Sally turned Pt.1

Her bosses make an outrageous proposal.

And then, just as I had begun to feel I was settling in, it started; out of nowhere, a perfectly typical exchange with Mr Nathan about the next batch of manuscripts to be sent back to their hapless authors with rejection letters, he said it; 'If you were to come over here and use your pretty mouth on my cock, we could discuss some quite attractive side benefits.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 25 minutes; 5300 words

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Sally turned Pt.2

The ravishing concludes; we learn why she writes.

Holding me, his dick still semi-hard inside me, his voice rumbles, responding to my little laugh of incredulity, of wonder; 'I'm glad you're entertained, pretty, but your mouth has duties to perform. It's your job to clean me up, you see— to suck away all this stickiness.' And then, somehow, I was on my knees in front of him, confronted again with his gnarly cock, now shining with our mingled juices, his hands at my shoulders, then on my head. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 12 minutes; 2500 words

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Sally turned Pt.3

She begins to understand what whoring herself really means.

As for my first fucker, Sir James, he had not finished with me that night; smiling, standing over me, kneeling naked at his feet, still breathing hard and brokenly from the twin effects of breath deprivation and having my mouth filled with his thick come, he shifted, deliberately made his cock slap into my cheek, insolent, demanding; 'Entertaining as that was, girly, you haven't accomplished your task in the slightest— if anything, it's stickier now than it was before; I think you need to try again— only this time maybe just use your tongue. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 15 minutes; 3200 words

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Sally turned Pt.4

She struggles with acceptance, then submits to Ms F.

I awoke gradually, heavy limbed, floating in the sort of whole body experience of deep relaxation that only ever, in my experience comes the morning after a bout of no-holds-barred sexual intensity; my thoughts were like melted chocolate, smooth and sweet and slow, my whole being languidly relaxed, luxuriating in a feeling of warmth and looseness that was like a welcome gift. But a gift for what? I lazily considered the question, while the answer formed, gradually impressing itself upon my drowsiness, the answer which, when it finally came, would astonish me, brazen in its clarity: last night, I had taken a big step towards becoming a company whore. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 39 minutes; 8200 words

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