I grind my hips against the pillow folded between my legs, trying to gain friction through my underwear. I’ve been edging myself against this pillow for the last thirty minutes, which has created me a desperate, wet mess. I’m wearing a dress, with the skirt pulled up around my hips, and my nipples push up against the fabric – I won’t be needing a bra tonight. You watch me from the end of the bed as I bring myself closer to the edge, never quite reaching it.

“Stop,” you tell me. “That’s enough.”

A clear, simple instruction. Begrudgingly, I remove the pillow from under myself and pull my skirt back down. You reach your hand out to me, and pull me in for a kiss when I grab it. It’s time for us to leave, so we make our way outside to the car. You stop me once we reach it, opening the passenger door and pushing my head down onto the seat, the skirt of my dress rising up as I bend over. You run a finger along my slit, feeling how wet I still am through the fabric, then push my underwear to the side and slip a vibrator into my pussy. I moan as I feel it begin buzzing gently.

“Good girl,” you whisper. “Now get in the car.”

“Yes sir,” I reply, grateful to escape the cold air.

The drive feels long as I squirm in my seat. You make conversation with me, talking as if nothing is going on, but my replies come stuttering, mixed with moans. The vibrator begins slowly rising in intensity about five minutes into our drive, making it even harder for me to concentrate. By twenty minutes it reaches its maximum speed, and I can no longer control myself; I let out a loud moan, and you remind me I’m not allowed to cum. We come to a stop at the traffic lights, and you lean over to kiss me, pinching a nipple through my dress in the process.

We finally pull up at our destination, a moderately large house with about ten or so cars parked outside. Once you’ve parked, you remove the vibrator from inside of me, and we exit the car. You take my hand as we make our way up to the front door. Upon entering, you greet the other party-goers, who hardly seem to acknowledge me until you introduce me to them as your fuck toy. You guide me into the main room, where most of the guests seem to be gathered. There is a small coffee table in the centre of the room, which you direct me to sit on, not letting go of my hand once. As we make our way over, I feel the eyes of everyone in the room turn to me.

Once I sit down on the table, you gently push me down onto my back. The table is just large enough for you to be able to tie my wrists to the legs of it, while my ass sits right on the edge of it at the other end. You leave my legs free, trailing your hands up and down my inner thigh teasingly before coming up to my underwear, which you slowly remove. You run a finger along my slit, this time with no barrier of fabric, causing a gasp to escape my lips. You seem to be pleased with how wet I am, and shove two fingers deep inside me, forcing an even bigger moan from me. By now, a steady crowd has gathered around us, and the chatter of the room has stopped. As quick as you put your fingers in me, you took them out again, moving up to my face and shoving them in my mouth. I suck them diligently and, once satisfied, you kiss me deeply, then replace your fingers with my speaking wet underwear, stuffing my mouth deeply to muffle any more noise.

You turn away and face the room, addressing them all. “This is my fuck-toy. You are free to use her however you please, so long as you don’t allow her to cum. She is here for your pleasure.” Finally, you pull the neckline of my dress down, exposing my chest.

At this, a few people make their way over to me. You step back, watching me as you mingle with others, but never leaving the room. People are slow and teasing at first. A woman drags her nails lightly across my chest and squeezes my tits, a man runs his fingers up and down my wet slit. He moves to circle my clit, rubbing it slowly. I moan quietly around the fabric of my underwear, which causes the woman to chuckle. She walks down to join the man at the other end of the table, slipping one of her fingers inside me, making me moan even louder. She slides another two fingers in and begins fingering me hard and fast. My hips buck, the stimulation on both my clit and inside my pussy bringing me to the edge. By instinct, I squeeze my legs closer, trying to stop them before I cum.

“Spread your legs,” I hear you say from across the room. I obey.

The two people move off from my pussy, much to my dismay. A few other people start touching me; there are now two people playing with my boobs, pinching, licking and twisting my nipples, and a few people teasing around my pussy. Somebody is kissing and licking up the inside of my leg, and I can feel their breath warm on my pussy, my own breath catching in my throat at the sensation. Finally, I feel their mouth where I want it most, wet and warm against my own dripping pussy. I take a look around the room, taking everything in, and notice a significant number of people getting themselves off to the sight of me being used, yourself included. My eyes lock onto yours, before rolling back as I feel the flick of a tongue against my clit. Before long, they stop, and I squeeze my legs together in frustration, desperate to get some stimulation back on my clit.

“I said spread your legs, slut,” my eyes dart back to you. You begin walking over to me, crouching beside my face. “Do you understand?”

I nod, and you take the underwear out of my mouth, allowing me to speak.

“Yes, sir,” I whimper.

“I don’t think you do, actually,” you stuff the underwear back into my mouth and move to the other end of the table. You push my legs aside as far as they can go, then grab one of them and push it up over your shoulder, aligning your cock against my pussy and begin fucking me hard. I scream in pleasure around the underwear, the feeling of you pounding into me overwhelming my ability to keep quiet. Evidently the sight of you punishing me like this is turning everybody on, and one man asks your permission to cum on my chest. At your approval, he makes his way forward and begins jacking himself off over me, before shooting a load of cum onto my tits. I moan at the sensation, feeling it warm against my skin. After a while I see your face start to change, your breathing quickens, and each thrust gets faster and faster.

“Fuck,” I hear you groan softly.

I scream in pleasure as you cum inside me, the sensation of you filling me up being almost enough to tip me over the edge. You pull out and leave me a dripping mess, your cum and my own wetness spilling out of me.

“Now remember,” you whisper to me. “Keep. Your legs. Spread.”

I was in for a very long evening.

do you think i’d raise my chances if i sent a nude instead of a cover letter ?

deniedforlife

I’m sure they’d hire you immediately, but maybe for a different job than the one you had in mind…

edgeanddenial

the office edgeslut… i think i could get on board with that

deniedforlife

the hours are good, the pay is perfectly acceptable and the dress code very relaxed of course. your contract says you’ll be terminated immediately if you cum, no matter if on the job or your own time, but don’t freak out about that! that’s the standard at any business this size, and it’s really no big deal after the first month or so anyways

edgeanddenial

sat in the corner of the room on my knees all day, the handcuffs around my wrists and a collar round my neck being the only things covering my skin, plus a gag plugging up my mouth. there would be a remote controlled vibrator set achingly low tied against my clit to ensure i stayed wet throughout the day.

when i was needed, the vibrator would surge into power, just for a few seconds, making me gasp and moan around the gag, and once it finished i’d have to stand up, legs shaking.

“here, edgeslut.” someone would call.

i’d make my way over to their desk, then drop down to my knees in front of them. i’d lean my head back a little to present my neck to them, and they’d take a lead out from their desk drawer and clip it to my collar, before attaching the other end to a hook on their desk.

there would be a few different methods to use a desk pet edgeslut. i could be shoved under the desk, gagged pulled off, and made to give someone head – licking and sucking and drooling until they came, all the while so aware of the ache i felt between my own legs. or i might be bent over the desk and fucked in either of my lower holes; if they were feeling kind they’d fuck my aching pussy, and if not they’d use the juices dripping out from it as lube to fuck my ass. sometimes all they would to is pinch and tease my nipples, then have me sit beside their desk for a while.

the smallest infractions would be punished with a spanking from the boss. if i was a minute late i’d be spanked 60 times – 30 on my ass and 30 on my pussy – one for each minute i deprived them of an edgeslut. the smack against my skin would ring out through the office, followed by a groan or a scream from me, depending on how lenient the boss was feeling that particular day. and when i’d leave, cheeks and pussy red, i’d resume my position in the corner until i was needed. hopefully they wouldn’t want to use my lower holes this time.

deniedforlife

office morale quickly surged to an all-time high after the hiring of the business’s first edgeslut. the male colleagues in particular liked to make use of their new communal toy, calling her over to let out frustration over a difficult task or relieve some pressure before going in to a difficult meeting. use of the edgeslut become so frequent, with multiple employees often using several of her holes at once and the workspaces becoming drenched in cum, that HR soon decided on a few measures to keep productivity up. the edgeslut was instructed to swallow any loads pumped down her throat without fail, and to lick both genitalia and the floor clean of any cum before returning to her room. additional plugs for her lower holes were installed and secured with a locked chastity belt, for which only higher management possessed keys. this not only reduced the risk of inexperienced workers accidentally bringing the edgeslut to orgasm (an event which could highly reduce her motivation), but also massively increased her desperation for stimulation in those places.

meetings with the business’s board of directors would usually involve the edgeslut being bound beneath the conference table, attempting to service a dozen erect cocks simultaneously, over hours of conversation, without disturbing the meeting schedule. a job well done might lead to the boss inviting her to his office after hours, for a particular long and cruel edging and spanking session. this was her version of a raise.

every few months her boss would have a talk with her about her career at the business. this talk was usually very one-sided, as he had a tendency to immediately stuff her mouth with his cock whenever they were in the same room together. he would praise her a little for the great job she was doing, and talking about how he could offer her a better contract, with a little more flexibility in her tasks and maybe even the option for an annual, celebratory orgasm. the only requirement was that she wouldn’t quit prematurely, and worked some longer hours. after a year of these talks it became clear for her, that this contract would never materialize, but at that point it didn’t matter anyways. she was business property now.

Applying for jobs was getting boring. There were only so many methods you could feign enthusiasm for a job titled ‘Office Administration Assistant – Part Time’ and only so many times you could tweak the wording in your cover letter before you started to feel your mind slipping away.

Jade had just finished adjusting her cover letter to fit her 7th application of the day. At this point, she wasn’t even checking to see if she was eligible for the job – 3 years experience minimum? Bachelor degree or higher in relevant field preferred? Super keen and bubbly personality to join our team? Sure.

Please upload your Resume and Cover Letter here.

This job she knew she wasn’t eligible for, but she needed a job and this is what was being advertised; what’s the worst that can happen? She doesn’t get accepted into a job she never really cared about in the first place? Bummer.

> Browse

> Documents

> JadeTurnerResume.pdf

> Open

> Browse

> Documents

> jadetittieslol.png

> Open

> Submit

She took a deep sigh and leant back in her desk chair, letting her eyes flutter shut for a moment. Time for a break.

In the middle of pouring a delicious smoothie into her glass, Jade heard a buzz coming from her phone across the kitchen. Craning her neck to look, she saw the screen lit up with a Gmail notification.

RE: Office Administration Role

Assuming it was just an automatic “Thank you for your application!” email, she went back to her smoothie for a moment, popping in a metal straw and taking it, and her phone, to the couch.

RE: Office Administration Role

2 Attachments

Dear Jade,

Thank you for your application, we appreciate you taking the time to express your interest in joining our team. Unfortunately, we feel you do not meet our required qualifications, and have decided not to move forward with your application.

However, we have another vacancy that we feel you may be better suited for, and would love for you to join our team. The file you submitted in the ‘Cover Letter’ section fills us with confidence that you would be the perfect fit for our Full Time Office Edgeslut role. This would be a fantastic opportunity to use the skills you so expertly demonstrated in your cover letter! As stated, this is a full-time role, 40 hours per week, with a yearly salary of $85,000. You will also be granted 2 weeks paid sick leave per year, amongst other advantages.

We would love to meet with you in person to discuss this position.

Kind regards,

Victor McCarthy

Head of Office Admin Division

Jade was immediately incredibly confused. Office Edgeslut? What was that supposed to be, Edges Lut? What the fuck does Lut mean? And what was it about her cover letter that made them think she was a ‘perfect fit’ for a full time role with a thoroughly decent salary? At the bottom of the email appeared to be the files she’d sent with her application; her resume and her cover letter.

Except that wasn’t her cover letter.

“Fuck,” Jade couldn’t help but say out loud. In place of a cover letter, she had submitted an image of herself laying on her bed, smiling widely, shirt lifted up to her collarbones, with her breasts on full display. “Fuck!”

It began to dawn on her what was happening. Whoever had processed her application – seemingly this Victor McCarthy – had seen her nude and decided to offer her a role as the office slut… Presumably her photo had turned him on, he must have wondered she was hot enough, or else he wouldn’t have offered her the position. She felt a warmth in her stomach and a dampness in her underwear.

“No, no,” she wondered to herself. “This is so wrong – this is fucked up! I’m not gonna go and be some office whore and get paid for it, how degrading! That’s disgusting!”

She paused for a moment, glancing back over the job description.

“But I do need the money…”

The next thing she knew, she had set up a meeting for the following day at 10 o’clock sharp.

“Hi, I’m Jade Turner, here to see Victor McCarthy?” Jade half told, half questioned the receptionist, who was sitting at a desk in the centre of the – frankly very ordinary looking – front office. She had almost psyched herself out of coming, but seeing as she hadn’t had any other job offers come through, she felt it would be silly to pass this one up – she figured she’d just attend the interview, and if she didn’t want the job, she’d just say no and be on her way.

“Certainly, and what was your meeting about?” The receptionist queried.

“Oh, a job application.”

“For what role?”

“Uh… the Office Administration Role.”

“Hmm, office admin…” the receptionist mumbled to herself, typing away on her keyboard. “Can’t see anything listed under that description… Oh! Jade Turner, yes?”

“Yes.”

“I see. Here for the Office Edgeslut role! No need to be coy.” The receptionist smiled sweetly at Jade, whose jaw was wide open in shock. “Take a seat, Mr. McCarthy will be right with you.”

Flushed red and embarrassed, Jade did as she was told and waited on one of the plush chairs nearby. She never expected the receptionist to have to know what she was here for – did everyone know? She glanced around at the few people scattered about the room, and felt as though they were all staring at her, mentally undressing her. How many of them had seen her photo? Had it been shared around the whole office?

She was about to get up and run out of the building, when her name was called.

“Jade Turner?”

She turned towards the voice and saw a man, tall and wearing a clever, clean cut suit, about in his early 40s if she had to take a guess. He made his way towards her with his hand outstretched. To her surprise, she shook it.

“Lovely to meet you, I’m Victor McCarthy, who you’ve been emailing. Always nice to put a face to a name, isn’t it?” He remarked with a smile.

“Of course, lovely to meet you too.” Jade croaked out, trying her best to swallow her nerves.

“Please, follow me. We can get to know each other better in my office.”

They made their way up a flight of stairs, with Victor making smalltalk as they went. It seemed odd to be talking about the weather when they both knew exactly why she was here.

Eventually they arrived at his office; a small room with ceiling to floor windows, overlooking a wider office space with about 5 rows of cubicles, if Jade had to guess from the quick glance she got at them before he drew the blinds closed.

“Nobody likes the feeling of being watched during a job interview!” Victor chuckled. “I expect you’re plenty nervous enough already without 20 employees ogling you from their desks.”

He pulled out a chair for Jade, then made his way to the other side of his desk. It wasn’t a particularly foreboding desk, in fact, the whole room looked more like something out of an Ikea catalogue than a sex dungeon. Maybe she’d got it all wrong, and this wasn’t a sexual role after all!

“So, I expect you’ll want to know the specifics of your role as the Office Edgeslut. For starters, what you’re wearing will be completely inappropriate.”

“Oh!” Jade cocked her head in confusion. “Sorry, I thought my outfit would be fine, is it too business casual? I have more formal clothes if they’d be better suited to your work environment.”

Victor leaned back in his chair and looked her up and down, making her feel self conscious and fidget with her clothes.

“Stand up and come here.”

She did as she was told. He stood too, towering over her just a little, but enough to make her feel small. He gave her another look up and down before undoing the top button of her blouse.

“Excuse me, what are you doing?” Jade yelled.

“I’m taking your blouse off.” Victor replied calmly. “Do you want me to stop?”

“I…” Jade stuttered, eager herself to say yes, stop, this is inappropriate and I ought to walk out that door right now. But she didn’t. “No.”

“Good.” He continued working down each of her buttons, popping them open one by one until her blouse was completely open, revealing a white, lacy bra cupping her breasts. “Take it off and put it on my desk.”

Jade nodded and slipped her arms out of the sleeves, before folding it up neatly and placing it gently atop his desk. She felt so exposed, standing in a stranger’s office in just her bra.

“Good girl. I need the skirt off next. Take that off for me.”