The Birth of a Whore 6

The mobile phone rings. I glanced at the screen. The boss.

— Slut, I expect you in the office in an hour. Remember the dress code.

Well, if it's 'slut' and 'dress code,' there aren't many options.

Fishnet stockings, with a supportive garter belt. Over the garter straps—a thong. Easier to remove without taking off the stockings. A bra? Probably not, going without one today. A skirt made of elastic eco-leather. Of course, a mini, tightly hugging the hips. The garter straps are visible. So what. That's even better. A red blouse made of artificial silk with an appetizing neckline and tight in all the right places. Nipples are clearly visible under the thin fabric, and when walking, my breasts sway enticingly,

unsupported by a bra. Right. No chains or pendants. They might accidentally tear them off. Only large hoop earrings. Now, makeup. Nothing too complicated, they won't appreciate it anyway. The main thing is to make it brighter and use extra-durable cosmetics. Thicker eyeliner, denser eyeshadow, mascara, bright red glossy lipstick. A bit of perfume with aphrodisiacs. And shoes. High heels, of course. Nothing else was even considered.

I entered the office, clicking my high heels. I smiled, remembering how the taxi driver had stared at me, especially when I deliberately sat in the most seductive pose.

— What a bitchy slut I am," I suddenly thought to myself. I had deliberately teased the taxi driver, simultaneously winding myself up before the "meeting" with the boss. I walked through the office, surprised that it was almost empty. And the workday wasn't even over yet. Well, for me, it seemed, it was just beginning. I entered the reception area, threw my coat and purse onto a chair.

Not daring to enter, she took her phone and typed a message

— Boss, I'm in the reception.

An immediate reply came

— Come in, slut.

I opened the door and entered, deliberately swaying my hips.

Besides the boss, two other men were sitting in the office. "Quite interesting men," I thought. Both in expensive suits, middle-aged, in the prime of life, as they say. For some reason, I mentally named them "Smith and Brown," like in some movie.

— You called for me, boss?" she asked, approaching the desk.

— And here's our Angela. We were just talking about her.

— Yes, the external data is impressive," said one of the guests.

— Angelochka, demonstrate your talents to our guests.

I approached "Smith" and knelt before him.

— Are you interested in my talents? You can see for yourself. Don't be shy. I am at your complete disposal.

I pressed my breasts against him and clung to him in a passionate kiss. Meanwhile, my hands slipped under his jacket.

His hand immediately found my thigh, moving under the hem of the short skirt.

But I had already turned to "Brown," sitting on the other side of the desk.

— Don't you want to join in?

Leaning across the desk, I took his tie and pulled him towards me. Another passionate kiss. This time, the man's hand went into the neckline of my blouse, and his fingers stroked my breast and caressed my hardened nipples. Meanwhile, Smith spanked my ass, hiked up my skirt, and slid his hand between my legs, finding my moistened slit.

I moaned, closing my eyes.

Immediately, the skirt was pulled up even higher, and the narrow strip of the thong was pushed aside, clearing the way to the most intimate part. And immediately, something hard pressed against my juice-dripping slit. "What else could it be but a hard cock," I thought, feeling the tense flesh penetrate my yielding depths. A moan of pleasure escaped me. And apparently, this served as a kind of signal for "Brown." Because soon I felt the head of a second cock on my lips. I immediately opened my mouth, taking the excited organ into it. They took me from both sides, like a real slut. "Smith" fucked me from behind, grabbing my hips and stiffly pulling me onto his dick. "Brown," however, decided to have my mouth, and inserting his cock, tried to push it as deep as possible, pressing the head against my throat and trying to bury it to its full length. And then they pulled my hips a bit more actively, and soon I was impaled on Smith's cock, who was sitting in the chair. I ended up as if riding him on his lap. Brown's cock, which had briefly left my mouth, soon returned there. I actively began to bounce on the hefty dick, simultaneously moving my head.

— Oh yeeees, bitch," growled one of the guests. Someone's hands groped my tits, bouncing in time with the thrusts. At first, they kneaded my tits through the fabric of the blouse, fortunately, the lack of a bra allowed it. Then they unbuttoned the blouse, gaining access to the hot body. Meanwhile, Brown took me by the hair, forcing me to swallow the cock deeper. A wave of orgasm washed over me, but the guests continued to fuck. And soon we moved to the sofa, standing right there in the office. On the way, they tore off my blouse, pulled down my skirt and panties. I was left in stockings and shoes. First, they switched places. Brown took me from behind, and Smith tried my mouth. Then Brown lay down on the sofa, and I was again in the rider position, but this time Smith positioned himself behind, and the head of his heated cock pressed against my ass. Pressure. And parting the sphincter, the cock was inside. I moaned and squealed as they methodically impaled me on their cocks. I had already come several times when finally, a portion of warm semen gushed into my ass, after which Smith left the hospitable hole. Brown, however, put me on all fours again and began to impale me quite roughly, grabbing my hips; my tits swayed with each thrust. Then he abruptly pulled out, turned me to face him, brought his cock to my lips, but before I could open my mouth, a fountain of semen hit my face.

— Yes, I must admit, the result exceeded expectations," said "Smith," shamelessly looking me over, practically completely naked. We will consider your proposals, but we may need to have another negotiation in a more private, that is, more suitable setting.