It happened during the year I worked in a factory in Mondiano. After having quit high school early, I took the first job that presented itself, pushed by my father who wouldn’t allow me to stay penniless at home. We assembled tractor motors for shipment to another factory, where they then were mounted into the respective vehicles to finish the work.

In the beginning I had a lot of difficulty to do a job for which I really wasn’t destined. First of all, it was very physical labor where, with exception of the boss’s secretary, there were only men. I wasn’t at all accustomed to an exclusively masculine environment. It were those disgusting and dirty jokes on the big tits and the wet pussy of the secretary… evidently, the only woman in the joint. The vulgarity! But what shocked me even more in the beginning… Passing through farts wherever I went; the lockers and all over…Well, in the end I didn’t even pay attention to any of it in a few weeks time…

Until the day when Alonzo arrived and everything changed… He came from another joint further north and knew everything there was to know about the work. He had no trouble ingratiating himself and was immediately given the responsibility to supervise one of the assembly lines.

Alonzo was the type of guy who had always intrigued me. No matter where he was he was at ease, without any complex, be it with the boss or his secretary or another worker. He inspired respect and attained authority and admiration without anybody really knowing why. It was just like that, just a part of him… Nobody ever would dare to contradict him, challenge him or talk bad about him behind his back… The infallible Alonzo, immediately accepted by everybody at the very moment he appeared.

Men like Alonzo have always astonished me and I don’t understand how they can have in them such power and dominance over their pears. Moreover, he was different than the others. He had none of the vulgarity that characterized the majority of workers and never cracked dirty jokes like them.

Come-on, understand!

In any case, while I had become completely invisible to everybody else a long time ago, from the start, he paid attention to me. Once my co-workers figured out that I didn’t fart any louder than my neighbor in the locker room or that I didn’t have always a new filthy joke to tell, they had simply started to ignore me.

Alonzo, he however, took me under his wing from the first day on. Sometimes he went even as far as to ask for my help or my opinion even though he knew perfectly well every little detail of our work. I never suspected anything and believed in my naivety that he valued me for my conversations or for my ideas, which I shared with him freely.

I saw absolutely nothing coming… I was without a doubt completely under the spell of his personality like everybody else. He often placed his hand on my thigh with a certain insistence, but how could I have seen this as abnormal? It’s true that he frequently touched me; a little smack on the butt passing behind me, a caress of my hair… in fact, all this seemed to me nothing more than parental gestures.

But one Tuesday morning, after a three-day weekend, Alonzo adopted a whole different behavior. I saw immediately that something wasn’t right that morning. Usually he was closely shaved, very proper and one could smell that he paid close attention to his hygiene… But there he must not have shaved for the entire weekend and his clothes were not very clean. On top of it, his breath reeked of booze, something that had never happened before to him. As far as I could figure, his weekend had been very, very bad.

His first words to me were:

“…Those bitches…all! They light you up…and after, there’s no one left. What you think, Jerôme?”

I didn’t think anything and contended myself to shrug my shoulders in response. Alonzo sobered out and then it was time to take up the work. That day I worked alone at the assembly, a bit out of the eyesight from the others as usual. I was bending forward tightening a bolt when suddenly a pair of hands grabbed my buttocks. I heard Alonzo’s voice whispering in my ear:

“You, Jerôme, you are not like the others. You have a nice little ass and when you get someone horny, I am sure you go all the way…”

He tried to unzip my overalls. I fought him but he was much stronger than me. At that moment I wanted to yell for help despite my shame but Alonzo put his hand firmly over my mouth.

The guy halfway tore my overalls off me and laid me forward over the engine block. He ripped my briefs off and spread my thighs with one hand while keeping the other firmly planted over my mouth. Whispering softly he said:

“You are also a pretty slut, but not like the others. You are gentle and with you Alonzo thinks that he won’t be disappointed and you’ll be always nice to him…”

I heard him spit and then he passed a saliva-moistened finger over my anus. I twisted myself trying to escape him but his grip only tightened. Alonzo carefully pushed his finger deeper, slowly opening my hole, despite my to death contacted muscles… He kept massaging my sphincter so long and ceaselessly moistening his fingers that I barely felt his hard-on beginning to penetrate me. But the pain rose violently when Alonzo forced himself completely inside me. His dick tore my skin as it came and went and I thought that the agony would make me crazy.

“My pretty little whore,” Alonzo said again and again.

“You are all hot and wet. You at least, you want me to empty my balls into your beautiful little ass, you are not like the others.”

The pain ceased a little. The weight of Alonzo’s big body crashed me against my engine block… The hard thrusts of his hips cut my respiration and pushed me painfully against the metal parts, some protruding and others sharp edged… My whole body was in pain so much, in fact, that I hardly noticed anymore his cock tearing my flesh. My sphincter even seemed to have been made for the dimensions and form of dick, which inserted itself deeply into my paths and venues more and more rapidly. Alonzo breathed hard into my ear, murmuring inaudible things. Then he cried out and with a last thrust of his hips he shot his cum deep into my intestines.

He relaxed his grip, letting me breathe a little. I was completely drained and emptied, his body weighed heavy on mine. After a long kiss in the nape of my neck, Alonzo redressed, straightened himself and disappeared into the depth of the workshop.

It took me a long moment to get myself together and to really understand what had just happened to me. I felt ashamed, I felt filthy throughout my deepest self… I asked myself if there was anything I could have done to prevent being in this situation… and I couldn’t find a single answer… I was completely confused.

It was at this moment that my boss showed up in front of me:

“What the hell are you doing with that engine? You think I pay you for being lazy or what? Come-on, get busy!”

I returned to my work for better or worse and took advantage of the lunch break to take a long shower, scrubbing myself until the skin of my whole body was all red. The other workers behaved as if they had seen nothing although they must have gotten wind of what had happened to me…

At home, I locked myself in my room and took another shower later that evening, again scrubbing my skin like there’s no tomorrow… My parents tried in vain calling me to dinner or asking if I was all right, I avoided all contact.

The next day, the commute to the factory seemed endless to me… to prepare myself for going to work seemed senseless and I asked myself if there was one good reason to go bolting some engines together for a ridiculous paycheck at the end of each month. It all seemed pathetic to me and without head or tail…

Alonzo had regained his spirit and resembled himself again, jeans and shirt well ironed, clean, freshly shaven and emitting the discrete sent of a perfume masculine and of good quality.

For a moment he sat down on my side, smiling as if nothing had happened, vividly chatting about everything and nothing, a hand on my thigh, exactly like all the other days... The other workers pretended that everything was as it should be, they joked grossly and took Alonzo’s side for whatever…

The beginning of this morning passed normally and I started even to believe that everything wasn’t more than a bad memory, that Alonzo had forgotten everything and that all would return like it had been before… But in the lunch hour, Alonzo went straight toward me and grabbed me by the neck:

“Come. Come with me, my beauty… you will take a little care of me … Come…”

He had me firmly and pushed me inside the showers. I wanted to scream, to protest… but nothing came out. I knew very well inside me that nobody would stop him.

Alonzo lowered the zipper of his overalls and made it fall to his feet. Then he grabbed me by my hair and forced me to position myself in front of him, my face in his underwear:

“You are going to polish my stinger today, my beauty, it needs it…”

He lowered his shorts just enough to expose his big dick and stuffed it entirely in my mouth. I felt tears of humiliation running down my cheeks and was ready to vomit… Alonzo’s cock pushed deeply in-and out of my throat… However, he didn’t emit the vile odor of booze from earlier this morning, of sweat and dirty clothes… the taste of skin wasn’t even unpleasant at all …

I noticed other workers a little further away… some showering others drinking a beer, sitting on the benches in the locker room… I saw well how they frequently turned their eyes toward us. They leaned one against another, exchanging low comments. A few of them exploded in laughter, some put their hand into their crotch, pretending to masturbate with grand obscene gestures. One of the workers closest to us actually did masturbate under the shower… With a last pounding of his hips, Alonzo thrust his cock all the way down my throat and shot a first burst of sperm, overfilling my mouth. His thick and sweetish load made me nauseous…but the guy kept on shooting. The sperm overflowed my lips, running down the length of my face… Alonzo pulled his dick out, squeezed the forehead between his fingers to extract the last drops and forced me to lick them:

“Take it, my whore, there is still a little, gorge yourself and polish my dick until it’s all shiny…”

Then he redressed calmly and left to join the other workers, joking and loudly talking as usual… I was dazed for a long time and then took to work again like a robot would have done… without thinking, without feeling anything at all… completely numbed in a cotton cloud… That evening my parents observed me with concern. They tried to make me talk but I didn’t let out a single word. I passed the time locked in my room, curled up on my bed.

The following days became even worse. Alonzo took it for granted that I was his exclusive property. He came to look for me at lunchtime and for the whole hour served himself on my body like he would have done with a hooker. He even claimed that it was me who had the desire and the need to offer my body and to always be at his disposition to satisfy his sexual impulses. I should of my own volition bend over and offer my butt in obscene poses. I should be the one to excite him, pretending to have an obsessive desire to be his sex object, submitting myself like the worst slut to any of his wishes… I should crawl before him like a dog and wait until he kindly offers his cock, so I could gorge myself on it and its sperm when he graciously splatters me…

Even worse were the other workers. They also seemed convinced that I was no more than a thing you take and throw away as you please. I had the impression that a kind of conspiracy had been established between Alonzo and the other men of the workshop. When Alonzo abused me, he had always other guys around, each time a bit closer and masturbating without shame. Very soon, some of them attempted to stuff their cocks into my mouth while Alonzo banged me from behind… In the workshop there was always a worker who passed by my side, smacking my butt and saying:

“Hey, my sweet, you like a little fuck? Don’t you have the craving? You haven’t had your dose today, wait, I’ll take care of you good…”

For some days after Alonzo abused me first, he didn’t come to take me during the lunch hour. I stayed unmolested but my luck was short lived. A number of guys encircled me without warning and pushed me toward the showers. Others joined and a dozen brutes ripped my clothes off in less time than is needed to say it. I was literally lifted off the ground, my thighs spread apart, and impaled by a hard and powerful cock. Strong hands held my upper body elevated and pulled my head back by my hair. One of the guys thrust his rod in my mouth. It was a rather small dick, stinky and of infectious taste. The juice of his gland was nauseating. Numerous cocks posed before my eyes, waiting for their turn to be sucked. One of the workers stuffed his dick into my mouth in the same time as the other… I suffocated and don’t know how I could swallow two of them at once.

The guy that had penetrated me from behind decided to cum and I felt jets of sperm inside my intestines. His place was taken swiftly and I was again impaled, this time on a rod even bigger. Meantime, the two cocks in my mouth came almost simultaneously. Their sperm overflowed and ran down my face... I had the impression to have cum all over me, all over my body… I still had my mouth full when yet another guy pushed the other two away and presented me with his instrument. He was black and I had frequently admired his muscled body. But it had never occurred to me that his dick could be just as strong as the rest… It was a veritable monster and I heard, like in a dream, how the others joked about the size of Negro dicks... Lots of veins and an unreal diameter, an enormous forehead and incredible balls… all of a somber color, almost black… I thought I’d be never able to swallow even the forehead of this cock, which seemed to me more like belonging to an animal than to a human. The Negro did succeed to make me swallow him and with great thrusts he widened my mouth and forced his dick further and further down my throat…

I don’t know how many guys took turns to relieve themselves in me; I felt nothing anymore. I barely felt when there was yet another discharge of cum inside my stomach… This made a suction noise when the cocks came and went inside me while I was filled with their sperm…

The black guy came pretty fast, a very thick consistence, which ran down my tongue… Its taste was also very strong… But I had barely time to swallow it when already a very short dick with an astonishing large and turgescent forehead took its place. It didn’t go down my throat like the others but it filled my mouth completely. This guy didn’t move but waited calmly until it was I who sucked him to the point of cumming…

To be honest, I didn’t even know anymore what I was doing… I had the impression of really being the dog, the hooker of all those men who thought the same of me, like I had no means to escape this image they had forged of me.

I sucked salivating with more and more abandonment … with large strokes of my tongue; I licked the forehead, the whole length of the cock and even the testicles… Men were laughing around us:

“Look at this dirty slut, how she loves it…”

I went greedily under the balls with my drooling tongue and even relentlessly jerked the cock that waited for just that. The guy came pretty soon and spurted his sperm over my face… The others shouted even more vulgarities than before:

“Did you see that bitch, she has never enough… Never saw a slut like that… Say, we had this hangar of pricks with us and didn’t even know it…”

The break came to an end and the guys who had not yet relieved themselves, wanked hurriedly above me. Again I received jets of cum all over my butt, my face and in my mouth until everybody disappeared, leaving me sprawled in the sperm that coated me completely and dripped from my body everywhere…

The next day it was Alonzo who signed me to follow him at break time. The truth is that I was almost content since he wasn’t brutal and had a well-groomed body, leaving me less with the impression of degradation that I had felt with the others… So it seemed less difficult for me to play the sex-thirsty whore and to position myself at his feet.

Alonzo sat nonchalant on one of the locker room’s benches, his back leaning against the wall and his legs spread. He looked calmly at me as I did my thing and encouraged me sometimes with a short and simple gesture… I knew that we weren’t alone, he and me, but I really didn’t care anymore, seeing only Alonzo, doing everything to please him and, to speak the truth, I was in a state of detachment as if I were watching myself from far away without being directly concerned by what I was doing.

Halfway through, I was on my hands and knees at Alonzo’s feet, wiggling and arching my back as if the only thing I waited for was for him to penetrate me and to offer me a bit of his semen… But Alonzo didn’t move… Unfortunately, my buttocks were widely spread for him and another guy, whom I had not seen coming, grabbed me brusquely by my hips and entered me in one thrust.

Alonzo didn’t move a hair and watched calmly as I got screwed right in front of him. I even thought to see him crack a vague smile. Then he opened his legs even further and pulled slowly his dick out more while signing me to come closer… The guy who smashed my ass with forceful thrusts pushed me forward and I found myself with my nose in Alonzo’s balls. They were full, soft and hot, and quite hairy. I licked them consciously. I almost appreciated their manly odor, their subtle texture and their somewhat musky taste. Alonzo’s dick hardened and his forehead expanded more and more under his foreskin. My moist and salivating tongue licked his balls in fast strokes to the bottom of his prick, and then I swallowed his forehead and returned along his shaft, drooling on the patches of hair that grew around his cock… I felt how the guy who was banging me discharged a powerful load of cum into my stomach and then pulled out.

Large and strong hands grabbed my buttocks and opened them even wider. Turning around I saw the black guy from earlier with the monstrous dick and tried to get away… But he held me firmly by the hips and Alonzo rendered me incapable of even the slightest movement… Papa, the Black, was on his knees between my thighs and held his enormous instrument at the height of my anus. He lifted my buttocks and I felt his forehead beginning to enter, forcing and stretching my flesh. I screamed in pain but Alonzo forced his cock to the bottom of my throat at the same time, silencing my cries. Papa didn’t stop to force himself further forward and I thought that not even my first penetration had been this painful. In any case, no man had ever fucked me that deep until now and I had the impression that my entire body was impaled on a monster that gnawed inside it and eat it alive.

After an agonizing outburst, as before, the Black came fortunately very fast. I felt perfectly the contractions of his dick when he filled my stomach abundantly. Meanwhile, Alonzo slapped my head against him, stuffed his cock down my throat and filled my mouth with sperm of a fruity flavor that was mixed with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

Then Alonzo smiled gently and slid a little sideways on the bench. I realized that there was a whole line of men waiting for their turn, more or less undressed and unbuckled. Some of them must have jacked for quite a while and where exited enough to cum any moment…

One of them took Alonzo’s place and immediately put his dick into my mouth while I had the clear sensation of another entering my from the Black well stretched behind… The other guy held my nose between his pubic hairs, which smelled rancid. His prick was truly disgusting, tasting of fermented piss, old sweat, and the filth of dirty laundry. So far no dick had provoked such repulsion in me… When he finally came, even his sperm seemed disgusting and repulsing to me; in fact, it was the first time that I sucked somebody without being able to even swallow a single drop. It was Gilbert, sure he was the oldest of the workers and always with an air of untidiness and negligence, but I hadn’t thought that it would ever come to this point…

One thing is for sure, after Gilbert’s cock, all others I sucked smelled and tasted quite agreeable… And still, many of them had strong traces of urine among other things… Sometimes it was their hair or else their underwear itself that emitted those very little enjoyable whiffs… But compared to the old Gilbert, their dicks were rather pleasant to suck and lick. I won’t say how many workers dispersed their cum in my mouth and how much of it I swallowed… I was surprised to notice at some point that the taste was different from one cock to the next but I swallowed all with pleasure after having been submitted to the appalling taste of the old Gilbert. I truly never thought that, from one guy to the next, their cum could be more fruity, more acid, muskier or spicier, thicker or runnier, with a little bit of sweetness or a little bitter…

It was definitely on that day that my world toppled over and my status amidst the factory changed for good. I could have never again worked normally, not even for a couple of minutes per day. All personnel in the factory, not just in my workshop, were aware that I was the worst of all whores, always in need and always ready to suck or to be fucked. Nobody, not even my boss, asked me anymore to touch an engine. As tradeoff, however, there was a permanent parade of men that arrived from all over the factory, demanding to see me. It went so far that my boss established a system by which everyone was obliged to take a number and wait patently for his turn. The lunch hour would never have been enough to satisfy the ever-larger number of men that needed my services. Everybody closed their eyes when one of the workers left his post, stating simply that he needed to relieve himself…

I don’t know what happened little by little inside me, but I started to have a certain satisfaction from seeing those men waiting until I provided a little pleasure for them. And since I took a little more time with each, I rejoiced knowing that all the other waited impatiently for the moment when I would take care of them. Maybe it’s simply a form of revenge I wanted to take from those who had held me at their total mercy. I realized, however, that it was a pretty pitiful revenge… Because, much later I found out that my boss made good money off my back and Alonzo profited equally. So, my revenge, I believe was pretty much an illusion!

Very soon I insisted to move into an enclosed space for the only purpose that I wouldn’t have to be humped in front of everybody. Guess what, everything was provided. It was only when I took too long with one of the workers that my boss would knock at my door. Was I unhappy? I simply wasn’t myself anymore because I had been forced not to be, end of story… I became very fast an expert in the art of provoking a man’s ejaculation at the exact moment of my choosing, be it with my butt or with my tongue and by touching different sensitive places on a body, which I learned instinctively… Frequently one of my “clients” would admit that his wife at home should be taking lessons from me… But lessons at that, this time is long gone by.

Because today, one can say that I am well established in my career and the factory is far behind me. I was hired in a big joint in Paris and even created one of the most popular peep-shows… It was enough to just think of it, that’s all. It is a circular space, all glass at a certain height and surrounded by cabins. The cabins are for the customers and their partitions are equipped with a hole that opens to a space below a fake floor under the girls. They on their part perform a super striptease and go even as far as to masturbate and to open their pussy right in front of the guys’ eyes who are barely able to stand it behind their window. Plus, since the girls’ feet are on the height of the customer’s chest, the angle renders the performance completely maddening. If they want, the clients can put their cocks through the whole in the partition and receive a blowjob while getting an eye full. They also can penetrate what they believe to be a vagina even though in reality it is nothing else than the ass hole of a guy, just by the way, more often than not; it’s mine since I am the best…

It is a sacred revenge on destiny, no? Because it’s no longer the workers…here they are mostly executives and business people… moneyed people, I am happy to tell you, because all this is very expensive… And yes, not only am I paid extremely well, but I also have a privileged status and it is I who directs the crew of operators, as they are called.

And all those men in their suits and ties and expensive accessories, when they lower their pants, what do they imagine? That it’s a superb girl, just like the one before their eyes, who offers her pussy or puts their dicks into her delicious mouth? The fools! It’s me who they fuck, yes!

Cabin 6. Pretty boy, well build, hello cock! If its 7 inches when it’s hard as it never was before in his life, that’s a maximum!

“Julien, cabin 6 for you… a blow job!”

Ah, cabin 4, not bad. Thirties, very masculine just as I like them… hairy, well muscled, tanned and on top of it, look at this cock! He is barely holding up… This got to be that sacred Pauline who’s overfilling his eyes… What is it he wants, that one? Ah, a blow job also… Good, he is mine. I like him…

Just one little set back… He has paid and shouldn’t cum too fast, otherwise he might have the impression not to have gotten enough for his bucks. He is so exited that his cock is all trembling and convulsing. Let’s see how his forehead is drooling… There really is only Pauline who can put her clients in such a state…

Come-on bastard, move a little over there with your big cock, so I can take care of it. I tell you, idiot, I lick and suck better than any female… You can’t resist my tongue, eh? It gives you sensations you have never known… It even hurts, eh? You think that your fat dick is going to explode… And you think that Pauline eats your cock! Poor fool! Pauline is not for you. She is too good for you in any case… No bastard, it’s me who chews your dick and I can tell you, you won’t ever forget it… Well, I’d say you are in pain… You want to shoot now but you can’t… You cum when I want it… Yeah, keep hallucinating in front of Pauline’s pussy; keep filling my mouth with your big cock…

All right, that’s enough. You had it for your money. Euh… that’s where I pass you on to Bruno… That one is a real sick puppy, he lives on sperm… But then, no. I’m sure you taste just a little salty with a touch of litchi fruitiness and that it is really thick, all that and more! Hello quantity that you must have in store, my filthy friend. I’ll empty you out. You won’t have a single drop left for the next couple of days, you’ll see! Come-on shoot… you can. And as expected, it’s just as I thought, good stuff. Bruno would have gone mad. Come, you can bring it on; your cock won’t have anything to give in a second! There you go, big boy! You wanted to empty your balls, well believe me, they are quite empty, emptier than you think. And you’ll come back, I tell you…

Well, cabin 4. Ah, the customer is not too bad but looks a little cheap. Very little for me. Charly! Cabin 4… For a penetration…”

The end

Author Marc Drissi

Translator Max Wanderer