How I Became A Corporate Whore (FINAL PART Part 3) [MF]

You can read Part 1 here:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jml30l/chronicles_of_a_corporate_whore_part_1/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jml30l/chronicles_of_a_corporate_whore_part_1/)

You can read Part 2 here:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jsdt9f/how_i_became_a_corporate_whore_part_2_mf/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jsdt9f/how_i_became_a_corporate_whore_part_2_mf/)

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After the events in Part 2 of the series, where I was deepthroated and had his cum splattered all over my face, I immersed myself in work, spending very little time with my family. I couldn’t bear to look at my husband or my daughter. I could see his accusatory gaze following me every time I looked in their eyes. I could see my husband fuming at what I have done and my daughter turning away from me disappointed at me. And I cried. Every night after my husband has gone off to sleep, I’d go to the washroom and cry.

After a few tear-soaked nights of my trysts of emancipation, I realized that I had crossed the threshold of no-return. And that there was no point of crying over spilled milk. Both figuratively and the one he spilled on my face. I had willingly, explicitly agreed to sleep with my boss and I had already sucked him off. There was no question of going back now. I had chosen the road of darkness and desires, and I had abandoned light. I could now only keep walking into the darkness until it becomes me. Until the sweetness and tenderness of my smile gets replaced with lust-filled wetness of a wanton woman’s whorish smile before she licks her lips, inviting men into her bed.

That week my boss called me to discuss some sensitive information regarding our ongoing project with a rather difficult client, and he told me because his wife and his family would be around to celebrate Dusshera (Indian festival), we would discuss it somewhere less noisy. And so he booked two hotel room in the other end of the city. And I knew how sensitive an information we were talking about. On the day of the trip, instead of the office documents and files, I carried two pair of sexy lingerie, a bottle of lube and few condoms. I knew how intense the discussion would be, and I had to be prepared even if he wasn’t.

My husband usually drops me off at work and then he drops off our daughter. That was our usual schedule. And I didn’t want to change it. I’d go to the office, spend some time there, and then go out in the pretext of a client meeting to the hotel. So, when my husband stopped the car outside my office building, I told my husband that I’ve a lot of work and that and wouldn’t be home that night. I’d be sleeping in the office. And I felt guilty and terrified at the same time. I half expected him to shout and yell at me and tell me that he knows what is up. But he leant in and kissed me. He then told me he loves me, and said that he will pick our daughter from class and that I shouldn’t worry about other things and should focus on the ‘important work’ at hand. My heart sank. I with my head hung low, ashamed at what I would be doing less than an hour from now for a man who has had his eyes on my body the moment I walked in the office, and now I’ll be walking right into his hotel room and onto his lap. It was at the precise moment that I felt the weight of my wedding ring and my wedding necklace. I kissed my daughter, making sure not to look into her eyes. She was young, but she would have figured out momma wasn’t alright. So, I immediately walked out and didn’t look back as I normally do. I couldn’t. I knew my daughter would sense momma wasn’t the sweet woman she had known, that momma has turned dark. That momma was now going to spread her legs to make her future bright.

In less than an hour, I was in a plush hotel, my boss had reserved a room for us to discuss. I walked in the room. He was smartly dressed. In his formals. There were a few beads of sweat on my face and my neck even though the whole hotel was air conditioned and it was a cold day. He welcomed me in and he offered me to sit on the bed while he sat on the chair and pulled a table between us and began to discuss about the project. He opened his briefcase and and produced documents and files pertaining to it and we began to discuss the case. After an hour, I began to suspect my own sanity. The whole night I had been having nightmares of how he would ravish me, and I had prepared myself that no matter what happens I will stick to my end of the word.

After about an hour and a half of discussion, curiosity got the better of me, and I asked him what is happening. He smiled at me slyly.

“Why, did you have something else in your mind?” He asked. I kept quiet. Blood rushing to my cheeks. He asked me to get my file out to make some corrections and when I hesitated he asked me to open my briefcase. With a click, condoms, lube and sexy lingerie popped out, and I saw a grin appear on his face. He seemed to have made a wager with his self in what I’d be carrying when asked to come to a hotel room for discussion. Clearly, he knew I was his protege. The slut he had been looking for.

Shrugging, he gave me his file and asked me to read it and said not to stop until I have read the whole file. It was 15 page long. He sat beside me, close enough to smell his aftershave. I continued to read as he held my shoulder and kissed my neck, his tongue trailing along my conch shaped neck. I bit my lips. And then he whispered: “is this what you you were expecting to happen?” I kept quiet, my eyes focused on the contents in the file. He kissed again on my neck, lightly keeping in mind that I wouldn’t want any hickeys on my body. His hands reached over my boobs over my shirt and began to knead them gently and repeated the question again. I kept quiet. He then grabbed my boobs without warning and began to squeeze it roughly. I yelped. It hurt. He repeated the question once more and I said yes. Satisfied, he smiled. He asked me to not to turn my attention from the file until I’ve read it all. I complied. But what I didn’t know was that the man was truly a devil. And he was only getting started with me.

He unbuttoned my shirt and unhooked my bra in a single swift move and revealed my topless body. He marvelled at me for a few seconds before latching his lips onto my boobs and began to suck on it eagerly while letting his hands explore my naked body. Fire began to arise from between my legs. His tongue began to lap on my nipples teasing me, pushing me farther away from reality, from my marriage…my marriage…oh, my marriage…my mind immediately went back to how my husband would use his tongue on my nipples and how he would make me moan by just focusing on my nipples. My eyes glazed over. The contents of the file was blurred. I was still on page 2. And my boss increased his pressure on my nipple while his hands slithered into my pants and was already stoking the heat between my thighs. I gasped. I bit my lips to stop my moans. He removed my pants and slid his finger into my moist pussy. And I all lost all self control, and I moaned. The way I moaned when my husband when he fingered me.

“Focus on the file.” He said.

I sat on the bed naked wearing nothing but my signs of marriage and my stray ways. He spread my legs farther until I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my legs spread wide while I tried to read a stupid document. He began to rub my clit and then in a span of a few minutes I felt a strong surge of orgasm build me in me. I still tried to retain my focus on the file, but I clearly couldn’t read it. I was now simply leafing through the pages eager to get it over with. Without a warning, he pushed two of his fingers inside my pussy and began to finger me furiously. My heart raced. Lust dripped down from my pussy, slathering his fingers. Subconsciously I held his hand as I moaned. I don’t when or how, but when I came to my senses, I had my hand on his crotch. My pussy was leaking. I fingered through the file quickly and I turned to my boss.

“Done?” I nodded, frustrated that he would tease me so much and still keep playing games with me. I just wanted him to fuck me and get over with it. His two fingers still inside me, he began to ask me specifics from the document. He forced me to think while submitting myself to my lust. I kept quiet. I couldn’t think. All I could think was to fuck. To have him fuck me right then and there. I didn’t think of my marriage, or my husband, or my daughter. Only the pleasure of the flesh. Even the weight of my wedding ring and wedding necklace seemed too less on my body. And in what seemed like an eternity I came, my pussy creaming on his fingers. A giant orgasm exploding from within me. I gasped and panted and I clung to him.

The next instant he was on top of me, his mouth found mine and we kissed. This time I was too eager to taste him, my tongue darting out to his mouth and my lips sucking his. In a flash his cloths came off and I let my hands trace all over his naked body, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the little fat on his sides, the gentle fuzz on his chest. Before I could return the favour by sucking him, he spread my legs and went down on me, and I saw heaven.

I moaned and I screamed; I gasped and I panted; and I came. For the second time. And when I asked to return the favour, again he refused. He instead got between my legs, wore a condom, and looked right into my eyes. I was still reeling from my second orgasm in the short span I was there. There I was my legs widespread in spread-eagle position with a man who is more than 20 years older than me, while a few kilometers away, my husband was doing his research(he was doing his PhD) and my daughter was in her school. My boss asked me again some particulars from the file. I told him I do not remember anything.

“Why? Didn’t you read? What’s on your mind.” I kept quiet. He asked again. And I said ‘sex’.

In a clean stroke, he entered me, the tightness of my pussy gripping him like vice. I gasped. ‘Fuck’ I whimpered. The thought of having another cock other my husband’s made my eyes well and the cock in my pussy made my pussy well up too.

“Never forget your file again.” He said he penetrated me deeper, until he sunk his cock deep in my womb. ‘Fuck’ I gasped again, as I felt his thickness overpowering my senses.

“Do not let sex be the only thing on your mind. Know why you’re here. Know what you do. Never forget that.” The bastard had doled out my life altering advice while he made his first thrust into my pussy. It was poetically beautiful. Making me break my wedding vow and giving me the advice to be the corporate whore almost at the same time. And he jackhammered me as I was reduced to a putty in his hands. I moaned and I gasped and I screamed and I panted. I clutched him tightly, clawed at him and kissed him deeply. I repeated the word ‘fuck’ and the phrase ‘fuck me’ almost as if it was a mantra, and he kept pistoning in and out of my dripping pussy as orgasms washed over me one after the other.

The rest of the day was a blur of action: getting on top of him and riding him, getting on all my fours and having him fuck me from behind as I moaned and gasped, and getting between his legs to suck him off enthusiastically and with the elan. In a few hours, I had made the transition from being the woman who stood on the transit to being a slut to an actual slut.

After hours of intense exertions, I went to the washroom and looked at myself. My face was lathered with spit and cum and my hair was dishevelled. The only thing that gleamed was my wedding ring and my wedding necklace. A tear welled up in my eye, but soon enough, in a few minutes I was again moaning and screaming as a fifty year old man taught me the ways of a whore.

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