A Descent into Debauchery

Room 1707

Here I am. I let a co-worker fuck my ass in the office and now my boss, Gordon, the fat maniac, is using me as a complimentary gift for his new clients. Five guys I just took a professional meeting with are waiting behind the hotel room door to ravage my body in celebration. It is better than being an intern though. I hope I enjoy it. Never done this kind of thing before, one of the guys, Dan, is black; that’d also be a first for me. I can hear someone opening the door. Gosh! I don’t feel ready at all.
About 3 months ago.
Having let Craig use me like a fuck-doll in the office I didn’t expect him to be a gentleman about it. I had thought he’d act normal, but when he walked into my office and asked me, “How does that ass feel?” I knew I had made a big mistake. Craig then told me that I had made an impression and that the boss, Gordon, wanted to see me in his office. I didn't know what to make of all of this. Gordon was a fat ugly pervert who I had caught ogling at me many times in meetings and around the office, but did Craig mean I had made an impression as a professional at the meeting or last evening as an obedient fuck toy?
I got up from my chair and gathered myself. I was sure Craig didn't rat me out to Gordon and this was going to be a professional meeting, although my mind was toying with the idea of it being a little more sinister than that and this was now getting me wet. As I walked out of my office I noticed again how the maintenance guys had screwed up my middle name on my office door. They spelt it ALIVIA MARIE ANDREWS instead of...ughh never mind. I made my way to the elevator and for the first time I pushed the button for the top floor. As the numbers changed on the elevator, I remembered that post my break up with my sissy boyfriend I had secretly fantasised about Gordon having his way with me. I was nervous and really wet when the elevator door opened.

This floor was for the two senior partners of the firm and had two massive offices only; with a common reception area which was also very big. The receptionist was a tall brunette in her thirties who smiled at me and said, “You must be Miss. Andrews”.

“Yuh...Yes.” I responded trying not sound totally retarded.

She led me into Gordon’s office which instantly took a shit on my dream office. His actual office was a hundred times better than my imaginary one. He smiled at me from his desk as she left us alone.
“Welcome Alivia, come have a seat.” He said, with his subtle Italian accent. I sat down in front of him.
“You are a very smart young woman, Alivia, a hard worker, very good!” he sounded sincere and I thanked him with a smile.

“I will not force anything on you Alivia, but I have to let you know that we have security cam footage of you and Craig but that is just to protect us from any legal action you might take”

I had no idea how to respond. I looked around his desk in confusion and found a picture of his wife and daughter, both of whom were stunning.

“That’s my wife, Linda and my daughter Sabrina, she is about your age” he stated.

“She is very pretty” I uttered truthfully. My heart was racing.

“Your salary and perks will improve should you agree to this arrangement.”

“Wh..what is the arrangement exactly?” I enquired, trembling with nervousness.

He got up and walked towards me, “You have a great body, Alivia, a beautiful face, nice round tits and an ass of a Goddess” He stood in front of me and gave me his hand. He smelt musky. I grabbed it nervously and he helped me up from my chair. Then he shamelessly shoved his hand inside my skirt, under my panties and felt the wetness of my pussy on his fingers. He was staring right into my eyes as I looked at him in shock and helplessness. “I will tell you about the arrangement at dinner, will you cook me a nice dinner young lady?” his hand was now drenched in my juices but he hadn’t put his fingers inside me which I secretly wanted him to do.
“I will.” I replied, wide-eyed under the shock of his audacity.
“I’ll be at your place at seven tonight, okay?” he withdrew his hand and smelt his fingers.
“Sure” I said. He licked his fingers clean and gave me a long sloppy kiss on the lips, making me taste myself as I kissed back.

I was super confused as I reached my floor but somehow, out of the blue, I confidently walked up to the maintenance guy and said, “Its MARY with a Y not IE. Have it corrected before

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