The Mature Woman from the Workshop Let Them Record Her

When they came to install the curtain rods, I had already been bored and in a bad mood for half the morning. My husband was out of town, the house was silent, and I, fresh out of the shower, had that mix of heat and anxiety that sometimes rises through my body without asking permission. The two men were working in my bedroom: one more talkative, with a crooked smile; the other quiet, broad-shouldered, and with a stare that weighed more than it should have.

They weren’t young guys. That was clear to me the moment I saw them come in with their tools. Two grown men, weathered, with strong hands and that dry confidence of men who know how to do their work without bowing their heads to anyone. Even so, I was amused to notice how their eyes kept drifting when I crossed the hallway with my robe hanging open.

I’ve always liked to provoke a little. Not out of romance or innocent play, but for the simple pleasure of feeling the effect I can have. At my age I don’t need to pretend to be shy or act surprised; I know what happens when a man imagines what he shouldn’t touch.

I came out of the bath and remembered I had left my underwear in the bedroom dresser. I hesitated for just a second. Then I wrapped myself in the towel, adjusted it over my breasts, and went in as if nothing were wrong, head high, convinced that a cold look would be enough to keep everything in its place.

—Don’t take too long —I said, walking to the dresser—. I want this tidied up before tonight.

The more talkative one, whose name I later learned was Mauro, climbed down from the ladder without taking his eyes off my wet legs.

—We’re almost done, ma’am.

The other, Iván, said nothing. He just followed me with his eyes while I opened the drawer. I felt the cool air on my thighs. The towel loosened slightly, enough for them to catch a flash of skin, the curve of a butt cheek, the side of my bare hip.

I didn’t fix it right away. I did it on purpose. That was my mistake, or my choice, depending on how you want to tell it.

—Looking for this? —Mauro asked behind me.

I turned and found him far too close. In his hand he was holding my black panties, which he must have picked up off the floor beside the bed. I don’t know when he moved or how he dared. What I do know is that the bedroom suddenly felt smaller and the silence became something else.

—Put those down —I ordered.

—If you’re coming for them —he said, bringing them up to my face—, you’ll have to ask properly.

I should have slapped his face. I should have thrown them out of the house. Instead I stood still, my heart pounding in my chest and a clumsy wetness starting to gather between my legs. Iván was still behind me. I could feel him by the pressure of his body, by the heat of his breath near my shoulder.

—You’re crossing the line —I muttered, though my voice came out less steady than I wanted.

Mauro smiled. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was the smile of a man who had already noticed my hesitation.

—Then tell us to stop —he said—. But look us in the face when you do.

I didn’t. I lowered my gaze to my own hands clenched around the towel, and that was enough. Iván touched me first: a broad hand on my waist, heavy, sure. Mauro brushed a wet strand of hair off my forehead and then slid two fingers down my neck to the improvised neckline of the towel.

—You’re shaking —he said—. And it’s not from fear.

—Don’t get it wrong —I replied, though my nipples were already hard against the damp fabric.

Mauro kissed me without asking permission. It was a direct kiss, mouth open, tongue forcing its way in as if he had the right. I wanted to pull away. I truly wanted to. But Iván’s hand moved down from my waist to my belly and held me with a firmness that undid me. When Mauro squeezed one breast over the towel, I moaned against his mouth before I could stop myself.

That lit them both up completely.

Iván yanked the towel from behind. It fell to the floor like surrender. I was left naked between them, still dripping from the bath, skin prickling and face burning with shame and heat. Mauro let out a low laugh when he saw me fully exposed.

—Look at you —he said—. All that authority just to end up this open.

—Shut up —I answered, but I didn’t cover my body.

They pushed me onto the bed. Not with uncontrolled violence, but with that kind of determination that leaves no room for argument. I landed sitting on the edge of the mattress and Mauro knelt between my legs. Iván took the phone I had left on the nightstand. I watched him turn on the camera and a shiver ran through my whole body.

—Don’t even think about it —I told him.

—Just a keepsake —he answered, aiming it at me—. If you behave, we’ll see later.

I wanted to argue, but Mauro ripped my legs open and shut me up with his face buried between my thighs. The first lick knocked the air out of me. His tongue was broad, hot, obscene. He spread my cunt with his tongue, licking from the entrance up to the clit and back down slowly, as if he wanted to taste everything. I had been tense for so long that pleasure hit me with an almost humiliating violence.

—Fuck… —slipped out of me.

—That’s it —said Iván from behind the phone—. That sounds better.

Mauro licked me without any pretty delicacy. He shoved in his tongue, sucked my clit, parted my lips with his fingers and spat on my cunt before going back to eating me out. The sound of his mouth, the shine of my wetness, and the certainty that they were watching me turned me on more than I wanted to admit. I started moving on my own, seeking his mouth, grinding against his face like a desperate woman.

—Look at her —Mauro said, lifting his head just enough to speak—. A minute ago she was giving orders and now she’s fucking my tongue.

Iván let out a low laugh. I turned my face toward him and saw the phone pointed straight at me, catching my spread body, my trembling legs, my heaving chest.

—Stop recording —I panted.

—When you finish the first time —he said—. Not before.

Mauro shoved two fingers into me all at once. I groaned and arched my back. He pulled them out, thrust them back in, deeper this time, curling them inside while he licked my clit with brutal insistence. The combination unraveled me. I felt the orgasm surge up fast, hot, inevitable. I grabbed his hair, closed my thighs around his head, and came trembling over his mouth, moaning without elegance, unable to think of anything but that filthy pleasure draining me out.

Iván didn’t stop filming for a second.

—What a good slut —he said under his breath—. Look how she comes.

Hearing that made me clench my teeth. I should have been offended. Instead, I spread my legs wider while Mauro licked what came out of me.

When he finally lifted his head, his chin was wet. He looked at me the way someone looks at a dish they still want more of.

—Now I want to hear you ask for it.

—I’m not asking you for anything.

Iván set the phone on a shelf, aimed toward the bed, and started unbuttoning his pants. His cock came out hard, thick, heavy, and my stomach jolted when I saw it. Mauro did the same. In that instant I understood I wasn’t going to get just one mouth or just one cock. And that certainty made me wetter.

—Get on all fours —Mauro ordered.

I looked at him with anger, breathing deeply. Then I obeyed. I climbed onto the bed, braced myself on my hands and knees, and lifted my ass. Not because they overpowered me, but because I was already burning and wanted to feel them open me properly. I heard Mauro suck on two fingers, then felt his hand spreading my ass cheeks.

—Wet like a bitch —he said.

He pushed one finger inside me, then two, pumping slowly while Iván took position in front of me. He grabbed my chin and forced my face up.

—Open your mouth.

I did. The tip of his cock touched my lips and entered heavy, tasting like skin and a faint salty trace. He didn’t shove it all the way in at first. He let me get used to it, pushing little by little, while Mauro kept fingering me from behind. I was trapped between both rhythms, with a cock in my mouth and deep fingers in my cunt. I started moaning around him, and the sound vibrated along his cock.

—That’s it, ma’am —Iván said—. Suck it properly.

I grabbed his thighs to steady myself and started sucking it eagerly. It no longer made sense to keep pretending to be proper. I took as much as I could, let him set the pace with a hand in my hair, and felt him harden even more. Mauro pulled his fingers out and smeared my entrance with my own wetness before placing the head of his cock there.

—Now —he said—. Stay still.

The first thrust tore a muffled moan out of me around the cock in my mouth. He came in hard, thick, opening me all at once. I went rigid, gripping the sheets with one hand while the other clung to Iván’s leg. Mauro withdrew just a little and thrust in again, deeper this time. I felt my ass collide with his belly and my cunt swallow him in jerks.

—Fuck… yes… —I managed to say when Iván let me pull my mouth off him for a second.

That was enough for Mauro to start fucking me in earnest. No slow caresses or soft promises. He took me with long, deep thrusts, opening me over and over until the impact stopped hurting and turned into pure, rough pleasure. Every time he drove in, my body lurched forward and took more of Iván’s cock into my mouth. I ended up drooling all over him, swallowing spit and moans while they destroyed my cunt from behind.

—Say it —Mauro murmured, grabbing my hip—. Tell me you like it.

I pulled my mouth off Iván with effort, a strand of saliva dripping onto the sheet.

—Yes… I like it… I love being fucked like this.

Mauro slapped my ass cheek. Hard. Then again.

—That’s what I wanted to hear.

The scene grew filthier and filthier. Iván shoved his cock into my mouth until it made me tear up and then let me catch my breath just long enough to jam it back in. Mauro fucked me with a steady, savage rhythm, using my body as if it already belonged to him. I ended up squeezing them both, moaning louder and louder, lost in that place where the body takes over and the mind is useless.

The second orgasm hit while I had half a cock down my throat. My cunt clamped around Mauro and he spat a curse through his teeth when he felt me come. I stayed trembling, mouth open and body soaked, but they didn’t let me rest. Iván pulled his cock out of my mouth and flipped me onto the bed.

I ended up on my back, legs open, chest rising and falling out of control. The phone was still recording from the shelf. Mauro grabbed my knees and spread them wider. Iván climbed onto the bed with me and placed the tip at the entrance to my cunt, still stretched open.

—You’re going to take it all —he said.

He entered slowly at first, pushing with the weight of his hips. He was thicker than the other one, and I felt him opening me little by little, stretching me until he truly filled me. I moaned, scratched his arm, tried to close my legs, but Mauro held them firmly apart.

—Relax —he said with almost cruel calm—. You can see it fits.

Iván kept sinking in until he was buried almost completely. It hurt a little. It excited me a lot. When he started moving, short and deep, the pain mixed with a brutal feeling of fullness that made my eyes roll back. Mauro stepped aside to bring his cock in front of my face.

—Now suck me while he splits you open —he said.

I obeyed without arguing. I took him into my mouth while Iván fucked me with a rhythm that grew harder and harder. The bed creaked, my breasts bounced, saliva ran down my chin, and by then I no longer knew what turned me on more: being used by both of them or knowing I’d have to face what they had recorded afterward.

Mauro pulled his cock out of my mouth and stroked my cheek with the wet tip.

—Look at the camera.

I did. I saw my face wrecked with pleasure, my eyes shining, my hair stuck to my forehead, my mouth open. I saw Iván going in and out between my legs. I saw Mauro smiling, proud to have me like this.

—If you don’t cooperate, this won’t get deleted —he said.

The blackmail hit me colder than the room’s air. I swallowed. For a moment I filled with rage. But instead of stopping everything, what came out of my mouth was something else.

—Then do it properly —I said—. If you’re going to fuck me, do it until I have no strength left.

Mauro burst out laughing and kissed me hard.

—That’s more like it.

Iván started fucking me harder. Without pause. Deep thrusts that shook me to the core. I took him by opening my legs wider, digging my heels into his back, feeling his cock brush me inside exactly where I needed it. I came again with a hoarse cry, clamping down so hard on him that he froze for a second to avoid coming too soon. Then he pulled out of me and left me panting, dripping.

—Turn over —said Mauro.

—Again?

—Now from the ass.

The sentence alone tightened every muscle in me. I had played with toys, had tried fingers, even a cock once or twice, but never something like this, not with one of these two and especially not after everything I already had on me. I closed my legs on reflex.

—Don’t train me like this —I said—. If you want my ass, work it first.

Mauro arched a brow, amused.

—Well, well, the lady has experience.

—I have common sense —I answered—. There’s lube and plugs in the dresser drawer. Use them or you’re not getting in.

That excited them even more. Mauro opened the drawer and gave a low whistle when he saw the toys. Iván brought the lubricant and made me kneel again, this time with my chest pressed to the mattress and my ass raised high. I felt the first cold stream of gel between my cheeks. Then Mauro’s lubed finger, circling the entrance with unexpected patience.

—Breathe —he said.

He slipped one finger in slowly. It burned a little. I let it pass. Then he added a second, moving them carefully inside, opening and closing me around them while Iván caressed my cunt from the front, keeping me wet, aroused, distracted. I ended up pushing back on my own, asking for more without saying it.

—Look at her —Iván murmured—. Her ass is loosening up just from being hot.

Mauro pulled his fingers out and used the small plug. It went in with resistance, but it eventually gave way. It made me gasp hard. He left it there a moment, then switched it for the medium one. That one made me grip the sheets and let out a more serious groan. They worked me slowly, in and out, adding lube, waiting for my body to yield. By the time they pulled the second one out, my ass was throbbing and my cunt was dripping nonstop.

—One more —said Mauro, taking the biggest one.

—Do it right —I begged him, my voice broken.

He rested it at the entrance and pushed very slowly. I felt myself opening evenly, hot, insistent. Yes, it hurt, but it also filled me with a strange electricity, a mix of vulnerability and dirty desire that had me moaning into the pillow. When it finally went in up to the widest part, I stayed still, breathing in jerks.

—Fuck, what an ass —Iván said, giving me a gentle slap.

Mauro moved it a little before pulling it out. I felt the sensitive opening, prepared, hungry and afraid all at once.

—Now —he said.

Iván lay on his back on the bed and Mauro told me to mount him. I understood his idea right away. I sat astride Iván’s cock, lowering myself little by little until I buried it completely in my cunt again. He grabbed my waist while I started bouncing, searching for the rhythm. Mauro positioned himself behind me, aligning the lubricated tip at my open ass.

—Easy —he murmured—. It goes in when you breathe.

The head pushed at my hole and my body reacted on its own, clenching. Mauro held my hips so I wouldn’t run. He pressed again. I felt the sharp burn of the tip going in, stretching me slowly, forcing me to give in. I let out a short cry and collapsed forward onto Iván’s chest.

—That’s it, it’s in —said Mauro.

Not all of it. Just the tip and a little more. But the size felt enormous. I kept breathing, with Iván inside my cunt and Mauro working my ass inch by inch. The double sensation stunned me. Every time I lowered myself onto one cock, the other moved too. My body didn’t know where to focus. It hurt and felt good at the same time, and that combination pushed me to the edge of madness.

—Slower… —I begged.

—If you want me to keep going, say it nicely —Mauro replied.

I clenched my teeth. Then I gave in.

—Keep fucking my ass… but slowly.

He smiled and complied halfway. He pushed in a little more, then withdrew just a bit, then went back in, using the lube and my own trembling to open me wider. I rode Iván almost without noticing, impaled on his cock while they conquered me from behind inch by inch. When Mauro got more than halfway in, I thought he would split me open. Instead of pulling away, I moaned louder.

—What a fucking wonder —Iván said, looking at my face—. You’re really enjoying this.

I was. I couldn’t deny it. Tears sprang to my eyes from the intensity, not from regret. I felt full on both ends, stretched, used, completely out of control. Mauro was pumping me with a short but steady rhythm now, in and out of my ass while Iván lifted me and lowered me onto his cock in my cunt. Every collision made me see flashes of light.

—I’m going to come —I warned, almost crying.

—Then come —Mauro growled—. Come with both inside.

That’s what I did. I came brutally, clamping down on them both at once, my body convulsing and my head empty. I screamed without being able to stop myself. Mauro kept thrusting for a few more seconds until I felt his breathing break. He stayed buried in my ass and came inside with a deep groan, spilling in long pulses while I kept trembling.

He slid out slowly. I felt the emptiness and then the lube mixed with his come sliding between my cheeks. Iván held me a moment longer, still buried in my cunt. I was limp, exhausted, but when he kissed my neck I reacted again with a low moan.

—I’m not done yet —he said.

Mauro took the phone from the shelf and came over to record up close. I saw the gleam of the screen and something inside me churned, half fear, half dirty excitement.

—Delete it afterward —I told him, panting.

—We’ll see —he replied.

Iván flipped me over, laid me face down, and lifted my hips slightly. Without much warning, he placed the tip back at my still-open ass. It went in more easily than the other one. Easier, but no less intense. I let out a hoarse moan and pressed my forehead into the pillow while he buried himself deep, taking advantage of how stretched I already was.

—Now it all fits —he said with satisfaction.

He started fucking me in the ass with old hunger, as if he had been waiting all afternoon for this moment. Every thrust shifted my pelvis and made me clench my empty cunt. Mauro, seeing that, positioned himself in front of my face and put two fingers in my mouth for me to suck, then rubbed my clit with his other hand. The combination was obscene. I no longer had the strength to argue about anything. I just spread my knees wider and let them have their way with me through those endless, hot minutes.

Iván eventually came inside my ass too, with one last series of hard hits that made me scream his name. Then he pulled out with a hiss and collapsed sitting on the edge of the bed. I lay there, gasping, legs trembling and body soaked with sweat, saliva, lube, and semen.

For a few seconds nobody spoke. Only our breathing could be heard.

Then Mauro turned off the camera.

—Now —I said, turning my head toward him—. Give me the phone.

He looked at me. I was still naked, open, exhausted, but I met his gaze again with the authority I had lost at first and was slowly getting back.

—I told you that if I cooperated, you’d delete it.

Mauro handed it over. Maybe because he had already gotten what he wanted. Maybe because deep down he knew I wasn’t going to report anything I had also wanted. I took the phone with hands still shaking and deleted the video in front of both of them, emptying the trash too.

—Done —I said.

Iván let out a tired laugh.

—What a temper. Even after we left her unable to walk.

I sat up slowly. My cunt was sensitive, my ass burning, my legs weak. Even so, I smiled.

—Don’t confuse fucking me with taming me.

They got dressed while I went to the bathroom to wash up. Seeing myself in the mirror, with my face flushed, my hair messy, and finger marks on my hips, I felt an intimate jolt of satisfaction that embarrassed me and excited me all over again. I had crossed a brutal line with two neighbors who came into my house to work. And the worst, or the best, was that I knew that wouldn’t be the last time I thought about calling them.

When I came out, Mauro was adjusting the last curtain support. Iván was gathering the tools as if he hadn’t emptied my ass out minutes before. The normality of the scene struck me as almost indecent.

—We’re done, ma’am —Mauro said, with half a smile.

I walked to the bedroom door and held it open for them to leave. Before passing by my side, Iván brushed my waist lightly with two fingers, enough to make me clamp my thighs together.

—If you need another repair at the house —he murmured—, you know who to call.

I waited to hear the front door close. Then I went back to the bed, sat slowly on the edge, and looked at the new curtains, perfectly installed. Between my legs I could still feel the pulse of everything that had happened. I closed my eyes, touched the inside of my thigh barely at all, and smiled to myself.

Next time, I thought, the camera doesn’t turn on unless I want it to. But being fucked again… that I’m not going to deny.