What the Cleaners Saw in the Changing Room

That afternoon with Lucía at the beach had been the most humiliating day of his life, and Mateo was not willing to let it happen again. She had it all recorded in her memory, he knew that, but two weeks had gone by with no news from her. She had not shown up again at the bar where he worked, and he certainly was not about to go and face her.

So he made a decision. He was going to be more of a man. The day after the disaster he signed up for the neighborhood gym, and although he had only been going for two weeks, he felt his arms were already a little stronger. He always went at midday, when the place was almost empty, so he would not run into anyone in the showers and no other man would get to see what he hid between his legs.

The bad thing was that at that same hour the cleaning women took advantage of it to scrub the men’s changing room, precisely because there were hardly any people around then.

There were two of them. One was probably around thirty and the other in her early forties. They were not models, but they were hot, and in that white work uniform their underwear showed whenever they bent down to mop. The older one had the outline of a round, heavy ass, two cheeks straining the fabric every time she leaned over, and the younger, slimmer one had small, firm tits showing through, with her nipples marking under the wet uniform. For Mateo, though, their presence was a problem. It forced him to calculate every move, to wait for the exact moment to get dressed without either of them catching him naked. That, over his dead body.

The showers were divided into two separate cubicles. That day, while he was soaping himself up, he heard another user enter the changing room and go into the cubicle next to his. He took advantage of the moment to head toward the lockers wrapped in his towel. Just as he was about to take it off, the two cleaners appeared, chatting away, already mopping the sink area.

Mateo froze. He played it cool by crouching over his gym bag, pretending to look for something, killing time until they got out of his sight.

He thought they were common as dirt. Always talking at the top of their voices, walking right in without a hint of shame even if men were half dressed. More than once he had seen them glance sideways at some naked guy and then whisper to each other while laughing. He was sure that later they went around telling other women what they had seen, weighing every dick as if they were cattle.

He was still bent over, pretending, when he heard the older woman’s voice cut through the air.

—Jesus, have you seen that?

Mateo looked up. A huge man had just come out of the showers; he had seen him before doing weights with a towel slung over his shoulder. He was tall, very muscular, dark-skinned, and nature had certainly been generous with him: even at rest, the dick hanging between his legs was thick, long, with a heavy purple glans swaying with every step, and a matching pair of balls, swollen and full.

—What a specimen, —the younger one added, not lowering her voice—. Now that’s some cock the guy’s got.

The two of them were looking at him without the slightest shame, with surprised faces and half smiles. The man, who at first seemed taken aback, ended up smiling too, pleased with himself, while he walked calmly toward the lockers, letting his dick swing in plain view of everyone.

—With a cock like that, I’d never go hungry again in my life —the older one said, and the two of them burst out laughing—. I’d eat it on my knees every morning.

—And at night, all the way up my cunt, —the younger one finished, biting her lip.

The guy went to his locker, which happened to be almost opposite Mateo’s. And Mateo, still bent over, felt his face burning with sheer rage. How dared they talk like that in front of a customer? It was unprofessional. They were rude bitches who thought they had the right to do and say whatever they pleased.

—And do you have a girlfriend? —the older one asked the big man, with a cheeky smile—. Because if not, yours truly is available for whatever you need.

That was when Mateo could not take it anymore and blew up.

—You’re disgusting! What the hell is wrong with you? You should be fired today!

The two of them looked at him, first surprised, and almost immediately the surprise turned into irritation.

—And what’s it to you? Nobody’s talking to you, —the younger one snapped.

—This is unacceptable, —he insisted, standing up and stepping closer with an air of superiority—. I’m speaking to your bosses today.

—If it bothers you that much, there must be a reason, —the older one said mockingly—. What, can’t you stand hearing people talk about cocks?

—That’s right, —the younger one finished, pinching her index finger and thumb together in a gesture that left no room for doubt—. Maybe yours is that tiny and that’s why it stings so much.

That worried him. What if they had seen him slip up somehow? What if they knew perfectly well what they were laughing about? Even so, pride won out over fear. He crossed his arms over the towel and threw back at them in an arrogant voice:

—You’d love to get your hands on the cock I’ve got here, sluts. I’d fuck the two of you until you couldn’t walk.

He had not finished the sentence when he felt a sharp yank. The big man had come up behind him without his noticing and ripped the towel away in one motion, leaving him completely exposed. Mateo grabbed at his crotch desperately, but it was too late. They had had more than enough time to see the wrinkled little piece of meat dangling between his thighs, almost hidden under a tuft of hair.

And the laughter exploded.

***

The younger one doubled over at the waist, pointing, unable to speak. The older one was laughing her head off, clinging to the wall so she would not fall.

—What is that little thing! —she managed to say between spasms—. It’s like a pinky finger!

—You can’t even see it! —the other one screeched—. So much bragging for this! That’s not even half a cock!

—The balls look like two chickpeas! —the older one added, bent double with laughter.

—Poor little thing, —the big man chimed in, laughing too—, don’t laugh at him, it’s not his fault they gave him such a small one.

—Shut up, asshole! —Mateo spat at him, red with hatred and shame.

—Now I get everything, —the younger one said, wiping a tear of laughter—. That’s why you were so bothered by what we were saying about cocks. Pure envy, you frustrated little shit. With that tiny excuse for a dick, you can’t have fucked anyone in your fucking life.

—Come on, do yourself a favor and don’t even bother, —the older one added—. That toy cock of yours isn’t good for going into any cunt. At most you jerk off looking at pictures, right?

Mateo could feel the blood hammering in his temples. They were going to find out who they were dealing with. He moved toward them with his arms rigid at his sides, forgetting once again to cover himself, which sparked another wave of laughter as soon as they looked at his crotch, where his cock, shriveled by shame, had almost vanished altogether.

—You’re whores! —he shouted, grabbing the older one by the shoulders, intending to shove her.

He did not get the chance. She drove her knee brutally between his legs, crushing his balls against the bone. Mateo folded in two, gasping for air, with a pain rising from his belly to his throat. He fell to his knees on the wet tiles, clutching his crotch with both hands, letting out thin, pitiful little moans that only made the two of them laugh even harder.

—Well, looks like those little balls hurt too, —the big man commented, having come to stand beside them, still naked, his thick heavy dick hanging in full view, watching the scene with a smile.

The three of them kept laughing for a good while, with Mateo sprawled on the floor, doubled over, unable to do anything but listen to them. And then the older woman, still breathless from laughter, turned to the man and said in another tone:

—Well, look at that, all this has got my cunt nice and wet.

—Oh yeah? —he replied, raising one eyebrow.

—Uh-huh, —she murmured, and ran her hand down his stomach to the base of his cock, wrapping her fingers around it, starting to stroke it slowly, weighing it, pulling the foreskin back and forth until the glans emerged thick, shiny, and purple—. Jesus, I can barely close my hand around it.

***

They kissed without hurry, she not letting go of his cock, him sliding his hand under her work uniform skirt, moving her panties aside and parting the lips of her cunt with two fingers. The woman gave a rough moan into his mouth the moment she felt the fingers sinking in. Mateo, defeated on the floor, felt the pain in his balls slowly ease, just enough for him to prop himself up halfway and watch everything from below, like a spectator nobody had invited.

The woman pulled away only to take off the white uniform. She was left in her underwear, with big tits spilling out of the bra and panties already darkened by dampness, and knelt in front of him. The big man was already fully erect, and now that it was standing up the cock was even more impressive than at rest: thick as a wrist, long, with swollen veins running along it from top to bottom and a clear drop peeking out at the tip.

—God, —she whispered—, I’ve never had a cock like that in front of me. I can’t even get my hands around it with both hands.

She grabbed it with both hands and started sucking it slowly, first licking the whole glans like it was an ice cream, circling the edge with her tongue, and then opening her mouth as wide as she could to take in as much as would fit. She choked, coughed, tears sprang to her eyes, and she took it into her mouth again and again, leaving strings of spit hanging between her lips and the shaft. He let out air through his teeth, head thrown back and eyes closed, one hand on the back of her neck pushing her deeper.

—That’s it, slut, swallow it whole, —he growled—. Get it down your throat.

The younger one watched them biting her lip, one hand already under her uniform, touching herself over her panties. She did not take long to make up her mind.

—Hey, I want to suck it too.

She stripped off her uniform just as fast, unhooked her bra and her small, perky tits sprang free with her nipples hard, and she knelt beside her companion. The two of them took turns, passing the cock from one mouth to the other, laughing at each other, licking it from both sides at once like it was a cone. The older one took care of the glans, sucking it with tight lips, while the younger one went lower and shoved his balls into her mouth, one after another, tugging at them with her tongue. Then they switched. Their fingers groped over the whole shaft, brushed against each other, searched over the man’s stomach and thighs.

At one point, the older woman turned her head toward Mateo, who was still lying nearby, the spit-slick cock hanging from her lips, and said in a low voice, almost sweetly, which made it even worse:

—See what a real cock is, you fucking eunuch? This is what fucks a woman.

Then she went back to it with a cruel smile, giving every movement to him on purpose, as if the real show were forcing him to watch. The younger one stood up, took off her soaked panties, and sat astride the big man’s face, since he had lain back on the bench. He grabbed her ass with both hands and started eating her pussy, plunging his tongue between her lips, sucking her clit hard. She held on to the wall, throwing her head back, moaning loudly.

—Fuck, yes, eat it well, don’t stop, —she panted, rocking her hips against his face.

The older one, meanwhile, kept at it with the cock, now sucking it with more fury, bobbing her head up and down, spitting on it to lube it up, working it with both hands while she sucked it. When the younger one could not take any more, she got down from the bench, got on all fours on the wet floor, and arched her back, offering her open cunt.

—Put it in already, asshole, I need it.

The big man stood up, got behind her, and drove his cock into her with one hard thrust. The younger one let out a muffled cry that bounced off the tiles. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard, mercilessly, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust, the flesh of her cheeks rippling from the impact. The older one moved to the side, bent down, and started licking the man’s balls while he pumped away, and she put two fingers into the younger one’s ass at the same time.

—Yes, fuck, yes! —the younger one screamed—. You’re tearing my cunt apart!

After a while, they switched. The older woman lay on her back on the bench, spread her legs, and he sank between her thick thighs, burying his whole cock in her in one shot. She let out a howl, eyes half closed, and wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper. He was fucking her big tits with his hands, squeezing them, sucking her dark nipples, and she ran her nails down his back, leaving marks.

—Break me, harder, give me everything —she moaned in his ear—. Break this whore cunt of mine.

The younger one, meanwhile, had climbed on top of the older one’s face and was riding her mouth, and the two women were licking and fucking each other with their tongues while he took turns pounding them, switching cunts every few minutes, pulling his shiny cock out of one to shove it into the other. The man started breathing harder, tensing up his whole body, warning that he was at the limit.

—Yeah, yeah... I’m about to cum, —he panted.

He pulled his cock out of the older one’s cunt and the two women reacted at once, climbed down to the floor, knelt in front of him side by side, never stopping stroking his cock with their hands, mouths open and tongues out, waiting. He worked it with both hands, aiming it at their faces, and let out a deep, hoarse grunt, emptying himself over the two faces waiting for it. Thick jets of viscous semen splashed over them, on their foreheads, noses, lips, tongues, hanging in threads between one woman’s cheeks and the other’s chin. They never looked away from him, smiling, satisfied, while they ran their fingers over their faces and licked the cum off the tips of their nails, sharing it, spitting it into each other’s mouths.

When he finished, the big man looked down at them, out of breath, and the two women gave him a knowing smile before turning, both at once, their faces dripping with semen, toward the corner where Mateo was still there.

And what they found finished him off completely. Because he, in pain and humiliated, had been turned on all the same. He was half kneeling, pinching his pathetic little cock with three fingers, jerking it as best he could because it was too small to even get a whole hand around, unable to look away from the scene, the foreskin sliding barely a couple of millimeters up and down.

The man let out a dry laugh.

—Look at the little runt, the poor bastard’s even beating it off.

The two women, still with their faces shining with cum, looked at him with a contempt they did not bother to hide.

—Come on, cum, worm, —the younger one snapped—, let’s see if you’ve got enough balls for that.

That was enough for Mateo. With a strangled moan, a sound of defeat more than pleasure, he came right there, leaving only a few ridiculous drops on the wet tiles, four thin splashes that mixed with the shower water, in front of the three of them.

—Just look at that, he only squeezed out four little tears, —the older one mocked—. He can’t even cum properly.

She took a step closer. She leaned toward him, looked him in the eyes and, without losing her smile, spit on him with a slow, calculated gesture, a thick gob that landed on his face and slid down to his mouth, mixed with the traces of the other man’s semen that were still left on his lips.

—Trash, —she said—. That’s all you’re worth. Swallow it.

She straightened up, picked up her uniform from the floor and, while getting dressed without even wiping the cum off her face, made a comment to her companion that made them laugh again. None of the three looked at him again. For them he no longer existed, and in some twisted way, that was exactly what he had come to that changing room for without daring to admit it.

Mateo was left alone on the floor, with the bitter taste of the spit in his mouth and his cock still in his hand, listening to the laughter fade down the corridor. The next day, at the same time as always, he went back.