My Wife The Maid

Part 20

Being a Whore at my work

Over the next few days, everything just seemed normal as before between Dave and me, except for the fact that I was always dressed sexier than before I’d met Sir.

No matter whether I was just in the house or even just going to the supermarket, I was dressed in a shelf bra under a fairly sheer blouse. Always Short skirts with stockings, suspenders underneath (never wearing panties now) and always 4" or 5" high-heel shoes or boots.

Over the next few days, the welts and bruises on my ass began to heal, the bruises turning a yellowish/brown colour, making me glad that I had 3/4 days off work at the moment.

On the 3rd day, whilst Dave was at work, my phone rang, and I smiled to myself as I saw it was Sir calling. As I answered the phone, my excitement and happiness at hearing his voice again would be obvious to him.

“How is my dirty married slut?” he asked me.

“I’m wonderful, thank you, Sir", I replied.

“And how are the bruises and marks on your ass?" he enquired.

“Ohh, they are beginning to heal nicely, Sir”, I said proudly, as I had been so happy at carrying the marks of my service to Sir, on my ass, these past few days wherever I went.

Bending over in fridges at the supermarket, I’d been aware of others looking, hearing a gasp as I bent over. The further I bent over, the more my bruises showed, peaking out from under the short skirts I was wearing.

“Evelyn, I’m sure you know that when you return to work on Friday, things will have changed for you. Are you okay with that? If not, please say" Sir told me.

“Oh, yes, Sir, I'm definitely okay with everything. I remember Rob saying to you that he was sure that I’d be in high demand by Guests in future. Was that right, Sir?" I questioned, my body tingling, hoping that the answer was yes.

My understanding of that was that I was to be a whore, a prostitute or an escort for more guests from now on.

“Yes, Evelyn, that's correct, but only if it's what you wish to be. Let no one ever force you to do this.

Do so because you are now such a highly sexual woman who craves sexual excitement. If you wish to stop at any time, you just tell me, my little slut. Okay”

“Ohhh, Sir, I do want to do so. Yes, I now know who I am, what I want, what I need to satisfy my sexual urges.” And those sexual cravings were now so strong, I was already feeling down from not having been fucked for a few days.

“Oh, I have had so, so many requests for you, Evelyn. Every table that was at the Restaurant that night had asked for you. You are by far the most in-demand little slut that I have ever had,” he told me.

“Me, Sir !!!” I exclaimed in surprise.

“Yes, you, my dirty little married slut.” Sir's words are making my body tingle with excitement, my nipples getting hard under the sheer blouse, and my cunt getting so wet already.

“Maybe I should just have you tied to a table in the Restaurant and let them all come along and fuck you, Evelyn.” I could hear Sir give an evil laugh, over the phone, at that thought obviously going through his head.

“I need you to go shopping on Saturday, Evelyn. You need to buy an elegant ball gown as you will be escorting someone to a ball on Saturday night. I will send you a link with the type of dress you should look for. You have a credit card linked to my account. Use that to pay for everything you need. Okay?”

“Yes, Sir, I understand. What is the ball, Sir?” I was eager to know.

“Ohh, you will find out on Saturday slut,” Sir said, with a giggle in his voice.

“Right slut. I have to go, but I hope that husband of yours looked after that gorgeous, sexy, but bruised ass of yours, Evelyn?” He asked.

“Oh, yes, Sir. He was so gentle and loving as he continually soothed my sore ass. I think Dave was really turned on seeing me, his wife, like that, Sir”

“Good, I’m so glad to hear he did, Evelyn. I will arrange to have you picked up on Saturday evening. Bye for now, my little slut” as he blew kisses down the phone, making me smile and happy.

I went about my house duties washing, cleaning and ironing for the rest of the afternoon, but with a smile always on my face and a definite renewed spring in my step after hearing from Sir.

Eventually, Dave came home from work, and I had his favourite dinner ready: Sirloin Steak, mushrooms, onions and chips with a Glass of rosé wine already poured for us both.

My change in mood wasn't missed by Dave, who asked, well, it was more of a statement really, “I take it you have heard from your Sir?”

I was taken aback by the harsh tone of Dave's question, as I thought he had accepted that he was both our Sir now, not just mine!!!

Tentatively, now I replied, “Yes, I had, and that was why I was in such a good mood”

“Oh, I thought maybe you were happy to be spending time with me, your husband, remember?” Dave spoke to me now, with a slight sarcastic tone in his voice.

I wasn't really sure now how to reply, as I had thought that Dave was completely happy that Sir had managed to set free the side of me that had been obviously locked away before. In fact, Dave had even tried to get me to let the slut inside me out in the past.

“Dave, is something wrong?” I asked him.

“It's just, well, Its not how I expected things to be, Evelyn. I do love that you have finally freed the slut within you, I really do, but I hardly see you.”

He continued, “You are either at work, usually now getting fucked, or out doing whatever, with whoever, Sir wishes of you. I've never seen you with anyone else, Evelyn. I always assumed I'd see and watch you enjoying being the slut wife you have now become.”

“Are you asking me to stop, Dave?” As I looked at him, knowing I couldn't stop, my body and my mind were now totally addicted to being a whore for Sir.

“N.. n.. no, I'm not,” Dave stuttered.

“I just wish I were more involved. I don't want to sound selfish, Evelyn. I know I was the one who said I wished you'd let the slut inside you out. I know when it finally happened that night, you knew I wanted it too.”

I walked over to Dave and kissed him. I loved him. “Darling, I will speak to Sir, see if you can be more involved, so you can see your wife being the whore you have always wanted me to be.”

“Thank you, Evelyn, honey. I’d like that,” as we kissed again, this time with lots of passion.

Although I also was wondering how I'd broach this subject with Sir when I next saw him.

As I drove to work the next day, dressed as usual now in semi sheer white blouse with just a black shelf bra underneath, knowing that all eyes would be drawn to my breasts as the black bra showed up through the blouse. My nipples were hard and tingling as they rubbed against the material of the blouse.

I was wearing a pair of black back-seamed stockings, attached to a six-strap suspender belt, under a short, tight black skirt which clung to the curves of my ass.

Luckily, I had become used to and proficient in driving in my 5" high-heeled shoes; these were black court shoes.

As traffic was heavy this morning, I had lots of time to think of how my life had now changed.

I was brought back from my thoughts as I heard the tooting of a horn. As I looked out of my window, from above me, I could see a passenger in a lorry looking down at me, smiling.

I realised that he could see the tops of my stockings, just peaking below the hem of my short skirt.

The slut in me now just took control of my mind and body, as I wriggled my ass as I manoeuvred my skirt up onto my hips, my bare, smooth cunt now on show to him.

As we were at a standstill in traffic, I slid my fingers down towards my already wet cunt, spreading my legs as wide as I could, within the confines of the car seat, I slipped one finger in my soaking wet cunt. I then very quickly slipped another finger in my cunt as I began to pleasure myself, as I was being watched from the cab above.

As I looked up at him, he gave me a signal that he was wanking himself while watching my show.

It didn't take me long to cum, as I closed my eyes and began to quiver as I squirted juices onto the floor mat underneath my feet.

As the traffic now began to move, I didn't have time to adjust my skirt, so I drove off, with my skirt still bunched up around my hips, my bare, soaking wet cunt still on show.

The lorry peeped its horn as he was turning right, and my mystery voyeur blew me a kiss as it disappeared down the side street.

I just smiled to myself as I continued my drive to work, knowing I'd so loved exhibiting myself to a stranger and in public.

When I arrived at the hotel and walked along the corridor towards the staff room, I was met by Tom waiting at the door.

“Ohh god, you look so sexy, Evelyn, but then I know just how much of a slut you are, don't I?” he said with a laugh.

“I have to take you immediately to Rob's office, so follow me”, then pausing before adding, “Better still, I'll follow you” Tom said, looking me up and down.

As I headed along the corridor to Rob's office, it felt like Tom's eyes were burning into my flesh, which only excited me more, making me sway my hips much more for his enjoyment.

When we reached Rob's office, Tom opened the door for me.

“Ahhh, here's our little whore”, Rob said as I now sauntered past Tom into the room.

“Hands on the desk, Evelyn, and bend over”, Rob now ordered me, making my body tingle at him being so dominant with me.

Sir had told me that I couldn't ever expect work to be the same as before, so I did as Rob said, leaning down, pressing my hands flat on the desk, pushing my ass out and spreading my legs wide apart.

I could hear a slight astonished tone to Rob's voice as he then said, “Fuck Evelyn, you have become such an obedient, submissive, dirty whore, haven't you?”

Knowing what Sir had told me and what he wanted of me, I just replied “Yes, Sir, Its what I am now”

Rob was now standing behind me as I felt his fingers go underneath my skirt, trail up the inside of my thighs, which were still wet from when I’d cum in the car playing with myself earlier in view of the trucker. His hands kept pushing higher, finding my soaking wet cunt.

“Fuck Tom, the little whore is soaking already." I heard him say.

“Have you been playing with yourself already this morning, Evelyn?” he asked me now.

Biting on my bottom lip, I answered “Yes, Sir” and then relayed the basics of what I’d done for the man in the truck watching me, on my way to work.

“Jesus fuck, Sir definitely has turned you into a needy wanton whore, Evelyn,” Rob said, more so to Tom than to me, I thought.

Rob lifted the hem at the back of my skirt and spanked me hard twice, once on each ass cheek, saying as he did, “That for being such a naughty, dirty little slut, exhibiting yourself off without permission from your Sir”

My ass was now tingling from his spanking, but this just made me wetter, as I felt my juices begin to dribble slightly from my cunt again.

“I’m sure your Sir told you that your work duties are to now change after last week. Did he?” he enquired.

“Yes, Rob, he did”, I confirmed.

“And did you agree to the changes?” he asked me now, turning my head so I was looking at him as I replied.

“Yes, I did, I agreed that I would be a slut, whore, prostitute or escort for the hotel's guests if required.”

“Good girl, Evelyn”, he just said.

“Tom has a list of the specific guest rooms which you will be 'servicing' today”, emphasising the word servicing as he told me this.

“The underwear you are wearing is what you will wear to work every day, so I suggest that you use Sir's card to buy lots more of these items. You need to ensure you have sufficient spares in your locker to change if required.”

Then his tone changed as he now commanded me to stand up. Evelyn.

“Undo the skirt and remove it”, again in a commanding tone.

I just did as told, pulling down the zip at the back of my skirt, then sliding it down and over my hips, letting it fall to the floor, around my ankles, before stepping out of the skirt.

“Now the Blouse” Rob again just ordered me.

I took my time undoing the top buttons of the blouse deliberately.

Robs was impatient, and his hands just grabbed at the blouse, ripping the remaining buttons and pulling the blouse off me.

“Such a teasing whore”, he laughed as I now stood before him and Tom in just a shelf Bra, stockings, suspenders and High heels.

“Mmmm, that's better, Evelyn. Now bend back over the desk, but with your head and hands on the other side of the desk” Rob now seemed to be enjoying giving me orders.

I leaned down on the desk as my bare breasts and nipples poking over the bra pressed against the desk, making them ache.

Rob spoke to Tom now, “You can have Evelyn's mouth to make you cum, Tom, I'm having her cunt first today.”

I suddenly just felt him ram the length of his cock in my cunt, which, still being so wet, slid in fully quite easily.

“Open up, Evelyn”, Tom now spoke to me.

My lips were covered in a lovely, bright red shade of lipstick, forming a perfect O shape as Tom slid his cock between my lips, now shoving it deep in my mouth. I felt myself gag slightly, until I managed adjust my throat to take it all now.

Rob was now just pounding in and out of my cunt, his balls slapping against my ass with each thrust, making me moan around Tom's cock, which was stuffing my mouth now.

I couldn't help myself and felt my insides tighten, and convulsions spread through my body as I had another huge orgasm, feeling my juices squirting all around Rob's cock in my cunt.

As I cum my mouth tightened around Tom's cock. He just kept fucking my mouth, pushing his cock back and forth between my lips. However, the way my lips were clamped tight around Tom's cock obviously affected him, as he pushed deep in my throat before unleashing a torrent of spunk in my mouth.

Rob had just kept fucking me hard through my own orgasm, and it wasn't long before my cunt was receiving its first load of spunk of the day, also.

All my mind was thinking was that I didn't think, (and hoped not) that this would be the last load it would receive today.

They both pulled out, leaving me sprawled across the table, their cum leaking from my cunt and mouth.

Rob took a towel and wiped his cock before going over to a chair.

He picked something out of a box, took it out of its packaging and held it up in front of me.

“Look Up whore”, he said, as I lifted my head off the table now, my eyes looking at the sheer maid's dress he was holding up.

It was a sheer Black dress with criss-cross white ties, on the front at the chest. It also had a white apron sewn into the skirt. The length of the dress meant that it would barely cover my ass, it seemed.

“This is your new uniform, Evelyn” Rob was grinning now “There are a dozen in the box. Let me know when you need more." smiling to myself at Rob using the word when and not if, knowing they will definitely be ruined at some times.

“Room 110 will be left empty always for your use, Evelyn. So you can store any clothes you need for work now, or also if you need change, if leaving work, to go straight somewhere else to serve your Sir”

“Now take the box and the room list and go start work.” I was told.

I picked up my skirt, the torn blouse and the box. Tom opened the door to the office for me to leave; however, I was stopped in my tracks by Rob saying my name, “And Evelyn, have a nice day. Mind and be very very good to our guests and do ANYTHING they wish of you to keep them happy” he smirked as he said this, emphasising the word anything.

I then headed out of the office, making my way to room 110 basically naked, carrying my clothes, but feeling so good having enjoyed being used as the hotel whore by my bosses.

I eventually made my way to room 110 without having to pass anyone, which was probably best as I had cum leaking down my thighs.

Once in the room, I cleaned my cunt of the spunk Rob had filled me with, washed my face before redoing my makeup.

Then I slipped on the sheer maid's dress, looking at myself in the mirror as I adjusted my breasts in the ties. My 36DD breasts are almost spilling out, my hard nipples poking through the thin, sheer material.

I smiled, took a deep breath, telling myself I’m ready for whatever the day holds for me.

I picked up my room list, checking which room I was to 'Service ' first.