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As she left her house to take her daughters to school and then to work the Little Princess was stopped as she reversed off the drive of her nice little house. It was a company van driven by the same engineer that had installed the security system who greeted her with a smile. “Mr Whitehall wants some improvements made to your system Mrs Kane it will take us a few hours but you can leave us here and we will lock up and bring you the keys when we are through.” Hesitantly she handed him the key telling him not to make a mess and carried on her journey.
Toby Whitehall arrived at the office at ten and went straight to his office calling her in almost straight away. “Julie” he told her “I want you to call on all the heads of departments including the Works Manager and tell them I want all the staff regardless of what they are doing to be assembled in the whorehouse at 3 PM. Then I want you to ring anybody who is on the late shift and get them in here as well, when that is done come back to me, OK.”
It took an hour to do as instructed it would have been less but she was being asked questions she didn’t know the answer to finding who was on the late shift wasn’t easy either but somehow she managed it and was back in Toby Whitehall’s office just before noon.
Looking up at her from behind his desk he gestured for her to stand in front of his desk and again without speaking with a flick of his hand for her to lift her skirt. Complying and with her legs the customary shoulder width apart she bunched up the skirt of the dress she was wearing and lifted it up to display herself eyes cast to the floor as she did so. “That dress is too long either don’t wear it again or have it shortened take six inches off it. I want you to go shopping (handing her an envelope) buy a shorter skirt leather if you can find one and a see-through blouse and either get some holds-ups or buy some stockings and suspenders and be back her wearing them no later than 2.15, OK?” again she nodded her understanding and left his office.
The Little Princess was a size 6 and she was not finding it easy to get a short leather skirt in her size the blouse was not difficult other than the fact she had to buy a size 8. Then it hit her the c***dren’s department and her instinct proved right she didn’t find a leather skirt but she did find a leather look sized for a 14 year-old it was really short but it fitted the Little Princess. Then back to the ground floor a pair of black hold-ups and off to work to change. At 2.15 the newly attired PA walked back into Toby Whitehall’s office as she was told to wearing a c***d’s skirt barely long enough to cover her stocking tops and a white blouse that was so transparent her small breasts and tiny nipples could be seen if you chose to look for them.
Glancing up once more from behind his desk he again gestured for her to stand in front of his desk followed by the now familiar hand gesture she raised her skirt this time with a certain amount of difficulty due to the fact it was sized for a teenager. Toby Whitehall got up from behind his desk walked behind her and after feeling her breasts through the white blouse then he put his hand on her back and pushed her forward. Resting her forearms on the desk she clapped her hands tightly together in trepidation of what was about to happen. Would he fuck her, bugger her or beat her or all three?
The tell tale sound of his zip being brought down told her that at the least it was going to be one of the two first choices. She was wrong it was going to be both first her favourite hole now referred to as her “twat” no foreplay no words just the familiar kicking of her legs further apart and his fingers opening her up and his not unimpressive cock. First in her twat then her arse the latter just too soon for her liking until he gripped her hips pulling her towards him pushing his cock deeper in to her as he came inside her. The only word he spoke to her was “Leave” as he zipped himself up, it was the only thing he’d said to her pulling the skirt back down she did taking herself off to the toilets to wipe his cum from herself and the back of her skirt.
At 3 PM she was stood next to Toby Whitehall on the walkway around the large warehouse the metal rails was all that stood between the people on the upper level and falling over. It didn’t however; stop the people on the ground floor looking up the Little Princess skirt trying in vain as she was aware of the fact and stood behind Toby Whitehall just in case. The Chairman and CEO stood at the rail asking for quiet which he got. The work force listened intensely as Toby Whitehall told them that times had changed and that technology had also changed and several rival companies had fallen by the wayside. The people listening to him expected to hear that theirs was going to be one of those companies.
You could have heard a pin drop until Toby Whitehall announced that their company was moving forward and that they had just bought their largest rivals who had just gone into liquidation. This meant that their workload had doubled overnight and that the building they were standing in was just too small as was the work force. To that there was a simple answer first of all the company would have built a larger factory on land opposite the currant and then with more recruits go on and on to better things. A massive cheer went around the building which got even louder when Toby Whitehall announced that each employee would get a full months wages as a bonus and with that he pushed the Little Princess forward giving the men below a great view of what was or wasn’t under her skirt, she blushed as she realised what they could see, not sure if she liked that or not one way or another she didn’t move.
After feeding her daughters the Little Princess sat watching TV in her dressing gown being careful to change out of her leather-look skirt and blouse. On the way home from work she’d taken the cotton dress she’d been wearing to be shortened and would collect it at the weekend. As she sat and watched the TV she was hoping that Dan would ring her, he didn’t and so she sent him a text message to which he failed to reply. In the end she rang him only to get no response feeling disappointed she took herself off to bed telling herself that she was too tired to be bothered with Dan.
Laying awake in the bedroom she discovered she was more tired than she thought. In a semi sleep half way between awake and asleep the Little Princess was brought back to awake when her phone made the irritating little sound it did when she received a text message. Irritated thinking it was Dan she decided to ignore her husband only for the phone to ring now very annoyed she answered it without looking at the number calling her. If she had she’d have seen it was Toby Whitehall and not Dan Kane her nice husband. “Why did you not answer my message?” after explaining she thought it would be her husband the tone of his voice changed to a less aggressive tone. “Get out from under that duvet and go to your wardrobe there’s a little gift in the bottom of it for you put the phone on speaker.”
Doing as she was told it suddenly dawned on her that he was able to see her as he’d been able to the night before. At the same time it also occurred to her that she was wearing a five year-old faded pink nylon nightie once again she found herself not knowing if that was good thing or a back one. In the bottom of her wardrobe she found a box opening it she found a black plastic vibrator with a gold tip which accounted for 50% of its foot long length. As she looked at her new toy she noticed another little something at the bottom of the box, it was a data stick she picked it up and stood up and faced the corner of the room she knew the camera was placed and without being told removed the nightie and stood there naked head bowed vibrator in hand.
Toby Whitehall’s spoke a single word to her “perform” and with that she got onto the bed as she’d done the night before spread her legs raised her knees opened them giving the camera a first rate view of her twat a word she hated but now had to use. When she introduced the gold tip of the vibrator to her outer lips they were already wet although a lot smaller than the huge rubber dildo, still in her bedside cabinet it was still more than life sized however; her state of arousal helped lubricate her and it eased inside her. Her “performance” lasted three-quarters of an hour and having found that if you turned it a at the “blunt end” it sprang into life. Not once or twice the Little Princess came biting her lip not to wake her sleeping daughters. “I am glad to say that the improvements I made to your security system has much improved view get some sleep you have a busy day tomorrow be in my office at 8 AM wear your hair in a ponytail.”
Telling her daughters they had to make their own way to school she got to the office at 7.45 went straight to the ladies and changed into one of her oldest daughters skirts and shock horror it fitted and as she was taller than her Mother on the Little Princess it wasn’t as short as it was on the schoolgirl. At 8 AM hair in a ponytail and just wearing shoes, a short skirt and silk blouse she’d bought as a Christmas present for her own mother but as it was semi-transparent she thought she’d keep it, the Little Princess was stood eyes cast down feet shoulder width apart at Toby Whitehall’s desk, how in a short period of time things had changed.
Toby Whitehall walked into his office at 9 AM finding her stood there as in some state of peace the truth was that she was tired having not slept for two nights running. As the door slammed it woke her from her state of tranquillity to one of alarm as she realised he wasn’t alone. “Bend over the desk” Toby Whitehall ordered her and with just the slightest hesitation she did as she’d had done the afternoon before. “Did you bring the memory stick with you slut” as he asked this he was lifting her skirt up around her waist, she answered him “Yes Sir it’s in my bag.” With a clear suggestion of irritation he snapped at her “Well go and get it slut.” As she left the desk she glanced at the other man in the room he was much, much older she didn’t know him that was about to change.
On returning to the office she handed to stick to Toby Whitehall who walked to his desk put the stick into his PC and turned the monitor so she and his guest could see it then after a couple more clicks of the mouse she was watching “her website” or the threatened site. Once again she was commanded to “bend” and once more she complied putting her face just two feet away from the monitor. On it she could see herself performing with the large rubber dildo and hear herself confessing to being a slut her face distorted as she reach her orgasm. She looked in horror as she saw herself stood next Toby Whitehall on the warehouse walkway her stocking tops and shaven twat clearly visible.
As she watched herself she glanced briefly at Toby Whitehall who was sat in his leather chair eyes fixed on her face he didn’t blink and she looked down only for him to bark at her “Watch the monitor slut.” Feeling confused and vulnerable she watched herself being buggered by Toby Whitehall the changes in what she was wearing told her she’d been filmed several times. Then she was aware that the other man in the room who she momentarily forgotten was stood behind her she instinctively glanced behind one again her employer shouted at her to “Watch the monitor slut.”
Just as Toby Whitehall was in the habit of doing whoever this man was kicked her feet wider apart then just as the man she now addressed as “Sir” did he lifted her skirt up over her waist and her years told her he’d unzipped himself. Feeling for her twat with one hand and with a grunt he pushed himself into her no finesse at all and for the first time he spoke. “You like that don’t you slut?” she didn’t know if she liked it or not and so confused she didn’t answer, which was a mistake. She didn’t know what was the more shocking the pain or the sound it made when her right buttock and he slapped it hard. Again he demanded of her this time louder and more aggressively “You like that don’t you slut?” this time she knew she had to answer but just as she was about to tell him no she didn’t, he slapped her again this time even harder. “You like that don’t you slut?” this time she quickly answered “Yes Sir, Yes Sir.”
The man impaled inside her banged his cock hard into her demanding of her “You’re a slut aren’t you” gasping for breath she nodded her head confirming to him what she was and just about managed to say “Yes Sir” before the third slap arrived even harder and louder than the first two. His hand moved one to the space between her shoulders and the other gripping her ponytail wrapping around his hand he made a fist and pulled it back bringing her head up to the monitor and the camera built into it.
“Say it slut tell me what you are, tell me what a slut you are say it bitch” and say it she did “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut Sir” as he fucked her harder he didn’t have to ask her to say a word because yes she did like it. She liked to cock fucking her she liked the hair pulling and her body betrayed her as she knew her orgasm was starting to build. “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut Sir, fuck me “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut Sir I love it fuck me Sir I’m a slut, fuck me please I’m a slut.”
Then as suddenly as it started it stopped and at first she thought he’d cum again she was wrong. Stepping back from her still holding her ponytail he spat on the crack of her arse not once but three times then using his cock he guided the spit down to her arse hole ordering her to “Spread those are cheeks you fucking slut, now.” With him stopping her from falling forward she was able to reach her buttocks and pull them open. “You want it up your arse don’t you slut?” he demanded she didn’t she wanted it back in her twat but her backside still stung so she told him “Yes Sir I want tit in my arse Sir.” Up her arse it duly went but not without a struggle she was tight my god was she tight and even with her cheeks spread it was difficult for him.
“Fucking hell this is the tightest arse my cocks ever got inside fucking hell you said this slut was tight but shit man.” Slowly and painfully for her he began to fuck her and as his rhythm increased so did the Little Princess’s pain and the sounds she was making showed just that. For the first time since she started to get fucked Toby Whitehall spoke just on word but to both of them “Monitor” and with a jerk of her ponytail the man now ramming into arse brought her head up once more and she saw herself back her face contorted as she was fucked.
Whoever this man was he wasn’t interested him her sexual satisfaction only his own and her pain from his cock only increased his pleasure. “Slut” he shouted at her “you’re a fucking slut say it bitch. Through the pain and gasping for breath she managed to get out the words. “I’m a fucking slut Sir” just before his hand once more slapped down on her left cheeks making her involuntarily move to avoid a fifth hard slap. This only managed to anger him even more and pulling at her hair he slapped her twice more each harder than the last. “Say it and keep saying it until I cum you useless fucking slut stop and I will punish you got it?” Tears now forming in her eyes the Little Princess began to say the words he wanted to hear anything not to be hurt like that again and over and over she told him “I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir.”
He didn’t hot her again and he didn’t cum for some time either his energy fortified by Viagra the little blue tablet. What did give up on his was his stamina and no matter what she said or did he could not cum but he did stop releasing her hair from his grip. Too exhausted to move the Little Princess stayed in position panting for breath. Toby Whitehall moved behind her and slipped his own cock into her twat gripping her by the hips as he did. Ten minutes later she was on her knees cleaning both their cocks in her moth first one then the other. The so far unnamed man dragged her to her feet once again took hold of her ponytail drew her head back and slapped her hard across the face and spat straight in her mouth and over her face, “Thank me you fucking slut.” Stopping herself from reaching up and wiping her face she managed to speak the words “Thank you Sir.” It was 11.30 Am.
As he escorted his guest out of the office Toby Whitehall turned to her and instructed her to “Bend” and exhausted and sore as she was she got back into the position staring at the monitor and seeing her own face looking back at her distorted as some man she didn’t know and who had never met buggered her as she screamed at him that she was in fact a slut. The slut in the monitor had tears running down her face as did the same slut who was bent over watching it.
On his return Toby Whitehall told her to “Take off that blouse and your shoes slut” she complied standing eyes cast down now totally naked. “You wiped the spit off your face?” she had done and told him “Yes Sir.” He clearly wasn’t happy “In future you slut if that happens or people cum on you, you will not wipe anything until you are told to do you understand cum spit or anything else slut do you understand?” She had in front of her a clear indication of the consequences of not understanding as the monitor showed her still being buggered by the stranger. “Yes Sir I understand, sorry Sir it won’t happen again.”
Toby Whitehall ran his hands over every inch of her ordering her to stand legs apart head straight and with her hands on the back of her head telling that if given the command to “stand” this was the way to comply to which she told him “Yes Sir.” Her face and buttocks bore the hand prints left by the slap she’d received she was sore, had a headache and her make-up was ruined from the tears. Pinching each of her nipples one after the other he wanted to know her cup size and on hearing she was an “A” cup he wasn’t too impressed. “I am going to have to do something about that” he told her “maybe implants or perhaps have the nipples pierced what do you think about that slut?”
She didn’t think about it at all as it was hard to take it all in as she thought the business man fingered her twat. “I think I will be lucky” she told him “if my husband doesn’t see the marks on my face and backside I’m sure he’d notice bigger tits or piercings.” As she spoke she totted as he now had three fingers inside her. “Kneel” he command and she got on her knees and took out his now cock and took him as he expected in her mouth. “I don’t think you will have any marks by the weekend and don’t worry about the tits whatever I decide I will make him think it was his idea and anyway he’s a little busy right now.” The as she worked on his cock once again she had her hair gripped and pulled until he pulled out of her mouth and came on her face, leaving her naked and on her knees he went back behind his desk and started work. An hour later she was told to “bend” and as before she bent over the impressive desk. “I want you to go home, shower and leave the shower door and curtains open. Do something about your make-up and be hack her for 2.30 you have another guest to entertain” adding “Put some stockings on and don’t be late slut.”
Toby Whitehall arrived at the office at ten and went straight to his office calling her in almost straight away. “Julie” he told her “I want you to call on all the heads of departments including the Works Manager and tell them I want all the staff regardless of what they are doing to be assembled in the whorehouse at 3 PM. Then I want you to ring anybody who is on the late shift and get them in here as well, when that is done come back to me, OK.”
It took an hour to do as instructed it would have been less but she was being asked questions she didn’t know the answer to finding who was on the late shift wasn’t easy either but somehow she managed it and was back in Toby Whitehall’s office just before noon.
Looking up at her from behind his desk he gestured for her to stand in front of his desk and again without speaking with a flick of his hand for her to lift her skirt. Complying and with her legs the customary shoulder width apart she bunched up the skirt of the dress she was wearing and lifted it up to display herself eyes cast to the floor as she did so. “That dress is too long either don’t wear it again or have it shortened take six inches off it. I want you to go shopping (handing her an envelope) buy a shorter skirt leather if you can find one and a see-through blouse and either get some holds-ups or buy some stockings and suspenders and be back her wearing them no later than 2.15, OK?” again she nodded her understanding and left his office.
The Little Princess was a size 6 and she was not finding it easy to get a short leather skirt in her size the blouse was not difficult other than the fact she had to buy a size 8. Then it hit her the c***dren’s department and her instinct proved right she didn’t find a leather skirt but she did find a leather look sized for a 14 year-old it was really short but it fitted the Little Princess. Then back to the ground floor a pair of black hold-ups and off to work to change. At 2.15 the newly attired PA walked back into Toby Whitehall’s office as she was told to wearing a c***d’s skirt barely long enough to cover her stocking tops and a white blouse that was so transparent her small breasts and tiny nipples could be seen if you chose to look for them.
Glancing up once more from behind his desk he again gestured for her to stand in front of his desk followed by the now familiar hand gesture she raised her skirt this time with a certain amount of difficulty due to the fact it was sized for a teenager. Toby Whitehall got up from behind his desk walked behind her and after feeling her breasts through the white blouse then he put his hand on her back and pushed her forward. Resting her forearms on the desk she clapped her hands tightly together in trepidation of what was about to happen. Would he fuck her, bugger her or beat her or all three?
The tell tale sound of his zip being brought down told her that at the least it was going to be one of the two first choices. She was wrong it was going to be both first her favourite hole now referred to as her “twat” no foreplay no words just the familiar kicking of her legs further apart and his fingers opening her up and his not unimpressive cock. First in her twat then her arse the latter just too soon for her liking until he gripped her hips pulling her towards him pushing his cock deeper in to her as he came inside her. The only word he spoke to her was “Leave” as he zipped himself up, it was the only thing he’d said to her pulling the skirt back down she did taking herself off to the toilets to wipe his cum from herself and the back of her skirt.
At 3 PM she was stood next to Toby Whitehall on the walkway around the large warehouse the metal rails was all that stood between the people on the upper level and falling over. It didn’t however; stop the people on the ground floor looking up the Little Princess skirt trying in vain as she was aware of the fact and stood behind Toby Whitehall just in case. The Chairman and CEO stood at the rail asking for quiet which he got. The work force listened intensely as Toby Whitehall told them that times had changed and that technology had also changed and several rival companies had fallen by the wayside. The people listening to him expected to hear that theirs was going to be one of those companies.
You could have heard a pin drop until Toby Whitehall announced that their company was moving forward and that they had just bought their largest rivals who had just gone into liquidation. This meant that their workload had doubled overnight and that the building they were standing in was just too small as was the work force. To that there was a simple answer first of all the company would have built a larger factory on land opposite the currant and then with more recruits go on and on to better things. A massive cheer went around the building which got even louder when Toby Whitehall announced that each employee would get a full months wages as a bonus and with that he pushed the Little Princess forward giving the men below a great view of what was or wasn’t under her skirt, she blushed as she realised what they could see, not sure if she liked that or not one way or another she didn’t move.
After feeding her daughters the Little Princess sat watching TV in her dressing gown being careful to change out of her leather-look skirt and blouse. On the way home from work she’d taken the cotton dress she’d been wearing to be shortened and would collect it at the weekend. As she sat and watched the TV she was hoping that Dan would ring her, he didn’t and so she sent him a text message to which he failed to reply. In the end she rang him only to get no response feeling disappointed she took herself off to bed telling herself that she was too tired to be bothered with Dan.
Laying awake in the bedroom she discovered she was more tired than she thought. In a semi sleep half way between awake and asleep the Little Princess was brought back to awake when her phone made the irritating little sound it did when she received a text message. Irritated thinking it was Dan she decided to ignore her husband only for the phone to ring now very annoyed she answered it without looking at the number calling her. If she had she’d have seen it was Toby Whitehall and not Dan Kane her nice husband. “Why did you not answer my message?” after explaining she thought it would be her husband the tone of his voice changed to a less aggressive tone. “Get out from under that duvet and go to your wardrobe there’s a little gift in the bottom of it for you put the phone on speaker.”
Doing as she was told it suddenly dawned on her that he was able to see her as he’d been able to the night before. At the same time it also occurred to her that she was wearing a five year-old faded pink nylon nightie once again she found herself not knowing if that was good thing or a back one. In the bottom of her wardrobe she found a box opening it she found a black plastic vibrator with a gold tip which accounted for 50% of its foot long length. As she looked at her new toy she noticed another little something at the bottom of the box, it was a data stick she picked it up and stood up and faced the corner of the room she knew the camera was placed and without being told removed the nightie and stood there naked head bowed vibrator in hand.
Toby Whitehall’s spoke a single word to her “perform” and with that she got onto the bed as she’d done the night before spread her legs raised her knees opened them giving the camera a first rate view of her twat a word she hated but now had to use. When she introduced the gold tip of the vibrator to her outer lips they were already wet although a lot smaller than the huge rubber dildo, still in her bedside cabinet it was still more than life sized however; her state of arousal helped lubricate her and it eased inside her. Her “performance” lasted three-quarters of an hour and having found that if you turned it a at the “blunt end” it sprang into life. Not once or twice the Little Princess came biting her lip not to wake her sleeping daughters. “I am glad to say that the improvements I made to your security system has much improved view get some sleep you have a busy day tomorrow be in my office at 8 AM wear your hair in a ponytail.”
Telling her daughters they had to make their own way to school she got to the office at 7.45 went straight to the ladies and changed into one of her oldest daughters skirts and shock horror it fitted and as she was taller than her Mother on the Little Princess it wasn’t as short as it was on the schoolgirl. At 8 AM hair in a ponytail and just wearing shoes, a short skirt and silk blouse she’d bought as a Christmas present for her own mother but as it was semi-transparent she thought she’d keep it, the Little Princess was stood eyes cast down feet shoulder width apart at Toby Whitehall’s desk, how in a short period of time things had changed.
Toby Whitehall walked into his office at 9 AM finding her stood there as in some state of peace the truth was that she was tired having not slept for two nights running. As the door slammed it woke her from her state of tranquillity to one of alarm as she realised he wasn’t alone. “Bend over the desk” Toby Whitehall ordered her and with just the slightest hesitation she did as she’d had done the afternoon before. “Did you bring the memory stick with you slut” as he asked this he was lifting her skirt up around her waist, she answered him “Yes Sir it’s in my bag.” With a clear suggestion of irritation he snapped at her “Well go and get it slut.” As she left the desk she glanced at the other man in the room he was much, much older she didn’t know him that was about to change.
On returning to the office she handed to stick to Toby Whitehall who walked to his desk put the stick into his PC and turned the monitor so she and his guest could see it then after a couple more clicks of the mouse she was watching “her website” or the threatened site. Once again she was commanded to “bend” and once more she complied putting her face just two feet away from the monitor. On it she could see herself performing with the large rubber dildo and hear herself confessing to being a slut her face distorted as she reach her orgasm. She looked in horror as she saw herself stood next Toby Whitehall on the warehouse walkway her stocking tops and shaven twat clearly visible.
As she watched herself she glanced briefly at Toby Whitehall who was sat in his leather chair eyes fixed on her face he didn’t blink and she looked down only for him to bark at her “Watch the monitor slut.” Feeling confused and vulnerable she watched herself being buggered by Toby Whitehall the changes in what she was wearing told her she’d been filmed several times. Then she was aware that the other man in the room who she momentarily forgotten was stood behind her she instinctively glanced behind one again her employer shouted at her to “Watch the monitor slut.”
Just as Toby Whitehall was in the habit of doing whoever this man was kicked her feet wider apart then just as the man she now addressed as “Sir” did he lifted her skirt up over her waist and her years told her he’d unzipped himself. Feeling for her twat with one hand and with a grunt he pushed himself into her no finesse at all and for the first time he spoke. “You like that don’t you slut?” she didn’t know if she liked it or not and so confused she didn’t answer, which was a mistake. She didn’t know what was the more shocking the pain or the sound it made when her right buttock and he slapped it hard. Again he demanded of her this time louder and more aggressively “You like that don’t you slut?” this time she knew she had to answer but just as she was about to tell him no she didn’t, he slapped her again this time even harder. “You like that don’t you slut?” this time she quickly answered “Yes Sir, Yes Sir.”
The man impaled inside her banged his cock hard into her demanding of her “You’re a slut aren’t you” gasping for breath she nodded her head confirming to him what she was and just about managed to say “Yes Sir” before the third slap arrived even harder and louder than the first two. His hand moved one to the space between her shoulders and the other gripping her ponytail wrapping around his hand he made a fist and pulled it back bringing her head up to the monitor and the camera built into it.
“Say it slut tell me what you are, tell me what a slut you are say it bitch” and say it she did “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut Sir” as he fucked her harder he didn’t have to ask her to say a word because yes she did like it. She liked to cock fucking her she liked the hair pulling and her body betrayed her as she knew her orgasm was starting to build. “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut Sir, fuck me “I’m a slut Sir, I’m a slut Sir I love it fuck me Sir I’m a slut, fuck me please I’m a slut.”
Then as suddenly as it started it stopped and at first she thought he’d cum again she was wrong. Stepping back from her still holding her ponytail he spat on the crack of her arse not once but three times then using his cock he guided the spit down to her arse hole ordering her to “Spread those are cheeks you fucking slut, now.” With him stopping her from falling forward she was able to reach her buttocks and pull them open. “You want it up your arse don’t you slut?” he demanded she didn’t she wanted it back in her twat but her backside still stung so she told him “Yes Sir I want tit in my arse Sir.” Up her arse it duly went but not without a struggle she was tight my god was she tight and even with her cheeks spread it was difficult for him.
“Fucking hell this is the tightest arse my cocks ever got inside fucking hell you said this slut was tight but shit man.” Slowly and painfully for her he began to fuck her and as his rhythm increased so did the Little Princess’s pain and the sounds she was making showed just that. For the first time since she started to get fucked Toby Whitehall spoke just on word but to both of them “Monitor” and with a jerk of her ponytail the man now ramming into arse brought her head up once more and she saw herself back her face contorted as she was fucked.
Whoever this man was he wasn’t interested him her sexual satisfaction only his own and her pain from his cock only increased his pleasure. “Slut” he shouted at her “you’re a fucking slut say it bitch. Through the pain and gasping for breath she managed to get out the words. “I’m a fucking slut Sir” just before his hand once more slapped down on her left cheeks making her involuntarily move to avoid a fifth hard slap. This only managed to anger him even more and pulling at her hair he slapped her twice more each harder than the last. “Say it and keep saying it until I cum you useless fucking slut stop and I will punish you got it?” Tears now forming in her eyes the Little Princess began to say the words he wanted to hear anything not to be hurt like that again and over and over she told him “I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir, I’m a fucking slut Sir.”
He didn’t hot her again and he didn’t cum for some time either his energy fortified by Viagra the little blue tablet. What did give up on his was his stamina and no matter what she said or did he could not cum but he did stop releasing her hair from his grip. Too exhausted to move the Little Princess stayed in position panting for breath. Toby Whitehall moved behind her and slipped his own cock into her twat gripping her by the hips as he did. Ten minutes later she was on her knees cleaning both their cocks in her moth first one then the other. The so far unnamed man dragged her to her feet once again took hold of her ponytail drew her head back and slapped her hard across the face and spat straight in her mouth and over her face, “Thank me you fucking slut.” Stopping herself from reaching up and wiping her face she managed to speak the words “Thank you Sir.” It was 11.30 Am.
As he escorted his guest out of the office Toby Whitehall turned to her and instructed her to “Bend” and exhausted and sore as she was she got back into the position staring at the monitor and seeing her own face looking back at her distorted as some man she didn’t know and who had never met buggered her as she screamed at him that she was in fact a slut. The slut in the monitor had tears running down her face as did the same slut who was bent over watching it.
On his return Toby Whitehall told her to “Take off that blouse and your shoes slut” she complied standing eyes cast down now totally naked. “You wiped the spit off your face?” she had done and told him “Yes Sir.” He clearly wasn’t happy “In future you slut if that happens or people cum on you, you will not wipe anything until you are told to do you understand cum spit or anything else slut do you understand?” She had in front of her a clear indication of the consequences of not understanding as the monitor showed her still being buggered by the stranger. “Yes Sir I understand, sorry Sir it won’t happen again.”
Toby Whitehall ran his hands over every inch of her ordering her to stand legs apart head straight and with her hands on the back of her head telling that if given the command to “stand” this was the way to comply to which she told him “Yes Sir.” Her face and buttocks bore the hand prints left by the slap she’d received she was sore, had a headache and her make-up was ruined from the tears. Pinching each of her nipples one after the other he wanted to know her cup size and on hearing she was an “A” cup he wasn’t too impressed. “I am going to have to do something about that” he told her “maybe implants or perhaps have the nipples pierced what do you think about that slut?”
She didn’t think about it at all as it was hard to take it all in as she thought the business man fingered her twat. “I think I will be lucky” she told him “if my husband doesn’t see the marks on my face and backside I’m sure he’d notice bigger tits or piercings.” As she spoke she totted as he now had three fingers inside her. “Kneel” he command and she got on her knees and took out his now cock and took him as he expected in her mouth. “I don’t think you will have any marks by the weekend and don’t worry about the tits whatever I decide I will make him think it was his idea and anyway he’s a little busy right now.” The as she worked on his cock once again she had her hair gripped and pulled until he pulled out of her mouth and came on her face, leaving her naked and on her knees he went back behind his desk and started work. An hour later she was told to “bend” and as before she bent over the impressive desk. “I want you to go home, shower and leave the shower door and curtains open. Do something about your make-up and be hack her for 2.30 you have another guest to entertain” adding “Put some stockings on and don’t be late slut.”
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