Taught To Gang Then Auctioned Off

Warning: Dubious consent themes. Do not read if offended by hardcore erotica.

Miss Dean shook my hand and welcomed me in. I was applying to be a waitress so I could make a little extra during my college years.

“So Kate”, she said, “what experience do you have?”

“Well I waited tables for a little back in…”

“Waited tables? That interview room is down the hall. This room is the for the auction.”

“Auction?”

“Yes. We see what kind of gangbang skills you have then sell you off to the highest bidder. So how many times have you been gangbanged? What’s the most you’ve done at once? Three? Four? Five? Or are you one of those crazy bitches that’s done a hundred? Don’t worry, I won’t ask you to take on much more than ten today. I don’t have the time for hundred man gangbangs, a woman has work to do.”

I could barely take in what she was saying. I had just come here to be interviewed for the waitress job, and here I was hearing about hundred man gangbangs. Before I could think of anything to say, Miss Dean strode right up to me and grabbed hold of my tits.

“Oh my god!” I gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Shut up a minute will you, I’m inspecting the goods. Yes, you’ve got nice firm tits here, and I like how symmetrical your face is. Let me spin you around. Hmm, good curvy ass, just the kind that many a man will pay to get his face between. Yes, I think we could fetch a good price for you. The market is always crying out for a girl with a body like yours. So tell me again, how many times you been gangbanged?”

“Um, never, I have a boyfriend.”

“Never huh? Don’t worry, I really should put ‘no experience necessary’ in the job adverts. ‘Training will be given on the job’. I will teach you how to gangbang, I did quite the number myself back in the day.”

Then she turned around and shouted.

“Ok guys, in you come.”

The door on the other side of the room opened, and in walked about a dozen guys, not one of whom was wearing a stitch of clothing. I was looking at a mass of barrel chests and washboard abs-and scarily huge cocks. The room was instantly filled with the powerful musky scent of the mass of man meat.

The men all lined up in front of me, and I could not help but fixate on the purple headed slabs of meat, all dripping excitement juice from those pissholes.

Miss Dean addressed the guys, all of whom were looking me up and down and grinning as they worked those tools in their hands.