When pretty big-titted Candy applied for a job in the office through a temping company, they immediately hired her, as she was just what they were looking for. They gave her the special “contact girl” position.
She wore a headset all day, and was tasked with answering phone calls that came to her number. She had to be polite, pleasing, friendly and helpful no matter who called. She wasn’t allowed to hang up until the caller did, she had to agree with anything the caller said, and she had to listen carefully to what she heard so she could answer questions about it.
The very first caller she received gave no name. “You’re a stupid slut, you big titted-whore,” he cooed into her ear when she answered the phone. She hung up the phone immediately and went to tell her manager.
Her manager, an older man, was not impressed. He reminded her that her job was to agree with the caller, to be polite, to not hang up, to listen carefully. He told her if she got this wrong again she would be fired, and her temping company informed that she had been difficult and disobedient.
He continued. “Also… are your nipples erect? Is something about this *arousing* you?”
Candy blushed. Her nipples weren’t erect! Of course she wasn’t aroused! She said so vehemently.
“Linda,” her boss called out to his red-headed secretary. “Come and tell me if this silly bimbo’s nipples are erect.”
Linda came into the office, stood behind Candy, and squeezed Candy’s tits through her blouse. Candy yelped.
“Yes, sir,” said Linda huskily, “They are.”
Her boss sounded disgusted. “Don’t be a slut, Candy,” he told her. “I don’t expect you to wet your seat over every phone call you get. Go back and do your job, and Linda’s going to be checking regularly to make sure those udders of yours aren’t getting excited.”
On the verge of tears, Candy returned to her desk. When the phone rang again, she answered it, but it was only a series of odd noises, as if she was listening to a cross between a modem and the ocean. She listened to it obediently until it hung up. Afterwards she felt funny.
The phone wasn’t always ringing. Linda told her she should spend her free time looking on the internet for motivational images of good office girls to inspire her. Candy began trawling image galleries for pictures of fresh-faced, friendly, professional girls that she might be like.
Another call came. It was an anonymous male voice again. “You’re a wet cunted fucktoy, aren’t you?” the voice said.
Candy blushed, “Yes, sir, I am a wet cunted fucktoy,” she agreed. She blushed harder as Linda looked across at her, amused.
“You deserve to be treated like a worthless object, don’t you?” said the voice.
“Yes, I deserve to be treated like a worthless object,” she agreed.
Then the voice vanished and there were odd sounds again. Candy listened attentively until the call disconnected.
Every twenty minutes or so Linda would come and squeeze Candy’s tits. (“Just checking”.) The first three times Linda admonished her for having slutty erect nipples even though Candy wasn’t aroused, but on the fourth occasion Candy’s nipples actually *were* diamond-hard, and she blushed and apologised for being so slutty. Linda spent an extra long time squeezing and massaging her breasts that time, and Candy couldn’t help but moan a little.
The calls kept coming all day – people would tell her that she enjoyed having her cunt stuffed, that she was a lesbian whore, that she enjoyed the taste of cum, that she was a stupid big-titted bimbo, and she would agree. Sometimes they asked her questions, and she found herself answering truthfully – after all, wasn’t she meant to be helpful?
“What’s your sluttiest fantasy?” one man asked. “Being raped by an anonymous man, and he gets me pregnant…” Candy found herself answering. “What’s the most whorish thing you’ve ever put in your pussy?” another enquired. “A full condom of sperm I found in my sister’s bedroom after she’d fucked her boyfriend,” Candy replied. The whole office was listening to her; her face was bright red and she was sure they must all be able to smell the scent of her sopping wet pussy.
After lunch she realised that the pictures she was searching as inspiration had changed at some point. She hadn’t even been aware of the alteration in her behaviour until Linda, squeezing her tits deliciously, said, “That looks like you.” Candy looked at her screen and saw the image she was displaying there was of a naked large-breasted fuckdoll smiling happily through the glaze of semen on her face and udders. It did look a little like her. It looked like someone she wanted to be.
By late afternoon she was having trouble thinking. It wasn’t fair that Linda had to keep coming over to see how slutty she was. It would be easier, she thought, if Linda could just see her tits. She found herself undressing, oblivious to the stares of other co-workers. She felt so happy and helpful once her tits were bare. Linda still came over every twenty minutes anyway, but now she was able to directly massage Candy’s fuckballoons and tweak her misbehaving nipples painfully.
By the end of the day she knew that every degrading thing she had been told on the phone was true. She wasn’t a nice girl, she was a slut, because what nice girl sat at her desk with her tits out and her pussy dripping wet while she searched for pictures of dumb bimbos getting fucked? And when her boss suggested at home time that she and Linda put on a show for all the men she’d been cockteasing all day, she agreed, and eagerly let Linda undress her so that she and the pretty secretary could begin to kiss, lick each other’s tits, and eventually start eagerly, desperately tongueing each other’s cunts as the men cheered and called them whores.
She signed a new contract with her boss that night after everyone had left. She would be the company whore – a position which suited her – she would be paid nothing except the cum she could collect in her mouth and pussy, and she would make sure that she masturbated to the edge of orgasm each morning so that she would arrive at the office wet and needy. Candy eagerly agreed to these conditions, and then sighed happily as her boss consummated the agreement by bending her over his desk and fucking her stupid disobedient cum-tunnel…
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