The Meat Crew

The bullies seemed to be the most disrespectful of the lot she saw; but it was typical of them to prowl around to mess with community sluts for fun, so it was given that they'd be out of the ordinary that would normally have their fun and thankfully return the favor to the slut serving the community.

Marion's next few encounters were relatively tame; composed mainly by guys stopping by to gas up their cars and go. Interestingly, being in a rush made a few guys less interested in full out sex and more into satisfying their own unique fetishes and curiosities. In two separate encounters, a guy fucked the space between her armpits; making Marion feel much better about her chubby arms, and about as many who were invited to her backside when she'd shake her hips to wag her cow-tail would take the opportunity to fuck the space between her ass-cheeks or thighs; Practically melting away most of her insecurities she had left about her body that she flaunted more and more proudly.

The only disappointing part about these guys in a rush was how impersonal they acted, trying to cum soon and get a superficial feel on her. Oddly, a few of them used her arm-sleeves and thigh-highs like condoms to tuck in as they slid against her; leaving them filled with cum while still on, and of course some of them still chose to nut on her bare skin or near her mouth if they were given an oral quickie.

She chose to see these focuses on quick exchanges as a part of her duty, as she had promised to be quick during her crime, yet it was still hard imagining these men as her husband with so little time for intimacy or as being served for the sake of her son if they failed to be in his age range; limiting their chances of becoming his friends after.

While her motivation was dipping a bit, she still held strong to her sense of duty as it ultimately peaked as she watched a refrigerated van pull up.

It was the same meat truck that happened to be the ultimate victims of her crime; that to see arrive made her heartstrings tug so strongly. They used a nearby space, since once again she was occupying theirs to forcibly reflect on her crime, and as they'd always do, the hulking crew that was packed in as much as their shipment would allow; were dedicated to collect as much pay by the hour from their boss as they could by delaying when they exactly walked into the store.

The five of them mostly lined up and enjoyed a smoke, until one of them noticed her and went to deliver his sausage.

"Sir, I'm so sorry!, whatever you need-!" she pleaded, overcome by guilt, but he simply handled her like the meat she was; wordlessly, tugging her over to him and lifting her up by her knees in a full nelson pose over his thick rod.

"Yes~", she moaned; drooling about as hard as her pussy.

Slamming down and using such a thick woman as a flesh-light would normally be impressive, but to him, handling fatty chunks of meat was instinctive, yet in terms of stress this was the opposite of his work; with his stress pounding away as she seized in his grip and had her cunt tightly stretch around him with her excessive wetness.

This proud homemaker's body jiggled rapidly, obscene not only in its form and evidence of being defiled many times over, but in her sheer look of joy and lack of shame; putting on a show to his co-workers and everyone else going about their day.

"Yes!yes!yes!, USE it!, I understand it's your spot!" she screamed, coming to terms with her crime and onto his cock the hardest that she's had all day, feeling all the responsibility and manners of a mother slip away as her emptied mind behaved like a 20-something party-girl.

"Yes!, More! More! More!..." she ranted on repeat with the same tempo as the bells ringing and tugging on stiff nips.

Without any care given to his flesh-light's dropping sanity, he fucked another orgasm into her, before racking her down hard enough to bulge against her womb and fill her with his man-milk. He pulled out and left her to cling against her fence, while he resumed his smoke-break.

Marion looked up and saw the remaining four; chubbed up from the show and slightly interested.

"There's plenty space for all of you" she beckoned while pulling her tail back and forth.

Two stepped up to the offer; one grabbing her hair and horn headband, and the other inspecting her tail-plug tightly gripped by her ass. "space in here for me?", one of them asked, trying to make eye-contact through her spattered glasses.

"Yes Sir, I swear", she said so respectfully, while biting her lip, like any of these middle-aged men had a chance at being her senior.

"we'll see about that" One of them joked as he moved her plug back and took its place, with any groan soon muffled by a cock down her throat; stretching her collar from its sheer mass.

Spit-roasted as a piece of meat, she clung her arms and legs onto the fence, and tried to maintain momentum; enduring her ass's stretching while keeping her throat open and bobbing at the same speed, soon shaking even her glass off her head.

Her tongue struggled to meet the heavy balls platting against her chin as she loudly moaned against the owner's rod, and her asshole worked to keep tight and reactive; pulsing against its intruder, especially when he started platting against her sensitive pussy.

Acknowledging her as a true whore meant for meat, they started to use her with no mercy; watching her adapt near instantly with her body moving as one, going forward and back to be deeply sunk into in either direction. Her mouth and throat worked expertly from the stimulation from her ass, and her ass did the same from her senses flooded in front of her face.

The way she bucked was so wild that she might've been able to overpower one of them, but her body still shook and seized all the same, coming a couple of times before receiving a load at both ends.

The last couple on the crew were earnestly recommended to use her by the rest, regardless of how much time they had left to burn, and went over to her; pleasing her sense of completion even with her fucked clean mind completely forgetting her crime at the moment.

Her skills with head were great, but her tight milf holes couldn't be recommended harder; so the last two lifted her up to go after her ass and pussy in tandem.

"Yes!, Fill it in!!" she cooed loudly; not bothering to imagine either as her husband, a possible friend to her son, or someone to be repaid for her deeds; just cocks for a whore like her to take.

She embraced the one digging into her cunt and groaned out over his shoulder as she jiggled herself and her holes down against the both of them. "More!, More!..." she begged insatiably, putting both guys off guard.

"Damn, who is this bitch?" one felt the need to ask.

"mar-more-mor-moor-Moorion!", she slurred, trying to introduce herself as her body hungered to slam down on both of them even more.

"sure thing, Moo-roin", the ass-fucker joked, while smacking her ass and pressing in deep, along with his friend doing the same while nibbling on her ear. She soon had a hard leg-shaking orgasm tightly jerking against the both of them.

It didn't take her long to cum again from all the rough treatment and her sensitive tits being roughly groped by the man behind and her ass receiving the same treatment from the one stretching her pussy.

A plump body built for milking studs did what it did best and worked hard to serve; begging two more loads into her and getting her off one more time with the satisfaction of repaying her victims. She was set down on the ground before going to clean off all their dicks; wishing them well as they finally went back to doing their job.

Moo-rion recollected herself, seeing what a proud mess she was, and remembered what she was here for, and most importantly as she put her glasses back on; her family. Moo-rion Cow-tight put her plug back in to keep her outfit together and serviced a few more guys after her volunteer hours; for fun, but she knew she had to go home eventually, so she unleashed her collar and walked home as she was; enjoying the looks she'd get along the way.

Entering her home, she set her headband on a nightstand by the door, and announced "I'm done with my community work"

"That's great, dear" her husband responded neutrally, while getting sucked off by their maid; repaying her debts for theft. He felt reassured, the missus's debts were repaid and soon their maid's would be too; all was right and evening out.