HR Changes: Conclusion

Nancy kept working, now and then touching herself. She saw Mindy, walking along, her halter top and short skirt showing off her sexy body as she gave the girls their lunches so they could keep working.

A few had finished their work and were pleasuring themselves, webcams on and showing them off to whoever was on the other end.

Nancy had done that. Pulling her top open, fingering her tits, staring at the blinking red light that let her know someone was watching!She had orgasmed the first time she’d thought of that. Maybe they were strangers, maybe they were friends or family…. But they were watching her!

Not just here. At home. Nancy had set up the webcam, right after she’d bought some more cameras, and showed off fingerfucking herself in her shower, as well as her masturbating on the bed, dreaming of Mr. Stanford pressing her down, taking her, her pussy stretched by his big cock, her fertile womb ready to receive his seed.

Nancy had arched her back, screaming, as she imagined him telling her, not asking, telling her that he was going to knock her up, make her his.

“Cooking and cleaning and fucking…” She’d moaned, pumping the dildo in and out of her sopping pussy. It was her place and her workplace. She’d been so excited she’d thrown away her contraceptives.

But then it was time to go to work. She’d stared at her panties and then giggled, leaving them off. After all, she needed to be properly dressed. Nancy had hopped into her car, after bending over and giving the guy walking his dog a show.

She’d never been so eager to get to work, all the papers, taking phonecalls, and even taking notes, waiting for Mr. Stanford to let her know she’d done good work.

That she was a good girl.

When she got to the office, there were men walking in and out. Big men, Strong men. One slapped her on her ass as she scuttled through the front door, Nancy jumping up and squeaking in arousal.

She didn’t see Darcy. The slut was—

“Yeah, the secretary’s busy,” the man sitting at her desk said, and as Nancy passed, she giggled. There was Darcy, on her hands and knees, her feet sticking out from the desk, bobbing her head up and down on the man’s cock, slurping with every motion. “She’s fucking wonderful at the job,” he continued.

Darcy moaned a little louder as she kept working his shaft, her tits bobbing with every moment.

Slut. Nancy thought. Darcy wasn’t like Nancy. She didn’t work for Mr. Stanford! Nancy wouldn’t just let any guy fuck her…

Well, not unless Mr. Stanford told her to. After all, it was important to remember her place in the workplace.

Monica Chen was pressed up against the wall by another guy, her bob of dark hair bounding around as he pushed her up against the wall, hands roaming over her body.

“Good,” he said. “I like this orientation… So, tell me, you on the pill?”

“N…no…” she whined.

Of course not, Nancy thought. Monica was saving herself for marriage.

She giggled.

Not anymore!

“So I could knock you up right here…”

“Y-yes…”

“Want me to stop?”

“No!” And with that, the man laughed and kept thrusting into her, pressing her tits into the wall.

Nancy was so wet she was dripping as she walked past.

Mindy was still on food cart duty, this time topless, as people came by and casually pulled snacks from it, before cupping her big jugs or pinching her nipples to show her what a good job she was doing.

Mindy’s squeals were oddly muffled until Nancy passed her and saw the big purple ballgag she was wearing.

I wonder what it’s like to not be able to like beg a man to fuck you… To just do your job like some slut… Nancy licked her lips, wondering what it would feel like if Mr. Stanford pushed a ballgag into her mouth, forcing her to work in silence, drooling around the gag while the men talked.

After all, she had to remember what her place in the workplace was.

She sat down at her desk and logged on to the computer, lightly rubbing her pussy as she got started.

There was a note that all working girls would have their pay diverted to a Company Fund where management would handle their bills. This would help ensure they stayed within a budget.

Nancy forwarded it to all the other girls. It made sense. After all, it’d be better if someone supervised them. She remembered the chatting and wasted time, and that probably extended to their spending habits. Nancy remembered how often she’d spent money on things she didn’t need.

It would make sense that she needed a strong hand…

She typed one-handed, thinking about that, her free hand rubbing her clit. If felt so—

“Nancy. Come into the office.”

“Y-yes!” Nancy stuttered. She walked to the door of Mr. Stanford’s office—it was hard to remember that once it had been her office, such a silly thing… She pulled her fingers out of her slit, licking them off before she entered, fluid still gleaming on her inner thighs.

“Yes, sir?”

“Do you know what the work crew is here for?”

“No sir,” Nancy said. Mr. Stanford hadn’t told her.

“I didn’t think you would.” He patted her on her head. “You’re a good girl, after all who knows her responsibilities.”

Nancy almost came, pressing her legs together.

“Come with me.”

“Yes, sir…”

*****

It didn’t take long to get up to the upper floors. Men were walking around, doing construction stuff.

Well, except for the men in the break room, introducing their cocks to Dora and Vanessa.

Nancy felt jealous for a moment, but maybe she was being taken to a special place.

“What do you think we’re doing?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know, sir. After all, my place in the workplace isn’t to ask questions…”

“Very good.”

Even so, Nancy looked around, the rooms, the empty rooms, were now different. There were windows on them, dark windows, she guessed they were set up so you could make them transparent.

“You know, Judy has been very helpful, shifting the assets, finding a new place in the company. After all, her managerial duties have been changed.”

“Yes, sir!” Nancy said.

“But we have new duties… I’ll be the CEO, but the owner…”

He opened the door for her, and Nancy walked in, and stopped.

The room was dark, all padding, with seats around the central podium, and a single dance poll on it… and her hands bound to the pool, naked…

Was Judy. Her former boss’s body was bent over, naked, her big heavy jugs swaying back and forth, fat nipples erect. Her wide eyes looked at Mr. Stanford and Nancy, and she grunted…

Because of the gleaming purple ballgag stuffed into her mouth. She was drooling around it, saliva dripping onto her chin and from there onto the floor. She grunted eagerly. Shoving her ass back as a man Nancy didn’t recognize fucked her, his thick dick pistoning in and out of Nancy’s former boss.

Nancy smiled. Judy looked so fucking happy, bent over, her boss showing her what her place in the workplace was.

Mr. Stanford didn’t even tell her the other man’s name. That was okay.

“You throw your pills away, like I told you?” the man asked. Judy whined out something that sounded like yes. “Gonna be knocked up pretty soon. Good girl.”

Another whine answered his words.

“Well?” Mr. Stanford said. “Time for you to join your boss. Celebrate how successful my internship was… right?”

Nancy didn’t need to hear anything else. She pulled her skirt off, stripping her jacket and shirt off, the cool air hitting her already stiff nipples. There were a pair of padded handcuffs attached to the pole, right above where Judy’s hands were secured. Licking her lips in anticipation, she held her hands up while Mr. Stanford secured them, the soft material tight around her wrists.

I bet every girl downstairs would be jealous right now. Then I— Suddenly there was a pink ballgag put in front of her, and she opened her mouth licking the cool plastic, before Mr. Stanford pulled it back into her mouth, forcing her jaw wide, before he secured the straps. Nancy moaned around the intruder.

It wasn’t a cock, but that meant… She felt Mr. Stanford put one firm hand on her ass.

“Good, Nancy. Now, did you stop taking the pill?”

Nancy nodded.

“And I didn’t even tell you to. Good girl.” He lightly slapped her ass and with his other hand, gripped Nancy’s hair. “Ready?”

Nancy whined, nodding frantically as he pushed her down. She felt his cock enter her pussy—pressing her folds aside, stretching her. Nancy screamed through her gag because it felt so incredible!

Then Nancy looked up at Judy, the other woman’s body quivering and bouncing as her man fucked her, fucked his little slut of a worker.

Fuck me, fuck me! Nancy felt one of Mr. Stanford’s hands roam under her torso, cupping a tit before he tugged on her nipple, a mirror of what Judy’s man was doing to her. Above them were cameras, and the idea that other people were watching sent her desire through the roof.

This is me! Fuck me! Watch my man make me his slut!

“Very good, Nancy. You and Judy and the other girls can work down there, and then come here for your other duties…and at night, you’ll go home with your man. Do you like that?”

Yes.

“Good girl. I guess you understand your place in the workplace.”

The words roared through Nancy’s mind and she looked up at Judy’s face, her eyes wide, face flushed as they both came, Mr. Stanford’s fertile seed filling Nancy’s womb, dripping down her legs as her muffled shriek of pleasure filled the room.

She wondered if she was pregnant now.

It didn’t matter. She and Judy would get knocked up soon enough.

The important thing was, all the girls finally had understood their place…

And with that, the world dissolved in pleasure once more.

End.