Your are found out immediately back at work

You grab the coffees and make your way back to the office. You can feel the nerves in the pit of your stomach, wondering what to expect when you get inside. You're practically soaking through your panties at the thought. You get to your building and ride the elevator up to your floor .

Your boss is waiting by your desk, with what looks like a glossy printout with a naked woman on it. You wonder what this might have to do with your new rules, when suddenly it occurs to you who the naked woman might be. How did they find out so fast?

Your boss notes your interest in the photos. "Jennifer," your boss says, "Can I have a word with you? In my office, please?"

"Uh, yes," you reply. The two of you enter his office.

He turns to you and exhales tensely through his nose. "Jennifer, you've been a model secretary as long as I've known you . Which is why I was a bit concerned when IT drew my attention to some photos on the internet," he says. "Do I need to show you these photos?"

"I'd like to see them," you answer softly.

He shows them to you wordlessly. As you suspected, it was a picture of you kneeling behind your desk completely naked, that you took one day on a very slow day when no-one else was at work. In a moment of excitement, you had posted it on a content aggregator website. Where it eventually came to the attention of one of the IT group who recognised the company logo on the window behind your desk. It shows just enough of your smiling face to make it difficult to deny it was you.

"Jenny," your boss says, "The rules about office sluts are new for everyone, but it's rather clear about what happens in situations like this. Can you provide me with any evidence that this is not a picture of you naked at work?"

Your can feel your face turn completely red. You say nothing.

"I was afraid so," your boss says. "Listen, I'm going to have to do some paperwork for this. Your status as office slut isn't official at the moment, and I can't be sure yet that you'll be happy to take on the responsibilities of your role. I thought that perhaps you would like to prepare for your new role in my office. I don't suppose you didn't bring any work-appropriate clothes with you, did you?"

You're a bit confused. "But I'm wearing work-appropriate clothes."

Your boss breathes through his nose again. "Sluts don't get to cover up their pussies," he says patiently. "Do you have any clothes appropriate for your new station, or not?"

You shake your head. "I don't, no."

"Fine," he says. "You're just going to have to do without then, and you might as well get started. I'm going to have to ask you to take off your trousers and your panties."

"H-here?" You ask, nervously.

"Yes. Get moving."

Your fingers shake as they move down to the button of your trousers. Your boss looks on at you with interest as you pull down the zip on your trousers, and let them pool on the floor. Your panties are soaked through, and you have to peel them off.

Your boss shakes his head. "I guess that removes any lingering doubts about what you are," he says. "What about your top? Take off your bra, and I suppose for now it will do to have your blouse half-way open."

You open your blouse half-way, which is more than enough to get a good view of your new C-cup breasts swinging inside. You take off your breasts, and notice your boss looking approvingly at your stiff nipples.

"Nice tits Jess," he tells you. He shakes his head. "They're really nice to look at, but this is going to take some getting used to. Maybe I should get started a bit." He sits down on his chair, and gestures to his lap. "I want you to sit-down and write an e-mail on my behalf, to the company-wide mailing list."

Your voice goes small. "Are you going to fuck me?"

Your boss shakes his head. "I need to warm up to this situation just like you do, so not just yet. But I'm sure you'll enjoy having my cock poking at your ass as you sit on me. Now get here and make yourself comfortable."

You walk over, and straddle his legs, slipping your own legs through the arms of his chair. Your pussy is really wet, and you're sure you'll leave marks on his trousers. You can't keep yourself from rubbing your pussy against the bulge in his trousers.

He has you write the following email:

"Dear employees of ContraVox,
The IT department recently discovered photos of a sexual nature of Jennifer Maddox on the internet, staged at her desk. Persuant to our recently distributed company policies regarding sexual exhibition in the workplace, Jennifer will be transitioning to a new role as the Office Slut. In addition to her existing responsibilities, everyone is advised that Jennifer is available for any sexual activities that you may wish to perform to, or with, her. In due course, HR will also arrange a meeting for each of you with Jennifer, in which you are to cum on or in the top half of her body as you see fit. For more information, please refer to the HR intranet website."

Your boss instructs you to press 'send', by which time your clitories is positively on fire. "That's that," he says, "the word is out now; just a bit of paperwork that needs doing. Would you mind letting me get up, Jennifer?"

You extricate yourself from his chair, and he rises from it as well. He casually unbuttons his trousers, which fall to the floor, and pulls his cock out through the fold in his boxers. He gently pushes down on your shoulders, pushing you to the floor, and grabs your hair slightly roughly to guide your mouth to his waiting member. You wordlessly take him inside and start caressing it with your mouth.

"You know, Jennifer," he says, "I thought one day you'd make good administrator material. That's probably flown out the window, now that everyone knows that you're a slut, but maybe it's better this way. Our policies were drafted to allow people to express themselves better. Hiding your sexual urges at work was obviously a little difficult for you, and before long it might have affected your work. I'd like to think I'm a sympathetic boss, so I'd like you to know that you can count on me to use that sexy mouth of yours on a regular basis."

You're caught up in the moment, your mind focused on the penis of a man that you don't really know but who had featured in your dreams for months on end. Soon, he is twitching, and your mouth floods with jets of salty liquid as he moans. He clutches you against his boxers.

"Wow, you're a great little cocksucker," your boss says with a gasp of genuine surprise. "The things we learn about each other on the job, eh? I guess I'm going to be learning about all kinds of hidden talents of yours in the next few weeks.

"Alright, up you get," he tells you. You stand up to face him, swallowing his semen. A little bit of cum that you didn't quite get is at the corner of your mouth. He pulls up his trousers and smiles at you. "Off you go then," he says, giving a breast a playful pat.