Construction Workers

Please note that this text is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual places, people, or events is purely coincidental. The text contains explicit sexual content, adult language, and situations that some reader may find objectionable which may include: multiple partner sexual practices, strong BDSM themes, forced sex, pet play, humiliation, erotic elements and fetish play. All characters, places and events in this post are the product of the authors imagination or used fictitiously. All characters depicted are eighteen years of age or older. They aren't real, so one could argue consent is an impossible concept since consent requires intelligence and these are just figments of someone's imagination. Please keep this in mind as you proceed.

Construction Workers

She sat in the office and somehow tried to finish the stupid and boring calculation for the executive meeting. Another of those days where things don't go that way. And then changes about changes, she'd never make it today. If the managing directors could finally agree. She would much rather go into town, a new boutique had opened. She had wanted a day  of vacation today, but it was cancelled at short notice. Her girlfriend had just sent her pictures. There were really some pretty clothes at very reasonable opening prices. She was angry. She was really looking forward to the day. She leaned back and tucked her right leg, taking the foot under her left knee. When a breath of wind blew into the window and the curtain moved, she looked up instinctively. From the outside came the scent of flowers and fresh green on the trees. It was the most beautiful time of the year. It was the first day of summer this year, and she had to sit in this office. She looked out through the curtain, saw the green tops of the trees. She watched construction workers, they worked on the opposite building and clad the facade with heat-insulating panels. A scaffold stood in front of the building. She had opened the window, but pulled the curtain back so that the workers could not see her from the outside. But the noises and voices kept distracting her. She really tried to concentrate on the work.

The phone rang again. Damn, that didn't mean anything good at that time. And right, one of the managers wanted a new change in the calculation. A new distribution of the amounts, and of course all that immediately. What was she doing here? So the work of the last hour was wasted. And outside, the sun still seemed to be there. She went to the window and looked out. She tried to calm down, was not allowed to panic now. She urgently needed a short break, so she got a cup of coffee from the tea kitchen and sat down on the windowsill. She watched the construction workers as she drank her coffee. She enjoyed the scent of fresh coffee and took a deep breath. 

She had bent her left leg and placed it on the windowsill, not noticing that the short dark skirt had slipped up. She hadn't even noticed that the bright yellow fabric was sticking out her lace thong. The curves of her thighs were good to see. She enjoyed the sun's rays, the first day of summer this year, and leaned back with her eyes closed. She felt the sunbeams, and something else. As she opened her eyes curiously, she noticed two of the construction workers on the scaffold opposite. They looked over at her, one waved at her. She smiled embarrassed, one of the two grabbed between his legs as he winked at her. Oh God, what was she doing here? She blushed as she stroked a strand of hair behind her ear shyly and stood up. Fast she walking back from the window. Only now did she straighten up her skirt and sit back at her desk. She had to get the work done somehow. Even if she didn't know how it would work today.

She had already woken up in the morning very restlessly, had slept badly, dreamed a lot. So it was very difficult for her to concentrate. She leaned back in the chair and found herself thinking off again, watching the two construction workers on the scaffold opposite. The gesture had been clear, how would it be to fuck with these two? If she forgot who she was and went over to them? She took the pen and chewed nervously on the end, feeling that her heartbeat was accelerating. The sun was shining, so both had taken off their jackets and opened their shirts. She could see the skin at the chest when they turned to her at work, small beads of sweat shining on the skin. And she could clearly see the arm muscles when they lifted one of the plates again and screwed it to the wall. The movements of the two were coordinated and so harmonious. It almost looked as if they were dancing. She felt a treacherous tingling in her belly and closed her eyes.

Again she took the right leg up, tucked it under her knee and spread her thighs more. One hand was unconsciously between her thighs and she stroked her clitoris as she watched them. She saw the shirts stretching over the muscular bodies as they worked. She was so excited, so hot. Would they think of her? How about they touch those hands? So strong and yet harmonious, touching her body as a team. She was shocked by her thoughts, but felt her heart jump treacherously. What was she doing here? She really watched two strangers and masturbated, her finger just dipped between the folds of her pussy, and she felt how wet she already was. She really thought about what it would be if both used her together, shared her. Her fingers became quieter, she didn't even notice that she was moaning quietly as new images kept appearing in her minds. She dreamed that two strong hands were holding her from behind and cupping her tits, massaging them hard while two other hands were pushing her thighs apart demandingly. She felt it, really got goosebumps on the inside of her thighs as her nipples pressed against the bra from the inside. Even though this only happened in her head, her body really reacted. She fucked her finger faster, moaned softly. She drew breath shalled and ragged.


The phone rang again. Bad timing, she cursed her bosses. She took the phone, heard the secretary at the reception: "Wait, Angelika, I'll connect you." So not her bosses, they had the extension. Who of all people wanted something from her now? But instead of finding out who was at the other end, someone just breathed heavily on the phone. "Excuse me, what can I do for you?" She waited for an answer and heard an unknown deep voice. It sounded pleasant: "I think you can do a lot for us slut". She swallowed nervously, was angry: "Really, I don't feel like playing stupid games". He laughed on the phone: "Sweetie, as we called your company and said that a young blonde woman had lost her car keys outside the door, the friendly lady not only connected me with you, she also gave me your mobile phone number." He laughed again. "Look at that, sweetie." She shook her head, took the handbag from the desk and looked for the cell phone. In fact, the red LED flashed and she unlocked the screen. The world seemed to freeze, she had received a message with a picture. She couldn't believe it, SHE was in the picture, sitting in the office with her leg spread and her skirt up. You could clearly see how she fingered herself, her lace thong was pushed aside, her lips swollen and wet. She heard his laughter on the phone again before he said: "Isn't the little whore really hot? She needs a big cock in her cunt, or what do you think?" 

Oh God, this couldn't be. She looked up, felt a cool breeze from the window. She had forgotten to bring the curtains back, the two construction workers opposite leaned against the railing, one had a mobile phone on his ear, smiled while the other waved to her. He had one hand in the crotch and massaged his cock while she stared at him. Her head turned bright red. They had been watching her the whole time, even taking pictures. My God, they sent even more pictures, they were of good quality than if the men were standing in front of her  window and not at the house on the opposite side of the street. And she herself felt her heart suddenly beat faster, she became even wetter.

"Spread your legs more slut and then show us your blossom flower. You are a whore, show both of us how much you want us. They are certainly very wet. You are already ready to take our cocks in you" She did not look up to the men, but turned the chair a little to the left, spread her legs and tucked them over the armrests. It all happened instinctively, but her hands went down again, plucking the lips and playing with them.  Then she pulling them outside, showing the pink and wet entrance to her pussy. Her lips spreaded like the wings of a butterfly. Oh God, what was she doing? She heard the man laughing on the phone again: "I knew it, already last week when you were walking down the street and pretending that we weren't even there. And then you stood behind the curtain and watched us." She closed her eyes, tried to breathe more calmly. 

Then he asked her quietly: "Fuck you with your finger, show us how in heat you are, I hope you'll be so wet and can squirt when you come." It sounded so impassive, as if he would explain the way to her for the next dinner. "Get on with it, whore, our break isn't forever." And she fucked herself, pushed her finger faster and faster into the open wet pussy, added a second finger while her thumb circled over the clitoris. She pushed her fingers deeper, breathed faster, felt everything around her fade while she heard the voices of both of them through the phone: "Didn't I tell you she's horny as a dog in heat". The other replies "The little one can certainly only milk a cock with her cunt, look at how she moves her hips. She's a dirty whore!" She heart the first laugh as the room around her decayed in pieces of colored glass.


She was startled as the phone rang again, how was it possible? She looked up, sat at her desk and the curtains were closed. She had really spread her legs, could smell her nectar, felt the wet fingers in her pussy. She breathed a sigh of relief, slowly coming to her senses. Her boss was at the other end of the line, the executive meeting had been cancelled, they didn't need the calculation. She could now take at least half a day off. Quickly she turned off the computer, took her handbag. She sent a message to her girlfriend that they could meet in the boutique in 20 minutes. As she walked out of the building, she looked up at the two construction workers. One of them waved to her again, she still felt the tingling in her tummy, the aftermath of her arousal and orgasm. This time she smiled at them and waved back, greeted them and got into the car. She was looking forward to a nice afternoon with her girlfriend.