Having learnt her place over the first few days of her new life as the company black -slave-sex-slut she managed to get by till the end of the week without any further infringement and although during her time at the office several different men grabbed her ass, slapped her ass, one woman from IT came past, a middle aged woman of Indian heritage came over to her desk, looked down at her, told her she was just a “black whore slut” and spat in her face and walked off. Ayanna chose not to wipe off the glob of spit slowly dripping down her nose and cheek and carried on working.
Each day she was given a sexier and more revealing outfits to wear. On Friday she couldn’t believe the outfit. She had come from the bathroom after her shower and opened the bags to find a ridiculous American style teenagers cheerleader outfit in red. It was a tight red skirt that barely covered her full round ass cheeks and a top that wasn’t much more than a sports bra leaving her flat stomach on show. She checked the bag several times there was no underwear. “OMG!” She thought, the skirt was so short that with no panties her pussy would be on show from any angle if she wasn’t standing totally upright. The vest style top was also of quite thin material and although not see-through her nipples would be very visible through the material.
There were little red ankle socks and pumps for her to wear and of course she was told to wear her collar. She had managed to keep this hidden from Alexander, quickly taking it off when she arrived home and putting it back on before she left the house.
Ayanna had notice that her elderly neighbour opposite now seemed to unnecessarily put out his bins every day.
“Morning Ayanna,” He smirked as she walked past.
Ayanna: “Morning Mr. Samson.”
She could feel his eyes burning into her lovely round ass cheeks as they visibly undulated underneath the short, tight cheerleader’s skirt as she walked on down the road.
As ever on the underground commute she had to stand for the whole journey, her eyes down to avoid eye contact being ogled by everyone on the train. She felt she must look quite ridiculous, as an attractive young woman, on the way into the city, dressed as a teenager cheerleader wearing a ‘masters’ collar.
On the way to the 33rd floor she was mortified she had to share the lift with another middle-aged man from her office, David Harris, a short man with neatly combed hair, turning grey. He had a few wrinkles, with glasses perched on his nose for his reading and computer work. He was wearing a tidy, buttoned-up shirt, with a tie and a grey suit. He was on the heavier side probably from sitting at his desk job most of the day, and he carried a briefcase.
Along with him was another cleaner, an elderly man Arthur Collins, who had a slightly hunched posture from his years of physical work, thinning grey hair. He wore a grey long coat with black trousers and practical shoes for cleaning. He had with him a cleaning cloth and a mop bucket. He had rough looking hands from years of work, and his face showed a tired despondency from a life of drudge and boredom.
Ayanna wasn’t at all surprised, but just as ashamed, when she felt a hand grasp each of her lovely round ass cheeks. The problem was today her skirt was so short that within seconds both hands were underneath her skirt and on her bare flesh. She stared straight ahead and did her best to ignore the groping abuse, but then one rough old hand was between her legs and a finger sliding along her already wet little pussy. She couldn’t help but moan both in dismay, but also in her submissive arousal.
One podgy hand was groping and caressing her right ass cheek then there was a bony rough hand between her thighs and tickling her little pussy, then she gasped as a long bony finger pushed up into her wet little sex hole. The humiliation, that she had to just stand here and these men, fellow employees at her work, were fondling her intimately like she was just a piece of meat for their enjoyment.
Then the lift doors opened she went to step forward but was held for a moment by the two men with their hands on her, then the bony finger in her little wet pussy slipped out and the other man lifted her skirt to totally bare her lovely round ass and gave her right cheek a very hard loud slap.
Ayanna: “Thank you Mr. Harris,” she said shamefully but so turned on.
Mr. Harris: “Leave the skirt up, slut.”
At the loud noise the other people in the open plan office all turned to see her stepping out of the lift with the skirt rucked up, her head down in shame, and walk across the office with her ass bared, undulating so damn sexily as she walked and a big red hand mark across her right ass cheek. She sat, still with her ass on show, looking amazing showing at the back of the chair. With her new desk in the centre of the office and all had a good view of her, they could see her stunning round black ass hanging over the edge of the chair. She got to work and tried to ignore her humiliation and her dripping little pussy.
At 2 pm like clockwork, she received a message from Arabella on the company messaging system, “Black slut, come to my office immediately!”
Of course, when she stood to walk to the lift everyone in the office looked up knowing she was going upstairs for some sex humiliation. Ayanna knew also that she should not adjust her skirt and leave her luscious round ass fully on show for the whole office to watch as she walked.
Arriving on the next floor she was surprised to see Arabella sitting at her desk, alone.
Ayanna: “Good afternoon, Mistress.”
Arabella: “Afternoon slut! Why do you have your fat ass on show? You love showing off your slutty body don’t you bitch?”
Ayanna: “Yes, Mistress.” Ayanna hung her head in shame.
Arabella: “Put you hand on my desk and bend over, let me slap those big round fat cheeks for you.”
Ayanna: “Yes, Mistress,” And she complied.
“Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,”
“Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,” “Slap,” “Arghh,”
Arabella loved watching the other young woman’s firm round ass cheeks ripple with each hard slap and watch the skin start to purple, nicely.
Arabella: “Sort your skirt out and stop flashing all the pervs in this office, slut.”
Ayanna smoothed the short skirt down over her stinging round ass cheeks and straightened up.
Arabella went back behind her desk, pressing the intercom for the bosses’ offices, “The slut-sexy-toy is here for you sir.”