To your new job as the Office Whore

You wake up on Friday morning earlier than your alarm clock rings. Thinking about last day and your new job today has kept you awake most of the night and when you fell asleep, your mind was racing with images and feelings of cocks and cum and lust. You showered thoroughly, last night – it felt like you had cum in every nook and cranny – you also watched a few video on how to get it out of your clothes, but the night left you sweaty and exited so you take another long shower, masturbating, before you leave home for work, dressed in a short skirt, high heels and a tube top. No underwear, you have the feeling the most important requirement for clothes in your new occupation is getting out of them easily.

You report to your new boss and his young assistant - they got their own office with two desks, Not upper level management big, but definitely a step up for both from the cubicles they worked in yesterday. Managing you really meant a career boost for both.

Your new supervisor smiles at you.

“{fist_name_female}. You're early. Good, very good, you need that work ethics, your work days are going to be busy.”

“Really busy!”

The young former intern on the smaller desk interjects.

“We already have more requests for your services than we can schedule.”

“Well…”

The older man smiles.

“Of course it didn't help that her whole morning is already planned for the special event.”

“True.”

The younger joins the smile and they both look at you.

“Fortunately you're early – make that a habit, we need at least 20 minutes before your official start of the day with you every day for a short – briefing!”

He grins at you lecherously and you know quite well what that entails. Even before he gets up from his desk and opens his fly, followed by his young assistant. You dutifully go on your knees, lifts your short skirt and take the 18 year old's cock in your mouth, while the older man unceremoniously rams his into your already wet pussy.

The briefing goes quick and efficient – both men enjoy the privileges that come with their new positions of managing you and only you – foremost having first dibs – but they also know the job done well means you can't be late to your other duties. And you join them in getting the briefing over quickly. Within minutes of sucking, the young man shoots a hot load into you that you dutifully swallow and your cunt is flooded with the older man’s cum only seconds later.

Licking your lips and wiping away leaking semen from your thigh as you stand up – no word of thanks or praise from your new superiors, you just did what you’re supposed to and take a pad from the young man.

“Here's your schedule for the day, Lexi, we think we planned enough time for every tasks, but we're aware that it's your first day, we all need to find a bit of routine here. If someone requires your services longer please add the time into your pad after you're done with the task so we can inform the following dates abut the delay and if you're notably faster please do so too, so we may add another appointment.”

You nod obediently and look at the schedule on the calender app on the tab. The afternoon is filled with quite a few individual appointments with dates and office numbers, the morning, as they hinted at only has one appointment.

Head of Records Retirement Party.

“All morning?”

“You're the old man's retirement present for his last day at work. The party includes cake, drinks and some speeches. Should be done in less than an hour, but we don’t know if and how he wants to make – use of his present. You can tell him he’s got you until lunch. If he doesn't need you that long let us know.”

You nod.

“Oh and this …”

The older man hangs a plastic card on a lanyard around your neck.

“We thought of making it a pin-on badge, but - you probably won't wear clothes to pin it on most of your work day.”

You turn it around and read it.

Hi. My name is

Lexi

Recreation & Relaxation specialist.

Sou smile. You never had such a long work title in your life as man. It makes you feel important. You turn and make your was to the basement, where the party is set.

You can see the crowd already as you leave the elevator, they're gathered in the old man's office, but they're enough people for some to have to stand in the hall. Seems he was quite popular – you never really talked to him or took notice of him when you were a man, except for the few times you needed something from him. You feel a little shame, in hindsight, he seems like a nice man. You're glad you get a chance to say goodbye properly in a way Alexander never could have.

You push through the crowd – first hear some complaints but when people notice who it is that is touching them, most start to seize the opportunity and touch you back. When you made it to the first row, you have your day's first set of pinch marks and red spots from slaps that will show up tonight.

The retiree is standing next to a cake on on and the CEO on the other side. You remember for a short second the email you rejected from the big boss and wonder how your day would look if you had accepted it but shrug with a smile. You’re really looking forward to your new job, what better could he have offered you than making so many people in his company happy. The speech is long and full of praise. A little boring, you get restless as do the people around you who thank goodness distract themselves and you by letting their hands wander over your ass a few times. Then the speech ends and the two men shake hands, the old man's successor is introduced and as a piece of cake is handed to the retiree, the CEO’s eyes fall upon you.

“Ah, and there's your present, I see. Ms…”

“Lexi”, you help him out. Haven't been called by your last name in a while, your name tag doesn’t mention it and you don't even consider identifying yourself with it. Such formalities seem – weird given how intimate your new job will make you with almost everyone.

“Yes, come here. You're probably heard of our new…”

He looks at your tag.

“ ‘Recreation & Relaxation specialist.’ Splendid. It’s her first day in this job and you have until lunch time to - break her in, so to speak as your last official act.”

The old Archiver looks at you with a grin – he’s in his late 60s, obviously. Balding hair, old fashioned gray and beige clothes covering a bit of belly. Not exactly your type – and you’ve developed quite a specific type since you're a woman – but you _are _into older men exuding a bit of authority and wisdom and he fits well enough to look forward to enjoying his last workday with him. You walk over and kiss him on the mouth, to the cheers and whistles of the guests of his little party.

“I have time for you all morning, Sir. It's my honour to make your last day in the company as pleasant as possible!”

His hand lands on your ass without hesitation and he takes his fork to feed you a piece of his cake. You smile - you had feared he might be a bit old fashioned about your – unconventional job, but it seems he’s eager to ‘break you in’, as the CEO called it. Which makes you smile, it may be your first day in the job, but you're far from inexperienced.

The party lasts little longer, many people want to give a speech or shake the old man's hand and say their good bye personally to him. He never lets you got, always keeping his hand on your body and you can feel him getting impatient, until the party finally disperses and he has you alone in his office.

“Alright, then, let's unwrap my present!”

He eagerly takes the few clothes you wear off and looks up and down your naked body.

“You’re – beautiful. Absolutely stunning!”

You blush. You're well aware of the female body the curse gave you, and the effect it has on most man. And many women. But for some reason, few have actually said it to your face. Most just took what they wanted and used you. Seem like this man has some chivalry left.

“Thank you Sir.”

You try your best imitation of a courtesy which makes him smile.

“Would you like to use you present now?”

“Hmmm,…”

He shrugs.

"To be honest, I haven't been – performing in this fashion for while now, I’m an old man. I think I'll just keep watching you and talk a while, if you don't mind.”

You’re a little disappointed but try to keep up the mood.

"If you wish. But… may I ask – don't you want to perform now or do you think you can't?”

He scoffs.

“Oh, girl, there's nothing I’d rather do than take a hot woman like you right here and now. Never had sex in the office, but I dreamed of it since I got my first job in this company 50 years ago. And now the hottest woman I have EVER met is naked in my office, and I’m too old to do anything with you but watch….”

“You’ve been working here for 50 years?”

You look at him incredulously.

"A bit longer even. Started as an errand boy when I was still on high school. Never missed a day. Never married, either… Only lived for work… I was excepting a gold watch for retirement, but this present is a lot better!”

He smiles and kisses your forehead, you smile back warmly and hug him.

Like every man you've had performance issues and anxieties when you were one. Maybe even more than most – you were an insecure little boy up until your last day as a man, if you're honest, And you can be honest, now. What you would have wanted most was a woman who puts her own needs behind and cares for nothing but your pleasure. Alexander didn’t get that. And quite frankly – he didn't deserve it, you were a selfish jerk and treated women badly. This old man, though... He seems kind, polite, modest and diligent. He definitely deserves a woman's care and attention to give him the best time. And if you were made a woman for this purpose… you feel the gemstone glow warm.

“Maybe if you’d be willing to let me give it a try and get you - ready for action? Can't do any harm, can it? If it doesn't work we can still talk and I’ll give you a good show to watch and remember.”

He nods.

“Well. If you want to waste your time with this old thing, young lady...”

You smile - the way he calls you "young lady" makes you feel surprisingly giddy, you can hardly believe how much you enjoy such stuff since you're a woman. You put a hand down his pants, gently rubbing his penis through his underwear. It doesn't move, that much is true, but you've gotten a reaction out of every man so far since you're no longer one. You're not gonna give up easily.

You shove him into his chair and go down on your knees, open his fly and take out his limp cock. You're not used to working with something like that, most cocks in your recent - experience, especially when you're naked, were hard and ready, but you accept the challenge.

You pull back the foreskin and kiss the glans, one hand on his balls gently massaging them the other holding the limp cock in place for your mouth.

You're busy with it for while, without notable reactions and are close to giving up, but your ambition as a female is driving you on.

One last trick up your sleeve. One that you always rejected as man, but were curious about anyway. Just didn't dare to do.

“Could you get up and bend over, please, Sir?”

He sighs.

"Look, I appreciate your work ethics, young lady, I really do, but don't you think it's time to accept…”

“Just one last try. If that doesn't work, we’ll just relax and have a good time without sex!”

He nods, sceptically.

“Alright, alright, if you really insist. What’s your plan?”

“Let me surprise you.”

He stands up and bend over, holding the back of his chair. You lick your lips, spread his cheeks and kiss his butt hole.

“Well that is – highly unorthodox, young lady!”

“Have you ever done this?”

“No, of course not. I’m a normal, heterosexual man, I’d never…”

You sigh. Just like you would have said it when you were man. Men are so – stupid. Inflexible. One track minded to their damn cock. What did you ever find about that limp Wiener of yours that prevented you from trying this?

“Please don't dismiss it before you've tried. For my sake? I promise you'll like it, whether it does something or not!”

“Oh, well, I guess. If you ask me so nicely…”

He relaxes and lets you continue, your tongue enters the old man's tight little hole and you hear him sigh. You wet it, lick it slick and enter a finger into it carefully. He moans. Louder than ever when you were busy with his cock. Hmhm. You lift an eyebrow. You never tried it as man - totally gay – but you are well aware were you should go. Your finger probes a little in the man's rectum and then finds the spot. You rub his prostrate, massage it gently.

“Oh my. That – is nice, you didn’t lie.”

Your other hand finds his cock again and feels a twitch in the limp sausage in your hand. You keep focusing your affection to hard knob under your finger, rub it, part the tiny hole and penetrate the old man's ass as deep as you can with one finger. And it works, the twitching becomes more aggressive, you feel the balls contract and finally some blood flows and the penis grow semi erect. You massage it gently, not to scare the fragile erection away, while your finger keeps busy in his rectum with the main protagonist of the man's current lust.

Within a minute the cock is filled with blood, and stands up thick, tall and veiny. It's a decent sized cock, a bit shrivelled with age, the pubic hair greying, the balls hanging low, but you enjoy massaging it firmer now that it shows its gratitude. Its owner is looking back excited and speechless, soon only moaning and as you look up into his eyes and wink, he lets his head sink and closes his eyes.

You rub his cock and prostrate good and hard until you're sure it's as big as it gets and and aroused enough to stay firm for least long enough to change position. You could just get him off like this, but he's been on a dry spell for so long, you want to grant him full access to your sanctum. You turn him around, push him into his chair, straddle him and slide his cock onto your wet and warm pussy quickly before it looses its hardness again.

Once inside, that risk in banished – your muscles suck and massage the old man’s cock skilfully and with all you have to give, no cock once hard could resist your pussy's allure. You put your arm around the old man’s shoulder, and begin to kiss him passionately, you hope that too gives him something he's been missing.

One he’s up, he's surprisingly long lasting. Experience goes a long way you assume, maybe a bit of desensitization in his old age, one way or the other, he manges to fuck you for a good part of 20 minutes.

You don't cum – it’s a pleasant ride, and if you let yourself go you might have but you’re focused on this as a job and fully focus on the old man and his cock. It's his moment, he deserves all your attention. Eventually he cums with a grunt and a groan deep in your womb.

When he opens his eyes again you see deep joy and gratitude.

“Thank you so much, young lady, I'd have never thought I'd get that feeling again, let alone with a beauty like you! That was - a very neat little trick you performed back there...”

“It was my pleasure, Sir. “

And it really was. Never in your life as a man has your job given you yo much satisfaction as giving this old man an experience he thought he’d have lost forever. You’re so much more successful and and helpful as a woman. You kiss him again.

“You can touch yourself there, too. It should help you masturbate. I hear we… you men don’t even have to get an erection to cum to an orgasm like that.”

Yeah. You've researched a LOT on that. And always were to – straight you told yourself - cowardly, you scoff at your old self now - to try. You might have missed out, he REALLY seems to have enjoyed that. You smile. Seems you’ve found one single thing that might want to make you to become a man again…. For whatever that's worth...

“I… might try that… Thank you.”

You smile.

“Would you like to take a picture of me as a souvenir? Might also help you for those… masturbation sessions?”

He blushes a little. Now that’s cute.

“I'm afraid I don't have one of those fancy phones with a camera…”

“Doesn't matter.”

You smile, take your pad and pose for him naked as he takes a a few pictures with the build in camera. You take the device from him, send copies to his private email account. And to your new superior while you're at it. Hard at work, boss!

“There. Now you have them on your computer at home and …”

You wirelessly connect your device to his printer and hit print.

“And old fashioned ones on paper so you don't forget your last day at work."

“I never will. Even if my memory should get really bad in a few years, you’’ll be the last thing I’ll remember, young lady.”

You blush. Hard. He's REALLY good at making compliments. Old school. You feel more womanly than ever before.

You get dressed, take another bite of the cake, kiss him again, open mouthed, passionately, and leave his office smiling.

That was a really nice first task. You look at the clock on your pad. 10:35

You go to the restroom to pee – and masturbate. You don’t regret not having cum but focused on the old man's pleasure fully, but he brought you damn close to the edge. He took long to warm up, but he's a good lover. You need this badly, now.

Satisfied, you get a coffee and relax a little, chat with some workmates who eye you lecherously before opening your calender app at 11 and reporting back for duty an hour early.

It doesn't take five minutes until your supervisors have a new appointment to fill the gap until lunch, your appearance at the old man's party has made even the last person in the company aware of your services.

You walk to the appointment's office – a woman this time – where you spend a pleasant hour between her legs, lazily licking her pussy while she’s in a video call conference with London. Afterwards, she pats your head and lets you show her your best, kissing and sucking her clit until she cums within a minute.

"And here I thought the morning would be dull as hell with this stupid call, you saved my life Lexi. I tried to reserve a spot yesterday, you were fully booked. Really glad you could squeeze me in!”

"Pleasure's all mine, Ma'am.”

And it is. You love licking pussy almost as much as sucking cock. More than cumming. This new you is born for service.

“Whenever you need me, Ma’am!”

You imitate a salute and she chuckles softly. On the way out you lick her juices off of your lips. She tastes absolutely lovely. You hope for more cunt appointments. But also cocks.

Eh, whatever. As long as you get to be useful all is well.

You have lunch until you next appointment at one, an office in the fourth floor. This one surprises you, as the man asks you to take his chair and gets between your legs.

“My wife hates to get her pussy licked!”, he explains, “but I just Love the taste.”

You lean back, fully expecting him to be bad at it - why would any woman reject being eaten otherwise – but he’s not. He’s actually pretty great. Within half an hour he makes you cum four times. He could tell you to do anything for him, not care about your lust at all. But his satisfaction comes purely from making your happy. From your own experiences as a man, you'd never have believed such men exist. You surely would. Never have done anything like this as a man, never in a million years would you have spent your whole time on pleasuring a woman, let alone without expecting a reward. You've met all kinds of men since you're no longer one yourself - strong and authoritative men, using you as they please. REAL men. You loved that. And soft and kind men, in touch with their female side, caring more for others than themselves, finding pleasure in service and submission. Real men, also. In a different, way. You enjoy this them very much too. And you know now that, all of them - ALL - are better men than you ever were. You tried to act strong but were weak, and instead of embracing your soft and weak nature, seize it and offer yourself to others and let them use you for their benefit, you stubbornly refused to be kind and submissive, insisting on your pleasure being equally important as other's.

You’re truly blessed to have gotten this opportunity to learn what it's like not to be the man you were, controlled by his cock and his ego. You feel shame over what you were, the gem on your chest glowing warmly at the learned lesson, but the shame is washed away by your fifth orgasm.

When you offer to return the favour he smiles and shakes his head.

“I couldn't be more happy than I am seeing you glow like this, no matter what you do”, licking his lips. You kiss him, to at least show him your gratitude. You taste yourself on his lips and love it.

“In that case thank you. You've made my day a lot better.”

He blushes as you walk off.

The rest of the day runs smoothly and effectively. Three more men and two women you serve until the day has come, most of them staying under the time your supervisors have planned. If they streamline your calender and you don't have big dates like this morning, you're sure you can take care of easily ten or more appointments a day. You lick your lips and feel your pussy tingle at the thought as you enter your supervisors' office for the days debriefing - that looks amazingly like the morning briefing – only this time you're sodomized by the older man's cock while ass and his young assistant takes your cunt.

After that, you go through you feedback together. Apparently there's a whole section on the company's intra-web about the the new Recreation and Relaxation Specialist. Nothing below 4 stars, most for them 5. Your bosses nod approvingly and you smile proudly, blushing at the high praise for your new work.

“You're great asset to the company Lexi. I can see you making yourself indispensable Very easily...”

He praises you while petting your ass. That’s the biggest compliment you've ever gotten for your work. As a woman and certainly as a man. So this is what being appreciated professionally feels like.

The gemstone around your neck glows warmly. Lesson learned.

Tired and exhausted but filled with satisfaction you make your way home, spend a lazy evening in front to the TV before you go to bed and have the most pleasant dreams of work.