No. And someone visits the office.

You're whimpering, licking his shoe and looking up at him with submissive eyes, wriggling your naked body like a puppy **** to please. For a moment you think you hear a sound behind you, but you're intent on pleasing Mr. Chandler, determined to do whatever is necessary to keep you from being discarded in an alley, and to satisfy the fluttering excitement in your belly.

"Tell me again what you're good for sow, " your boss prompts you.

"Sucking and fucking and being filled with cocks master. Whoring and rutting and slutting and anything you want." Your words come out in a moaning rush as you lick his shoe, stroking his legs with eager fingers.

"Spread your knees and wriggle your ass," he orders. You instantly comply, your eyes searching his hard face for any sign of kindness.

"Are you wet, bitch? Is your cunt dripping? Finger yourself and open your cunt lips."

"Yes Master, thank you master," you moan as you obey. "May I suck you master? May I have your cock in my mouth?"

"Not yet, pig. I'm considering punishing you for your discourtesy to our guest."

"Master?"

"Say hello to Mr Gavin, bitch," he says, lifting your chin with the shoe you're licking and turning your head so she can see that a older man in a flawless suit is standing and watching. Your body jerks in shock as you gasp, starting to scramble to her feet. You boss pushes you down with his foot, holding you face against the floor with a foot against your neck.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Gavin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimper. He strolls across and stands beside you looking down with amusement.

"You must be the thieving sow. You have a pretty little pussy. Ask your master if he will let you fuck my cock with it."

"Sir?"

He sighs in disappointment. "You really are only good for fucking and sucking and rutting aren't you, bitch?" You whine, struggling a bit against the pressure of Mr. Chandler's foot, then submitting.

"Master, please let me fuck Mr. Gavin. Please master."

"Yes pig, you can have him use you as he pleases."

"Put her over the desk John," the older man says. "I'm too old to be getting down on my knees to fuck office bitches."

"Bend over the desk and spread your legs, pig," Mr. Chandler orders as he takes his foot off your neck. You quickly clamber to your feet and bend over the desk, spreading her legs wide and offering your sodden cunt to the older man.

"She's a pretty thing John," he says, taking out his cock and stroking it as he steps behind you. You look at your boss with eyes full of mute appeal, clutching the edge of the desk as you wait to be impaled by yet another cock.

"Yes, but a thieving worthless pig. This is all she's good for."

"Really. Lets give the bitch a try," the older man says as he thrusts into you. You grip the edge of the desk and groan as he starts to fuck you with long slow strokes.

"She does like the fucking," Mr. Chandler says with a cruel smile at your **** gasping face. You whimper with each stroke of the cock in your sodden cunt, wanting to please these cruel men more than anything in the world. When your boss slaps your face you wail and sob, your eyes filling with tears of excited degradation. "She's a wanton little bitch, aren't you sow?"

"Yes master," you moan, grinding your hips back against the older man's cock. "I love cocks, I love fucking and sucking. I love being used."

"She's good at it too, John. Damn good. A nice catch," Mr. Gavin grunts as he slaps your ass and fucks you harder. "What's her name?"

"Pig, or bitch, or sow or slut. She lost her name privileges when she decided to steal. Ask her."

"What are you named girl?"

"I...I...Oh God..." you sob, feeling the last remnants of your will being stripped away. "I am bitch, my Master's bitch...his pig...his fuck pig...he...he...owns all my holes..."

"Very nice. Nicely broken John. Very nicely broken."

"I recommend her ass too. We stretched it hard earlier, but it's still tight and sweet. She loves it when you finish in her mouth, don't you bitch."

"Yes master, I love cocks master," you gasp. "I'm a come whore."

"There you have it Jim. Do whatever you want to her. Did your meeting go well?"

"Not particularly," the older man grunts as he fucks you harder. "Speaking of stupid bitches, that's one of the worst. I'll give you the details later, after I'm done here. You want the other end of her?"