleasure waves rippling up her spine like tiny earthquake tremors, causing similar quaking and trembling in her body. She closed her eyes and involuntarily arched her back as the intensity of her hunger overwhelmed her. She began fucking herself hard and deep with the plastic phallus, just like she liked it and she writhed and twisted in glorious ecstasy at being filled again.

As she pumped the fake cock in and out of her drooling slit, her other hand busied itself by rubbing her clit furiously. The combination she knew would prove lethal–her orgasm was coming on hard and fast. As it built to impossible heights, she waited for the inevitable with eager anticipation.

As she crested the top of Mount Orgasm her mind flashed to the man who could be her new boss, Mr. Barstow. While she hadn't gotten much of a look at him through his three-piece business suit and sitting behind that desk, she imagined him naked hovering over her and pounding what had to be a massive cock into her. 

She imagined him calling her his slut and his whore and making her do all manner of lewd things. She imagined herself on the conference room table being used by one man after another–each one filling a hole and shooting his hot cum into every orifice she possessed.

Her imagination, coupled with the insistent hum of the vibrator, sent her rocketing over the edge and falling into the chasm that was her orgasm. She screamed out into the makeshift gag again as it hit her like a runaway freight train, causing her to pitch, buck, and squirm as the orgasm tied her body into knots.

Finally, the torment was over and she lay limp and panting over the pile of clothes. She pulled the wet boxers from her mouth in order to breath easier and lay there until enough strength returned for her to get up. She took a shower to get cleaned up and while in the shower she decided to call Mr. Barstow in the morning to talk more about the job.


After a fitful night of lurid, sexy dreams–dreams of her being used by faceless men and groped and manhandled by unseen hands, cumming more times than she could count, Brooke woke to a new exciting day.

She went through her normal morning routine, getting Ken's breakfast and packing his lunch and all the regular things she did every morning. She had to make today seem like any other day. Only it wasn't going to be a regular normal day for her.

Once Ken was off to work, Brooke called Mr. Barstow, hoping that he hadn't reconsidered and withdrew his offer.

"Hello, Mr. Barstow? This is Brooke Robbins. I am calling to let you know that I am still interested in the position and if you are still offering it, I will accept," she said.

"Wonderful! Can you come by today to discuss this more and move to the next step? I would like to get you on board as soon as possible," he asked.

"That would be fine, Sir. I can be there in about 15 minutes," she said.

"Excellent. We have some other details to go over before you can start working," he told her.

"Yes, Sir. I will see you in a bit then," she said and hung up the phone.

She went in to get dressed, only this time because she knew what the job was about now, she dressed more the part of the secretary slut. She wore a very tight, very short, red off-the-shoulder dress made of stretch knit material that hugged every curve of her body.

The dress was so short that it didn't cover the tops of her thigh-top stockings, leaving about a three-inch gap between them instead. She added a pair of six-inch silver metallic heels and her outfit was complete. As a final touch, she removed her wedding ring and left it at home–she didn't want to answer a bunch of needless questions!

When she got to the twelfth floor again, Becky the receptionist greeted her. "I see you're back. Does that mean you will be joining our little band?" she asked.

"We'll see. But at least this is farther than I have gotten since I left my last place!" Brooke said.

"Well, I hope you get the job! Good luck!" she said, taking her back to Mr. Bartow's office again.

"Ahh, Mrs. Robbins, please come in! Thank you, Becky, that will be all," he said, smiling at them both.

"Please have a seat," Mr. Barstow said as Becky left, shutting the door behind her. "I'm very glad you called today Mrs. Robbins. I've been going over your resume and you look very well qualified for this position. Your resume is most impressive!"

"Thank you, Mr. Barstow, Sir. And please, call me Brooke," she said.

"Very well, Brooke. Now then, before you actually begin working, we have to set you up with a complete physical exam. This is a bit more extensive and unfortunately intrusive than your standard company poke and prod... because of the type of work you will be doing, we have to make sure you are free from any STD's or other unwanted baggage.

"Don't take this personally, Brooke, we all have to go through it, myself included. But I don't want any problems or anyone being sued or anything. So we all go through a once a year physical to include testing for STD's. 

"And while we are speaking of sexually transmitted diseases, there is another type of sexually transmitted unwanted that we try very hard to avoid, and that is pregnancy. While I don't require any of my employees to go through vasectomies or getting their tubes tied, we don't want any unexpected new employees either.

"Some of the people here have an aversion to using condoms–either they don't like the way they feel or, in one particular case, one of the women here is allergic to latex. So condoms are a matter of choice. However, all the women here are expected to take precautions to avoid the specter of pregnancy, be it the pill or some other method.

"And most of the men are willing to help out as well by either pulling out before they cum or by using another method for having sex. No one has ever gotten pregnant by a blowjob, you know!" he said smiling.

"Yes, Sir. I understand. I'm on the pill myself, although my husband and I aren't all that sexually active these days..." she said, looking down sadly.

"Oh?" Mr. Barstow inquired.

"Well, it's just that money has been tight and Ken, my husband, has been working very hard to support us. I have tried to find a job to help out, but finding anything steady is hard these days.

"As a result, Ken comes home too tired and worn out to have sex. And I'm sitting at home all day just watching TV and wishing that things were easier for him so that we could be like we used to be when money wasn't such a big issue and we could enjoy life isn't of worrying about it all the time," she said.

"So how does your husband feel about your working here? Have you told him that your duties as a secretary involve more than just typing, filing and answering phones?" he asked. 

"Oh no, Sir! I couldn't tell him about working here! At least not the sex part of it. He would completely freak out," she said quickly.

"Yes, I can imagine he probably would. Well, that's one thing about this job, Brooke. If you are accepted, no one outside the company would know that you work here as our secretary slut. You may tell them that you are our secretary with all the usual secretarial duties, but the slut side of your work would remain a closely-guarded company secret. 

"You see Brooke, due to the nature of our business as a financial consulting firm, we are privy to a lot of very personal information. Our clients expect our utmost discretion and confidence in keeping that information to ourselves. Along with that, the way we work things in this office–with your office sex slut duties–also has to stay secret.

"No one outside the walls of this office knows what goes on here aside from the standard financial consulting side. Each member of our team knows and understands that if word got out what goes on here, this company would be ruined and all of us would either be jailed or at the very least have our reputations irreversibly damaged.

"We all have far too much to lose to let word of the goings on here slip out. So you too will be sworn to secrecy–both in our clients' personal information as well as to the running of the office itself," Mr. Barstow explained.

"I understand completely, Sir. At my last real job with Thompson-Kincaid, we had access to our clients' personal information as well so I know all about being discrete. Plus, as you said, once I start 'working', I too will not be able to tell anyone all that I do here.

"Although I have and will be cheating on my husband, I do still love him. It's just that I am a woman, Sir, and I have needs that aren't being met. I can't believe I'm telling you this so brazenly, but it's the truth. I love sex and the way things are at home right now, it's just not happening," Brooke said softly. 

"Well Brooke, I can promise you one thing, here at Barstow Associates. If you pass your physical and are hired, you won't have to worry about that problem anymore! Our men and women here are always in need of stress relief and having you here to take care of that means they will be able to concentrate more on the business end of the company.

"Poor Becky has had to try to fill in since our last girl left, and I'm sure she will welcome another slut in the company to take some of the load off her!" he chuckled.

Brooke was having a hard time sitting still as he talked about the amount of sex that Becky seemed to be getting. She could feel her own pussy buzzing and she felt a warm flush as she dampened at his explanation. She wanted a chance at some of that action!

"If you are still interested in coming to work here, I will set up an appointment with our company physician for your exam. I'm sure you will pass, but we still go through the motions just for our own peace of mind," he said.

"Yes, I am interested in coming to work here, Sir. I look forward to serving–and servicing–the company any way I can," Brooke said with a little smile.

"Good, I was hoping you would. I will set up the appointment then. Once you have been cleared by our physician, we will get you to work as soon as possible," he said.

"Thank you, Sir," Brooke said.



It was three long restless days before her appointment. She knew she would pass, that wasn't the problem. It was waiting until the appointment. She just kept thinking about the sex she was missing out on while waiting.

If what Mr. Barstow was saying is true, Becky was right now bent over a desk being fucked senseless or kneeling in front of one of the men, getting her face blasted with sweet creamy cum!

Maybe Becky was the type to take it up the ass–Brooke loved a good ass fuck! And she was sitting here in this lonely old house just waiting for the appointment while Becky was getting all the hard, stiff cock she could want and more!

Finally, the day of her appointment arrived. Brooke could hardly wait to get Ken off to work and get over to the doctor's office and get this stumbling block behind her. She got to the doctor's office a few minutes early, just in case there was some paperwork to take care of. 

The doctor was able to see her quickly, which Brooke appreciated. She followed the nurse back to the exam room. The nurse did the usual blood pressure, temperature, height, and weight checks. She asked Brooke a bunch of standard medical questions like allergies, what medications she takes, and so forth.  

"Okay, Mrs. Robbins, the doctor will be with you in a minute. Just wait here. While you are waiting you can get undressed and put on this gown please," the nurse said.

Brooke thought that was a bit of an odd request for a simple physical, but she'd never been to this doctor before and shrugged it off, doing as she was told. It wasn't like she was shy or anything after all! 

She took off her clothes but decided to keep her panties on, though. This was supposed to be just a routine employment physical after all. If they questioned it, she would just play dumb and say "I didn't think you meant everything!" She undressed down to her lacy, well fitting panties and put the thin exam gown on with the opening in the back as the nurse had instructed. She tied the strings around her neck and the one at the small of her back to keep it closed somewhat but the one in the middle of her back she couldn't reach. 

Brooke wished the doctor would hurry up–she wanted to get home and call Mr. Barstow to tell him she had completed the exam. After an agonizing fifteen minutes, the doctor came in.

He was a good looking man; Brooke figured he was over six foot tall judging by the measuring strip on the door frame, about the same age as her, and in very good shape from what she could tell; he was wearing a typical white doctors coat with a stethoscope around his neck and carrying a clipboard. He was actually very handsome and Brooke could feel her pussy tingle as he entered the room. He had a very nice smile and seemed pleasant.

"Hello, Mrs. Robbins, I'm Dr. Williams and I'll be doing your examination today. I understand you are here for a physical for Barstow Associates, is that correct?" 

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, they are good clients of mine and have been for several years. Why don't we go ahead and get started, so we can get you on your way as quickly as possible. It looks like your BP and temperature are normal, I'm going to go ahead and listen to your heart and lungs now," he said. 

He stepped up closer to her and placed the stethoscope on her chest. He didn't ask her to drop the gown, and Brooke started thinking maybe this won't be so bad after all. He moved it a couple of different places on her chest then moved it around to her back by her kidneys.  


"Please take a couple of deep breaths," he said, and moved to the other side, "Again please?" she breathed in deeply and out, as he requested. 

He took the stethoscope out of his ears. "Well your lungs sound good and everything seems fine there," he said, "Do you have any breathing problems? Get short of breath? Asthma? Allergies?" 

"No Sir, none of those," she said.

He walked over to the counter, opened a little drawer and picked up a little light scope. Again he came close up to her and said,

"Open wide and say Ahhh!" Brooke was feeling more relaxed now that things were underway. She complied enthusiastically, opening her mouth wide and saying a pronounced "Ahhh!" 

 "Very good. Now can you tilt your head back a little, please?" He guided her into the position he wanted and he looked in her nasal passages with the light and proceeded to do the same with her ears.

"All right then, I'm going to need you to drop your gown down in front now, so we can do the breast exam," he said. Brooke wasn't quite prepared for this, but he was the doctor and there was no point in arguing with the request. Besides she needed his approval for the job and she figured the quicker she complied, the quicker it would all be over. 

She slipped the gown over shoulders and let it fall down about her waist, the doctor came in front of her matter-of-factly and looked at her fully exposed breasts. "Okay, Mrs. Robbins, if you will lay back, we can get started," he said. 

Dr. Williams took her left arm and gently placed it above her head, placing a small cushion under her shoulder to slightly elevate it. 

"Now, just relax," he said, and he began to examine her breast. She felt her heart start to race as he manipulated her left breast, moving his four fingers in a sweeping motion from the outside in, towards her nipple, he palpated each quarter of her breast in a clockwise fashion, then he moved to her areola, feeling it with two fingers. 

He finished examining her areola and then he took her nipple between his thumb and index finger and gently squeezed it. Dr. Williams noticed a surprised and anxious look on her face. 

"It's okay Mrs. Robbins, I have to check your lacteal duct for any unusual discharges," he explained. He gave her nipple another little squeeze and then brought her arm down, removed the cushion and repeated the procedure on her right breast. 

With the breast exam completed, he moved his exam further down her body and began palpating her abdominal area. He lowered Brooke's gown down to her waist and noticed that she was still wearing her panties. He smiled to himself, knowing that this exam was for her to begin working at Barstow Associates and knowing what she would be doing there.

Brooke didn't know it, but Dr. Williams was well aware of what went on inside the walls of Barstow Associates–he and Mr. Barstow were old friends and he had been in the office on many occasions for a "consultation" and had enjoyed the special treatment his company provided its top clients. 

He completed the abdominal exam and said, "You can sit up, now Mrs. Robbins." Brooke sat up, instinctively bringing her gown up to cover her breasts. "I will be back in just a minute. Please wait here," he said. Brooke thought that the exam must be over and he was going to get the necessary paperwork. /That wasn't so bad, I guess. /she thought to herself. 

Then the doctor came back with the nurse. "Okay, Mrs. Robbins, we need to draw some blood to run some tests and then we can do your pelvic exam. You can have my nurse stay in here with you while we do the exam if it will be more comfortable, it's up to you," he said. 

Brooke sat there stunned, the words "pelvic exam" reverberating in her brain. She had never liked these damn things and tried to avoid them whenever possible.  

"Oh, Dr. Williams that won't be necessary, I just had an exam not too long ago from my regular OB/GYN doctor. She said everything was fine down there. You can call her and talk to her if you like. She works at the..." Brooke said.

But Dr. Williams cut her off mid-sentence. "Mrs. Robbins, I understand how you feel. Many women don't like the pelvic exam, but you are here for a comprehensive pre-employment physical which does require a complete vaginal and rectal exam as well as a pap smear, so I'm afraid you'll need to remove your underwear so we can continue," he said.

The doctor's words vaginal, rectal exam, and pap smear made her gasp; she wasn't prepared for such an intrusive exam! Dr. Williams let the nurse take over, and she approached Brooke, still holding the exam gown up covering her breasts.

"You'll need to go ahead and slip your panties off now dear," the nurse said gently, "You can go behind the curtain and put them with your clothes if you want."

With little choice, Brooke obeyed reluctantly, slipping the gown up over her arms, getting up from the table, and going behind the dressing curtain to remove her underwear. She slipped her panties down around her ankles and stepped out of them, placing them on top of her clothes, then she returned to the exam table. She wished the doctor would hurry up and get this embarrassing and humiliating exam over with.

"All right, sweetie lay back on the table and put your knees up," the nurse instructed her. Brooke did so and her gown slid up around her waist exposing her now naked pussy. The nurse paid little attention to her exposed privates as she unfolded the retractable stirrups at the foot of the table. Brooke had always thought this setup looked strangely like some kind of torture device from the medieval times like some perverted stretching rack!

"Now, put your legs here in the leg supports and put your feet in the stirrups hon, and you'll need to scoot down so your bottom is right here on the edge of the table," the nurse said, helping her to lift her legs into place. "There. I'm going to strap your legs down a bit just to hold them in place while the doctor does his exam." 

Once Brooke was in position and her legs secured, the nurse cranked a handle down at the foot of the table which spread her legs even further apart. Brooke felt completely humiliated at this exposed and compromising position. The doctor took his position sitting on a short wheeled stool with his face right at the level of Brooke's bare pussy.

"Okay Mrs. Robbins, I'm going to examine your external genitalia first and then we'll do the internal exam," he said. And without hesitating or giving her a chance to prepare, he brought his fingers to her vagina and began brushing through her thick blonde pubic hair trying to inspect the underlying skin.

He examined her entire groin area, palpating and pushing on certain places with his forefingers. Then without warning or even asking her permission, he spread open her outer lips with his thumb and forefingers, leaving her inner lips and clitoris completely exposed. She wasn't ready for this at all and she gasped aloud. 

"We're almost done, Mrs. Robbins," he said.

She wished he would have warned her of what he was going to do, but the doctor was focussed on completing the examination.

Finally, he stood up and Brooke noticed he was removing his exam gloves. "Is that it? Can I get dressed now?" Brooke asked.

"Not yet Sarah! I'm afraid we have a couple more things to do," he said. Then to her horror, he reached for another pair of exam gloves, putting them on with a snap! He resumed his position between her legs, "Now I'm going to do the rectal and the vaginal/rectal exam, so if you'll just relax, this will only take a minute. 

He held his hand out to the nurse who squirted some KY jelly on to the finger of his right hand. He quickly brought his finger to the base of her rectum, pausing briefly to lubricate her sphincter and then proceed to slowly insert his finger up into her rectum. This actually caused more stimulation than when he had inserted his fingers in her vagina and Brooke squirted her own brand of lubricant. 

"Oh, doctor! I'm sorry! Oh, I'm so embarrassed! Are you almost done?" she said, turning beet red. 

"It's okay, Mrs. Robbins, it happens. I'm almost done, just a couple more things and then we'll be finished," he said.

He reached back his other hand for the nurse to apply lubricant and with his finger still in her rectum, inserted the two newly lubricated fingers into her vagina; he brought the two fingers in her vagina down toward the one in her rectum and felt the tissue that separated the two cavities, he palpated the tissue and moved his fingers around a little before finally withdrawing them from her rectum and vagina.

"Just one more thing Mrs. Robbins, then we'll be done," he said, as he again removed the gloves and again put a new pair on. He came in front of her spread legs once again the nurse handed him a plastic speculum. Brooke knew these hated things well. There were very few things more humiliating than having your private parts spread open and having some strange man–doctor or not–peering up inside you. 

This exam had been so much more than what she had expected and she was almost in tears by this point. But she had been through so much that she figured she would just tough it out; the doctor did say she was about done, and she did want to get it over with so she could start work. She just kept the prize in mind and held out until he was done.  

He moved closer with the dreaded instrument. "One more thing to do, Mrs. Robbins... I need to do a pap smear now; I just have to open your vagina with the speculum to expose your cervix. So if you can just relax a little more for me, I'll insert the speculum," he said.

He opened her lips with one hand and slowly and gently inserted the speculum, pushing it all the way in. Brooke could feel her vagina stretching beyond that which was comfortable, then he squeezed the handle of the speculum and she could feel her vagina open even more. The doctor peered into the most personal private part of her body while the nurse handed the doctor what looked like a very long Q-tip.

He held the speculum with one hand and with the other, proceeded to swab her cervical opening. Then he withdrew the swab and handed it to the nurse and she took it away. He withdrew the speculum from her vagina and stood up. 

"That's it! We're all done! Now that wasn't so bad was it?" he said. "I will let the nurse help you down and you can get dressed and come into my office so we can talk a moment, okay?"

Then he left the room and the nurse came over and handed her a few wipes so that Brooke could wipe any residual lubricant from her genitals. "All done?" the nurse asked after a few moments, "You can put your clothes back on now. You did very well!"

After Brooke was dressed and somewhat composed, she went into the office with the doctor. "Well Mrs. Robbins, I didn't find anything unusual or troubling with your exam. I will send the blood tests and pap smear out to be examined and we should know something in a few days. Once I get the results back I will let you know. If there's nothing wrong, you should be able to start work next week I would think," he said.

"Thank you, doctor. I hope the tests come back quickly, I am really anxious to get started. The money will help out a great deal with the bills," Brooke said. Brooke left the doctors office and headed for home.



It was almost a week later when Brooke got a call from Mr. Barstow. He intentionally called during the day when Brooke's husband, Ken, was at work because Brooke had said she didn't want him to know anything about her work yet. 

She didn't want him to know because first off, she didn't have the job yet and didn't want to jinx things, and secondly, she didn't want him asking too many questions about it and finding out there was more to her job than just being your average run-of-the-mill secretary!

Brooke was puttering around the house doing her housework when the phone suddenly rang. "Hello?" she asked.

"Mrs. Robbins, this is Mr. Barstow. I am just calling to let you know we got the results back from your physical and you have been cleared to come to work. If you are still interested in the position, come by tomorrow so we can get some paperwork started and a little orientation for your new job," Mr. Barstow said.

"Yes! Yes, I am still interested! What time should I be there, Sir?" she said, almost exploding with excitement.

"Well, since you seem so eager to get started, why don't we say tomorrow about 11:00 am?" he said.

"Yes, Sir! I'll be there!" Brooke said. She hung up the phone and did a little happy dance as she thought about the sex–and the money, but mostly the sex–she would be getting!

That evening, when Ken came home, he found a bubbly, whistling wife. "Hi honey, I'm glad you're home. How was work today?" she asked.

"It was miserable. We lost another contract to Mayfield Construction and, as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to let Billy go. He was the last guy we hired, so he had the least seniority," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey! Billy was a good guy from what you've told me about him. What's he going to do now?" she asked.

"Well, he's talking about heading east. I guess he figures he can find work there. He has family in St. Louis, he says, so he might be headed there," Ken said.

"I'm sorry you had to fire Billy. And I'm sorry that you lost another contract. But it will all work out somehow," Brooke said trying to make her husband feel better. 

Dinner that night was quiet and subdued. Brooke wanted to tell him about her new job, but she waited a bit longer until she knew more about it. She would need to know just what she could tell him about it... and what she would need to keep from him!


The next day, Brooke prepared to meet with Mr. Barstow once more. She dressed in the same short red dress she wore the last time she met with him–it was the only thing she had that was sexy enough for him. She got dressed and ready to go and when it got time to meet Mr. Barstow, she drove to his office.

"Hello, Becky, I'm here to see Mr. Barstow," she said as the door to the elevator opened on the twelfth floor.

"Hello, Mrs. Robbins, of course, he is expecting you. Go right on back," Becky said.

Brooke went back to his office and knocked on the heavy wood door.

"Ahh, Mrs. Robbins! Come in please and have a seat!" he said, standing as she entered. He waved her to a chair in front of his desk. 

"Thank you, Sir," she said, taking a seat.

"Now then, as I said, I got your physical exam results back and the doctor said it was fine for you to go to work here. Dr. Williams is well aware of what the job you are applying for entails, and so I told him to be very thorough. He said you were a bit shy at times but you did what he told you and he said you did very well," Mr. Barstow said.

"Thank you, Sir," Brooke said.

"Oh, it wasn't a compliment necessarily. It was also a test–a test to see if you were really cut out to be a secretary slut. The good doctor and I made it especially intimate in order to see if you would go through with it. 

"Had you balked or refused, you wouldn't be sitting here now. No, you went through with the whole embarrassing and humiliating thing. And in so doing, you proved your worth as our secretary slut!

"Now, I have here a contract which every person who comes to work here must sign. It sets out work requirements, salaries, and other details pertaining to your work. I'm sure you will find it pretty standard stuff, however, there are a few details not shown on your contract for obvious legal reasons. 

"First off, let's discuss your appearance. Is this the same dress that you wore last time you were here?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir. I'm afraid I don't have a lot of sexy clothes. We don't have the money to go out much anymore and I haven't had much need to dress up lately," she said looking down at her lap. 

"Well that dress is quite attractive, but you will need a selection of clothes. I'll tell you what I am going to do. Because I want you to start working as soon as possible, I am going to set up a line of credit for you at one of the boutiques here in Salem. 

"You are to go there and get yourself some clothes to wear for work. I want clothes that are sexy, attractive and just tame enough to wear in public. Think mini-skirts, little black dresses, and things that show you off to full advantage. 

"I want that 'slutty without being trashy' look–understand? I want you to be provocative, but not street whorish. This is a place of business and not a brothel after all!" he said.

"Yes, Sir. I will buy a few things to start and bring them here for your approval. I'll keep the receipts just in case they aren't what you like and that way I can return them and get something more to your liking. I do want to look good for you, Sir," she said.

"That is a very good idea. Yes, let's do it that way. And once we have you suitably attired, I will take a little out of each paycheck until you repay whatever it is you bought," he said.

"Yes, Sir," she said. 

"In addition to your outer clothing, you will wear heels and thigh-top stockings. No pantyhose– they hinder access. You may wear panties if you wish, but be prepared to take them off as needed. However, you should not wear a bra as that is harder to take off," he said.

"Yes, Sir." 

"Next item is your conduct here. You will be polite, obedient, and submissive at all times to all the employees. You are the new girl here and the company slut, therefore everyone here is your superior. 

"The men here will be referred to as Sir and the women will let you know what to refer to them as–some do not like to be called Ma'am. I am your supervisor and your boss so you will answer to me. But you will respect everyone who works here," he said.

"Yes, Sir." 

"Now you are being hired as a secretary/slut. Your job will be to perform all the typical secretarial duties I require of you, but also to provide sexual relief to all male and female staff members wherever, however, and whenever they ask, providing you are not otherwise busy doing something for me. 

"You will only provide for the employees, for now. In the future, you may occasionally be needed to "woo" a potential client or thank a current client for their faith in us. 

"If you are called on to perform outside the company, condoms will be used for your protection. But for our staff, they won't necessarily be used. Are you okay with that? 

"Each of our staff members is tested every six months just because of this "benefit" we offer, although frankly, you have little to worry about because as I told you before, most of our people are so busy that they have little time for a social life outside the office here. 

"So it's not like you will be at any real risk. And you will be getting so much sex here you won't want to look elsewhere for any either!

"However should you feel the need to, you are allowed to give yourself sexual release anytime during the day. But you must ask permission from me first, as I may want to watch. You see, one of my little kinks is to watch a woman masturbate, and I may have you put on a show for me or for some of the other staff members. Do you understand these rules as I have explained them?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"And are you willing to abide by the rules while you are working here?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Then let's go over the rest of the contract and you can sign it once we finish," he said. "I apologize for the vague ambiguity of your 'other' job details, but it would be an impossible task to list every act or duty you will perform. 

"Tastes change, and you will be servicing a number of individuals here at B.A. We have a dozen employees, myself included, that will require your talents and skills."

"I understand, Sir, and let me just say that I will do my best to satisfy whatever I am called on to do. I may not have much of a sex life at home currently, but in the past, I was more than a little... experimental!" Brooke said, blushing a little.  

They went over each section of the contract with Mr. Barstow explaining each item until Brooke understood it completely. In the end, she signed the contract and gave him her contact info: address, home, and cell phone number, and email address. 


"I try not to call my people at home," Mr. Barstow said, "When you get home after a long day at the office, the last person you want to hear from is me talking more about work! And in cases like yours where there might be a spouse or significant other, it's best if I don't call and discuss work-related issues. 

"But if I do have to call you, you can tell your husband that you are my secretary–just a regular office secretary–and we will not discuss anything but that sort of work over the phone while you are home. 

"And should he call here, Becky out front is very good at answering the phones all businesslike and professional. No one but the people who work here need to know your 'other duties' in this office."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she said.

"Excellent, then I think we're just about done here. The only thing left is the inspection. This part is a little demeaning, but it's nothing compared to what you'll be doing once hired. So if you will remove your clothes, all of them please," he said, as he came around the front of his desk and took the seat that she had been sitting in.

Brooke slowly undressed, laying her dress and clothes on the back of another chair in the office. When she was completely naked, she came and stood in front of Mr. Barstow. It felt strange to be standing naked in this office in front of a strange man, but she couldn't help but be more than a little aroused as well.

Mr. Barstow looked her up and down, examining her like she was a prime steer at the county fair. "Very lovely. And how tall are you, my dear?" he asked.  

"Five foot six inches, Sir, in my bare feet. But I'm wearing six-inch heels right now," she said.

"I see. Well, that is fine. You will be required to be in heels while working here, and six foot is a good height in them. If you were six foot in bare feet that might be a problem–towering over the men and women here might be a turn off to some of them. 

"But you are fine. I also notice that you are... a natural blonde. I like to have my sluts clean-shaven. So you will need to take care of that before you start working here. I like the look of a tight, well-kept pussy and your fur, even though it appears well-trimmed, obstructs my view. Not to mention the hazards of a stray hair in my mouth!" he said, winking.

"Y-yes Sir," she said. Brooke blushed at his remark and she felt her pussy flood. It had been a long time since her husband or anyone else had gone down on her. She missed the joys of a talented tongue!

"Turn around slowly, my dear," he said. Brooke obeyed, turning slowly as he looked her over. "Hmm..." he said, as she modeled herself for him. When she had done a complete rotation, she stood in front of him again.

"Well, my dear, I think we can work with you quite nicely. You have a lovely figure–just out of curiosity, what size are your breasts?" he asked.

"36DD Sir," she said. 

"Very nice. And you have a firm ass which will also please my staff. Tell me, do you like anal sex?" Mr. Barstow asked.

"Yes Sir, although it's been a long time since I had anyone... back there," she said.

"Well, here at B.A. you can count on having all your holes filled regularly. We have some men who enjoy a simple blow job, some who like to fuck, and some who like to sneak in the back door so to speak. And our women occasionally like to play the male role with their strap-ons as well as get serviced by a friendly mouth. Any objections there?" he asked.

"Mr, Barstow, as I have explained, I love sex, almost any kind of sex. And unfortunately, my husband has been unable to provide me with what I need. Yes, I have cheated on him–several times. But only to get my needs filled, not because of any feelings towards any of my male partners. I love my husband. 

"If I can work here and earn good money, that's great. If I can work here earn good money AND have my sexual needs met, that's wonderful. I would be more than happy to supply you and the other men and women of this company with as much of me as you want–in any way that you want. 

"All I ask is that there be no pain, other than maybe an erotic spanking or such, and no marking where it would show... I don't want my husband asking where I got those bruises from, you know. 

"I understand that what you are asking is borderline illegal and I'm okay with that–I'm a big girl and I know what I'm getting into up front. I do have one other concern though, Sir, if I may," she said.

"And what would that be, my dear?" he asked.

"Well I know that I am being hired as a secretary and slut and that I will be servicing everyone here, but... how do I put this... I just don't want to looked down on as just a street whore. 

"I mean I don't expect anyone to call me Ma'am or anything as if I was their boss. But I do want to be treated respectfully like you would treat any other co-worker. Like you have treated me today, Sir," Brooke said.

"Mrs. Robbins, let me assure you that we here at B.A. make no distinctions in how we treat each other based on our job or position. We are a family here, and we treat each other with the utmost respect whether you are the head of the company or the clerk in the mail room... or the company slut. 

"We get together away from the office–for company barbecues, Christmas parties, and other events. And at those events, you are a regular member of the B.A. team like anyone else. Your job title here will be a secretary and you will be treated as such, respectfully and professionally. 

"Now, while you are with one of our staff, there may be occasions where you will be talked dirty to–some of our staff like dominance games and some just enjoy dirty talk and name calling. 

"However, that all ends when the games are over. In the hallways, in the lunchroom, and all other places you will be talked to and about in a way that would fit in with any other company. If you hear otherwise, you come see me and I will correct the problem, post haste!" he said.

"Thank you, Sir. I was just wondering where my secretarial duties stop and my slut duties begin!" she said, smiling sheepishly.

"Your secretary stops, my dear when you agree to let it. If I was to ask you right now to lay on the desk so I could take my pleasure in you and you said no, then your refusal stands–even to me. 

"You are a person here, Mrs. Robbins, and you have the right to say no just as anyone else. Always keep that in mind. 

"Now if there is someone here who you just cannot stomach the idea of letting them have you, then we will work with that when it happens. Do you understand? You are a slut, not a slave. You have the right to say no," he said seriously, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," she said, smiling at him.

Mr. Barstow glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Well, unless you have any other questions, you may get dressed. Welcome to Barstow Associates. Today is Wednesday and Friday is the end of the current pay period. 

"For simplicity's sake and to give you a few days to shop for clothes, why don't we say your first day of work will be Monday. Is that all right with you?" he asked.

"Monday would be wonderful, Sir. Thank you for giving me this opportunity," she said, hardly able to contain her excitement.

"You are welcome, my dear. Now here is a list of five stores with which we have charge accounts. You can go to any of them to get the clothes you need. 

"There is a name next to each store name–that person knows just what to shop for, so use them as your contact for whichever store you shop in. They will set you up with the clothes you need at the best prices. 

"Just pick out whatever clothes you wish and charge it to the company. Once you have your clothes, we will set up a payment schedule, taking a bit out of each check until you have it paid back," he said.

"Yes, Sir. I will do my best to be pleasing to you when I start work on Monday," she said. And Brooke, now dressed again, left Mr. Barstow's office with a smile and a new job to look forward to.

Brooke drove home, thinking about her new job and what was going to happen Monday morning. 

She could hardly concentrate on driving, her pussy was leaking and tingling and her breath was rapid as she thought about her first day. How many of the people would she have to service her first day? Would she be able to actually pull it off? 

It was one thing to look at what she was going to get paid and agree to do it, but it was a whole different matter when you stood before your first staff member and took your clothes off for him or her! 

She wondered if Mr. Barstow himself would want to be her first patron. She hoped he would; Mr. Barstow was handsome and he had been very nice to her so far. 

He had the quiet confidence of a man who knew he wielded a lot of power yet didn't flaunt it openly. She liked that in him. He was approachable and social, yet he had a dominant aura around him that let her know when he spoke, people listened. 

She felt safe with him. She /REALLY/ hoped he wanted to be her first!
 


Brooke was excited to start her first official day that Monday. Ken, her husband, had already left for work earlier and Brooke hurried to get ready for her new job. Mr. Barstow had given Brooke permission to use the company charge account at a few clothing stores to get herself some appropriate office wear for her job and she would have a little taken out of her first paychecks until her purchases were paid back. Now with her new clothes and new makeup, she prepared for her first day at Barstow Associates. 

It was raining that Monday, typical for this time of year, so when she arrived at the office around 8:00 am, Brooke took off her long overcoat, shaking the water from it before folding it in half over her arm. She was anxious to show off her shamelessly short black miniskirt and white silk blouse to Becky, but as the elevator door to the twelfth floor opened, Brooke quickly realized that the receptionist had other things on her mind.

When she saw Becky squirming in her chair behind the large receptionist counter with her eyes closed, she quietly walked around to go on into the office to start work. However, as she rounded the end of the counter, she looked behind it and saw one of the male staff members sitting on his knees, his head between Becky's naked thighs. Becky's skirt and panties lay on the desk in front of her and hidden from view behind the raised countertop, and the man was busily licking her snatch while tugging on his own fat cock.

Startled by the sight at first, Brooke reminded herself that this was part of the job. Becky briefly opened her eyes, turned to look at her and gave her a head nod. Brooke smiled and returned the nod. Then she closed her eyes and focused on enjoying herself again, and Brooke walked on back to her desk and sat down, waiting to see what would happen next.

Suddenly, Brooke spotted a redheaded woman walking toward her. "Hi, you must be the new girl! My name is Cheryl Murphy!" she said as she reached Brooke's desk.

The woman was younger than her–Brooke estimated she was in her mid to late twenties, with a very bubbly personality and a smile that you couldn't help but smile back at. She was pretty in a wholesome, fresh, teen cheerleader way, with little makeup except for mascara and lip gloss.

"Hi. Yes, I'm the new girl. Brooke Robbins... it's nice to meet you," Brooke said, introducing herself.

"Yes Mr. Barstow told me that he had hired a new girl and asked me to show you around and introduce you to the staff," she said.

"Okay... um, Cheryl... did Mr. Barstow tell you what my job here was to be?" Brooke asked cautiously.

Cheryl smiled and put her hand on Brooke's arm. "Yes, hon, he told me. Don't worry, you will be a welcome addition here, take my word on that!" she said, reassuringly. "Before we go around showing you off to the staff here, let's talk a bit about your regular duties and how we do things here at B. A."

"That would be nice. This is all very strange to me and it's going to take a little getting used to!" Brooke admitted.

"Yes, we do run things a little differently than most companies like ours. But that's what makes working here so much more fun and makes our staff so much happier. And a happy staff makes for good productivity which makes our clients happy too–at least that's what Mr. Barstow believes. And it seems to work," Cheryl said.

Cheryl started showing Brooke the filing system and helped her get a login on the computers set up. She helped Brooke set up her company email and showed her the break room and how they worked lunch. 

A few minutes before lunch, Mr. Barstow came out of his office to where Brooke and Cheryl were working. "Good morning ladies, how is our latest addition doing?" he said referring to Brooke.

"She's coming along very well, Sir. We have gone over just about everything she will need to know as a secretary. I have her login set up as well as her company email. We've discussed the filing system and other things she'll need to know. This afternoon, I was going to take her around and introduce her to everyone," Cheryl said.

"Very good, however, before you take her around to introduce her to the rest of our folks here, I want to see her for a bit. So right after lunch come to my office, okay?" Mr. Barstow said.

"Yes Sir," Brooke said.

"What do you think he wants?" Brooke asked Cheryl, "I haven't been here long enough to mess up I don't think."

Cheryl giggled, "He wants you, silly! Mr. Barstow always likes to try out the new girls before anyone else does," she said, smiling.

"Really?" Brooke asked.

"Sure. We've all been there. I remember how nervous I was when he called me into the office that first time. But don't worry, he is very good at making a girl feel comfortable!" she said, giggling again.

Brooke went to lunch after that, but it was very difficult for her to concentrate on eating. Her mind was racing with scenes of her being taken by her handsome boss. She wondered what he looked like under that three-piece Gucci suit. She wondered what she would be called on to do; he had mentioned something about anal sex the last time they talked–would he want to take her anally?

She began to wonder about his cock... how big was he? How thick and how long? She could only imagine that he was of admirable size considering how confident and self-assured he was. You can't be as dominant and commanding as he is without having something on board to back it up!

With lunch behind her now, Brooke went back to the office. She was already wet as she rode the elevator back to her office, knowing that when she got there she would be servicing the man she had been interviewed by twice and who was now her boss. Brooke went straight to Mr. Barstow's office and knocked softly on the door.

"Come in," came the voice behind the door. Brooke slowly opened the door and stepped inside.

"Y-you wanted to see me Sir?" she said, nervously.

"Ah, Mrs. Robbins! Yes, please shut the door and come in," he said. Brooke did as he told her, coming up to the front of his desk.

"Have a seat, my dear," he said, indicating to the chair next to her.

Brooke sat down in the chair, timidly crossing her ankles and folding her hands in her lap.

"So has Cheryl shown you all you need to know as a secretary here at B. A.?" he asked.

"Pretty much, Sir. She said that if I have any other questions, just let her know and she'll help me," Brooke said.

"That's good. Yes, we are all here to help each other, Mrs. Robbins. We are one big family and we all pull together to do the best job we can for our customers," he said.

"Yes, Sir."

"Now do you have any questions for me? Anything you wish me to clarify or help you understand?" he asked.

"No, Sir, I think I have everything down pretty well. It's a lot like my previous job at Thompson-Kincaid, but with a few notable exceptions!" she said.

"Yes, I'm sure that I do things a little differently than you are used to. But I'm confident you will fall into place in short order, Mrs. Robbins," he said.

"Sir, if you would, please call me Brooke. Mrs. Robbins sounds like I am still interviewing for the job–or I'm in trouble!" she said.

Mr. Barstow chuckled, "I assure you neither one is the case right now so very well, Brooke. Anyway, the reason I called you into my office this afternoon is that I make a policy of trying my new girls out before I unleash the rest of my staff on you. I want to welcome you properly and hopefully, you will feel more at ease around the others in the office. After all, I am the 'big bad boss man'!" he said. 

"Yes, Sir. Cheryl told me that was why you wanted to see me this afternoon," Brooke said.

"Oh really? Well what else did she tell you about me?" he asked.

"Nothing bad, Sir, just that... well that you are good at making a girl feel comfortable here," she said. "But please don't tell her I told you–she won't confide anything to me anymore!"

"Don't worry, I won't tell her. It is nice to know that I make the girls feel comfortable though," he smiled, "I don't want my office to be something you dread!"

"No, Sir."

"Step out of those clothes will you Brooke, and let me take that brand new pussy of yours for a spin!"

"Yes Sir," she replied eagerly as she stood and began to undress; the eagerness she showed wasn't an act either–she had been looking forward to this since she learned she had the job. She really wanted to feel a new cock inside her!

Funny, she thought in my previous job this would be considered sexual harassment. Brooke wondered what the term was for whoring yourself out to your whole office staff!

While Brooke finished undressing, Mr. Barstow walked to the door and locked it so they wouldn't be disturbed. 

Brooke was standing there naked and waiting for instructions. Mr. Barstow came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her tits in his hands and gently squeezing them as he kissed her neck.

"Ohhh..." Brooke moaned as she felt his hands on her at last. She felt his strong arms wrapped around her and her pussy got even wetter knowing what was coming.

Mr. Barstow's hands knew what they were doing as he sunk his fingers deep into the soft creamy flesh and his thumb rubbed over her hardening nipples. He hefted the large melons and then pressed inwards mashing them against her rib cage as his arms pressed against her, holding her tighter.

She loved the feeling of restraint and loved being held so tightly... it was like he was claiming her as his own and holding onto her so she wouldn't get away. Not that she wanted to–it had been a long time since she had felt this kind of embrace; usually, she just got a quick peck on the cheek or maybe a little hand holding. Her husband hadn't "claimed" her in a very long time.

Brooke laid her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, savoring the closeness they were sharing and the magical feeling his hands were giving her. She pressed back against him and discovered another delightful sensation as her naked ass rubbed against a very large and still growing bulge in his pants.

"Mr. Barstow..." she moaned softly as she rubbed up against the swelling protuberance. He stepped back a half-step and spun her to face him Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her face to his, crushing his lips against hers in a powerful, passionate kiss. She instantly melted into his kiss, putting her arms around his neck as he wrapped his around her waist, his hands resting on her firm white ass cheeks.  

As he continued to kiss her, Mr. Barstow slowly walked her backward until she came up on his desk. With his hands under her ass, he lifted her up with his strong arms and set her down on the desk, the top of which he had kept clear for this very purpose. He pushed her gently backward until she was lying on the desk and then he reached back to pull up the chair she was sitting in and sat down to the feast before him. 

Brooke raised her head just enough to see between her legs and watch Mr. Barstow as he peered at her wet, pink opening. Her heart fluttered as he licked his lips, her sweet honey-laden hole beckoning him to sample her. Using his index finger, he traced the outline of her swollen lips and circled her clit, careful not to touch it just yet.

Brooke's pussy instantly responded to his gentle erotic touch, offering him copious amounts of her sweet honey in gratitude for his caresses.

She opened her legs wider and raised her hips a bit in order to give him better access to her. His fingers traced their way around her opening and he rolled her fat fleshy lips between his fingers, lightly tugging on them and pulling them apart as he softly blew hot breath lightly into her hole.

"Ohhh, God..." Brooke moaned as he teased her. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her fingers raking at the table, searching for handholds as her passion erupted into a roaring blaze. Brooke had been picturing this scene in her mind for several days now–ever since she first learned what her job would entail.

All that waiting and imagining had her libido at the boiling point. Now that it was happening, she was already half crazed with lustful desire–which is precisely where he wanted her! 

Mr. Barstow moved his head to the side and kissed the inside of her leg about halfway up her thigh. Brooke felt his hot mouth of her tender flesh... it was like a hot poker had been put on her thigh. Brooke moaned and lifted her leg for more of his kisses and Mr. Barstow obliged, kissing her again on the other thigh moving slowly up her legs in an alternating pattern.

Brooke's breathing became more shallow and rapid the higher his kisses got. She could feel her pussy prepare for its turn to be kissed by leaking its sweet nectar out and glistening with eager anticipation, inviting him to taste her.

"Please Sirrr..." she moaned as he got perilously close to her center. 

"I am pleased to see that you have followed my directive and shaved your pussy, my dear. It looks so much better like this," he said. "In fact, it looks delicious. Would you like me to sample it and see how you taste?" he asked with a glint in his eyes that let her know he wasn't asking for her permission, only for her submission.

"Oh, please Sir! Please eat my pussy! Please!" Brooke whimpered. She had been imagining him going down on her, dreaming about being in this very room in this very position. And now she was about to have her dreams come true!

He moved closer to her pussy, hovering just above her beckoning mound. He breathed in her scent deeply... yes this one was more than ready for him. He smiled at how easily she had accepted her role and how eager she was to fulfill it. She would make a fine addition to the company and an excellent "diversion" for his people.

With his fingers holding her pussy lips open he peered into her wet slick tunnel. Her scent was even stronger now and he licked his lips as he saw the dripping honey on her inner walls. He couldn't wait any longer and he leaned forward the last few inches to fasten his mouth over the warm inviting hole.

"Ohhhh Gaaawwwddd!" Brooke moaned loudly as she felt his tongue enter her and push deeper into her pussy. It had been so long since she felt this...

Mr. Barstow was quite adept at eating pussy. He prided himself on being able to please a woman with his tongue as well as with his cock. He seemed to know where all of Brooke's buttons were and in what order to push them. Brooke had built this moment up in her mind so much since learning about the job that now she was nearly beside herself with impatient anticipation.

Mr. Barstow took his time eating Brooke. He savored her sweet, syrupy juices and his tongue squirmed around inside her tunnel, searching every fold and cranny to collect all that she had to offer him.

"Oh God, Sir! Ohh, yes, right there! Please, please don't stop! Oh God, that feels so good!" Brooke cried as she was swept away in a tidal wave of sensations.

Brooke writhed and twisted, clawing frantically at the desk as her mind slipped away. Mr. Barstow had to work to hold her down and keep her from falling off the desk in her thrashing around. But he continued feasting on her sweetness, licking and lapping up her juices as fast as she could produce them.

"Oh, Sir! Oh, I'm going to cum! Please, Sir! Please make me cum! Oh, God. I need to cum so badly! Please, Sir, please!" she pleaded desperately.

But Mr. Barstow had other ideas. He did stop eating her pussy, but only because he had another use for the hot, dripping hole. He stood up and quickly unfastened his slacks, dropping his pants to his ankles and freeing his cock. Brooke gasped as she caught the first glimpse of what would soon be plowing her neglected pussy. 

Mr. Barstow saw the reaction his cock got and smiled. "So you like what you see, do you?" he asked, holding his cock in front of her face.

"Yes, Sir..." she breathed her reply.

He rubbed the head of his cock across her lips and she opened her mouth expectantly. "Not so fast, my eager little slut! First, you need to be properly introduced. This is the first time you two have met, you know!" he said, smiling broadly. 

"Sorry Sir," she said, blushing at her impetuosity, "I just have waited for so long..."

"Yes you have told me that your sex life has been less than consistent," he said, "and it is good that you have such enthusiasm–that will serve you well here. However proper introductions are important as well if you are to have a successful, long-term relationship, wouldn't you say? I mean, we don't want to seem too easy after all!"

"No Sir," she said sheepishly. She was acting like a common whore, going after his cock like that. Dammit, Brooke, show a little self-control and restraint! she thought to herself.

Mr. Barstow rubbed the cock across her lips again and this time Brooke pursed her lips a bit as the cock glided over them. He rubbed the cock across her cheek and Brooke moaned feeling the silky softness of the skin contrasting with the stiff hardness underneath.

Brooke had always been intrigued at the ability of a man's cock to be so soft to the touch and yet so hard inside her. It was a conundrum that baffled her and made her even more fascinated with the appendage. Yes, Brooke Robbins was definitely a cock enthusiast and Mr. Barstow had a very fine example of meaty manhood!

After rubbing his cock across her lips and over her cheek a few times Brooke was whimpering and shaking with need. "P-please Sir, please I need you inside me. Please... I haven't felt a man in me in so long... please use me as your cock whore and let me please you... fuck me, Sir, like the slut you wish me to be," she whined.

Mr. Barstow took pity on Brooke's situation and put an end to his teasing. He moved back around between the woman's spread and trembling legs and grabbed his hard cock with one hand.

"Open your pussy slut and show me where you want this cock!" he said.

Brooke instantly reached between her legs with both hands and spread her pussy lips open to him, exposing her pink tunnel to his cock. Mr. Barstow stepped a bit closer and pushed his cock past her pussy lips to rest the rim against the entrance to her love canal.

With no need for further guidance, he put both of Brookes' legs over his shoulders and wrapped one arm around the front of her thighs to hold her in place. Then, without a word of warning, he thrust his hips forward powerfully burying the full eight inches of his cock in her slippery hole in one smooth sudden motion.

"OHHHFUUUCKKK!!" Brooke squealed as she felt him invade her. She grabbed the sides of the desk as he began pumping in and out of her pussy at full speed and full force, not giving her any chance to adjust to him or even get used to being stretched open. He pounded away at her like there was a time limit on it and all Brooke could do was hold on and endure the ride.  

But Brooke had little to worry about in falling. Mr. Barstow was simply not going to allow that to happen. He had her tightly wrapped in his powerful arms and he pounded away at her mercilessly. And despite Brooke's writhing, twisting, and contortions, she wasn't going anywhere until he had finished with her! 

"Oh my God, Sir... I'm going to cum again! Oh please, Sir! Please make your whore cum! Oh, I can't stand it! Please, please, please!" she said as urgently as before. Mr. Barstow reached around with his free hand and began rubbing her clit hard with his thumb.

The added sensation was more than Brooke could stand, and within a few more devastating thrusts, she exploded once more. She screamed out her joy as her body lifted up, arching nearly to the point of breaking in two, and then twisting at the apex. It was all Mr. Barstow could do to keep fucking the woman as the convulsions of her orgasm wracked her body.

Mr. Barstow's relentless cock, coupled with his continued rubbing her hypersensed clit, gave Brooke one orgasm after another in nonstop succession. She couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, and was nearly at the point of passing out when suddenly he stopped and pulled out.

He moved quickly up along her body to her head and, grabbing a hand full of her blonde tresses, shoved his cock in her mouth just in time to blast a load of hot creamy cum into it. Brooke quickly swallowed mouthful after mouthful while at the same time trying to breathe through her nose.

Mr. Barstow seemed to have an endless supply of cum, but after several more spurts, his balls appeared to be empty. Brooke sucked the last few drops from him and sucked his shaft clean. She lay on the desk, drenched in sweat, and panting like she'd just ran a marathon at full speed. She looked up at her boss through lust-fogged eyes and smiled weakly.

Mr. Barstow let her lay on the desk for a few minutes to come back and regain her strength while he got his clothes back in order. When she seemed lucid again, he helped her to sit up on the desk, steadying her at first until she was able to steady herself.

"Feeling better Mrs. Robbins?" he asked.

"Oh yes, Sir... much better. Thank you, Sir, for using me. I'd almost forgotten what a good fucking was like!" she said dreamily.

"You are quite welcome. You didn't do too badly yourself–you must have really needed that judging by your performance!" he said.

"Yes, Sir... but I hope I wasn't too much of a whore, though!" she said.

"No worries, Brooke, my dear... you are going to make a fine addition to our little company!" he said, smiling.
 

Published 
12 Jul 2019

Written by Master_Jonathan
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