Waking sometime later, I found myself still face-down with a very wet ass. I was a bit disappointed that my lover had left, but I understood that he still had to work. With nothing around to hold back the drippage as I stood up, I slipped my hand between my buttocks to cover my leaking hole. Goose-stepping toward the bathroom left me giggling at what I must have looked like to an observer. I kept going right into the shower and enjoyed the hot water beating down and cleaning me up nicely.
Drying after the shower, I felt hungry and headed toward the kitchen for some coffee and eggs. My mind wandered while I cooked and ate, thinking that it was time for something different. I'd considered Jimmy's place again for a day of hearty fucking and sucking, but I wanted something less controlled and more spontaneous. Everyone that went to those places knew that they were either going to get their dick sucked or were going to fuck something. I wanted to get some where it would be a complete surprise to find someone willing to be used.
Thoughts began flowing into my twisted little mind, but most would have me arrested before the day's end. Where could I find men who wanted to dump a load, where no women or children would go? The first solid idea that came to mind was a construction site. All those manly workers with big hard dicks and no morals about where they stuck it. Yes, that was a good choice. Now, how would I get there and advertise my wares?
I could find a job site and walk on with some forged insurance credentials, but I'd have to take a bold approach to advertising, or I'd be thrown out before getting some dick. All I needed to do was get inside and find one or two lonely-looking guys to get the ball rolling. My homemade signage would do the talking for me. Having been in the printing business in a previous life I knew some tricks about forgery and company IDs.
I picked an obscure but official-sounding name for my insurance company and printed out something that looked similar to a driver's license. I then photocopied my picture and glued it onto the space before finding a clear plastic page protector from an old notebook and basically laminating it with super glue. It was rough looking up close, but it would work if I didn't let them look at it too long. Now, it was time for the signage and my trick handcuffs.
I found a fat red marker that was probably permanent and backed up to a floor-length mirror to do a little writing. About midway up my naked back, I nearly illegibly wrote the words 'fuck insurance guy' before dragging the marker in a line right to the top of my buttocks. I added an arrow at the bottom and let it dry while I searched for some loose-fitting slacks and a button-down shirt. Donning the shirt and slacks with no undergarments, I slipped on some dress shoes and grabbed my handcuffs.
Driving downtown, I searched for a busy construction site for a larger building. I figured the larger ones would be easier to infiltrate with limited scrutiny. With a ten or more-story one on the edge of town picked out, I drove a few blocks away into a parking garage. Removing my car key from my ring, I slipped it into my shoe and left the rest in the glovebox with my wallet. I didn't want anything that would identify me in case of trouble. With my fake ID hanging on a lanyard and the cuffs in my pocket, I was as ready as ever, although shakingly nervous.
Moving down the street slowly, a million things ran through my head about how poorly this could all end. What a whore for cock I had become in such a short span of time that I'd risk jail just to get fucked by complete strangers. The more I pictured myself cuffed to a railing with a line of fat, dripping dicks lined up to take me, the faster I regained my confidence. By the time I reached the building entrance, I was practically feeling the hard pistoning of a rigid prick in my eager ass.
"Insurance inspector for a spot inspection," I belted while holding up my faux ID card.
"There's nothing on the schedule," the large man stumbled while flipping pages.
"That's why they call it a spot inspection, genius!" I railed a bit over the top.
"Yeah... okay, just go!" he belted back, obviously flustered.
I was as hard as steel as I strutted toward the construction elevator and rode it up about five floors. It was one of those open ones attached to the side of the building, so it was easy to see each floor as I slowly passed, with the exception of areas closed off with plastic. Stopping at one that looked fairly desolate, I hopped off and looked for a good spot to set up shop. I walked toward the center, where the permanent elevator shaft blocked the direct view from this one. Moving to the other side, I noticed another section with hanging plastic. Near the edge, there was a steel railing, which was perfect for using my handcuffs.
Pausing at the railing, I stripped off my clothes quickly to be ready for what I was sure would be a quick search for me. I'd done a good job of pissing off the security guy when I entered and was pretty certain that he would be hot on my tail before long. Actually, I was hoping for that very thing! Slipping off my shoes, I dropped my pants and used the legs to tie mine together. With that done, I pulled off my dress shirt and used the sleeves to tie a gag around my mouth. The last step was the handcuffs, which I used to secure myself to the railing.
I had barely finished when I heard the bellowing of one pissed-off security guy. It took him another few minutes to enter the plastic-enclosed area where I'd secured myself. I heard the slap against the hanging sheets as he entered and awaited his response to my obvious predicament. My hope was that he'd still be mad enough to play the bad boy and take me for his pleasure. I hadn't uttered a sound as I tried to determine what he was thinking. I didn't want to mumble for help, thinking that he might feel sorry for me and untie my bonds. As all of these thoughts circled my twisted mind, he spoke.
"So, either you did this to yourself to get some dick in that sweet ass of yours, or you pissed off one of my co-workers, and they did this to you. But if someone else did this, then why isn't your ass leaking their cum?" my big security man pondered aloud.
"Well, either way, it seems that I can get some free ass here, and nobody is going to say a thing, especially if I take some pics first," he added as I heard his zipper open. I remained quiet while listening to the distinct sound of a man spitting on his hand and pumping his dick. After about thirty seconds of that, I felt that hot, thick slab of meat pressing against my buttocks before he pried me open with both thumbs. The feeling had me delirious as his fat cock pressed inside my well-lubed innards.
Security Guy stretched me open as he gradually sank into my needy colon and paused as he grunted his appreciation.
"Fuck yes! You're so tight that I could just stay in this position all day," he mumbled while squeezing my glutes appreciatively.
I couldn't help but moan like the cock whore I was as he held himself inside while beginning to slap my ass cheeks over and over.
"Oh, you like that, don't you, bitch! Don't you worry. Daddy's gonna make sure that you get all the dick you can handle today. If you can still walk when we're done, then we'll invite you back for another round."
After a few more skin-tingling cracks, he began a slow, thorough drilling of my backside. It was pure heaven as his oversized prick opened me up and delivered my first orgasm to my needy, slutty ass. I'd cum again just as he finally unloaded inside me and held himself in my depths as his cock slowly receded. After his softening dick finally slipped from inside me, he said, "Don't you worry, your hot little hole won't be empty long."
After he wiped his slippery schlong all over my lower back, Security Guy zipped up. That's when I heard the crackle of his radio as he called one of his guys. "Hey, Danny, we've got a small hole down here on the fifth floor back on the northern side of the building. Grab your gear and get down here to fill it."
"By the way, slut, if you liked my cock you're gonna love Danny's! His is about the same length as mine but even fatter. By the time you leave this place, you're gonna be able to stick a baseball bat up your ass and not feel a thing!" he added before laying a few more slaps on my already sensitive cheeks.
I heard the plastic part and tried my best to look, but I couldn't get in a very good position. That's when I heard Danny come running across the floor. He stopped to talk to my first glorious fuck of the day,
"Alright, Danny, I know you love some tight meat, and the slut that's tied up in there is willing and snug. Take your time and give him all you want. Just don't break him. He loves a good smacking on the ass while you fuck the snot out of him. He already came twice while I drilled his backdoor and would probably make a regular thing of this if we all just have some fun. Call me when you're done, and I'll get Steven or Eddie lined up to follow you."
"Thanks, Jim! Don't worry, I'll give him a nice long ride and fill him to the brim."
The next thing I heard was Danny coming through the plastic and setting down his tool belt. I felt a few quick swats on my buttocks before the tell-tale sound of a zipper lowering.
"Well, slut, it looks like you're ready to go. You've got ample lube, but are you ready for this beast?" Danny questioned as he slapped the side of my face with his impressive hardon.
"Mmm!" I murmured through my makeshift gag.
"I know, right! It is impressive, isn't it. By all rights, I should have been a porn star, but I love fucking too much to deal with all that bullshit. Speaking of which, it feels so much better than it looks. At least, that's what all my prior recipients have said. So let's get this thing inside that sweet ass of yours," Danny suggested as he moved back behind me. He swabbed in between and all over my buttocks to lube himself before unceremoniously pressing inside.
"Fuuuccckkk!" exited my mouth in a greatly muffled tone. He kept going until his sack slapped against mine and then quickly withdrew all the way.
"So, how was that?" he questioned with the tip pressed against my gaping pucker.
"Yesss," I mumbled while trying to push back against his waiting rod.
"Oh, so you want more then? Okay, here we go!"
Danny fucked me like a maestro led an orchestra. He knew exactly how to hit every spot perfectly and did so with a speed that kept me in a near-constant state of orgasmic bliss. During many strokes, he pulled out completely before driving back in just the tip and popping it in and out feverishly. Just when I thought I knew what was coming next, he'd change everything. At one point, he even stroked the tip of my shrunken prick like he was flicking a clit, which made me cum yet again.
"Normally, I could go all day just having fun with a taut little hole like yours, but I don't want to hog this nice ass all day. So, to be fair to the others who could use a nice cooperative place to empty their load, I'm going to give you mine. Where would you like it, slut?" Danny asked.
"Inside!" I growled through the now-saturated gag.
"You're my kind of whore. I love the ones who want to feel my seed filling their backsides. Maybe we should get together one day for a marathon fuck at my place. I love having a warm ass to fuck in my own bed for a whole day. It's just so comfortable in your own bed, isn't it?" Danny offered before ramping up his speed and dumping a generous load that flowed down my thighs as he pulled out.
He moved back towards my face and pulled the gag away long enough to slip his waning prick into my mouth for a taste. I sucked him deep and relished the flavor of our coupling.
"Damn, slut, you suck very well. Maybe we'll make it a whole weekend?" Danny added before pulling back out and replacing the gag.
Hearing him part the plastic, I then heard the radio again.
"I'm done filling that hole, but I think that Steven should swing by here and take a look and make sure it's done properly."
As soon as Danny left I dropped to my knees and rested until I heard the sound of parting plastic only a few minutes later.
"My, doesn't that ass look tasty," Steven purred as he lifted me up and pressed his face between my glutes.
His tongue was magical as it delved into my still slightly gaped pucker and gently washed away the remnants of my two previous partners. His oral skills were amazing as he tickled my smoothly shaven balls and sucked at my currently minuscule pecker.
Removing my gag as his ongoing admiration of my genitalia continued, I pleaded, "As good as all that feels, I'd really love to have your cock sliding in and out of my backside if you please."
"No worries. I was just familiarizing myself with all you have to offer. I'll gladly have my way with your cum pocket, you yummy little slut! Since you've already removed your gag, how about a little lubrication on the old dong to get us both going," Steven suggested as he presented his hefty tool to my lips.
"Does everyone here have a far-above-average cock?" I stated before sucking the tip into my mouth for a little exploration.
Drawing his wonderfully warm and lengthy wood into my mouth was like giving my first blowjob all over again. The memories of Sam taking advantage of my willing body had my own dong beginning to harden.
As I worked him deeper and deeper into my throat, he replied to my question. "Yes, we all have unusually oversized pricks here. I don't know why, maybe it's the excess testosterone that often accompanies people in our line of work, but whatever the cause, I think that you'll thoroughly enjoy all that we have to offer. Now, let's get back to the job at hand," Steven replied while pulling his tool from my face and moving into position behind me.
Steven's was longer than the others but not quite as thick. His first several inches disappeared easily into my backside until he reached new ground. With about two-thirds of his prize filling me, Steven began the enjoyably gradual process of pulling back and pressing in a little more each time. I kept thinking that the next press would have his balls resting against mine, but he just kept on pumping, to my great satisfaction. I honestly thought that it would be popping out of my mouth at any moment.
Then it finally happened. Steven's sack rested against mine, and he held himself there as he reached around with both hands and began to pull and twist my nipples. I clenched hard on his intruding dong as I began to quiver and cum on the concrete floor. My legs began to give, and Steven quickly grabbed my hips to hold me up through my orgasm.
"Undo the handcuffs so that you can get down on all fours if you need to," Steven uttered as one hand slipped forward to palm my cock and balls.
I hit the release on my left hand before slowly lowering myself down onto my hands and knees. Steven followed suit and continued to play with my junk while the other moved from one nipple to the other, pulling and twisting to my rapturous delight. Then the real fucking began. His increasingly aggressive fucking pushed me face-first onto the cool concrete floor as he reamed me out like only the roto-rooter man could. I was losing consciousness from the overabundance of stimulation until I was completely out.
To be continued...
