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A Corporate Asset-- Humiliation, Gangbang

By Mona Amuse

I have always liked teasing men. It goes back to my days in high school, I always used my bosom and my wiggly bottom to get my way. That's how I got into my predicament. Teasing.

To supplement my income after college I temped for bit in NYC. I also stripped but that's another story.

I got placed as a secretary to the Vice President of a small advertising corporation. His regular girl was on maternity leave and the current temp wasn't working out.

The office was completely populated with men except for me.

And Dave was a hunk. This was my kind of place. I took great effort at the interview to maintain a mixture of friendly banter and professional conduct. I also batted my eyes a lot.

I was hired. The first week I worked my tail off, advertising was work, don't let anyone tell you different. After two weeks I was bored stiff. I had the job wired, and I needed a diversion.

So I decided to start teasing the men. Sure, I was bitch, but I was b-o-r-e-d.

I began to wear more and more revealing outfits to the office each day, all the while trying to gauge the other men's opinions.

Since they were all married, I'd never go with any of them, but it would be fun to guess who would make the first move.

My boss Dave, seemed the most intrigued with watching me move around the offices. He almost stared whenever I was working at the lower filing cabinet drawer while wearing a skirt, showing my g-string.

I, being well aware of his interest, made sure I occasionally bent over his desk and revealed my lacy bra or when the working situation allowed, the creamy tops of my breasts spilling over it..

I was amazed at the amount of attention I managed to get - not only did Dave watch avidly, but other account executives found reasons to hang around the VP's office throughout the day, trying to casually pass the time while they tried to observe me. Office lunch meetings suddenly became popular and I was 'expected' to attend, to take notes which wasn't my job, but really so that the men could spend time looking - and dreaming.

Yet none approached me, at least none I took too seriously.

I encouraged them to look and even dared them to touch as much as I wanted to be touched.. The situation was turning me on. I need something to happen soon...

After everyone left from the meeting table one day, Dave lingered and asked if I would wait with him. As soon as we were alone, he looked at me and said "Mona, I have really come to appreciate how truly lovely and sexy you are since you've changed your wardrobe.

Claire never dressed like you. The others agree with me wholeheartedly.

I would like to make you more of a corporate asset, if you are willing." "Well of course, Dave," I replied with a smile, "If there is anything I could do to be more of a team player or more help to the organization I'll gladly do it!!"

Big mistake.

Dave stared for a moment as if making a decision. Then:

"I will meet you at ?Trefoils? at 9 tonight. I'll send a car. We will be having a business dinner so I want you to dress properly. I think the green dress you wore last week would be perfect. Oh," he continued as if an afterthought, "stockings, a garter belt, and some lacy lingerie are also appropriate." I sat a little stunned as he walked away.

He had given me instructions exactly as if I were expected to obey him.

The rest of the afternoon my mind whirled at the implications and the possibilities. The green dress he mentioned had buttons from the hem to neckline and was almost virtually transparent -

I usually wore a full slip under it to the office but I knew I couldn't tonight. Mona starts her adventure, I thought.

But did I want him?. You betcha! My pussy was creaming at the thought.

I at five to nine I presented myself to the Maitre D' and was escorted to a secluded section of the restaurant. Dave rose upon my arrival and, as I began to slide into the booth seat, flipped my skirt up so that I sat with only my thong between my ass and the seat. The waiter took drink orders and disappeared. I was startled to feel Dave's hand resting on my knee yet gave no resistance when he began to caress my thighs beneath the table.

As the waiter returned with the drinks, his fingers suddenly rose and stroked my thinly covered slit. I couldn't possibly react with the waiter standing there, so I allowed his hand to roam - I even widened my legs to give him better access!

During the salad, he leaned towards me and said softly "Unbutton the top two buttons." Nervously, I did as I was told even though I knew that with only five buttons holding my dress closed, the opening of two would expose me almost to my waist. Dave carelessly brushed the soft cloth back, further exposing my lace covered breasts. When the waiter came with the main course, his eyes almost popped out of his head. He left, and again Dave continued to touch and stroke me whenever he felt like it. Breasts. Nipples. Thighs. Cunny. I hardly knew what food was in front of me as I became mesmerized with his attentions. He had me stand, removed my thong and placed it clearly on the top of the table. He had me open the two lower buttons of my dress as well. Only a single button at my waist now held it closed. My legs were spread obscenely at his insistent efforts to make me have an orgasm. The return of the waiter with the check was the final straw, though.

Dave calmly and slowly read through the bill, making sure that all was in order. The entire time, he was stroking my clit with his fingers in plain view of the waiter. He stopped for a moment to retrieve a credit card, reached and unbuttoned the final dress button, then spread both halves open completely.

"Thank you," he told the gaping waiter, "That's your tip" The entire situation of two men staring at my nakedness got to me and I shuddered violently through an intense orgasm.

Before I could recover Dave guided me out the back entrance, my dress still wide open.

As we approached the car, he told me to remove my dress, and held out his hand. Nervously, I glanced around the darkened lot and, seeing no one in view, did as I was told. He helped me into the back seat and waited until the door closed.

"You are going to be an excellent asset, Mona. Go home and fuck your self silly with your vibrator. I will keep your dress and thong until tomorrow. You can explain your lack of clothing to anyone who asks anyway you want, it doesn't matter to me. I think we now have a perfect understanding of each other's roles, don't we?"

Slamming the door, he told the driver where to take me.

I tried to cover myself with one arm over my breasts the other the crouch. It was a losing proposition. I finally gave up. I dialed the car phone. Be Home! I begged.

"Hello?"

"Kiran, be ready to come downstairs with my raincoat," I told my roommate, "I'll call you when I'm downstairs."

I hung up before she could ask questions.

The driver eyed my lush nakedness in the rearview.

I gave him a show, spreading legs and arching my back.

What the hell, I couldn't hide anyway. He looked briefly, then went back to his driving. Damn NYC car drivers! Takes a lot to startle them. He had probably seen this scene before.

Downstairs came Kir. She gasped when she saw, but she bundled me up and dragged me inside.

Once the door closed she spun the coat off me and said "Give"

"He's a closet Dom. Who would have thought?"

"Jesus, Mon, he could have hurt you."

"I don't think so," my voice muffled as I slid a Group Rep Theatre sweatshirt over my curves, with it I was decent by an inch and half. "No I think he likes it."

"What are you going to do?"

Let's see how far he wants to go. I haven't been dominated since that summer in the Hamptons. I'd like to experience that with a single guy, not a group."

Christ! This quest for experiences is going to get you major trouble some day! I hope you know what you are doing!"

The next day, I got there early, I was dressed rather plainly, I went into his office, "Where are my clothes?"

He looked me over with disdain. "What the hell is this?"

"This is the way I'm going to dress from now on, I was a tease, and I got what I deserve. So we are even. But that little stunt in the car was a little much."

He grinned, "I thought you'd like it."

"Well I didn't. You wanna play games - we will play games. You wanna be in control that's great, but don't pull that humiliation crap on me again.

I was trained by the best Dom couple in the state of NY.

Humiliation to get what you want from a Sub, is a bad trip by a Dom.

who can do nothing else."

"How to suggest I proceed?" He said, interested. "I still want you to be a corporate asset."

"Make me an offer."

"I'll double your salary."

"And?"

"A bonus when you leave. Amount to be consummate with your performance."

"Fine, you just got yourself a Sub."

He immediately took charge. "Your dress code as of now requires black stockings, garter, and a lace bra if you wear one at all. No pantyhose. No panties. Skirts, sheer blouses and dresses. With buttons." he said with a smile.

So it began. At work, I would often find myself called into Dave's office.

He would tell me to disrobe and show him every article of clothing I was wearing that day to make sure I was following his instructions.

Frequently, he would reach under my skirt as I stood beside his desk and play with my clit as he talked to me. If I was braless, he would insist I open an extra button or two so that my luscious breasts would be more clearly exposed. He purchased a glass table for me to use as a desk, placing it so that he could look directly at my spread pussy from his office.

Yet that is all he did. I was suffering from frustration. Kiri was gone, on a trip, so I couldn't seduce her. It was hell.

Finally figuring that I was softened up enough, he summoned me to his office. I walked in to find him talking on the phone with his hardened dick in his hand. It was a nice sized one.

He just waved me in and motioned for me to kneel beside him.

When I did, he swivelled his chair and shoved my mouth onto his cock.

He sustained his calm conversation as he relaxed into my blowjob.

He placed the call on hold for a moment, pulled his cock from my mouth, and sprayed his come across my face. He then threw me a couple of tissues to clean myself, and went back to his conversation.

This, too, became an everyday occurrence. Dave made sure I gave him at least one orgasm every day - I jerked him off, sucked him off, and even brought him off between my tits.

His sticky sperm spewed onto almost every inch of my body in the course of a month.

Yet, as wild as all of this was, I still hadn't gotten fucked by a man.

I was in almost a frenzy over it, but Dave would not allow me any control whatsoever over what was done to me. The piece de resistance come during a business convention located at a distant city.

Once again, I wasn't asked about going: I was told to be at the airport at a certain time and that I'd return home 4 days later.

I had packed clothing with Dave's orders clearly in mind, but upon their arrival in Culver, they took a cab directly to the shopping district where Dave proceeded to purchase a complete wardrobe for me. Exotic leather skirts, ultra sheer blouses, stockings, a lace up corset, six inch spiked heels and, most outrageously, a thin slip to be worn as a dress. After the purchases were stowed in the trunk, Dave drove to a seedier part of town, stopped at a small store and left me sitting as he went inside. Several minutes later he reappeared carrying a brown paper bag.

We drove directly to the hotel where I was surprised to find that there were two rooms instead of one. I'd assumed Dave was going to share a single one with me. There was a connecting door between them at least. Dave told me to take a bath and change, then quietly closed the door. As I relaxed in the steamy bath, I wondered again what might be in store for me. I'd decided to go for broke and see what happened. After all, I snickered, it's not as if I've been a satisfied girl these last weeks! My mind drifted in the warmth, returning again and again to Dave's erect cock and the things I'd done with it.

Moments after I finally dragged myself out of the cooling tub and had gotten dressed, the door opened and Dave entered. He placed a thick choker necklace around my throat, spun me around gently and surveyed my appearance. I had chosen to wear the lace up corset beneath an incredibly sheer black blouse, a black suede skirt that covered the tops of my stockings (when I stood), and my very spiked heels. The overall effect was blatantly sexual: my breasts were clearly visible, lifted and thrust forward by the braless corset with only the sheer blouse actually covering them. The choker was also made of leather and reminded me of a dog collar. As he hooked a small gold chain to the ring I gasped as I realized that was exactly what Dave had intended!!

"We're having dinner with a client tonight. I expect you will be your usual entertaining self," he said with a smile.

With that, he led me from the room and into the elevator. As they descended, he playfully pulled and twisted my nipples one after the other. When another guest got on, he merely turned to face me and continued. By the time we'd reached the restaurant, he'd also run his fingers under my skirt and determined that I not only didn't wear any panties, but my pussy was thoroughly drenched.

Waiting for us was Arthur, a contact, I was told, within a very large firm who's advertising money was as yet uncommitted. I was placed between the two men in the curved booth and, once again, Dave lifted my skirt as I was seated. "Arthur, this is Mona," Dave began. "You must agree, she is a tremendous corporate benefit.

She is the one I told you about. She came on this trip for one reason and one reason only. She is the corporate whore."

A sharp intake of breath and widened eyes were my only reaction. My mind was racing and I was wondering what the hell I'd gotten into, but Dave held my thigh to prevent any further movement giving my amateur status away to Arthur. Oh man!, I thought desperately, I am in really, really deep here! But before I could vocalize a sound, Arthur's hand was on my other thigh, sliding upward over the stocking tops. I felt my legs being tugged apart: one by Dave, one by Arthur. In an eyeblink, they had draped my legs over theirs so that I was almost spreadeagled beneath the tablecloth.

Neither the movement of the waiters nor the other patrons seemed to deter the men. They touched me in every manner conceivable until I had a shuddering orgasm. I remained in that position throughout the meal, the men occasionally reaching to stroke me again and again. When we finished the dinner and got the check (no tip this time thank god), we left the restaurant and Dave whispered into my ear "Take him to your room and leave my door open. Let him do whatever he wants."

Once again in the elevator, I cleared my throat hesitantly and playing my role, said "I'm in 1704. Please come join me." "Alright," Arthur replied with a smile, "I will." Dave got off one floor below and we proceeded to my room.

Once inside, I unobtrusively checked the connecting door to make sure it was open, then turned to Arthur and smiled. Without a word I dropped to my knees, opened and lowered his pants and shorts, and proceeded to lick and suck him. He was smaller than I was used to, but I made every effort to give as much pleasure as possible. And it didn't take long with my talented throat and lips.

With no warning at all, I felt him swell and begin to spurt into my mouth.

The sheer volume of fluid overflowed my gulping throat and ran down my face.

"I am certainly glad my company decided to give our business to your firm," Arthur said as he fixed his clothing. "I think we'll have a very profitable future ahead." I knelt before him and smiled as he said goodbye and departed. Immediately, the door to Dave's room swung open and he entered. "Very, very nice you sweet little whore, now I want you to come over here." he said as he opened his robe and sat in the chair. Without hesitation, I knelt before my second man in minutes and began to suck his cock using my come sticky mouth like the company whore that I was.

"Yes," he said as he reached for the phone and began dialing, "you are going to be an excellent corporate asset."

"Who are you calling?" I asked between licks. "Just get back to work, slut, I want to come," he said. "Hello? Robert? Dave here.

Listen, it's early and I want to know if you are still interested in our thank you gift. Yes. Of course, of course!! Room 1704.

That's her?s. Okay. Bye!" He hummed softly to himself as I continued my ministrations until he finally pulled my head away from his cock. "Well, there's no time right now, we'll have to continue later," he said as he stood and left the room.

He returned in a moment carrying a brown valise. He pulled some items from the bag, placing them around the bed. "Come over here," he said.

Quickly I found myself handcuffed and tied so that my ankles and hands were attached to each other. My position left me no choice but to lay on the bed with my knees widely spread, my arms trapped at my sides. "You'll like Robert," he said with a smile. "He'll be here in a moment." And he again left the room.

The man I assumed was Robert entered the room and grinned at me. Without saying a word, he disrobed and my eyes widened as I realized he was the owner of one of the largest cocks I had ever imagined. He walked to the side of the bed and carelessly rubbed the head against my face until I began to stretch my neck towards it in hopes of sucking him. He allowed me to lick the head, but I was unable to take more than a few inches of it into my mouth. He stepped back and inspected me with approval. Finally, he climbed onto my restrained body and placed the head against the opening.

pussy. "Oh God," I murmured, "Please. I want it so bad.

Please fuck me!"

With a grunt he leaned harder until the head finally slipped within me. Stroke after stroke followed, my orgasms crashed against and over my body. Deeper and deeper his cock slid in until, at last, I knew he was completely engulfed inside me. He was a slow, steady cocksman - he withdrew almost completely and again slid it home. I was delirious with pleasure and he fucked me like he meant it.

My hips bucked and strained to take more and more of him. I wanted it all, wanted him as badly as anyone I'd ever fucked.

As his excitement rose, he began to pound into me harder and harder as I moaned until I felt him begin to grow as he sprayed my cunny with come. Then he pulled out and directed his stream on my tits. Spurt after spurt fell on me and I tried to capture some in my mouth.

Still not saying a word, he dressed and left the room.

Dave reentered and released my restraints, telling me to bathe and change into something else. Numbly I complied, relishing the warmth of the fragrant waters of the tub. I exited, dried and selected my new attire. A soft cotton skirt with pleats complimented the blouse of white silk. I wore no brassiere, but hooked my stockings to a white garter belt and placed a different pair of spiked shoes on my feet. I twirled before the mirror, realizing that the skirt lifted completely to my waist as I did.

We left the room together and went to the hospitality suite. There they found several men lounging around talking and watching the hotel television. Dave seemed to know everyone present, I even recognized some names from times they had called the office. My knees shook from the fucking I had just received, but I never left Dave's side. He seemed to be talking almost everyone - a word here, a smile there. After an hour of socializing, he turned to me and said "There is a bedroom through those doors. Go in. Someone will join you in a moment."

With trepidation I complied, not knowing exactly what to expect. Within minutes, a man came in to find me sitting on the edge of the bed. Wasting no time, he pulled his medium sized dick from his pants and stepped towards me. I knew what was expected without having to be told. His cock slipped past my lips and my tongue went to work on him. He lasted only a few seconds before splashing my throat with juice. As he opened the door, a second man entered. "No blowjob, slut, I want to fuck you," he said as he approached and began to squeeze and touch my breasts.

Obediently, I reclined and the man climbed between my waiting thighs. His cock was also of average length and, after Robert's monster, I was readily able to take him deeply into my pussy. He pounded me for several minutes and spurted violently.

He rose and before I was able to even move, another man took his place. I hadn't even seen him open the door! As he stroked within me, I was flabbergasted to realize someone else was standing beside the bed! I reached and drew his dick into my mouth. Orgasm after orgasm took me - I lost all track of time. When the cocks finally stopped being shoved in me or towards me several hours had passed, I was naked except for stockings, garter and shoes, and I was covered in a tremendous amount of come.

Dave came to collect me and help me to my feet.

"How ... how many?" I gasped at Dave.

He laughed, helping me into my clothing, "I think there were 10, but I know for a fact that several came back for a second chance." "TEN!" I asked shakily, "what have you done?" "I've done exactly what I intended with my fantasy," he replied, "I've turned you into a most wonderful whore!"

I was dismissed from the job four weeks later with a huge bonus.

The girl I had replaced was returning and as much as Dave wanted to he couldn't keep me. He was married, and I was not into that scene, so I left.

He made me promise to come see him when he called, but as soon as I got home I packed and split to my parents home for a month. I was satisfied. I had my adventure, made money, and could tell my friends I was a fine piece of corporate asset.