These are stories of how I became the office slut at work. I was married to my ex at the time and it wasn't the greatest relationship. The sex was a disaster among other things.

Years ago, I worked at a facility that had security personnel that worked around the clock. I usually worked the evening or overnight shifts in the office and it was my job to record security checks, radio logs, etc. I had to dress professionally because of seeing the senior company administrators either at the beginning or end of my shift, depending on which shift I was working. I usually wore skirts and button-down shirts.

As you can imagine, I was the eye candy in the office. The guys always made excuses to hang around the office, so naturally, I would flirt with them. I made sure to let them catch the occasional peek up my skirt, or after the senior admin had left for the night, I would undo a couple of extra buttons on my blouse for them to peek down. They absolutely loved it and it would make me so wet teasing them, although I secretly wished that they would initiate something further. I definitely got my wish. I had been flirting pretty hard for the past 2 or 3 months and some of them were getting bolder. They started making comments about how they would fuck me if they had a chance or how beautiful I would look bent over the desk, which only made me hornier.

Enough background, now on to the first of many fun nights...

It was a Friday night and all the office admins had left about 5, so it was just me in the office. Frankie came by to check on me. We chatted about the evening while he was staring down my shirt at the tops of my breasts and my black lace bra. Knowing that my body had his undivided attention, I got up and grabbed a paper I didn't need on the desk behind me. When I sat back down I made an exaggerated movement of crossing my legs, making sure that he saw the matching black and lace thong barely covering my pussy. He immediately stuttered and forgot what he was saying. I asked him if a cat had his tongue? His reply was that he was going to fuck me the first chance he got. I giggled in response and told him that would only happen in his dreams, though I was secretly begging for it. Frankie then left, promising to return.

Frankie walked in the door about 10 PM. I was happy to see him because I needed a bathroom break and wasn't supposed to leave the desk unattended. I asked him to cover for me and of course, he said yes. I walked down the dark hallway to the bathroom (I never turned on the lights as the security lighting was enough to see by and the bathroom was on a motion sensor) and proceeded to relieve myself. After finishing and washing my hands, I headed back to the office.

As I exited the bathroom, Frankie stepped in, grabbed me by my throat, and pushed me against the wall. I immediately felt my pussy get wet. Frankie was inches from my face as he slid his free hand up my skirt and rubbed my pussy through my thong, feeling how wet I was. He asked if I was wet for him and my only response was a moan. Suddenly, his lips crashed to mine, probing mine with his tongue. I parted my lips, letting our tongues dance while he continued to rub my slit.

After a minute or two, Frankie released me. He took my hand and guided me into the larger handicapped stall. Frankie had me face away from him and grab ahold of the handrail. As he pushed me forward, I bent at the waist, offering myself to him. I heard his zipper being undone and knew I was getting what I had secretly been wishing for. He pulled my skirt up and my thong to the side. I felt the head of his dick as he slid it up and down my slit to get it wet. He asked me if I wanted his dick in me and I replied in a pleading tone that yes, I did.

Satisfied with my answer, he pushed forward into me slowly. He eased into me, inch by inch, until his seven inch cock was buried to the hilt. After a minute of adjusting to his length and decent girth, he began to slowly pump in and out of me. Frankie quickly found a steady rhythm that had me moaning in no time. As he fucked me from behind, I snaked my hand and rubbed my clit. My legs quickly began shaking as my pussy clamped down on his dick while my orgasm crashed over my body. Every nerve was on fire and I was begging for more. Frankie then picked up the pace and fucked me with gusto.

A few minutes later, his breathing became erratic and he asked where he should cum. I practically screamed for him to cum in me, to fill my pussy. I felt his balls tighten and his dick throb as he unloaded spurt after spurt of his cum deep in me, which triggered my second orgasm of the night. We stood there panting while he softened inside of me. Pulling out, his cum ran down my leg.

We cleaned ourselves and I straightened my hair and blouse and smoothed my skirt in the mirror. I leaned up, thanked him with a kiss and went back to the office as if I hadn't just got fucked silly.

Unfortunately, Frankie was transferred to a different shift about a week later for other reasons and so we never had a followup. It did unlock something in me. The thrill of getting caught and being naughty at work became addictive. It was time to find my next target...