I kept thinking about the office and how nice it would be to have and train a little slave slut there. I imagine telling you to meet me after hours wearing your prettiest dress. A little black something with your tits popping out of the top. You wouldn’t need to know why or what you’ll be doing because you’ve been training for this, to serve your Master and not think… Doing whatever it is you’re told. So when you show up to the address, you see a nice restaurant with a doorman who bolsters your confidence in your outfit. As you enter, the lights are dim and the smell of cigar smoke lingers in the air. A slightly effeminate man greets you at the door, and when you tell him who you were there to meet, he nods and looks at you with a hint of snoody jealousy across his face.
He shows you into a room off to the side of the bar where there’s eight or so men dressed in three-piece suits, having a heated discussion about numbers too big for you to care about. When you come in you find my face around the table. I’ve seen you already and I have a slight smile on my lips. I stand and walk over, putting my hand on the small of your back and pushing you into the light at the front of the table. “Gentlemen, let me introduce you to Cici. She’s here to make sure everyone leaves happy.”
You give a nervous hello to the group and as they look around at each other slightly puzzled, I whisper into your ear, “Now show them your new tits, then get on your knees and make Mr. Smith there cum.” I nod to one of the older men sitting directly across from where I was. The group gets quiet as you pull out your perky new breasts and even quieter as you get to the floor and crawl towards Mr. Smith. I turn my back and call for the slight maitre’d and tell him, “We’d like another round, and I’d like you to bring them. Nobody else needs to disturb us.” He nods his head slightly, eyeing you as you disappear underneath a table, then turns and leaves the room.
Over the next couple of hours, I watch with satisfaction as you pull, suck, and fuck every cock in that meeting. You’re told not to swallow anyone’s cum or let them finish inside of your pussy; you have to wear it on your body. Then I continue the meeting, jumping right back to where we were before you arrived. Unsurprisingly, as each man emptied his balls on you, they became much more cooperative, seeing a great many things from my point of view before the agreement was done.
The last junior exec was a well hung man who seemed not to have emptied himself for some time. As you sat on his lap, legs straddling his body, your cute little c-cups bouncing in his face, you played with his hair and ground your hips over him, again and again. It was obvious you were enjoying the feeling of his veiny cock filling up your cunt. As he began to tell you he was about to cum, you jumped off of his lap and pushed your tits together in front of his lap, “Please give it to me… please!” you begged. He didn’t disappoint and unloaded his huge, rock hard cock onto your face and across your eye. I wrap up the meeting, thanking them all for coming around to my way of thinking. “I knew we could find our way to all being happy about this.”
As they walk out of the room barely acknowledging the slut who had just worked so hard for their cum, the maitre’d brings in a few warm, damp towels on a silver tray. I nod to him and tell you to clean yourself up. As you do, I slide my jacket off, stretch my shoulders, finish off my Makers on the rocks, and ever so slightly loosen my tie. When you turn back towards me, I walk up to you and put one hand on the small of your back, pulling you close so I can feel your used, filthy body against my suit. Small spots of dried cum still dot your hairline and your dress. I lean in so you can feel my stubbled cheek, my warm breath against your soft cheek, “You did well tonight. I’m proud of the slut you’re becoming. From now on, you’re going to swallow every drop of my cum and wear every other man’s on your body. Do you understand?” Then I run my fingers through your long hair and tug, watching you bite your lip in pain and reminding you whose cock you serve as I push you down onto your knees for at least one more time tonight.
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