At 6 a.m., the alarm blares, and seconds later, the lock on the cage where I slept naked clicks open. A timer controls it, so Mistress doesn’t have to get up to let me out. Groggy, I crawl out, struggling to stand. I stretch, yawn, and tiptoe to the door of the attic dungeon. Moving quietly down the stairs, I head to the bathroom. I grab a measuring cup, press it against my pussy, and relieve my bladder into it. Then, I drink it down, my own morning piss. I turn on the shower, wait for the perfect temperature, and step in. I wash my hair, then soap up my body, lingering on my tits, feeling my hard nipples.
Pinching them hard sends a jolt of pain that makes my pussy clench. My hands slide down to my needy cunt, and I finger myself. God, I’m so horny! I rub my clit fiercely until I cum, waves of pleasure crashing through me. After washing off, I step out, dry myself, and walk naked to the room with our wardrobes. I pick a red dress with white flowers, slipping it over my bare body—no bra, no panties. Black low-heeled shoes complete the look. In front of the mirror, I check myself out.
My nipples poke through the tight fabric, and when I lift the short dress, my bare pussy stares back. I’m already getting wet again. Every step rubs my sensitive nipples against the dress, driving me wild. I head downstairs, pack my lunch with my laptop, and leave. The cool breeze brushes my naked, wet pussy, making me even hornier.
It’s a 20-minute drive to work, and on the long stretches, I can’t resist playing with my pussy with my free hand. At a stoplight, I’m rubbing my hard clit when a middle-aged man pulls up beside me. If only he knew how turned on I am. The light turns green, and I snap out of it. At the office, I sit at my desk with my legs slightly spread. I’m alone for now, but that doesn’t last.
Suddenly, my manager storms in. “Follow me!” he barks. I trail him to his office. “On your knees. I didn’t wash my cock this morning, so clean it.” I obey, unzipping his pants and pulling out his already hard dick. As I peel back the foreskin, a faint piss smell hits me. I take him in my mouth, tasting it, sliding his cock in and out of my throat, sucking hard. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck it, slut! You’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever had. Tight little throat. Lick my balls while you blow me, dirty bitch!”
He grabs my head, fucking my throat hard. I try to lick his balls each time his cock plunges deep. His phone rings. Still gripping my head, he keeps thrusting while answering with his other hand. “Yeah… okay… sounds good. Got time now? I’ve got something tasty here… Cool, see you soon.” He hangs up, tosses the phone on his desk, and yanks my head off his cock. “Strip, slut. Hands behind your back.”
He ties my hands, then shoves his cock back in my mouth. I open instinctively at the sight of it. He’s pounding my throat when another man walks in. “Whoa, that’s hot!” the newcomer says. “Meet the office whore,” my manager pants. “Free, available anytime.” The man steps behind me, groping my tits. “Fuck, these are nice. I’m getting hard already.” “Want her pussy?” my manager asks. “Hell yeah!” No one asks me, of course.
My manager pulls out, locks the door, grabs my hair, and drags me over the narrow end of his meeting table. He resumes fucking my throat while the other man drops his pants and slides his cock into my dripping pussy. “She can deepthroat like a pro, huh?” the man behind me says. “Yeah, trained since she was young,” my manager replies. “Knows her place—serving men. Never complains, even if you take her without asking.” “Nice! More women should be like that,” the other guy chuckles. They fuck me in silence, grunting.
My manager pulls out, slaps my face, and rams his cock back in. After a while, the man behind me cums hard, jerking as he empties into my pussy. “Fuck… when you slapped her, I lost it!” he groans. He pulls out, and my manager takes his place, slamming into my cunt. “Whore! Filthy bitch! I’m gonna cum!” he roars, unloading inside me. The other man zips up, and my manager wipes his cock with a tissue. “Get dressed and get out, slut!” he snaps. I slip my dress back on, he unlocks the door, and I return to my desk.
An hour later, at the coffee machine, someone grabs my tits from behind. “Morning, sexy. I’m horny and need to fuck. Got the key to the server room?” I nod. He drags me to the room—I’m the only one on this floor with a key. I unlock it, and he shoves me inside, locking the door. Without a word, he bends me over a table, lifts my dress, and rams his hard cock into my pussy. He fucks me hard, pulling my hair with each thrust, and cums quickly, spilling into me. I suck his cock clean as his cum drips down my legs. Just over an hour at work, and I’ve already taken three loads.
Back at my desk, I see the weekly “CD” meeting, CumDump, in 15 minutes with three men. My pussy gets wet thinking about being used again. I knock on the meeting room door, and it opens a crack. Seeing it’s me, they let me in and lock it. Two men are already naked, jerking off. I strip off my dress, instantly naked, and kneel between one man’s legs, taking his hard cock in my mouth. He grabs my head, forcing it down until I’m licking his balls. I choke as my hands are tied behind my back. They lift me onto a chair, and a cock slams into my pussy, fucking me roughly while another brutally rams my throat. The third man jerks off beside me, torturing my nipples. The pain shoots to my clit, and I pray he keeps going—I’m about to cum. My orgasm explodes, shaking my body. Bound, abused, and in pain—it’s pure bliss. The men switch places, cumming one by one in my pussy and mouth. As they zip up, I’m left draped over the chair, dripping with cum. “What a whore!” one says. “Only thing she’s good for,” another adds. They untie me, I wipe myself with tissues, slip on my dress, and they leave. Six loads this morning.
Then an email pops up: Hey slut, I’m in the camper today. Meet us in the parking lot during lunch.
The “us” means multiple men. I head out and spot the camper. Four naked men are waiting, stroking their cocks. Someone grabs my dress and yanks it off. One lies face-down on a table, spreading his cheeks. “Lick my ass, filthy bitch!” he yells. Someone grabs my hair, shoving my face into his crack. My ass is lifted, and a cock slides into my pussy. I brace myself on the table, jerking off the man whose ass I’m licking. It tastes raw. I push my tongue into his anus, stroking him until he cums.
They pull me up by my hair, throw me across the table, and force a cock into my mouth. Another fucks my pussy. They switch for 30 minutes, using me relentlessly. I let it happen—I was born for this, a sex toy for men. One by one, they cum and leave. I only saw two of them clearly; the others were a blur. It doesn’t matter who fucked me, I don’t get a say. Alone with the camper’s owner, he shoves me off the table. “Lick the cum off the floor, dirty whore!” On my hands and knees, I obey. “You let six guys fuck you! What a slut!” he yells, kicking me. I grab my dress, pull it on, and leave. My nipples, still hard, rub against the fabric.
It’s 1 p.m., 12 loads already. In the bathroom, I strip off my dress, sit on the toilet with my legs spread, and finger my clit, reliving being used as a cumdump. I cum hard.
The rest of the afternoon is quiet, so I sneak to the bathroom four more times to masturbate, still buzzing with horniness.
