0 comments/ 14431 views/ 9 favorites Manual Labour Ch. 01 By: whoreatheart88 Eve couldn't leave the office soon enough. Another day passed handling client complaints with a fake smile plastered on her face. She didn't especially care whether or not they bought the smile, but anything she could do to make them easier to deal with was a godsend. The way she dressed now also seemed to help the situation along. While it flustered the middle aged men, and made the bachelors leer, her body seemed to lubricate the process. She used to dress for comfort, but since she'd made this discovery she had made a point to always show off a little bit of her petite body; whether it was her ample chest or her shapely legs. Of course, always office appropriate; no point of provoking the ire of her all female co-workers. Slinging her jacket over her arm, Eve said her farewells to the more dedicated staff still at their desks. It was oddly warm and humid for a fall day. As she exited the building, she made a point of walking past the neighbouring unit. It had been under construction for weeks now. The sound of power tools carried into her office, much to the annoyance of her managers. At first, Eve shared this irritation, however, she changed her tune when she started catching glimpses of the contractors standing outside the windows making calls. Hard labour had done their bodies good. Eve had a boyfriend, as she frequently had to remind herself. Things were good, and she loved him. But the sex just wasn't what it used to be. He hadn't noticed her new more provocative look, and hadn't initiated sex in months, maybe years now. She worried that the rest of her life would be sexless. Examining herself in the mirror in the mornings, she would wonder if somehow it was her fault they never fucked anymore. Maybe she had some sort of reverse body dysmorphia where she thought she looked attractive but she was in fact not. Maybe that's what they call confidence? She wasn't sure, and she didn't feel confident most of the time. She thought she used to when she was single, but perhaps that was a false memory, or perhaps her past 'confidence' was born of the alcohol she would consume during her dating years. The labourers made her feel confident. A few days ago she had stopped to peer into the work site to see how far along the project had come. When she turned to continue on her way home she found two of the labourers looking at her. Leaning against their white work truck, they did not avert their eyes. Both were very tanned, and hadn't shaven for a few days. The thinner one was smoking a cigarette, and didn't look away even as he flicked off the ashes. He was staring at her breasts. The other one, the taller one, still wearing his hardhat, was looking her up and down. He grinned. She flushed immediately. She didn't know what to do. She certainly shouldn't talk to them. She looked down at the sidewalk and struggled with her iPod earbuds. She walked home. When she got home, she masturbated furiously. She was soaked. Today, she again saw the smoking labourer against the truck. She resolved not to make eye contact. She carried her head high and kept an even stride. She could feel his eyes on her. Still she didn't look at him. She was not going to let them know about the things she had thought about upon her arrival home the other night. He would see it in her eyes if she made contact. His light green eyes, so piercing against his sun-soaked skin. Green eyes? Was she remembering, or was she looking at him... CRACK She was on the ground. She tried to figure out what had happened. She noticed the door to the unit under construction swing close. Oh. My. God. She knew what had happened now. It was more embarrassing than her running away last time. She had been trying so hard to not see them, she had done just that. She hadn't seen that they were just locking up and had walked straight into the door. If only she could melt into the side walk. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright!?" A figure squatted down in front of her. Her face was level with a denim covered crotch. Eve's jaw slackened. Her big brown eyes looked up. It was the taller guy she had seen the other day. He wasn't wearing his hard hat, and she could see his face better. With his stubble covered strong jawline, and the beginnings of crow's feet next to his eyes, he looked like he might be older than her. His eyes made her think perhaps not. His eyes were kind, but hungry. The sort where you know he'll treat you with respect if the situation demands it, but you also know he's picturing you naked. "Miss?" She realized she hadn't said anything yet. She tried to talk, but found herself unable to form words. She was still looking into those hungry eyes. She could smell the smoke when the other one came over. His figure blocked the sun. "Jesus, Erik. What did you do? How can you be so competent on the job and such a dumbass the moment you walk out the door. Literally, the moment you open the door. Is she alright?" "Fuck off, Scott. I dunno, she isn't saying anything. Maybe we should call somebody? The foreman would kill us if we got sued before the job was even done. She has some scratches on her hands where she broke her fall." As if on cue, Eve suddenly could feel a sting on her palms. She looked down and saw some scratches, some tiny rocks stuck in the wounds. She looked up again at Erik, who was still talking. "I don't think she hit her head, but she isn't saying anything. We should take her to a doctor or something. I think there is a walk-in in the strip—" "No" Who said that? They were looking at her. Did she say that? Scott breathed a sigh of relief, "She talks. Hey lady, are you alright? Can you walk?" He extended his hand. It was big, the palm was rough and the back was covered with dried paint. He was doing his best to look at her face, but he kept looking at her breasts. They looked glorious, her chest heaving after the trauma. Even through her dress, he could see them overflow the cups a little with each deep breath. Eve's ability to talk seemed to have escaped her again, but she reached out to accept his offer. At first he grabbed her hand, but when she winced he leaned in further to secure his grip on her forearm. Her arm looked like a doll's compared his hands. His long fingers wrapped around fully and then some. As soon as she was upright and Scott let go, she found her knees unable to keep her steady. Luckily, Erik was close enough to steady her. His hands were warm on her bare shoulders. She fell backwards into him. She found she fit nicely into him, her head into the groove of his chest, the top curve of her ass brushing his groin. Not fully thinking, Eve denied medical assistance but finally agreed to have a seat in renovation area while Scott went to buy some water for her. There weren't any chairs, so Erik lifted her onto the work bench. A few minutes passed in silence. The fall sun was starting to set outside. There didn't seem to be any lighting hooked up in here yet. Still, the streetlights had just turned on, and the glow from the signs of nearby shops provided ample light. She watched as Erik rearranged a few loose materials around the space. Having regained her wits somewhat, Eve broke the silence, "Thank you." He stopped and walked slowly towards her. He raised his eyebrows, "You know it was also my fault you are hurt to begin with?" He stopped right in front of her with a boyish grin. She laughed, "That is true, I guess. I suppose I mean 'Thank you for not leaving me stunned on the sidewalk, after you hit me with a door'" She looked up, and locked eyes with him. His gaze was so intense. She wanted to break the stare, but she couldn't. He stepped closer. She could feel the stiff fabric of his jeans brushing against her knees. Some sort of slutty reflex in her caused her to spread her legs a little. "Well I couldn't leave a pretty woman like yourself laid out on the sidewalk of a strip mall." He stepped into the V she had made with her legs, spreading her legs even more. The only thing keeping his covered cock from pressing up against her mound was the barrier formed by her dress stretched between her legs. There was no misinterpreting his intention. Their eyes were still locked. He wanted her. Managing to break his gaze, Eve looked down. "Won't Scott be back any minute now?" Erik, interpreting this as a rebuff, moved to back away. Eve tensed her thighs to resist his departure. She didn't want him to go further way. She wanted him closer. She wanted him in her, and despite what she said, she didn't even really care whether or not Scott walked in. They remained in limbo for what seemed like hours. Her heart felt like it was going to come through her chest. She could see his breathing get heavier. She couldn't take it anymore. She bit her lower lip, trying to stall while coming up with something seductive to say. All she could manage was a desperate, "Please." That was all Erik needed. His hands gripped her thighs firmly, almost to the point of pain. He tried to step further towards her pussy, but found her dress still in the way. His rough hands moved up her legs. His thumbs hooked underneath the edge of her dress. The fabric bunched as he worked his way up her body. He stopped to give her ass a firm squeeze before the dress went around the final curve and the dress hung around her waist. He pressed himself into her lace covered mound. If she hadn't been wearing her black panties today, she was certain there would be a wet spot on the crotch. He could probably feel it if he wasn't wearing his jeans. Why was he still wearing his jeans? She tugged uselessly at his waist band. Ugh. Belt. She just wanted his cock so bad. He backed away a little, she thought that it was so she could more easily access his belt buckle. She reached forward only to find his arm in the way. What was he doing? She moaned as a thick finger slid into her gash. Not even bothering to remove her panties, he had simply moved the fabric aside. He curled his finger in a come-hither motion. She gasped, and leaned into him. She tried to work herself further onto his finger. He curled his fingers again, this time Eve thought she might have lost her vision for a second. She titled her hips back giving him greater access. He slipped another finger in. She felt her own juices run down her ass. She let out a long throaty moan as he continued to finger fuck her. She thought she saw some movement out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't be sure, and frankly, as long as it didn't interrupt this feeling of bliss, she didn't care what it was. Erik slipped out his fingers. Eve's heart sank. Her lips formed a pout as she tried to figure out why he had stopped. He grabbed her knees so she sat more on the edge of the bench. "Don't give me that look. I'm thirsty and you are a very", he slipped a finger back into her dripping cunt. He pulled it out and brought it to her mouth. She wrapped her lips around his finger as he slowly drew it out. She could taste herself. "Very, wet slut," he finished. Eve clenched her pussy muscles. She loved dirty talk. Erik kneeled down and his face was level with her cunt. This time he rolled off her panties and threw them aside. She laid back and rested her well pedicured feet on his shoulders. When had he taken his shirt off? With some effort, she lifted her head to get a better look. His shoulders were broad and he had some blonde chest hair. He clearly worked out in addition to his manual job. She bet he had a 6-pack too, though she couldn't ascertain because now all she could she was his mess of blonde hair between her legs. She felt his breath on her cunt. It was hot, and she wanted more. She felt him trace his tongue around her waxed lips. The bastard was teasing her. She bucked her hips in protest. She heard him laugh a little and then continue his slow tease, still not touching her clit. She suddenly felt a tickle around her rosebud. She felt his pinky slip inside. It felt amazing. Her own pussy juice must have lubed up the hole. Now she felt his tongue on her clit. She cried out, grasping for the edges of the work bench. "Damn, Erik. It looks like your talents go beyond woodworking." She froze. Erik's tongue stopped, though his finger remained in her ass. She was suddenly very aware that she was in the middle of a construction area, laying on a work bench, exposed from the waist down with a strange man's face buried in her cunt. She looked over. Scott was standing a foot away from her face, bottled water in hand. His eyes, as always, were looking at her tits. For her part, her eyes were drawn to the impressive bulge in his pants. She couldn't...could she? Manual Labour Ch. 02 Author's Note: If anybody is interested in finding out how Eve found herself in such a compromising position, the first half of her adventure can be found in Erotic Couplings under "Manual Labour Ch. 01". Enjoy. ***** "Damn, Erik. It looks like your talents go beyond woodworking." She froze. Erik's tongue stopped, though his finger remained in her ass. She was suddenly very aware that she was in the middle of a construction area, laying on a work bench, exposed from the waist down with a strange man's face buried in her cunt. She looked over. Scott was standing a foot away from her face, bottled water in hand. His eyes, as always, were looking at her tits. For her part, her eyes were drawn to the impressive bulge in his pants. She couldn't...could she? She clumsily grasped at his package. From this angle she couldn't get a good grip on his cock, but she could tell Scott wasn't a small man. She heard the bottle drop. Erik plunged back into her pussy, apparently satisfied that her groping of his co-worker was consent. He worked his pinky in and out of her asshole while he lapped at her clit. The sensation caused her eyes to roll back and for her hand to fall away from Scott's cock. She spread her legs even further apart to give him more access. She felt a finger slide into her wet hole. Then another. She shuddered with pleasure. She felt hands wrap around her arms, forcing them to straighten above her head. When the grip loosened, she reflexively began to relax them again. The hands returned. "Stay," Scott said evenly, without a hint of playfulness. She obeyed. The hands let go again, and she could see Scott's long tanned arms reach towards her waist and grab hold of her bunched up dress. He pulled the dress up over her head. She heard it slide across the floor. Erik was still working his tongue into her pussy. She felt him use his thumb to pull her fat pussy lips upwards towards her navel. Fuck. Now her clit was even more exposed. Her whole body convulsed at the newly intensified sensation. She could feel her cunt spasm and release another gush of juices. She threw her head back and her body tensed. All her muscles were locked and her mouth hung open in a long, barely audible moan. His tongue on her pussy only moved faster in response. She blacked out for a moment, her orgasm the only thing that mattered. When she regained her awareness, she realized that when she threw her head back, the work bench was no longer supporting it. When Scott took her dress off, he must have pulled her back a little. Her head hung loosely over the edge. She felt skin tap gently against her cheek. What was that? She opened her eyes and could see lean muscled legs with pants pooled around the ankles. Scott. He wants me to suck his cock. She began to part her lips. Maybe that train of thought took longer than she accounted for, because it did not seem fast enough for Scott's liking. The smell of sawdust filled her nostrils the moment before they were forced shut. Her mouth opened wide to breathe. She managed one breath before he thrust his dick inside. She panicked, she couldn't breathe. She screamed, the sound muffled by his cock. He let go of her nose. At this angle, he had unimpeded access to her throat. He fucked her face with no regard for her comfort. His balls were proportional to his large shaft and slapped against her face with every stroke. Tears welled in her eyes, and saliva was running up her face. She was a mess, but despite this she felt more desirable than ever before. She reached towards her breasts, amazingly still contained her black lace bra. She wanted to feel them bounce as they fucked her. Luckily, she had chosen a front clasp bra today. The cups parted jerkily, a little with each thrust. Scott's pumping slowed a bit. Between the cold air and her level of arousal, her pink nipples could cut glass. "Damn," he pushed deep, causing her to gag a bit, "those tits are almost better than I'd been picturing them for the past few days." He bent forward to play with them, his lean abs pressing against her chin. His large hot hands felt amazing cupping her pale globes. They seemed a lot bigger than they really were on her petite frame. Illusion or not, he was clearly impressed by the sight. His thrusting had stopped. She enjoyed him playing with her breasts, but now felt an overwhelming urge to have his cock inside her pussy. Being pinned down, with a large cock in her mouth, she didn't have many options to express her desires. She reached backwards and cupped his sack, playing with each testicle individually. She began to dance her tongue up and down his cock. Her efforts managed to take his attention away from her tits. His cock twitched a bit in her mouth. He pulled out. He leaned against the bench next to her, the edge of the bench top cutting in just below his firm ass. "You want a ride? Get on." She was turned on, and as such, would do anything these men wanted if it meant somebody touching her. She didn't hesitate. She got up, rolled off the table. She took a moment to wipe her bleeding mascara off from underneath and above her eyes. She climbed to straddle him, her knees pressing painfully into the surface of the bench. She leaned forward a bit and put his face in between her tits as she hovered over him. He used his hands to press them together even harder around his face. She could feel his stubble scratch against her delicate skin. She could tell he was in heaven. She wanted to sit down on his hard cock, but being as small as she was, she knew that if she did, she would be taking her breasts away from him. "I do all the work, I get first crack at her." Erik. She had been so busy trying to not suffocate on cock, she hadn't gotten around to wondering where Erik had gone after he was done munching on her. Careful not to pull her tits away from Scott, she turned her head to see Erik. He was behind her, so she could only see out of the corner of her eyes. He was fully naked and holding his cock in hand. It was veiny, and had a slight upward curve to it. He positioned himself so the head was touching her bare ass. That would feel so good in her pussy. She popped out her ass to try to get him lined up. The head slid over her wet pussy. She whimpered. She wanted it inside of her. He moved closer and then back away a little. As he did so the whole length of his cock slid over her clit and backwards towards her ass. He pushed forward. He hadn't even fucked her cunt yet. She lifted her pelvis so that he was at her gash again. He used both of his hands to grab hard onto her hips. She realized she had no control. She was pinned between these two muscular construction workers, and she was going to do whatever they wanted. Erik, once again, re-positioned himself at her rosebud, and slowly pushed. Even though the tip was slippery with her juices, it still hurt. She inhaled sharply. She had thought Scott lost inside her cleavage forever, but he suddenly let go of one of her tits, suspending it in his teeth only by the nipple. Then she felt his cock brush up against her clit. It felt great, especially in contrast to her anus right now. She relaxed into him a little. Erik was still burying his shaft in her ass, but the pain seemed less significant with her clit being rubbed. He was in her ass up to the hilt now, and was pressed up against her back. His chest was hairy, unlike Scott's smooth set of abs. Erik bit into her shoulder. He pulled out, and then thrust back in. The initial pain now passed, his cock inside her ass felt amazing. She moaned. He bit her other shoulder. "You like that, you dirty girl?" His thrusts become harder, causing her ass to jiggle with the motion. Her mind once again unable to come up with anything clever, she just breathed "More." Erik paused mid thrust. Scott stopped stroking her clit. He moved his cock head to her entrance. Even though Erik had already been playing with her pussy, the head stretched her. She suddenly remembered how big it had felt in her throat. She wrapped her arms around his back, flattening her breasts against his chest. Her nails dug into his back as she lowered onto him. She thought she had reached the base of his shaft and exhaled in relief. She cried out when Erik forced her down further onto his friend's shaft. Erik bent his legs and moved closer to accommodate her new position, and began thrusting anew. She could feel everything. Every inch of each of their hard cocks. She could even feel them rub against each other through the thin membrane that separated her ass and pussy. She was literally pinned to place with cocks. She felt so full. She had never felt anything like this. Her pussy pulsed. She was about to come again. Without warning, Erik pulled out. She felt her asshole gape for a moment, before feeling hot liquid running down her back into it. She clenched. The warmth of his seed felt great but his pulling out had aborted her orgasm. Scott shifted a bit, happy to have a bit more freedom of motion. He kissed her for the first time in the evening. As his tongue explored hers, she leaned forward and he bent backwards to lay on the bench. Now she'd ride his cock. She rolled her hips around his member. It was so big that there was no danger of slipping out. Her tits bounced wildy. She began to flick her clit as she rode. She wanted to come again. She didn't think she had slowed her pace, but Scott suddenly grabbed her ass and held her in place as he bucked into her faster than she could manage on top. It was like a jackhammer. She saw his tanned face contort, as she began to feel her own muscles spasm. She screamed. She rolled off of him, breathing heavily. She felt his seed drip out of her pussy. She reached down and brought some to her lips. She smiled as she licked it off. Erik turned on one of the work lights. Eve looked around for her dress. She could see the trail it had made in the dust as it skidded across the floor. She sat up. She caught a glimpse of the scene reflected on the window, now that it was dark outside. Scott had just stood and was buckling his belt. Erik was shaking the dust out of his shirt. Her? She looked every bit the slut she that felt like. Her hair was matted. Her mascara was smudged. She had red marks on her hips and ass where their strong hands had gripped her. The cum on her back and legs formed clean drip marks against the layer of construction dust that covered her and everything else in the room. She realized that if she could see herself in the window, anybody passing by could catch a glimpse of the scene. She stood there, naked and semen-covered, a full minute before asking Erik to turn off the light.