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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
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