Hell yeah!

You lick your lips. This is the big moment, The challenge of this job you’ve been working up to. Once you do this, everyone will know and everyone will make use of it. And you. You gulp. And nod.

“Alright boys, if you think you have what it takes to satisfy a cum hungry lady like me. Get in line!”

You go down on your knees and the men look down on you. Some openly leering, some honestly surprised you actually agreed. Cell pones are taken out to record this momentous event in company history, and already more men join in, attracted by the hot woman kneeling. The authoritative man who grabbed you takes the initiative, opens his fly and slaps your face with his hard cock.

“You want this, slut.”

“Mhm, yes, please, Sir.”

And you d. You look at the cock – it’s a nice one, most of them are to you nowadays, you're a real slut for cock, as long as they're not as small and shrivelled like your own used to be. And you do what you do best by now - it didn't take you long to become an expert - take it into your mouth and begin to suck greedily. The other men follow your advice and form a line behind their leader, the intern second – he has earned that position of honour in his fellow men’s eyes it seems by you confirming his bragging.

You suck in earnest, don’t waste time for foreplay or teasing – the line is long – and gets longer, this may take a while. And expert sucker that you are, by the little actual experience you remember as well as your body's muscle memories, it doesn't take long until you feel the cock twitch. You get ready to swallow, but he pulls out, jerks off a few fast times and cums all over your face. He high-fives with the intern who has an idea,

“You look great in cum, Lexi. You should wear it all day!”

The other man agrees and so do all others behind them. You have the feeling that wasn’t the last load of cum you didn't get to swallow. The intern is next – again he proves enormous stamina for a boy his age, but you're highly focused and busy at work. It takes long enough for the line behind him to get restless, but eventually his balls twitch – he pulls out and cums over your face, too. And your hair and your top. You look down on yourself and then at the line that now consist of at least 20 men. If they all do this, you'll be a mess.

And they do. Except that the line gets even longer. News of the office bukkake makes the round quickly, not only every man in the open plan office but soon a number from other departments stand in line to wait for a round in the office suck station.

A remaining bit of the male voice in your head protest against what you've become – nothing more but a consumable for your workmates, they don't care for your name, your job, your personality, your hopes and dreams, you’re just a hole to unload in.

And you love it. The nagging, spoilsport voice of {fist_name_male} is drowned out by a wave of exhibitionist and submissive pleasure running through you. Not physical, really, your hand are too busy with the line of cocks for you to touch yourself, but your pussy definitely gets wet and tingly, sending waves of lust through you. You can't deny it, this body is a slut, you don’t even bother to muse now if it’s really in the body you got or if that has been deep inside of you all along, you don’t care. You love pleasing men, love sucking cocks, seeing their content faces when they squirt a hot load all over you and hear their lusty groans and grunts you caused.

You lose track of time, so completely lost in your work that you're shocked to notice the lights have turned on and it's getting dark outside when the last man in line unloads his sticky semen onto your top. You spent all afternoon as the office bukkake pet. You wipe the cum of your eyes and look at your trolley.

“Don’t worry, little one.”

The authoritative man who initiated all this looks down on you.

"Management has been informed why you couldn't do your rounds today. It was generally agreed upon that this part of your job is more important. ‘Course it helped that you took so good care of some upper level managers as well.”

He chuckles. You did? You don't remember any faces from your afternoon bukkake, just a never ending like of hard, pulsating cocks in your mouth and throat.

“I've been a made your supervisor. An actual promotion because I got you so well under my thumb. Thanks for that, {first­_name_female}.”

“Y… you’re welcome, Sir. I'm glad I could serve…”

“And our young friend here…”

He nods a at the intern who stands besides him.

“...got hired as my assistant. His first real job and it’s mostly about scheduling your fuck time!”

You look at your new bosses questioningly.

“You're released of your mail-room duties. The plan had been to let you raise the work atmosphere in the office a little but by making your rounds, but it seems you are – too good at your job. If we let everyone use you as they please it's a bit of a mess, as we just saw. You're going to be full time office whore from now on, your sole duty now lies in servicing the employees of this company. We’ll work out a schedule for you so everyone gets a fair chance to use you, and I think in an eight hour day without any distractions you should be able to please everyone who has a desire to use you.”

You still try to clear your mind and work through what he’s telling you. You're official going to be the company slut? And he isn’t even asking. Well. If you’re honest, that’s what you were from the moment you took the job as a mail girl, so it is a logical progression. You lick your lips – they’re covered in cum, like most of your body. Feel the heat rise in the gemstone around your neck. Apparently office whore is – appropriate for you to learn humility in the female form. And you can’t deny the wetness between your legs. You nod. It’s all you can do, really.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for the opportunity, Sir!", before you get up and walk to the elevator to get your stuff from your little office you're going to move out of again. You feel the cum all over your face and hair dry and flake off, as the people you walk by whisper and giggle. You take it as a compliment. You’re proud of your new job because you're damn good at it and you wear its badges unashamed!