This is a continuation of a story which starts here. However it'll make sense as a standalone piece.

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I am still in the new executive's office and I'm sitting back on his sofa with my legs open and my skirt pulled up. He is sitting next to me and he starts running his finger across my skin, slowly. He touches my clit, teasing my entrance and gently slides his fingers inside, telling me quietly, right into my ear, how much of a good whore and how lovely and wet I’m getting in anticipation of him entering me. I feel so helpless, so feeble, all I can do is whimper.

That sound turns him on and he sets himself up in front of me, takes his dick out of his trousers and strokes it. It’s already hard, and as he slides it in I throw my head back in intense pleasure, fuck I love it, I’m about to allow myself to drop deep into subspace.

But then someone knocks at the door. "Who is it?" the new executive asks, keeping his cock inside me.

A cocky, arrogant, male voice responds "Oh it's just me, the one who got you this job, who you owe your position to, ahem".

The new executive gets up and slightly opens the door a little, just to show his face. "Oh hi Charles, I'm just with Kaya at the moment, we’re getting me up to speed on how things work around the office."

"Oh I see, haha. Just got here yet already messing around with her huh?"

Charles has the office next door, apparently he recommended this new executive for the position. I had no idea they were close friends.

"Well how could I not when the boss sent her to me as a welcoming gift? Do you wanna join?"

"Yeah sure, I'll show you the ropes with her haha." His cocky laugh goes through me like a spear, Charles makes no secret of his contempt for me. He knows all my triggers and just how to make me melt whenever he wants, I fucking hate it.

Charles slides into the office and closes the door behind him. He proceeds to undo his pants and makes eye contact saying, "Kaya dear, do you remember last I fucked you? Do you remember how it felt?"

He sits beside me and strokes my cheeks, his hand moving to my hair, slowly but firmly grabbing it, tilting my head upwards to meet his gaze. He makes sure not to hurt me though, while his other hand is stroking his cock.

I try to look away and find some words to make up a coherent response, my brain is clearly already out of service. I get so mindless when I’m horny, I can’t control myself, I just go blank, it’s hard to answer even simple questions, I have to really focus.

"Yes...Yes sir, it was amazing. Your cock felt so big inside me." I said with a timid voice.

"Good girl. Let's see how well you can take it this time. but let's spice things up a bit, show me how bad you want it. I'm going to start fucking you and you're going to tell me how much you want me to keep going, how much you like my cock moving in and out of you. If you stop talking, I'll pull out. Understood?"

I gave him a small nod with a pleading and excited look. "....understood."

Without notice, he jams his cock inside all at once.

"Come on dear, I'm all ears for your sweet begging otherwise I'm pulling out."

"I... I love having your cock inside of me, sir. I love the feeling of you pumping me, how it fills me up completely.” I pant and moan, it’s hard to keep talking, the words are so hard to find, fuck it just feels so good, a cruel man’s cock inside me. “Your cock is so big sir,” I gasp for air, “and you're,” I gulp down a few more urgent, fast, breaths, “fucking me so violently, I'm forever at your disposa..."

He puts his hand over my mouth and nose, keeping me from breathing.

"That's right you love it don't you ? Take it, you whore." I look up at him with panicked eyes, I strain for breath but his hand blocks my breathing completely, my eyes roll back in my head.

He moves his hand away and proceeds to fuck me even harder, even faster. He’s close, I can feel it.

I let out my moans without any restraint and my mouth is hanging open, demanding to be filled with another cock.

He said, talking to his friend, "See this? That's her oral fixation. This means you need to fill up her mouth with something, it can be anything you want, anything she can suck off. Put your cock in there, she really knows her way around blowjobs now, after so much practice."

"Oh I see,” says the new executive. He’s clearly a little disappointed about Charles swooping in when he was just about to fuck me. However he perks up at the thought of getting sucked off. “You have so many talents Kaya. Let's see how well you do with oral sex, good girl." He inserts his throbbing cock into my gaping mouth.

They pound me like this for a while. Their thick cocks destroying me. I can no longer think, I can’t breathe, I don’t care. I just bliss out and take it like the good whore that I am.

They both come at the same time, one of them filling my pussy with hot cum and the other blasting his load right down my whore throat. I’m nothing but a juicy, panting, moany mess as they pull out and flop on the sofa. My holes are dripping, my hair is messy, my face and body are covered in drool and cum.

"So now you have two options,” said Charles, “either you just leave her like that and she'll clean up on her own. She hates feeling abandoned like that and that plays into her kinks nicely, makes her feel humiliated, which she loves.”

“Or you can help her get back together and be sweet with her, nurture her a bit. If the first, she'll start resenting you and next time you guys have sex you can just be rough with her. If the latter, she'll be all subby and sweet to you next time and you can treat her like a good girl. In the end, she'll build up her feelings towards you based on how you treat her in general. That's how Kaya works. Reading her manual is good at first but then you get to know all her subtleties that aren’t written in there and it's even better. She loves to be used as a fuck toy and she likes to be an adoring little whore sat at your feet, it’s up to you what you prefer."

“Yeah a fucktoy sounds nice, I’ve got enough nurturing to do at home,” says the new executive. So they leave me in my mess and leave the office to go to a meeting. I’m lying there, I still haven't regained my composure and someone knocks at the door. It's my best friend at work, Nick, he knows everything I do in this company and often helps me out, or sometimes takes advantage of the situation.

"Oh Kaya! There you are! God I've been looking for you for ages! Damn, they did you really dirty huh, leaving you in your mess haha."

"Urgh yeah, they really treat me like trash, it was amazing sex though, not to mention the new executive is hot too. And Charles from next door joined in as well."

"Kaya. Say, at this point, you wouldn't say no if I wanted to have my way too right? I mean look at you already sexy and messy. Right?"

I sigh, my pussy decides for me, she always wants more, that god damn whore, can I just get a moment to go to the bathroom and get cleaned up? I sigh "alright fine, but be quick."

He grabs my hair and flips me onto my stomach so my knees are on the floor. He says "Oh you bet, I'm already hard just looking at you." He enters me and pushes my head down into the messy sofa cushion I was just sitting on, my face pressed into the pool of my own juices and the new executives cum.

That's how I ended up having sex for the third time on that day.

By the time he’s done and I’ve cleaned up as best I can in the bathroom it's almost the end of the day. I go back to the CEO's office to report on my work. He compliments me even though I didn’t manage to do much today and also notices how my legs are a bit wobbly from all the sex.

"Looks like you've had your fun there my dear."

I look down in shame and arousal, incapable of muttering a decent answer to that. One look from him plunges me deep into subbiness, I’m so powerless in his presence.

"I think I'll toy with you a bit too, hm. I won't fuck you though, there's no way I'm going after all those guys poured their cum inside you. No I'll fuck you with your toy instead. You've worked well, like the good girl you are, so you deserve it." My heart lights up with his praise, I love to serve.

I sit down in an armchair right in front of him, I open my legs eagerly, make myself vulnerable, in a position I know so well, that position he makes me take every time he uses my toy.

My vibrating dildo is always locked in his drawer. It’s my favourite toy, he made me bring it from home and give it to him so he could control when I play. He gets it out and throws it to me and orders me to play with it myself. I do so, following his instructions, gently teasing myself a little before begging to be allowed to put it inside me. I love this toy, and the fact that I can only use it when being controlled by him makes it so much better. My pussy is so wet and my begging is coming from a place deep inside me in frantic moans, I really need it.

As play gets more intense, my head is rolled back and I feel his hand on mine on the toy.

"Let go, let your Master control it."

I move my hand away and place it on his shoulder, grabbing it hard, wrinkling his expensive suit. Holding on as he keeps pumping me harder and harder with my dildo. I love it rough, I love it hard. He takes it out and turns on the vibrator function. He puts it back at the entrance to my pussy and looks me in the eye. I have to look away, it’s too intense, I melt so deeply, so completely, when he looks at me like that. All I want is him to use me, to do whatever he wants with me. I’ll be a whore, I’ll fuck the whole office, I’ll give myself to any man he wants, anything for him.

He inserts the toy and fucks me with it. He pounds me, he leans in close and kisses my neck. My brain is just lost by this point in a world of intense bliss. He’s talking and I can’t hear the words, I don’t know who I am, I don’t know anything, I’m just a brainless whore. He gives me my sweet release and pulls the toy out.

"I hope you appreciated it, little tiger. And remember you're not allowed to touch yourself when you’re out of the office or we'll have to name a new office whore. And you don't want that do you?" He says with a knowing smile.

I nod. I hate the continual humiliation and degradation. I hate lying in bed at home with my pussy aching, desperate to be touched, and not being able to touch it. I hate that I could touch as much as I want at home and no one would ever know, but I know I won’t, I never would disobey him or lie to him about anything. I hate that I could walk away whenever I want and get a normal job and a normal life and a nice, vanilla, boyfriend who buys me nice gifts for my birthday. And yet I can’t, I hate the thing inside me which commands me, forces me to keep doing this, day after day being fucked over and over by men who are just using me. I hate being the office whore.

And I’ll be back tomorrow, 9am sharp.