"Welcome to Mount McKinley National Park!" she said with sparkling blue eyes and a wide, inviting smile. "I'm ranger Kelly Kovac, and I'll be taking you on a tour of the mountain today."
With the exception of the park's name change, nothing about her introduction or planning had changed. She still checked their supplies for food and water. She still greeted her guests warmly. She even still got to wear the same uniform - a necessity, the new NPS determined, after factoring in the bitter cold. The outdoor temp out here ran at an average of 28 degrees this time of year. Today was even colder. But one big change to her routine since the new administration changed her duties remained difficult to accept despite the past two months of exposure.
That change smacked her in the face. Literally. Only two sentences in, and a wad of splooge splattered against her full rosy right cheek.
A twitch in her eyebrow was the only sign of her disgust. She maintained the rest. Staring forward like a robot, she let it slowly ooze down her skin.
"We'll start our journey here. Over the next two hours, you'll get to see the wide diversity of flora and fauna native to this land. From red squirrels and spruce grouse in the taiga ecosystem to the Ruth Glacier, I'll give you a taste of every part of this true ecological treasure."
"Taste this."
She knew it was coming well before the taunt, based on the man's heavy breathing. His load hit her right in the mouth. She didn't flinch. Her training had prepared her to take it head-on, offering up her usual cheery disposition while the jizz trickled past her lips and on her tongue. A vein on her forehead throbbed, hidden under her wide-brimmed ranger hat. Having that wad over her mouth put a pause on her speech. Couldn't get the words out with it in her way. Long enough for the man to get up, walk up to her, and wipe his dick with her blonde pigtail braids.
When she first chose the style, it served a practical effect. It kept her hair manageable and out of the way. It had since lost all meaning for her as anything other than a degrading cum rag.
"Thank you, sir," she said politely. "It's important to keep our few remaining national parks in pristine condition. We don't want to sully the beauty of nature when there's a perfectly good garbage can right in front of you."
He stepped away, rejoining the thirty odd men registered for this session. They had formed a circle, to allow as many of them as possible to get up close. Each rotated out upon blowing their loads to allow a new man forward for their chance. But of course, not all men... were willing to get right up to her pretty face to do the deed. They stayed in back and used other means before contributing.
One such man came at her from behind. She didn't turn, or move, when he took off an earring and replaced it with a full condom. The pink latex dangled to her shoulder, its warmth occasionally rubbing against her bare neck. Through it all, she simply stared ahead. Permitted the man to keep his anonymity. Some wanted her to notice and remember them, but she had to give plausible deniability to those who wanted it. Easier to tell their wives they only went for the actual tour if she couldn't pick them out of a lineup.
"As you take in your surroundings, remember to stay hydrated and give me feedback. We at Mount McKinley National Park want you to make the most of your experience with us. We pride ourselves on 100% satisfaction for our visitors, and I'm happy to accommodate you in every way I can."
Suddenly, a deluge of spunk assaulted her. It felt like a point blank firing squad. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to shut her eyes - one of the core tenets of her training. Always look ahead. Always smile. Never resist or show a single negative response. Visitors expected a willing and eager slut of a park ranger and she had to deliver. Or else. Once the frenzy died down, and enough of their semen dripped away from her eyes, she could move to the final phase for this portion of the tour.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
A man in back raised his hand. It was a novelty, to see any men show this kind of respect to a woman in this new era, which she briefly appreciated before his question ruined it.
"How many men did you fuck to get this job?"
In her early days with her new duties, she made the mistake of sighing. Docking her already meager pay taught her well. She answered matter of factly. "The U.S. National Park Service keeps a running count of these figures on its official webpage. You will not be surprised to learn that as a DEI hire, I fucked 69 men to date to get where I am today."
"Nice."
In between this exchange, one of the guests went up to Kelly's side and added his own full blue condom to her other ear, completing the set.
Another question arose, with more salt for her professional wounds.
"The administration says women shouldn't have jobs, but they're letting you work here. Why is that?"
With her cheerful, peppy demeanor, she answered, "Unfortunately, I already fucked too many men to get this job before the new laws went into effect. I'm not allowed to marry, if I could even find a man willing to marry me, and prostitution is illegal in all 54 states. I'm one of the few DEI hires they gave permission to stay employed with the government - after adjusting my duties to match my real talents, of course."
"Of course," he murmured back.
"SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!" someone shouted over the crowd.
On this occasion, the corner of her lip creased further. A hidden real joy crept into her any time she got to set some boundaries under cover of law. Even if temporary. "I'm sorry, sir, but park rules clearly state that I must remain fully clothed outdoors any time it's too cold. We wouldn't want my nipples to get frostbite!"
"Fine then, give me your hat. I've got plans for it."
Kelly obliged. Sliding it off her head, slipping its strap past her jizz earrings and spunked up pigtails, she tossed it above several visitors and watched a hand reach up and catch it. She knew what to expect by the end of this tour. Many men did it as a power flex if she denied them in any way. None of it mattered in the end, because these tours always ended in her needing to take a long shower and get her uniform thoroughly cleaned. She wished she could say water, soap and detergent left her clothes and her body spic and span, but in truth, the stench lingered on both. Scrubbing only gave an outwardly fresh impression that failed to carry over for any other senses. As such, her nose had grown accustomed to her always smelling like a horny teen's tube sock. Thankfully, park rules forbade her taking on that role literally.
She was a tube sock for horny adults. Big difference.
Breathing deep the mountain air, despite it being tainted by her sex funk, she returned to her task at hand.
"Any other questions? Any at all? We have a long ways to go and we have to be back in time for the next group."
"Yeah, I got a VIP ticket. What happens to my dick sucking if we run out of time?"
If that VIP looked closely, he might have spotted a bit of color drain from her. The park had developed many special packages - to justify operating costs, they said, as a compromise with the administration not demolishing the park and turning it into another crypto mining scam site. Horrific as the job was, and despite how badly she needed the money, these packages formed the bedrock of her willingness to put up with these indignities. Every time she threw away her pride and self-respect, it meant another day for this land she loved going untouched by greedy corporate interests. That's why she took anything involving the VIP packages very seriously.
"I promise that no matter what happens today, I WILL suck your dick. You paid for it, and you'll get it. I'll even stop by your room tonight to give you my full, undivided attention. If I'm not giving you the best dick sucking of your life then I'm not doing my job right."
So many questions, limited time. Kelly had to move on, but then someone asked a question she just had to take.
"You called this Mount McKinley, but I thought it was Denali?"
Kelly's eyes shone with sincere delight. Finally, a guest in this group wanted to know something about the park! Her heart swelled at this chance to put her passion to use.
"Yes, I understand the confusion! This area started out as Mount McKinley National Park. But the natives already had a name for the mountain, Denali. These two names kicked off a century long naming dispute that-"
"BORING!" a guest shouted. "At least show us your boobs if you're gonna make us listen to this crap."
Everyone else in the current front row punctuated this attitude with another onslaught of jizz. Before, it was a simple sheen easily mistaken for oil or grease once it thinned out. This latest batch absolutely buried her face. It dripped off her chin, smattered her nose, hid her thick eyebrows. It left her looking like one big cum blob with only her unwavering smile and gentle gaze as signs of the woman underneath.
Between the two, she heard the message loud and clear: 'you're a cum dumpster, act like it.'
Composing herself, she addressed the guest. "You're right, sir. Very sorry for wasting your time. I forgot for a moment that we're in a time crunch. We have some sights to see and I have some dicks to suck before we're done her. If you'll follow me, please."
She stood, guiding them onward down the nearest trail. All said and done, this was only the start of yet another humiliating tour with many, many more to come.
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"Welcome to Mount McKinley National Park!" she said with sparkling blue eyes and a wide, inviting smile. "I'm ranger Kelly Kovac, and I'll be taking you on a tour of the mountain today."
With the exception of the park's name change, nothing about her introduction or planning had changed. She still checked their supplies for food and water. She still greeted her guests warmly. She even still got to wear the same uniform - a necessity, the new NPS determined, after factoring in the bitter cold. The outdoor temp out here ran at an average of 28 degrees this time of year. Today was even colder. But one big change to her routine since the new administration changed her duties remained difficult to accept despite the past two months of exposure.
That change smacked her in the face. Literally. Only two sentences in, and a wad of splooge splattered against her full rosy right cheek.
A twitch in her eyebrow was the only sign of her disgust. She maintained the rest. Staring forward like a robot, she let it slowly ooze down her skin.
"We'll start our journey here. Over the next two hours, you'll get to see the wide diversity of flora and fauna native to this land. From red squirrels and spruce grouse in the taiga ecosystem to the Ruth Glacier, I'll give you a taste of every part of this true ecological treasure."
"Taste this."
She knew it was coming well before the taunt, based on the man's heavy breathing. His load hit her right in the mouth. She didn't flinch. Her training had prepared her to take it head-on, offering up her usual cheery disposition while the jizz trickled past her lips and on her tongue. A vein on her forehead throbbed, hidden under her wide-brimmed ranger hat. Having that wad over her mouth put a pause on her speech. Couldn't get the words out with it in her way. Long enough for the man to get up, walk up to her, and wipe his dick with her blonde pigtail braids.
When she first chose the style, it served a practical effect. It kept her hair manageable and out of the way. It had since lost all meaning for her as anything other than a degrading cum rag.
"Thank you, sir," she said politely. "It's important to keep our few remaining national parks in pristine condition. We don't want to sully the beauty of nature when there's a perfectly good garbage can right in front of you."
He stepped away, rejoining the thirty odd men registered for this session. They had formed a circle, to allow as many of them as possible to get up close. Each rotated out upon blowing their loads to allow a new man forward for their chance. But of course, not all men... were willing to get right up to her pretty face to do the deed. They stayed in back and used other means before contributing.
One such man came at her from behind. She didn't turn, or move, when he took off an earring and replaced it with a full condom. The pink latex dangled to her shoulder, its warmth occasionally rubbing against her bare neck. Through it all, she simply stared ahead. Permitted the man to keep his anonymity. Some wanted her to notice and remember them, but she had to give plausible deniability to those who wanted it. Easier to tell their wives they only went for the actual tour if she couldn't pick them out of a lineup.
"As you take in your surroundings, remember to stay hydrated and give me feedback. We at Mount McKinley National Park want you to make the most of your experience with us. We pride ourselves on 100% satisfaction for our visitors, and I'm happy to accommodate you in every way I can."
Suddenly, a deluge of spunk assaulted her. It felt like a point blank firing squad. It took every ounce of self-control she had not to shut her eyes - one of the core tenets of her training. Always look ahead. Always smile. Never resist or show a single negative response. Visitors expected a willing and eager slut of a park ranger and she had to deliver. Or else. Once the frenzy died down, and enough of their semen dripped away from her eyes, she could move to the final phase for this portion of the tour.
"Does anyone have any questions?"
A man in back raised his hand. It was a novelty, to see any men show this kind of respect to a woman in this new era, which she briefly appreciated before his question ruined it.
"How many men did you fuck to get this job?"
In her early days with her new duties, she made the mistake of sighing. Docking her already meager pay taught her well. She answered matter of factly. "The U.S. National Park Service keeps a running count of these figures on its official webpage. You will not be surprised to learn that as a DEI hire, I fucked 69 men to date to get where I am today."
"Nice."
In between this exchange, one of the guests went up to Kelly's side and added his own full blue condom to her other ear, completing the set.
Another question arose, with more salt for her professional wounds.
"The administration says women shouldn't have jobs, but they're letting you work here. Why is that?"
With her cheerful, peppy demeanor, she answered, "Unfortunately, I already fucked too many men to get this job before the new laws went into effect. I'm not allowed to marry, if I could even find a man willing to marry me, and prostitution is illegal in all 54 states. I'm one of the few DEI hires they gave permission to stay employed with the government - after adjusting my duties to match my real talents, of course."
"Of course," he murmured back.
"SHOW US YOUR BOOBS!" someone shouted over the crowd.
On this occasion, the corner of her lip creased further. A hidden real joy crept into her any time she got to set some boundaries under cover of law. Even if temporary. "I'm sorry, sir, but park rules clearly state that I must remain fully clothed outdoors any time it's too cold. We wouldn't want my nipples to get frostbite!"
"Fine then, give me your hat. I've got plans for it."
Kelly obliged. Sliding it off her head, slipping its strap past her jizz earrings and spunked up pigtails, she tossed it above several visitors and watched a hand reach up and catch it. She knew what to expect by the end of this tour. Many men did it as a power flex if she denied them in any way. None of it mattered in the end, because these tours always ended in her needing to take a long shower and get her uniform thoroughly cleaned. She wished she could say water, soap and detergent left her clothes and her body spic and span, but in truth, the stench lingered on both. Scrubbing only gave an outwardly fresh impression that failed to carry over for any other senses. As such, her nose had grown accustomed to her always smelling like a horny teen's tube sock. Thankfully, park rules forbade her taking on that role literally.
She was a tube sock for horny adults. Big difference.
Breathing deep the mountain air, despite it being tainted by her sex funk, she returned to her task at hand.
"Any other questions? Any at all? We have a long ways to go and we have to be back in time for the next group."
"Yeah, I got a VIP ticket. What happens to my dick sucking if we run out of time?"
If that VIP looked closely, he might have spotted a bit of color drain from her. The park had developed many special packages - to justify operating costs, they said, as a compromise with the administration not demolishing the park and turning it into another crypto mining scam site. Horrific as the job was, and despite how badly she needed the money, these packages formed the bedrock of her willingness to put up with these indignities. Every time she threw away her pride and self-respect, it meant another day for this land she loved going untouched by greedy corporate interests. That's why she took anything involving the VIP packages very seriously.
"I promise that no matter what happens today, I WILL suck your dick. You paid for it, and you'll get it. I'll even stop by your room tonight to give you my full, undivided attention. If I'm not giving you the best dick sucking of your life then I'm not doing my job right."
So many questions, limited time. Kelly had to move on, but then someone asked a question she just had to take.
"You called this Mount McKinley, but I thought it was Denali?"
Kelly's eyes shone with sincere delight. Finally, a guest in this group wanted to know something about the park! Her heart swelled at this chance to put her passion to use.
"Yes, I understand the confusion! This area started out as Mount McKinley National Park. But the natives already had a name for the mountain, Denali. These two names kicked off a century long naming dispute that-"
"BORING!" a guest shouted. "At least show us your boobs if you're gonna make us listen to this crap."
Everyone else in the current front row punctuated this attitude with another onslaught of jizz. Before, it was a simple sheen easily mistaken for oil or grease once it thinned out. This latest batch absolutely buried her face. It dripped off her chin, smattered her nose, hid her thick eyebrows. It left her looking like one big cum blob with only her unwavering smile and gentle gaze as signs of the woman underneath.
Between the two, she heard the message loud and clear: 'you're a cum dumpster, act like it.'
Composing herself, she addressed the guest. "You're right, sir. Very sorry for wasting your time. I forgot for a moment that we're in a time crunch. We have some sights to see and I have some dicks to suck before we're done her. If you'll follow me, please."
She stood, guiding them onward down the nearest trail. All said and done, this was only the start of yet another humiliating tour with many, many more to come.