Well, you get the picture. I might have been a slut before - oh, who am I kidding, I already was a big slut - but Jerry, David, Brian, Henry, Carter and Donald turned me into a downright whore, using, fucking and degrading me day after day, week after week. Instead of giving you guys - and girls - a play-by-play of what happened to me each and every day, I'll stick to some red-letter moments, so you won't get bored.
So, I was having the time of my life - my husband not so much, lol - and getting paid handsomely for a job well done. The guys were able and willing to put in even more effort, thanks to having two whores - instead of just one - at their disposal to have their way with, pretty much anytime and anyhow they wanted, and so the company boomed. We were able to reel in some big accounts and our numbers were looking very good.
During the weekend after my fifth week at the job, I was in a car accident with my husband on a Sunday afternoon; we were driving back home from a visit to my in-laws - real nice, down-to-earth folks - when we were hit by a mini-van. My husband, who was driving, came off scot-free, but as the mini-van hit the passenger's side, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up in the hospital several hours later, I was informed that I had a minor concussion and that I had broken my right fibula bone - a bone in the lower leg. There were no signs of any internal trauma, so all in all, I had been very lucky.
My broken fibula bone would heal by itself and could take anywhere from a few days to several weeks, in the worst case scenario the doctor said I would have to walk on crutches for a while and do some physiotherapy, but I didn't have to stay in the hospital for that. As soon as my brain would clear of any swelling from the concussion, I could go home. But I wouldn't be able to work for at least a week, possibly two. Although a cast wouldn't speed up the healing process in this case, they had given me one and suspended my leg above the bed nonetheless to remind me to take it easy.
After my husband gave a statement to the police, he called the insurance company, called the auto-shop and also informed the office - I had provided him with Maya's number. He informed her of the situation and assured her, that the necessary paper work would be transmitted. Although I realized I had been very lucky to escape without any permanent damage, I was also very afraid for my job. I knew I couldn't afford to stay home for two weeks, possibly more; Maya would have to compensate and although she was at least as big of a whore as I was, she'd probably wouldn't be able to keep up anymore. In the past, when it had just been her, she was able to handle them, but now after several months of having two sluts at their beck and call, I doubt the guys would be willing to dial back on their daily depravity. Even though I told myself that they were happy with my performance and that the accident was a force majeure, I still wasn't totally appeased and so I hardly got any sleep Sunday night.
Monday morning, just after breakfast, Becky, Carter, Jerry and Donald walked into my hospital room. For a moment, I thought my fears had become reality; I thought for sure I was going to get fired. My husband walked up to them, not knowing who they were.
After introducing themselves, Jerry said, "Donald, go and see if we can't get Maya bumped up to a more private and comfortable room."
"Our insurance doesn't cover that," my husband said.
"Ours does, don't worry about it; we'll take care of all the medical expenses. And our lawyer is already looking into your accident, we'll get everything sorted out. You two just focus on getting better," Jerry smiled.
Realizing he had no intention of firing me, I instantly felt a lot better.
Within the hour, I was in a private suite at the end of the corridor and while my husband was talking to Jerry and the guys about the accident, the paperwork and the finances, Becky came in with some ice chips and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Not too bad considering I haven't slept all night," I replied.
"Pain?"
"Worrying, I thought for sure I was out of a job," I whispered.
"Don't be silly," she smiled, "Talking of which, CAN you work?"
"I think so, I mean I am sure willing to try, I probably could, but this thing..." I said as I knocked on the cast around my right leg, "... could be a problem."
Becky smiled and said, "Don't worry, the guys are pretty resourceful!'
"What about my husband?" I asked.
"I'll take him down to the cafeteria," she said as she left the room.
God, I was a slut, I thought to myself. I had been in a car accident less than a day ago and here I was, willing - and even a little eager - to whore myself out to my bosses again.
About a minute later, the guys came in, without Becky or my husband. Carter and Jerry walked up to the left side of the bed, the side closest to the door and Donald walked up to the right side. As Carter pulled down the sheets, uncovering my hospital robe, Donald whipped out his semi-hard cock and jacked it a little bit. Carter also took out his cock and while Jerry tweaked my nipple through my gown, he said, "Becky informed us that you're up for some action."
"Yes sir," I replied as I felt Donald taking my hand and wrapping it around his shaft. Jerry took out his cock and started jerking off, aiming for my face, while Carter had taken my other hand and had guided it towards his cock. As I was jacking off two cocks, I lowered my head off the pillow to get my mouth as close to Jerry's cock as I could.
Pretty soon, I was sucking Jerry's cock while jacking off the other two. They rotated every few minutes, so that everyone of them could stick his cock down my throat. They played with my tits, tugged my nipples and touched me between my legs. With my right leg suspended and my left one hanging down the bed, they had unobstructed access to my twat. They could play with my clit, push one or more fingers up inside of me or do pretty much anything else they wanted. That's what it - and I - was there for.
After about a dozen rotations, Donald was the first to cum. He was in my mouth at the time, pulled out and shot a nice, big wad clear across my cheek and nose. Carter came several seconds later, all over the front of my robe and the bed. After jerking and sucking on Jerry's cock for a few more minutes, it became clear that he wasn't going to cum in that position.
"Go and get Becky," he said to Donald and Carter.
They walked out of the room and about a minute later Becky came scampering in.
"I don't know how long Donald and Carter can keep her husband busy, so whatever we do, we better do it fast... sir," she said.
"Help me cum on this bitch's face," Jerry said, horny and frustrated.
