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The Professional
By Jungle Jane
It all started at work. After several frustrating months, I
was finally able to find a job doing computer graphics at a
small local firm. The pay wasn't real great, but it was a
place to start. There were also some benefits included that
I had really been looking for, most importantly, a very
flexible schedule. It didn't really matter when I did my
forty hours, as long as I did them. As I said, it was a
small firm, with only about a dozen people working there,
including the owner and the office manager. Predictably, I
ran afoul of the office manager early on, and had a hard
time repairing the damage I did to myself with a few errant
comments about muscle heads where he could hear me on only
the second day.
You see, Vince was a barrel-chested, bull-necked, football-
is-life macho man of the old school. He wasn't much of an
office manager, but he was the owner's son. In fact, the
extent of his intelligence was limited to the names of the
most important manly muscles, and how best to develop them.
The day after I started, I made a comment to the
receptionist about some people not being able to
distinguish between brains and biceps. Before I had even
finished my statement, I saw Vince walk around the corner.
The look in his eyes told me that I had just erred in a
major way. Remarkably, he didn't fire me, he simply told me
to get back to my desk and get some work done. For the next
two weeks, I worked my ass off until, little by little,
Vince finally allowed the comment to fade from his mind,
and work seemed to be going pretty well.
Although no one could make any sense out of the way I ran
my schedule, which was erratic at best, I managed to put in
my forty hours in each week. The truth was that my schedule
was dictated by the Internet. I would spend hours in chat
rooms, posing as a woman, having cyber-sex with guys I had
met there, I would arrange my schedule so that I could chat
with some guys that I knew pretty well, who would only be
online at certain times. I had fantasy lovers all over the
world, and none of them knew that I was really a guy. I
never considered myself to be gay, it was just a way to get
some kicks, and it went well with my cross-dressing.
Actually, my life was finally going pretty well. I was able
to indulge in my dressing, I got to chat with guys who
didn't know I was male, and I had a damn good job that
allowed for both. I was happy with my life, so of course,
things began to change.
One day, I had been chatting with a guy named Joe, when I
had been on-line longer than I had wanted to. I hastily cut
short our cyber-sex, and quickly changed for work. I was in
a hurry, so I took a few shortcuts. I didn't bother to
change my underwear, I just through a pair of slacks over
my silk and lace French-cut panties, grabbed an oxford, and
ran out the door. When I got to work, I turned on my
computers and went to take a shit while they booted up.
Some time later, I was finishing up a flyer for a high
dollar account, when Vince walked in. It was getting late,
and most of the other people in the office had already left
for the day. Vince is usually the first to leave, so I was
surprised to see him.
"How's that layout coming?" He asked.
"It's pretty well done," I told him, "I just want to play
around with the colors some. I want to see if I can get it
to look better."
"That's good," He said. "I have a question to ask you, that
may seem pretty weird, but just give me a straight answer,
okay?"
I was more than a little confused. "Sure, I guess that's
all right."
"Are you wearing ladies underwear?"
I was caught. I didn't know how, but somehow, Vince had
caught on to my secret. I'm sure that my face had that deer
in the headlights look as I stammered, "I don't know what
you mean."
"I mean, are you wearing boxers or panties. There's no need
to answer really, I already know. I walked into the men's
room earlier, and I just happened to notice the pink
panties under the stall door. I waited where I could see
who it was, and you walked out. I just wanted to confirm
what I saw."
"Well, yes, I am wearing ladies panties. Is it a problem?"
Vince had a strange look on his face when he answered.
"It's not really a problem yet, but I suspect that it could
prove to be a problem if the word gets out. It would really
be a shame if your promising career was cut short on
account of something like this."
"You're not going to tell anyone are you? Look, it's just a
pair of underwear, it's no big deal, okay."
"Oh, I won't tell anyone, at least not as long as you do
what I tell you to."
"Just what did you have in mind?"
"Well, for starters, you can run home, on the clock, and
grab you some more of your ladies clothes. Then you could
come back and put them on. I think I'd like to see how you
look all dressed up."
"I don't..."
"Don't give me that crap Craymer. I know you have more, so
just do it. If you don't, then maybe you need to go buy you
some. I'll expect you back here in about an hour." With
that, Vince walked out of my office.
I was stunned. I didn't know what to do. I tried to think
of some way that I could worm my way out of this one, but
somehow I knew that no matter what I said, Vince's version
of the story would prevail. I was numb all over as I walked
out to the car and drove home. I thought about not going
back. I would just quit and go and find another job and
that would be the end of my problems with Vince. Of course,
if I did that, any potential employer would want to talk to
my former employer, and I knew I could count of Vince to
convince them that I wasn't worth hiring. Then there was
the fact that it had taken me six months to land this job,
there was no telling how long it would take to find
another. I didn't know what Vince had in mind, but whatever
it was, I was stuck with it.
When I got home, I couldn't decide what to wear. There was
no way I was going to take any of my favorite things. They
were just too slutty, and would give Vince the idea that I
liked what he was doing. I finally settled on a knee-
length, maroon skirt and a white blouse. I also grabbed
some hose, my maroon heals, and a bra. I put everything in
a hanging bag, grabbed my make-up case, and headed back to
work. When I got to the office, Vince was waiting for me.
"Come with me," he said, and led me to the bathroom.
Handing me a razor and, pointing to the shower, he said,
"The first thing I want you to do is to take a shower, and
shave any hair you have on your legs and under your arms. I
want there to be no mistakes about what you're supposed to
be."
Vince leaned against the sink and watched as I turned on
the water and got undressed. When I pulled my panties off,
Vince began to laugh.
"What the hell is that?" He said as he walked toward me
again. When he was near me, he used his finger to flick my
dick. "It's no wonder you wear women's clothes, you little
sissy shit. That thing isn't good for much of anything
except for hiding."
He then shoved me in the shower, "get busy sissy."
I tried to hang some anger on his comments, but I couldn't.
He was right. Maybe an inch when limp, my dick couldn't
reach four full inches when fully erect.
"When you're done, get dressed and come to my office."
Vince then left the room, and I began to cry as I shaved my
legs.
When I turned off the water and got out of the shower, I
found that Vince had taken my men's clothes and my make-up
bag. Hesitantly, I dressed, left the men's room, and walked
toward Vince's office. As soon as I walked in, Vince took a
picture of me.
"Just some insurance," he told me.
He told me that he approved of my apparel then handed me my
make-up case and a mirror, and told me to get busy. Over
the years, I had gotten pretty good with putting on make-
up, but I had never done it when anyone else was around.
With trembling hands, I began applying my make-up as Vince
took occasional pictures. After the make-up, I styled my
hair as best as I could without a curling iron or blow
dryer. When I had finished, the results weren't too bad,
but I had done better. During the entire time, Vince had
sat behind his desk, watching with interest and taking
pictures, but otherwise, had not moved. He now told me to
come around the desk so that he could get a real good look
at me.
When I came around the corner of his desk, Vince turned and
I saw that he had been sitting there with his pants off. He
then grabbed me roughly by the arm, and pulled down to the
floor, where I found myself with my face staring at his
cock. My only thought at that point was he's going to rape
me. I had often fantasized about situations like this. In
fact, some of my favorite fantasies involved me in this
very same position, with me dressed as a woman, on my knees
in front of a man with a very large dick. And Vince was
indeed very well endowed. Now that I found myself in this
position for real, I didn't find it to be so exciting, just
frightening.
"You want to be a woman?" Vince asked, "Well I'm about to
show what it really means to be a woman you ignorant sissy-
bitch." With that, he grabbed my head and shoved my face
into his groin.
With my faced buried in his crotch, I could feel Vince's
half-erect cock pressing against my cheek, and I began to
cry. "Please," I begged him, "this isn't want I wanted.
It's just something I do. That's all."
"Shut the fuck up, queer." He snapped at me, and he shoved
his dick into my mouth.
At first, I just knelt there, crying, with Vince's dick in
my mouth, and I started to gag at the pressure it applied
to the back of my throat.
Vince then grabbed me roughly by the hair, and whispered
menacingly, "You better get to sucking Craymer, and if you
throw up on me you won't be real happy with my reaction."
I was terrified, and did as I was told. I began to suck on
him and barely fought off the instinct to gag. In response,
Vince's cock began to swell even more, and pushed past my
mouth and began to penetrate my throat until I had
swallowed the entire thing, and his nuts were pressed
against my chin. Vince took a couple of more pictures of me
like that, then he stood, grabbed both sides of my head,
and began to fuck my face. This was nothing like my
fantasies. Instead of the sensual blow job I had
envisioned, my mouth was being rammed by long, quick, and
powerful thrusts. Vince rammed my mouth for what seemed
like hours until he stopped, only tell me he was about to
cum.
"...and you're going to swallow it all Craymer. If you
don't, it'll be a long time before you want to show your
face in public again. Understand?"
I could only grunt in acknowledgment, as he was fucking my
face, even harder and faster than before. Soon, his hips
began to jerk. He then pulled my face into his crotch so
hard that I couldn't breathe, as I felt his cum explode
against the back of my throat. He then pushed me away from
him, and I landed on my ass. Tears blurred my vision as he
looked down at me.
"Get back to your office sissy-boy, and get that account
finished. Oh, and don't even think about changing your
clothes, calling for help, or just disappearing. I promise,
it won't be pretty if you do."
There were two threats voiced in that statement. The first
was that not doing exactly as I was told would result in my
exposure. The second was a subtle, yet very real, promise
of physical violence. I returned to my office and finished
the account that I had been working on, as well as a couple
of smaller accounts that had been on the back burner
because of smaller dollar figures and indefinite deadlines.
All in all, I had a fairly productive evening, and by ten
o'clock, when I usually headed home, I had that satisfied
feeling of getting a lot done, and doing it well. I was
also greatly relieved that Vince had not stopped by my
office for more fun with humiliating me. I had half thought
that he may have gone home, and that I could now slip out
without being further molested. It was not, however, going
to work out that way.
I had just shut down my computers, and turned to the door,
when I saw Vince standing there. He had a look in his eyes
that told me quite plainly that, though my work was
through, I still had a long night ahead of me.
"I've decided that you're not enough of a man to refer to
as a sissy, and Paul certainly doesn't fit. I think that
Paula will work nicely though. So, Paula, what do you think
we should do to bring this rather remarkable day to an
end?"
I wanted to tell him that we should just go home, but I was
afraid. I knew that wouldn't go over well. "I... I don't
know."
"Well, I think I have an idea or two."
He then walked over, grabbed me roughly by the shoulders,
and forced me to the floor. Even though I had known it was
coming, the swiftness and force of his actions caught me
off guard. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself
on my knees in front of him as he dug his monster cock out
from his slacks. This time when he forcefully rammed his
dick in my mouth, I was more prepared for what was coming,
and more willing to accommodate him, if only to get this
entire day over with. As a result, I guess, I was less
frightened, and I actually enjoyed it a little. Vince was
not going to be satisfied with just face-fucking me again
though.
I was just beginning to get into the whole process, when
Vince suddenly pulled his dick from my mouth. Without a
word, he yanked me to my feet, turned me around, and
forcefully bent me over my desk. In a flash, I went from
timid acceptance of my situation, to stark terror. I didn't
have to read his mind to know what was coming. Vince then
slapped one hand over my mouth, and used the other to yank
my panties down and guide his cock up to my ass hole. When
he rammed his way in, I thought I was going to die from the
pain. It felt as though I was being ripped in two as he
forced inch after inch of his thick, swollen cock up my
virgin ass. The worst part was that there was no relenting.
No sooner had he forced himself entirely in, then he was
pulling out for another shot. Even though he had his hand
over my mouth, I'm sure that my screams could be heard
throughout the building, only there was no one there to
hear them. At long last, I felt Vince's hips begin to buck,
and it was almost with relief that I felt him shoot his
load deep within me. Vince then shoved himself back inside
his pants and walked away.
The only words he said to me as he walked out the door
were, "I sure hope you'll find something just as nice to
wear for me tomorrow."
When I got to work the next morning, there was no sign of
Vince. I felt a deep sense of relief that I wouldn't have
to face him right away. When I checked my e-mail, however,
I found a message from him. It told me in no uncertain
terms that I had better tow the line. Anytime I did
anything wrong, either professionally or otherwise, one
more person would find out about my secret. I felt a shiver
of fear crawl dine my spine. I checked the rest of my mail
and got to work. I tried to bury myself in my work, but the
thought of Vince, his promises, and the certainty that
tonight would be a repeat of last night dwelled in the back
of my mind.
I tried to keep my nose clean, but it didn't work. During
my break, I checked the want-ads for a new job, then left
the paper on my desk when I got back to work. It was
getting close to noon, and I was getting ready to leave for
the afternoon when Vince came in. I found that I couldn't
look him in the eyes as he asked me questions about various
things, and I spent a lot of time staring at the floor as I
answered him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pick
up the paper that was on my desk, and I was horrified to
remember that I had left it open to the page where I had
circled a number of ads. When I looked up at his face, he
was staring at me and shaking his head. He then quietly
left the office, taking the paper with him. As soon as he
was gone, I fled.
Realizing how limited my options were, I picked out some
clothes to take with me when I went back to work that
evening. When I got back to the office, Vince was, of
course, waiting for me. He handed me a bottle of hair
remover, and told me to make sure I got all the hair off my
body, except for the top of my head. I took a shower and
did as I was told. When I got out of the shower, I found
that, just like last night, my regular clothes were gone,
though my make-up case was still there. It was with mixed
emotions that I got dressed and made up. The ladies clothes
felt really good against my skin, but I hated the fact that
I was being forced to dress by Vince. When I got back to my
office, Vince was waiting for me, but he was not alone.
Sitting in one of the chairs was Tom Detmer, the sales
manager.
"So this is the real Paul Craymer, or should I say Paula?"
Vince didn't say a word, he just grabbed me by the arm, and
forced me to my knees if front of Tom. When I didn't do or
say anything for a while, Vince squeezed my arm, "Go ahead,
get it out for him, show him what a sissy whore you really
are, Paula."
With trembling hands and teary eyes, I reached up and began
to undo Tom's pant, and pull out his cock. I was both
horrified and, somehow, pleased to see that Tom was every
bit a large as Vince, if not larger. As I hesitantly leaned
forward to take him in my mouth, Tom grabbed my head and
shoved it down on his rock-hard dick. There was no urge to
gag this time, and I found that I was beginning to enjoy
myself as I sucked Tom's massive cock, despite the fact
that he was being no gentler with me than Vince had been.
Despite myself, I felt my own little dick begin to swell in
my panties.
I was really getting into it when Tom pulled my head up.
"Now it's time to fuck."
They pulled me to my feet, and Vince pulled my skirt up,
while Tom grabbed my panties and pulled them down. I was
then forced to turn around and sit on Tom's lap. I tried to
stop when I felt the tip of Tom's cock against the rim of
my ass, but he wasn't going to put up with that. With as
much force as he could gather, Tom forced me down on his
shaft. My ass was still sore from the night before, and
once again being forcibly raped didn't help any.
Surprisingly though, it didn't hurt as bad as it had
before, and once Tom got into a rhythm as he fucked me, the
pain began to subside, and once again I began to enjoy
myself. My dick, which had deflated from the pain from
Tom's initial penetration, began to swell again. Vince was
quick to notice this.
"I knew our little sissy-whore liked getting fucked, her
little clitty is all hard. I'll bet she wants to suck cock
some more as well."
With that, Vince grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face
into his crotch as he pulled out his cock. I didn't even
have time to object, even if I had thought to, before he
began feeding that monster down my throat.
I was being fucked brutally from both ends, but the pain
was gone, and despite my terror, the sensations of pleasure
I was feeling were almost unbearable. It wasn't long before
my body was wracked by the most powerful orgasm I had ever
experienced. Evidently, the anal contractions I experienced
then proved to be as much as Tom could take. Even as my cum
splashed all over my clothes, I felt Tom's cock erupt deep
inside my belly, bringing fresh waves of pleasure so that
my cock, rather than deflate, continued to bounce stiffly
as I sucked on Vince's cock even harder. Vince didn't last
much longer either. I soon felt his hips begin to jerk, but
rather than shoot his load down my throat, he pulled out
and jacked off until he had shot load after load all over
my face and blouse.
I collapsed on the floor, exhausted. When I looked up, both
Vince and Tom were standing over me with their cocks still
hanging out.
"It doesn't look like you're done yet, Paula, your little
clitty is still all swollen," Tom told me, "why don't you
go ahead and play with yourself so you can release all that
tension."
I didn't think, I just obeyed. As the two of them stood
there watching, I began to jack off. It didn't take long
before I came again, not as powerfully as before, but
satisfying all the same.
"Get back to work Paula," Vince said, "we'll come back and
play again later."
And the two of them left the office and laughed as they
walked up the hall. I went to the men's room to clean up as
much as possible, then fixed my clothes and went back to
work. I wasn't able to get much done, however, as both
Vince and Tom did come back and play some more; several
times each during the evening, and then again together just
before it was time to go home.
The next day was horrible. I was in constant fear that I
would do something wrong, and that another person would
discover my secret as a result. I also had these vivid
memories of the night before, which I found very
distracting. It didn't help any that both Vince and Tom
dropped by several times. It was almost as though they were
checking on me, hoping that I would do something wrong.
Given the state I was in, it didn't take long for me to
give them something to work with. Near the end of the
morning, one of the clients dropped by to check on the
progress of some work we were doing, and was rather upset
to find that I had been working on an outdated ad. Vince,
however, could barely contain himself... It was all I could
do not to cry right then and there.
Shortly after that, I went home for lunch, and I was so
strung out that I didn't even get on line. All I could do
was obsess over what was going to happen when I went back
that evening. When I did get back to the office, Vince, of
course, was waiting for me and led me to the lady's
bathroom.
"You'll need to use this one from now on Paula."
I was a nervous wreck as I took a quick shower, did my
hair, and put on my make-up. When I walked into my office,
it was all I could do not to cry. Not only were Vince and
Tom waiting for me, but so was Jacki, the accountant. I had
never had much to do with Jacki before; she had always made
it very clear that she didn't like men. Whenever I did have
to work with her, I found her to be very cold and
impersonal. She was, however, drop-dead gorgeous.
Vince spoke first. "Jacki, I would like for you to meet
Paula, our new office slut."
Jacki didn't say anything. I was trembling as she walked
toward me. There was a look in her eyes that told me quite
plainly that I wasn't going to enjoy what was coming, but
that she most definitely would. When she was standing next
to me, she just stared at me for a while. Then, without
warning, she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me to the
floor. I was in agony as she lifted her skirt, and pulled
my face into his panty less crotch.
"I hear you like to suck cock, Paula," she said, "well, a
real woman likes to eat pussy even more. So get busy,
Bitch."
I did as I was told. I had always been rather proud of my
ability to use my tongue to bring a woman to a climax, and
Paula responded as well as any other. I licked, I sucked,
and I munched, until Jacki was screaming with pleasure.
When the wave had finally passed her, she used her grip on
my hair to lift me back to my feet.
She then handed me a huge strap-on dildo, "Put it on me,
Bitch."
Knowing full well what she was going to do with it, I took
the dildo and bent down to strap it around her waist. She
then used her grip on my hair to bend me over a chair, and
used her other hand to lift my skirt and pull my panties
down. When Vince and Tom had fucked me, they had been
forceful but slow in their penetration. Jacki, however,
placed the tip of her dildo against my ass and rammed her
way in as hard and as fast as she could. I shot a load
almost immediately, as Jacki fucked me as hard and as fast
as she could. I was coming to accept the fact that I liked
being treated this way, and when
Vince stuck his cock in my mouth, I eagerly accepted it. I
learned that I missed the feel of a cock as it penetrated
my throat. Eventually, Jacki's furious pace brought her to
yet another climax, and she withdrew and collapsed in a
chair. Vince then pulled his cock from my mouth, and went
around to take her place, and Tom took over fucking my
mouth. My senses were overloaded. The overwhelming pleasure
of having Vince's cock penetrate the inner recesses of my
ass and the delicious pressure of Tom's shaft probing the
back of my throat soon sent me over the edge, and I came
long and hard. The contractions of my ass were evidently
enough to bring Vince to a powerful climax, and the sight
of him spasming fiercely seemed enough to push Tom over the
edge as well. There was a chain reaction of sexual climax,
which left all three of us gasping for air, but well
satisfied.
The remainder of the evening went pretty much like the one
before. I did try to get some work done, but wasn't able to
get very far as I was constantly interrupted by Vince, Tom,
and Jacki, and the evening ended with the tree of them
returning to gang bang me one last time. I knew that it
would happen eventually, I had just hoped that it would be
a while. The next morning, I was called into the owner's,
Ed, office to answer questions about why I hadn't seemed to
be able to get as much done recently as before. I
halfheartedly stammered out weak excuses and promised to
try to do better. It was no use though. Ed listened to my
stories, then told me to look at something on his computer
screen, which he swiveled around so that I could see. With
a click of his mouse, Ed began to play for me video clips
from a security camera in my office. These clips showed
quite plainly what I had been doing instead of working. He
then proceeded to tell me that, considering the
circumstances, he had decided to make some changes in my
employment status.
He was going to hire a new design person, whom I would
assist, and that from now on, I was to come to work dressed
as I was in the video, and fill the position of Office
Morale Booster (Office Slut). He also told me that if I
didn't like the idea that I could quit, but it would be a
long time before I found anyone willing to hire me. He then
sent me home to change.
So I now spend my days satisfying the sexual desires of the
office staff. It's an easy job, and quite satisfying as
well. It also pays better. I have also moved in with Vince,
who is still a macho pig, but one hell of a cocksman.
Mckenna
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