Rebecca Appreciates Diversity: Chapter 3

Rebecca Appreciates Diversity: Chapter 3

Rebecca's Journey at Howser

Shaking her head like a wet dog, Rebecca was already three weeks into her new job at Howser. She'd started in HR, learned about current projects the second week, and hoped for some good news on her third.

For the past couple of weeks, she'd been assisting Bob Hedging and Al McKee on a project focused on improving opportunities in urban poverty, recognizing that her experience with limited resources made her an ideal candidate. She'd witnessed the struggles firsthand, and now, observing their discussions, she was able to empathize with the real-life implications.

As she checked her email, HR requested to see her. Though it was an unusual call from the director himself, she made her way to the office, finding Brad Middlebury behind his desk. He appeared busy, possibly rushed, or awkwardly shy.

"You seem familiar," Brad said. "Have we met before?"

Rebecca shook her head, instinctively on edge at his abrupt question.

"It'll come to me," he continued. "Now, I have a query. Are you considered royalty?"

She blinked, puzzled by the sudden change in conversation. It was the first time she had heard someone bring up the subject at Howser, leaving her feeling relieved.

"Yes, I am a company Queen," she replied. "Why am I here?"

"Since you arrived, I've been looking forward to meeting you." Though previously distracted by work in Germany, he was finally available.

"Have you been waiting for me?" Rebecca questioned. The situation was sweet, but Brad's approach felt... off; unclear whether it was nervousness, rudeness, or just plain awkwardness.

Brad moved from his desk and removed his trousers and underwear, revealing a large erection.

"Well," he said, "it won't blow itself."

Rebecca shook her head, annoyed at his crude language. "Some men are prone to demeaning a woman's sexuality."

"What? Did I say something wrong?" Brad appeared genuinely unaware of how rude he'd been. Rebecca stood and approached him, still debating how much to engage with his presumptuous demands.

"Let's not exaggerate," he added. "I heard from Michael Daston, VP of Marketing, about your visit. He mentioned an extended meeting with the President."

Flashing back to her original meeting, she recalled how the official interview had turned into a threesome with the President and Michael Daston. It definitely was memorable. She'd half expected the President to mention it to others.

"You were expecting me?" she asked, standing before him.

Unbuttoning his shirt, Brad exposed his bare chest. "Yes, for quite some time. I had intended to meet you earlier, but I'd been working with clients."

Rebecca debated her response before getting on her knees in front of him. She wasn't worried about her reputation, but she couldn't violate her Queen's vow so early in her employment. She started stroking his massive cock with her hands.

"It was a meeting with Margaret," Rebecca reminded him. "I met with the President to help Margaret."

Despite his boorish behavior, Brad towered over her. "Yes, and you certainly wasted no time in fucking that President."

Determined to not succumb to his demands, Rebecca stood to leave the room. "I have no intention of disrespecting my Queen's trust."

"What?" Brad exclaimed, misunderstanding her intentions. "I'm not the one who fucked the President simply to land the job."

Feeling guilty over her mixup, Rebecca returned to her knees and held the base of Brad's enormous penis. "Actually, I'm here because of Michael," she explained. "He's the one who told you about the meeting."

Brad's cock was big and sturdy, exactly how she liked it, but his haughtiness made her want to leave. "Pain in the ass," she muttered.

"Oh, so now you're critical," Brad scoffed. "I did nothing wrong," he added. "Do as your instructed, slut."

Inspecting her fingers, she considered her options before giving in to his command. "I will, but I won't enjoy it."

Rebecca lowered her head and began to suck his cock, feeling guilty about her Queen's expectations while also focusing on the task at hand.

"I'm not really that," Rebecca usually enjoyed being referred to as a slut, yet Brad was just being mean. "I had the job even before that occurred." She couldn't recall the last time she hadn't loved giving a man a blowjob. "I was just trying to be courteous."

"Little girls become frightened, grown women get busy," Brad said, "and you're far from a little girl." Brad smirked as he squeezed her breasts. They seemed as good as they looked, natural.

Rebecca swirled her tongue around his head and inserted his cock into her mouth. She was taking her time getting his shaft moist and lubricated--the last couple of inches would be challenging. After several minutes, Brad withdrew from her and returned to his office chair.

"Come on, trailer park princess, crawl over here on your knees and blow me while I sit at my desk." Brad stroked his penis as he watched the new recruit. "Like the college interns do."

She crawled around his desk on her hands and knees, furious and compliant. She regretted the interns and wanted to make a stand, physically and metaphorically, but she was a workplace Queen and she desperately needed the job for her family.

How such a repulsive man could have such a delightful penis, was unfair. Stroking him, she knew it was time to insert him into her mouth and down her throat. She struggled to give a below-average blowjob. She started slowly, deliberately.

Brad said, "Wendy, come in here?" Rebecca looked up at Brad. "Keep sucking, slut."

"What do you require of me, Mr. Middlebury?" said Wendy.

"I've been making an effort to determine where I know Miss Rebecca from. Do you identify her?"

Rebecca looked up from Brad's penis. She was unable to smile, only offering a grudging countenance. She was aware of how slutty she seemed with Wendy's superior in her mouth and she wasn't particularly enamored with it. She had no dispute with being slutty, in fact she relished it, but not with abusers.

"No, sir," said Wendy. "Is that all?"

"Rebecca," said Brad. "Take off your shirt."

Rebecca complied, flinging her shirt onto the couch. As a Queen she was to obey, although she generally followed these directions.

"Recognize her now?"

"No," said Wendy, who turned around and left, closing the door behind her as Brad chuckled.

"She doesn't have much of a sense of humor."

"Have you persuaded her to suck your penis yet?" said Rebecca.

"I don't persuade, I inspire, and surprisingly, no," Brad responded. He placed his hand on the back of Rebecca's head and urged her to suck. "I've been trying to inspire her for two years. She's talented at her job or else I would have fired her."

Aware of the size of his penis and how hard he was, Rebecca discovered she couldn't get her throat in the correct alignment to swallow all of him. She rose up, hovering over the upper part of his penis, and lowered her face down.

"Oh, that's it, slut," said Brad. "Attempt to swallow it all. Attempt the trailer park attempt. No one ever has, thus don't feel dismal when you fail." He put his hands behind his head and reclined, enjoying the view.

Rebecca pushed her face towards Brad's lap, again and again, gaining more traction each time. She could feel herself reddening as the blood rushed to her face. "Draw my hair and pull my face down. Force me."

"Begging, I like that. We are going to get along nicely."

She was aware that Brad could not stand showing his power over her; demonstrating his cock's inability to fit down her throat. She tried to relax as he grabbed her head with both hands. Rough. It required him pulling her face into his crotch several times for his penis to expand her throat. She seemed baffled as he released his hands.

"Holy fuck," said Brad. "What the hell." He moved his hands away from her head.

Rebecca stepped back.

"I've always gotten my penis," Rebecca stated, raising her arms in triumph, her breasts jiggling. "Always."

Rebecca took pleasure in confusing the incredulity that occupied Brad's face. She took delight in always being able to deep throat a man's penis.

Hearing Brad yell out her old married name and then her ex's, almost sent Rebecca into a state of shock. During that charity game, her ex behaved abominably, causing her to cry when he violently dragged her back to the car afterwards. She experienced an overwhelming feeling of disgrace.

"Holy crap!" Brad exclaimed. "I can't believe it. Get back here, woman of high morals and suck my dick again. Rebecca Martin. Oh my god."

Feeling emotionally bewildered, Rebecca did as instructed. Her mind whirred furiously as she licked Brad's head.

"This just can't get any better," said Brad. "The new hire and the ex-wife of Roy Martin, slurping on my dick."

Rebecca admitted that gaining revenge through getting the bully's wife to suck your dick is an effective strategy. Considering her dislike for Brad, it wasn't as hard to accept it as she might usually.

"I guess he has a small one," said Brad. "Big talk, small dick."

She didn't want to boost Brad's ego, but she hated her ex more than she detested him. "He does, and I'm no longer Martin." She extended her hand as a proof of her divorce.

"Look up," ordered Brad.

Rebecca obeyed and discovered Brad was capturing photos of her with his phone. She bared her teeth, preparing to bite down on his genitals.

"Easy there," said Brad.

She nearly giggled in the face of her annoyance. Despite her fury, she desired to look enticing while giving him head. She could never tell who might view the images of her later. Considering she now knew how to handle the entire organ, she lowered her head until she could touch her nose to his stomach. Although it was not her initial objective, it still brought her gratification.

"You are one elegant lady," Brad commented. "Smacking my pecker like a professional. Seems Roy Martin's spouse used to be a sophisticated woman. I'm having a fantastic day."

"He never did," provided Rebecca, "that's for certain." She resumed sucking his penis. "No, he was an ordinary guy."

Brad waved his phone at her. "Hey Brad, you'll never guess who's down here in your office right now. Yeah, that's right, it's Roy Martin, the total asshole... I sent you some pictures, you won't believe it... Incredible tits... It turns out she's a hardcore slut. That's what I said, isn't it?"

Rebecca ceased her oral activities and inquired, "What are you doing?"

"Slut, listen," said Brad, "I'm chatting on the phone. Hurry up and get back to my dick." In response, Brad disrobed, leaving his full body naked except for his shrunken body. Rebecca judged that his body proportions were off, either he should be more muscular or have a smaller cock—the latter if she had a choice.

"Strip," directed Brad, "and over here, slut. You shouldn't be so rude to me. I'm about to fulfil your deepest desires."

"Likely not," retorted Rebecca. It seemed abundantly clear to her that Brad was overly proud of his genitals. However, when he struck her bottom, she steeled herself. "Ouch." A damp spot appeared on her underwear. Indifferently, she touched Brad's cock while they awaited.

"Fast response," remarked Brad, welcoming two men into his office.

"What? That wasn't even funny," said the first man as he stormed into the room, examining Rebecca. "Holy cow, this girl was made for sex."

Blushing, Rebecca glanced down at his eyes lingering on her chest.

"Here's Roy Martin's ex-wife, Rebecca," Brad said. "She has been sucking my cock for the past 30 minutes." He appeared pleased with himself. "Allow me to introduce you both, Pat and Walt, first base and pitcher, participants of that softball game your ex was a jerk towards."

"My apologies," Rebecca stated, turning in a slow circle for the fellows, making her breasts shake. She understood that she was in the wrong, although it appeared necessary to offer an apology. "Divorced." Her former name echoed in the room.

"Let the twins out, fuck bitch," Walt exclaimed, grabbing for her bra. "There's no time for shy now."

Rebecca efficiently caught her bra before it slipped off her breasts. From the males' reactions, it seemed they didn't mind. Her pussy reacted, and she arched her back slightly. She loved being the focus of attention and enjoyed this. Walt reached out and started touching her breasts. She gave him a warm smile, appreciating his directness. She'd never been prudish.

"They're just asking to be mistreated," Walt mentioned. "I bet these tits enjoy being roughed up." He pounded her breasts together and then bounced them on his hands.

Rebeca appreciated Walt's vulgarity, and was glad for his boldness. She wouldn't stand for one particular word, though. As for her breasts being handled roughly, she said, "Yes, indeed."

"What led to this sweet thing winding up with a dummy like Roy?" Pat inquired.

"A great question," added Brad. "How did you end up with him?"

"I'd reached rock bottom," Rebecca recounted. "Not one of my better decisions." She didn't like reflecting on the state her life was in. "There were things I later made amends for."

"That must've been a pretty drastic low point, bitch," Walt stated, pinching her nipples. "I've hit rough times, but never that low I'd bind myself to a sleazebag."

"I'd just lost my self-confidence," she remarked. "I settled for a man inferior to what I deserved." Birmingham between the three naked men, she had a difficult time remaining collected. "Times have changed."

Walt advanced, his penis swaying side to side. "I guess you are his trophy wife, eh, bitch," he quipped, gripping his penis. "I'd wager that dick lover loved having you and your breasts around, but only to show off in front of others how much of a man's man he was."

"I'm anything but a trophy wife," Rebecca clarified. She'd never been referred to as one before and disliked the term. Trophy wives were women without purpose or independent actions. "I'm not like that."

"Nothing personal, slut, but you seem custom-made to be a trophy wife. I'd guess Roy loved having you and your breasts around and showing them to others to show how much of a lady's man he was."

Rebecca was momentarily taken aback by this perspective: never before had she considered herself as a trophy wife in that manner. Yet, Walt's observations were spot on. He was nice to her in front of people, while acting like a prick behind closed doors. "Trophy wife." Feeling a different kind of loathing for Roy. Fuck.

"Suck my cock, slut," Walt ordered, pushing her to her knees. "I'd bet you always want dick."

Walt was right in part: she was always thinking about men, but not to the extent of needing to ask for it. Something her facial expressions must've given away.

"You do crave dick, don't you, slut?" Walt sarcastically inquired, rubbing his cock against Rebecca's spontaneously responsive face. "You're a pervert's dream come true."

Rebecca commenced stroking and then sucking Walt's cock. Pat stepped closer and then took his turn fondling her breasts. She moaned in enjoyment and deepthroated Walt, teasing his cock with her tongue. He was a brute, but his penis was pleasing.

"You have some mighty fine breasts," Pat commented. He tugged on Rebecca's nipples, observing her breasts dancing. "Let's make it a requirement for you to go without a bra. They'd show up anyone entering the Foundation."

"Yes sir," Rebecca said. She cherished men fawning over her breasts and delighted in the firm squeeze of her nipples. Going braless did cause issues, but her nipples were small, so it wasn't usually a problem with her clothing. However, it could be challenging and potentially embarrassing when some breasts jiggled too much and drew deliberate attention in public.

"This bitch who begged cunts can really suck a cock, Christ on a cracker." Walt yanked on Rebecca's hair, jerking her head to his cock. "Suck it, bitch, suck it like your life depended on it."

Rebecca couldn't help but let him move her head on his penis.

"What's your story, cocksucker? How many bosses have you bedded?" Pat asked, kneeling behind Rebecca, touching her breasts. "These would redden a cow."

"They didn't fuck me into the Foundation," Rebecca rebutted, moving away from Walt. "I already had the job when the President fucked me."

"Wow," expressed Walt, "you had sex with the President? I'm goin' to be pissed off."

"What do you want to know about the number of my bosses I've slept with?"

"So what's your count, girl?"

Rebecca mused over this idea of "count" - she'd never considered it before. She just enjoyed having sex, not seeing it as an achievement or rivalry. She recognized the difference between getting laid to get a job and having it after having the job.

Her mind drifted back to the Baptist church she'd worked at for years. She endured the occasional unwanted attention from deacons or elders who'd pinch her behind or surreptitiously brush against her breasts. She chalked it up as part of her life as a southern woman.

But a change occurred during her final year there, following her divorce. No longer under her ex's thumb, she could indulge her sexual urges. One specific elder at the church, sensing her freedom, persistently made moves on her, culminating in them having sex one day in the church kitchen. After that, she was having sex with several elders each week, including her boss.

She spent three years at the local elementary school before transitioning to Howser. It wasn't until the last weeks before departing that she slept with her principal, a tall black man with a sizable member - a fantastically enjoyable three weeks.

"Many, I guess," Rebecca replied, but she knew her words held little persuasion.

"You've been with us for about three weeks now?" Brad inquired. "How many men in the Foundation have you slept with so far?"

"None," she admitted. However, she also didn't count the three Foundation members she slept with prior to taking the job.

"Believe it or not, but I'm floored," Brad expressed. "But that's about to change, isn't it, slut?"

Rebecca found herself nude but for her thong, engaged in orally stimulating the men's penises. With no possibility of escape, she knew she'd end up fucking them. "Yes." She never wanted to play coy.

"Let's form a train," Walt suggested. "Let's stir up your pussy."

"A what?" Rebecca inquired.

"Quiet, slut, and put your head down on my desk," Brad instructed. "We're going to get you warmed up."

Rebecca felt her thong ripped and her breasts squished while her legs were spread apart. She barely managed to hide that the men's groping and comments - not to mention their cocks - had previously started her arousing her, but they'd discover this once they penetrated her.

"Brad, bring Wendy into the room," Brad ordered. "It's time for her to fulfill her duties. She's welcome to join in."

Wendy said, "Doubtful, and for the record, I don't enjoy this." Then she walked around Brad's desk, pointed the phone's camera at Rebecca sprawled on his desk, and reported, "Hey, it's been awhile since I heard from you. Just wanted to let you know things are progressing: new job, new experiences, new friendships... these new friends have already permitted me to suck their penises. They intend to use my body in turn." The men were cheering lustily, yelling, and calling her vile names.

Rebecca, speaking to Wendy quietly so the others couldn't hear, said, "How have you resisted these men's penises?" She would have been on her knees far longer if she were the office manager.

"What's the point?" Wendy responded.

"Because they're sleazy men," Rebecca argued.

"I know they are, particularly Brad, but they're men with fragile egos and hard erections. I enjoy being fucked." When she was sexually aroused, the only thing that mattered to her was making sure the men were satisfied. It was a curse and a blessing.

"Listen to someone who lived a neat and respectable life for most of their years; allow men to screw you whenever they want and be grateful for it. I know you're not old enough to be my child, and if you were, I'd tell you what my mother said, which is 'say yes' to men." Rebecca suspects that her mother was referring to saying 'yes' when men ask you out on a date since it was terrifying for them, but when Rebecca translated that guidance into grownup terms, it became saying 'yes' to men who wanted to sleep with you. "At the very least, suck their cocks. They're worthy of that." Rebecca comprehends that Wendy does not fully grasp this, yet she's determined to help her understand.

Brad steered and slapped her bottom as he guided his cock head into her moist pussy. "You can perform better than that, whore. Rightfully so, we're going to fuck you. What else do you have to say to the prick?"

Rebecca noticed herself pushing back against Brad's prick. As Walt stated, she couldn't be coy; she desired a penis in her vagina. "I've only known them today and they're providing me with what you couldn't. For years, I've wanted to suck and fuck other guys, even during our marriage, I enjoy cocks, yet you're too envious and too lacking as a man - you simply don't measure up to a woman like me. These guys are already tagging me as a slut and a trollop, and they're right. Watch how they satisfy me with their large, hard, masculine cocks. I'm going to be their uninhibited blonde bombshell slut." Rebecca paused and said, "By the way, you should know this: all of these men are from the softball team you disrespected several years back. Watch as they demean your wife with their cocks. They're going to bring her to climax with their shafts."

Grabbing her bottom, Brad pushed his penis into Rebecca's vagina. "Holy shit, slut. This pussy is wetter than my hot tub."

"Ugh, yes," said Rebecca. "Go all the way in." She required this.

"Wow!" said Brad, high-fiving Walt, "a cheap slut who loves to fuck strangers."

Rebecca's language became unfiltered due to her heightened sexual arousal. "I love to have strangers fuck me, and I'm undoubtedly a cheap slut." Her body was set on fire.

"Do you take it in the anus, cunt?" inquired Walt.

"Oh God, yes," she yelled at her ex, while Brad was working her vagina. "He's in my vagina." She inquired of her ex: "Why are you pulling out?" She didn't comprehend because Brad had only been fucking her for a few minutes. But the moment the words left her lips, she could feel Pat slipping his prick into her.

"My opportunity," said Pat. "It's time to fuck the homecoming queen."

Rebecca grunted as Pat forcefully thrust his manhood into her. Her whorish side was out front. Three men were penetrating her vagina. She cherished possessing various facets of her personality - humorous, judicious, studious, compassionate, wise, caring - but her latest identity, her slut side, was rapidly becoming her favorite. Pat was pounding her fast and mercilessly, and her body was trembling.

"You're a commanding personality, huh?" Rebecca joked to Pat.

"I am when it comes to pussy," Pat boasted. "Why bother playing games when a girl is willing to fuck?"

She adjusted her stance to accommodate Pat's fast rhythm. She acknowledged that when a girl wished to be fucked, there was no point in being polite. Pat had a penchant for her buttocks - slapping them, squeezing them, and spreading them. Her breasts have received more attention over the years, but since she transformed into a girl who enjoys casual sex, men flocked to her buttocks.

"Fuck me well," Rebecca advised. "Use me."

Walt started hammering Rebecca, rough and aggressive, slapping her butt along the way. "The trophy miss ain't nothin' but a trailer park queen, handin' it out all around town."

She loved it. Every guy had taken their turn at her, hammering her hard. Walt was right - ever since her divorce, she'd been handin' it out all around town, and she enjoyed every single moment of it.

"You cunt, you're a wicked beast. After you split up, I'd bet my nuts your ex's friends all tried to get some. Makes ya think, don't it? You're among friends here, honey, so you can be honest."

"Fuck me, slave me," Rebecca whimpered, looking over her shoulder. "Ride me hard." Walt's words triggered something inside her and she couldn't help herself. "Yeah, but they were all polite about it. They waited until the divorce was finalized before giving me a shot."

"Sure they were," Walt snarked. "Rapin' and pillagin' every puss they found, right? How many of 'em weren't exactly respectful? How did they know you were free?"

Rebecca could feel her climax approaching, like a heavenly storm on the horizon. "Some of them. Jesus, fuck me... how they knew... I don't know. But they must have, 'cause right after the divorce, they all seemed extra eager." He slammed her harder against the desk. "The first friend invited me to coffee the next afternoon. I ended up suckin' his cock in his truck." Walt was slappin' her ass, hollerin' and thrustin'. "He said I must be missin' some, and offered me a blowjob. He let me suck his cock."

She cried out as Walt pulled away, and he switched places with the next fella. "The second friend came by my house the following day to see if I needed any help. After comfortin' words, he gave me a long hug. His hands found my ass and his tongue found my mouth. His lovin' was genuine. I had to kiss him back, given the situation. He undressed me and let me ride his dick to feel better." She panted, breathin' hard and startin' to sweat. "I went for a long time and eventually finished on the couch. He was so wonderful."

She moaned as Joe took over, about to blast her into alpha orbit. "The dude you're havin' right now is Joe, the third baseman. He's going to make me cum." She pinned herself against the desk, pushin' as far away as she could. "Gotta cum, gotta cum now." Joe was slammin' her into the desk without mercy. "My pussy is his. Break me, make me yours."

She heard Brad say, "How many of your so-called nice and considerate exes got their meals at your pussy buffet, bitch?"

"Ohh... ohh... I don't know for sure..." She was so close to orgasm it was muddlin' her thoughts. "I can't remember the count... something like six or seven?" Wacka wacka - Joe against her ass. "Prolly more, maybe 8 or 9." Somehow deep inside, she knew it was more. "I mean, think about it... they all wanted a piece." Slap-bam-pow, Joe was poundin' her. "Oh... oh... Oh fuck, I'm gunna cum! I'm your slut!"

"More than one at a time?" he grilled.

She was so close she could barely stand. "They threw me a grand reopening party," she managed to say. "I dunno how many there were... ten or more." Wacka wacka, she could feel herself slipping deeper and deeper into the abyss. "Thinkin' back, I'm sure there were. They were just that eager."

Brad's voice was loud in Rebecca's ear as her climax engulfed her, blocking out her senses. Joe was aggressively penetrating her, and she was a delirious mess. "A festive celebration of divorce!" she couldn't help but shout and cum. "Eight of them brought me to a dog park... at night... I had no clue."

She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. "Why did they take me to a dog park?" asked Brad.

Rebecca was barely coherent, her body trembling, her mind reeling. "Everything happened." She no longer cared about her dignity. "Each guy took turns sucking my cock." The football players had pushed her over the edge. "Then each one took turns fucking me." It was all out there for the men in the room to hear. "One, two, three at a time... they fucked me tight, so tight, they made me come." They had all conquered her with their penises. "I came so many times." The way Joe's penis felt inside her felt surreal. "I was covered in cum." She couldn't see, her body was on fire. "They said they'd always wanted to fuck me." She was on the verge of tears from cumming so much. "How could I not? They called me their 'fuck pig.' I squealed all night." She knew everyone would know her secret.

"You're a slut for the rest of your life now," said Brad.

Joe's penis grew soft in Rebecca's pussy, the orgasm finally receding. She struggled to breathe, trying to catch her breath. She knew she had said too much, shared too much, but she couldn't help it. Her orgasm was just that powerful. Four men. Everyone knew she was a slut. There was no way to hide.

"Was everything you said true, slut?" asked Walt.

Rebecca was able to take a deep breath, her orgasm starting to fade. "Yes, it was so intense."

Pushing herself up from the table, she turned around to face the men. They smiled and relaxed, their cocks pointing at her. She had bared her soul, revealed her shame. She was their slut, and her sweaty cleavage and thighs attested to it. While her orgasm was receding, her body was still charged with sex.

"Did you enjoy being their 'fuck pig,' slut?" asked Walt.

Rebecca wasn't as out of it as she had been during her orgasm, but she still couldn't lie. She had started, so now she had to finish. "Yes, I loved being their 'fuck pig.'"

"You're not a one-time kind of slut, right?" said Walt.

Rebecca was embarrassed, but Walt wouldn't stop pressing her for answers. "No, I'm not." Her response caught the men's attention. "I've had pig parties before, where I'm fucked by several of them." She noticed the men's smiles and arousal, and it made her more excited. "It's done about once a month. They send out a text inviting everyone to the party, and then I--"

"Hold on a second, are you saying your husband's a firefighter?" interrupted Brad. "So the firehouse slut fucks a bunch of firefighters?"

Oh no. The firefighter community was close-knit, and she didn't want everyone to know she was being fucked by them. Brad's anger made it worse. "Yeah, my ex's a firefighter." They were going to find out anyway, so Rebecca sighed.

"So you've had pig parties at a fire station too?" Brad was getting even more aggressive.

Blushing, Rebecca nodded. "I did it twice when my ex went out of town." Her stomach sank knowing that everyone knew. "I even cooked for them, went down their fire pole, and got their cum on me." Her arousal increased knowing the men were listening to her. "They all pumped me tight and hard all night."

"Have you ever fucked a fireman's pole at one of those parties?" pressed Brad.

She regretted her confession, realizing she'd shared too much, but she couldn't say no. "Yes, both times when I was at the station." She couldn't hide her arousal as she felt her pussy getting wet. "They fucked me all night, and I was never unhappier."

She caressed her lower lip with her fingertip and began cradling her clitoris. "My first visit, I arrived around six, and they refused to let me in dressed, so I stripped off in the lobby," she recalled, fond memories of being naked and on edge. "I rode one guy on the front seat of the truck as he honked the airhorn, while another took me on the ladder, with everyone watching." Her breathing picked up, nearing her next climax. "In the fitness room, two men had their way with me, while I got an oil change in the maintenance bay."

The men's intensity intensified as the evening progressed. "At midnight, all eight of them climaxed in my backside. It was remarkable, it was the first and last time I'd been anally fucked that way," she confessed. "I knew there was a firefighters' gathering coming up in a few weeks, and that they'd ravage her like no other."

"Continue, Maude, cum for us," urged Walt. "Fiercely rub that pussy into ecstasy," he demanded.

She couldn't hold back, despite wanting to. Her fingers danced across her clitoris, massaging it strongly. "Ooooh, fuck!" She envisioned the upcoming festivities and the men's relentless usage of her body. "Ready to cum," she whispered, unknowingly tailoring her orgasm. "Fuuuuuck..." Reality blurred at the edges. "Jesus Christ... Oh my God... aaaaaaaaah..."

Her legs grew weak, and she slipped to her knees on the carpet. Breathing heavily, she refrained from meeting their gaze.

"This slut is insatiable," said Brad.

"It ain't her fatiguing us," retorted Rebecca, hands on her hips, breathing fast from merely envisioning her own past performances.

"No, ma'am, we're just heating you up," assured Brad, holding her hips to keep her seated upon him.

"But- " Rebecca started.

"You're not a whore," interrupted Brad. "A slut, on the other hand..." He studied her naked, unashamed body.

Rebecca stood up, turning away to face Brad. "Don't use the word whore," she disagreed, as if her reputation couldn't afford such a negative connotation. "I'm a slut."

With a greater desire to please, she rode Brad's erection with impressive intensity, causing her large breasts to bounce in accompaniment. Her frustration with him only made her performance more heated.

"I could literally observe your sex act all day!" exclaimed Walt, in awe of Rebecca's reputation. "But I'm desiring your oral talents now."

With Brad's hips at the mercy of Patrick's grip, and Walt at Rebecca's face, the trio cycled her between them, like a necklace of pleasure.

"She's unbelievable! How did she manage to land such an incredible position?" expressed Walt. "Can you imagine this cunt's services being provided daily?"

"Those are the reasons I hired her," Brad stated, hands on her thighs, guiding and urging her to maintain a high pace. "Absolutely worth the investment."

As Rebecca rode the wave of orgasm after orgasm, Brad enthusiastically caressed her hips and pushed her onto his cock. Walt kneeled and thrust his arousal into her, preoccupied with mounting his second orgasm.

"Come on, Walter, I want that cunt's mouth back on my hog," commanded Walt.

"Aahh! They're making me cum," Rebecca commented, trying to keep focused, but finding his obsession grotesque. "Damn, lift her..." he instructed.

"It's time, Walter," suggested Patrick. "Both into her."

"Fuck yeah!" Walt agreed, positioning himself behind her, while Pat stepped back to allow free passage.

Rebecca struggled to breathe, her mind adrift in pleasure and her body shaking with exuberance, miserable in the presence of so much objectification. Regardless, she appreciated her desire to climax. "Harder," replied Rebecca to the suggestion from outside herself. "Faster..." Their hands, as one (double penetration) synchronized her thrusts. "Beautiful body," repeated Brad, reduced to an appreciative noise. "Worth every cent." Rebecca's mind cached, desiring to disengage, but pleasure won.

Without interference of these men, Rebecca's climaxes consumed her, waves of ecstasy subsuming her body. "Focus on my penetration," Rebecca requested, confidence etched across her face as she calculated the pending orgasms. "It'll be worth my every effort."

Rebecca was clueless about the meaning of DP, as Brad pushed her off his member and stood up. She quietly said to Brad as he got off the couch, "Just keep it up, and I'll bite that thing off."

"Turn around, slut, and straddle my member," said Walt, who had taken Brad's position on the couch. "You like getting fucked, don't you bitch."

"I love it," said Rebecca.

She didn't need any more encouragement and jumped on Walt's member. She thrust her hips forward and backward, allowing his member to glide across her clit and vanish into her pussy. With her hands on his chest, she drove him deeper, humping her breasts.

"Leans forward, slut, it's Pat's turn to fuck your face," said Walt, "You like being a dirty whore."

Rebecca leaned forward, while Walt spread her cheeks. She was excited to have both Walt and Pat. Pat pushed his member into her ass.

"It's time to take the prom queen out to the shed," said Pat, "Make her earn her living, bad girl."

Rebecca eased down as Pat started pushing into her. She loved having men in her ass, knowing how much they appreciated it. She didn't understand why women didn't like it. She loved every inch of it.

"Slow down, slut," said Rebecca. Pat wasn't huge, but he was more than enough. "Go easy."

"My experience has shown that prom queens are always eager to demonstrate they're not prudes and prim." said Pat. "They'll do just about anything you desire."

She'd never been the prom queen, but Rebecca was excited to show men that she wasn't the proper woman they saw every day. With Walt in her pussy and Pat in her ass, she was in heavens. Pat was really pushing into her. "Grr... grr... grr..." she grunted, "I was made for anal sex."

"Yes, you were, prom queen." Pat's balls were slapping her ass like she was a naughty girl who needed a spanking. "I bet your dad's friends watched this ass for years."

Rebecca was beginning to perspire. The men were administering intense stimulation and she couldn't be happier. The men synced up and the pressure of them penetrating her simultaneously was causing her to experience mind-blowing waves of pleasure.

She'd lost track of time when she heard Joe, "Let's go." His voice was deep and stern, like a Greek god on steroids. As she peered over her shoulder and said, "Yes, sir." Joe's colossal penis was throbbing, and she wanted it inside her. Walt and Pat pulled out.

Joe shifted her back to the desk and had her position her hamstrings atop it, holding her legs apart. "I'm going to impregnate you, cum whore."

"Yes, sir," said Rebecca, "Breed me. Please. I love your big cock." She was content to grovel for Joe's cock. "Fuck me, harshly. Whatever you want, take from me. I'm a slut for your cock."

Rebecca shouted loudly as Joe plunged his massive penis deep inside her. "Fuuuuuck." He was taking lengthy strokes, stuffing her with his hips with each thrust. He spread her legs far apart, her hips up against the edge of the desk. She became a captive pleasure tool for Joe.

Rebecca took note of the men gathered on the sides of the desk, stroking their members vigorously. "Cum on me. I'm your good Southern slut. Joe can penetrate me, and you can impregnate me; I'm content with wearing your cum whenever, wherever."

Rebecca was overcome by sheer gratification as Joe moved from his slow kisses to a furious pelvic thrashing of her pussy. She was now his captive vagina.

"Breed me with your big cock. Fuck me into eternity." She screamed. "I'm your randy pig. I can't help it; I need your cocks." She cried out in ecstasy. "Cover me in your jizz."

Pat was the first to spray her face with his semen. "Yes, baby, use my face as your cum rag," Rebecca. "Spray me up." Pat ejaculated two additional flows over her nose and mouth. "Oh God, you treat me so well. You know I'm your jizz girl."

"Cunt, you're going to experience my industrial-sized lorry dick until you're exhausted," said Walt, stroking his erect member. "Likewise, I'll acquaint myself intimately with that pussy of yours."

"Yes, yes, ram my pussy full of your cargo. I love a good truck bang," Walt's lucky strike was a perfect shot into her mouth, "And I adore sucking you while you deliver your shipments and shooting jizz down my throat." She giggled as Walt splattered her breasts with his sperm. "You cum like a hose and I crave it. I can't get enough," she gasped.

"Rebecca, swaying her pelvis, felt Joe's thrust penetrate her intimately. She couldn't cease yelling, "Impregnate me". His member was big, and he was an adept lover. "Inject your seed in my sizable pussy". She envisioned that he had made countless women ecstatic.

"Margaret was right when she informed me of recruiting a whore," remarked Brad, leaping upon the desk and perching above Rebecca's face. "I hadn't suspected that I'd be defiling her at my desk."

"I'm a gang bang girl," stated Rebecca, panting heavily. She never articulated this before, but it was undeniable. She wasn't interested in arranging gang bangs, yet she energetically enjoyed them.

"There are numerous women, but none are such a prostitute as you."

"Thank you," Rebecca offered. She realized Brad meant this as a disparagement but for her, it was undoubtedly a commendation. "I adore being a prostitute for men." She reveled in observing Brad masturbating near her head. Something about males masturbating aroused her. "Immerse my face in your semen. Alleviate me in your semen."

"I'll violate you at any opportunity, slut. If I require an extended lawsuit, you'll be orally pleasuring the perpetrator. If someone requires a hiring exception approved, you'll disrobe. And when I'm having a rough day, I'll be ravaging your rear, hasty and tribal."

Rebecca empathized with Brad's perspective. "Transform me into your sexual plaything. I'm here to serve. You're not my boss, but you're not entitled to control me like a boss." She didn't appreciate Brad, therefore her submission heightened the attractiveness.

Sitting above her head, Brad purposefully approached to be directly above her face and discharged spray after spray of semen, landing on her forehead, her nose, and her cheeks. She endured being semen showered upon her while she offered herself to him, basking in the profusion of his semen. She anticipates him to continue defiling her in the coming weekends.

With the cascade of the men's semen on her face and breasts, bridging her knees to her torso enabled him to penetrate her even deeper. "You own me," uttered Rebecca. She perceived his body interfacing with hers. "Maul me vigorously and don't withdraw." She hoisted her knees, intending to allow him to inseminate her more forcefully. "I yearn for your sperm. Inseminate me like livestock."

"You were designed for big penis," divulged Joe.

"I comprehend," declared Rebecca. "I crave this, feed me with your semen." She hauled with zeal on her knees as her orgasm drew close. "Ignite your balls in me". She could hear him huffing profusely, driving his mammoth member deeper into her pussy. "Utilize me, inject your semen into my womb."

"I love impregnating women. It's incredible to unleash carefree–no condoms."

"Impregnate me. No condoms, ever." Her womb was being occupied by a phallus, enlarging her. She could also taste and smell the men's semen on her face. "Ravage my womb. Mistreat my pussy."

"AAAaaaaarg."

Abruptly, Joe halted. The air in the room slowed. Rebecca clung to her knees while she depleted her energy, trying not to pant. His phallus was pulsing inside her. "Flood me with your semen", urged Rebecca. She remained motionless, striving not to let outlengthed, agonizing groans. His semen flowed into her, outpouring. When he finished, she was convinced she had never felt so much semen.

"Thank you," lauded Rebecca. "I'll be leaking your semen throughout the day."

"Thank you," connoted Joe. "It was pleasurable for me."

She squirmed as Joe withdrew from her. For a second, she forgot about the other men. She was recuperating atop Brad's desk, submerged in semen. "I'm your cum slut."

"You're the President's whore," proclaimed Brad. "Hired for your accessible vagina."

She didn't have the sight of him, yet she was tired of his tormenting and voiced, "You son of a--"

"It may be wise to avoid that language, Bob," advised Joe.

A silence lingered. Joe's palthening his pants and shirt signaled the intention of leaving. The room was waiting on Joe to provide the impending information he held.

"Bob notified that moments before I stepped in here that they obtained the stupendous grant the institution has ever received. He relayed Rebecca secured it, making it real. The President is set to forward a company-wide email later today."

"Well, I believe--" [

"No, don't!" Joe stated. "Rebecca's popularity is skyrocketing. The same thing happened to Margaret." He tied his laces and faced Brad. "You don't desire this confrontation. Appreciate Rebecca's fervor, but if you cast doubt on her honesty, you'll become the fresh recruiter for the Dollar Store."

Rebecca stayed tranquil. The quartet left the room.

"Oh my goodness!", Wendy exclaimed.

"I know...", said Rebecca in a soft tone. "I never anticipated the benefit of having Joe on your side."

"I implied something else though."

Rebecca started chuckling heartily, with a snort or two. Wendy's wit was something she admired. She hoped Wendy's actions hadn't turned her off from friendship.

"I'm unsure what you meant...", said Rebecca, still laughing. "I'm sorry, it ventured out of hand significantly. How are you?"

"To be truthful, I'm struggling to determine...", said Wendy. "I've never witnessed anything like that. I've never even considered--What the hell? Holy shit. Jesus."

Rebecca climbed off Brad's desk. "I can use a towel, or a hose." She took the towel Wendy offered and wiped her face as much as possible. "I'd like to say that's never occurred before, but..." She detected Joe's semen dripping from her vagina, down the inside of her limb. "Brad's intention surprised me and then everything turned chaotic."

"Did you relish that?"

"Like no other experience on Earth. Being overpowered, succumbing, executing. It might not make sense. I didn't used to be this way, but after my divorce, men approached me more forcefully, and I learned that I favored that."

"Let's move you over there," said Wendy. "There's a women's locker room that includes a shower. It's for women who could cycling or running to work, at lunch, or possibly sweat excessively throughout the day. I'm not positive, I've never utilized it." She flashed a sly grin.

Rebecca checked left and right as she exited Brad's office; the hallway was vacant. She tiptoed across the hallway, leaving traces of Joe. In the locker room, she remarked, "Thank you for assisting me like this." She turned on the shower, "I sincerely hope we can still be friends."

"Definitely, but you owe an explanation."

Giggling once more, Rebecca said, "Certainly."

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