Sally is Inducted

"Oh my gosh, it's too small!"

There was no doubt about it. Sally had told Mr Lexington that she was definitely a size 10, but the t-shirt couldn't be more than a 6! She wished her breasts weren't quite so large. The black cloth was stretched to its utmost over them, so that it had become almost transparent, and her nipples -- oh, why were they always so hard? -- poked out like two cherries. And it was so short! If she pulled it down, then the tops of the nipples came into view, but if she raised it a little to cover them, then the bottoms of her breasts peeped out underneath!

This certainly was a strange induction day. When Mr Lexington told Sally that she had been successful in her application for the position of Reception Officer, he said that her first day would be an induction day. He had said that she would be required to wear a uniform and Sally was fine with that. But this uniform was very strange.

"One of our strictest rules," he had said, "is that all Reception Officers must wear the corporate uniform. Black t-shirt, black skirt, black shoes. It prevents favouritism. And we assign each Reception Officer a corporate name for use on corporation business. When you've changed into the corporate uniform, I'll inform you of your corporate name."

And then he had given her the bag, like a shopping bag, that contained her uniform, and sent her to the change room.

She sighed. Oh, well. It was the same for everybody, so it couldn't hurt. It was a pity she hadn't worn a bra, but then her breasts were so firm that she never needed one. She looked to see what else was in the bag.

She reached in and pulled out the next garment. Knickers. Well, perhaps that was a little unusual, providing employees with knickers, but she supposed it showed how much the Company cared about its image and its employees.

Sally pulled down her shorts and the knickers she had worn to the office and began to try and work out which way to put on the Company knickers. They were very tiny. The knickers were a thong, really, a black one, and after a moment or two she found the waist band and had worked out which part was the front and which part was the back. She put her feet through and pulled them up.

There was another surprise when she had the knickers on. They had no crotch! Where there should have been a triangle of material covering her pussy, the inside of the triangle had been cut out altogether, so that her pussy was completely bare! Oh, golly! It really was terribly, terribly unusual. But it didn't really matter, she thought, because she would have the skirt on top and nobody would see.

She looked at the skirt. It was another very peculiar garment. It seemed to have two holes in it, quite big holes. She wondered what on earth they could be for. She stepped inside the skirt and began to pull it up. Gosh, it was as tight as the t-shirt! She had to give it a real tug to get it over her hips -- she wished her hips weren't quite so round -- but managed to get there in the end. Then she realised what the holes were for. One was at the back of the skirt, a big hole that left her bottom completely bare, and the other was a smaller one at the front that left her pussy bare! It really was the strangest Company uniform that she had ever seen!

How was she going to show herself to Mr Lexington? Did he know that she would be looking like this? Had there been some mistake with the uniforms and had she got the wrong one?

There was a knock at the door.

"Just a moment!" Sally called.

Mr Lexington's voice came through the door.

"Have you finished getting changed, Sally?" he asked.

"I... I think so," Sally replied nervously. "I think there may have been some mistake with the uniform."

"I don't think so, Sally. The Company is very efficient and we don't make that sort of mistake. Come out here and let me see."

Sally licked her lips nervously and began to walk towards the door when she remembered that she hadn't put the shoes on. Hastily she found them and slipped them on her feet. Golly, the heels were much higher than she was used to, and she had to step very carefully as she walked towards the door. She opened it and walked out.

Mr Lexington stood in front of her. He surveyed her approvingly. Under his gaze Sally found herself standing to attention as if on parade and then, to her enormous embarrassment, as she stood up straight, her right nipple popped out over the top of the tiny t-shirt. She gasped and lifted her hands to adjust her top, but Mr Lexington's voice interrupted her.

"No, Sally, leave it as it is. You must learn to wear your uniform with pride. Your breasts look lovely in that top and your little nipple poking out like that adds just the right touch."

So Sally stood there, standing straight up, facing Mr Lexington, with her nipple poking out over her top and her bare pussy framed by the hole in the front of her skirt. Mr Lexington nodded approvingly and began to walk around her. He stopped behind her, looking at her bare bottom framed by the tight black skirt.

"Excellent," he said. "I'm sure you'll be a model employee. All that remains now is to assign you your Company name. For that it will be necessary for me to perform a palpation test."

"A palpation test?" said Sally inquiringly.

As if in answer, Mr Lexington, who was still standing behind her, reached around and placed his hands on Sally's breasts and squeezed them gently. Sally jumped with surprise, but she recovered herself as she realised that this was just part of the Company process. Then she felt Mr Lexington's hands stroking and squeezing her buttocks, and again had to force herself to keep still. Finally his right hand reached around in front of her and grasped her pussy. This time Sally couldn't stop herself letting out a small squeal.

"Oh, Mr Lexington!" she said.

"It's a difficult decision in your case, Sally, and there are strong reasons in favour of all the possibilities. But in the end I don't really have any doubt. From now on, whenever you're at work, you'll be known by the Company name of Cunty."

"Cunty?" asked Sally.

"Exactly," said Mr Lexington. "Your name from now on is Cunty. Come and meet your co-workers. We have three Reception Officers at the moment and you all share an office."

Mr Lexington led her down a corridor. Sally -- she realised that she would have to get used to thinking of herself as Cunty now --was glad that they didn't meet anyone, but she supposed she would get used to wearing the Company uniform before too long. Mr Lexington stopped outside the door of a room on the left of the corridor and held it open. "This is your office," he said.

She walked inside the room. There were two other girls in there and they both stood up as Sally walked in. Mr Lexington introduced them.

"Girls, this is Cunty," he said. "She's our new Reception Officer. Cunty, I'd like you to meet Bottom and Peaches."

Bottom was the first to come over to Sally and she kissed her warmly on the lips. "It's lovely to meet you, Cunty, I just know you're going to love it here." Bottom was dressed exactly as Sally was, in a tiny tight black top through which her nipples could clearly be seen, and in a tight black skirt with holes displaying her pussy and bottom. It was clear why her name was Bottom: Sally had never seen such luscious round, soft buttocks.

"Oh thanks so much, Bottom, I'm so looking forward to it!" she said, and it was true. She was beginning to feel much more at ease.

Then it was Peaches' turn. She moved over to Sally as well, but she moved more slowly, and as she walked Sally could see exactly why her Company name was Peaches. Her huge breasts swayed and quivered; they were so large that her t-shirt had ridden right up high and her nipples and the whole of the bottoms of her breasts were bare. Peaches kissed Sally on the lips and pressed those pillowy tits against her.

"Welcome, Cunty, it's so lovely to have you join us," she said.

"I'm so glad to be here, Peaches," said Sally. "I'm sure I'm going to love working with you."

"Well, girls, I'll leave Cunty in your care now," said Mr Lexington. "I'd like you to explain her duties as Reception Officer and make sure she thoroughly understands them. We have several new clients coming in this afternoon, and it's important for Cunty to know what she has to do as Reception Officer."

"OK, Mr Lexington," said the two girls together, and Mr Lexington walked out of the room closing the door behind him.

"I'm so glad you're going to help me," said Sally. "Mr Lexington was rather vague about what my duties would be. I hope I'll be able to do whatever the position requires."

"Oh you will, Cunty, I'm quite sure," said Peaches. "We were both nervous like you, but it's really not difficult and you'll probably find you enjoy it. I really love it."

"So do I!" said Bottom enthusiastically. "It's very simple. Basically, our job is to make sure that every client who visits the Company receives the warmest possible welcome."

"Warm welcome?" asked Cunty. She was used to thinking of herself by her company name now.

"Oh yes," said Peaches, smiling. "The warmest possible."

"It's in our names!" exclaimed Bottom.

"Yes, in our names," echoed Peaches. "My name is Peaches, so I look after the clients who like bosoms!"

"Look after?" asked Cunty.

"Yes, in the warmest possible way," replied Bottom. "I welcome the clients who like bottoms and offer mine for them to do whatever they want."

Cunty had the idea now. Well, she had never had a job like this before! But what was life for, if not to try new things?

"And my name is Cunty," she said, "So I guess I am for the clients who like, um..."

"Cunts!" the other two answered together. "All our clients, as part of their registration, nominate their favourite, so each of us knows who to go to when they arrive."

"And what happens then?" asked Cunty.

"Well," answered Bottom, "You greet your client in the lobby, tell him your name, and lead him to one of the Reception Rooms. And then you welcome him to the Company --"

"-- In the warmest possible way!" said all three girls in unison.

Cunty thought that this sounded like a dream come true. Then another question occurred to her.

"What if there are two clients who like cunts, or bottoms, or tits?" she asked.

"Well," replied Peaches. "There are a couple of possibilities."

"Yes," continued Bottom. "You can take both of the clients with you and welcome them both -- in the warmest possible way."

"Or," said Peaches, "If one of us doesn't have a client, then she can help you welcome your clients."

"After all," said Bottom, "A client who likes bottoms best of all probably likes tits quite a lot as well."

"And cunts," added Peaches.

"Of course," said Cunty. "That is a very good idea. And I can also see that, well, Peaches, your tits are certainly your best feature, but you also have a lovely round bottom and a very pretty little cunt, and Bottom, you have gorgeous tits and a lovely cunt as well as your very special bottom."

"And your tits and bottom are wonderful too, Cunty!" exclaimed Peaches.

"Did you know that the Company is looking for another Reception Officer to work with us?" asked Botty.

"No," answered Cunty. "I didn't know that. Will the new girl have any special feature?"

"Well," answered Peaches, "She's wanted to replace an Officer who left recently to get married. Her Company name was Lips."

"Oh, I see," said Cunty.

The girls' discussion was interrupted by the return of Mr Lexington. "I'm sorry to disturb you, ladies, but some clients have arrived."

The three girls looked at one another excitedly. This will be my first experience, thought Cunty. She hoped she would do well.

"Did you two tell Cunty about the Visitor Apparel?" asked Mr Lexington.

"Oh, no! We forgot!" exclaimed Peaches. "I'm so sorry, Mr Lexington." She turned to Cunty. "It's a Company rule that all clients must wear special Visitor Apparel."

"Don't worry, Peaches," said Mr Lexington. "Cunty will see for herself in a moment."

The girls stood up and made sure that their Company uniforms were adjusted correctly. They straightened their skirts so that the holes were positioned centrally over their bottoms and cunts, and they straightened their t-shirts as best they could. Try as she might, Peaches could not get her t-shirt to cover her tits, although she did her very best; and although Cunty did get her t-shirt to cover most of her breasts, her right nipple popped over the top as it had done before. Oh well. The three girls stood straight and walked behind Mr Lexington to the entrance lobby.

Three men were there. Cunty saw immediately what Mr Lexington had meant by "Visitor Apparel". All three were wearing identical black t-shirts and trousers, but the trousers were special. They had a section about six inches wide removed from just below the waistband at the front to just below the waistband at the back! All three men had their cocks and balls on display, and all of the cocks, Cunty saw immediately, were fully erect!

"Gentlemen," said Mr Lexington. "I'd like you to meet your Reception Officers. They have been assigned to you on the basis of the preference forms that you completed earlier. Mr Smith, your Reception Officer is this young lady. Her name is Peaches, and she will welcome you to the Company in the warmest possible way."

Peaches stepped over to the man addressed by Mr Lexington, her tits shimmering with each step she took and her proud nipples pointing at him. She wrapped her hand around Mr Smith's cock and kissed him on the mouth. "It will be my pleasure," she said.

"Mr Jones," said Mr Lexington, addressing another of the men, "I'd like you to meet Bottom. She will be your Reception Officer."

Bottom smiled at Mr Jones. As Peaches had done, she walked over to him, took his cock in her hand and kissed him on the mouth. "I'm sure you'll enjoy my welcome," she said.

Cunty saw that the third man's cock was very large and thick, and immediately felt a little juice leak out of her cunt. She hoped that nobody noticed. This must be her client.

Mr Lexington now spoke to the third man, the one with the large erect cock. "Mr Johnson, this is your Reception Officer, Cunty." Cunty guessed that she should greet her client the same way as the others had done. She walked over to him -- darn it, her whole right tit popped out of her t-shirt as she walked -- wrapped her right hand around Mr Johnson's huge cock and kissed him on the mouth. She felt more juice leak out of her cunt. His cock was so large that her hand hardly fitted around it! "I do hope you'll enjoy my welcome, Mr Johnson," she said. He smiled at her.

"I'm sure I will," he replied. "I can see already that you have a beautiful juicy cunt." Cunty was a little embarrassed at this. He must have seen her cunt juice on her thighs.

"All right, ladies and gentlemen," said Mr Lexington, "Off you go. Peaches, you lead the way and make sure you show Cunty and Mr Johnson to the right reception room."

Holding her client's cock in her right hand, Peaches led him down a corridor that led from the entrance lobby. Bottom, leading Mr Jones by his cock, followed, and Cunty followed them, holding Mr Johnson's huge cock.

The couples came to a door. "Bottom, this is yours, as you know," said Peaches. She pointed to a door opposite. "That one is yours, Cunty, and mine is down the corridor a little further. We'll all go into our rooms now and meet back at the reception office whenever you feel that the welcome is complete -- maybe in a couple of hours."

"In we go then," said Bottom to her client.

"Would you like to come, Mr Johnson?" asked Cunty. "Very much, Miss," Rod replied, and Cunty led him by the cock to her door, opened it and drew him inside.

"Please, Mr Johnson, do call me Cunty," she said. "I love my Company name." And I must say that you have a beautiful big cock, and I think your balls are lovely too. I think you will fill my cunt perfectly, and give me lots and lots of cum." She kissed him again on the mouth and touched his tongue with hers. His breath was very sweet. Then she looked around the room.

The room was warm and cosy. There was plush carpet on the floor and in the middle of the room was a large bed with a red cover. Cunty went and sat on it; it was beautifully soft. "Oh, Mr Johnson!" she exclaimed. "This will be wonderful. Come and sit here with me."

Mr Johnson sat down next to her and said, "You must call me by my first name, Cunty. It's Rod."

Cunty giggled and Rod reached over and put his hand on her cunt. Cunty quivered with pleasure and put her hand on Rod's huge cock. Then she kissed him with her mouth open. His mouth was open too, and they melted into each other, their tongues playing together. Cunty began to stroke Rod's cock gently as she felt two of his fingers enter her cunt. She was leaking cunt juice everywhere.

When the kiss ended, Cunty asked, "Rod, I know that I was assigned to you because your preference is for cunt, but before you put your big cock in my cunt, may I suck your wonderful cock?"

"I have a good idea," said Rod. "Because, you know I do love cunt very much. Why don't we take off all our clothes, then lie down on this bed together, and you can suck my cock while I lick your cunt?"

"Oh, Rod! What a wonderful idea!" exclaimed Cunty. She stood up and lifted her t-shirt over her head, so that her big golden tits stood out straight in front of her. Her pretty pink nipples were standing to attention. Then she wiggled her hips as she pushed the tight skirt down over her hips. It dropped to the floor, and Cunty stood naked, her bare, hairless cunt glistening with cunt juice. "Now your turn," she said.

Rod stood up. His cock looked even bigger than before and stuck out in front of him and up at an angle of nearly 45 degrees. He took off his t-shirt and Cunty could see that he had strong muscles and no fat. He undid the button of his trousers and they fell to the floor. Now he stood naked in front of Cunty with his big cock.

"Would you like me on top or underneath?" he asked.

"Well, it's your choice," said Cunty, "But how about if you lie on your back and I get on top of you and lower my cunt onto your mouth?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking," replied Rod with a big smile, and immediately lay down in the middle of the bed on his back, with his big cock pointing straight up at the ceiling.

Cunty crawled onto the bed beside him and kissed him again on the mouth, her hand reaching down and grasping his cock. Then she turned around and lifted her left leg over Rod so that she straddled him. She leaned down on her elbows and took his cock in her right hand. Her left hand cupped his heavy balls. She opened her mouth and licked her lips. The head of his cock was the size of a golf ball and very shiny and purple. She took opened her mouth wider and slid her lips over the head of his cock. It felt enormous in her mouth! Rod's hands were holding her hips, and slowly she lowered her cunt to his mouth. His tongue licked her cunt down its full length and a wave of pleasure flowed through Cunty; she knew that her juice was leaking out of her cunt.

Rod felt Cunty's lips close over the head of his cock, and her tongue wrapped around the head. Her lips moved slowly down his cock and up again, while one of her hands tightly ringed the base of the shaft and her other hand cradled and caressed his balls. Her plump cunt was all around his mouth and he tasted the sharpness of her cunt juice. Cunty's clitoris was hard and he teased it with his tongue, loving the taste of her cunt and the warmth of her mouth around his cock. Her cunt was truly wonderful, so plump and juicy. He pushed his tongue inside her cunt as far as he could and groaned with pleasure as he felt Cunty's tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

He could see above him Cunty's beautiful ass. She had drawn her knees up underneath her and her ass cheeks had parted, revealing her gorgeous, light brown, perfectly clean asshole. He couldn't help himself. He pulled her hips down and tilted his head and licked up to her asshole, and pushed his tongue into it as far as he could.

Cunty squealed in surprise as she felt Rod's tongue on her asshole. Oh, it was wonderful! She knew she must do the same for him! She lifted her mouth off Rod's huge cock and leaned her head forward until she could plant her mouth right on his asshole. It was lovely and clean and sweet, and she licked it and pushed her tongue into it. Rod's cock was touching her neck and she felt it pulsing. And then, just when she thought there couldn't be anything better than the feeling of Rod's tongue licking her asshole, she felt two of his fingers pushing into her cunt.

She couldn't help herself. She came. She felt her hips jerking and her cunt spasming and knew her cunt juice must be flooding out of her. She remembered to keep her tongue pressed on Rod's asshole, and she took his cock in her hand and squeezed it hard. She came and came and came.

Eventually Cunty's orgasm ended. "Well, Rod," she said. "That was lovely. But now I think it's time for me to take your beautiful cock inside my cunt. I can't wait to feel it inside me. And best of all will be when you fill me with sperm!"

"I'm looking forward to that too," said Rod, and took hold of Cunty and laid her on her back. "You do have the prettiest cunt I have ever seen," he said. "I'm going to put a pillow under your bottom to lift up your hips a little so that I can get my cock into you as deeply as possible. Is that OK?"

"Oh, yes, please," said Cunty. "That would be wonderful!"

Rod took a pillow, and Cunty lifted her hips as high as she could while he slipped it beneath her. She settled her bottom on the pillow and moved a little to get the angle just right. Then she opened her legs as wide as she could, smiled at Rod and said, "Ready!"

Rod didn't waste any time. He positioned the head of his cock at the mouth of her cunt, adjusted his position and then pushed it right in hard. "Oh!" exclaimed Cunty. The feeling of the enormous cock filling her cunt right to the end took her breath away. "Oh!"

He moved it slowly at first, pulling it almost all the way out and then shoving it hard back up her cunt. Cunty's own body responded by thrusting her cunt hard against him. Almost immediately their bodies were completely synchronised, his withdrawals and thrusts matched exactly to hers. "Oh!" she ejaculated with each thrust: she could not help herself. She felt her orgasm building at the same time as his cock thrusts increased in urgency; faster and faster they went until suddenly her hips began jerking of their own accord and at the same time she felt a huge jet of sperm filling the inside of her cunt. Her cunt tightened around his cock as her hips continued jerking, and jet after jet of sperm pulsed inside her.

They subsided together. He lay still on top of her, his cock still large and still inside her cunt. She could feel his sperm leaking out of her. "Was I satisfactory, Mr Johnson?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, Sally, wonderfully satisfactory," answered Mr Johnson. "And please do call me Rod. You have given me the most favourable impression of your cuntany -- I mean company -- and I shall most certainly be doing a great deal of business with you." He paused for a moment. "I suppose we should rejoin the others now. This is a business visit after all."

"Yes," said Cunty. She felt very relaxed. Her orgasms had been extremely satisfying. She stood up and immediately felt a flood of sperm slide out of her cunt and down the insides of her thighs. She looked around but there was nothing to wipe herself with. This really was an unusual company.

Rod was busy dressing himself. He looked a little disconcerted when he realised he had only his Visitor Apparel to wear, but shrugged his shoulders and adjusted the trousers so that his cock hung free. It was still very large, but no longer erect. Cunty meanwhile had put her Company outfit back on and adjusted her skirt so that the holes displayed her bottom and cunt correctly; this time her top had ridden up so that the bottoms of her breasts were exposed. She felt a little embarrassed about the dried sperm that covered her thighs but tried not to worry about it. Together they walked back to the entrance lobby. Bottom and Peaches and their two clients were standing there chatting.

Cunty could see that the others had had a good time as well as her. Bottom had a long streak of dried sperm trailing down from her ass, and Peaches had cum all over her face and drops of it in her hair. She felt much less embarrassed now about the dried sperm on her thighs and didn't worry even when she felt another globule of cum leak out of her cunt.

"Cunty and I had a wonderful time," said Rod. "I've formed a most favourable impression of the Company."

"So did I," said both Mr Smith and Mr Jones together. They all laughed.

"We have been talking about what we should do now," said Mr Smith.

"Oh," said Cunty. "Do you mean there is more?"

"Oh yes," replied Peaches. "We have two more hours to complete welcoming the new clients. And we thought of just the right way to spend that time."

But what the six of them did is another story.