The Slut Clause Pt. 06

The events of Friday evening again left me tired and weary over the weekend. Luckily, I had the luxury of a relaxing weekend to recover with no social stuff or much in the way of chores to be done.

I had actually stayed over at Carl's on the Friday night and of course, he had me suck him off first thing the next morning before I then made him his breakfast. As I was leaving, he reminded me again that next week would be quite a challenge and I recalled the slutty test he had given me, to make every single guy in the yard cum. I think I had 5 left to do! Apparently, the guys who hadn't had me yet, were getting stick off all the ones who had!

My thoughts also turned to Suzy and also the 'male power' club which I felt I wanted to try but mainly I thought, I wanted to try Suzy again. I fantasised about fucking her more than I did Derek. I had hardly ever had any full girl on girl before as my experiences with another female almost exclusively also involved a man, or two men with us. However as I went to sleep on Saturday I fantasised about how it would feel to fuck Suzy. How her soft lips would feel on my lips, how her tongue would feel inside me, how mine would feel inside her. We had exchanged emails and socials so I planned to contact her and arrange a coffee and a chat and hopefully more at some point.

As I checked my emails on the Saturday however a major fly in the ointment to mine and Carl's 'Group Slag Plan' emerged. It was an email from my work agency informing me that I was required to work in a different office entirely! And that this requirement began immediately the following Monday.

I felt like writing back to them indignantly asking if I could just stick with this one for another week as I hadn't yet fucked or sucked all of the guys there yet and I ended up snorting at myself in laughter at the absurdity of my thought.

One of the other things that had happened in the background of the last few weeks was that my finances had actually improved substantially. Without going into boring financial details, my previous business problems turned out to be nowhere near as bad as my accountants had initially feared and so I was in the process in any case of planning to stop the agency work. I therefore replied back immediately to the agency email thanking them for the offer but resigning from off their books with immediate effect. I knew I had enough money to be comfortable and I could still retain at least a part of my previous company and build it back up if I wanted to, or probably sell it for a decent profit. Either way, I didn't need to work or earn right now.

That still left the problem of my challenge with Carl and the builders in his yard as of course I suddenly no longer worked there. However, a hot pussy flinching thought occurred to me immediately. What a filthy slut would I be if I still went there on Monday anyway! No pretence that I was meant to be working there, make it completely obvious to Carl and all of his men that I was going there for the sole purpose of getting as much dick as possible!

Almost as I was thinking these thoughts and as if reading my mind, Carl text messaged me and we discussed it;

Carl: Shit Nat! Just seen that email from Head Office, you are working somewhere else next week? ????

Me: Actually I'm not, I quit the agency. Not as if I need the money and I can go back to doing my own stuff now, things have picked up.

Carl: Well thats great for you, I'm pleased for you but, well, we had some plans didn't we, next week....?

Me: Well, I was thinking about that. Maybe I could, well you know.... a deal's a deal and all that?

Carl: You could still what?!

Me: Well I could still go in on Monday....? ????

Carl: Fuck me, what have we created here? Seriously, you want to come to the yard on Monday, just to get fucked. ????

Me: Yes?!

Carl: Filthy slut!

Carl: OK you are on. But you might regret it....????

Nat: Why, what do you have planned exactly?

Carl: You'll see. Get there about 10am... slag.

Nat: YES SIRRRRRR!

The text conversation left me giggling, moist in anticipation and also on tenterhooks wondering what was going to happen.

Another slight surprise for me on the Sunday was a message on my Whatsapp. It was Carl linking me in to a message to Chris, asking him to add me to the group where all the guys had been sharing the dirty videos of me fucking and sucking them all. My heart and my pussy leapt as I considered what might be on there.

A few minutes later and Chris replied, 'He he, good call boss, here you go Slag...' he said and just below the message a notification that I'd been added to the group. I scrolled up frantically to see what they had been sharing and writing for the last few weeks. I knew it would be filthy and disgusting and I wasn't disappointed.

I won't go into full detail about what was in the whatsapp group. You know most of it from the fact that it was what Carl had shown to Derek, Suzy and I on the previous Friday night. Other than that, it was a typical load of totally sexist and demeaning comments, calling me a dirty cocksucker and a cheap slag. I wasn't offended, I had earned each and every one of those names and seeing the verbal humiliation got me so hot!

What did intrigue me though was a recent conversation amongst some of the guys that had clearly been edited with some of the entries having been deleted before I was added to the group, it read;

Carl: Everything sorted for Monday fellas?

Danny: All sorted, the lads just finished setting up this morning. We getting paid overtime for this?! ????

Carl: You'll get paid alright, just not in cash! ????????

After this there were about thirty or more 'message deleted' in a row with a final entry that said;

"Operation slag takedown is on!" which was greeted with about ten 'likes'.

"New dress code for tomorrow slut!" Carl said on whatsapp an hour or so later. Not our private whatsapp, I might add, but the group one!

"Me and the lads want to do a takedown of a top female executive, so dress posh like what you used to..."

I didn't reply and for almost an hour and the whatsapp group was silent before it started up again briefly;

Carl: Forgot to say fellas. You'll never guess what? Our group slag doesn't even work for us any more. She quit yesterday. She's still coming in tomorrow though.

Carl: Just for cocks.

Chris: No fuckin way! Nat, you total slag! I can't believe that!

There were a number of thumbs up on the channel to this although I had noticed since I'd been given access that the chatter had stopped. The boys had seemingly gone a little shy on me!

As I looked in the mirror on the Monday morning, I felt as though I was going back for a day as a Chief Exec of my own business. I was dressed in a sharp charcoal blazer layered over my favourite fluid, ivory silk blouse. I had on a tailored Italian-wool matching midi pencil skirt that fell to just below my knees, paired with my elegant, pointed-toe low block heels. I also accessorised with a leather tote and my expensive luxury wristwatch and my minimalist gold hoop earrings. I felt very smart and professional and ready for a day in the boardroom rather than a day of hard fucking!

As a concession to my sluttiness though, I wore my slut gear underneath, a pair of sheer and shiny Gucci stockings and my black see through knickers and bra. After all, I knew full well that all of my business attire would be coming off me once I was there.

As I looked at myself in the mirror, I just felt downright weird. Dressed for board meetings and power lunches, I was about to order a taxi to a builders yard where my expensive shoes would probably be mud spattered before I'd even got inside and of course, my expensive skirt and blouse would doubtless end up on a dirty floor somewhere.

The taxi ride was uneventful. I was nervous. My slut confidence was gone temporarily as all the hints and suggestions from Carl were that this could be an intense gangbang I was about to walk into. I recall in the taxi, the driver picking up on my nerves. Perhaps he thought I was going for a job interview however I was over-dressed even for that, never mind for a gangbang!

And it was different. In my previous trips there, I knew that for all my slut bravado, I still had some degree of control over what happened. However, Friday night serving Carl and Derek and the subsequent hints and suggestions made me realise that today I truly would be a group slag. I'm not going to tell you all I wasn't looking forward to it, the obvious point being I was going there entirely of my own free will. But I was stomach churningly nervous to the point of feeling sick.

As I got out of the taxi and walked into the yard, I was relieved this time that no one was around. I hadn't really thought about the practicalities of flashing my tits, arse or fanny to Chris or any of the others dressed like I was should they have demanded it. For the first time since I'd been here, I wore layers and 'proper' clothes. How long they would stay on my body was another matter.

As I reached the portakabin, Carl was there to greet me. He nodded and moved towards me and gave a quick domineering grope of his large hands over my tits and my arse appreciatively. I sensed he was a bit tense too, not quite exuding his usual suave assurance and cockiness.

"Mm quite the executive businesswoman today I see...... won't last long...." he said grinning and then surprisingly, leading me back outside and over to the far end of the yard where I'd actually never been before. It was a five minute walk and I was glad I had on my low block heels rather than slut stilettos.

As we turned the last corner, we arrived at a really big, rusty old hangar type structure and all I knew about it was that it was used to store big deliveries of materials temporarily before they were then loaded onto 'our' vans and wagons.

My heart was racing and neither of us spoke, It was such a strange feeling for me. I kept expecting a gangbang to break out around me any minute, almost like a flash mob but with cocks.

As we walked in tense silence down the length of the hangar, I noticed the very end section of it had a sort of partition to it and I later learnt from Carl that this used to be the office before he was manager and before they had a portakabin delivered. I knew that this would be the place where 'it' was going to happen, whatever 'it' was. I was both scared and damp at the thought.

As we were about to go in, Carl stopped and turned to me earnestly;

"Are you sure about this? This could be well... intense...?" he said, a genuine look of concern on his face.

"Well, I don't know what it is, do I?" I replied curtly, puckering my lips and pulling a silly face at him.

He shrugged and said almost casually, "Well, its all of us. My 15 guys and me. Behind this store, if you walk in, every single one of us is gonna fuck you. And it'll be rough!"

I looked at Carl. Really he was only saying what I already knew. Perhaps I didn't think it would be ALL of them all at once in there and I was bricking it with nerves but we both knew I wanted it. This was a fantasy of mine and I felt a determination and resolve to experience it despite my heart thumping out of my chest.

It wasn't even the thought of taking 16 cocks, it was the performance that made me most nervous. I was going to be the central attraction and entertainment for 16 men, not just their entertainment, their cheap slut, their GROUP SLAG as it said proudly on my collar, doing anything they told me to do.

With far more confidence than I actually felt at that moment as I felt green and sickly, I turned to Carl and simply said, "Let's get started then!" and in we strode.

Carl opened the grimy metal door and side stepped to let me in. As soon as I did, I was greeted by whoops and wolf whistles and even some excited applause. Mixing my metaphors of course but I felt like a bull entering a bullring full of matadors, or perhaps a lamb to the slaughter, you know what I mean.

As I looked around, the room was essentially a partioned section of the hangar, large and spacious with rudimentary and quite dirty fixtures and fittings, it had a kitchenette area with a kettle and some mugs, an office desk and chair and another area covered off by tatty curtains of some description. The floor was covered with crumbly rolls of laminate flooring underlay unevenly scattered everywhere with patches of paint, damp and who knew what else all over the floor, walls and ceiling.

I looked at the walls and saw that yet again I was apparently the Page 3 girl. The picture of me with my tits out covered in cum that had been in the portakabin last week was now there along with another one of me on the shower room floor with cum dripping off my face. They looked like trophies for the guys of a slut put firmly in her place and subjugated, which I definitely was.

My eyes however were drawn to all the many guys that were present. I saw Chris, and Beef instantly and several men I had never seen before and they were all sat in a semi circle around a wooden construction in the middle of their circle that looked to me like medieval stocks! Most were swigging mugs of tea as if they were just on a casual break from work. Next to the stocks 'thing' I noticed a mobile phone attached to a rig cable, pointing straight at the 'stocks' and on a level with it. Clearly they were going to video me being used and abused.

I turned to look back at Carl, as much in surprise as to ask what I was supposed to do next and of course, Carl was ready to take control.

"Here she is guys, the group slag! Remember, she doesn't even work here no more, she's come here on her day off just to let us all fuck her!"

Huge cheers and laughter from the guys.

"Just last month she was a big wig with her own company so she's dressed the part today in her posh blouse and skirt but we've all seen underneath all that, what a cock craving slag she is haven't we lads!"

More whoops and cheers intermingled with, 'Dirty slag.... fucking cheap tart..."

"So Nat.... slag..." Carl said to me, enjoying my reddening face, "Let's show the lads again what a filthy slut you are! Turn to face them all and the camera and get those big tits out for us again!"

I looked at Carl blankly at first, still in a bit of sensory shock but quickly snapped into gear, this was it, it was really happening. I was almost quaking in nerves but my pussy was already wet and throbbing with the thought of every one of these guys seeing my tits.

"Er.... yes Sir.... of course..." I stammered rather inadequately, trying to play the role of the cheap and obedient slut. I looked at the guys, I looked into the camera and then focussed on Chris, who was one of my favourites. Cocky young Chris, 20 years my junior and who had already had his dick in every hole I had and no doubt was about to do so again.

I looked mainly at him for focus as he joined all his mates in the leery yet tense nervous boisterousness that now filled the room. My head swam in lust and I think the guys started chanting, 'get your tits out for the lads' and of course I did.

I unbuttoned my blouse clumsily but slid the silky material off me and passed it to Carl. I didn't draw it out or do a striptease although it seemed like that was what the situation demanded. I just reached behind me, unclipped my bra and caught it in my arms and passed it to Carl, feeling that slutty exhibitionist thrill as my tits bounced downwards now free of their support for the easy attention and viewing pleasure of 16 men and for the camera, no doubt so they could watch it back on whatsapp.

A lewd and deliciously sexist cheer went up from the lads and I looked back with nervous slut pride as I smiled and giggled at them, put my hands behind my back and thrust my tits out proudly. I looked across at all the men, it seemed some were slobbering in lust at me, some looked like calm predators knowing I was their guaranteed meal. Yes, I had that hot prickly rush of humiliation but my stomach and my fanny throbbed at the thrill of my brazen nakedness. Fellow exhibitionists reading this will know exactly my emotions right then, a sheer thrilled bliss, a dash of exposed humiliation and a knotted stomach of shame, its delicious and intoxicating!

I was determined again not to be the pressed victim here. I was here because I wanted to be and as I stood there showing my tits to a group of working men, I knew I wanted this, in fact I couldn't wait, I wanted to get my skirt and my knickers off too. I wanted to stand there in just my stockings and heels while a group of dirty men leered at my tits and fanny, safe in the knowledge that I was going to let them ram their cocks inside me. I thought of doing just that right there and then too but I knew Carl had a plan for me and I was his obedient slut after all.

Carl took my arm and in his other hand he had hold of an old rickety wooden bench which should probably have been thrown in a skip several years ago. It reminded me of those old school benches we used to have in school PE lessons. He placed the bench in the middle of the floor in front of all the guys and made me kneel on it. It was uncomfortable but I could see where there this was all heading.

"Lift that skirt up slag, lets all have a look at what a top businesswoman keeps under there!" he said turning to the guys as they cheered, he was like an MC for a porn party.

I did so, nervously. I had on my business suit skirt so it wasnt the easiest to pull up but I managed it. Despite the thrill of loving exhibiting my body, I still always get that hot flush of embarrassment and shame and I did then, particualrly as the guys hooted and hollered as my stockings and knickers came into their view. Remember too that my knickers were black see through so they could already see my arse fully through the thin nylon.

I felt myself get light headed. Carl smacked my arse as the room filled with the hubub of 15 other men catcalling and hollering. The general consensus seemed to be they wanted my knickers off next. I always knew I wouldn't have them on for very long.

I felt Carl reach for my knickers to pull them down but I shunted my arse in at the last minute to stop him. A brief glance of concern appeared on Carl's face as I think he assumed I was freaked out and was going to make a run for it but that wasn't it at all, quite the opposite. This was my peak slutdom moment, I wanted to show all the guys that I was here willingly and what's more, I probably wanted this more than they did.

Still battling against my nervous energy, I bent my knees over the bench as much as I could, turned to face the guys with my hands on my knickers and said,

"Take a good look at my arse and pussy guys, I'm pulling these knickers down for you! I'm your Group Slag. I'm here for you all, Fuck me.... use me.... I want to take all of your cocks....."

I tried to sound confident and I wanted to articulate some proper outrageous filth to them but my voice was breaking and my head was scrambled with the slutty intensity of the situation.

As I said this, I pulled my knickers down, letting them slide down my legs. I lifted my legs so I could get my knickers off completely and I flung them in the direction of the guys to another dirty excited cheer from them as I saw three hands go up to catch them. It reminded me of a football match where the star player throws his shirt into the crowd.

I turned to look at the guys and aiming at the camera, I wiggled my arse, feeling the air cool on my moist fanny which was now fully on display just a few feet from 16 men who I hoped all now had hard ons. I had a quivering shiver thrill of humiliation and as I bent over fully, I pulled apart my arse cheeks and then my fanny lips to show them all what a total slut I was and exactly where I wanted their dicks.

Carl was grinning from ear to ear. He took my hand and helped me up and then lead me, hand in hand to walk across the full line of guys. I was so close to them that one or two groped my arse and one managed to feel my dampness as his hand slid quickly between my legs.

The final act of the mini show before the cocks came out involved young Chris again. He was near the end of the line of guys. As Carl and I stood next to him, he stood up and passed a hi viz jacket to Carl. Chris groped one of my tits for good measure as I stood there and he grinned at me cockily.

Carl unfolded the jacket and nodded at me to indicate it was for me. As he passed it to me, I saw it was a typical yellow flourescent hi viz vest which someone (obviously Chris!) had got customised. Whereas I have seen some of these in building sites previously with labels like 'Supervisor' and 'Health and Safety' my one, of course, said 'Group Slag'!

I slipped it on and turned to the guys to more loud cheers. It was only a sleeveless yellow plastic cover vest but on me, it covered absolutely nothing. My big tits and my ever dampening cunt were still on full view. My full outfit now consisted of one hi-viz jacket, my black stockings, my shoes, my jewellery, my Group Slag collar and nothing else.

Carl continued to lead me on a mini tour of the guys before then leading me over to the small partitioned room with the grubby curtain. Much to my astonishment as Carl drew the curtain open, there was a small cubicle type area with what looked like a second hand bed and a mattress that had clearly seen better days, maybe they had salvaged them from someone's skip!

I barely had time to look deeply puzzled at Carl, he just shoved me in and told me to lie on bed and that I "may as well spread my legs..." and he walked back out leaving me there alone.

I lay there on the questionable mattress, my stockinged legs spread as if I was just about to have a smear test. A guy walked in hesitantly. He was a man who I guessed was in his 60s. He had balding grey hair and a decent beer gut on him. He took a look right between my legs at my pussy as if he was going to take a run and jump at it. He pulled his work pants down and pulled his cock out looking at me and wanking himself hard. Like the rest of him, his cock was quite nondescript, very average size and quite stumpy and it didn't seem fully erect to me.

He slid on his knees between my legs and just pushed it up me very matter of factly. He wrapped his hands around each of my legs and thrust in and out of me, his eyes closing in enjoyment, or concentration, I couldn't really tell which but he didn't really look at me or seek eye contact as he did me.

It wasn't doing much for me at all as his fucking was functional and persistent. This will seem like a really weird and random thought here at this point but at times like this, I am reminded of JG Ballard's 'The Kindness of Women', which amongst other things discusses how women can be kind and obliging to men just by 'awarding' them sex and sexual relief and this is what this situation felt like, I was just spreading my legs and letting this guy I didn't know use me as an easy cunthole.

One thing his fucking was doing was amusing the rest of the guys who I assumed were waiting outside for their turn as of course, the mattress creaked and groaned as this guy dicked me. They could all hear every stroke of his by the noise of the bed as they were only a few yards from me really. What they couldn't hear were any gasps or screams of pleasure from me at this point.

The guy (whose name I didn't know!) just fucked me really, there's no other way I can describe or embellish it. It actually felt like he was doing it out of peer pressure as everyone in the yard was expected to fuck me. It felt like something he had to do so was just trying to get it done as quickly as he could.

He groaned under his breath and pulled his cock out before squirting his cum over my stomach and rubbing his dick into my stockinged legs. He smiled and nodded at me as if I had just passed him a cup of tea and then just hauled himself up, pushed his cock back in his pants and walked out.

I noticed that a full roll of loo paper was on the floor next to my mattress so I ripped a load of it out and scooped up what sperm I could into the loo paper and tossed it on the floor ahead of me.

As I did this, I heard three guys chatting next just outside my makeshift 'room', and I heard what sounded like a high five, clearly the two incoming guys had just congratulated the outgoing one (whoever he was!) on successfully nailing me. It was hardly a challenge I thought mischievously to myself.

After such an underwhelming fuck, I was somewhat nervous. If this experience was going to be just a line of guys fucking me unsatisfactorily behind a curtain on a old dirty mattress then it wasn't exactly going to live up to my top degradation and exhibitionist slut fantasies. However, I was pleased and also perhaps a little alarmed to see two guys walk in together next.

I didn't know the two guys but I think I had seen them driving trucks in and out the yard so these were obviously our truckers and delivery drivers. They both walked in a little sheepishly and didn't speak at first, I guess it was a surreal situation for us all.

"So.... er... do we just get straight down to it...?" The first guy said as they both stood directly in front of me taking a good close look at my tits and fanny.

"Haha," I giggled nervously, "Well yes, unless you guys would both prefer a long chat instead?"

Both guys laughed nervously but at least it broke the ice.

I lifted myself up right onto my knees on the mattress and felt I should take control. I beckoned them closer, jiggling my big tits at them in what I hoped was in a seductive manner.

"Why don't I start things off by sucking your dicks?" I said, smiling as seductively as I could, "I'm Nat, your group slag after all..."

Both guys murmured their approval and offered just their names in reply, which were Pete and Baz. I shuffled closer to Pete and slid his jogging pants and his undies down and looked up at him as a very respectably sized cock came into view. As soon as my hand wrapped around it, he grew hard really quickly and I took it straight into my mouth.

As I started to suck keenly, my mouth sliding up and down his pole, Baz, standing right next to Pete, pulled his pants down and collected my hand in his and placed it around his cock. I looked up at Baz too and was again impressed, a nice meaty thick shaft with a lovely scimitar sword shaped curve to it.

I spent the next few minutes alternating, my mouth sliding down one pole while jerking the other. I stopped before they got close to cumming and despite feeling slightly ludicrous situationally I asked, "Would either of you want to fuck me... or shall I suck you off... or you can cum over my tits... or whatever you want....?!"

Despite my wanton sluttiness up to the point, the brazen question to them both made me light headed with submission. I mean, how easy a slut was I right now I thought to myself!?

"Mmm you are such a slag!" Pete said laughing, but adding, "I just want a blow job please!" and that was quickly followed by Baz saying, "Works for me too!"

I nodded submissively and decided I'd finish off Pete first then Baz. I was pleased by their choices to be honest. I love sucking dick and it somehow feels more slutty sometimes to be in control like this, pleasuring a man with my lips, my tongue and my throat. I also knew that I would be taking lots of dick and my poor arse and fanny could at least have a little rest whilst I brought these two guys off with my mouth.

I let go of Baz's cock and placed both my hands on Pete's hips and arse and took his full length down my throat. I slid it back out, licked his cock up and down and then skewered it back down my throat, quickly increasing the pace. As I sucked Pete off Baz had hold of his cock in one hand and with his other he leaned over me and groped my big tits.

"Mmm yes!" Pete blurted out suddenly, "You are a great cocksucker!"

I loved filth talk like this, I slid his cock out my mouth temporarily and replied, "mmm fuck yes I am, I'm a cheap, nasty cocksucker and I want to swallow your cum.... Sir!"

As I said this, I opened my mouth wide and sucked long and hard on Pete's pole, my head bobbing so much my hair and my tits were bouncing everywhere.

I felt Pete grab my head and lock me into place as he cried out 'Fuuucckkkk yeees!" and I felt his cum pump into my mouth. As I swallowed it greedily I once again heard the cheers from the other guys as they heard every squelch and every creak of the bed as I sucked him off. They I'm sure could hear the exact point that Pete blew his load in my mouth.

As soon as my mouth was empty again, I turned immediately to Baz. I stroked his cock in my hand a couple of times and slid my tongue across his nuts and his shaft. I could tell he wasn't lasting too long as I thought he had been close to cumming a few minutes ago and sure enough, a minute or so of my tongue on the head of his cock as it was in my mouth had him breathless and ready to nut.

He surprised me a little by showing an assertiveness I hadn't seen in him before. He pulled his cock from me, jerked and ordered me to 'Stick your tongue out, little slut!" as soon as I did so, he pulled on his cock again and as I looked up at him, a thick rope of his cum landed perfectly on my extended tongue followed by another on my chin.

I licked his cum off my mouth and gave him a last quick suck to clean him off and a few seconds later they both folded their cocks back in their work pants and left with Baz simply saying, "Cheers, slut!"

[Just as an aside by the way, I later found out from Carl that the whole curtain/mattress idea had been because all the guys had had a big debate on whatsapp (the stuff they deleted so I couldn't see it) and the guys that had by now used me already had said that they didn't want to fuck me in front of everyone else (either because they didn't want to be on camera or they had performance fear I assume) so they had collectively agreed that those that wanted to could fuck me in the 'room'. Nice that at least some people had been given a choice I guess!]

I was feeling a little groggy after rapidly satisfying three guys like that in quick succession and again tried to clean up as best I could. I had an amusing thought and shouted 'Next?' to the guys outside as if I was a doctor calling in a patient and I got a little bit of laughter from them in return. I guess it was a form of therapy for them, slut therapy perhaps?

As it turned out, the 'next' guy was Carl himself as he suddenly burst in. However, he shocked me by just scooping me up in his arms and carrying me out saying, "Time for the main show!" and before I could even react he had deposited me on the floor next to the wooden contraption I'd noticed earlier, the wooden bench having now been cast aside.

I hadn't really had time to think about the contraption up until then as I'd been rather busy but as I got up close and personal with it, I saw that the guys had made their very own DIY bondage chair of sorts and clearly, it was custom made for me!

As I got up very close to it, I saw that it was almost like a large oversized chair. Carl indicated I was to kneel on it, my knees landing on some actually quite soft and comfortable padding on the bench section, while I put my head through the arm of the chair, which in this case, was a solid piece of wood with a huge round hole for my head to fit through.

To my further alarm and astonishment, the guys had also made restraints and Carl tied my legs and my arms in place. I could move slightly from side to side and move my head around in the hole and had some movement of my hands but that was about it. I saw to the right of me on the floor, a big tube of lube and you and I could begin to get the picture as to where this was going.

As I looked directly ahead of me, I saw I was facing the camera, stood on its stand and three or four of the guys behind it were looking at me. The others who were still there were moving around me and I quickly realised my complete and open vulnerability as I felt calloused hands and fingers on my tits and my arse, there was nothing I could do about any of it (not that I wanted to!)

As the realisation hit me, I felt sensorily overwhelmed. Someone's hand was cupping my throbbing fanny and I started bucking at him as I tried to get myself off. I heard laughter at this as they recognised what a desperate slut they had on their hands (literally in one man's case). I was tied up, virtually immobilised, easily available and very much needing a hard shafting (please!)

As the boss, Carl took charge initially. He marched over to me and pulled his work trousers down, he moved to my side and groped both my tits that were dangling unrestricted beneath me. He hand caressed my face and he actually said, 'strap yourself in!' which was amusing and ironic considering they had already very much strapped me in!

He turned to the camera and said, "We well and truly have the group slag where we want her! Bosses privilege, I am first up her!"

With that, I saw him out the corner of my eye grab hold of the lube and pull his underpants off. I couldn't see fully but it looked like he was already hard. He squirted copious amounts of lube all over me, not in my arse at first, but over my back and arms and then down into my tits.

Finally he made my arse flinch hard as he squirted lube straight up my arsehole and I felt him rubbing his hard cock over the cheeks of my arse. I felt he used almost a full tube on me.

"We'll start proceedings with the boss taking this tart's arse as you all watch!" Carl said, playing up to his role and I heard some excitement and conquering pride in his voice.

The guys all cheered, most of them were watching but one or two were now pawing at my tits. As Carl said what he said, he was also fingering my pussy and rubbing my clit. I was already breathless and needing to cum and trying once again to fuck myself onto him desperately so I could climax.

I felt Carl maddeningly remove his fingers and grip his dick which was also now dripping with lube. I felt like a greased pig now as I felt that altogether familiar feeling of a big cock pushing at the entrance to my bumhole.

I'm not sure I've ever been as exposed as I was then. I shrieked in pain as Carl's big dick entered me. Only the head was in but I looked up as I screamed and saw the guys watching intently as I was about to be humiliated in front of them.

"Tell the guys how much you love cocks up your arse, Nat!"

I could hardly concentrate enough to speak legibly but I managed, "Mmm fuck... yeeessss..... take my arse with your... your cock... please..... fuck... me..."

As I said this Carl pressed hard inside my arse again. I screamed and the guys cheered as he started to bugger me. Slow and steady at first but then building up into this lovely rhythm where my arse felt like it was on fire, then I felt I needed a shit before I then started accommodating his length. It was still however hotly embarrassing taking it up the arse in front of all those guys as everyone could hear Carl's dick squelch in and out of my poor abused bumhole.

He was fucking me hard enough now that my boobs lurched up and down with each thrust. As he continued in my arse, two more guys stood in front of me, dropped their pants and waved their dicks in my face.

Without even seeing or hearing properly now, I suddenly had a cock in my left hand and one in my right. The arm restraints meant I couldn't jerk them very well but I tried my best and it was made easier by the fact that both cocks and my hands were also slippery from the lube. I wanted to see who it was on my left as my hand could barely fit round its girth and as I jerked him I did hope that it wouldn't end up in my arse but then realised that whether it did or not was not my call.

The guy just to my left near my head took the step closer that meant his cock was planted on my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid it in and quickly started fucking my mouth. I can't recall which guy it was but he had a nice thick cock and my eyes were soon watering.

He fell into rhythm with Carl in my arse and I was skewered by cock with no control at all of the situation. I couldn't even control my own cumming, Carl's cock was just about rubbing enough of my G spot to build me up again to cum and the cock in my mouth sent me over the edge. I screamed again, having to be careful I didn't bite the cock in my mouth as my legs buckled and I had the first of many orgasms.

The guy to my left increased his pace and I hummed in approval as his cock pulsed forcefully in my mouth as I felt his salty cum hit the back of my throat. He continued slowly fucking my mouth now allowing me to guzzle his cum down and then clean his cock. As he pulled his cock out of my mouth, he turned to his mates and cheered, putting his arms up in the air as if he'd scored a goal in football.

I took a deep breath once I had swallowed my latest load as the next guy was already in my mouth. His cock tasted really salty and a bit acrid, clearly not great at personal hygiene! Carl continued fucking my arse and I now had two or three guys groping my tits and legs in addition to the cocks in my hands I was wanking off.

Talk about sensory overload! I felt like there were cocks everywhere and through my latest cum I tried to picture the scene for someone if they walked in, in front of us all right then. Even disregarding the physical pleasure I was receiving from all the dick surrounding me, it was just the delicious thought that all of these guys were just walking around me and deciding where to ram their hard dicks in me. No need to discuss it with me, no thought from them as to what I wanted, I was just a fuck pig and a set of holes. Just a thought like that could make me cum in dirty submissive delight.

"Come on boss, when are we getting a turn at the business end!?" someone shouted out and I felt the ripples of Carl's chuckle across his cock that was in my arse. He did however pull out and was quickly replaced by someone with a much smaller cock. To my delight though, this guy forced it up my fanny and even though he only lasted a few strokes, it was enough to make me cum again as he pumped his cum almost casually up my grateful snatch.

"Sloppy seconds anyone!?" he joked as pulled his cock out and I felt a long trail of sperm leak down my leg.

"Fuck sake mate, we said don't cum inside her!" someone said testily and as if to demonstrate it, the guy who I had been jerking off in my right hand pulled his cock from me, jerked it himself and hot splashes of his cum landed across my shoulder blades and my back. I lost count but it seemed like four ot five guys had dumped their cum in me or over me in just the last couple of minutes.

"We need to hose her down!" someone said behind me. Before I could begin to contemplate this I heard the familiar voice of my very own favourite sexist pig, Beef interject.

"Wait! Not yet! I'm going to fill the slag's arse first!" he said gruffly again making me appreciate my total powerlessness.

As he said this, I quickly felt his very bulky presence behind me. The first touch from him I felt was his sweaty beer belly, which I think he had to physically lift out the way so he could get to his cock. However as soon as he did this, he wasted no time at all and forced his cock up my greasy arse with force, grunting loudly as he did. So much so that I screamed out in a mixture of pain and humiliated pleasure.

Beef reached around and grabbed my tits hard and aqueezed them. H just buggered me hard and simply in front of everyone. I was screaming now, but more in pleasure than pain as I felt Beef's gut bouncing into me followed by the delirious pleasure of his cock meat splitting my arse in two.

Most of the other guys were watching their free live porn show but one appeared next to me stroking his dick next to my face and muttering to himself that I was a cheap slag as he just calmly spunked all over my face, making my instinctively try and jerk my head away to cover my eyes. It landed on my eyelids and my nose and he slid his cock in my mouth to compel me to suck him clean, then he slid his cock and balls over my face before walking off.

Beef continued hammering my arse until I heard that familiar low growl of his as he clamped his dick up my throbbing arse hole and pumped me full of his hot jizz.

"Take it you fucking slag!" he said, "Another of my loads up your shitter!" he said as he gave me three or four more strokes up my battered shithole as if to emphasise his east mastery of me. He pulled out, walked around to me and slid his cock in my mouth too. Same deal as the last guy, I sucked his cock greedily before he called me a slag and walked off. My cheeks burning in shame as I heard two of the guys chatting to each other and one saying incredulously, "Dirty fucker, she's just sucked her own shit off Beef's dick!"

"Nice one Beef!" someone else shouted and, "Now lets hose her down!"

I'd lost track obviously but I suspected at least 8 or 9 guys had now either cum in me or over me. I had sperm leaking out of my fanny, my arse, my mouth, over my face and my back. I already felt sore and exhausted but mentally, I felt blissfully and submissively high. I had absolutely no control. If they wanted to the remaining 6 or 7 guys or whatever it was, could casually queue up in a line and take their turns fucking my cunt or my arse and there was nothing I could do to stop them, I fucking loved it!

What I didn't love was what happened next. When one of the guys said he was going to hose me down, that was literally what happened. He instructed the remaining guys to stand well back and he walked over to the tap in the kitchenette turned it on fully and then literally hosed me down. I shrieked in surprise thinking the water would be freezing, luckily it wasn't quite that bad but it was still a sensory shock and a further humiliation as the guy with the hose aimed the water spray up my fanny, my arse and over my face and my back.

I could hardly breathe when he was finished and it was with some relief that Carl removed my straps. He had to take hold of me as I nearly fell to the ground but he scooped me up and stood me on my feet.

"Still OK Slut?" he said looking at me, genuinely concerned for me I thought. What a sight I must have looked, cold water dripping off my near naked body, my stockings saturated with water and no doubt sperm and, despite the dousing in water, my pussy and arse were no doubt still dripping with cum too.

I nodded shakily to confirm, "All good... are we done....?" I said, knowing that for all the many cocks I had already taken, I hadn't yet taken 16!

"Well no... still a few cocks to handle... if you're up for it..." he said, waving his hands in the direction of another 5 or so guys including himself.

I smiled weakly at Carl, "Where do you want me?" I said.

"Back on your knees for starters slag!" interjected young Chris, I hadn't even noticed him lately in the swirl of cocks, balls and cum.

I was tired but I was glad it was Chris. He was my young future Dom superstar. I was already minded to reach out to Chris for some extra curricular sessions as he always made me feel that extra layer of slutty. It was the fact he was only 20 and the fact he seemed to understand what really did it for me and he was cocky and confident enough to give me it.

"Yes Sir!" I said looking Chris straight in the eyes. I dropped to my knees and looked up at him as I yanked his pants down and his hard cock sprang out, "I'm your dirty cumslut and I want your dick in my mouth!" As soon as I said this, I opened my mouth and sucked on his cock lustily, pushing him further into me with my hands on his bum.

"Fuckin hell!" Chris said, "Such an obedient slut!" he said, as he reached his hands through my hair, one hand groping my left tit and pinching my nipple which was hard and firm for him.

"Let's get her some more dick fellas, this slag can't get enough!" I'd forgotten that Chris seemed adept at not just taking charge of me but also, seemingly, the other guys too and suddenly, I had a row of four cocks surrounding me.

I felt free now, physically and metaphorically. I was physically loose from my restraints and the sight of four hard cocks and lots of lush hairy ballsacks surrounding me as I sucked greedily on Chris' nob sent me into slut overdrive again.

I sucked Chris' balls then moved to the cock on my right, licking his balls and the underside of his cock. As I did this, I grabbed two others and stroked them slowly, sometimes swapping them around, making sure every guy had my mouth on his dick and his balls or my hands were jerking him off.

As I pleasured these four men, Carl moved in behind me and without any chat or anything else, he slid underneath me, lifted me up a few inches and managed to plonk me back down on his cock, which he'd managed to slide nicely up my soaking snatch. As he did this he sucked greedily on my tits, licking and sucking my nipples.

I barely lasted a minute like this before I was arching my back and my cunt pulsed over Carl's big dick inside me as I came again. Luckily he held me in place as he fucked himself into me from below and I did my best to maintain my cock sucking and my wanking.

The guys above me chatted to each other congratulating themselves on using me so throughly. I lost track of the cocks but at various stages I had balls on my face and chin, cocks slapping my cheeks, in my mouth and over my eyes and nose. Whenever opportunity arose, I licked balls or the hot shaft of a cock and soon I was to get my reward.

The guys stepped back slightly as one of them put their cock to my lips and as I opened my mouth a huge blast of cum landed in my mouth and on my lips. The guy rubbed his cock on my face as he finished. As he stepped away, another took his place and seemed to aim a little lower, his cum rocketed onto my chin, a big blob sliding off and over my tits while a third told me to open my mouth, slid his cock in quickly making me almost choke, before he pumped his cum down my throat.

"I think you've nearly done it, you dirty slut!" Chris said, as I raised my cum splattered eyes to look at him, "Looks like there's just me and the boss left!" he said as I looked across and zoned in on his stiffy that he was still sporting proudly in his hand. Carl still had his cock lodged in my fanny.

"Hey boss, how about letting the slut finish us off DP style?" Chris said, waving his cock in front of my face.

"Good idea young Chris!" Carl said, and promptly lifted me off his cock like I was a rag doll, my fanny suddenly feeling very empty, which it most certainly hadn't been for the last hour.

"Let's do her cunt and arse though eh?" said Carl amd as he stood up he high fived Chris and took a seat on the bondage chair thing. As he did so he reached for me, took my hand and said, "Hop on slut, ride my dick while young Chris puts it up your arse again!" waving his thick stiffy straight up in the air.

I did as instructed, and opened my legs over Carl and lowered myself onto his meaty pole again. As I groaned again in bliss, Carl pulled me forward across him so my arse was up in the air and my big titties dangled over his body.

Chris moved in behind me as I instantly ground my fanny over Carl's prick and as usual, Chris couldn't resist teasing and taunting me. He slapped his dick on my arse cheeks and shouted, "How about it dirty slag, you want this dick up your arse?"

I turned to face him annoyed, "For fuck sake Chris! Just do it already, fuck my arse!" I said, sliding up Carl's pole.

Chris laughed at my frustration but took the hint and gripped his dick. He took hold of my hips and I obliged by keeping still for a while so he could slide up it up my bum easily.

It wasn't the first time he had fucked my arse and as I've commented before, he had my idea of the perfect dick for arse fucking, as in, he wasn't as thick as a baseball bat. However this time, as he forced it up me, I screamed in a mixture of shock and pleasure.

DP to me normally means a cock in my mouth and one in my fanny but cocks in my fanny and arse at the same time is an unbelievable feeling. It felt like I was taking one huge big lump of cock flesh and my insides just felt completely full of dicks.

I screamed out in joy as I came again, barely noticing my screams were being enjoyed by the six or seven guys that had stuck around to watch, all of their dicks now probably flaccid again having already used me.

Carl's hands mashed my tits and Chris felt up my legs and occasionally smacked my arse. Carl beneath me said somethimg to the effect of, "Here it comes bitch!" and I felt his cock spasm inside my cunt. He came so hard that I quickly felt the gush as his cum started seeping back out of my well used slit.

Chris was last cock standing. He gripped my hips tightly as he thrust one final time in my arsehole and groaned a 'yessssss' as he too emptied his sack deep inside me. Before I could come to terms with what had just happened, Chris pulled his cock out, quickly followed by Carl and both moved away from me leaving me spent and exhausted.

I was sooo exhausted, I lay flat across the bondage chair, my tits squished against its cushion, my arse and fanny seeping with the cum of I didn't know how many men. Looking around me, the chair, the floor and surrounding areas were covered in cum, spit, water and who knows what else.

After what seemed like an age, Carl came over to me and helped me up. I smiled at him whilst still in a dazed shock. He walked me out of the hangar advising me to jump in the shower. Walking was problematic after taking numerous dicks like I had. I was almost completely naked, just my stockings and slut collar and as we walked past I slipped my shoes back on. As I went back out in the open air outside the hangar and back over to the shower room, I barely even registered that I was in effect totally naked.

Carl led me to the shower and I washed and soothed away my soreness, my stiffness and the cum of a lot of men. Carl left me to it and then returned 5 minutes later with my clothes which as I expected, were dirt and cum stained. I dried my body off and put my blouse and skirt back on and joined Carl back in the portakabin where he very kindly made me a cuppa as we sat at our desks (at least my ex desk) and I tried to decompress, feeling uncomfortable as my arse and cunt were sore.

I noticed Carl had retrieved my hi viz Group Slag jacket and had hung it up on the coat hanger!

I looked across at Carl wearily, "So.... did I do it then?"

Carl looked at me quizically, "Do what?"

"The challenge..... did I make every guy cum?" I said, shaking my head at his slowness.

"Oh... fuck.... yes you did. All 5 guys you were still waiting on. You definitely got them all today!" he said grinning, "Only...."

"Yeah well, I didn't even know who some of them were!" I said, "One guy came inside me without saying a word and at one point I had two cocks in my hand and I couldn't even see who they were and......" I trailed off.........."Wait a minute. You said only? Only what.....?"

Carl looked at me and grinned, "Well you haven't fucked Lee yet. He's been on holiday for the last three weeks. He's not back in until next Monday!"

[Lee was the guy who along with Carl, had fucked me a few months before all this took place].

I shook my head at Carl, pulled a face at him, threw a pen at him playfully, stood up to leave and turned to him;

"See you Monday....!" I said as I walked out of the portakabin to jump a taxi home.