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This story follows on immediately from "Train Rides and Golf Clubs" which relates a day I spent as an office temp at Hassocks Golf Club North of Brighton in England.

Steve spent the night with me that night. He was very gentle with me, but then I was very tender. What with the colonel, the club chairman, four teenage boys and Steve himself, I was knackered. He ran me a bath, in which I soaked for the best part of an hour, then slipped into bed, my hair just wrapped in a towel. Steve just curled up around me and let me sleep as we spooned. My dreams were interrupted by the alarm, which went at 6:30am. I realised how hungry I was and then thought I could smell bacon. I got up, wrapped myself in a dressing gown and went through to the kitchen; there was Steve, cooking breakfast.

"Coffee?"

"Yes please."

He poured me a cup. "Nothing special," he said. "Just made you a bacon sandwich."

He put it down in front of me, with a cup of milky coffee. Actually I take mine black, but I wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. And I was famished. I took a big, unladylike bite of sandwich and said, with my mouth full "Oh thanks Steve, this is just what I needed."

He smiled across from me, and, just before he took a bite from his own sandwich, said, "Welcome."

We must have both been hungry, because we hardly said a word until we had both finished. I licked the grease from my fingers and washed it down with the coffee. I looked across he table at him, "This is very kind of you," I said.

"Well, it's the least I could do," he replied.

I smiled again, and bit my lower lip. "Do you want a lift back to the club this morning?"

My eyes widened as I realised that, after everything that had happened the previous day, my job wasn't over. I was due back in the office. "That would be great," I said. "At least that way I won't be groped by the Colonel on the train."

"Dirty old man."

I giggled. "That he is. But he is also... um... very well... endowed."

It was Steve's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Oh really?"

I nodded. "Oh yes. Ten solid inches."

"Wow."

"And, for a man his age, he knows what he's doing."

"I see," said Steve.

"But that would be too much for me this morning after everything that happened yesterday."

He nodded. "Do you want to take a shower before we go?" I asked.

"No," he said. "Thanks. I showered while you were still asleep."

"Well why don't you make yourself at home, while I get ready for work?"

He nodded again and went through to the living room with his coffee. He sat down on the sofa and I went to get dressed. I decided on a pink silk blouse and a short black knitted lamb's wool skirt; sheer black stockings and black suede ankle boots with a three inch wedge heel. I wore dark red lipstick and black eye liner and decided to wear my hair loose. By the way Steve stared when I went back into the living room, I must have looked pretty good.

It was eight o'clock by the time we went down to the car. I slid into the BMW next to him and smiled over at him, "This is much more comfortable than standing on the train--thank you."

Steve kept his eyes on the road and we made our way out of town and up towards Hassocks and the golf club.

"I am a bit worried about how work might be today," I confided. "After yesterday."

"How so?"

"Well, even if the colonel is the only one who can't keep his mouth shut, there still could be a lot of people thinking I am a complete slapper."

He chuckled. "Nicki, you have to admit. The way you behaved yesterday was quite slapper-like... Slapper-esque."

"That's not even a word!"

"I know. But I didn't want to use the word that first popped into my mind."

"Oh? And what was that?"

"Slutty."

I blushed--but he was hardly wrong. Calling me a slapper was just sugar coating it. I had acted like a complete slut the previous day. And if I was feeling apprehensive about going back today that shouldn't really surprise me. I ached. My jaw, my pussy, my arse, my legs... But there was something more. There was apprehension and embarrassment, certainly but I was excited too. There was anticipation as well as apprehension--I did wonder what might happen back at the club today. I smiled to myself as I thought about what might happen and who I might meet.

"I said too much," said Steve.

"Mmmm?" I hadn't been listening. "Oh. No. Don't worry, you're right. I was slutty. Call a spade a spade." I smiled. "I was just thinking that as well as embarrassment and apprehension about going back, I am a little... excited too."

Steve laughed out loud.

"It's all right," I admitted. "You can say it."

"Slut."

I looked at him and smiled.

"So! Is there anyone you'd particularly like to um... meet at the club today?"

"I think I'll just... take it as it comes."

He laughed again. I put my hand on his thigh and gave it a squeeze.

"It did turn me on you know," he said.

"What?"

"All of it. Especially watching you with those lads."

"Really?"

"Oh God yes. Watching you get fucked four different ways by a quartet of rampant lads was... mind blowing."

I smirked.

"Glad to be of service," I said. "And maybe... Maybe I can be of service again today."

"Oh God," said Steve, and wriggled in his seat like he was trying to adjust himself. I looked over at him and realised that there was a bulge in his trousers.

"Ooops," I said. "What are we going to do about that?"

I reached over and wrapped my hand around his erection. I gave it a gentle squeeze then started rubbing it through his trousers. I could feel him twitch and throb in my hand. I slipped my seat-belt off my shoulder and leaned over toward him. Unzipped his fly and felt inside to grasp his cock and bring it out into the open. "Keep your eyes on the road," I whispered, then opened my mouth and enveloped his member. My tongue swirled around the head of his cock and I could hear him groan.

"Oh God, Nicki."

I pulled away. "Tell me to stop if you need to," I said, but engulfed him again before he answered.

"Oh God."

On we drove, as I licked and sucked at his delicious cock. My hand cupping and squeezing his balls, teeth raking his length and tongue exploring, teasing his pee-hole. Steve put his hand on my head and whispered, "Traffic lights ahead--keep your head down."

"Mmm," I replied, my mouth full. The car came to a stop, but I was too busy to worry about who might or might not see me. I bobbed up and down, up and down. A car horn sounded, then we were moving again.

"Sorry about that. Closed my eyes for a sec, and the lights changed. Someone beeped me."

Inwardly I smiled and bobbed a little faster. My hand stroked his length, tightening around his girth then, without warning he tensed and I felt a jet of cum spurt into my mouth. I milked his cock with my hand and sucked every last drop from him (well, almost every drop). When I sat up, I licked my lips as I smiled at him, and caught the last drop. Then I giggled and he glanced over at me. "That was amazing," he said.

"It would have been even better if my jaw wasn't still aching." I replied. "Keep your eyes on the road." I gave his thigh a squeeze and a minute later we were pulling into the golf club car park. I always struggle a bit in heels across a gravel surface and this car park was no exception--but I managed to totter across without making a complete fool of myself. Steve went off to get ready for his first lesson of the day, and I got myself settled in the office. I started going through my email when the phone rang. It was the chairman, "Good morning Miss Taylor--I wonder if I could prevail upon you to grace me with your presence?"

"Yes Sir. I'll be through directly."

Ok. That was weird. The chairman didn't normally talk like that. I wondered what was going on. But I walked through to his office anyway. I knocked and heard the chairman call on me to enter, so in I went. I could see the chairman and there were a couple of other people with their backs to me. Both men, both middle aged.

"Ah. Miss Taylor. This is Mr Angus the club secretary, this is Mr Landry the club treasurer ."

I nodded to each in turn and smiled. I had seen both of them around but that still didn't account for the formality of the chairman's address. I was standing between Angus and Landry and facing the chairman across his desk. Both Angus and Landry were staring at me, as if I had just insulted their mothers.

"I am afraid," continued the chairman, "That there is a problem."

"Something I can help with Sir?" I said.

"I am not sure, Miss Taylor. Really not sure," he replied. "There seems to be a... financial irregularity."

"Oh dear."

"You, Miss Taylor, are responsible for petty cash?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, yesterday evening, Mr Landry checked petty cash against receipts and found that we were one hundred and fifty pounds short."

My stomach felt like it was made of lead and my throat tightened.

"Oh my goodness. There must be some mistake, Sir--I have been very careful."

"There has been no mistake, Miss Taylor. When Mr Landry discovered the discrepancy he informed me immediately, along with Mr Angus and we have all reviewed the receipts and the petty cash box."

I couldn't think straight. I suppose I hadn't been in the office most of the afternoon, as I was out with Steve, but was sure the petty cash was fine that morning. What had happened, and what could I do? If I was accused of stealing I was in deep trouble. Oh God. I'd lose this job and never get another one. I could end up in court; I could end up a convicted criminal--and I hadn't done anything. Shit! I hadn't done anything! But my heart was racing and I could feel my face turning red.

"Miss Taylor?" The chairman had asked me a question and I hadn't even heard it. "Well?"

"I am sorry sir--pardon?"

"I said, is this a matter for the police?"

"Oh no Sir. I am sure Sir. Please let me see if I can work out what has happened. Perhaps there has been a mistake."

"As I have said, there has been no mistake. The money is definitely missing. The only question is where we go from here." He paused. "And you have indicated that you don't want the police involved."

"Yes Sir."

"So. What is your counter proposal?"

"My counter proposal?"

"Yes. How will you settle this matter without involving the police."

"Um." I really didn't know, but I had to come up with something.

"Well?"

"Um. Well Sir, I could make up the shortfall from my own money."

"I see, well that's a start." said the chairman--looking to the other two for confirmation. "But that's not really sufficient, is it?"

"No Sir?"

"No, Miss Taylor," he looked stern. "The money should never have gone missing in the first place. At best you have failed to do your duty to protect the club's money; at worst, you have taken the money yourself."

"Oh NO Sir," I was emphatic. "I didn't take the money, Sir."

"But no one else has had access to it except you." My heart was pounding and I was blushing bright red now. I was feeling guilty now, even though I knew that I hadn't taken any money--let alone a hundred and fifty quid. "You must acknowledge your culpability, and, if we are not to go to the police, accept punishment from the club instead."

"Yes, Sir. All right Sir."

"And the club has no courts, no lawyers, no right to appeal," He stood up and walked passed me to the door, "No clerks, no juries."

"No Sir."

The chairman turned the key in the door and walked back to his desk. "We mete out punishment ourselves." He sat down.

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you accept your punishment?"

What was happening? What was going on? I had done nothing wrong... If I said 'yes' what the hell was going to happen to me? If I said 'no' I would have to prove my innocence to the police. And that might mean explaining to the police and these three men, where I had been the previous afternoon. That wouldn't go well... If I tried to point out that the chairman had had me suck him off under the desk, that would blow my credibility (pardon the pun) as an innocent party and make me look like I was mud slinging. Right then, with the door locked and my heart pounding, I didn't feel like I had any real choice.

"But I haven't done anything wrong!" I whimpered.

"That is NOT what I asked," retorted the chairman. "Do... you... accept... your... punishment?"

Silence. I still couldn't bring myself to say anything. Ten, fifteen, twenty seconds passed, then he picked up the phone.

"Okay, okay," I said. The chairman held onto the phone, but didn't lift it to his ear.

"Pardon?"

"What would my punishment be?" I whispered.

He raised the receiver to his ear and moved to dial a number--the police? He looked at me and growled, "I am asking the questions." Then he looked down and started to dial.

"Okay! Yes! I accept my punishment."

The chairman stopped dialing and put down the phone. He smiled to the secretary and treasurer , both of whom rose from their seats. "A wise decision."

Landry and Angus each reached out for and grabbed my wrists--one each. They pulled me forward so I was standing right in front of the chairman's desk. He moved aside the paraphernalia and nodded to the other two. By twisting my arms, they forced me to bend over the desk. Oh Christ--what had I let myself in for? What were they going to do? The chairman picked up a ruler--it must have been eighteen inches long and wooden. He went around behind me--I twisted my neck to try to see what was happening, but I couldn't see. The next thing I knew, hands were grasping at the hem of my skirt and wrenching it upwards. "Oh Jesus." I whispered. I had on only a thong underneath--all three of them could see my virtually bare arse, and the top of my stockings.

Whack! There was no warning whatsoever. Looking back, maybe I could have guessed what he was going to do with that ruler, but I was in a panicked state, not really thinking clearly. Whack! I squealed.

"You would do best to stay absolutely quiet," whispered Angus--it was the first time I had heard his voice. Whack! It was going to take all my self control to stay quiet as the ruler came down across my arse. it hurt. Angus and Landry tightened their grip and, as I looked up at him, Landry nodded to the chairman, and Whack! I convulsed, pulling against the two of them who held me down, wanting to stand up straight--to do something to defend against this onslaught. But I was defenseless. Whack! Good grief! The pain was almost unbearable and I couldn't take much more. My eyes were closed and I was trying desperately to focus on keeping my mouth closed. Whack! How many was that? Had he given me six of the best? Was that it? I heard something fall and it sounded wooden. Maybe he had finished, maybe he had dropped the ruler.

My arse was hot and stinging with the pain. But then I felt hands pulling--no tearing at my thong. In a moment it was gone; ripped off and thrown away. And--oh Jesus... I felt something between my legs--no, not just between my legs but nuzzling my pussy. Not just nuzzling but pushing, forcing its way in. And then, there it was--the chairman had rammed his cock into my cunt. I gasped, rather than screamed. And as he started to pound away, I realized that I was wet. Some of that wetness might have been the excitement of giving Steve a blow job in the BMW that morning, but some of it was... from that spanking. It may have hurt, but it also, at some deep level, turned me on. My hopeless state, overwhelmed and in the power of these three men, had got me hot.

The chairman was holding my hips now and hammering away at me--his balls slapping into me with every thrust of his cock. And I was moaning--not with pain but with delight. God this was hot. I knew my punishment wasn't over, and knew that the other two were going to want to fuck me too. But right now, the chairman was giving me his all. Every thrust delivering a pussy full of hard, throbbing cock. "Oh God." I whispered. "Oh GOD."

Faster and faster he went, and I tensed my cunt around his member, drawing him in, wanting more and more of him. "Fuck me," I breathed. "Fuck me."

"Slut." leered Landry. And he was right. He was absolutely right. Here I was, being punished, but I was absolutely loving it.

"Oh yes, Sir. I am Sir. A slut who loves to be fucked." The chairman rammed his full length into my hot, tight hole. "Oh GOD," I said. "Fuck me."

The chairman wasn't someone to disappoint: he went faster and faster, deeper and deeper; ramming incessantly into my wet, willing cunt. In only a couple more minutes he made one final thrust and grabbed my hips even tighter as I felt a stream of hot cum spurt into me. He slapped my arse then, with the flat of his hand and that made me squeal it was so unexpected--but it also tightened my pussy around his prick and milked him. I was wanton. Eager for more. Eager to be taken by Angus and Landry.

They knew then--knew they didn't need to hold me down; knew I would stay there and take whatever they were giving out. The secretary and treasurer let go of me. I stood up and turned around, hair disheveled, smiling. My skirt was still around my waist. I sat back on the edge of the desk and spread my legs. I couldn't help myself--I started rubbing my clit as I stared from one to the next, biting my lower lip.

Angus couldn't help himself. He lowered his fly and pulled out a short thick cock. He stepped forward and rubbed his cock along my slippery slit. I whispered, "Give it to me." and he did. He leaned forward, grabbed my arse in both hands (and God that hurt after my spanking) and rammed his full thick length into me in a single thrust. "Yes!" we both said, together. He slide out his cock, until just the tip was brushing my labia then hammered home again, giving me every last blessed inch. Oh my God. Hot on the heels of the chairman, and knowing I would get the same treatment from the third, this was fantastic. Landry started unbuttoning my blouse and revealed my lacy black bra. Angus let go of my arse and took a tit in each hand, mauling them, clawing at them as he fucked my tight wet pussy over and over again. Well, at the rate he was going, he wasn't going to last long, but actually came on the back stroke, so he spurted his load all over my stomach.

Landry hardly gave me time to recover before he was literally pushing Angus aside to take me on. His cock was longer and leaner than the other two and he slid inside me easily. But after a few strokes he pulled out and lifted my legs higher in the air. It didn't take me long to realize, he wanted my bum. With his cock slick from pussy-fucking me, he found his target easily, but didn't waste any time thrusting his cock balls deep into my arse. With my bum still stinging from six of the best, I was tight around him, and he thrust away like there was no tomorrow. Getting used like this was a turn on in itself, but there was also a relief that this was the 'punishment' to which they'd referred. I could keep my job after all--if I could bear the pace! The other two watched him with Cheshire Cat grins as, with his fingernails digging into my stinging bum, he came deep in my arse.

He slipped his shrinking cock back into his trousers and did himself up as I re-buttoned my blouse and pulled down my skirt (my thong was a lost cause).

"Do I look... presentable?" I asked the chairman.

He nodded and I smiled in response. "Then I had better get on with my work."

I walked passed the three of them and went to the door, which I unlocked, then went back to my desk--spunk oozing from both holes and my heart still thumping with excitement.

I wasn't ready for the burning sensation from my bum as I sat at my desk--but I tried as well as I could to concentrate on my work. In fact I couldn't really get anything done. My arse was burning and within a very few minutes, I needed to find an excuse to stand up. There was some photocopying that needed doing, so I went into the copy room (it was more of a cupboard really) with a stack of papers.

Photocopying is about the most boring job there is really. But, when you're an office temp it is something that goes with the territory. No one else wants to do it, so they end up delegating it to the temp. After a while I had become really quite good at coaxing the best out of photocopiers. Learning how to change the paper, change the toner and, of course, deal with the occasional paper jam. If I wanted to, I could probably bore you to death with my assessment of the best and the worst photocopiers available, but I don't think you're really interested. Well, I was slowly getting through the paperwork (it was the papers for the Golf Club's Annual General Meeting and there were apparently going to be a host of attendees. It took ages to get the copying done and, just as I was getting close, I ran out of paper. It wasn't just that the copier had no more paper, there was no more in the cupboard either.

So, off I went to look for some more paper. I looked in all the obvious places (other cupboards, other offices) but to no avail. Eventually, I went to the treasurer 's office and knocked on the door.

"Come in," called a voice.

I put my head around the door to see a surprised, but happy looking Mr Landry.

"Hello Sir," I said, "I am afraid I can't find any photocopier paper anywhere. Do you know where I might find some."

"Ah, yes." He replied. "We had a delivery just the other day, but it hasn't yet been put in the copier room. It is still in the main store room."

"I'm sorry, Sir. But I don't know where that is."

"Ah. Not to worry. I'll get one of the caddies to give you a hand."

I went back to my desk and tried to tidy it as I waited for the caddy to show up. I really didn't want to sit down, so I was leaning over my desk arranging the bits and bobs on it, when in came the caddy.

"Hello Miss," He said as he walked in, saw me and did double-take. I wondered why for a second and then I recognized him. He was one of the three lads with Simon the previous day--the one with the really thick cock.

"Hello." I replied, as if I had never seen him before.

"You need some copier paper?"

"That's right." He was holding a box of the stuff. "Can you load it into the copier?"

"Err. No Miss, I don't know how."

"That's all right, jut put it in the copier room, thanks."

I followed him through to the copier room and watched him put down the box of paper. He was a nice looking lad (although my opinion might have been somewhat coloured by the knowledge that he had such a lovely dick). I followed him into the room, took out a ream of paper, and bent over to put it into the copier. The room was small enough that the lad had to stay where he was while I loaded the copier. He really couldn't get past me until I was finished. As I was closing the copier drawer, he whispered, "You remember me, don't you?" and gently grabbed my waist.

"I do," I whispered. His hands slipped down from my waist across my hips, gave my bum enough of a squeeze to make me squirm with the pain and delight of it, and then he lifted my skirt.

"Oh wow." He said, "What's happened to you?"

"It's a long story," I replied. He slipped his hand between my legs and cupped my oozing pussy. He must have thought I was wet for him; he didn't know I was still half full of spunk from my 'punishment.' "Oh God," I rasped as he slipped two fingers inside me. He started to fuck me with those fingers--quickly, urgently--without the finesse of an older man, this was a sex starved teenager (or at least he had been until he met me the previous day).

I reached around and pulled out his fingers, "Not here," I said. "Isn't there somewhere else a bit more... private?"

I turned around to face him. With the incentive he had, it didn't take him long to come up with the answer. "the maintenance shed." he said.

"All right, I know where that is. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes."

If you claimed I was highly sexed, I couldn't really deny it. But the time I had spent with Landry, Angus and the chairman that morning had left me exhausted--and that was on top of the previous day. Sure, the kid had a nice cock, but I really wasn't sure about keeping our rendezvous. I just needed to get rid of him. Once he went, I got on with finishing off the photocopying. When that was done I went back to my desk and through the window, I could see fat-cock-lad opening the door of the maintenance shed and sneaking in--none too surreptitiously. That sent my heart a flutter, thinking about the poor lad waiting there, anticipating my arrival. With a sigh, I decided not to resist the inevitable, and made my way over to the maintenance shed. I took with me a couple of invoices, which needed checking with the head groundsman--that was my excuse anyway.

When I opened the door to the shed, I saw fat-cock-lad sitting on a tractor-mower pretending to drive it. I suppose it was something to do while he waited for me. "Well," I said. "This isn't the most romantic of meeting places, is it?"

"No, I suppose not." He answered as he walked towards me. Over in the corner of the shed were a couple of old arm chairs that the maintenance boys would sit in when they had their tea break. We went over there, where he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. I kissed him back and gave his bum a squeeze. Such a firm young arse. It's not like I was old enough to be his mother or anything (far from it) but there's something about 18 year old boys that is so much more energetic and... eager than older men. When he gave my bum a squeeze in return I winced--God it hurt still. I pushed him down into one of the arm chairs and knelt down in front of him. I popped the button on his trousers and slipped my hand inside his fly, so that I could wrestle his cock into the open. It really was so thick I couldn't get my fingers the whole way around it. It was already at half mast, but with a few strokes it was soon standing to full attention. I cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze before licking along his length and taking the head of his cock into my mouth.

He groaned and his cock twitched. I didn't think he would last very long--but then my excuse for being there wouldn't last terribly long either. With my hand half encircling his cock and sliding up and down his length I sucked on the head of his dick, and tasted pre-cum almost immediately. My other hand squeezed at his balls and he started to buck his hips so as to fuck my mouth--that's when the door opened behind us. In walked the head grounds man and three of his crew.

"Fuckin' 'ell," he said. "What do we have 'ere?"

I gasped and sat up and the caddy tried doing up his trousers, "Hello Bill," he said.

"Hello Mark. No poin' askin' wha' you're doin' 'ere, is there?"

Mark--that was the caddie's name--started to blush scarlet. Bill, the head groundsman, had walked over to us and was smiling down at me. "Well well... You're a righ' little slapper, aincha?"

I tried to stand up, but his hand on my shoulder told me to stay where I was.

"Mark ain't the only one wantin' a blow job."

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock, which he waved in my face. My heart was pounding, like it was trying to escape my chest. My pussy was throbbing and pulsing, oozing cum down my thighs. And I looked around at Mark, Bill and his crew. Jesus. Why the hell had I agreed to come to the maintenance shed? Why the hell had the copier run out of paper? Why the hell was I behaving like such a slut?

I looked up at Bill, smiled and licked my lips. I cradled his balls (big hairy ones) and traced the shape of his helmet with the tip of my tongue. Then I opened my mouth wide and took his salty cock deep in my mouth, my tongue pressed against the underside and my teeth gently raking his shaft. Mark didn't like being left out. He went around behind me and lifted my skirt. "What a fucking slut." he said, "She's not wearing any knickers!"

Bill groaned, "Shouldn't be so surprised, should ya? She had her lips around your cock a minute ago, an' look at 'er now!"

Mark grabbed my bum cheek which make me gasp. It was still so sore. Then I felt his cock head between my cheeks, searching for my cunt. It didn't take him long to find it and he quickly rammed his thick cock deep inside me. Each thrust would push me further onto Bill's salty cock. The rest of Bill's crew approached, and circled us to watch. One reached out and grabbed a tit in his hand, mauling it as I got well and truly fucked. Bill wasn't wasting any time and held my head in his hands while he used my mouth. Each time he thrust I was gagging as his cock hit the back of my throat. Meanwhile, Mark punctuated each of his thrusts by spanking my arse; the first time this make me shriek--which is a difficult feat with a mouth full of cock!

I felt the buttons on my blouse pop off as the rest of the crew joined in and pulled at my clothes to get at my tits. Next thing I knew, they had undone my bra and my tits were swinging free. Hands grabbing and squeezing them, pulling at my nipples. My cunt tightened around Mark's cock as he spanked me, and then he was gripping my hips and hammering at my sore pussy like there was no tomorrow. I knew he was going to cum soon, and just as he gave a final almighty thrust, I felt Bill's cock twitch and deliver a mouthful of spunk. I was a mess. Kneeling on all fours, near exhausted, with three blokes still groping my tits, as Bill and Mark pulled away.

"What a fuckin' slut," said Bill, "She fuckin' loved that. I be she wants some more." He nodded to the crew. Good grief. I really wasn't sure how much more I could take. My stockings were ruined by the concrete floor, my blouse had no buttons and my arse was red-hot and stinging. One of the crew positioned himself behind me and rubbed his cock up and down my arse cleft. I groaned--it must have sounded like wantonness, but really it was exhaustion. He took it as a come-on and pushed his cock into my arse; thank God he went slow (though I am sure that was as much for his pleasure as my comfort).

Bill wanted my attention, and slapped my cheek to get it, "Hey! Slut!" I looked up at him. Bill was still standing in front of me, but his cock was flaccid now. "Thirsty?" He asked, with a sneer. Before I realised what was happening, he had started to piss in my face. It was going all over me, and stinging my eyes, dripping off my nose, my cheeks, my chin. It felt hot on my face, and not unpleasant--though this was the first time anyone had ever done this to me. I opened my mouth and Bill directed the stream of piss into my mouth; I swallowed as quickly as I could but still lots of his hot piss ended up in my hair and over my face. Then Mark joined in--standing next to Bill, he started pissing over me as well--but he seemed to want to cover my body in it. I felt it on my back, and soaking into my skirt, I was covered in it.

Meanwhile, I was still getting arse fucked by one of the crew. When Bill and Mark had finished having their fun, another crew member thrust his cock into my mouth and proceeded to fuck my mouth. I was becoming light headed, I really didn't know how much more I could take before I'd pass out altogether. I felt fingernails digging into my bum and a frantic thrusting that meant that the anonymous crew member was about to finish in my arse. He pulled out and shot his spunk all over my thighs. Then I collapsed. I fell to the floor and lay there on my back; my skirt around my waist, my bra hanging useless from my shoulders, and my ruined blouse drenched in piss. Mark, Bill and the crew looked down at me. There were still two crew members who had not had their way with me yet, but I can't have looked very alluring. Or so I thought.

One lay down on top of me and fucked me hard and fast. He must have been so turned on by the whole situation that he didn't last more than a couple of minutes, before he was spurting spunk into my throbbing pussy. The last of the crew just stood over me and wanked. I could hardly move, and my eyes wouldn't focus properly; I hardly reacted as I felt his cum spatter across my face and tits. Then, there was more piss--I don't even know which of them did it this time but as I lay there on the floor at least two of them pissed all over me. There wasn't an inch of me that wasn't covered in spunk or piss or both. I did pass out. From exhaustion and, well, exhilaration. I felt amazing--a complete wanton nympho slut--but I must have climaxed half a dozen times since going into the shed.

What woke me was a tongue--I was being licked. At first I thought it was a dog, but it turned out it was Steve. He had been watching everything that went on in the shed, and when the others had left me there, he had stolen inside and started licking me clean. That was his thing I guess. He licked my legs my torso, my tits--licking off the spunk and piss. He knelt between my legs and licked at my ravaged cunt and arsehole, sucking spunk from me, and swallowing it down. By the time he had finished, I was just about conscious. But still I could go nowhere. My clothes (what was left of them) were still sodden with pee and cum and there was no way I could look even half way respectable without a shower and a change of clothes.

Steve backed the BMW up to the door of the maintenance shed and picked me up and carried me out to the car. He laid me out in the back of the car and drove me home. I hadn't lasted as long that day--it was still only lunchtime, but I wasn't fit to do any kind of work that afternoon.

Steve told me later that the leather seats in the back of his car were never quite the same again; anyone else getting into the car could smell something, but couldn't quite place it. When he got me home this time, he had to nip up to my flat for my dressing gown before wrapping me in it and guiding me upstairs. I collapsed onto the bed and slept until midnight. Then I woke, showered and went straight back to bed. I was still sore in the morning!

There was a note on the kitchen table,

"Dear Nicki,

Had a lovely time with you today, but needed to get home myself after last night. Hope you're feeling better when you read this.

x

Steve

PS: I think if you hadn't before, you've graduated from slapper to slut now!"