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A Corporate Asset Humiliation, Gangbang

A Corporate Asset.
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 dr*ped 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.




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