Office Slut. Part 1

My name is Svetlana, I’m 25 years old, tall, 173 cm, toned, firm C-grade breasts, slender legs from the ears, straight hair, dark chocolate color, green eyes, slightly plump, sensual lips. Not at all the appearance of a nerd and a person with honors, right? However, this is how it is. When I graduated from university, I was called “arrogant” and “touchy.”

My story began at the end of last year, 2014, when rumors about a crisis began to spread. I worked in a large bank, as the head of one of the investment departments. There was no doubt that the bank would survive the crisis. As well as at what cost

expenses will be reduced - by reducing salaries and layoffs of employees. It should be noted here that rarely does anyone end up in such organizations just like that - husbands, lovers, fathers, mothers and a whole list of good reasons stand behind almost every employee, especially those occupying even minor leadership positions.

In my case, a miracle happened or luck finally remembered me, but I got to work, one might say, from the street - straight from the university - the staff was expanding, one place remained vacant, the lowest and least paid position in the management, maybe none of the "thieves" wanted to take such a salary, maybe they needed a traction horse that would work for four, or maybe it was just my former boss who saw me potential, one way or another, I didn’t think about it for a long time and happily started working. The former boss turned out to be a good guy, they say “right” about such people, he saw that my work was just burning and tried to gradually promote me. So, after about two years I became the head of the department.

And then he himself was promoted. And the place was taken by Matvey Aleksandrovich - a young man of thirty, tall, emasculated, one thing is a pity - his appearance is like that of a handsome prince, which cannot be said about his character - domineering and petty, a lover of self-assertion, “putting in his place” his subordinates, not disdaining to get personal, a real energy vampire. In a word, “fun” days have begun for us. Then Matvey Aleksandrovich began to gradually fire employees he disliked, replacing them with his cronies. The matter came to me - he called me, as they say, to the carpet, saying that there were more suitable candidates for my place.

- You, Sveta, are, of course, a gifted girl, but I need something more. Come, comment on this diagram,” and lays out some sheets of paper on the table.

I walked up and stood next to him to get a better look, there were BDSM photos laid out on the table, and he was stroking my hand below my back. I couldn’t stand it and slapped him in the face with all my might and slapped him.

- Well, Svetka, you’re a fool! Consider the issue of your dismissal to be resolved; if you come to me to ask for a positive reference, I will characterize you, bitch, rest assured!

I ran out of the office. The next day, surprisingly, no one called me and everything was calm. A week has passed. As I learned from gossip, Matvey submitted a request for my dismissal due to inadequacy for my position, but my former supervisor, who was now Matvey’s immediate superior, rejected this request and said that he had no right to touch me.

Six months passed, I was working, Matvey found fault with little things, sprayed poison, forced me to stay overtime, but nothing more. A crisis has arrived. As everyone expected, staff reductions began. At first I felt quite confident, but when I found out that the former manager was transferred to another city, I realized that I would not stay here for long, and began sending out my resume to other large companies and banks. Refusals came from everywhere, although before that some of them themselves invited me to work with them. I understood that Matvey kept his word, and his characteristics about me were, to put it mildly, not flattering. And I desperately needed work - I had a half-paid mortgage on a luxury apartment in the center and a car loan. There was no need to work as an ordinary employee - I simply wouldn’t have enough to pay, my apartment and car would be taken away, I would be left alone in a strange city, without housing and means of subsistence. I continued to go to work and prayed that Matvey would not remember me. Not so. On the third day, the categorical “come in” sounded on the phone.

On the way to his office, I thought about what I should do. Of course, these were not my first thoughts on this topic. In the end, the decision was made - I’ll sleep with him, since he wants it so much. You’ll have to wait ten minutes, but you’ll finally fall behind, and perhaps even increase it. With these thoughts, I knocked on the door of his office.

— Is it possible?

- Come in.

No “take a seat,” okay, I’m standing. Matvey sorts through the papers, pretends that I’m not there, about ten minutes pass, I understand that he’s doing this on purpose. Finally he looks up at me.

- Take a seat, although the conversation will be short-lived, - and grins, - I’ll inform you, as expected, two weeks in advance about your layoff. You can be free.

I didn’t expect such a turn. I thought he would start pestering me again and all that. But, apparently, that time I greatly hurt his pride, so much so that he wants to humiliate me more than to sleep with me.

- Are you still here? You're disturbing me, I have a lot to do. You are free, I say. - And he smiles so sweetly.

- Matvey Alexandrovich

- M?.

— I’m such a good employee, responsible, efficient, my department always fulfills plans and even exceeds them from time to time, I ask you to give me a second chance.

- Sveta-Svetochka, a second chance is all baby talk, we’re not in a kindergarten and I’m not a teacher who’s going to spank you on the butt for an offense. As I said before, I have better candidates for your position. That's all, it's business.

- Well, if... I... if I agree... to your previous conditions...

- what are these conditions? Why are you playing riddles with me?

I am silent, not knowing how to say.

- I’m a busy person, Svetochka, it’s you who are now free as a bird,” and laughs, “don’t waste my time, there are plenty of companies that will gladly hire you, with such and such characteristics,” he laughs again, “what did you say?” Responsible and executive? Good luck!

I blush and squeeze out:

- I agree to sleep with you!

He ​​bursts into laughter:

- And you think having sex with you is worth the pleasure of throwing you out like a mongrel? You think I don’t know that you called all the companies and they all refused you - and all because, as I said, I gave you simply excellent recommendations, now not only will they not hire you as a boss, they won’t even let you into the door of decent companies!

Tears are in my eyes, but there is no way out, either the street, or this humiliation.

- Matvey Aleksandrovich, perhaps there are some options, any, with approximately my income preserved, - I switch to a whisper, bursting into tears, - I agree to everything, I simply have no choice...

- Any, you say? Stand up.

I get up, he examines me like a living exhibit, I know that I look sexy and there is a glimmer of hope - not all is lost! His lust will take its toll!

- Good, bitch.

I grit my teeth, because never in my life has anyone dared to treat me like that.

He ​​grins.

— In general, I have one option. But, as I said, just fucking you won’t give me any pleasure. I have five of these sluts per night. Still want to know what I have to offer you?

I answer silently moving my lips:

- Yes

- The bank is trying to get out of the crisis and I, as a person with creative and out-of-the-box thinking, was tasked with developing an action plan to increase income. My proposal is full-time elite whores, whom we will place under the clients' Wii Pi, guaranteeing full satisfaction of any of their needs, anonymity and access at any time, and they, in return, will attract investments in our bank. Now I’m looking for candidates; in terms of external parameters, you are quite suitable. I expect only one word in response - yes or no, any other sentence or question will be regarded by me as no. So if you want to clarify the details, then only after your yes. Well, your income will be left in the same amount.

I was simply in shock and could not even comprehend what was said. At the same time, I understood that there were no other options yet.

- Yes...

I was delirious, it seemed like all this was happening in a nightmare.

- That’s good. And now the second part of the interview. How many men have fucked you?

- What?

- Listen, Sveta, you’re either stupid or the whore is really as correct as you look. This is over. You just agreed to become a whore, they will fuck you as they want and wherever they want, and you shouldn’t irritate me, otherwise I might change my mind. And, you know, it irritates me when they don’t immediately do what I want! - he was simply delighted with this whole situation, he managed not only to humiliate me once in response to his insult, but actually to have me at his complete disposal and even with my voluntary consent, not even after I asked for it myself!

I'm waiting for the first and last time - how many - men - fucked you!!

- One

- You're lying

- No, no, really, just one, my ex-boyfriend, we broke up, I didn't have enough time for a relationship because of work - mascara spread across my face, I noticed black stains from tears on my blouse

- Hmm... I thought with an ass like yours, you should have more experience in such matters. Well, okay, let's see what you can do. Take off your clothes! - Matvey said, leaned back on the chair and clasped his hands behind his head.

With nervous movements, shaking from sobs that I couldn’t restrain, I began to unbutton my blouse, then my skirt, threw them on the floor, hesitated under his mocking gaze, took off my bra, restrained myself from covering my breasts with my hands, pulled down my stockings and panties, got tangled in them with my heel, and finally threw them away too. side.

- Yes... Climb onto the table, kneel down, with your back to me

A table for visitors was placed next to Matvey’s massive oak table, so that it formed the letter T. S climbed onto the table for visitors, stood up, as he said.

- Now rest your head on the table, slightly spread your buttocks with your hands.

I started to cry out loud, my hands were cowardly, but I knew that one disobedience and I would be on the street. Nothing further followed. I stood there and sobbed, so humiliated that I just wanted to die.

- I'll fuck you, yes, but I don't like the way you cry. You will stand there until you calm down, and then I will fuck you. But you have until five o’clock in the evening. If you don’t calm down by then, you can head off to a bright unemployed future. Understood?

— Yes,” I barely squeezed out.

- And also, address me as “master.” And it’s not difficult for you, and I’m pleased. Agreed? - and spanks me on the ass.

- Yes... - and I hastily add, - master. Matvey chuckles, I can’t calm my sobs. I understand that I have no more than an hour left, otherwise this whole humiliating circus would have been in vain. I'm trying my best to get my thoughts in order. After about fifteen minutes I begin to calm down. “This will be over soon, just be patient.” I hear Matvey opening a desk drawer and something hard presses against my ass.

— Bend over, spread your buns

I’ll do it. It feels like a pencil or a pen

- This makes you look more cheerful, otherwise I’m already bored waiting for you to stop howling

He does this on purpose, because he realized that I’m starting to calm down, a new wave of shame and disgust rolls up to my throat, I choke on my tears, a few tears roll down onto the table, but no more I'm crying.

I hear him get up, unbutton his pants

- move to the edge of the table without changing your position

I start to climb back, realizing how ridiculous I look

- answer me when I give you a task! “I obey, master”, “yes, master”, you’re a smart girl, use your imagination!

- yes, master

By this time I’m already at the edge of the table. Without further ado, he pushes his dick into me and begins to silently fuck. I can’t stand it and scream because my pussy is completely dry, it feels like I’m just being torn apart from the inside. Besides, he beats my ass mercilessly.

- like it, right?

I scream

- I don’t hear an answer, you scum! You should thank me that you won’t spend the night on the street in brothels!

- yes, master! Thank you, master!

- fucking bitch, litter, you will know your place, larva, in this life - pussy up, scum, pussy up! I'll teach you! Turn around!

I turn around, he opens my mouth, quickly sticks his penis in and cums, while painfully squeezing my nipples with his fingers.

- Swallow, larva, swallow everything

I gag, struggling with the gag reflex, but somehow I swallow everything.

Sticks out his dick, takes me by the chin, looks into my eyes, grins with that nasty grin of his.

— Did you like it?

- Yes, master.

- Look into your eyes!

I look into his eyes, my teeth chattering with anger and shame:

- Yes, master.

He ​​gives me a delicious slap in the face, so that my vision goes dark.

— I’m returning the debt. You can get dressed.

With shaking hands, I somehow pull on my clothes.

— And here’s another thing. For a VIP whore, you only have looks, no skills, and, I mean, problems with obedience may arise. So for now you will serve our employees. This is the second part of my anti-crisis plan. We reduce their salaries in exchange for such a slave girl. Naturally, general workers, office plankton and management personnel will have different bedding. You would be quite suitable for the bosses, but since you have a sin against me, you will have to work it off with the unskilled workers.

I realized that he had planned this from the very beginning, the whole plan was to lower me as low as possible, he had no thoughts about any sleek VIP clients - laborers, uncouth louts, without education, rude boors, dirty, stinking of sweat and fumes - loaders, cleaners...

- they will make a real whore out of you, you will still have fun... well, how do you like this chance? Are you excited? Oh, and I forgot to mention - our conversation today was recorded on video, so basically you have no choice anymore. I don’t hear words of gratitude for the brilliant prospects so generously provided by me.

- thank you... - barely a whisper.

- no, they don’t thank you like that, they thank you loudly and on your knees

I had no choice but to kneel down and thank.

- well done, bitch. You can be free until tomorrow.