"I'm prepared to do whatever it takes." I insisted, voice loud and bold and infused with a confidence I didn't know I had. As I stood in front of this man, I felt incredibly small - but in a way, the fact that I was even able to go through with this, the fact that I was able to confront the Marines - it was a triumph for me. I was shaking, but I felt as though I had a shot.
"Whatever it takes, huh?" The man laughed. He looked over his shoulder at his co-workers, urging the two of them to come over. I tensed up - three pairs of eyes were on me again, and I didn't like the way it felt, especially not when they formed a semicircle around me, staring me down. "Alright sweetie, listen up - your first test begins now." He grinned, stepping forward and placing a hand on my shoulder.
I didn't know what he meant, and I'm sure my wide eyes gave that away almost immediately. His smile only grew, and with his free hand, he slid the tips of his fingers beneath the hem of my t-shirt. I gasped on instinct, backing away as skin met skin. I didn't know what he was playing at, but I was pretty damn sure that I didn't like it. His eyes were full of something I didn't recognize - if I hadn't known better, I would've assumed it was lust.
"Alright." He cleared his throat, removing his hands and looking down at me. "My name's Greg. But you're to address me as Sir. Is that clear?"
"Yes." I said, voice frail and weak and full of anxiety.
"This is Jeff-" Greg said, gesturing towards the man to his left, a muscular brunet with twinkling green eyes. I instantly bit my lip when we made eye contact - he was a little too handsome to be in a dirty place like this. "And this is Tom." Greg continued, gesturing towards the man to his right. Tom was taller than the other two, dirty blond hair cropped short, albeit not as short as Greg's. He looked a little more lighthearted than the other two, and I felt at ease looking at him.
"You're to address us all as Sir." Greg stated, voice rough and deep and booming against the fragile wooden walls of the office. I nodded, desperate for him to quiet down. "Your first task is to strip down. All the way - we need all your clothes."
The way in which he gave the command made it seem very serious - I was inclined to obey despite the absurdity of the request. But there was a smile on Tom's face that suggested this might be a prank, a way to get me to humiliate myself. I was about to turn and walk out of the office entirely, but then I remembered that I'd promised myself that I'd do anything it took.
Slowly, I disrobed. I didn't look at the men as I undressed, preferring to think of the exercise as something non-sexual. I undid my bra, kicked off my panties, and stood before them, completely bare. If this was an initiation, I was more than willing to take part in it. I smiled up at them, hoping my pride was visible.
"On your knees, Lily." Greg commanded.
I did as I was told.
"Yes, sir-" I mumbled as I sank to the floor, bare knees digging into the gross wooden panels beneath me. The men formed a circle around me, and for the first time, I realized just what I'd gotten myself into - I was naked, and there were three men standing above me, erections pressing against the crotches of their trousers. I blanched - was this normal? Was it expected? If this was how women were treated in the Marines...I wasn't sure I wanted to be a part of it!
However, my mother needed me. I needed to do this. If playing with a few dicks was all it took, I knew that I'd be able to do it. Truth be told, I'd never been in a sexual situation before - my time was consumed with work, with school. So to be thrust into something of this sort was bewildering, to say the least.
I palmed at the crotch of Greg's trousers without being asked - I knew what he wanted from me. Staring up into his eyes, I batted my lashes. If objectifying myself was the only way to get into their ranks, so be it! He grabbed ahold of my hair, pressing my face up against his jeans. I grabbed the zipper between my teeth and tugged it down slowly.
It was then that I felt two foreign objects pressing agianst either of my cheeks - pulling away for a moment, looking from left to right, I was confronted with cocks. They were huge, easily bigger than I'd ever expected them to be. I didn't know where to look, I didn't know what to do - surely I wasn't expected to please two men at once?
"Lily, use your hands. That's an order." Came Jeff's voice, surprisingly assertive and loud.
"Yes, sir-" I panted, still trying to regain my bearings, the bearings I'd lost the moment I'd been ordered to my knees. Lifting my hands, I did what seemed obvious. I wrapped a hand around the base of each dick, slowly pumping up and down the shaft. I was met with a groan of contentment from Tom, so I assumed I was doing a decent job of things.
I trained my eyes on Greg's hands, which had drifted down to the waistband of his jeans and boxers - he shifted both garments down around his thighs in one fell swoop, allowing his massive cock to spring free. It was thick, veiny, and looked almost heavy - in an odd sort of way, it looked delicious. I felt ashamed to have even thought of such a thing, and as my pussy throbbed, I hung my head in embarrassment.
Seemingly displeased with this, Greg yanked my head back, forcing me to look at his dick. The tip was wet, a white bead of precum leaking out as he forced it against my lips. Shit - I'd never given a blowjob before. I knew I'd be bad at it, and if I was bad at it, these men would not allow me to be among their ranks. I parted my lips, allowing the tip inside, giving myself some time to get used to it.
"Lily, you know what this is, right?" Greg asked, voice holding a little less malice than before, breath baited with pleasure as I sucked at the tip of his cock, hollowing my cheeks. I bobbed my head forward a few times, allowing him to go an inch deeper, my tits bouncing as I did so.
I pulled away to answer the question, arms already getting sore from pumping the cocks in my hands. "Initiation?" I guessed, voice wavering with worry and (though I'd never admit it) arousal. My pussy was growing wet, and I supposed that made sense - after all, these were handsome men, and I'd never had the luxury of getting male attention growing up.
"Initiation? Lily, don't play dumb. How you perform now determines whether or not we'll help you get a scholarship. If we recruit you, it'll be under the table. It'll be as a sex toy, nothing else." He sneered, causing Tom to snicker along with him. My cheeks flushed darkly - I didn't want to be anyone's plaything. But then again...if it was the only option - it wouldn't be so bad, especially when the men in question were this handsome.
"That's all sluts like you are good for. Stress relief." Jeff spat, voice harsh as I worked his cock, twisting my wrist as I moved my hand up and down the shaft, over and over. It felt harsh, to be called a slut, but I supposed that in that moment, that's what I was. After all, I'd been so eager to please, so ready to take my clothes off if it meant I'd get a shot at recruitment.
Perhaps the sluttiest thing of all was the fact that I was wet, fluid dribbling down my inner thigh as I stroked these men.
Greg took the base of his cock in hand, once again pressing it against my lips. I was ashamed at how easily my hungry mouth fell open, allowing him to force his entire length down my throat. I didn't gag, didn't balk - and that fact startled me. It appeared to startle Greg as well, seeing as his hand balled into a fist in my hair.
"Damn, Lily's a natural - she's a keeper for sure." He grunted, snapping his hips forward, forcing me to deepthroat him. I soon grew used to the rhythm of his thrusts, humming as he forced his cock against the back of my throat again and again. How shameful - how embarrassing it was to be enjoying this. I sat on my heel, using it to press against my aching pussy, praying that the wave of arousal could be calmed.
After a minute or two, the men all pulled away from my grasp, taking themselves in hand. I was worried - had I not performed well enough? I looked up at each of them, my gaze shifting between them, looking for any signs of approval or lackthereof.
"Press your tits together." Tom ordered, and I did as I was told, leaning forward and using my arms to force my breasts together, shaking them in a manner that I hoped would be seen as tantalizing - as I watched them all st
roke themselves, I grew impossibly hungry. Their dicks were all so large, so thick, and I wanted them inside of me. The thought surprised me, but I wasn't startled out of my lust-induced stupor - rather, I chose to go with it.
Soon, their movements had grown uneven, and I knew they were all close to the edge. "Cum for me-" I begged, regretting the words as soon as they'd left my mouth.
Tom was the first to lose control, shooting hot ropes of his thick cum onto my chest, the sticky fluid dribbling down my tits. I looked like an absolute whore, but it felt admittedly good to have turned a man on to the point where he'd coat me in his cum. I bit my lip, batting my eyelashes up at him appreciatively.
Jeff lost it next, and I turned to look at him just as he reached orgasm, causing him to shoot his load across my face - I instinctively shut my eyes, smiling as I felt the warm semen trail down my cheeks. I felt filthy, and I knew I'd probably regret this as soon as it was over, but right now, being a plaything was gratifying in a way I hadn't expected.
Greg was the last to cum, and he forced my mouth open with his free hand as he pumped himself - when he hit his climax, he shot his hot seed onto my tongue, making me taste it, and I loved every second of it, much to my embarrassment. He tasted surprisingly good, and I let out a broken moan when he finally let go of my face, pulling away.
I thought that'd be where things ended - I'd proven myself well enough, hadn't I? I looked up at Greg, gauging his reactions to what I'd just managed to do. "How was I?" I asked shyly, tits still pressed together, cum still decorating my cheeks.
"Lily, we're far from being through with you. We have to test every part of a whore, after all." Jeff snarled, hoisting my up by the armpits and dragging me back over to the front desk, draping me across it. My toes barely touched the floor, and my head hung over the edge of the desk uselessly, my body scattering the papers and doodads littering the desktop.
"Spread your legs, cumslut." Greg barked, the volume startling me. My thighs trembled as my toes danced across the floor, revealing myself to the men. My pussy was absolutely dripping, and I was certain they could see just how turned on I was.
"I've never done this before-" I admitted, panting, tits pressed against the desk, forearms resting on either side of my chest.
"Oh - really? With a body like yours, I thought for sure you'd be a total whore-" Greg remarked, his hand trailing across the curve of my ass, bringing it down to spank the tender flesh. I yelped in surprise, and Tom let out a barking laugh. "Well, don't worry. We'll break you in. By the end of this, your pussy will be just as slutty as you."
"God, she's so wet-" Jeff remarked, dipping a single finger into me, causing me to arch my back and moan like an absolute tramp. I vowed that if I got in, I'd never let my mother know about the nature of my job. "Fuckin' slut, she wants it so badly-"
I felt something warm against my aching entrance, and realized it was the tip of Greg's cock. He pressed it in for a brief moment, allowing the tip to stretch me out, before pulling out entirely. My hands balled into fists, and I looked over my shoulder at him, shaking my hips in an effort to get him to fuck me already.
I didn't want this to be dragged out - I was horny, I was ashamed. I needed him to fill me, and I needed it now. However, I could tell from his smile that he planned on getting me to say all that aloud. I bit my lip, pussy throbbing with want as I stared into his spellbinding eyes. "Beg." He commanded. With that one word, I was turned into a whimpering mess.
"Please- I need you-" I pleaded, voice sounding so surreal, so unlike my own. I sounded weak, I sounded slutty, and I sounded desperate. "I want your cock inside me, I want you to fill me up, please-"
It was a theatrical performance, to say the least, and it must've had some effect on Greg, seeing as immediately after the words left my lips he dug his fingernails into my hips. I knew this was going to hurt, so I braced myself as I felt his tip against my hole. He dragged his cock along my hungry slit a couple more times, just to emphasize how useless I was in comparison to him - how much I needed him.
All at once, he shoved himself into me. His cock was huge, and it tore my hymen with no effort. I let out a pained cry, squirming against the desk in discomfort, writhing beneath him as he forced himself inside, all the way to the hilt. I could feel him throbbing inside of me, I could feel a tiny trail of blood leaking out, dribbling down my thigh.
He was so huge, and my walls clamped down around him incessantly. My lips remained parted, though I had long since stopped screaming. My nails dug into the wood of the desk, and my eyes were squeezed shut as he rammed himself against my cervix. I tried to catch my breath, but it was no use - I was completely overwhelmed by the feeling.
It was then that he started to move inside me - he made me see stars, his cock rubbing against places within me that I hadn't known existed. My tongue lolled out of my mouth, my eyes rolled upwards, and for a moment, I felt as though I might go crazy from the pleasure. As he pulled out, he dragged his cock along my sensitive walls, teasing me, before slamming back into me, making me yelp and squirm in approval.
I was unable to think of anything but Greg's cock, how good it felt inside of me, how I'd never want anything else - if they recruited me, I'd be more than happy to serve them, especially if it meant getting this sort of treatment on the daily. My body was in heaven, and my brain was absolutely swimming in lust -
That is, until I felt a cold, wet digit pressed against my asshole. I bit my lip to prevent from gasping in shock, but Greg's dick forced that sound out of me anyways.
"What are you doing-?" I panted, voice strange and perverse as I looked over my shoulder to see Jeff, standing alongside Greg, finger working its way into me. It seemed like a pointless question - I knew exactly what he was doing, seeing as I could feel it, but there was the question of how this was going to work. I wasn't prepared to have two men inside of me at once!
"Exactly what you think I'm doing, slut." He growled, looking into my eyes, causing my heart to thud wildly. There was malice in his gaze, a malice that indicated he'd be anything but gentle with me. "Whores like you need to have every hole used - you'd better get used to servicing three at a time if you're gonna join our ranks, Lily."
My chest tightened with fear, and I turned my head back around to avoid holding eye contact with Jeff - he was intimidating, and the implications of what he'd just told me were frightening, in all honesty.
Without warning, he forced his finger all the way inside of me, twisting it and rubbing against sensitive areas that had me crying out with pleasure. Quickly, a second finger was added, giving me an extraordinary sense of fullness, a feeling I'd never experienced before. I rolled my hips backwards, urging Jeff to push his fingers deeper.
I heard footsteps - Tom moved behind the desk, positioning himself right in front of my face. His cock was bobbing right in front of me, mere inches away - and it looked delicious. My brain was consumed with arousal, with lust, and I feared these men had awoken the whore within me, and after this fateful evening, I'd never be able to go back to the way I was before. I'd need more of this, more and more and more.
"You're drooling." He remarked, using one hand to stroke himself and the other to run his fingers through my hair. "You like cock that much? Fuckin' cumdumpster. You're nothing but a toy to us - you know that, right?" As he said it, I nodded, agreeing without even having to think about it.
"God, you're such a whore - you love this, don't you?" Tom laughed, pumping himself right in front of my face, clearly amused by the way my tongue was hanging out, desperately reaching for his cock. He was completely right - I did love this, and I was ashamed of that fact. I stared up at him, eyes glazed over, mouth open for his use.
It was then that Jeff began to scissor his fingers inside of me - I let out an embarrassing cry, a carnal cry. I needed him to stretch me out more, to fill me more - I would've asked him to do so, but my brain no longer had the strength to form sentences that'd be deemed as coherent. Thankfully, I didn't have to tell him what to
do.
He removed his fingers without warning, and pressed the tip of his cock against my puckered, hungry hole. I swayed my hips as much as I good, body still being ravaged by Greg's perfect cock. I relaxed myself, relaxed that tight ring of muscle as I felt Jeff begin to urge himself into me. I was tight, and his cock was moving far too slowly.
"Faster," I begged. "Please, fuck me faster-"
It didn't take more than that for Jeff to oblige immediately, ramming his cock into my famished hole, slamming into me over and over, stretching me out. Though it felt good in the moment, I knew I'd be sore as hell by tomorrow morning. Presently, I didn't care, and I bucked my hips backwards, allowing Greg and Jeff to move deep inside of me.
I was enjoying myself immensely, enjoying the way it felt to have two men inside me at once. I certainly hadn't expected my first time to be like this, but the sensations were undeniable, and the way these men abused my holes felt heavenly. My mouth was hanging open, debauched noises flowing forth, eyes shut.
I didn't see anything, behind my eyelids there were only stars, flashes of deep pleasure. I had no way of knowing when Tom would decide to ram himself down my throat - hence why it took me by surprise. He grabbed two handfuls of my hair, using them as leverage, forcing himself into me, the tip of his huge cock hitting the back of my throat.
I moaned around him, feeling satisfied - to have three men inside of me was absolutely amazing, and it felt as though I may have discovered my purpose. Perhaps I really was nothing more than a cumslut, seeing as I'd never felt this good in my entire life. The hands in my hair were warm and strong, and I instinctively nuzzled against them as Tom abused my throat, grunting every time I hummed around him.
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