Sir thanks everyone for coming tonight and hopes that they are all enjoying the show, his new slut is putting on.

Once he finishes, people then come up and thank Sir and also tell me that I was such an amazing little slut, as they kiss me goodnight.

I have never been the centre of attention, like this, before in my whole life, and it feels wonderful. It makes me so much more confident in myself. I discovered and realised that just letting the true slut within me come to the fore feels so free and exhilarating.

Once most had left, Sir took my hand and helped me stand up, as my legs are still a bit wobbly from all the pleasure and pain I’ve experienced tonight.

He takes me in his arms and kisses me, more tenderly and lovingly than he has ever done before. I feel so safe in his arms at this moment. I now know that I’d happily do anything he wishes of me, as I trust him fully and have now also come to feel love for him.

Can a woman love two men at the same time?

My husband is a wonderful man, and I know he totally loves me, but the love I felt for Sir is completely different. I am definitely a completely different woman when with each of them.

My husband respects me as his loving, sweet wife. He loves me, cares for me, and almost puts me on a pedestal as his wife.

With Sir, I am now a wanton, needy, highly sexual woman who wants and needs more, always being so sexually open to anything with him. But I always feel loved and safe when I'm with him, too.

Sir then sorts my blouse, buttoning it up and tucking it into the waistband of my skirt so that it is once again taut over my breasts; my nipples are still so hard and prominent and stick through the sheer fabric.

He then leads me out to the car, and as he opens the passenger door, I slide into the seat. As I do so, my skirt rides high up my thigh, showing the tops of stockings which are now covered in both dried cum and so wet from the pools of spunk and my juices.

We don't speak much on the journey back to the hotel as my mind wanders, thinking of everything that I’ve done recently, of how I’ve become this total slut so easily.

It must be who I really am. Is it not?

Once we get back to the hotel, we head up to the door, and as Sir opens it for me. As I walk inside, I am suddenly brought back to reality!!

This is my place of work. The people here are work colleagues, and they could see me dressed like a slut.

Sir puts his arm around me and whispers in my ear, “Don't be afraid, Evelyn, be proud of who you are”

My mind is reeling, my body is shivering at the thought of walking through reception dressed as I am, knowing I could be readily recognised.

Sir begins to gently guide me through the reception over to the lift. The staff at reception say good evening to us, but don't show any sign of recognition, as they just go about their duties as normal.

Thankfully, the lift arrived quickly, and as we entered, my body relaxed once in the privacy of the lift.

“That wasn't so bad, was it, slut?” Sir asks me.

“No, Sir," I reply, and whilst the thought of being recognised has been frightening, I can feel a wetness in my cunt once more. Has the thought of being recognised by my work colleagues, as the slut I am, turned me on?

As the lift arrives on our floor and the doors open, I am completely taken by surprise as Tom, the night porter, stands there waiting for the lift.

Tom smiles at us, giving a knowing look at me. He recognises me, I’m sure, but all he says is “Good evening, Sir, I hope you had a good night."

“Yes, we had a very enjoyable evening, didn't we, my slut?”

OMG, he just called me his slut in front of Tom!!!

I should be mortified, but all I say is “Yes, Sir, we did"

Tom doesn't bat an eyelid, as if he already knows I am a slut.

He gets in the lift still grinning profusely, and then the doors close.

I am stunned in silence.

However, once we reach the room, I just collapse on the bed, and I am soon fast asleep, obviously knackered from all of the exertions of the evening.

I wake up the next morning to breakfast in bed from Sir. Tea and poached eggs on toast.

“How do you feel this morning, Evelyn?” he asks me.

I have slept so well, and apart from a tingling in my cunt and arse, I genuinely feel wonderful.

So I just say, smiling, “Amazing, Sir."

He smiles back at me, with a look of pride and love on his face, it seems.

“What time do you need to start work?" he queries me.

Oh god, I have forgotten I am due to work today, from noon. It was now 10 am. Luckily, I have brought work clothes with me to change into.

I then think about the reception staff I'd walked past last night, and oh fuck Tom!!!!

I know that Tom is due to start work today, towards the end of my shift. Perhaps our paths won't pass, I am hoping.

Once I've finished breakfast, I get up to go shower. As I am covering my body in soapy lather, I hear the shower door open and shut, then hands reach around my waist and begin to rub and lather more of my front, moving up to rub soap all over my breasts and pulling at my nipples.

As his hands run up the outside of my arms, my hands are clasped in his and lifted above my head, and he pins me against the wall of the shower.

"Push that sexy arse out, slut," I hear Sir's voice say.

Doing as I am told, I push my arse back, feeling his hard throbbing cock rub against me.

I give a small moan as I feel him rub his cock over my cunt lips before he easily slides inside me.

He fucks me hard, fast and furiously, his balls loudly slapping against my arse.

"Such a wonderful slut, Evelyn, you were amazing last night, you are mine now, aren't you?" Sir tells me and asks of me as he continues to pound my cunt hard.

"Yes. Yes, Sir, I'm yours. Oh god, yes, fuck me harder, Sir, please," I moan out.

I am now pushing back against Sir's every thrust, feeling the pleasure build and build within my whole body.

"Don't cum yet, slut," Sir orders me as his cock keeps thrusting back and forth, in and out, making me pant with moans of lust.

Wanting, needing to cum, but knowing he forbids me to.

He lets go of my hands and grabs my nipples, pulling them roughly, as he thrusts deep, before I feel his cock tense and start to cum.

"Now, slut. Cum now," he screams out as he floods my cunt with his full load of spunk, sending me into raptures once more as my juices flow from me, all around his cock and balls.

He just pulls out and spanks my bare arse cheek hard.

"Finish showering and get dressed for work slut, or you're going to be late, and we can't have that. What would your boss say if you were?" He teases me.

He leaves me alone in the bathroom, so I finish my shower and then dry myself.

As I return to the bedroom, I see that my work clothes are laid out on the bed for me. My black skirt, black stockings & suspender belt, black sheer panties, my 4" heeled shoes & white semi-sheer blouse.

I look at the clothes on the bed and then at Sir.

"Yes, my slut, no bra for work today", he says with a grin on his face. I know not to question Sir and begin to dress, taking it slowly, deliberately, to tease Sir. First, I slip the suspender belt on, then smooth the stockings up my legs before attaching them to the clips of the 6-strap belt.

Then, I take the blouse and slip it over my shoulders and button it up.

Sir is watching me intently. "Sit on the bed, slut," he commands.

I sit down on the edge of the bed.

"Lift your legs, Evelyn," he tells me.

I do as ordered, placing my stockinged feet on the bed.

Sir then picks up the remote egg vibrator from the table, applies some lube to the end and begins twisting and pushing it against my cunt until it slips inside me.

"Put your panties on," he says.

I slide them up each leg until they sit snuggly on my body, holding the egg firmly in place.

I then step into my skirt, tuck the blouse into the waistband, so the blouse is tight to my bosom.

I smooth the skirt down over my stockinged legs. It sits just an inch or two above my knee.

Finally, I step into my heels.

Turning towards Sir, I ask him, "Do I meet your approval, Sir?"

"Hmmmm, not quite as he moves closer, grabs both my nipples roughly between his fingers and pulls and tweaks them so that they now stand out hard and poke through my blouse.

"That's better, slut," he says as he spanks my bum over my skirt.

As he opens the room door, he says to me. "Now off to work, Evelyn."

Leaving the room, I walk along the corridor towards the lift when I suddenly feel the egg vibrate fully inside my cunt, making me cum straight away.

My legs go weak as I just manage to hold onto the lift door.

OMG, how am I going to get through the day?

Thankfully, the vibrations stop by the time I exit the lift and head to the staff room. I walk into the staff room and say hello to a few of my work colleagues who are at their lockers.

There are two males and a female worker.

I don't know them well, but they are friendly towards me.

As they leave, I hear them say hello to Rob (who is our boss).

I turn towards Rob and say hello, also.

He gives me a strange smile as he replies, “Hello, Evelyn, I hope you had a wonderful few days off?"

"Yes, thank you, Rob, I did," I smile as I reply.

I then turn back to face my locker, put my handbag away, when I sense someone close behind me.

It can only be Rob, but before I can turn around, I feel him slip his hands around my body and squeeze my bare breasts hard and pinch my nipples through my blouse.

He whispers in my ear, “Mmmmmm, no bra, just as your Sir promised, Slut"

My mind is immediately a complete whirl of thoughts and emotions.

However, I still give out a soft moan as he punches my nipples.

How did he know, Sir?

Why did he call me Slut?

Why am I doing nothing to stop my boss from touching me sexually?

My body further betrays me as I feel a huge shock spread through my body as the egg in my cunt begins to vibrate violently.

Rob takes a step back, leaving me holding on to my locker door as my body begins to tremble & shake as an orgasm races through my body and my juices begin to flow around inside my stuffed cunt.

Juices begin to leak out of my cunt, dribbling down my thigh.

Rob is laughing as he tells me, “Once you regain your senses, Evelyn, start cleaning the vacated rooms, but I want you in my office at 3 pm. Do you understand, slut?"

I can only mutter through my continuing orgasm, "Y...Y...Yes.... R...Rob."

I then hear the door open and close, and he is gone, as I stand there alone now, trying to come down from the high of my orgasm.

Once I manage to regain my composure, I take the list of rooms that need cleaning from reception and start work.

As I am cleaning rooms, I often feel the egg vibrate in my cunt, making me shiver and cum, my knickers become soaked with my juices flowing from me each time.

I have been keeping myself busy, so I haven't realised the time that has passed.

It is now 2.50 pm, and I suddenly remember my boss told me to be at his office at 3 pm.

I finish off smoothing down the new cover on the bed and then head down the stairs to his office.

I knock on his door.