Story: Poster Girls, Part 4

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Charlotte sucked her first two cocks on the same day – a Friday, in the office.

The first was when HR asked her to discipline a male employee, Garrett Hickam. Garrett had put up what HR called a “highly offensive poster” in his cubicle. It showed a buxom woman kneeling in a kitchen. She was naked except for white stockings, white panties, and a bridal veil, with her large tits clearly visible.

The text read, “Why do you dress a new bride in white? So she’ll match the fridge and oven.”

Charlotte obviously had no intention of actually discipling Garett. Once he was in her office, she exposed her tits and spread her legs to show her cunt, which was only polite, and then told him how hilarious she found the poster.

It wasn’t what HR wanted her to do, but she couldn’t contemplate actually telling a man off – particularly when his only crime was being funny and making the office more attractive. She would deal with the consequences later.

She was halfway through explaining how much she enjoyed sexist jokes, when Garrett, who had been staring at her cunt, wordlessly unzipped his pants and pulled out his erect cock.

Charlotte fell silent immediately, staring at the long, hard dick. She had been fantasising about cocks since she had first seen the wonderful poster that now hung in her bedroom. Now here was a real cock right here, in front of her.

“The thing is, bitch,” said Garett. “I don’t really care about your opinion. So maybe you should just shut up and suck.”

Charlotte needed no further encouragement. She slid off her chair, crawled across the floor until she was between Garrett’s legs, and then she took his cock into her mouth.

It tasted amazing – better than the sperm that Gina had brought home. She moaned in delight, and began to bob up and down on his dick, eager to please him, eager to make his cock produce delicious sperm.

“That’s it, cunt,” said Garett. “Tastes better than your lezbo girlfriend’s twat, doesn’t it?”

Charlotte realised that Garett had seen her slutty balcony antics on the internet – had likely masturbated and orgasmed to the sight of Charlotte and Gina lezzing off. She knew that no one who had seen that footage could possibly have respect for her – as if that wasn’t obvious from the way he was using her as his personal cocksleeve.

She sucked eagerly – and soon Garett was ready to cum.

She had wanted him to cum into her mouth, so she could swallow it – but instead he pulled out, and pumped his cock with his fist, and semen spurted all over her face, hair, and cleavage.

He laughed as she flinched.

“You look pretty like that, bitch,” he said. He stood, and wiped his dick clean on her face.

When he was gone, Charlotte stayed kneeling for a minute. After spending all her life as a lesbian, she had finally made a man cum. The proof of his pleasure was dripping down her face.

She took out her phone, and took a photo of herself covered in cum. Then, slowly, she wiped the sperm off her, disposing of it equally in her mouth and pussy. The last shiny streaks that she couldn’t wipe off she instead massaged into her skin.

She had an idea, so she went to her computer and uploaded the photo she had just taken, and added some words on it in pink font. The words showed today’s date, and then “THE DAY I STOPPED BEING WORTHLESS”.

She also had a photo of the wonderful poster on her phone, and she put that on the computer too.

Then she printed six copies of the cum-face image, and one of the motivational poster, to the office printer.

Kirk McLeod was standing at the printer when she reached it. He had seen what she had printed. Charlotte tried to ignore him. She took the printing of the poster, and two copies of the cum-face, and returned to her office, deliberately leaving the remaining cum-face images on the printer.

For men to enjoy. It was funny, to leave images of herself with cum on her face out in public. It was satirical.

She put up one of the cum-face images and the motivational poster in her office. The text on the motivational poster didn’t shimmer in the special way that the one at home did, but it was still pretty to look at. She stared at it for a while.

DRINK LIKE A SLUT.
STRIP LIKE A SLUT.
SWALLOW CUM LIKE A SLUT.
BE HELPLESS LIKE A SLUT.
PLEASE MEN LIKE A SLUT.
BE STUPID LIKE A SLUT.
BREED LIKE A SLUT.
IT’S NOT YOUR CHOICE.

It was so true. She had learned so much from the poster.

Then, later that day came the inevitable consequences. She was summoned to the office of her supervisor.

Her supervisor began to complain about her recent behaviour, and suggest that she might be fired – but he stopped when she exposed her tits and cunt and apologised for being a dumb cunt, and invited him to call her a bitch instead of using her name.

By the end of the conversation, they had negotiated a better deal for her. She would be reclassified from an executive to a “morale enhancer”. It would come with a lower pay, but she would be free to supplement her income with tips from the office’s male employees. She would be required to dress attractively, and serve drinks and snacks, and she would no longer have complex duties.

And she would suck her supervisor’s cock – right now, and then every morning for the rest of her employment.

Charlotte agreed, relieved to not be fired, and sunk to her knees to take her second cock of the day – and of her life.

And to her great delight, her supervisor did cum in her mouth, and Charlotte swallowed it with enthusiasm.

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Gina was so envious when Charlotte told her about the blowjobs. She begged Charlotte to slap her across the face for not having directly pleased a man yet, and Charlotte complied – nude, on the balcony, of course, so everyone could enjoy it.

That night, after fucking nude on the balcony while drunk, they both set their phone lock screens to nude photos of themselves spreading their cunts, which they thought was hilarious.

It was probably Gina’s envy over Charlotte’s blowjob that made her suggest their activity on Friday. Her idea was that they leave the apartment completely nude and run downstairs to Gina’s car. Then they would go driving around, completely naked, not having any clothes to put on even if they wanted to cover themselves.

Charlotte thought that idea was hilarious. It was very hot to be in a car completely nude. She loved the way that men would openly stare at them when they stopped at lights. She loved how they were completely helpless in their nudity (like sluts). After a while she started to masturbate as Gina drove.

Gina had more in mind, though. She deliberately drove them until their fuel tank ran empty, and they came to a shuddering stop by the side of a highway on the town outskirts. Charlotte was initially alarmed but when she realised how helpless she was she felt better.

They tried to call for roadside assistance but their phones turned out to have no reception, and so they ended up having to get out of the car and stand by the side of the road, completely exposed, to flag down help. Initially Charlotte tried to cover her tits and pussy with her hands, but Gina told her that wasn’t helping, and suggested that instead Charlotte jump up and down to make her tits bounce attractively.

There weren’t that many cars on the highway, and several cars driven by women made no effort to pull over, but eventually a pick-up truck driven by an attractive man in his early 30s stopped and asked them what the issue was.

Charlotte had to explain how they’d gone driving nude because they were sluts, and then Gina explained about the petrol, and in a minor miracle the man turned out to be actually carrying a small jerry-can of gasoline in his vehicle.

There was the matter of payment, though, but the way Gina stared at the man’s groin as she raised the issue made it clear what kind of payment she had in mind.

Soon they were standing on the far side of the car, slightly blocked from view of the highway, and Gina was kneeling and eagerly taking the man’s erect cock into her mouth. Charlotte stood next to him and kissed him on the mouth as he face-fucked her girlfriend, and let him squeeze her large breasts with his hands and pull on her nipples.

When he ejaculated into Gina’s mouth, Charlotte knelt to kiss Gina, so they could share his sperm in their mouths, but she let Gina swallow it in the end. She had earned it, after all.

And then they drove home, nude and happy.

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They went out again that night, to a nightclub. They wore tiny dresses and high heels, with no underwear.

“God, I wish my tits were bigger,” said Gina as she looked at herself in a mirror. “Don’t you think men would like me more with bigger tits?”

“Absolutely,” said Charlotte. “And you’d look more like the girls in the poster.”

“You should get bigger tits too,” said Gina. “You were born to be a fucking bimbo.”

Charlotte giggled in delight.

When they got to the club they found a booth, and spent a little time kissing each other.

“Men are looking at us,” said Charlotte, delighted.

“They think we’re lesbians,” giggled Gina.

Charlotte looked at her strangely. “Gina, we are lesbians,” she said.

“Sure,” said Gina. “Of course. God, isn’t it funny that we think that?”

It was a little funny, that they thought they were lesbians. They ate sperm every night and performed for men on the internet. They had probably given men more erections in the last couple of months than most heterosexual girls did in their entire lives.

What even was a lesbian? A girl who fucked other girls for the entertainment of men, surely? It was just that some lesbians were bad at it and forgot to let men watch…

They started to play a game. They would get a round of drinks, and then they would pull down their dresses to expose their tits. Then they wouldn’t cover themselves until they had drained their drink to the bottom.

But after three drinks they just stopped covering themselves entirely. No one seemed to mind that their tits were out. In fact, several men had seated themselves at Charlotte and Gina’s booth. One even asked if they were lesbians, and before she had thought it through, Charlotte had started to shake her head in the negative.

Another man reached out without asking and started to grope Gina’s tits. Gina just giggled and let it happen.

Charlotte felt a hand on her inner thigh, and realised it was the man sitting next to her. She instinctively spread her legs a little, and a moment later she felt his fingers on her cunt, tracing her pussy lips, pushing between them, and running over her clitoris. She moaned.

His other hand was in her hair, and he used it to push her face towards Gina.

“Kiss your slut girlfriend,” he said.

The man next to Gina grabbed her hair and pushed her, too, and Charlotte felt her lips meeting Gina’s. She moaned eagerly and pushed her tongue into Gina’s mouth. The man’s finger was still rubbing her cunt.

Being forced to kiss Gina by a man was somehow a hundred times hotter than *choosing * to do it. She tongue-kissed Gina as the man worked his fingers up into her fuckhole.

And then she was being pulled away from Gina to kiss the man, and that felt good too.

Gina was putting their wallets, car keys and phones on the table.

“You should take these,” she was saying. “Don’t give them back to us unless we deserve them.”

Charlotte felt her cunt pulse with lust at the knowledge of their helplessness.

The men fed the girls more drinks, until Charlotte was barely conscious of what was happening. She felt herself getting up from the booth, and her dress slipping away. Then she was dancing, nude, on the dancefloor, with Gina and the men. Her body pressed up against Gina’s, tit to tit, and there were hands on her breasts, and on her pussy, and pulling her hair, and she was kissing a man, and another man.

And then she was in the toilets – the men’s toilets? – kneeling, and a man was forcing his dick into her mouth. Charlotte sucked submissively, and was soon rewarded by a mouthful of cum, and then it was another man, and another.

She didn’t know how she got home – she just woke up nude in morning, next to Gina. She guessed the men had called them a taxi, or driven them home. They had even returned their wallets and phones.

Charlotte could still taste cum in her mouth, and despite a hangover from the alcohol, she smiled at knowing how they must have pleased those men.

But she felt an intense sense of regret and failure.

Because although a number of anonymous men had treated her like an object and ejaculated into her mouth, none of them had fucked her cunt.

And that left Charlotte with a sense of guilt and failure

She was supposed to swallow cum, yes…

.. but she was also supposed to breed like a slut.

And she needed to make that happen.

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