Diary of a Secretary/Slut Ch. 10

Too nervous and too horny to think about what I wanted to drink, I simply said no.

"Suit yourself," he said, "Okay, first, I want a blowjob, and I want to cum in your mouth."

I nodded as he took off his robe and sat down on the edge of the bed. Henry hadn't lied! This guy had the smallest dick I had ever seen. Although it was hard and pointing straight up, it couldn't have been more than 3 inches. I took my clothes off and laughed at myself for being such a dumb whore. Here I was, giving myself to some unattractive stranger with a tiny dick, while my well-endowed husband was at home, probably tugging on one of his massive boners.

Anyway, once I was fully naked, I got down on my knees in front of him and swallowed his erection whole. As I started moving my mouth up and down his shaft, I tried to think of something stimulating – like my wanking husband having to spray his cum on the floor somewhere – to help pass the time. As it turned out, I shouldn't have bothered, as the guy climaxed barely fifteen seconds into the blowjob.

He grabbed my head with both hands and energetically pumped his tiny dick in and out of my mouth as he groaned loudly. The whole thing was over in less than six seconds. As he collapsed backwards onto the bed, I swirled my tongue around for a few seconds, trying to locate his wad. Unfortunately, the amount of cum he had shot into my whore mouth was so small that it didn't register with my taste buds.

"Now, I want you to lick my feet," he said, as he repositioned himself so that his feet were right in front of my face. More than just a little surprised by this request, I first took a closer look at his feet. It was instantly clear that this guy had a severe foot fetish! There was no sign of any corns, bunions, blisters or even calluses. As a matter of fact, his moisturized soles didn't have a single imperfection on them!

Realizing I had sucked and licked far worse than this, I bent down my head and got to work. When he realized I was agreeing to his ludicrous and humiliating request, he smiled, and immediately stuffed two pillows under his head so he could watch me worship his feet.

Strangely fascinated – and aroused – by this new form of humiliation, I began running my tongue all over his feet. From his heels to his toes and back again. I even gave his big toes mini-blowjobs. I couldn't help but think that they were almost as big as his cock. I reckon I must have been at it for about fifteen minutes or so, when I noticed his hands reaching down to his puny, flaccid dick. He began tugging it and managed to get it hard in just a few minutes.

"Thanks love, that was great!" he said as he sat up, "Time to cum in that pretty face of yours!"

Realizing his dick was too small to wrap my whole hand around, I began jacking him off with just three fingers. And to think I could have had both my hands wrapped around my husband's 9 inch, fat, veiny cock...

Anyway, after stroking him for about eight boring minutes, he suddenly pushed my hand – or more accurately, my fingers – out of the way and grabbed his pulsating dick, aiming it for the middle of my face. I closed my eyes and waited, as I listened to him growl and moan. Four drops of his watery goo leaked onto my nose.

"Thanks slut," he grunted, "You can go now."

Surprised, and just a little disappointed that it was over, I opened my eyes and got up. As I put on my clothes, I glanced at my face in a nearby mirror. The tiny amount of cum he had deposited on my face wasn't even worth wiping off.

When I was fully dressed, he asked, "What do I owe you?"

"Sixty," I replied, remembering Henry's price.

He reached into his vest, hanging over a chair, and took three twenty-dollar bills out of his wallet. Instead of simply handing me the money, he disrespectfully threw the bills in my general direction. I must – reluctantly – admit that that – demeaning – act made my cunt tingle. After squatting down three times to pick up my pay, I headed for the door and walked out without saying another word.

As soon as I was out of the room, I slid my hand down my skirt and into my panties. While walking towards and waiting for the elevator, I stroked my clit, hard and fast, driving myself insane with lust. Once inside the elevator – even before the doors had fully closed – I dropped to my knees, closed my eyes and began to finger fuck myself like crazy.

Because I hadn't pressed any buttons, I was relying solely on luck not to get caught. Knowing that the elevator could begin moving – or worse, that the doors might open – at any time, helped me reach my climax quickly. I did my best to stay quiet, as waves of intense pleasure began rushing through my body. I shook, trembled and convulsed violently on my knees, while I squirted jet after jet of my juices onto the elevator floor – and doors.

I continued masturbating feverishly for about three more minutes, up until the point where my body simply couldn't take any more. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed that the elevator lights had gone out.

"Stupid cunt," I whispered, realizing I had been masturbating in the dark for God knows how long.

After taking a moment to catch my breath, I got up and reached out for the dimly lit control panel, and pressed the button for the lobby. I then quickly rearranged my clothes, wiping my fingers on my skirt in the process. Down in the lobby, I noticed Henry waiting for me in one of lounge chairs.

"Ah, there's the whore!" he exclaimed, quite loud, as I approached his position.

My cunt tingled at his insult. I ignored it and sat down across from him. For some reason, I was suddenly very aware that my client's cum – however little – was still on my slut face.

"You smell like cunt," he said, bluntly, while he took a sip from his glass.

"I masturbated in the elevator on my way down, sir," I replied.

"Good for you," he replied indifferently, "Did you get my money?"

"Yes sir," I replied, as I took the sixty dollars out of my purse and handed them to him.

"Here's your cut," he said, sliding a one dollar bill my way.

I closed my eyes for a moment as my cunt contracted fiercely. A dollar? One miserable dollar? I gasped and snickered at my own, boundless, humiliation. I took the dollar and stuffed it in my purse.

"Take off your panties," he commanded. After taking a quick glance around the lobby, I lifted my ass off the chair, one butt cheek at a time, and began pulling down my panties as ordered. When they were off, I discreetly handed them to him. He immediately pressed them under his nose and took a long, hard whiff. I smiled as I nervously glanced around the lobby again.

After twenty seconds of passionate sniffing, Henry threw my panties on the table, right next to his empty glass and got down on one knee in front of me. Before I realized what he was up to, he pried my legs open and stuffed his index finger up my already sensitive twat. I gasped and grabbed the armrest of my chair, expecting a lot more abuse.

"You're an amazing whore, Maya," he whispered as he fingered me for about ten seconds, then pulled out, abruptly, just like that.

"T... thank you, sir," I stammered, as he wiped his finger on my inner thigh.

"The limo is waiting for you in the parking lot," he informed me as he got up.

"Thank you, sir," I whispered, quickly closing my legs.

"See you Monday," he smiled as he walked away, heading for the exit.

I couldn't help but wonder, as I sat there – completely used, abused and humiliated – if I was ever going to say no to him – or to any of my other bosses.

Probably not!