Daily Grind

Bridget rested her elbows on the desk and pushed her tight, cherry shaped ass out and back. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of Jake's cock sliding in and out of her. Jake was a slow starter, but she didn't mind. Her light pink, flowery pussy lips clung to his shaft as he drew himself out, his member glistening with her wetness under the yellowed light of the ancient, bare lightbulb overhead. She bit her lip when he started to piston in and out of her. Jake was such a sweetie. He always waited until she was good and wet before really giving it to her. She took a last drag on her cigarette, and waited to crush it out in the tray for Jake to finish. It was a little game she played with herself for her own amusement. She started to drive her hips back to his increasingly rapid thrusts.

"Oh! Oh fuuuuuu...." Jake exclaimed. Bridget smiled warmly at him as his semen flooded her pussy. As he drew back, the last eruption landed diagonally across her ass. She glanced over her shoulder and felt his thick cum start to drip down her legs.

"Thanks, Jake. Shall I clean you up?" she said, already turning and kneeling. He looked down on her lovely face and closed his eyes as her pouty lips encircled his shaft. She sucked hard, drawing what remained of his cum into her mouth as her tongue slathered the sides of his member. When she was done, she pulled off of his cock with an audible pop, and stood up, bringing her pants up with her. "There we go. All better." she said with a smile as she returned to her desk, his cum drying on her body beneath her oversized pants.

As she worked on her blueprint, her mind wandered back to the day before she left Ireland. Her mother was radiantly beautiful, and her father a proud, if tempermental man. They both looked so hopeful, so **** when she boarded the Megaliner that would sail across the sea and bring her to America and away from the Endless War. They all knew that the vast armored brigades of the Axis stood poised to cross the channel at any time, and one day it would happen. Her father admitted it was tough to give up his sole claim on his wife at first, but like most he got used to it rather quickly. He would be damned if his daughter was going to be part of some Berlinstadt pervert's private collection though.

Bridget sat her pen down, and put her welding goggles on. She walked to the welding table and sparked the flame on the torch. She leaned in, using it to light her cigarette, before beginning her day's work in earnest. She was a true tomboy when it came to work. She loved to watch the burnt carbon crack and flake from the hot metal, to feel the satisfaction of a part being bolted into place at just the right angle, and roar of an engine between her legs.

She felt bad for some of the Dames in their floral print dresses, perfect makeup, and pretty little painted toenails. They tried to move through life never getting dirty, but in this world that was nearly impossible when any Tom, Dick, and Harry can hike that skirt up and fuck them in the ass. At least the girls with The Brass had a more realistic outlook on life. Unified Military Code ordained that their mode of dress do nothing to dissuade a soldier from using them, and many of them had been stuck on a transport vessel at some point with ****, terrified men who may very well die the following day. She could only imagine what their bootcamp must have been like to prepare them for that...

The air horn from the factory sounded again. Lunch time. Bridget turned off her welding torch and wiped the sweat from her forehead, leaving a light, greasy smudge. She let her goggles hang around her neck, and started to walk to the break room, unbuckling her pants as she did so. She paused by her desk and stripped them off her bare legs. She walked over to the break room door, and leaned against the frame. The men inside glanced up at her, admiring her lovely figure that was clothed only in her tank top, goggles, and boots. She saw that Doug looked ready, and walked over to him.

He didn't even have to say anything as she straddled him. He fished his already hard cock out and held it by the base as she slowly lowered herself onto it. He sighed, and started to fondle her breasts as she worked his cock deeper into her. Michael stood up, took a sip of coffee, and walked up behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, blushing slightly as she felt herself getting wet in anticipation as he stroked himself to erection while watching Doug start to thrust up from below as she rode his throbbing cock. She bit her lip and narrowed her eyes as Michael's cockhead touched her tight, puckered asshole.

He grabbed the grease rag from his back pocket, and quickly applied a thin layer of it to his shaft. Bridget tensed up, her body responding as she felt her anal ring expanding with Doug slammed into her. She exhaled when the head popped inside her and he started to press forward. She was thankful for the grease, but not surprised. They didn't want to hurt her. She was "one of the guys" after all.