Cattlemen’s Cream

At the age of 23, Laura secured a job in the
Australian outback as a cook’s assistant. She quickly
learned how to assist these lonely cattlemen with
more than just cooking. “Man can not live on bread
alone.”

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
record. 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 good so I got
myself ready for the journey.

Four days in the bus from hell and I stepped off it
and walked 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 painted on the door 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 its 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 soaked with sweat and sticking to my boobs
outlining every 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 nervous 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. An aching 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 4.30am it was warm and very little other
clothing would be required. The cook, Bruno, couldn’t
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 the 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. It’s not right that only I get to
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 had 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 sake, 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.

Then Reg spoke “Laura, we all agreed that we won’t
fight over you so we made a deal that we’ll share you
evenly like we share everything else here.”

Oops, did I heard right. Thinking at a million miles
a minute I concluded that to fight against them out
here all by myself could be fatal. Instead I smiled
and said, “What do you have in mind Reg?”

“Well Laura m’dear, since we have not had any bush
girls through here for some months now, we’re 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’ll be first if that’s okay with you.”

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 with 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’re a tight little fuck Laura, so much better
than the bush girls that we’re 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 less than a minute I
felt the familiar spurt of hot cum. The instant he’d
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 tits while Andy dumps his load?” asked 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!” signaled Andy as his cream spurting into
me. After he’d emptied himself in me he pulled his
still hard shaft from me and swapped with Ocker.

Poor Ocker had been waiting too long and came as soon
the head of his cock entered between my pussy lips.
He thrust his spewing rod into me and sighed as he
dumped his load into me.

Afterward they all muttered, “Thanks Laura,” and
Ocker said, “Bet you enjoyed that huh?”

What could I say? I stood there for a while as their
cum dribbled from me and realized that they must have
been storing it up for quite a while. Lucky me!

Later as we 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’d
enjoyed a fuck. I suddenly wondered what happens if
the cook’s 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 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’d drop a load in your
hand.”

Reg joined in with, “Surely you blokes haven’t
forgotten those young bush girls we used to find from
time to time. It took two of us to hold her up while
one of us tried to fuck her. Their wriggling and
squirming sure used to get me off really good.” It
dawned on me that the strange way they used me was a
throwback to their raping days.

I slept soundly that night and woke from a dream just
as my boyfriend’s hand began stroking my cunt. But it
was not a dream! There stood Bruno and he whispered,
“Laura, sorry to wake you five minutes early but it
gives me time to catch up on my share that I missed
last night. Please turn over and get up on your
knees.”

I looked up and in the dark I could just make out
Bruno stroking his large cock. I sighed and got in
position for him. He got on his knees behind me and
nestled the head of his rock hard tool between my
legs. He gently wrapped one large arm across the
front of my hips and the other started massaging my
tits. He groaned as he entered me, “We thought you
would be pretty good but that’s not the word for it,
you’re heaven girl.”

He worked that muscle in and out for only a few
minutes, which was long enough for me to orgasm
silently and as I did I pushed my ass back into his
groin and wriggled. This triggered Bruno and he held
me very tightly as he emptied his life savings, or so
it seemed, into me. Well, the cook was handy for more
than just the meals he produced, and I wondered if
this would become my early wake-up call from now on.

Working alongside Bruno all day drew us closer
together. When the lunch duties were concluded and
the men had returned to the cattle herds, I decided
to get to know Bruno a little better.

I was standing behind him as he was drying a saucepan
so I reached around him and put my hand down the
front of his baggy shorts. I grabbed a handful of
soft flesh and giggled as I asked him where his alarm
clock was. “Laura, I’ll give you ten minutes to stop
what you are doing.” His cock began to harden as he
spoke.

Then with a wink he said, “Would you give me a hand
to carry the leftover food to the cool room?” I
readily agreed and grabbed a few trays of food and
followed him. He closed the door firmly as we entered
the cooler and he watched me as I stacked the food
away. I turned around and saw that he had dropped his
shorts and was quietly flexing his rapidly hardening
tool. I stood four feet from him and calmly removed
my top and shorts and gave him a smile.

He followed his now rock hard cock toward me and put
his arms around me. His cock was pressed up against
my stomach and I mouthed one of his nipples. His
large hands reached for my buttocks, which he gently
squeezed, pressing me tighter to him. I wrapped both
my hands around his cock and marveled at the size of
it.

He lowered me to the floor and lay on his back. He
slid me up his body until my nipples were at his
mouth. He hardened each one in turn with his tongue
while a large finger entered my cunt from behind.
“Laura” he said, “The men will go hungry tonight if I
start fucking this delightful morsel.”

“Let the bastards starve then,” I said as I
positioned myself on the head of his cock.

Bruno fucked me every which way for the next hour or
so and I even had my first taste of cattlemen’s cream
as I tried to stuff his weapon into my mouth.

I decided that if I were to be the sex toy for the
boys then I would lead the way. I had to admit it to
myself that becoming a slut to these men could be
habit forming.

We managed to get supper organized for the workers
and demolished a few beers before heading for the
showers. This time I was first in and quickly washed
myself. As the men entered I stood facing them, front
on, hands on hips and legs spread slightly. They
actually seemed embarrassed by my sluttish behavior.

Reg burst out laughing, “Looks like Bruno has waved
his magic wound again guys, it never fails.”

***

The remainder of my six-week contract drifted by
wonderfully, some days the guys just never even saw
any cattle.

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