Her descent into slutdom begins.
Enjoy..
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Linda becomes office slut
I hate Monday, thought Linda as she logged into her computer another week of boredom stretched out ahead of her. Although Linda had been working for the last 25 years she had been finding it increasingly difficult to motivate herself recently.
Linda worked for a finance company in London, which sounded much more glamorous than it actually was. Still she needed the money since her husband had been made redundant the previous year and the family finances depended on her.
At 45 Linda was settled with a husband she loved and two bright children, they owned a house in the suburbs and a Volvo. All the things she thought she ought to have at her age, still something was missing and Linda couldn’t put her finger on it.
She knew that her sex life had been reduced to zero following her husband’s redundancy but she couldn’t blame him as she knew that he had taken the news badly. He moped around the house unsure of his worth and depressed about his inability to find more work the last think on his mind was his wife’s sexual satisfaction.
Still, thought Linda at least I have my looks, thanks to regular trips to the gym. Linda was rightly proud of her tight body, she had been blessed with long legs and high firm breasts that still turned heads in the office.
She had noticed several younger members of the office team quietly checking her out as she went about her tasks and occasionally took pleasure in flashing one of them her thighs whilst bending over to pick up a dropped pen or piece of paper.
These displays always excited her making her heart beat quickly and her face flush, she felt like such a slut exposing herself but it was a pleasure she afforded herself rarely as she felt guilty about the excitement it caused her.
A knock on her door dragged her from thoughts of slutty behaviour, Graham, her boss poked his head round the door “Hi Linda sorry to barge in on you but I was just passing, are you OK you look a little flushed”
“I’m fine” Linda tried to compose herself, Graham had leapfrogged Linda to his present position. She had never liked him, what made it worse was she had flashed her stocking tops at Graham in a moment of madness when he was the new office boy and she the old office hand. The thought still haunted her, she got the impression that he was stripping her every time he looked at her.
“Linda darling I need you to work late tonight, I have to report to the directors on performance tomorrow and I need the report from your section on my desk first thing in the morning. Ok Linda got to go, tomorrow morning, no later or I will have to put you over my knee”
And with that he was gone, asshole thought Linda. She didn’t appreciate the spanking reference either he was 15 years younger than her for gods sake who did he think he was. In Linda’s head flashed an image of herself bent over his desk with her skirt round her waist begging to be spanked.
She shook her head to dislodge the image, she must be mad, she didn’t want that pervert touching her, she couldn’t however dislodge the feeling of dampness in the knickers. Anyway if she was going to get home before midnight she had better start that report and stop thinking like a slut.
Linda immersed herself in her report and the rest of the day passed quickly, eventually the other people in the office went home leaving Linda alone. When she had finished the report she sat back and congratulated her-self on a beautifully crafted piece of corporate nonsense, that should shut the smug bastard up, she thought
She felt she deserved a rest and was seriously thinking about taking a day of sick tomorrow and having a nice lie in when the e-mail icon in the corner of her computer screen flashed, what now she thought. It was eight o’clock who would be sending her mail at this time of the day.
She opened it, no message just a link, it all looked innocent enough. Without thinking about it she clicked the link and immediately found herself logged into a porn page entitled “HousewifeSluts”. Christ thought Linda, Ill be for the sack if anyone finds out about this.
Before she could close the site something caught Linda’s eye, a picture of a respectably dressed middle aged woman who was sucking an extremely large cock while another man spanked her arse. She was wearing a suit not unlike Linda’s. She was bent over a desk in an office again not unlike Linda’s. The woman had a look of submissive acceptance accentuated by her attire, her stockings were laddered where she had obviously been groped and her knickers were stretched between her ankles.
Linda could feel her heart racing and her stomach had suddenly flipped over. She could feel a dampness in her knickers that betrayed the fact that her body was extremely turned on, while at the same time her mind was revolted. The woman looked so happy, so abandoned and accepting of her fate Linda found herself wishing that it was her getting spanked whilst choking down that gorgeous cock.
Almost without thinking Linda inched her skirt up her thighs, past her stocking tops and onto her black lacy panties, which she was shocked to find were sopping wet. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on, she felt like a naughty schoolgirl fingering her-self for the first time. She eased the sodden material aside and slipped a finger into her cunt and began frantically fingering herself.
Linda soon realised that she needed something bigger, her mind was obsessed with the penis in the picture and she wouldn’t be satisfied with anything smaller. Frantically she searched her desk for a worthy substitute she couldn’t find anything, she desperately craved something to fill her.
Across the room she spied a candle on another desk, it must of been a present given to a colleague, that would be perfect. Linda couldn’t get to it fast enough, she nearly fell over in her rush partly because her panties were round her knees and her skirt round her waist. She sat in a chair and sank the candle deep inside herself, this was more like it.
Her mind reeled with images of woman in submission with their evil masters punishing them for some trivial misdemeanour. Linda’s mind kept putting Graham in the evil master position with her cowering at his feet, but at this stage she was passed caring as her orgasm approached at breakneck speed.
Finally she came, letting out an all mighty scream as the orgasm crashed through her. She slumped into the seat like a rag doll with the strings cut, her heart was pumping fit to burst and she was trembling as she slowly recovered.
As her heart slowed the realisation of what she had done slowly washed over her. She panicked, frantically threw the candle into the bin and switched her computer off without logging out.
She rushed out of the office without a backward glance, the realisation of her feelings for Graham shocked and disgusted her, but she couldn’t get them out of her head. She had to get out of London and back to the sanity of suburbia.
Next Day
Linda arrived early to the office desperate to check that there was no indication of the previous night’s madness. Her mind raced as she replayed the events over and over again.
Everything in the office looked perfectly normal, almost as if she had imagined the whole thing, wishful thinking she knew. Calm down Linda, she told herself no one knows anything just forget it happened.
The report was still on her desk, Grahams face floated into the front of her mind “First thing tomorrow morning” his words echoed in her head. She scooped the file up and headed for the lift fingering the button for the second floor.
“Linda, darling you look like you were up all night” he grinned lewdly and winked at her. “here’s the report you asked for Graham, I hope its OK” “Linda I am almost disappointed, I was looking forward to spanking you” again the wink. Linda ignored him and turned to leave, “before you go I have the new training video for your team here”
“I wasn’t aware of this, my team are fully up to speed on the latest compliance regulations”
“This is new, just in. Watch it in one of the training rooms and then come back and give me feedback”
Before Linda could answer the phone on the desk rang, he answered it and waived her out of the room. More training groaned Linda, still at least it took her mind of the nagging sexual thoughts that she didnt seem to be able to stop. She was becoming increasingly alarmed that Graham seemed to be filling her head with images of depravity that she previously wouldn’t of entertained and was finding increasingly arousing.
Linda located an empty training room and put the video in the machine, she sat herself down and prepared for another tedious training tape. The first image that appeared froze her blood it was her office and there appeared to be only one person in it, Her. Linda could bearly look, she knew what was coming the image of herself staggering round the office in a state of undress filled the screen causing her to wretch with the horror of the whole situation.
She couldn’t believe it, Graham had set her up that was the only explanation. She couldn’t think straight, her heart was racing, she felt feint. This couldn’t be happening to her, she was a mother, a wife, she was on the PTA for fuck’s sake.