Carol, the corporate slut, her journey continues, Part II

My face we buried in my blouse on the cafeteria restaurant table, may hand holding Rogers softening cock, still partly in my vagina. I realized that he was not wearing a condom and his semen was now mixing with my husband’s. We have been trying to have a baby, and my basil thermometer said I was in my ovulation window.

Yet, at that moment, I was conflicted with emotions. The afterglow from the surprising and powerful sex with the Exec. VP, my promotion and the loss of ideals and high ethical standards I set for myself. And yes, the betrayal of my loving and loyal husband.

A memory of high school came to mind. The older boys loved to come on my large breasts, after I gave them oral sex. I was a slut, by any standards. I sucked cock in the backseat of cars, in the boy’s locker room, in a classroom, and in their houses. I was desperate for acceptance and found it in abundance. Yet, I realized this was not who I was, and got a transfer to a Catholic School.

A few of the boys wanted oral sex, and I tried to say no. This was my last day at this school, and they knew I was transferring. I told the boys I was not a slut. They laughed and had their cocks out, and I went to my knees. Afterwards, one said to me, “Once a slut, always a slut, good luck.â€

And years later, here I was, a slut.

Roger apologized for not using a condom, he thought I was protected. When we were dressing, I told him I had been trying for a year to have a baby, and that I was in my ovulation window. He replied, “Would it be so bad if you baby had my genetics?â€

This was long before DNA testing, and I thought about what he said. Our doctor said that our next steps are donor sperm and they were just starting IVF.

In the end, I am now a corporate slut. I made this decision and truthfully, found Roger sexually appealing.

The next few months were a whirlwind of excitement. First, my new role was perfect for me, and even though I had betrayed my own ideals, I was able to create a sexual harassment program. I imagined what would happen if the person who created and rolled out the program was sexually harassed and accept this. Hypocrisy to the extreme.

I thought Roger would put pressure on me to serve him sexually, but that was not the case. He created distance, but there were times I was called to his office or met at a motel. Giving him oral sex in his office, I found exciting. His admin assistant was never there, or it was after hours. He used me when he was stressed, and then he would tell me inside information that could affect me or my department. And he would offer advice and repeatedly told me that a director role was coming.

And I told him when I was in ovulation and found I wanted his semen.

Even with Roger’s semen, pregnancy wasn’t happening. I didn’t know how to tell my husband, and would just say, when it happens, it will be wonderful. Yet, what he didn’t know, I was now on birth control.

My career was just beginning, especially with Roger’s support. A child would be nice, but not now. However, I never told Roger that I was on birth control. So, both men in my life would fill me with semen when I said I was in ovulation.

Roger called my boss, Robert and requested a meeting with him and me. Robert had been with the company for a long time, and I knew he was with a year or two of retirement. I was too new in my role to threaten his position, so besides working for him, he became a friend. He confided in me that he has never had a good meeting in the “suiteâ€.

He said, “I suppose this was going to be my first, hope my track records does not extend to you.â€

I thought I should tell a half-truth, in cases someone saw me on the floor. I told him “I was at the “suite†last week delivering some historical reports. You were out of town, and I just delivered the reports and left fast.â€

He didn’t mind and I added, “I am nervous, but we should remain positive.â€

How could I tell him that I was on my knees two days ago in his office. My experiences have only been positive, because I was his slut. Yet, I was carrying a notebook with historical data, just in case.

We went upstairs and I acted curious. Roger would always do his best so that I would not run into someone when I would come to relieve his stress.

Roger was a master, making us both comfortable and offering coffee. I acted like the junior executive (which I was) and looked all over his spacious office. I saw the sofa that he once fucked me on, and the plush rugs, which felt nice when I was on my knees. If walls could talk!

He got right to the point that he was waiting for someone to join us. Barry ran a leadership organization and wanted to try some of his programs on some of our product lines. He went on, saying he thought our lines would be a good test case.

I didn’t know about this, but when he briefly smiled at me, I knew this was my first big special program. He asked Robert if he thought I could handle this project. What could Robert say, he knew Roger was not really asking.

Roger felt this was a good project for me, and he certainly did not want it, as he slowly slid to retirement.

Barry was delayed so the meeting ended. He asked if I would stay a moment, as Robert returned to the common-people’s floor.

I wondered if he wanted sex, but we stood in the door, his admin near, and asked me, “Would you join us at the “Club†tonight? “

The “club†was a restaurant/bar that the executive level liked to go to. I asked how long we would be, so I could let my husband know. He told me, maybe 9 or 10pm, and gave me a look.

My husband was used to my late hours anyway, so I met Barry and Roger at the “clubâ€, they were standing at the bar. I wore a conservative business suite, which suppressed my breasts and was my standard business wear. I wondered where I would remove my business outfit, but the first half hour it was all business. Then it shifted to social, where I learned the two knew each other since college. I was clearly a wobbly third-wheel. I wanted to leave, the point was to introduce me to Barry, and that I would be leading his program in the company.

Roger sensed how out of place I felt. Barry excused himself, a phone call. Roger then said, “This was an important project and it works on YOUR lines, it would get you noticed, which was critical to YOUR next level.â€

I responded, “I am excited to lead this project, thank you.â€

Then he said, in a quiet tone, “This is one of those projects that I could have given to anyone, but since you are part of my team.â€

I thought about what he just said, and I knew my business suit would be on Barry’s hotel floor.

Barry was the same age as Roger, tall and in good shape, and black. I never been with a black man. I heard the usual stereotype and was immediately nervous, but then excited. I could hear the high school comment, “Once a slut…â€

Roger was surprised when I said with enthusiasm, “I will do what you require of me, Sir.â€

Twenty minutes later, I was naked on my knees in front this gorgeous man. When he had me undress for his, he said, “My goodness girl, I had no idea you had such big breasts.â€

Truth was, it was uncomfortable squeezing my DD to something less obvious. I responded, “And I had no idea you are so … uhhh .. large.â€

I worked on his large thick cock, his bulbous cockhead. I was deep in submission and lust – a perfect slut. I never had a thought it was bad when would suck on the boys’ cocks, that came after.

My small hands massaged his balls and thick shaft, feeling his strong hands controlling my head, controlling my cadence. I could not handle his massive cock deep, thought I tried.

He said, “Don’t worry girl, it will get easier over time.â€

Ahhh, so this would be the first of many, this seemed to please me.
His cock grew thicker and his massive balls got stiff, his hands gripped me harder and I began to taste his sweet precum. Then my mouth was flooded by the most amount of cum ever. I swallowed the first spurts, and quickly withdrew his cock, he was still spurting. I knew what he wanted and placed his huge hard and spurting cock between my breasts. I could feel his cock pulsated, with this hot semen pouring on my breasts.

He moaned and said, “Girl, man I love your white tits on my cock, damn.â€
He walked across the room and asked if I wanted some Scotch, and I said I did. I sipped the liquor, which tasted odd with the remaining cum in my mouth,

He talked about how he looked forward to working with me. I could still feel the warm come on my breasts and scooped some of it with my fingers. Barry smiled as I licked my fingers.

He said, “You always been a slut, girl?â€

He went on, “With them large titties, you were, I know a whore when I see em.â€

Whore. I didn’t know how to react, but I guess I might just be one.

I wondered are we finished, but he finished the scotch and stroked his cock, and it was growing. I guessed we weren’t finished.

I finished my scotch, which burned my throat a bit, and pulled his cock back into my mouth.

He moaned and said, “Damn, girl, you want more of this n. You be a hungry slut, suck it girl.â€

When he was once again hard and thick, he withdrew and moved me to the bed, on my back. I was excited at the idea of such a large penis entering my vagina, and a little nervous too.

I ask Barry, “Would it hurt, sir? I never had a black man’s cock in me.â€

He said he would go slow. But first, I felt his thick fingers exploring my pussy. And then his tongue, my second cunnigilous. He said he loved tasting the “white man’s woman.â€

I felt a strong orgasm coming on and moaned and as his tongue explored, I twisted uncontrollably.

He didn’t rush, and seemed to enjoy how my body was reacting. Then he slowed and then reposition his cock and I felt him enter my vagina slowly. His fingers and tongues got more very wet, so his thick shaft and large cockhead slipped in easily.

His face was buried in my chest, and he didn’t care that I was covered by his sperm. He bit my nipple and slammed my cervix and felt anther strong orgasm pulse through my body.

Then his body stiffened and his cock got thicker and I knew he was going to climax, and he did, strong. I felt each spurt of seed enter my body. My head was thinking only of pleasure and lust.

Then I had a nervous thought, his cock was unprotected. Then I realized, I was on birth control. But there was still a chance, and I am sure he gave me more seed than my husband and Roger combined. How would I explain a black baby.

The next time I was naked with Barry, I asked about protection and said he would, but didn’t have a condom now. I said, “No problem, Sir, I am yours tonight.â€

And I didn’t regret my comment, nor feeling his cum moving inside my excited body.

“Once a slut, always a slut.†I guess the high school boys’ words, meant to sting me, were true. I tried, but I had to face the truth, I am a slut and now, a whore. I wondered, “Do I have any regrets?â€