We walked to the tube station and I felt incredibly humiliated, a grown woman dressed like a schoolgirl.  I thought it would be obvious what I was but no one gave me a second glance--to all intents and purposes I was a young schoolgirl shopping with her mother or aunt.

And she treated me exactly like that, snapping at me and even holding my hand once as we crossed the street.  She even insisted I call her 'Aunt Sylvia'.  It was windy and I held my tunic down until she hissed, "Don't!  I don't think we should deprive the men of a glimpse of your slutty knickers, do you?"

"No, Aunt Sylvia," I said meekly feeling another gust, and the eyes of a young man in white overalls popped when he caught a quick glimpse of those sheer knickers.  I blushed, lowering my eyes.

I sat next to her on the train, keeping my legs together as tightly as I could in case the man opposite could see up my tunic.  Squeezing my legs, I felt my stickiness--I was aroused by the humiliation and I worried I was becoming so wet the already sheer knickers would be transparent!

Sylvia wouldn't let me hold my tunic around me when we walked up the stairs and I knew that people behind me were getting a good look at my bottom in the sheer knickers.

She led the way into the lobby of a tall office building, nodding to the doorman as we walked to the lifts.  We rode right to the top and I stood in the crowded lift head down as I felt eyes on me.

We walked into a large office and Sylvia spoke to the receptionist.  "Good morning, Wendy... is he free?"

Wendy nodded and Sylvia opened the door of a large office with views of London.  Jared was seated behind a desk and he smiled when he spun around to see us.

"She's perfect," he said to Sylvia.  "I told you she would be."

"Yes, yes," Sylvia said, checking her watch.  "I'll be back in a few hours.  Enjoy your little fantasy."  The door closed behind her and I stood nervously in the center of the room.

"Show me the knickers," he said and I quickly obeyed, lifting the tunic to show him.  "Turn around and bend over."

I did, tunic up to show off my bottom.  "Beautiful," he said softly.  "Come here, slut."

I moved closer to him and I kept the tunic up, as I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do.  His fingers probed my pussy through the knickers.

"Wet as usual," he laughed and tickled my clit in such a way I was gasping.  "If you're good, little girl," he laughed, withdrawing his fingers, "you might just come later.  Then again, you might not.  Do you want to come, slut?"

"Please Sir," I moaned, hungry for it, desperate.

"Under the desk," he ordered, taking my straw hat off.  I crawled under the desk, my back against the modesty panel as I turned to face his crotch.  "Undo me," he said and I quickly unzipped him, his cock emerging, hard and red.

"Please Sir, can I suck your cock?" I said quickly.  Jared laughed.

"You are a quick learner.  Go ahead."  I scrunched up close, on my knees and popped his cock into my mouth.  As I sucked, I heard him dial the telephone.

"Hello, Margaret... this is Jared.  Jennifer introduced us."  I almost stopped sucking in shock--he was calling a friend of mine, a girl I used to share a flat with before Jared!  His hand moved under the desk and yanked on a pigtail so I returned to licking and sucking.

"I was wondering if you would like to have dinner sometime?"  There was silence as he listened to the other end and I kept sucking, my head bobbing up and down as I listened to every word of that awful conversation!  "Jennifer won't mind, not at all.  We have an interesting arrangement... I can explain it to you or I could show you?"

The horror and humiliation washed over me--he was going to tell her I was his slave, his slut?

He rang off.

"I wonder what she's like to fuck?"  He laughed.  "I might make you watch."  He dragged me from under the desk, his hard cock wet from my saliva, poking my stomach.

"You are nothing but my slut," he said coldly, "my slave."  His big hands gripped my shoulders and he spun me around so I was leaning over the desk.  Tunic around my waist, Jared's fingers probed the wet crotch of my knickers, pulling it to one side.  In one thrust he was inside me, pushing and pounding me as I was forced down on the desk.  The windows were open so anyone could see me being fucked by my Master.

I felt the tension building and moaned, wondering if I could press against the desk to tickle my clit.  Suddenly, he grunted and I felt him spurt deep inside me.  Nooo, I wanted to scream, no, I want to come!  He pulled out with a little pop and spun me around again.

"Clean it."  On my knees, I licked his cock clean of my juices, my pussy throbbing with need.

He zipped up and I slowly stood, adjusting my knickers--the crotch was now soaked, and it would be even wetter soon when his sperm began to dribble out of me.  I adjusted my tunic and stood waiting.

He picked the telephone up and spoke a few words.  A moment later, a side door opened and a young man in a dark suit entered, his eyes bulging when he saw me.

"Michael, this is slut," Jared said with a sneer.  "Say hello and tell him your name!"

My face was red.

"Hello Sir, I am slut," I said in a tiny voice, my knickers now very sticky with the combination of juices.

"Michael, consider this an extra bonus.  Slut would like to suck your cock, wouldn't you?" he barked and I flinched.

"Please Sir, can I suck your cock?" I quickly and shamefully begged.  Jared laughed.

"Well," Michael cleared his throat, "of course."

"Take her into your office.  Strip her down to her underwear and you can come on her tits," Jared said crudely.  "Slut, I want you to rub it into your tits--get your bra wet."  Head down, I nodded as I followed Michael into the other office where I slipped my tunic and blouse off.

Just in the sheer pink bra and knickers, I kneeled as Michael fumbled with his pants.  Jared leaned against the door, laughing softly as I sucked Michael's cock into my mouth.  A different taste, a slightly different texture and he looked down at me with glazed eyes as I worked.

I was desperate to come and I was jealous when he came so quickly, milking him onto my breasts.  I saw the cold look in Jared's eyes so I quickly smeared the sticky goo into my breasts and bra like the little slut I had become.

"Well... " Michael stuttered, "thanks."

"Get dressed, slut," Jared commanded and I scrambled to do so.  I was a sticky mess under the tunic and I was sure I smelled as well, but he wouldn't allow me to clean up.  Humiliated, hot and sticky under that stupid school tunic, I waited in the reception area for Sylvia, receiving angry glares from Wendy and amazed looks from passersby.

Sylvia arrived after forty minutes of shame, thrust a few parcels at me and turned to leave, leaving me to run after her.

"You look and smell... well, used, slut," she said with a hint of anger as we waited for the lift.  "Did he enjoy you?"

I shifted slightly--my knickers were now completely soaked as his come ran into them.  "Yes, Aunt Sylvia, I think they did."

"They?"  She raised an eyebrow.  "I see.  Did you get to suck more cock?"

"Yes, Aunt Sylvia," I said red-faced as the lift arrived.

Thankfully the lift was empty, but Sylvia appeared angry.  "I assume he wouldn't let you clean up?"

"No, Aunt Sylvia," I said.

"And I suppose his did his little trick of coating you in it?  Is that why you smell?"

"Yes, Aunt Sylvia."

"Bastard!"  She was angry with him!  "I don't care how much he humiliates you, but to leave you like this when he knows you're with me is intolerable!  And stop calling me Aunt!"

"Yes Ma'am."

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