Second Interview

While walking toward the second interview at a Modeling Agency. I was lost in my thoughts that There was always guilt when I let lust take over my body. Even if it was a frustrated woman who was out of love who would control her urges or try dating again, and there is me who is not only out of love but also fucked more than ten men today behind my boyfriend's back. I'm pretty sure it's mostly my mistake for wearing these skimpy clothes, only lying to myself that this is what women wear; in reality, I looked like a whore, and most men called me a whore today. I always got turned on whenever a man humiliated me.
I shouldn't regret my actions because I was the one who initiated teasing them, constantly flashing my ass in this short skirt. Even though I was shameless, it was exciting. Before attending my following interview, I had to get lunch; I was hungry. I was lucky to see a street hot dog stall along the way. It was so crowdy with a lot of people. There were mainly men. Are they going to grope, or it's just my mind wants them to feel me? I'd never experienced groping in public, but with this skimpy attire, I could feel hands all over my body. But the thrill of men wanting my body wants me to go in, even though I know that me being a shameless degenerate woman, will try to get pounded even with the slightest touch.
My Mind: This is the first time you are true to yourself, rather than acting like a bitch all the time seducing men leading to sex, Which you believed was ****. Which women will think to eat lunch for dick in public? With this, in conclusion, you have a worth of a whore.

Did I think about sex the moment I saw men? There is no denying that I couldn't be more disgusting. Well, it's not like I'm a prude, and considering the past two days, I was already whoring around like a free hooker. I realized it was okay to be a whore, as I had already ruined my character in front of multiple men, and what's the harm in spreading my legs for some random strangers. With that clear picture in mind, my body started moving into the crowd knowing the consequences. I crawled to the middle, pushing my body, and I felt a few elbows touching my boobs and hands on my ass. I should instead be uncomfortable, but to think that I enjoyed their touches instantly made me wet, and I was excited about what could happen next. In a few seconds, I felt multiple hands feeling up my body, two hands on my boobs and three on my skirt, two on my ass, and one on my pussy. It was hard to catch my breath, and I left out a few moans, which made them more comfortable molesting me. Not many people could see me in that crowd as they surrounded me. Now it was perfect for them to enjoy, whom am I kidding? I wanted this the most in this risqué position of being groped in public. If they decide to fuck me now in the open, I couldn't even resist my moans and care about people looking at me. If the crowd knows, someone would definitely film me and post it online. There are countless possibilities of me ending up on porn sites, branded as an exhibitionist slut pounding on the street if I don't stop it before it gets worse.

But at this moment, I wanted to be a whore and enjoy this with all those regrets. As I finally gave in to the lust, a man came to my front, pulled my skirt up, slid his hands inside my panty, and inserted two fingers in my cunt. I came as soon as he entered my pussy; they were so excited that a man from behind put his fingers in my ass. I was enjoying this with pure ecstasy; I undid my tie top to give them a better grip on my firm boobs; having five hands on my body did wonders; I came again in under five minutes. After seeing my climax, they left as soon as a commotion broke out from my orgasm, and they left immediately.

I took my lunch and left the area, thinking that public adventures took me to a different high. The risk was huge, but the thrill wanted me to do it again. But this fun will cost me in the long run. How disgusting would it look to the people I know, especially John? How long can I keep this a secret from him? The exciting part is keeping it a secret from him is already beyond moral values. Knowing this is my true self; I am a despicable person and a cheating slut. It can't be helped until he finds it because my appetite for sex is growing.

I finally reached the modeling agency, entered the lobby, and told the receptionist I was there for the secretary interview. She looked very professional compared to me in night club attire, which I fooled myself into being work attire, and gave me a distraught look. She said her name was Stacy, and would report the higher-ups. Stacy returned and told me the boss expected me to meet him in his cabin. Before leaving, she approached me and said, look, don't be a slut, or they will definitely exploit you for various reasons. I couldn't think about anything for a moment.
Me: Do you mean whoring around?
Stacy: Yes! Is it that hard to understand?
Me: But why would they do it
Stacy: They usually wouldn't, but you being dressed this way, they will start for sure.
Me: Excuse me! says the one who is not as hot as me.
Stacy: Being hot and being slutty are two different things; just look at your makeup; you look like you sucked someone's cock on the streets.
Well, it's not like she is wrong; I like riling up someone to humiliate me. Making people say that I'm a slut just turns me on.
Stacy: you know, be their whore so that at least other female workers can work in peace.
I had no words for her because, knowing myself, I might do that without her saying that. I went into the boss's cabin for the interview. He was browsing my resume. As I entered, his gaze shifted to my body, As I assumed my body was more qualified to look than my resume.
Boss: Why should I hire? There is nothing attractive in your resume.
I wasn't expecting that, and I thought my body would do wonders and be smooth sailing. Should I loosen up my tie top a little? That would totally make me a bimbo with no brains.
Boss: You have graduated; why does it feel like you are working on the streets?
Me: Sir? I'm hot and fit, So I love showing off my body.
Boss: Oh, bold woman, I like that, but doesn't this attention trouble you?
Me: Do you mean men lusting over me? That wasn't a problem for me, Sir.
Boss: Good, We have a lot of men working at the company who work on women's clothing, lingerie, and some other products. They need some inspiration for them to get the work done. All the other women working are so uptight because some men can't control their urges and sexually harass them. Will you be okay if they hit on you?
Me: Having fun in a while would also help me relax, Sir.
Boss: You seem like you had lots of experience with men, Don't just fuck in the open, all right.
Me: hmmm, Why will I do that, sir? I'm not a slut.
Boss: Only a slut would be dripping her juices right now.
Fuck why am I always like this? When I think about men lusting over me, my cunt drips off juices.
Me: Please excuse my actions, sir.
Boss: Well, you would be perfect for the office whore.
Me: No sir, I'm not a whore; I just want to work usually like others.
Boss: Look, you don't have the skills to back that; at least let me use your body to make money from other men.
Me: give me a chance, sir; let me prove myself.
Boss: Aaah, what a hassle. Two of my workers are pretty lax in the workshop. Could you make them work, and I'll consider your position?
Thank god he gives me a chance; I don't want my dreams to become real. I know it's disgusting that someone wants to be an office whore. Having fun in secret is more fun than everybody knowing I'm a whore for men in the office. The only problem is how I control my lust; I'm afraid that I might do what the boss had wanted me to in the first place. Let's release my urges before going to them so that I can think with my brain rather than lust. I entered the women's bathroom, but two women were already adjusting their makeup. So I came out and went inside a storage room. I quickly slid my panty and started fingering myself with one hand closing my mouth. Later a man entered the room to search for something; I hid in the corner but couldn't stop my hand. It felt better knowing that someone in the room could be caught. I wished to be seen by him, and unknowingly I moved a box with my legs, which caught his attention.

This was humiliating as I didn't stop even after that; I was masturbating looking at him. I was such a trashy human being; I already undid my short-tied top, exposing my boobs and moaning in a soothing voice to lure him. He decided not to make me restless; he moved to me, placed his hand inside my pussy, and kissed me. Knowing I was this wet, he didn't wait long, pushed me to my knees, and opened his pants. I removed his underwear and started sucking his dick. In four minutes, he lifted me up and made me stand in a wall-lean position, and started fucking me. It felt crazy having sex with a stranger in an office storage room. My body faces towards the door; I'm this close to becoming what the boss told me earlier; for a second thought, it wasn't that bad. Fuck this is crazy; this is what lust does to my mind; always let me do morally wrong things. He was pounding with great passion; soon, we both climaxed together, which made me feel very good. I adjusted my dress and ran away from the room. Fuck, to imagine releasing my urges with someone's dick inside me was not what I thought. I wanted to prove myself worthy, and the next moment I fuck someone. At least I wanted to finish the task given by the boss. I went to the warehouse, and I saw two workers arguing with each other. I guess they are the ones that I need to sort out.
Me: Hey, boys, why don't you start working already? The boss wants t get the work done.
Workers: Which boss? I guess you entered the wrong building; we ordered no hookers.
Me: Who told you guys that I'm a hooker? I work in this company.
Workers: You look neither an office lady nor a model wearing that outfit. Or is this new clothing launched by the company?
Me: Gosh, I'm the new secretary, now will you tell me why you guys were not working?
Workers: We discussed the fabric for the new apparel, cotton or silk. Neither of us is budging.
How do I resolve this? So for a quick solution, I wore them and checked which one was better, and they agreed. As I was trying the first one, they were eagerly waiting for me to show up. Fuckkk, I forgot that I'm going to wear lingerie to show them. It's already too late because I'm excited. I showed them the first one they were already in awe. They were strolling all over me, looking from different angles. They checked the design and asked me if they could check the quality. Horny me told them okay, as they touched my boobs first, I mean the bra. I can feel the fabric from their touch while they check the lace panty. Their hands on my ass cheeks felt so sensitive; I could feel butterflies inside my stomach again. To think that I'm this horny just after a fuck. They were undoubtedly enjoying this as I controlled my lust not to cum in front of them. They told me to wear the second one, and as I went to them, they had already started to check the quality, Under my boobs and below the stomach. They wanted to check the fabric on the other side. If I allow them, they will definitely know how wet I am and can unquestionably imagine myself sucking their dicks. But me knowing that I'm a nasty slut, I told them okay. They put their hands inside my panty and were very happy. I lost myself in reality and submitted to them.

Workers: Hell yeah, this bitch is totally asking for it.
Me: Aaaah, yeaaa. This is my job, Mmmmm, to check if a couple loves this in intercourse.
Workers: An working woman never works like a whore; now get on your knees.
Me: Who cares if I'm a whore, if I get my work done, aaaaah.
Workers: The only work you'll be doing is bending over.
Me: Ahh, yes fuck me hard.

I have done it again; no matter where I go always get fucked by men. I've bent down and let one fuck my ass while the other filled my mouth. I needed to know the bitch I am every time I think about John while having sex. To make it worse, it turns me on more.

Workers: Why don't we film it and make sure the fabric works well in intercourse, haha?
Me: Noo, it's against Aaah. yeaaaa, the company's policy.
Workers: What policy? We will say we hired a hooker to check the designs, and she couldn't handle her lust.
Me: Ohhh, mmmm, okay.
Worker 1: She is nuts and says she is a working woman, haha; we must film this.
Worker 2: I'm sure she wants more people to see how slutty she is.
Me: Ahhhh, funking yess, you can show this to others, but you must shade my face.
Workers: What a slut, just film her already.

This is crazy. Did I say that? One started fucking me in a standing doggy-style position holding my neck up. The other started filming me. Gosh, I never did something this slutty, letting someone film me consensually, and I'm enjoying this. I might just fuck up this pretty badly.

Worker 1: How does your ass feel when I pound your pussy in this position, darling.
Me: It just feels soo good in my wet slutty pussy.
Worker 2: Tell them how you will find a boyfriend wearing this, as it goes down well with a sundress.
Me: Ohh aaa, mmm, I already have a boyfriend.
Workers: So you are letting us fuck you when you already have a boyfriend?
Me: Is it wrong to have sex while you have a boyfriend?
Workers: Oh, what a cheating slut we have here. Did you do this before?
Me: Oh, aaah. Yesss, that slutty pussy you have been fucking hard had 12 customers today.
Workers: What! are you serious? Then you don't have any issues if we use your holes wisely.

I enjoyed exposing my dark secrets in front of the camera, the one behind me lay on his back in a reverse cowgirl position, so they both inserted their dicks in my holes.

Workers: You also had two dicks in you before, right?
Me: I also had one in my mouth, as two filled my other holes.
Workers: Look at your face; you are enjoying this.
Me: Oh yea, cheating on my boyfriend gives me the best pleasure.
Workers: I feel sorry for him when he knows his girlfriend is a cheap whore.
Me: aaaah, Mmmm, I've been a perverted bitch that fucked every man she interacted with me in the past two days, no matter where, in the gym, public toilets, school toilets, etc.
Workers: Ohoho, what a degrading bitch you don't mind you sharing with other workers, right?
Me: If they fill both my ass and pussy simultaneously.
Workers: Oh, they will gladly do that.

With this trash talk, I helped them climax with me. I soon wore my clothes and ran from there. What I did was unquestionably not moral; this always happens when I'm horny. But I again let someone film me while having sex. I should not regret and enjoy it at the same time anymore. I don't know how to face the boss now; he would think of me as a two-faced bitch. But I entered his cabin and shamelessly told him that I did the job he asked.

Boss: Oh really! How did you resolve it?
Me: Umm, I talked my way through them.
Boss: But why did you go to the store room first?
Fuck why does he know that? Do you think I should still try my luck?
Me: I entered that because I thought it was a washroom.
Boss: Then you randomly sucked one of my male staff just like that, right
I'm busted; things got out of hand way before I was horny.
Boss: You were masturbating like a pervert and seduced the man that came in, and you wanted to do a typical job even though you don't have any skills.
Me: I'm sorry I was a bit horny that time.
Boss: A bit! I saw everything from the camera in the warehouse; I felt disgusted to give you a chance.
Nooo, this is hella bad; He saw me fucking two workers and the level of lewdness I expressed to them. He can report me to the police authority for this, doing indecent behavior in his office. I'm screwed if he decides to make a call, I don't know if I should be sad or excited knowing that my videos will hit the internet and I'll be branded as a nymphomaniac perverted slut on the media. Fuck why am I getting horny again?

Me: Boss, I'm sorry, please I'll do anything you say.
Boss: Hmmm, having a whore in the office is fun; I'll decide what you wear and what you do in the office. For starters, why don't you drop on your knees?
Well, this offer would be better than what I thought; I instantly dropped to my knees and started removing his belt, pulled his pants, and licked his cock from the underwear. To be more slutty, I smelled his stench, which gave me a sex drive.
Boss: You didn't even resist; you would be very busy here with your talents.
Me: Thank You, Boss; I'll never let you down.
Boss: Yess, you just let down every man in this company.
Fuck, he definitely has plans to fill cocks inside me, Fuck, it's already exciting to be used by multiple men, and I'll be getting paid. What does that mean? Everybody will know I'm a slut in no time. Fuck this is sexy; all the men in the company will try to ****, ****, and **** me. I just can't believe it; I orgasmed, sucking his cock; just how deprived am I?
Boss: Oh yea, bitch take this thick load of mine

I got the part-time secretary position, at least on paper. I exited the office and headed for the final interview; at least I needed to control my lust there, or I'll be damaging my reputation again. I got a feeling that second might be easy with my current state of mind.