Mom's New Job Ch. 04

CHAPTER 4: EXECUTIVE SERVICES SLUT'S FIRST DAY

I woke that Monday morning about as horny as I have ever been and over the past couple days I had attained new levels of horny. Today was the beginning, though ... the real beginning. Yes, I had already done a lot to prove my commitment to being the Executive Services Slut (not the real title). I had submitted to Mr. Bartels, then sucked and fucked both Mr. Bartels, CEO, and Mr. Tillotson, Chairman of the Board. I had submitted to my fraternal twin sons, Mark and Paul, and been videoed being double penetrated by them at Mr. Bartels' extravagant residence and then been fucked by all three of them repeatedly.

Now, today, I would take the newly created role of Executive Services in the very private and restricted Corporate Executive offices contained on the top floor of an exclusive office tower in the center of downtown. Today, I would be introduced to the rest of the office as Mr. Bartels' submissive slut and be available also to those five other executives in the office as a slut.

My pussy was already lubricating. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror fresh from the shower. Even if I said so myself, I looked good. I wasn't pretending about my appearance, though. From Mr. Bartels to Mr. Tillotson to my boys, they had all gushed the same comments. At 37 years old, my breasts were still a mostly firm C-cup. I had removed all pubic hair at some point just for the feel while masturbating. I doubted I would be doing much masturbating any more unless directed to do so. My body was firm and trim, the result of a commitment I had made to myself not to allow depression to ruin my life.

I saw the smile form on my face. The craziest thing about all this was that I wanted it, truly wanted it. I had been surprised when the idea of giving myself to other men didn't upset me. Or, that submitting to a man other than one I had chosen was even possible. Discovering how much I truly was submissive had changed my perspective. Discovering that I could be a submissive slut was life changing. And, today, my changing life was going to become very real. I smiled at the sight. My nipples were hard with excitement. I could feel my pussy becoming slick with lubrication.

I arrived in the lobby of the office tower suddenly wondering how I was getting to the top floor when, "Ms. Freeman?" I turned to the voice of a security officer standing at his desk. His hand was extended holdng a plastic ID badge. "Welcome, ma'am," he added. "This will allow you access to the far elevator and the door of your office. Mr. Bartels alerted us to your arrival."

I smiled and saw him trying to discretely observe my body. Per instructions, I was wearing one of my only mid-thigh skirts and a white, short-sleeve blouse unbuttoned to about nipple level. No bra and no panties. The only thing I wore underneath was a pair of thigh-high stockings. I couldn't blame the security man from looking. The blouse was intended to show cleavage, the blouse was just sheer enough to allow a hint of my nipples, and no bra allowed my breasts to move underneath. All were per Mr. Bartels' instructions. I smiled at him as I studied the badge and turned, pretending I hadn't noticed or enjoyed his attention.

The badge worked at the elevator and at the massive wood door at the office. Upon entering the office, I scanned the doors on either side of the open center space. The six offices were obvious but I spied a few more doors I hadn't noticed Friday during my interview. Friday? Could it really have just just this past Friday that it had all started? I moved directly to the cubicle space in the center to find a complete setup of computer, laptop, tablet, phone (desktop and cell), and assorted supplies.

I dropped my purse on the desk and scanned the area, again. Most of the offices were still closed and dark. Mr. Bartels had said it was common for several of the executives to be out of the office somewhere. As I turned, I found Mr. Bartels in his office doorway watching.

"Good morning, Mary," he greeted enthusiastically.

"Good morning, Sir."

He approached. "How was the rest of your weekend?" Rest of my weekend. Wow. Late Friday afternoon, Friday night, and Saturday had seemed like nonstop fucking.

A giggle slipped out as I responded, "Yesterday was ... relaxed, Sir." He was watching me carefully, perhaps to see if there might be nerves or any hint of regret. I gave him a big smile with clarification. "I was a bit sore, Sir. Especially from the anal. My anal experience was quite limited and a very long time ago. The boys were gentle with me." I could see he was still curious. "Oh, they fucked me, Sir, but for the first time in our new relationship it was making love."

"Excellent! They are good young men, Mary. I like them."

He gave me a quick tour of the private executive office. The unknown closed doors turned out to a room for printer, copier, and office supplies. Another door was a small kitchenette with coffee maker. The last one I hadn't identified earlier was a restroom. He led me to his office and showed a door I hadn't noticed that was almost seamless in the back wall. A closet. He said it gets used in the winter for his overcoat. I noted several shirts neatly folded on a shelf. He noted my looking at them.

"On occasion, there is a need for a change due to spilling or rain." He paused. "There is room, Mary, for you to use if you want. You never know where cum might wind up," he added with a wicked grin.

He guided me back toward his desk on the other end of the office and pointed to a chair in front of it as he moved to take his desk chair. He said much of the office duties assisting the executives would undoubtedly evolve as they got used to her being there to assist. Clarifying the club thing, that was generally on Friday nights when most of them would be in the office. During much of the rest of the week, they would be in and out with out of town trips possible. Not to be chauvinistic (but that would be the least of the office attitude) the men would like the first cup of coffee delivered.

"And, of course, you can expect to be fucked and to suck cock. It might be in their office or at your desk. You should be dressed as much as possible when not being fucked but there may very likely be times when it is just convenient to walk naked from one office to the next when the demand has been made known."

"Yes, Sir," I responded casually and I was somewhat surprised by how much that felt real.

"In terms of your dress, I think there will be need of a change to reflect what will be expected of you."

"I ... uh ... understand, Sir, but ..." I stammered.

"Not to worry, Mary. I know your financial situation." He reached into his shirt pocket and slid a plastic card across the table. A credit card. Not a corporate card but one that appeared to be private. "We will identify what we think is appropriate for entering and leaving the building but also what will work for us in the office. Use the card to make the purchases. Mary," he leaned forward and focused on me to make the coming point, "don't go on the cheap. We dipped into our discretionary budgets to create that account. We will like to see you naked at times, obviously, but we will also want to see you well dressed in a sexy manner when dressed." Then, he smiled, "And, if the boys have some ideas, used the card for that, too."

The men began arriving. He picked up his desk phone and punched in some numbers and began talking with Human Resources by the sounds of it. When he hung up, he said there was paperwork required downstairs to finalize my promotion. It shouldn't take more an a couple hours for the system to catch up with the ID and security pass he already arranged for me.

I glanced at the executive offices, now with lights on and doors open, as I made my way past my cubicle for the door. Several of them were watching through the glass walls. I smiled in response and left.

When I returned an hour and a half later, I was quite aroused. I didn't know if Mr. Bartels had forgotten that with the blouse unbuttoned and without a bra would be noticeable downstairs. I was nervous when brought into the Director of HR as I held my arms under my breasts in a hope to control them. That didn't do much to hide the impression of my nipples which were quite aroused and hard. Mr. Bartels signaled for me to come back to his office on my return. The other executives were gathering in the conference room at the back, clearly evident through those glass walls.

"Sir?" I asked by way of alerting him to my entering his office.

"Mary, how did it go down there?" he asked with a mischievous grin on his face.

"You knew, didn't you, Sir?" He returned an expression that didn't quite work as innocence and not knowing what I was referring to. "You knew how my blouse, the number of buttons loose, and no bra was going to look."

"Were you embarrassed, dear?" he asked calmly.

"Yes, Sir, but ..." I paused and squinted my brows in thought about that. He waited. He was good at waiting for full responses. "I was ... I think maybe more nervous, Sir. I was nervous someone may think badly about you for the way I appeared."

He smiled. "A submissive response." I considered that but he clarified. "You followed my instructions perfectly. The blouse hinted at revealing your darker nipples, the number of open buttons and no bra were all by my direction. Your embarrassment was a natural response. Your concern about me, though, was putting me above yourself. Do you see?" He watched me as I took all that in and indicated my understanding. "I believe, Mary, that as we evolve, the two of us, there will be little you won't do for me." That sent a hot flash of arousal through me as I believed the level of my responses to him could increase. "And," he continued, "that should be reflected in your response to the boys should they escalate their interest, also." My God! I didn't doubt him. I felt the tingle of arousal before, instantly my pussy flooded. He smiled, "The idea excites you, Mary." Not a question. He could read me.

"Yes, Sir. I admit it does. I don't think ..." I paused for the words and that I wanted to express them, "I promised to be honest, Sir," I added, "I don't think I considered, even after the weekend, the depth of my submissiveness and where that might take me."

"We will explore that, Mary. And, it would be an honor for me to provide guidance to the boys, too." Oh my God, I thought. He was experienced with submissive women and he would train and mentor my boys in the same?

He stood and said it was time to meet the other executives. What would the meeting be? Was it all starting now in the first morning? Despite the swirling questions, though, my response pleased even me. I stood and followed behind him as he exited his office and turned to the conference room. Whatever the plan was, if there even was a prepare plan, I would not disappoint Mr. Bartels.

I followed Mr. Bartels into the conference room. There were five men, all a bit older than him. There were three on one side and two on the far side. Mr. Bartels took the chair at the end of the table and did not offer for me to sit so I stood next him. The seating at the table seemed customary.

"Gentlemen," he began, "you all received my announcement that today was a new day for our office." Smiles and nods. Apparently, I was the only one not allowed to simply nod my responses. "This is Mary Freeman and she has accepted our position of Executive Services with full understanding of what that means for her and us."

He turned his gaze to me, "Mary, I want you to get onto the table and stand in the center." Well, this was unexpected. Not seeing a step stool of any sort to make that graceful, I turned and sat on the edge of the table and swung my legs up to kneel and then stand after kicking my 3 inch heels off. "There is a purpose for this, Mary, beyond embarrassing you somewhat." The men all smiled because they could see my embarrassment. "As I said earlier, they and I will come up with clothing ideas for your appearance in the office."

"Yes, Sir," I responded even if it felt unnecessary. For one thing, I was testing to see if I still had a voice that would function.

"Gentlemen, Mary is a mom so her clothes are mom-clothes. We need to change that but still being acceptable for her to come to and leave the office." Six pairs of eyes examined me and the way I was dressed. I turned without instruction so every man had a look from various perspectives. "Mary," as he shifted from them back to me, "removed your blouse."

I immediately began unbuttoning, pulling the tails from my skirt and completing it. I slid the blouse down my arms and dropped it nearer Mr. Bartels who tossed it onto a side chair. I was blushing again but turned to each man, too.

"For a mature woman of 37 years, I think Mary has exquisite breasts," he offered as I turned to face each man.

"Exquisite, indeed, Arthur," one said.

"And with aroused, erect nipples," another offered. I continued to blush.

"Mary, the skirt." This was it. I definitely had no expectation of being so blatantly displayed but when it started it should have been predictable. I unfastened the catch at the side, lowered the zipper, and pushed the skirt over my hips. Gasps came from front and back with the sight of no panties. Again, I turned. Each man responding in some way, smile, murmur, at seeing my bare pussy.

"Mary," one said, "you are stunning."

"Thank you, sir," I replied.

"Arthur," another said obviously not to me, "how did you ...?"

"Gentlemen, Mary is a submissive who has denied her nature for a very long time. Not only her submissive nature but her sexual nature. I want to be clear, Mary is submissive to me and me, only." I glanced at him and saw his wink. These men didn't need to know my situation at home. "In the office, Mary is available to all of us but only in the office." Seeing nods, he added, "On this, I will require verbal assent." No compromise was in his voice.

"Understood, Arthur." "Of course, Arthur." "Yes, Arthur." came the responses.

"Mary, on your knees." I immediately knelt. "I will introduce each man and you will greet him with a kiss and accept his touch." I didn't respond in any way but to move to all fours to approach the first man, Tom Jones, Finance. I was aware of more than just approaching a man I didn't know to kiss, but my breasts hanging beneath me, my nakedness, and the men behind me having a clear view of my pussy and I wondered if they would be able to see just how aroused I was by looking at it. Mr. Jones moved his chair closer and with one hand held my head to kiss very passionately as his other hand fondled a breast. I thanked him, another uninstructed action on my part. The others followed in order around the table: Bob Thomas, Acquisitions; Jerry Abbott, Sales & Marketing; Larry Carson, Operations; and George Wilson, Legal.

Each man at least used one hand to fondle a breast. All the men ranged from 55 to 62 years old, all with graying hair, nearly bald or short, ranging from 5' 6" to 6' 0" tall and heavier than fit (very much unlike Mr. Bartels and I found I was somehow pleased by that).

I remained on my hands and knees to await my next instructions that I was confident would be coming. I wasn't naked on the table among them for mere show.

"I think after watching that process of introduction, there needs to be more. Mary, come sit at the edge of the table in front of me." I crawled the short distance to him, sat and swung my legs over the side, and reached out to him now that my hands were free. "Legs spread, dear," he instructed. I took his face in my hands and smothered him with the heat of passion I was feeling as his hands came to my available body. One nipple was crushed as two fingers plunged into my pussy. I gasped into his mouth. He whispered back, our lips in contact, "Make each believe." I responded by thrusting my tongue into his mouth.

But he was quickly finished and I knew to shimmy to the next man. "Oh fuck," Mr. Jones exclaimed as one of his fingers entered my pussy, "she's soaking wet, already."

"Hmmmm ... yes, good ... sir," I mewed into his mouth. He added another finger and thrust them in and out as he also mauled a breast as I kissed him.

When he broke the kiss panting, I thanked him, and moved to the next man and the next until I was back in front of Mr. Bartels. Each man had freely finger fucked me while we kissed. I sat in front of Mr. Bartels with short, ragged breathing, my breasts rising and falling, my nipples hard nubs, and my pussy leaving wet marks on the table.

"How may I serve all of you now, Sir?" I gasped. He smiled. I pleased him with my ready intent to serve but also it pleased him how I was physically responding and ready for more.

In a conversational voice, "You will go under the table, suck each man's cock until hard, then come out and lean over the table in front of him to be fucked. Go in reverse order this time starting with George." No response needed, I hopped off the table and crawled underneath and moving quickly to Mr. Wilson who was lowering his slacks and opening his legs for my approach. I heard him suck in a breath as my mouth covered his semi-hard cock. I sucked, pulled off, and licked up and down his already growing shaft. Retaking the shaft in my mouth, I sucked, twirled my tongue around the head, and plunged my mouth over it until my gag reflex warned me to stop.

"OH ... fuck ..." he exclaimed. "Her mouth is sooooo good."

"Wait until you enter her hot pussy," Mr. Bartels said. Had they known he had experienced me prior to today. Would he have told them to prepare them for this moment or would they have presumed it on their own?

"Enough, Mary," Mr. Wilson said, "as good as your mouth feels I want to fuck you."

I pulled my mouth off his hard cock as he pushed back from the table on the rolling chair. I scrambled out and quickly bent over the table, my butt facing him. I looked across the table at the executive closely watching as Mr. Wilson moved his cock over my pussy and pressed it in. My mouth opened and a low moan escaped as my first much anticipated office fuck began.

"Hmmmm ... yesssss ... sir," I moaned in response to Mr. Wilson's cock sliding in and out of my pussy as I caught glimpses of Mr. Thomas across the table watching. It was so wicked. Being naked among these men, being fucked by one while five others watched stroking their cocks in anticipation of their turn at me. I would have little need for much cock sucking, clearly, but I still would just to satisfy Mr. Bartels' instruction to me.

Mr. Wilson began thrusting hard and deep and it almost felt like there was a point to it more than a chance to fuck a willing woman. If I remembered later, I'd ask Mr. Bartels. I made the conscious effort to brace myself on the table with my elbows to allow my breasts to hang and sway by the thrusts into me. The boys had commented on how arousing that was and I was committed to providing as much as possible to these men, if not necessarily for them, to please Mr. Bartels. It was stunning to me how much pleasing Mr. Bartels was a focal point for me. He declared how deeply submissive I was and my acceptance of that was without effort.

I slipped a hand between my legs to stroke my clit and slide it over the thrusting cock into me. "OH ... FUCK ... YESSSSSS," I exclaimed with a pending orgasm I was holding off for his climax. "Fuck me ... sir ... I want ... your cum ..." as I felt his cock begin to pulse. I released my orgasm and washed his thrusting cock with hot orgasmic juice and clenching pussy. He grunted and thrust hard as his cock sent a spurt of cum and leaked more.

When he pulled out of my pussy, I turned as he collapsed back onto his chair. I bent over and kissed him hard before turning to go back under the table. I was stopped, though, by the next executive and pressed down over the table. It would appear I wouldn't be doing much cock sucking after all.

* * * *

"Mary, my office." Mr. Bartels caught me coming out of the office restroom where I had attempted to clean up after being fucked by five executives in the conference room. I was still naked but for stockings. My clothes and heels were on my still unused desk.

"Should I dress, Sir?"

He smiled, "Don't bother, dear. I'll put up with having to look at your beautiful, naked body." I giggled as I padded nearly barefoot to his office and sat in one of the visitor chairs across from him at the desk.

"You didn't fuck me, Sir," I stated the obvious looking across the desk at him.

He smiled, "Not for lack of desire, Mary. Watching you enthusiastically taking five cocks was quite a sight. But, the truth is that I don't know what might be your limit for comfort. Five fucks in quick succession might be approaching too much." He stopped and waited.

I smiled back at him. Need I wonder more why I submitted to this man so easily? He continues to prove to me that trust is paramount between us. "Not that I noticed, Sir." I looked across at him, our eyes locked. I glanced back at the open door and lowered my voice. "Terrible to say, Sir, but ... well, it wasn't like being fucked by my boys or you, Sir." He nodded with a faint smile of his own recognition. "Sir ..." I falteringly began, "maybe its not submissive to ask but ... will I be able to fuck or suck you today?"

"Is that so important, Mary?" he asked and watched.

"Yes, Sir, it is. I ... feel like it is, Sir. Very important." I stopped but he remained silent watching. "I realized something while being fucked that I think was insightful of what is happening. I submitted to you, Sir. I was being fucked by the other men but you were my ground, my anchor to the moment. I had multiple orgasms with the men but the pleased look on your face was satisfying in a powerful way. Does any of this make sense, Sir?"

He smiled. "Yes, dear. It means you are a deep submissive. And, by the way, how are the boys doing?"

"They struggle with it. That's not important, though. They will come to understand that, too. What is important is that we have each other."

"I'm curious, does not being their biological mother ease the fucking for you?"

I shrug my shoulders, "I don't know. I'm still their mom to them regardless and I am still their mom in my feelings. What I do know is that this has become something very powerful for me. I have the love of a mother for them but now adding to it the love of a lover for them." I watch his face for reaction and not sure what I saw. "And, I have you, Sir. Even if the boys aren't able to be dominant for my submissive response, I have you. You give me that release and I can carry that over to the boys. So ... thank you, Sir."

"I am truly happy for you, Mary. You and the boys." He glanced at his watch. "Go ahead and get dress and we'll get some lunch." I stood and took a step toward the door. "And, Mary ..." I turned back to him, very aware of my nakedness in his office and that I would be dressing in the open area, "I will very definitely be fucking you later." I smiled, a very honest, pleased smile.

* * * *

"Mom?!" came the excited call as I entered the house from the side door near the garage after my first day at the office. Both boys rushed around the corner to greet me, smothering me between them in hugs.

"What is that wonderful smell?" I asked when they released me.

"Spaghetti," Mark said brushing past that, "how was your first day?"

"Tell us what happened," Paul added.

I managed to get them to wait for a few minutes for dinner to get started. They explained that they wanted to do more to take pressure off me and asked the Home Economics teacher at school what they could do easily for dinner. They laughed that she was so stunned by the request that she promised to work with them on easy to make dinner choices. Spaghetti was the first. I had to smile with the pride I felt nearly overwhelming me. Their interest in having me submit to them, too, had been to relieve me of some decisions by allowing them to instruct me but what they were actually doing was take over household functions like dinner that was far more effective. And, they came to that consideration on their own.

I stripped out of my clothes there in the kitchen and piled them on the counter. Naked was the way they wanted their mother and naked I would give gladly give them. They frequently watched my breasts and nipples as I described the activities in the office starting with the conference room and Mr. Bartels later in the afternoon. My nipples were hard nubs and my pussy wet with arousal as I ate and described my day.

After dinner, I offered to clean up but they refused. "Should I change into something else for you?" I asked as they were busy at the sink.

Paul turned around with a big smile, "Naked. Stay naked, mom. After a story like that, we need to fuck you, too."

I already love my new life.