The new rules for the breakroom were hard to adjust to for some and a joy for others. For most of the women, it was a pain in the ass, repeated pains actually.

Michaela reported to the breakroom every two hours, just like the memo said she had to, wearing the supplied thigh-high socks. Once there, any man present could choose to fuck her in whichever way worked best for him.

It was almost always in the ass and no matter how many times, it hurt like hell.

“Do they only hire guys with huge dicks who love anal around here,” she often thought while taking a thick cock up her overstretched asshole.