The lure of earning very good money tempted me to apply to a small advertisement seeking a cook's assistant on a cattle station in outback Queensland. Hell, all my life I had assisted Mom around the kitchen so I figured I was qualified for any sort of cooking tasks. I rang the number and a young sounding guy invited me for an interview that afternoon.
I dressed for the occasion; mini skirt and low cut top so my little boobs could display themselves. If you are being interviewed by a guy this works.
It worked like a charm with this fellow, more interested in my physical qualifications than my work records. As we stood up at the conclusion of the interview, I leaned forward over his desk to pick up my paperwork and gave him a real eyeful. I could see the bulge in his pants and knew that the interview had been a success.
Sure enough in four days I received two hundred dollars, a bus ticket And instructions. I was to meet a guy called Reg from Sandy Station at the Birdsville Hotel in 5 days. Shit, that was quick, bloody Birdsville, Oh well, the money was great so I got myself ready for the journey.
Four days in the bus from hell and I stepped off the bus and into the legendary Hotel. It was divine, ice cold beer and friendly locals.
Outside the temperature was over 110 degrees and it was expected to get hotter during my stay. Next day a battered pickup with Sandy Station barely Visible pulled up at the Hotel. I made myself known and Reg near had a heart attack. "What the fuckin' hell are you doing here, we was expecting a young guy. Don't tell me that dickhead agent in Melbourne screwed up again", he shouted.
"Well do you want a cook or a bloody weight lifter? If it's a cook, then lets get to it Reg" I remarked with a touch of sarcasm. He smiled and then said "Girlie I didn't drive all this way not to have a bloody beer, so lets be into it."
Four hours later we crawled back to the truck, both pissed, and off we headed. "How far Reg?" " Three fuckin' hours love" he mumbled. I fell asleep soon after and woke some time later in a lather of sweat. God it was hot and bumpy. My top was stuck with sweat to my boobs outlining every little curve and as we bounced along, they just jiggled away much to Reggie's delight.
Nearly there now Laura" he said with a grin. I looked around and thought, nearly bloody where. At last a few scrubby buildings appeared and these were to be home for the next six weeks.
Work appeared to be finished for the day and two men strolled over to Greet Reg and me. I was introduced to Andy and Ocker. They were sure not Expecting me as their stares and silence indicated. Finally I got a couple of "Gidday Laura, nice ta meet ya". I was shown the sleeping quarters, which consisted of six bunks in a row, and an end room, which appeared to be the showers. There was no room for privacy in this all-male set up so I guessed that I was to become one of the guys. The ice was soon broken when I was invited to join them in a "few drinks". There was a cool store full of food, beer and rum, which was very well stocked. I was told to help myself to whatever I wanted as all stock was shared between us. Tiredness soon set in and I went to bed after drinking for another hour.
It was dark when I became aware of my ankle being shaken and a male Voice spoke quietly "We got work to do young fellow, these bastards will be Hungry in another hour". As he went outside I pulled on an old shirt, shorts And boots for my first days work. Even at 4.30 am it was warm and very little other clothing would be required. The main cook, Bruno, could not Believe his eyes or ears when I gave him a cheery greeting. "Shit" was all he Could say. We got on all right though and worked side by side cooking and Cleaning for the gang of workers.
By nightfall I was exhausted, hot and dusty and was wondering when I could freshen up, when Reg called out that showers were working if anybody was interested. Bruno headed up to the homestead for the night, a journey of five miles or so, and I ran to the sleeping quarters. Quickly undressing, I wrapped a towel around myself and walked into the shower block. I blushed, no cubicles, just a long concrete floor with six showerheads. Reg, Andy and Ocker were all there enjoying the cool water so I dropped my towel and stood under the nearest spray. Feeling a bit modest I turned my back to the guys and it wasn't long before they started chatting to me about the days events.
Reg called to me " Hey Laura would you please turn around this way, I told the guys last night that you had real nice tits since I saw them in the truck yesterday. It's not right that only I see them when we generally share things between us" I was trapped and could see that to remain friends I had to go along. I suddenly wished that I not shaved my pussy so well before I left. I really felt naked. I turned towards them keeping one hand over my cunt for modesty, smiled and said; " Well what do think guys"? "Told you they were nice ones Andy" said Reg. "Yeah, real nice" said Ocker blushing. Feeling a bit playful I gave them a bit of a shake and said "Thanks guys". They seemed happy with that so we dried off and went outside to relax and do some serious drinking.
My next recollection was Bruno announcing that the day had begun for us. Back to the heat and sweat yet again. Roll on nighttime I wished.
Finally Reg announced that the showers were ready and I wasted no time. I did not even bother to wrap in a towel this time; I just stripped and walked in with the guys. There was no need for modesty as I was fairly sure that they had seen every inch of me now, well I had also checked out their equipment so we were even. I had just finished rinsing my hair when I was aware of Reg standing beside me with Andy and Ocker not too far away. Reg spoke "
Laura, we have agreed that we wont fight over you so we made a deal that we will share you evenly like we share everything else here" Oops, I think I heard right. Thinking at a million miles an hour I concluded that to fight against them out here could be fatal. I smiled and said, "What do you have in mind Reg"? "Well Laura since we have not had any bush girls through here for some months now we are all full of cattleman's cream, if you get my drift".
I pretended to be puzzled but on he went. " So Laura, if you will just bend forward, Andy and Ocker will support you, I will be first". Talk about being between a rock and a hard place, I wasn't being given a choice here.
Reg continued " Now girl I had a good talk to that young barman back at the Birdsville Hotel and he sort of let loose that you enjoyed cock, so we won't disappoint you". I had almost forgotten the other night, too much rum and a very helpful fellow, that's right he said he would help me to my room I remembered. He helped himself to more than that I recalled.
It was rather strange standing there bent over with one guy on either side holding my arms while Reg eased his cock gently into me. "You are a tight little fucker Laura, so much better than the bush girls that we are used to" He held my hips and pushed me firmly back and forward as if he was using my cunt just to masturbate with. It did the trick for him though because in half a minute I felt the familiar spurt of cum. The instant he had finished he swapped places with Andy who wasted no time getting balls deep into my now well-lubricated tunnel. "Shit Reg I see what you mean, this is the best fuck I've had since Molly Parker's little girl discovered sex" "Yeah' agreed Reg "but its not every day you get to play with a fourteen year old is it".
Just great I thought, being compared to a slut that age. My view was different that's for sure, Reg's cock now drooping towards the floor while Ocker's was bolt uptight in anticipation. "Hey Laura, do you mind if I hold one of your swinging little tits while Andy dumps his load"? Said Reg.
"Why I'd just love that thanks Reg" I replied, quite astonished that he had asked. Strange that a guy would ask to hold my tit but not ask to bury his cock into me. "Ohh fuck" signalled Andy's cream spurting within me. He pulled his still hard shaft from me and swapped with Ocker. Poor Ocker had been waiting for too long and came as soon the head of his cock entered my pussy lips. He thrust his spewing rod into me and sighed as he dumped load after load into me. They all muttered "Thanks Laura" and Ocker said "Bet you enjoyed that!" What could I say? I stood there for a while as the cum dribbled from me and realised that they must have been storing it up for quite a while. Lucky me!
As we later sat around drinking I showed no sign of anything untoward happening to me and joined in the chatter as if I was just one of the guys who enjoyed a fuck. I suddenly wondered what happens if the cooks assistant is a young guy. I posed the question and was told by Andy " Well Laura, I hope it won't embarrass you, we still share everything here and the young fellows get to know it. They soon learn to drink cattlemen's cream and look forward to their nightly dose". I shuddered, not for the young guy sucking these old farts off every night, but for myself, knowing what awaited me each night in the shower. Ocker then said " Yeah but do you remember that little blonde haired fellow, he used to take it like a woman, I got used to him after a while and looked forward to fuckin' him. You could hold his dick at the same time and sometimes he would drop a load in your hand".
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