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From 
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THE CONSTRUCTION SITE
- by Bonfils

Taylor almost tripped on the wooden planks on her way to 
the trailer. What had she been thinking, she wondered, 
wearing high heels at a construction site? 

She looked around. The site was huge, and now that night 
was falling, lit by dozens of floodlights. It seemed 
quite chaotic: Huge piles of earth, concrete slabs and 
heavy machinery, all utterly deserted by now. And of 
course the trailer, where she was going to do her 
interview. She knocked on the door.

"Come in," a male voice answered.

She opened the door. 

At the small table the foreman sat, a balding man in his 
fifties. He didn't seem tall and was slightly 
overweight, but seemed remarkably fit.

He didn't get up as Taylor entered. She walked over to 
him and shook his hand.

"Welcome," he said. "Coffee?"

"Yes, please," she said, sitting down by the table. 

The foreman got up to get the coffee. The trailer was 
quite neat. Not surprisingly, she noticed the usual 
nudie calendars - rather explicit, in fact - on the 
walls, but everything seemed to be in its place: Next to 
the sink was a coffee machine, and next to that a bottle 
of some sort of clear liquid - some kind of hand 
cleanser, probably.

But no dirty coffee mugs, no piles of paper on the 
floor. She was probably prejudiced anyway: A 
construction project of this magnitude demanded 
something close to military discipline.

The foreman returned with the coffee, and Taylor pulled 
out a notepad and a pen.

"Shall we get down to it?" she asked, smiling.

"I sure as hell think we should," the foreman said.

Taylor didn't like the tone of his voice. In fact, she 
didn't like the way he looked her over. 

"So," she began, "what is the biggest challenge you're 
facing on this project?"

"Well," the foreman drawled, sitting down opposite her. 
"The worst thing is, there ain't no chicks 'round here. 
Know what I mean?"

Taylor smiled. 

"Ah," she said, "the lack of female company?"

"Company?" he laughed. "It's the lack of fucking pussy, 
that what it is!"

Taylor felt herself blushing.

"I think..." she said.

"But what the hell," the foreman went on. "I shouldn't 
complain. Now you're here."

She could almost physically feel his eyes on her legs, 
her crotch, her breasts. He stood up and walked over to 
Taylor, standing right in front of her.

"Yup," he said. "Problem solved."

Suddenly, she felt his hand on her breast, squeezing it.

"Stop that!" she ordered.

The foreman just grinned.

"Nah," he said quietly. "I don't think so."

Taylor jumped from the chair and ran for the door. But 
the foreman grabbed her wrist, pulling her back.

"Let me go!" she hissed, struggling in his grip.

"Now don't disappoint me," the foreman said, pulling her 
towards the table. "I've been saving myself for you."

He forced her down on her back on the table. Holding her 
down with one hand, he lifted up her short skirt with 
the other. Again she tried resisting, but he was too 
strong.

The foreman pushed Taylor's panties to the side, and she 
felt his rough fingers touching her labia.

"No!" she cried. "No! Don't!"

Slowly, his thick fingers began massaging the mouth of 
her pussy. Taylor gasped, realizing she was helpless. 
Holding her down seemed to require no effort on his 
part.

He stroked her flesh rhythmically, moving his strong 
fingers toward her clitoris. Taylor squirmed on the hard 
tabletop. As the foreman masturbated her, she felt her 
labia getting moist. He kept going, stimulating the flow 
of her female juices.

Eventually, she was wet enough for him to push two 
fingers inside.

"Ah!" she cried.

She felt the foreman's rough fingers probing her, 
wriggling deep inside her sensitive pussy. She'd given 
up resistance now. If she let him have his way, she 
reckoned, it would soon be over. She hoped.

His fingers slipped out of her cunt, then pushed back in 
again. Then out again and in again, fucking her ever so 
slowly, her pussy making tiny wet noises with each 
stroke. The foreman bent down between her legs, touching 
her cunt with his tongue.

"Oooh!" she gasped.

Taylor felt his lips sucking at her pussy, thirstily 
drinking her juices. He slurped loudly, sucking and 
licking, his fingers thrusting in and out of her soft 
flesh.

And then she felt it: The pleasant tingling sensation, 
spreading from her cunt like electricity, making her 
entire body tremble with anticipation. If the foreman 
kept this up, she was going to have an orgasm right 
there on the table. Taylor bit her lip. She didn't want 
it to happen. Not here, not now, please...

But suddenly he stood up, slipping his finger from her 
pussy. He looked at her, grinning. He knew. Sadistic 
bastard, he knew.

The foreman unzipped the fly of his overalls and his 
erect cock sprang out. It was hard and thick, its 
reddened head bulging with excitement. A tiny drop of 
clear liquid dribbled from its tip. He took the stiff 
tool in his hand, pointing it guided it towards the 
mouth of Taylor's cunt.

"Oh no," she whimpered, "no..."

"Forget it!" he gasped. "Take your clothes off! You know 
you want it!"

Did she? Taylor could hardly think straight anymore. The 
whole situation was humiliating - and she hated the 
sight of the fat, elderly man and his lascivious grin. 
But then again, her body was in a state of excitement 
that needed to be satisfied with an orgasm. 

She hated the man, but she yearned for the cock. It was 
really quite simple. Wasn't it?

Taylor knew that if she thought it over, she would 
change her mind. Instead she undressed as quickly as she 
could, throwing her blouse, her bra, her skirt and her 
panties on the floor of the trailer. Then, trembling, 
she lay back on the table. Her nipples were actually 
hard. She couldn't believe it.

The foreman stood between her legs and grabbed hold of 
her thighs. He placed his cock at the mouth of her pussy 
and pushed forward with a loud grunt. She felt her soft 
flesh stretching around his shaft, as he drove his tool 
into her dripping wet cunt. 

She could tell the foreman was excited now. Before, he 
had been calm, teasing and fingering her - but now he 
thrust into her in a fast, energetic rhythm. Over and 
over, he plunged his cock into her tender pussy, 
grunting like an animal in heat.

And as he moved inside her, probing her flesh, she felt 
her climax approaching.

"Shit!" she exclaimed.

It was horrible: The dirty old man raping her to orgasm 
on the table in his trailer. And yet it was totally 
wonderful. Her pussy opened wide, inviting him to push 
deeper, deeper. Her juices flowed abundantly, 
lubricating his pumping cock, almost drowning it. And 
then...

Taylor held on to the table. Held on hard. Her vision 
flickered - she almost fainted as she came.

"Aaahhh!" she cried. "Aaahhh!"

She threw herself about on the table, overcame by a 
powerful climax. Moaning uncontrollably, Taylor felt 
unbelievable sensations of pleasure washing through 
every fiber of her body. It was incredible. This could 
even be the best orgasm she'd ever had...

"Yeah!" The foreman yelled, thrusting into her. 

She felt his cock swelling inside her. His eyes were 
wide open, as he approached his climax. As he came, he 
pulled out and grabbed his throbbing cock in his fist.

"Unnnhhh!" he yelled.

A long spurt of semen shot from his cock, flying several 
feet across her body. And another one, hitting her face 
with a glob of burning hot spunk. And again. And again. 
Masturbating, the foreman made his cock keep pumping, 
showering her face and body with thick, sticky sperm.

"Aaah yeah," he grunted, squeezing the last drops from 
his reddened cock.

Breathing hard, Taylor tried to compose herself. Now he 
would let her go, she thought. He had gotten what he 
wanted.

Clumsily, the foreman put his cock back into his overall 
and zipped up. Then he turned around, opened the door to 
a locker and took something out. Dazed, Taylor couldn't 
quite make it out. But as he turned to face her, she 
realized what it was.

A length of rope.

"What...?" she gasped.

She tried to sit up, but she was still too exhausted. 
The foreman quickly grabbed her wrist and tied it firmly 
to one leg of the table. 

"No..." she whimpered. "Please..."

The foreman's face was still red from the strain. He 
went round the table, expertly tying her other wrist to 
another leg, then both her feet. Seconds later, he was 
finished - and Taylor couldn't move. The foreman looked 
her over, admiring his work.

"Bet you thought I was finished with you?" he said. "Oh 
no, honey. The best is yet to come."

"Fuck!" Taylor shouted, yanking at the ropes. "Let me 
go!"

The foreman grinned, enjoying the sight of the naked 
woman struggling helplessly on the table.

"You know," he said. "You'll only tighten the knots when 
you do that. But, by the way, I know someone who's just 
dying to meet you. I'll only be a second. Don't go 
anywhere."

And with those words, the foreman left the trailer, 
leaving Taylor naked, tied to the table.

She let out a loud, exasperated grunt. What was he going 
to do now? She felt his sperm on her face and body. 
Taylor stuck out her tongue and tried to lick some of it 
off her cheeks and chin. It had a salty, powerful taste.

The door opened again, and two construction workers 
entered the trailer, dressed in overalls, boots and 
helmets. One was a big, muscular man, with dark, 
Mediterranean-style hair and complexion. The other was 
blond and thin and had piercing, pale blue eyes that 
made him look like a psychopath. Taylor was scared of 
him.

Both men looked at Taylor dispassionately. They smiled 
wickedly as they saw the tiny pile of her clothes on the 
floor. Behind them, the foreman, too, entered the 
trailer.

"Here she is, boys," he said. "Let's get to work."

He grabbed a towel and wiped his own semen off her body.

"There," he said. "As good as new."

The dark man kicked off his boots and unbuttoned his 
overalls. He swiftly pulled it off, standing naked 
except for the construction helmet. His semi-erect cock 
bounced in front of him, as he moved. It was long, 
longer than the foreman's, and about the same thickness. 
Taylor gasped.

Now, the dark man put his boots back on. And naked, 
wearing boots and helmet, he walked towards Taylor. His 
heavy footsteps made the trailer rock.

Instinctively, Taylor tried to pull away, only to 
realize she was tied up. The dark man placed two fingers 
on her labia, then spread them, opening her pussy. He 
smiled at the sight. With his other hand he grabbed his 
cock and began stroking it, slowly masturbating himself 
to a full erection.

"Let her have it!" the blond man said.

"Shut up!" the dark man hissed.

Then he bent down and put his face between Taylor's 
thighs. Spreading her labia, he stuck out his tongue and 
pushed it into her pussy.

"Oh God!" Taylor gasped.

The dark man wriggled his tongue around inside her, 
exploring her soft flesh. He moved his head back and 
forth, fucking her with his tongue and sucking at her 
juicy pussy. The lustful sensations made Taylor tremble 
all over.

Then he pulled back and stood up, still holding on to 
his erect cock.

"Okay," he said. "Let's fuck."

Taylor was so wet it was almost embarrassing. She felt 
the juice trickling down the insides of he thighs. 

The dark man placed his cock against her labia and 
Taylor felt the wide head bulging against her flesh. 
Shivering, she realized that his cock was even bigger 
than the foreman's. 

"Oh God," she whispered.

Slowly, the dark man pushed forward. Taylor felt her wet 
pussy stretching around his swollen shaft, as he buried 
his cock inside her. She closed her eyes, whimpering 
with pleasure.

"Yeah," the blond man said, visibly excited at the 
sight, "you love it, don't you honey?"

"She sure does," the foreman said, grinning. "Fuck her 
good, buddy."

And the dark began thrusting into her, making her gasp 
out loud. He drove his cock in and out of her slippery 
cunt in a steady pace, from the tip to the root with 
every stroke. Taylor tugged at the ropes, writhing 
lasciviously on the table.

"Keep going!" the blond man commanded

He was breathing heavily now, and as Taylor opened her 
eyes, she saw the bulge growing inside his overalls. The 
blond man began touching himself, stroking his cock 
through the rough fabric.

"Unh," he grunted. "Yeah..."

Taylor looked up at the man fucking her. His face was 
determined, unemotional. She felt his massive cock 
pumping rhythmically into her, massaging the sensitive 
insides of her cunt, driving her ever closer to another 
orgasm.

"Shit!" she gasped.

But there was no stopping it now. One more thrust of the 
dark man's cock. And another. And another...

"Aaahhh!" Taylor cried. "Aaahhh!" Her body exploded in 
convulsions of pleasure, throwing her about on the 
table. The dark man held on to her thighs, fucking her 
relentlessly. Almost losing consciousness, Taylor felt 
his swollen cock hammering into her, over and over, wet 
and slick with her abundant juices.

"Stop..." she whispered helplessly. "Please... wait..."

The blond man stepped up to the table. He had zipped 
down his fly. His long, slender cock stood straight out, 
fully erect. He stroked it slowly, watching the dark man 
fucking the almost lifeless Taylor.

Then the dark man pulled out, his hard cock dripping 
juice onto the floor of the trailer.

"You want some?" he asked his mate.

"Don't mind if I do," the blond man replied, assuming 
the position between Taylor's legs.

Staring straight at her with his pale, piercing eyes, he 
thrust three fingers into her cunt and started massaging 
her pink clit with his thumb.

"No..." Taylor moaned. "I... I can't..."

Closing her eyes again, she gave up. Sprawled on the 
hard tabletop, she surrendered to the feelings of 
pleasure. Vigorously, the blond man thrust his fingers 
into her cunt, his thumb circling her stiffened 
clitoris. 

"Damn!" he whispered. "That's one fine pussy you got 
there, honey..."

With a wet, squishy sound, he pulled his glistening 
fingers from her sex. Then he grabbed his cock and 
stroked it, covering it in Taylor's juices. Soon she 
felt his wet, bone-hard cock poking the mouth of her 
pussy.

Taylor was exhausted. She was no longer sure how long 
she had been in the trailer. And now the third man - the 
third cock - was about to fuck her. Lying there naked, 
tied to the table was utterly surreal - she had never 
experienced anything like it. But although she was 
scared, somehow she wanted them to go on. They obviously 
intended to fuck her senseless, and she found the 
thought outrageous - and terribly exciting.

In one smooth motion, the blond man thrust the entire 
length of his rigid cock into her tender slit. Taylor 
let out a loud gasp. She felt the rough fabric of his 
overalls against the skin of her thighs. And swiftly, in 
long smooth strokes, he began fucking her, still staring 
into her eyes with those intense pale eyes.

"Yeah..." the foreman said, a bulge growing inside the 
crotch of his overalls. "Fuck her good!"

Holding onto Taylor's slender thighs, the blond man kept 
hammering his cock into her flesh in fast, powerful 
thrusts. She was gasping for air.

The foreman kicked off his boots and quickly undressed. 
His cock was semi-erect again. Taylor wondered whether 
it was normal for a man his age to get ready again so 
soon. 

Grinning, he walked around the table and stood behind 
Taylor's head. Grabbing his hair, he pulled her head 
back over the edge of the table, her face upside down. 
Then he put his cock to her lips.

Taylor tried to spit it away, but he pushed against her 
lips. And finally she gave up and opened her mouth to 
the foreman's cock. She could still taste her own juices 
on its skin.

As the blond man kept fucking her, the foreman grabbed 
her shapely breasts, squeezing them gently, massaging 
them. Taylor sucked on his cock, sucked it as hard as 
she could. He tried to pull back, but was not prepared 
for the powerful suction she applied.

"Yeah!" he gasped, wriggling his hips. "Suck it good, 
little lady!"

Finally, with a loud popping sound, the foreman managed 
to pull the cock from Taylor's mouth. It stood red and 
erect in front of her face.

"Suck it again!" he ordered, ramming his hard tool in 
between her lips.

Taylor kept sucking, as the foreman began moving his 
hips violently. Still kneading her sensitive breasts, he 
pumped his cock into her mouth with hard, fast strokes. 
At the same time, she felt the blond man's long tool 
thrusting deep into her cunt.

She was at their mercy. Naked, tied to the table, while 
they fucked her mouth and pussy. Taylor hadn't been 
aware how excited she was, but suddenly it hit her 
again.

"Mmm!" she cried, her screams muffled by the foreman's 
cock. "Mmm!"

She came again. Her bound legs kicked helplessly as the 
climax sent waves of pleasure through her flesh. She 
felt both cocks swelling inside her mouth and cunt - the 
men were obviously turned on by the sight of her orgasm. 
"You like it, huh?" the blond man sneered. "Huh? Huh?"

He thrust deep into her pussy with every word, making 
Taylor sob in unbearable ecstasy.

"My turn!" the dark man grunted.

And the blond man slipped his cock from her cunt, 
letting the dark man take his place. She recognized the 
feeling of his thick tool, stretching her labia as it 
entered her flesh. He began pumping her vigorously, 
burying the entire length of his cock inside her with 
every stroke. The blond man stood next to them, 
masturbating slowly, clear fluid dripping from the tip 
of his cock.

The foreman slipped his cock from Taylor's mouth and 
stood there, his hard-on bobbing up and down in front of 
her face.

"Tell me you want it," he gasped, his voice hoarse with 
lust. "Say it!"

"Oh God!" Taylor cried, the dark man's cock hammering 
into her tender slit. "Yes! I want it! Give it to me."

Grunting like an animal, the foreman once more forced 
his throbbing cock into Taylor's mouth. She sucked it 
greedily, slurping loudly, as he slid it back and forth 
between her lips. The blond man watched them intently, 
masturbating at the sight. The head of his long, erect 
cock bulged as he stroked it rhythmically with his fist.

Taylor hadn't quite recovered from her last orgasm. She 
was in a state of heightened sexual sensibility. Every 
touch, every move the men made, triggered sensations of 
pleasure, making her shiver, making her juices flow 
around the dark man's erect rod. She could climax again 
at any moment.

Suddenly, the foreman pulled his cock from her mouth, 
making a loud popping sound.

"Let's untie her," he said.

And both men quickly untied the ropes, throwing them on 
the floor.

Taylor was confused. Had they changed their minds? Were 
they going to let her go? The two workmen hadn't even 
come yet.

The foreman lay on his back on the floor of the trailer, 
his stiff, wet cock pointing straight up. The blond man 
lifted Taylor off the table and carried her to where the 
foreman lay. Grunting, the foreman grabbed his cock and 
guided it into her pussy, as the blond man slowly 
lowered her, making her sit on his lap. Moaning with 
pleasure, Taylor felt his erect rod entering her flesh 
from beneath.

The dark man stood in front of her and grabbed her chin. 
Obediently, she opened her mouth and let him push his 
cock in between her lips. 

"Yeah," he said. "Suck it good."

His cock was considerably bigger than the foreman's - 
she could only fit the swelling head in her mouth. She 
began sucking it, once more tasting her own juice on a 
man's cock. Taylor held it by the root with one hand and 
took his hairy balls in the other, gently caressing 
them, making him gasp.

She began moving her hips up and down, making the 
foreman's cock slip in and out of her pussy. She 
wriggled around in circles on top of him, letting his 
erect tool explore every inch of her slippery crevice. 
Moaning with pleasure, the foreman just had to lie there 
- Taylor took care of the fucking.

The blond man grabbed the bottle beside the sink. 
Squeezing it, he poured the oily liquid over his stiff 
cock, making it bounce. Then Taylor felt the cold spray 
hitting her ass.

Surprised, she pulled her head away from the dark man's 
cock.

"What...?" she gasped.

But the dark man grabbed her hair, pushed his cock back 
into her mouth and began thrusting in and out between 
her lips. Underneath her, the foreman began moving his 
pelvis up and down, fucking her pussy.

And then she felt the blond man's fingers, slick with 
oil, forcing their way into her anus.

"Mmm!" she protested, her mouth filled with the dark 
man's swelling cock. "Mmm!"

The blond man assumed the position behind her ass, his 
rigid cock pushing hard against her rectum. As he 
grabbed her hips, Taylor felt the head of his cock 
forcing its way into her ass.

She struggled in the grip of the three excited men. 
Exasperated, she banged her hands of the floor of the 
trailer.

"Mmm!" she cried.

But slowly, the blond man buried the entire length of 
his hardened shaft inside her rectum. Then he pulled 
back and thrust into her again. And again. 

Pain gave way to pleasure, and soon Taylor felt herself 
wriggling her ass against him, encouraging him to go 
deeper.

Taylor felt herself quivering uncontrollably. They were 
having their way with her, fucking her savagely in every 
orifice. She was the object of their animal lust, their 
anonymous sex toy. And she loved it. It was filthy, 
shameless, outrageous...

And as they kept hammering their cocks into her in a 
hard, relentless rhythm, she once more gave in. The dark 
man seemed to sense her orgasm approaching and pulled 
his cock from her mouth, letting her cry out on ecstasy.

"Ohhh!" she yelled. "Ohhh!"

Grabbing his cock in his fist, the dark man came, too. A 
thick spurt of semen shot from his cock, spattering 
Taylor's flushed face. And once more - a long jet of 
sticky sperm sprayed into her open mouth. Masturbating, 
the dark man pointed his cock toward her breasts. Still 
trembling in her climax, Taylor arched her back, letting 
him pump his semen onto her naked breasts. Grunting, he 
squeezed every last drop from his cock.

Inside her, the foreman was the next to come.

"Unnnhhh!" he cried. "Unnnhhh!"

Kicking his heels against the floor of the trailer, he 
ejaculated inside her cunt with incredible force. Taylor 
felt his cock contracting, spurting shots of hot semen 
into her tender pussy. His orgasm seemed to go on 
forever, sperm pumping from his jerking tool.

Even before the foreman's ejaculation had subsided, the 
blond man pulled his cock from her ass. Taylor felt the 
first jet of his semen shooting across her naked back.

"Yeahhh!" he shouted. "Fuck yeah!"

The foreman pushed Taylor away, rolling her onto her 
back on the floor. Ejaculating, the blond man towered 
above her, his cock protruding from his overalls, 
pumping hot sperm all over her naked body.

"Take that!" he gasped, masturbating vigorously. "Take 
it! Yeah!"

Spurt after spurt of his semen shot from his cock, 
landing all over Taylor's body.

And then, suddenly, it was all over.

The foreman and the dark man put their clothes back on 
without a word. The blond man merely had to zip up.

For a few seconds they just stood there looking at her, 
as she lay sprawled on the floor, exhausted, gasping for 
air.

Then, quietly, they left the trailer.

All alone, Taylor wiped herself with the towel, then put 
her clothes back on.

Outside, there was no trace of any of the three men.

She stood in the cold night air, looking out over the 
construction site, bathed in harsh floodlights.

They were gone. She would just have to go home.

Taylor picked up her cell phone and dialed her editor. 
She got his answering machine.

"Hi," she said after the beep. "This is Taylor. About 
the interview: Something came up. I didn't get to speak 
to anyone. I'm sorry, but I will have to go back once 
more. To the construction site."

--
(c) Bonfils 2005
http://www.tales-of-lust.com/

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