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  Started my new job today and all the people there treated me like I have been working there for years.  Bob was the boss, and I was his secretary.  He asked me to file things and I knew just where to put them.  I was fitting in well.
   My name is Grace and I am a blonde with straight hair down to my shoulders.  Although I only stand at five feet three inches I have been told I have it.  I have been married for thirteen years and although thirty three I keep in tip top shape jogging and calisthenics. Â
  This story may be typical but what I am about to make public is what makes my story different or maybe not, you be the judge. Â
  I work for a pornographer, well, let me explain.  I got this job through a friend of a friend thing.  I am just the receptionist here and nothing more.  I am not in the part of the building that makes videos or photographs.  I am just a girl that makes eleven dollars an hour taking phone calls and welcoming guests and employees. Â
  My intercom buzzes and my boss Bob tells me to bring him in some coffee and a water for his guest.  I do as I am told and as I leave he slaps me on the ass.  I donât mind that as much as seeing naked bodies running around his office.  I hate that in fact but it pays the bills.
  I am a married woman and faithful to my man 100 percent.  I tell my husband I never see any of that side of the business and he trusts me.  If I told him what really goes on here he would make me quit and that wasnât an option, we needed the money. Â
  One day I walked in to Bobs office and actually seen a girl giving him oral pleasures and I turned away.  âWhatâs the matter, havenât you ever done this for your husbandâ he askedâ I shook my head yes and left.  Since that day I have seen much worse things going on.  Sex in the halls, oral everywhere, it just became the norm. Â
  It was Christmas Eve and we were having a party at the studio. I had my one margarita which was well above my limit but was coaxed into another then another one.  I was feeling no pain when a guy came up to me and started talking to me.  âHey whatâs your dealâ he asked.  I asked what he meant and he said âJust look around you, One girl is wearing a mini skirt almost showing her whole ass.  Another is wearing nothing at all and you, well you are in a turtle neck and slacks.  What gives?  I told him I was just a secretary and had nothing to do with that part of it all.  He then said âYeah but loosen up, what is wrong are you a chillerâ?  I asked what that was and he told me a chiller was a woman that didnât have anything to do sexuality what so ever, a cold fish a frigid woman.
 I told him I was none of the above mentioned and thanked him and walked away.  I headed for the bathroom and took a good look at myself in the mirror.  I did look out of place but that was me.
  I went to the back dressing room and picked out a better suited outfit.  It was a pink silk halter top with a matching silk skirt slit up to my waist.  Black under wear, a thong to be exact along with high heels, and frizzed my hair up.  I also put on make up and took another look and smiled.  This will show them.
  I walked back into the room and all eyes were on me.  I walked over to the bar and ordered another drink.  I felt more relaxed and mingled more and more.  Sexual activity was going on all throughout the party.  I looked around the room and felt slightly tingly myself.
  I was sitting at the bar and a cute girl with red hair was giving a man oral I the corner.  I donât know why but I watched her doing that to him.  Bob walked up behind me and asked me if I liked what she was doing for that guy.  I said shunning the whole thing âI am good enough for my husband.  I have done that for himâ Bob said do âwhatâ and I say âOral pleasuresâ.  He smiled and leaned over to my ear and whispered âYou mean a blow job donât you?â  I took another sip from my drink and shook my head yes.  Bob then asked me to say it.  âSay those two little wordsâ he said in a sterner tone.  âWhatâs the matter cant you say blow jobâ he asked again?  I turned to him and said it I said âYes I give my husband head; I blow him at least once a weekâ.
  He said he didnât believe me for one second.  He said I should prove myself by joining the red head and suck the man off with her.  I told him I do not cheat on my husband and ordered another drink.  âThatâs not cheating, cheating is when you have an affair, or fall in love, and this is just a blow jobâ he said giggling. âDonât laugh at meâ I said as I downed another.  âI just wonât do that for anyone but my husband and thatâs thatâ I yelled back.  âWell my dear if you donât do that then why may I ask are you rubbing my prick right nowâ.  I looked down at his lap and told him I wasnât.
  Bob told me that I looked hot and should be one of his models.  He added that he wouldnât let me touch him anymore.
 I was confused and asked what he meant.  He said with a smirky attitude âYou have been watching the red head blowing everyone all night and touching my cock.  I said âIâm notâ He said âyou are but I wont tell donât worryâ I took another drink and said I didnât care tell who ever you wantâ. I then grabbed his hard dick and squeezed it for a few seconds and said âThere see I can do what ever I feel likeâ He told me he still didnât believe me that I was better then the red head.  I said I was. âNo you cant do what she does, she is a pro and you, well you are just a amateurâ He shouted as he laughed at me again.  I stumbled to my feet and walked over to where the red head was and shoved her out of my way.  I dropped to my knees and took the mans throbbing cock into my hands and started licking the head. I slipped it in my mouth and took it all in and when I thought he was about to cum I swallowed it all. Â
  I walked staggering back to my seat and looked at Bob and said âSee she didnât make him cum like I didâ.  Bob told me that what makes her a pro, He said that only amateurs make men cum fast like that.  I got up again and looked around the room.  I saw a young man sitting in the corner.  I went over and blew him for almost an hour then went and found Bob again.  He said that didnât prove that I was as good as the red head.  He said âThe real proof is to fuck a man for a long while and not make you cum. If you can take a goof fucking and not cum yourself then I guess you are just as good as that red head, a real pro babyâ.
  I took Bob to one of the studio beds and started taking my clothes off.  He started fucking me instantly and came within minutes.  He told me that if I really wanted to show him that the real test would be to fuck a lot of men.  I said âGet them in hereâ.
  I lay on the bed rubbing my clit waiting and one at a time men started lining up. One after another they fucked me touching me all over.  My nipples were awesomely hard as one by one they came and gone.  Although I felt the need to cum I didnât want to be shown up by the red headed bitch so I held it back.
  Now it was getting interesting.  One mans cock was in my mouth while I jerked off two others.  Still another was fucking me hard.  I even had two men rubbing there cocks against my feet as they came.  Just then as the last man was fucking me I knew I had the red head beaten.  She walked over to me and said âDamn girl you got me neat, I would never let thirty guys fuck me like thatâ I just laid there a winner.  Bob walks over to me and says ânow youâre ready for the big bucks kidâ Thatâs how I got into the porn industry.
  My husband till this day doesnât know what I do.  He still thinks I am just a ordinary secretary.   Â
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