So here we were, the morning after the first time I shared my wife with a co-worker sitting at the breakfast table as Camille sauntered towards us wearing only a sheer apron, when the offer came.
“You two were great last night, I’m sure Camille would be well received in the job I’m about to outline”, Carl blurted out. “You see, we have a special class of employee that very few people know about. These women have extraordinary talents much like those she displayed last night. Their purpose is to serve the upper echelon of staff as well as some very select customers while appearing to be normal secretaries.” Camille and I listened intently as he described what could only be classified as prostitution. “Are you asking my wife to be a company whore?” Carl frowned, “We prefer to use the term ‘Hostess’, but yes, I guess that would describe the job in crude terms. She would have to voluntarily sign a 6 month ‘services contract’ which would detail what was expected of her, the dress code she would be required to follow, and a very lucrative compensation package. After the term expires, she can renew it or go on her way with no further strings.”
For the next half hour he explained that she would not be able to say ‘No’ to any one on the ‘list’, no matter what he or she asked her to do. We could not travel out of town during the 6 months since she would be on call 24 hours a day, and was to be ready to perform her duties within an hour. She was to keep herself tanned and toned, her manicure, makeup and hair always perfect. She was to be dressed appropriately any time she left the house in case she was paged. Her dress code was to be as follows:
���������She was never allowed to wear pants or panties, unless directed.
���������Bras, if worn at all were to be decorative only; lace, sheer, etc.
���������Skirts were to be no longer than 18", normally 15-16"
���������Tops, blazers, blouses, etc were to be wrap style or loosely buttoned.
���������Evening dresses and gowns could be floor length only if slit to the waist.
���������Shoes were to be pumps or sandals, with a minimum 3" heel, 4" or 5" preferred.
She would be given a pager and cell phone and if contacted, must make herself available no matter what else she was doing. She would be given an office and a leased apartment where she could entertain her dates, but was also to be available to travel if requested. There was also the possibility that she would be required to service her dates in our bed.
There would be times involving only one man in private, as well as times involving several men and/or women at parties or company gatherings. Most times I would not be allowed to attend, other times I would be invited and yet other times when I would be required to be there to prepare or even offer her to the guest(s), We were also told there would be a final event just before her contract expired, but no details were given.
“So, that’s about it. Just look at it as an actress playing a role, don’t be offended by the name calling and such, and enjoy the adventure and the pay and you’ll both do fine. “Name calling?” she asked. “Oh yeah, they’ll refer to you as a whore or a slut. Some will call you the company cunt. Others will never call you by name, but just refer to you as bitch or fuck-toy. Just roll with it and laugh all the way to the bank.” “You say she can never say ‘No’, I asked, “Really? Never?” Carl reminded us these were select members and they had rules to follow too, nothing that could cause injury or harm in any way, the farthest they could go would be things that could be considered humiliating or demeaning such as demanding a blow job in front of a bystander, forcing her to dance nude at a strip club, or lift her skirt to be fucked in semi-public.
“Well I have to go now” he stated as he caressed her pussy. “You two think about it, and be in my office tomorrow at 10AM. I’ll know if you are accepting the offer or not based on how you are dressed Camille, and I’ll have the contract ready to be signed and notarized. Of course you’ll have to compensate the Notary Public to seal the deal so to speak” And with that he left us to ponder this twist of fate. We definitely needed the money and she enjoyed sex in all it’s varied forms. We had played around before and she had definitely enjoyed the way Carl fucked her. And I would get to enjoy her looking and dressing like a centerfold all the time, along with the added benefit of hearing all the stories of her encounters. But could she really bring herself to become what amounted to a high priced call girl. We spent the day talking about it as she strutted around in 4" heels [and nothing else], ‘practicing’ as she put it. She even went out to the pool in the nude for the first time in years, not caring if any of the neighbors were home.
The next morning she awoke, and headed for the bathroom. After showering she went to her dressing table and began working on her hair and face; I knew she had made her decision. “Pick out something for me to wear, OK? And remember the dress code!” I couldn’t believe this was about to happen; I was going to dress my wife for her first day as a corporate whore; and I was loving it.
I picked out a pale sage colored tailored suit that she had custom made for an earlier office job; they had complained the skirt was too short and the jacket too low cut to be worn without a high necked blouse and discouraged her from wearing it, so a $750.00 suit went nearly unworn for years. Four inch heels and real silk thigh high stockings completed the outfit, absolutely nothing else. When I finished dressing her, she was stunning; prim, proper and corporate when standing, but deliciously sensual when sitting as the skirt rode high on her thighs exposing her bare skin above her stockings. When she leaned forward her chest was nearly fully visible as the neatly fitted jacket fell away just enough. She carried a small purse with perfume, makeup and lipstick for ‘after blow job touch ups’ as she put it. I was tempted to lift her skirt and fuck her right there but she discouraged me saying she wanted he pussy to be good and tight for ‘whoever’.
As we strolled into Carl’s office promptly at 10, he nearly passed out when her saw what could have passed as a Cosmo cover girl coming towards him. “Fuck Me!”,he sighed, to which she replied, “I already did, don’t you remember?” Blushing he continued, “You’re gorgeous, I knew I made the right choice offering this job to you”. “Well since you obviously have decided to take the job, shall we get on with it?” She moved forward and sat at his desk, her skirt riding up a bit more than normal [considering she was ‘helping’ it] to the point that he could see her auburn curls peeking out at him. Picking up the telephone he dialed an intercom number, then stated simply “Frank, we’re ready” and hung up.
The office door opened and in walked one of the company lawyers I had met many times before in various contract negotiations. “So this is our new toy” he said to me, “Thanks for bringing her to us, we’ll enjoy her very much” as he reached inside her jacket, “Wow, nice and firm, I can’t wait to get my cock between them. I assume you will swallow when we come in your mouth, correct?” “Definitely, I love to suck cocks dry” my wife replied. “Want a demonstration?” “Later, there’ll be plenty of time for that”, just sign here. After my wife signed the form, I was told for the first time that I also had to sign it and that my job could be on the line if she backed out early, but it was clearly too late as Frank snaked his hand under her skirt to wet his fingers in her cunt, then tasted her juices from his fingers. Again Carl reached for the phone, “Angie, would you join us now?”
This time I was the one who nearly passed out as a genuine walking Barbie Doll entered the office; bleached blonde, and deeply tanned, she wore a dress about three sizes too small, her huge tits straining to split the fabric and tottered across the room on 6 inch heels that clearly screamed SEX! And to make things even more outrageous, her voice fit the image completely as she squeaked “OoooHHh, I’m gonna enjoy our little sessions together!!! Can I lick your pussy right now?” Not waiting for an answer from anyone she went straight to her knees and raised my wife’s skirt removing Frank’s hand and burying her face between Camille’s legs. From my position behind her, it was obvious she was also naked under her dress. “So is this a one way deal?” I asked wanting to fuck her in the worst way. “Unfortunately it is for now” Carl responded, “But I wouldn’t mind some of her if you don’t mind watching?” “Not at all” Moving behind her he lifted what little there was left of her skimpy skirt and shoved his cock into her as she licked my wife’s cunt.
A few minutes later when they finished Angie signed the papers also, this turned out to be the Notary Public! “Oh and she’s also one of the top corporate accountants. One of the smartest women I’ve ever met” stated Frank. “So why the image? And the role?” “Oh, It’s no image or role” Angie squeaked “This is the real me, I love Sex, and I love to dress sexy, I was just fortunate enough to find this company a few years ago. I love it, I can dress the way I like, I can fuck whoever I want, whenever and wherever, and I make a ton of money. How can I go wrong?” With that she kissed me full on so I could taste my wife’s juices on her tongue as she pressed those glorious tits into me; taking my hand she placed it on her cunt and said “Maybe someday you can fuck me too!”, and then she left. It was only then that I realized the Camille was licking Angie’s pussy juice off Frank’s cock. “Good thing you brought more lipstick” I joked.
And so it began. I left her there, only partially dressed and licking another man’s cock telling her I would pick her up at her new office at the end of the day. I asked her not to get her cunt too sore, so we could enjoy the night ahead, but she simply waved and mumbled, “No promises”.
That night she told me about 3 more encounters during the day and that she had a date the next night “to break in the apartment”. We spent the next day shopping for shoes, dresses, suits and lingerie, getting her nails and hair done and her legs and bikini line waxed, all charged to her new company expense account to the tune of around $5000. She ended up wearing one of the dresses and a pair of 5 inch heels she just bought. Admiring them she stated “Damn I can’t wait to see these pointed up at the ceiling!!” We made our way to the address she had been given driving her new convertible with her skirt blowing in the breeze exposing her newly trimmed bush to anyone who was looking.
Arriving at the building we were escorted in to her new apartment by the manager. Showing us the proper token used to ID members of the circle he stated that on occasion he sampled the talent when one of the appointments had to cancel. It was a sort of payment for the discretion of the management. “I hope I get the chance to sample your talents very soon, my dear, but I see you have your first date with you.” “Who? Me?, No I’m her husband, we’re just checking the place out”. “Oh, Well in that case, let me show you this”, and he led us to a room full of high tech video and computer equipment. “There are cameras covering every inch of this suite. You can log into this highly secure web address from home and watch her every move. Maybe you’ll even get to watch me fuck her someday, but for now I have to get back to work. Just buzz the desk when you arrive and you and your date will be let in, any time of day or night”.
The next few weeks went by with the same sort of activities, she told me all sorts of stories and I watched her in action at the apartment via computer service at least a dozen men and women. She kept up her end and played the role to perfection. Then one night at dinner when we thought we’d be alone for a romantic one-on-one evening, her cell phone rang, not unusual, it had happened many times before, even when we were in bed together enjoying each other; on those occasions, she would get up, leave me in bed alone, go meet her date, and then come back and pick up where we left off. But tonight was different, we were passed the half way point in her contract and we needed some time to ourselves, so for the first time I expressed my displeasure. She conveyed this to the caller and asked if she could meet him the next night, but he insisted. And he insisted on coming to the restaurant to pick her up right then, so we reluctantly agreed. It was then that she dropped the bombshell; this was someone new, and he demanded that she take him to our house so he could fuck her in our bed, spend the night and have him cook breakfast for him, just like Carl had done the first night; in fact this was Carl’s father. I was stunned, and more than a bit pissed, but we both knew we had gone too far to back out now.
Then it got even weirder. When Bob arrived, the bombshell hit me! He had Angie, the walking, talking Barbie Doll, on his arm and she was dressed to kill. “Hey you two, I felt a little bad about this after I talked to you, sooo, I going to do something I haven’t done in a long time. I believe you both know my wife Angie?” Wife?! She was married to the boss’s father? This twenty something bimbo-brainiac was married to the sixty something patriarch of the company? Holy Shit!!! “So here’s the deal, I take Camille for the night and fuck the hell out of her, then make her wait on me hand and foot all day tomorrow, and you take Angie and do the same”. I sat there in shock, as he continued, “Angie was one of our first company cunts and when I saw what she could do, I knew I had to make her my wife. She hasn’t been on a date in years, Oh yeah the occasional fuck and suck at the office, but not a real date like the girls usually do, and she’s been getting a little itchy. So you go ahead and take her, and I do mean Take Her! Scratch that itch of hers, while I fuck your wife. And remember, she started out as a cunt, so she’s used to being treated that way. Tell her what to do, don’t play games with her. If you want to fuck her in the ass in the middle of a busy intersection, Do It!, just move on before you get arrested! Oh and Angie, make sure you do that thing you do so well and bring him home tomorrow night. I’ll be done using the bitch by then.” Then turning to my wife he stated bluntly “Let’s go whore, you’ve got a lot of fucking and sucking to do in the next 24 hours, when we hit that back door, pull you dress off and walk to the car nude. I want everybody to see what I’m going to be playing with tonight. See ya later sport, fuck him good you little pussy bitch.”
I sat nearly in shock as I watched my wife pull her dress off and walk outside almost nude, Bob grabbing at her ass. “Is he always like that?” “Oh No, he’s usually great, it’s just a role he plays now and then to take out some of his aggressions. But enough about them. See I told you you’d get a chance at me someday. So what do we do first? Do you want me to suck your cock?” she squealed gleefully
“In due time, I kinda liked that dress removing thing; my car’s out back too” “OK, let’s go” she said as she started to disrobe.
I don’t remember much of the rest of the night and following day, except looking over every inch of her glorious body, and not finding a single scar or stretch mark, and believe me I looked hard Her cunt was so tight she could definitely walk a mile with a pencil inside her and not drop it, even in those obscenely high heels she always wore. I also seem to remember using her as a footstool for awhile and something about making her hold her hand out while I jacked off, having her rub my cum all over her tits, then making her lick up what she could reach. And there was a vague memory of making her give me a bath and then licking me dry with her tongue. I also remember something about making her fuck herself with a dildo while I watched. Then of course there were the mind-bending hours of pussy pounding I made her endure.
We arrived at my house almost a full 24 hours later, and thinking it was over, I was stunned once again to find not only Bob, but Carl as well in our bed fucking Camille front and back. Angie immediately upon seeing this, she dropped her simple dress and moved in to plant her cunt in my wife’s face, So here I was in my own bedroom, looking at my wife with her bosses’ cock in her cunt, his father fucking her ass and her face shoved into his step-mother’s pussy, geeze, what a scene. Bob looked at me and said ”What the hell are you waiting for? Get in here and fuck my bitch the way I’m fucking your’s or should I say ours?” , so I obliged. Two days later Camille finally told me she was no longer in pain from all the pounding he gave her cunt that day.
A few more weeks went by, things falling back into more of a routine. She told me about sessions at the office, and I was actually invited to join her at the office for one full day. Damn it was incredible seeing her strut around the place discretely exposing herself every chance she got. She had a glass desk, so whenever the urge struck she could put on a show for whoever was sitting across from her. One of the members’ came in while I was there and he told her to show me what she had done for him a few days earlier. Smiling she reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a cock shaped vibrator, pulled her skirt up and began to fuck herself with it, all clearly visible through the desktop. “So what else do you do all day around here?” “Not much really, I have a few small tasks, but after all I am one of the company whores, I mean my reason for being here is to pleasure anybody that chooses me, right Dan?” she asked the guy watching her masturbate in front of both of us. “That’s right, and you do it so well too, one of the best sluts we’ve had.” “So have you fucked my wife too?” “Hell Yes, many times, she’s a great piece of ass.” “Hey Camille” he continued “since you’re all worked up, why don’t we all go to that club we went to a few weeks ago? Do you think you can do that in front of your husband?” “Hmm, I don’t know, that was pretty wild” “Oh, and this isn’t? What did I miss, you didn’t tell me about any club action” “I just couldn’t bring myself to, but if you really want to.....”
I next found us getting out of the company limo in the warehouse district. As we emerged from the car, she left her dress behind telling me she wouldn’t need it there. Dressed only in heels, stockings and a lace garter belt she strolled nonchalantly towards the door in broad daylight. Approaching the doorman, she stated simply “I’m here to serve”. Placing his hand on her ass he pushed her through the door where she was given a simple robe that barely covered her. She was escorted up on stage with a few other women dressed the same way. Soon an auctioneer of sorts joined them on stage, and I found out this was a sale of sorts; the highest “bidder” got an hour with the “body” he won. If the girl had an escort they could watch if they wanted, or not.
As the auctioneer moved to each “body” he described them in detail, sometime quite vulgar, but I had no idea he was saving his best for Camille. When he got to her he let it all out. “Buyers, this is the best piece of meat we’ve ever had here. Look at the damn tits! Firm as hell! And all natural. And her ass is just as firm! Her cheeks don’t even quiver when I spank her full force! Look how they redden and glow! Listen to the sound as I smack her ass. When’s the last time you saw an ass that firm? And what about that cunt Huh? Look at the monitor as I spread her lips and make her clit stand up. Man this little camera makes her cunt look huge, but trust me she is tight as hell; this bitch squeezed me so hard I thought she was going to pull my cock off last time I fucked her. And when she sucks your cock, wait ‘til you feel the suction when you’re about to cum in her mouth, she really cranks it up, it feels like she’s gonna suck your eyeballs out through your dick. When she wraps her legs around you she could almost break your back. Just don’t let her dig those heels into you! I’ve still got scars “ And on and on he went, through it all she was smiling from ear to ear, but trying to hide it. When she was “won”, she was taken to a large room and strapped down to a table. As it turned out this was a play club only and no one actually had full intercourse, although two guys did fuck her mouth and then jack off on her chest and one woman mounted her with a strap-on dildo. There were a few other games where various toys were used on her, but nothing like what she was used to at the office gatherings.
Another Friday Night, another special session. She told me this was some kind of awards ceremony for the top managers, and that several of the girls were to be the prizes. When she came out of our bedroom after dressing for the evening, my jaw dropped. She was dressed as some kind of a doll. On her feet were 5" Bubblegum Pink patent spike heels w/matching satin ankle wraps tied into bows. Her legs were encased in white lace stockings w/pink ribbon decorations at top tied in bows at back and the words “Fuck” and “Toy” embroidered at the top, one word on each leg. She wore a sheer white lace, wide hemmed skirt with a full petticoat that fell above her stocking tops at the front and was shorter in the rear, partially exposing her rump. Her blouse was actually a sheer white lace top with no buttons, tied around the waist and collar with pink ribbon. The sleeves were puffed out like big balloons and tied with the same ribbons just below the elbow. Under the sheer top she wore a white lace half-cup corset which was laced tightly, fully exposing her nipples rouged a bright pink. Completing the outfit were white lace fingerless gloves that showed off her 1" bubblegum pink nails.
She had also gone to extremes with her hair and makeup, wearing a platinum blonde, highly styled wig, overdone make-up, extra long lashes, heavy mascara, multicolor eyeshadow, moderate cheek rouge, and bubblegum pink lip gloss. She strolled towards me and raised her skirt showing me her crotch hair neatly trimmed into an inverted “V” and a henna tattoo slightly above her cunt that said “Insert Cock Here”. It was also then that I noticed the Rhinestone & Gold choker-type necklace with words “Please Fuck Me”. She told me that she was only supposed to talk in a doll type voice for the evening and use phrases like “Do you like my titties?”, “Will you play with my pussy?”
Or “Can I suck your cock?” I was beside myself with lust when the limo driver rang the doorbell to take her away. He commented to us “Wow, are they going to enjoy fucking you tonight!”
���When she was dropped off in the morning still wearing the outfit, she told me about the evening as she tottered around in those killer heels serving me breakfast in bed, sort of a consolation I guess.
���“They just about died as we strolled in. They were all seated around the dinner table and we were led in by small chains attached to our necklaces. The pulled back a curtain and we were placed on a series of “Doll Stands” which were basically 2 prong dildos attached to something like an adjustable microphone stand that was raised into us, one prong in our cunts, the other in our asses. We stayed that way all through dinner as the guys did various things to us, groping, feeling, spanking, kissing our tits, and whatever else they felt like. Later, they awarded us like trophys to the top sellers for the year. The guy who won me was from one of the overseas offices so he had never fucked me before. Most of the girls got somebody who had already played with them, so I guess I was lucky. I know he was.......” she said with a low hiss. She continued to tell me how she played the role with him, and how he almost creamed himself when she used her best dollie voice to ask “Would you put your big dick in my cunt and fuck me?” I just grinned as she straddled me in bed and my cock slipped into her well-fucked cunt.