I am not sure how it happened, but I am glad it did. I have turned into a sex addict.

I love it, need it. My softness is constantly wet, my nipples hard. What is it? Well, I would have to say it is my job. I love it that much. I am officially a secretary, an soft placeistant. Unofficially I am a whore.

That is right, a slut. Somehow I was lucky enough to land a job with a boss who has a hard length all day, day in and day out.

A boss who is not shy.

A boss with a large thingy and lots of friends.

Do I love my job? You bet. This is what I did at work today. I dressed in my normal uniform, suit and heels.

I wore a shelf bra and a matching garter belt and stockings.

The garter belt also was a waist cincher so it covered my torso. My blouse was white silk but very thin. When my jacket came off there was no way you could not see my big hard nipples, the darkness of the skin showing through. On the train that morning I teased a couple male riders by slipping my jacket off and moving so that the fabric pulled taut against that skin. I got lots of looks and much attention when it came time to pull my computer down and slip into my jacket. Everyone seemed to want to help me and get a closer look. At work I planned to keep my jacket on around the women in the office but when I arrived and check the voice messages I found out that I would be the only women there since one had just called out sick and the other was out on maternity leave. Today I would not wear my jacket at all. I got my coffee and started the morning routine when my boss Bill walked in and smiled a wicked smile at me as usual then went right to his desk. As normal I followed but today I did not close the door. I walked to him as he sat at his desk and I dropped to my knees. No one here today? No sir. Bill already had his huge thingy out, stroking it slowly moving it towards my mouth and then along my lips. I opened my mouth and he pushed against my tongue as I toyed his large round head and then down the veiny shaft.

Shifting forward I took him in my mouth. I sucked him stroking and rubbing his balls as I did. He held my hair from my face and held my head to his length.

He called he is whore, his slut. He told me how he was going to fill my mouth with cum and how he wanted me to swallow every bit.

He did just that and I swallowed each drop of his thick cum that he squirted into my waiting mouth. I stood and he called me a good girl.

With his thingy out of his pants he reached for my skirt and lifted.

He stroked the front of my silken bare softness. Then he dropped my skirt and pulled my nipples through my shirt. He loved to pinch them very hard. It used to hurt when he did this but now it causes me to moan and wetten.

I wait each day for him to do this to me. It is addictive.

As he pinch and twisted my nipples his length twitched. It grew. I watch him harden. God I loved his length. I loved how he was always got so hard when he used me. I had found the bottle of viagra in his desk once but never said a word. I knew that grown men did not stay hard 22 hours a day alone but he wanted me to think so. He was not getting laid at home and so I was reaping the benefits. Home seemed to be one of those cases of since the baby was born his length hurt her, or so she said. Just as well for me because I needed it more than he knew. He turned my body so that I leaned over his desk and he lifted my skirt exposing my bare soft place.

He said nothing but slipped his length in me. Slowly he pushed into my wet snatch. I loved it. He pulled my nipples. Just then the phone rang. He reached for it. It was his private line which meant it was his wife or a friend. This time it was his wife.

He had let go of my nipples to answer the phone so now he grabbed my hair with one hand. He pushed deep trying to get a sound from me. It made me wetter. I knew he wanted a whimper. Something that he could hear and not Shelia.

He wanted to be able to get mad at me and spank me for making a noise.

He picked up the pace and played me faster.

I felt my wetness gather on my lips and roll down the inside of one leg. I moved to cushion the impact.

It hurt but felt good. He slammed into me as he said goodbye to his wife. Then I made a noise. Bad girl, Bill played me hard and deep and pulled my hair and nipples. It was both rough and tender at once.

I moaned and groaned as he continued to stroke in and out of my tight softness asking me if I liked him playing me and if this is what I wanted, needed.

When he was sure I had cum too soon for him to cum he pulled out and stepped back.

He led me to the chair by the window and bent me over it. This was something we did almost daily. He liked the people in the hotel across the way to watch. Sometimes he used me in the conference room so the office building on the other side watched. He displayed my softness and played me a bit more. Then he pulled out for a break and spanked me.

One, two, three, each getting harder. He knew what I wanted. I wanted the words and he wanted to say them. Whore, length sucking slut. Four, his length was fully erect and throbbing, wanting, no needing my wet softness. Dirty playing whore. he plunged into me and played me hard. I closed my eyes. He reached for my breasts. I had opened my blouse. My breasts bounced this each thrust of this mans length. The sun was warm on my skin and my nipples seemed to push into his hands as he moved to pinch them.

That is when it happened.

I felt to as a great rush of warmth and tingling. I came. Shaking and moaning. I felt mycum rush into me. He pounded and pounded and then he pulled out. I swung around and dropped to my knees. He pushed in past my lips and came in my mouth. I sucked and toyed him clean.

Then I stood.

He buttoned my blouse and kissed me sweetly.

Break is over and he did up his pants and moved to his desk. I slowly walked out feeling my sticky soft edges move with each step. I went to my desk just as Paul walked into the office. Paul is another member of our firm. He said Good Morning and asked where Gina was today. I told him she was out sick.

He stared at my blouse focusing on my swollen breasts and prominent nipples. They were so hard. I leaned in such a way to stretch the material across the nubs and made sure he could see my nipples though the silk. Bill did not know that I had been flirting with Paul for months. It was a daily diversion for me. Today I felt brazen. I heard Bill on the phone with a client. I reached up and stroked one nipple through the fabric.

Quickly and softly just incase Paul was offended. He looked me in the eyes and I smiled slightly. His face was a little pink and he looked a bit uncomfortable.

Then I felt his warm hand through the fabric on my breast. He stroked one and then the other.

He said nothing. Bill could be heard in the distance still talking. I unbuttoned three buttons and pulled open the fabric to display my breasts. He touched my skin lightly.

Then his voice came out in a whisper. Oh God, yes. Nice. He cupped them and rubbed his thumbs across the nipples.

They got harder, tighter. He pulled his hands away and looked over his shoulder towards Bills office and the sound of his voice.

Thank you.

I have got to go now. His face was now red.

He moved to his office and closed the door. I did not see either man for over an hour. I went to the ladies room and cleaned up. I washed my softness and fixed my makeup. I dabbed a little perfume on the inside of my thighs. I went back to my desk and got lost in mountains of paperwork and a sea of phone calls. At 12:30 Bill came out of his office on his way to lunch. He was meeting his wife here in the city. He stood behind me and pinched each nipple while reaching over my shoulders. He told me that a good girl would call him in 30 minutes and tell him how she needed her boss to play her.

How she needed him to call her dirty names and cum on her face. I smiled and said Of course. And leaned my head back on his growing length. God I want to play you again as all he whispered and then he was off. Now my nipples tingled and my softness responded. The office was quiet and there was not another sound. I slipped my hand under my skirt and stroked my bare softness and found my personal place. It was hard. I rubbed it and rubbed it. Finally I found my wet warmth and pushed first one and then two fingers into it.

It was wonderful but I wanted more. I knew that Bill kept a dildo and toys in his desk.

He sometimes would use them on me during the day when he wasnt up for a a play.

I went into his office and sat at his chair and masturbated with the dildo. It was thick and long and I got lost in the feeling of it pushing deep into me.

God I loved the idea of masturbating in Bills chair. Suddenly I heard a gasp and opened my eyes. Paul stood in the doorway rubbing his length through his pants.

I smiled and toyed my lips and asked him to come in and help me