“Yes Sir, the boys have noticed and are now pointing it out to the two girls,” she replied in a whisper. “The girls are nowughing and I can hear them calling me a slut. Please Sir, can I close my legs now?” she pleaded in embarrassment.
“Not yet slut. Let these young men and women see what a proper little whore you are. I bet your cunt is getting wet right now, isn’t it?” I asked. “Maybe you’d like it if I had you walk over and offer yourself to them to be their little ything. Hmm? Would you like that whore?” I asked. I knew my running monologue was having an effect on her as I could hear her breathing quickening.
After a minute had finally passed, I informed Tina that she could close her legs and turn around to eat her lunch. By then all of the teenagers wereughing quite loudly, and words like ‘slut’ and ‘skank’ could be heard over the din of the food court.
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In the weeks that followed, her work days were filled with simr events. She was still masturbating twice a day in the public washroom and had now graduated to wearing the butt plug every day from 10am until her second orgasm at 2pm. I’d also throw in the asional shing at the food court, varying the recipients of her charms from male office workers much older than she was to gaggles of giggling female students and everything in between. On the weekends that she came home, Tina was kept naked and cored for most of it. It was on one of these weekends that I finally broke Tina’s anal cherry. For this asion I used the video camera and again positioned it so that she was staring into the lens as I invaded her anal cavity. I made her describe to the camera in detail what I was doing and how it was making her feel. When we finally both came, the camera captured her most powerful orgasm yet. That same weekend, I took back Tina’s butt plug and gave her a new one, which measured 2″ across at the fattest part.
Some days after this, Tina admitted to me one evening, during one of our routine phone calls, that her new lifestyle was helping her cope with the pressures and stress of her new job. She found herself looking forward to each day as she was never sure what I would have in store for her.
It was during one of these evening phone calls that Tina informed me of news she had received that day at work. She had received word that a manager from one of the district sub-offices was off on sick leave indeterminately, and that head office wanted Tina to fill in as manager of that office as well. This meant she would be required to fly into thismunity twice a month to take care of business there for several days at a time. Though she epted the extra work withoutint, I could tell the prospect of the added stress was not sitting well with her.
It was on her first trip there that she had an unexpected meeting one day at the local mall. She ran into an old friend of hers, Debbie, who we had met years ago while studying at the same university. They had been best friends back then, but after graduation, and several transferster, they had lost touch with each other. Now reunited, they talked like old hens for hours each evening, catching each other up on their lives.
Debbie is very simr to my wife in that she is also a very strong willed and independent woman. She is several inches taller than Tina and has long curly dark brown hair with dark hazel eyes to match. Her figure is shapely with breasts slightly smaller than Tina’s, and an ass that can turn heads. My wife revealedter to me, that her friend Debbie had bought a house there several years ago after securing an administrative position with the local hospital. She indicated that Debbie had offered to let Tina stay at the house each time she went down for business, rather than staying in a hotel.
Having an old friend there to stay with each time helped Tina with the transition and the extra work. In no time at all, the two of them were best of friends again, and they would asionally get drunk on several bottles of wine some evenings. It was during one of these drunken times, my wifeter confided, that the conversation eventually turned to sex. As is always the case; lips get loosened whenever alcohol is applied. Debbie ended up confiding to Tina, that she hadn’t had sex in over a year. As theymiserated over that for a bit and more wine was drunk, my wife inadvertently let slip during the conversation that I had written several sex stories a while ago.
By this point the girls were so drunk that they were practically falling down and giggling at everything. When Debbie expressed curiosity to read the stories, it never even urred to Tina to say no. She promptly stumbled over to herptop and quickly navigated to the site where the stories had been uploaded. Pulling up the first one entitled “My Pet Teacher”, Tina passed theptop to Debbie.
As Debbie read through the story, she’d asionally mutter an “oh my God” or a “holy shit”, but never stopped reading until she was finished. When she finally looked up from theputer, after several more sses of wine, she asked Tina if there were any more. Tina then pulled up the next two stories “The Humiliation of my Wife” and “Owning my Best Friend’s Mom” and once again passed theputer back to Debbie. Once Debbie had finished reading thest story “The Making of an Office Slut”, the conversation remained firmly rooted around sex. Debbie admitted to my wife that she found herself turned on by the contents of the stories. Later, the two of them also admitted to each other that neither of them had been with another woman but that they wouldn’t be opposed to trying it. The conversation continued to go downhill from there untilte in the evening, the decision was made to finally call it a night and head to bed.
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I’m sure both of them just chalked the conversation up to the drunken ramblings of two best friends, but upon hearing the story several dayster, I began to have other ideas. Not wanting to let my wife in on my thoughts, for fear she might say no, I kept things to myself, and never discussed the matter with her again, as I began to n on how to bring my ideas to fruition.