I had been in the chat room a few times and I had seen the name ‘The Receptionist’ on occasions, but with no cam, no photographs and minimal profile text I had paid little attention to it.
The only information on the profile was ‘female, Yorkshire, 23 looking for men between 21 and 30’
Not the sort of profile to give more than a glance when you are 52 years of age.
So when I got the message I was surprised and a little intrigued, intrigued enough not to just delete it.
It simply said
‘You seem a real male whore, you could be fun, remember the number 6969 and when you see that number next you have a choice, do as I say and enjoy or have me tell all your work colleagues about you fun on fabswingers’.
I read it over and over again, I had no idea what it was about and so sent a reply
‘Hey I got your message, who are you’
Two days later her reply returned to my inbox
‘Do not send me anymore fucking messages you whore, or I will out you as a male slut with no further discussion all you need to do is remember the number 6969 and when you see it obey me, or else’.
I read the message and tried to view the profile, but I was blocked.
A month passed and I heard nothing, no more messages and no explanation as to what he messages were all about.
On the Friday afternoon work was as boring as always, reports for solicitors and general paperwork done I was wondering whether the pub on the way home was a good idea or not when the phone rang.
‘It’s Mel at Branwell, Haworth and Bell Solicitors here, Mr Bell has said can you call in at 5pm today there is something he needs to go through with you’
Odd I thought to myself, but I agreed, the company sent me a lot of work, and despite the fact that it was odd that Mark Bell was working on a Friday I arrived at the office at 5.30.
Walking into reception Melanie was sat at the desk where I had seen her on many occasions
‘
Hey Mel, Mark wanted to see me’
She looked up and smiled
‘Yes Paul he says can you wait in the interview room he will be with you in a few minutes’.
I laughed
‘This must be important, I am surprised he is in this late on a Friday’
She smiled back
‘Oh there are bigger surprises than that in this place’.
I looked at her and walked into the interview room sitting at the desk where I had sat to work through case files on many occasions with the staff at the offices.
Five minutes later the door opened and instead of Mark walking in it was Melanie, not much of a surprise one of her jobs was to make the coffee and I expected her to ask if I wanted one.
She passed to me a single sheet of paper, on that paper in large letters was written the number 6969.
I looked up at her; remembering the messages the month before.
Her smile had gone and she spoke
‘yes you whore, I am The Receptionist and now you do as I say’
I looked at her about to speak and she spoke again first.
‘There is no discussion, no right of appeal and no way out, you obey me or the whole office finds out who you really are.
She stepped towards me:-
‘Stand old man, undress totally and make your cock hard’.
I hesitated a second or two, what the fuck was going on I thought.
In that second she turned away
‘too fucking slow, tomorrow the whole office gets to know you are a whore and that you play on a webcam online’.
I stood, the words that came from my lips was almost pleading
‘please no’
She turned
‘strip you dirty old man, strip now and don’t speak again’.
I stripped, I was naked in the interview room and on my knees in front of her.
‘wank’
was her simple command
I started rubbing my cock making it thick and hard for her, she smiled
‘Just as I have seen on cam, nice cock old man, stop now, no more wanking for now’.
I stopped as she ordered
She stepped forward lifting her skirt as she did so
Looking up her skirt I could see she wore no panties, stockings led to bare leg and bare shaven pussy.
She stepped closer
‘I need to cum old man, I need to rub my clit till I squirt, you are not touching me, but I need your mouth under my cunt when I squirt so that none goes on the carpet, get on your back and open your mouth’.
I lay back as ordered she straddled my mouth kneeling over my face her hot wet young pussy inches from my mouth.
Her fingers seeking her own clit
She started to rub herself harder and harder, and after a few minutes she moaned, and between gritted teeth spoke;
‘Drink it whore’.
Pressing herself down onto my mouth she started to squirt and cum, soaking my face, filling my mouth with hot sweet liquid.
Seconds passed and she started to relax, pressing down on my face cutting off my breathing she was laughing above me
‘I am so tempted to keep you there till you pass out old man and leave you there, but I won’t’.
Lifting from my body she stood up.
Smiling down her command was simple;
‘Dress and go away now, I have done with you for now, but you will hear from me again remember the number 6969 you will obey me or anyone with that secret number you whore’.
I dressed and left; the outer office empty as I left the building.
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