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Overtime

Buffy pulled her jacket closer as the cab pulled away into the night. In many ways she was glad for the chance to get away from her regular job for the night: Joe the area manager was filling in while her regular boss was on vacation, and that meant that she’d normally be bent over his desk by now, while he pounded into her and called her a slut.

She’d never intended to repeat the events surrounding her employment at the Doublemeat Palace, but then Joe had shown her the footage from the hidden security camera, and threatened to show it to everyone if she didn’t continue their ‘working relationship’. Over the past three months he’d had her at his beck and call, using her as his own personal plaything. She had gone back on the pill as a precaution, not wanting to run the risk of getting pregnant by him.

Buffy still winced at the memory of the first time he’d taken her anally, something she’d never thought she’d do for anyone. Especially someone she despised so much.

But then he’d phoned her at home and told her that another branch needed someone to cover the late shift for just one night. It appeared that the assistant manager was getting married, and most of the staff would be attending his bachelor party.

The diner was still busy when she walked in, so Dan the manager only had time to show her the basic layout before she had to start. Most of the work revolved around the drive-thru section, and being an attracting young woman, Buffy was put to work handing out completed orders. She found that she was actually able to smile, knowing that Joe was at the Sunnydale branch, many miles away.

Philo, the man whose bachelor party had left the diner under-staffed, turned up with a few friends an hour or so later, waiting for the others to get off shift. Buffy noticed them looking at her, but just put it down to being the new girl.

Some of the staff reached the end of their shift and got changed to go home, leaving Buffy the only woman there with about ten men. Only Dan was also working, but the passing trade had dried up for the night so he decided to close up early, promising Buffy a full night’s wage to compensate for helping out. Changing into the blouse and skirt she’d brought with her, Buffy was just about to leave when Philo offered her a shot from a bottle of whisky.

Still slightly wary after the caveman-beer incident, Buffy was unsure about accepting, but the guys encouraged her until she took a deep swig of the golden liquor. It burnt her throat as she swallowed, but it felt good after a hard day at collage and then work. Gasping slightly, Buffy hesitated only a second before downing a second, larger shot that almost blew the top of her head off.

“I think this girl knows how to party!” Dan smiled, “Say, Buffy, why don’t you join us? The night’s still young!”

Mouth full of a third shot of whisky, Buffy could only nod as the warm feeling in her stomach started to spread out to the rest of her.

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They ended up at a wonderful house on a nearby hill. It was nice and large with a terrace that overlooked the town and the ocean beyond. They quickly shucked their coats, and there was a nervous moment when everyone was unsure of what to do. And that's when Buffy took the lead, making sure the boys knew who they were dealing with.

“Well, I guess its show time! Who's making the drinks? Martinis!” she ordered. Dan went for the freezer and started shaking. “What about music? What kind of party is this without music?”

Philo started some tunes as Buffy walked out to the balcony to flash the town. She faced the ocean, opened her blouse, and unclipped her front-fastening bra to show the world her breasts. She could feel the cold air on her nipples and swirl around beneath her skirt. Behind her, she could hear drinks being poured and one was handed to her.

“Hey Buffy, aren't you going to show us?” Dan yelled out.

They all laughed, thinking she wouldn't. But Buffy was out to prove something. Turning around, martini in one hand, she squeezed her breasts out between the buttons of her blouse. Head back, she walked in and sat down, putting one foot up on the coffee table giving them a peek, and took a sip of her drink.

“I showed you mine, now show me yours.” She smiled, the alcohol going straight to her head on an otherwise empty stomach.

There was silence. Everyone stood still. It was the moment she’d been waited for: she held the power and had pushed the buttons. It had her feel so good and big and tough.

Then Philo stood up in his suit and walked over to her, martini in hand and slowly undid his pants. The rest howled as his zipper lowered right in front of Buffy’s face. She handed him her martini and reached up to put a hand on his crotch and felt his hardness. She reached in, not willing to back down, and found the slit in his underwear. She took his cock out and ran her tongue along its bottom. She could feel her red lipstick ease its way along his shaft before she pulled it into her mouth. Then she took it out again and took a puff on his cigar. Blowing smoke on his cock in a slow steady stream opened up the flood gates in her underwear as she took his cock into her mouth again and slowly began to suck on him.

Buffy felt the cigar being taken away and she looked up to see another cock facing her. Below, a hand had already pushed her skirt up as Dan knelt between her legs. They toasted one another as her underwear was pulled down her willing thighs and past her calves. Buffy looked up at the two cocks and played them against one another; rubbing their head together, she sucked them deeply into her mouth.

She slid her ass to the edge of the seat and let Dan’s rough face graze the sides of her thighs. She soon felt his tongue and fingers invade her wetness. He was gentle yet rough, letting her know who was fucking who. It was delicious: Buffy felt one cock getting ready and then exploding. But that wasn't enough: she kept her lips locked around it for as long as she could, but knew it would be even better if she let some dribble out. So she did; allowing a thin stream to drip onto her breasts.

There was a brief cry from everyone as Buffy took him back into her mouth and tried to bring him back to life. But there were more waiting.

Philo stood up and stripped off his remaining clothes and sat, stroking himself as Buffy stood up and lay on her back on the coffee table. Two more men stepped forward, removing her clothes, all except for her skirt, hiking that over her ass, and knelt there. After a momentary purse, they poured the remains of the whisky over her breast and started to suck on them. Moving one cock to her opening, Buffy felt it push her outer lips apart and move inward, her eyes turning back into her head, it felt that good. As soon as her mouth opened, she felt another cock move past her lips. She took it deep, as one of her hands was moved to stroke yet another cock.

The man in her mouth suddenly pulled out, stroking himself a few times before unleashing a thick stream of semen across her face. The first load hit her on the bridge of the nose and started to run down to her forehead, while the next hit her one the left cheek and spilt out over her close eyelid. The last hit her on the chin, her tongue shooting out to lick up as much of it as she could.

Next, the man she’d been stroking gave a loud moan and shot his load along her forearm, some of it hitting her neck. She hardly had time to register it before her head was grabbed by two strong hands and a new cock started to fuck her face relentlessly.

Philo pulled himself as deeply into Buffy as he could; holding her tightly as he came. Buffy could feel the eruption against her cervix, and was momentarily worried, before her alcohol fogged mind remember that she was back on the pill. He pulled out quickly, only to be replaced instantly by anther man, who shoved his entire length into her in one swift thrust.

But he didn’t last long: already excited by the show, he soon spent his load in her quivering pussy, sent over the edge by what felt like Buffy’s tenth orgasm. She hadn’t stopped shaking before Dan took up position between her legs, eager to get his tern in as soon as he could. Two men who couldn’t wait jerked off over her body, covering her stomach and breasts with streams of cum. Buffy grabbed one with each hand and stroked them to keep them hard and ready.

Dan moved with slow, deliberate strokes, holding her legs over his shoulders so he could get as deeply into her as possible. Their bodies bade a squelching when they met, Buffy’s own secretions mixing with the two loads of semen already filling her. Dan blew his load and pulled out, holding her swollen lips open to allow the mixed cum to drip out of her abused slit.

Someone, Buffy couldn’t see who due to the ball sac that was resting on her nose, wrapped her hair around his dick and jerked himself off into it. Pearly white streams mixed with her golden locks, matting it together in a tangled mess.

Buffy don't know how long it lasted: she lost count of who was where, but she remember cock after cock filling her, cumming in her or over her flat stomach, covering her in white bliss. Eager tongues licked every square inch of her alabaster breasts.

Buffy remembered opening her eyes on several occasions and finding herself on her knees, getting pounded from both ends while stroking two more dicks. Or hanging onto the back of the couch as her dripping sex was ravaged by someone and a yet another load from someone else was shot across her face, adding to the mess. She remember looking back and screaming for him to fuck her harder.

Who? She had no idea, but she remembered the burning pain as someone entered her anus, her pussy already filled by someone sitting on the couch as a third lined up for her gaping mouth...

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Buffy woke late the next morning to find herself laying, dressed, on her own bed with no memory of how she got home. Her cloths clung to her body, stuck in place by streaks of dried cum. Her sex, ass and breasts all ached, but her Slayer healing was already at work. Standing slowly, her head pounding with a massive hangover, she carefully headed for the bathroom, thankful that the others would already have left for school and collage, while she had a day off.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn’t help but feel slightly ashamed: she’d never even considered doing something like she had the night before. True, most of it was still nothing but a blurred memory, but she remembered enough to feel the need to shower for a very long time.

Peeling her half sodden cloths off, she dumped them in the hamper; reminding herself to put them in the laundry before Willow and Tara got home from collage. As open-minded as her friends were, she didn’t want them to know what she’d gotten up to the night before. The fact that they might have seen her arrive home was terrifying, even more so the concept that Dawn might have still been awake.

This was not the image she wanted her young and impressionable sister to get of how adults acted. It was bad enough that she’d accidentally uncovered a pair of dildos and a stash of adult DVD’s in Dawn’s room one day while trying to clean up the mess the young teen always left her room in. She was slightly relieved that most of them appeared to be boy/girl in nature, but she had seen a couple of girl/girl discs that had to have been pinched from Willow and Tara’s extensive collection.

But that was before she noticed that some of the DVD’s had ‘Property of Xander Harris’ labels on the back: either her sister had reverted to her kleptomaniac ways or...

No; she couldn’t think about any other possibilities. Putting those thoughts to the far back of her mind, she wrapped her robe around her body and headed for the bathroom.

The hot water felt good against her abused body, and Buffy was careful to wash away every trace of the night before. Faint bruises showed were her breasts had been tugged on and bitten repeatable, but they were already starting to fade, her skin returning to its normal pale complexion.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy moved her hands lower, thankful that, being the middle of summer, she’d been regularly shaving her pubic hair so she could wear a bikini on the rear occasions she got to the beach or sunbathing in the backyard. Her outer lips were still tender after they’d been pushed apart so many times by so many men. She was sure that most if not all of the men had used both her pussy and her mouth, and the memory made her shiver.

This made her fingers brush against her half-exposed clit, sending another shiver down her spine. She stood in stunned silence for a moment, not even breathing: no, it was best not to go there, not for a long time yet. As it was, she’d have to have a blood test to make sure she hadn’t caught anything the night before, and that thought was enough to clear her mind of anything remotely sexual.

But she still needed to clean herself, inside and out.

Taking a deep breath, Buffy pulled her lips apart with one hand and used the index and middle finger of her other want to was the inside of her slit. While most of the semen that had been shot into her had already leaked out, there was still some in here, and she washed it out as thoroughly as she could.

It was while doing this that one of her fingers rubbed against her g-spot, making her gasp in surprise. Moving both of her fingers into position, she started to rub it with increasing pressure. She carefully pressed her thumb against her clit, putting pressure on both at the same time.

Using her free hand to balance against the wall, Buffy started to rub them together, grinding her hips in time with the movement. It didn’t take long for her to feel an orgasm building deep within her, and she gave in to the feeling, letting it wash over her like a giant wave.

Buffy came with a scream; tilting her head back until the warm water hit her in the face. Her legs gave way, dropping her down to her knees as she felt a soft trickle of her fluids running down her thighs.

She sat huddled in the bottom of the shower, more ashamed than anything, for what felt like anything, before getting shakily to her feet. Turning the water off, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around her body. Drying her hair without being able to look herself in the mirror was time-consuming, but she got it done and dressed in the most conservative outfit she could find in her wardrobe.

Grabbing her clothing from the night before, she took it down to the basement and put it in the washer as fast as she could, terrified that the others might come home at any moment and catch her with the incriminating evidence in her hands.

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Buffy felt a little apprehensive about going back to work the next day, but at least it was back to her regular diner, so she wouldn’t have to face the men from the party. And Joe would be back in his regular office in L.A., so she wouldn’t have to get down on his desk and spread her legs like she did every time he visited.

She was a little surprised to see an envelope attached to the front of her locker, only labeled with her name. Five crisp $100 bills sat looking up at her. Upon reading the note inside, Buffy felt like she wanted the ground beneath her feet to open up and swallow her:

Buffy,

Glad to hear you put on a good show last night. Dan wanted to make sure Philo had a proper sending off, and I just knew you were the girl to do it right. If you ever need some more ‘overtime’, just let me know: I know plenty of men who’d love to get to know a sexy young whore like you better. Here’s your cut of the take.

Joe

Buffy sank to her knees, crying. Joe was right: she was a whore...

To Be Continued...