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Mailroom Slut                 by: kimmie oh


It was nearly half past noon.

I glanced nervously at the clock. I always got butterflies before he came. I pushed my chair away from the desk, crossed my office, and quietly shut the door.

The lock clicked.

If I had only listened for that click a week ago I wouldn’t be in this predicament.

I reached under the desk and slid out the overnight bag I had brought from home. Then I quickly undressed. When I was completely naked, I pulled a tiny pair of red lace slingshot panties from the bag. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up my smooth, slim legs. I put my hand inside the little pouch in front and pushed my fattening penis down between my thighs.

Oh god, was I really looking forward to this?

What was the matter with me?

Next I took out a short red satin nightie. It had a little lace bodice that matched my panties perfectly. I liked the way my plump chest looked in the lacy cups. I slipped the nightie over my head and felt the cool material settle over my hips. In front, the hem of the nightie fell just below my crotch. In back, it barely covered the bottom of my ass. If I bent over at all, I would be completely exposed.

Finally, I pulled out the shoes I had brought. I put one hand on my desk for balance and slipped on the strappy red sandals. They had thin five inch heels and were kind of hard to walk in but I loved the feminine lines they gave my legs and the way they made my feet look so submissive.

I sat behind my desk, took out my compact, and quickly added some light make-up—eyeliner, a touch of blush, a thin coat of lipstick. I ran a brush through my longish hair, put away my things, and waited nervously.

I didn’t have long to wait.

I heard the key in the lock at exactly 12.30pm.

I’d had the extra key made for him just like he’d asked. He wanted to be able to have access to me whenever the mood struck.

He stepped inside the office and locked the door behind him. He slipped the key into the pant’s pocket of his mailroom uniform and winked at me. At five-ten, Damon was about three inches taller than me, but he was heavily built and his large frame was covered with bulky muscle. Everything about him was big: his hands, his feet, even his wrists. I’d always felt intimidated by him. His shaved head gleamed a dark-brown in the fluorescent lights. His shirt was unbuttoned a little way and I could see the dark plane of his muscular chest and the tight little sprouts of wiry black hair. I loved to press my smooth cheek against his hard pecs.

"How’s my little office slut doing today?"

"I’m good," I said, smiling shyly.

"Looking forward to my visit?"


"Come out from behind that desk and let me look at you, bitch."

I stepped unsteadily around the desk in my high-heels and felt myself blush as he ran his eyes over my body. My eyes dropped to the carpet. I could sense him taking an extra long look at my legs. I hoped he wouldn’t make fun of me for polishing my toes. I had applied a fresh coat of my favorite red polish the night before especially for him. I thought he might like my feet like this. Now I was embarrassed.

"You’re really getting into this, aren’t you?" he said.

I didn’t dare to meet his eyes.

"Yes," I said truthfully.

"Good," Damon said. "You really are a hot little whore, do you know that?"

"Thank you," I said, feeling my heart flutter.

"What are you thanking me for?"

"For thinking I’m a hot little whore."

"You like being a hot little whore, don’t you?"

I could barely get my voice louder than a whisper.

"More than anything."

"Put your little hand on my crotch, whore."

I reached out and placed my fluttering hand over the bulge in the front of his pants. I laid it there lightly for a few seconds, and then, overcoming my initial shyness, I pressed down and let my fingers find the shape of him. I used my thumb and forefinger to trace his shaft, rubbing him just the way he liked it. I loved the way my touch could make his cock grow. It made me feel so feminine.

Damon laughed. He lifted my chin with his calloused black fingers. His dark eyes penetrated mine.

"Aren’t you glad I walked in on you last week?"

"Yes," I said.

"You were so nervous when I came in to deliver that package and caught you with your pants down jerking off to that sissy website. What did you think I would do?"

"I thought you would tell everyone," I admitted.

"And I just might," Damon said, "when the time is right."

"Oh god please don’t," I stammered, panicking. "I’m begging you. Please don’t. I’ll do anything you want. Anything."

"I know you will sweetheart," Damon said. "The first thing you’re going to do is give me $500 every other Monday after payday."


"We’re underpaid in the mailroom, darling. Don’t you agree?"

"But that’s a lot of money. I won’t be able to pay my rent."

Damon shrugged. "You’ll manage. Or you’ll get a smaller place."


Damon put a hand around my throat. I could feel the strength of his grip and it both terrified and excited me. His voice was low and threatening.

"You dumb bitch. Do you realize how easily I could break you in half?"

I nodded, not daring to speak.

He brought his face close to mine. His hand was still around my throat and I took tiny, mincing steps, struggling to keep my balance on the high-heels as he backed me up against the wall. I could feel his breath strike my face with the force of his pent-up anger. Each breath felt like a blow. His grip on my throat forced me to my toes.

"You sissy punks with your suits and offices and expense accounts. You think you’re better than us."

I shook my head no.

"Bullshit. I remember how you wouldn’t even look up from your computer when I brought your mail. So fucking busy talking on the phone. Hotshot. I knew back then you were nothing but a pussy. I was right. Now I want to hear you say it. Tell me you’re a pussy."

"I’m a pussy," I said in a small, strangled voice.

He reached around me, slipped his hand under my nightie, and grabbed a handful of my pantied buttocks.

"Say it again."

"I’m a pussy."

"You bitches sit on your soft plump asses all day and push papers. You don’t know what real work is. Well, you’re going to start earning your money from now on. I’m going to spread the word around the mailroom. Imagine how happy the guys down there are going to be to see that one of you is finally getting what’s coming to you."

"Oh no no no."

"Keep your calendar open, sweetheart. You’re going to be very popular around lunch time."

Tears filled my eyes. My painted lips started to tremble. I was standing in my office, pinned to the wall in a nightie and heels, my hand on the crotch of a man who was promising to turn me into his whore. How could this have happened to me? And what’s more, how could it be exciting me so much?

Damon saw my fear and confusion and his face softened a little. He relaxed his grip on my throat. I swallowed hard and my heels once again touched the floor.

"Oh Jesus," he said. "I forget sometimes just what a silly little cunt you are."

"I’m sorry," I sniffed, tears rolling down my face. "I don’t mean to cry. I’m just a little scared. I don’t know what’s happening to me."

"You’re becoming my office fucktoy, that’s what’s happening to you. Look at you dressed in that nightie and heels and with your little white toes all painted. Dammit girl, you are one hot piece of ass!"

Damon grabbed my wrist and pulled me close. He pressed his full lips against mine and kissed me deeply. I sighed. I rubbed myself against his hard, muscled body. I felt so small, so soft, so submissive. I could smell his dark, dusky scent tinged with just the slightest trace of male sweat. It was like an aphrodisiac. Beneath the palm of my soft hand, I felt his huge, familiar penis throbbing inside his loose pants.

"Oh god," I said, breathlessly, when Damon broke off the kiss. "You aren’t really going to sell my mouth to the mailroom, are you?"

"Twenty-five bucks a pop," he said.

"Oh god," I gasped.

Damon was smiling. He knew that I had already resigned myself to the idea. More than simply resigning myself to being the mailroom slut, I was looking forward to it.

"Let’s not talk about that right now, baby," he said, sitting down in my high-backed office chair. "Right now, I want you to make me happy."

"Okay," I said obediently.

I kneeled between his splayed legs and slowly drew his zipper down. I reached inside his pants and felt for his hard penis with my fingertips. It wasn’t hard to find. I pulled it out carefully and let it slap heavily against my face.. Damon’s penis must have been at least 8 inches long and so thick around that I couldn’t bring my thumb and fingers together when I held it. It was the first black man’s penis I had ever seen and it seemed so much more powerful and masculine than the tiny five-inch white one inside my lacy red panties.

No wonder that women love black guys.

I love them too!

I licked the underside of his shaft, put my lips around the massive, purplish head, and slowly pumped him.

Damon spread his legs a little wider.

"That’s it baby," he groaned, absently stroking my hair. "You know what daddy likes."

I did! I did!

I pumped and sucked him, then stopped, and then pumped and sucked him again. I did this for several minutes. I could feel his cock growing longer and thicker in my hand. I waited until it reached what I knew now to be its maximum size and hardness. Then I released the head of his penis with a little "pop" of my lips, kissed it, and ducked my head lower. I gently drew his tight balls into my mouth one at a time and picked up the pace with my hand. His cock was hard and muscled and gnarled with veins. It was so strong it nearly jumped from my hand. I had trouble holding onto it with one hand so I put my other hand around the burning shaft. Now I pumped his cock with both hands and used my tongue to tickle the little triangle of light-colored flesh just behind its massive purplish head.

I felt his hands reach into the little lace cups of my nightie and his fingers feel for my nipples.

"You like this, don’t you bitch?" Damon said, squeezing and pinching my nipples. "You like to suck daddy’s cock."

Yes, yes, I wanted to say, I love to suck daddy’s cock, but my mouth was otherwise occupied.

I could tell he was close. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and worked my head down his huge cock. So far I hadn’t been able to take him all in and today was no exception. I could feel him against the back of my throat, threatening to gag me. With my head all the way down toward his crotch, I could see a good two inches of his cock beyond the reach of my lips. I used my fingers to grasp the base of his cock. I bobbed my head up and down, my lips pressed tightly against his burning black cock flesh. I thrust my tongue against him, massaging his shaft. I could taste precum. I figured he was about to shoot down my throat. I got ready to swallow.

Suddenly, he grabbed hold of my hair and yanked upwards. With one hand, he lifted me off my knees and pulled me from his wet black cock, which glistened inches away from my parted lips.

I winced with pain.

"Get on your hands and knees," Damon said roughly. "I’m going to fuck you."

He released my hair and pushed me backwards. Oh god, could this be happening? Was he really going to put that huge thing inside me? There was no time to think. I landed on my side and scrambled to turn over on my belly. I pulled my knees up underneath me and rested my chin on the carpet between my hands.

Damon came off the chair and kneeled behind me. I could hear loose change jingle as he pulled his pants down. My nightie had ridden up the small of my back leaving my pantied ass completely exposed. The slingshot panties I wore disappeared between my buttocks. My cheeks were bare. Damon lay one big hand on my defenseless skin for a moment and then without warning he gave me a terrific slap that I was certain could be heard outside the office.

"Ouch!" I yelped.

Damon yanked my panties down to my knees. I heard him spit and then felt his wet fingers roughly massaging my virgin asshole. He thrust a finger inside me and I gasped. He wiggled his thick finger inside me for a few seconds before forcing a second inside me. I started to panic. His two fingers felt like they were tearing me apart. How was I ever going to take in his huge cock? I turned and started to say something but before I could open my mouth Damon grabbed the hair at the back of my head and pulled my head back. With the other hand, he guided the massive head of his long hard cock against my defenseless rosebud.

"Get ready baby doll, I’m about to turn you into a girl."

I held my breath as he worked the end of his cock inside me. The muscles of my anal ring closed around his glans. My anus felt stretched to the point of damage but I didn’t care. Damon had opened me. He was taking my virginity and I would never be the same again. He shuffled forward on his knees and pushed himself into me inch by inch. A moan escaped my lips. I felt like I was going to burst, that I couldn’t take anymore inside me, but every time I thought I was completely full Damon thrust again and his cock went a little deeper. Without warning, my own little cock started spurting. My orgasm caused my sphincter to begin a series of contractions that massaged Damon’s cock.

"Ahhhh," Damon groaned. "Good girl, good girl. You come like a good little whore. You come for daddy. Oh god, baby, come for me, come for daddy."

He was thrusting wildly inside my bottom, one large hand on each of my hips, shoving his huge cock in and out of me.

"You’re my white sissy whore," he said. "My little white sissy whore. You should see how good my black cock looks fucking your white ass. You’re going to make daddy come. Is that what you want? Tell me bitch. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, yes," I said breathlessly. "Fill me with come."

I thrust my buttocks backward. I felt the slap of his heavy balls and the prickle of his pubic hair. He was totally inside me. I had taken him all in. I felt a sense of complete satisfaction and surrender. I was his. I felt his hand reach down to my wet crotch and heard him grunt and then his cock exploded inside me.

His orgasm lasted a long time.

I lay there, impaled, his pulsating cock depositing its hot seed deep inside me. Finally, I felt him slowly withdraw.

His cock slid out of me and there was a momentary sense of emptiness. I wished he could be inside me forever. It hadn’t been two minutes since he came inside my bottom and I already knew that I couldn’t wait to get fucked again.

Afterwards, I pulled my panties back on, straightened my nightie, and freshened my makeup.

"Who’s little white whore are you?" Damon asked.

He was sitting in my office chair with his shirt off. I was massaging his shoulders and back while he ate the lunch I had made for him. I had taken to making him lunch every day. I even bought a little microwave for my office so that I could warm up his meals. "Yours" I said, running my hands over his hard black muscles.

"Who do you get all dressed up for?"

"Don’t you forget it baby."

"I won’t."

"No matter how many guys I send up here with a key, don’t you forget who you belong to."

"I won’t, daddy."

"Good girl," Damon said.

"Do you think there will be a lot? Of guys, I mean."

"Oh yeah baby. Everyone will want a piece of you," Damon ran a hand along my bare leg. "Don’t you let me down. I want you to wear something extra special sexy tomorrow."

I shuddered with delicious anticipation.

Damon reached back. He squeezed the warm little package in my panties.

I blushed.

"You are a little freak, aren’t you?"

"Uh-huh," I said.

"I like those heels. And the toenail polish. You keep those toenails polished for me all the time, you hear?"

Oh god, he liked the toenail polish! It was such a simple thing—but, oh, it meant so much. He liked me like this. He really did. I wondered if he’d like it if I had my ears pierced, if I had my lips done, if I grew breasts…

That afternoon after Damon had gone back to the mailroom and I’d put on my suit, I sat at my desk taking calls and felt the little wet spot where his cum was leaking out of me. Even in my guy clothes, I still felt completely like a girl. I didn’t worry about the money I was suppose to give Damon or the men that would soon be coming to my office every lunch hour to use me. I didn’t worry about what my co-workers might suspect or how the inevitable rumors would effect my career. No, instead, all I could think about was what extra special sexy outfit I would wear during my lunch hour tomorrow.



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