I must start by saying I met 'Bob' before lockdown, I'll call him that as he was a builder by trade, to protect his privacy as he was married...
We 'dated' regularly, When I say dated I mean we met for sex, there was nothing more to it than that, no romance, no flowers, no chocolates, no fancy restaurants or nights out etc.
As soon as his wife left for work he would invite me round and we would get down to it..
However, the pandemic meant we had to stop our arrangement and sadly we drifted apart..
Fast forward a few years, my guttering started leaking and caused a few issues, I needed a builder to resolve.
Bob was still in my phone under 'builder' so I sent a txt - Hey darling, long time, just checking in to see how you are and to say I miss you, do you fancy a coffee sometime? Would be lovely to catch up.
ps I might have a small job that needs your attention...;)
Luv Fliss xx
To my surprise he txt back almost immediately with a lengthy response, telling me how much he missed me and that I was always in his thoughts, a coffee and more would be perfect, just what I need to help relieve some stress that I know you love helping me with? He added.
A time and date were set, he was working on a building project locally, a complex of apartments, his van would be in the carpark, we agreed to meet there.
I arrived at the gates, wearing my black fur bolero jacket, black satin mini skirt, fishnet hold ups, tarty black strappy insanely high heels, shoulder length blonde hair, dark glasses and my fav shade of bright scarlet red lip gloss.
Brian the hod carrier and security guard welcomed me on to the site with a leering grin, staring at my plump breasts and deep cleavage that my leather basque top was so seductively displaying..
He was a huge man, well built, typical muscular builder, his arms as big as my thighs, hands like shovels, a man of few words and not much going on 'upstairs', he walked me over to the van and went to get Bob.
I got in, sat in the front, touched up my makeup and added a squirt of expensive perfume, Bob soon joined me, we embraced and kissed passionately, we had clearly missed each other so much and we had lots to catch up on, he started to undo my top, his hands slipping inside and groping my huge tits, I instinctively slipped my knickers off, Bob looked around, it was weekend so the site was quiet but there were still a few workers doing overtime.
He suggested it might be better if we got in the back, it was more private, sliding open the side door, I slipped in only to find Brian already sat there on a tarp over a pile of builders rubble, he grinned as I bent forward, my tits almost popping out of my basque top as I climbed in, he helped, grabbed my hand and pulled my up, Bob followed closely behind, squeezing my bum.
Before I knew it Brian was unzipping and my head was pulled into his lap, his cock sprang into life, it was as thick as my wrist and had a huge helmet I struggled to take in my mouth.
Bob hitched up my tarty mini skirt up over my my firm round bum, his hands grabbed my hips and he was already pulling my cheeks apart and offering up his swollen cock, I gasped hard as he entered me roughly.
Brian grabbed the back of my head and held me on his solid cock which was right down my throat, I gasped and struggled, Bob firmly guided my hips, I was being tossed around from both ends, lost control completely and just let them ravish me in any way they wanted.
It was a surreal feeling, I was impaled by cock at both ends, my movements were restricted, I was totally submissive and completely under their control...
They swapped ends and Brian struggled to enter me, my poor pussy gaping and stretched was finally treated to Brians full length, balls deep, his thick throbbing veiny length pounding into my delicate body, his low slung heavy balls, like 2 cricket balls in a pump bag, slapping hard against me.
They tried to both enter my pussy but I couldn't take it....
Both came inside me multiple times, I was drenched, oozing their thick loads from every orifice, they were spent and exhausted as I lay there over the tarp, my breasts heaving, as I gasped, panting for air in the hot, restricted space in the back of the van.
Brian zipped up and left without a word, Bob helped me tidy myself up, passed me some tissues, he told me to be here the same time the next day if I wanted my guttering fixing....
It took a few visits but he eventually sorted my building issues...;) xx
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