I Teased the Warehouse Workers and Gave Myself to Them All

My name is Marisol, although almost everyone calls me Mari. I’m thirty-one years old, divorced, childless, and for the past few months I’ve been living alone in a small apartment on the edge of the industrial district. I work as an accounting assistant at an agency and, since my car is still in the shop, I depend on public transportation. The bus drops me several blocks from the office, along a long, deserted stretch of road: vacant lots, old walls, and, right in the middle, a building-materials warehouse with a sheet-metal gate that is always open.

From the first day, I noticed the men who worked there. There were six of them, all in their forties, weathered by the sun, shirtless, their torsos dusty with cement and their worn leather belts hanging from their waists. They carried sacks toward a truck and moved like men who no longer had anything to prove to anyone. That first afternoon I crossed to the other sidewalk so I wouldn’t get dirty, convinced they hadn’t even seen me.

I was wrong. When I left the office, with the sun already low, I passed by again and heard them whistling. They said things, loudly and without shame—“look at that ass,” “I’d fuck her all night,” “that bitch is begging for cock”—and I quickened my pace, my heart pounding against my chest. But that night I couldn’t sleep. Not because I was afraid. Every time I remembered their words, I felt an uncomfortable heat between my legs, that strange mixture of shame and desire. I shoved two fingers into my soaking-wet cunt and made myself come thinking about them, their calloused hands squeezing my tits, their hard cocks pushing inside me without asking permission. Since the divorce, I had convinced myself that no one found me attractive anymore. And suddenly six strangers were looking at me as though I were the only interesting thing on that dead street.

I decided to stop being afraid of them. Better yet, I decided to play.

***

The next day I chose my outfit carefully: a very tight black spaghetti-strap blouse, ripped jeans clinging to my hips, and high-heeled sandals. I knew I wouldn’t be able to run in those clothes even if I wanted to, and that was exactly what I was looking for. I put on my usual makeup, red lipstick and large silver hoops, and sprayed on a sweet perfume. As I dressed, I wasn’t thinking about the office. I was thinking about them.

This time I didn’t cross the street. I walked slowly right past the gate. I felt their eyes travel down my neck, my tits, my crotch, like hands that still didn’t dare touch me.

“Good afternoon, miss,” said one of them, the oldest, a burly man with a tattoo on his arm.

“Good afternoon,” I replied, and kept walking.

Behind me I heard them muttering among themselves. “She’s fucking gorgeous.” “I’d split her ass open.” “Shut up, asshole, she’ll hear you.” My knees went weak and I felt my panties grow damp just from listening to them. I spent the entire day at the office watching the clock, my cunt wet, distracted, imagining what would happen if one day I stopped. In the agency bathroom I pulled down my panties and touched myself with my back against the door, biting my lip to keep from moaning, coming with the image of those six cocks surrounding me.

***

That afternoon I stopped. Before reaching the gate, I hid behind some bushes growing in the vacant lot, took off my bra, and put it in my purse. I caressed my breasts until my nipples hardened and showed through the fabric. I lowered my blouse a little, just enough. When I peered toward the entrance, the oldest one—Ramón, I learned later—saw me and gestured to the others. Within seconds all six were on the sidewalk, beers in hand, looking at me as though I were the end of their workday.

“You’ve only just started passing by here, right?” one of them asked.

“Recently,” I said. “My name’s Mari.”

They introduced themselves one by one. Ramón, the one with the tattoo. Beto, who laughed easily. Damián, the quietest and biggest of them all. I greeted them with a kiss on the cheek, and when I leaned over, my blouse gave way a little more than it should have. I saw Ramón’s hand go to his pants, squeezing the bulge already showing thickly beneath the fabric, and I felt the ground shift beneath me.

“It’s getting dark, and I’m afraid of the walk,” I said, pretending to be more nervous than I was.

“Nobody here’s going to do anything to you, miss. If you want, you can have a beer with us one day,” Beto offered.

“Won’t the boss get angry?”

“He’s away on a trip. He almost never comes around. It’s just us.”

I smiled. The idea of staying there, alone with those six men, with six hard cocks waiting for me, lit me up inside. We agreed I would come back the next day at the same time. I adjusted my strap with studied clumsiness and said goodbye. As I walked away, I heard them talking about me, about my body, about how they were going to fuck me, who would get me first, whether I would swallow their cum or they would come on my face. I nearly turned back. But I wanted it to be perfect.

***

I didn’t go to work the next day. I spent the day getting ready as if for the most important date of my life. I shaved everything, my cunt smooth and soft, my ass without a single hair. I did my nails and bought black lingerie that cost me a fortune. At a discreet shop I also bought lubricant—the good kind, the kind meant for assfucking. I knew perfectly well what I was going to do, and still I couldn’t stop.

That afternoon I bathed with scented soaps, straightened my hair, painted my lips red, and put on my silver hoops. I chose a very short black stretch-fabric dress with a neckline I could raise or lower at will. I left home with the dress reaching mid-calf, like a respectable lady. On the bus, every man looked at me. And inside, I was already at the warehouse, already feeling myself spread-legged over the cement sacks.

When I arrived, they were already drinking. It smelled of cigarettes, cement, and sweat from a full day of work. Exactly what I wanted. Ramón came over, took me by the waist, and spoke into my ear in a hoarse voice.

“You look gorgeous, Mari. I thought about you all night.”

“Thank you,” I said, genuinely blushing this time, feeling his hard cock against my hip.

They gave me a chair, opened a beer for me, and we started talking as though it were the most normal thing in the world. Then the tequila came out. We drank it straight from plastic cups, and the alcohol loosened my tongue and my body.

“All right, tell me the truth,” I said, my voice already warm. “What do you like most about me?”

They laughed, looked at one another, and hesitated. Then one of them said I had beautiful tits and that he was dying to suck them. Another said I had an ass made for splitting open with cock. Beto, without the slightest shame, said he wanted to fill my mouth with cum and watch me swallow every last drop. Each word tightened my stomach with pure excitement; each word made me gush between my legs. I got up from my chair and sat down among them on the cement sacks, pretending I wanted a better look at Ramón’s tattoo. I traced his arm with my fingernails, kissed him, leaving the red mark of my lips, and lowered my hand to the bulge in his pants. It was hard, thick, throbbing beneath the denim.

“Would you like to see them?” I asked, my hand on my cleavage.

“Yes, beautiful. Show us those tits.”

***

I asked to go to the bathroom for a moment. When I came back, I had taken off my bra and pulled my dress up to mid-thigh. They were already sitting closer together, quieter, more tense, and some of them were already stroking themselves through their pants. I asked for more tequila and downed it in one gulp.

“Where were we? Oh, right. I was going to show you something.”

I asked Ramón to lower the zipper at my back. They all moved closer. I slid the straps down very slowly, feeling my skin prickle as I was left bare to the waist. My tits were exposed, my nipples stiff and pointing toward them. No one spoke. They only breathed, and I could hear them swallowing.

“Come here,” I said, opening my arms.

Damián went to lower the metal shutter. The warehouse was closed off, dimly lit. For a second I was afraid: I was alone, locked inside, at the mercy of six men no one knew were with me. And that fear, instead of stopping me, pushed me forward.

“I want all of you to use me,” I said, my voice trembling. “Fuck me any way you damn well want. Do whatever you want to me. Just don’t really hurt me.”

I hadn’t finished speaking when hands were already everywhere. Mouths on my tits, biting my nipples until I screamed; rough fingers spreading open my soaked cunt; someone pulling my hair firmly to kiss my mouth, shoving his tongue all the way in. Ramón stood behind me and fondled my ass while biting my neck. Beto sucked one tit while another man pinched the other until I arched my back. They brought out an old mattress and laid me down on it. They ripped off what clothing remained, and I was left naked except for my heels, which they asked me to keep on because they made my ass stick out more.

They unbuckled their belts. When they lowered their pants and those six cocks sprang into the open air, I moaned despite myself. They were big, thick, different: some longer, others wider, all hard and leaking. Damián had the biggest, dark and veined, the size of my forearm, with heavy, full balls hanging beneath it.

“Suck them, you bitch, suck every one of them,” Ramón said, grabbing my hair.

They knelt me on the mattress and made me suck them one by one. I started with Ramón’s, taking it all the way down my throat, feeling my mouth fill, the salty taste of pre-cum flooding my tongue. I sucked it hard and noisily, spitting saliva over his balls while he guided my head mercilessly. When he pulled it out so I could breathe, another cock was already waiting at my lips. Beto shoved it in and made me gag. Another rubbed his against my face, painting my cheeks with its drooling tip. Damián waited until the end. When he brought his to me, I could barely fit its head in my mouth. I swallowed it as best I could, tears running through my mascara, and he pressed the back of my neck to bury it deeper.

“That’s it, little whore. Look at how you take it,” he growled.

Damián, the biggest one, spread my legs and lowered his head. His tongue was thick and rough, and he licked my cunt from top to bottom without stopping, sucking my swollen clit while two fingers pushed inside me and pried me open. I arched my back against the mattress and screamed. The others took turns: one mouth on a nipple, biting it; another on the other; a cock brushing my lips until I took it and sucked it desperately. I felt overwhelmed, filled everywhere, with five pairs of hands fondling every inch of my skin, and I didn’t want them to stop.

Damián put me on all fours. He gripped my hips with those enormous hands and placed the tip of that monstrous cock at the entrance to my cunt. He pushed it in slowly, opening me, and still it drew a hoarse cry from me. I was so wet, so dripping, that after the first thrust it slid all the way in at once, to the hilt, until it struck my womb. He pounded me hard and without pause, every thrust making my tits bounce, every blow drawing an “oh” from my throat. I felt his balls slap against my clit with every thrust. The others took turns filling my mouth, one sliding his cock between my lips while another squeezed my tits from behind and bit the nape of my neck.

“Look at how she takes it, you bitch, look at how she welcomes it,” Damián panted behind me.

“Yes, like that, harder, fuck me harder,” I moaned, pushing my ass back against him.

I came almost immediately, trembling, feeling my cunt clamp down in spasms around that enormous cock. Damián let out a roar and drove himself to the bottom. I felt him empty himself inside me in hot spurts, felt his semen fill me and run down my thighs when he finally pulled out.

“Yes! That’s it, don’t stop!” I moaned, no longer recognizing my own voice.

Ramón was next. He mounted me from the front, spread my legs back, and drove his cock into me in one thrust. He fucked differently from Damián: fast and nervous, biting my nipples as he pounded me. Beto came up to my face and put his cock in my mouth at the same time. I sucked it while Ramón split me open below. Another man grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock so I would jerk him off. There I was, with three cocks at once, and two more were still waiting their turn.

Ramón came across my tits, thick white spurts painting my nipples and running down to my belly. Beto couldn’t hold back and came in my mouth; I swallowed it all without letting a drop fall, then licked the tip clean. He stroked my cheek, panting.

“What a delicious blowjob, baby. You swallow it so well.”

They continued, one after another. They took me against some cement sacks, folded me over them with my tits pressed against the rough fabric, and then I asked for what frightened me most and what I desired most.

“My ass. I want you to fuck it.”

Damián let out a hoarse laugh. He took the lubricant I had brought in my purse—they had found it earlier—and poured a cold stream over my hole. He spread it with two fingers, pushing them in to the knuckle, slowly opening me. Then he placed the tip of that huge cock against my anus and pushed. It entered slowly, and it hurt, it hurt like nothing ever had, and tears escaped me while my nails dug into the sacks. I felt as though he were splitting me in two.

“Take it, mama, take all of me,” he whispered, never stopping his push.

For an instant I wanted him to stop. But after a while the pain began to fade, transforming into something else, a heat rising up my spine and making me push backward on my own, begging for more. I felt every inch of that cock entering my ass, opening me, filling me in a way no other part of the body can be filled. When he was finally buried to the hilt, he began to move.

“You don’t need to hold me anymore,” I said, panting. “I’m enjoying it. Fuck my ass, Damián, split it open.”

Another man got underneath me, lay on his back on the mattress, and asked me to sit on his cock. I did, with Damián still buried in my ass. I felt both cocks at once, separated by only a thin wall of flesh, one moving upward and the other downward, rubbing against each other inside me. I screamed with pure pleasure. I had never felt anything like it: full, doubly full, impaled by two men at once while a third brought his cock to my mouth for me to suck.

They took turns with me for what seemed like hours. Face down, face up, riding one while another entered from behind, two at once moving inside me until I lost all sense of where one began and the other ended. They came all over me several times: on my face, my tits, my back, my ass. A stream of cum fell onto my hair. Another filled my mouth until there was no room left and ran down my chin. I opened my mouth, begging for more, stuck out my tongue, ran my fingers over my skin to smear myself with semen and suck it off.

I cried, not from pain, but from something I can’t name: I felt desired, complete, the owner of everything happening even though it seemed like the opposite. Every time one of them finished and pulled away, another took his place. Beto got hard again and fucked me once more, this time on my side, holding one leg high. Ramón put his fingers in my ass while Damián sucked my tits. Nothing was forbidden, everything was possible, and I was the center of it all.

They made me come so many times I lost count. The last time I felt it rising from my feet, a long spasm that shook my whole body and left me voiceless, my legs trembling uncontrollably. A thread of saliva and semen hung from my lip. I was wrecked, soaked, gloriously fucked.

When they finally tired themselves out, I lay sprawled on the mattress, dizzy from the tequila, my body marked with kisses and bites, my cunt and ass open and dripping semen onto the dirty fabric. I slept for a while. I woke in the early morning; only Damián was still there, standing guard. I cleaned myself as best I could, touched up my makeup over the hickeys I would be hiding for days, and before leaving I knelt in front of him one last time, simply because I wanted to. I pulled his cock from his pants—it was still half-hard, heavy—and sucked it slowly, looking into his eyes, until he filled my mouth with hot cum again. I swallowed it all and cleaned the tip with a kiss.

***

I left the warehouse sore, satisfied, and still drunk on that feeling of power. The street was empty, the streetlights barely flickering, and I had a long stretch of darkness ahead of me. I felt capable of anything. So much so that, halfway along the sidewalk, I slipped down my straps and walked for a while with my tits bare, exposed to the risk that someone might pass and see me. I pulled up my dress and touched my cunt as I walked, still dripping with the six men’s semen. The idea of a stranger catching me like that, fingers inside me and cum running down my thighs, made me hotter than I was willing to admit.

A taxi stopped at the corner. The driver was around fifty, burly, with a graying beard and large hands stained with grease. The car smelled of gasoline and tobacco, and he was exactly the kind of rough man I couldn’t resist. I climbed into the back, gave him my address, and leaned back, letting my dress slide down as if by accident, showing him half my thigh, allowing a nipple to show through the fabric, pretending to sleep while noticing his eyes searching for me in the mirror.

He didn’t take me home right away. He turned down an unlit street, parked, and got out. I kept my eyes closed, my heart racing, that mixture of fear and desire rising through my chest again. I heard him talking on the phone. A few minutes later another car arrived, with another man, younger and thin, with the face of a hungry rat. When the driver opened my door and began caressing my legs, I didn’t scream. I let him. I spread my legs, and he discovered that I wasn’t wearing panties, that my cunt was swollen and full of someone else’s semen.

“Look at how this filthy girl came,” he muttered, pushing two fingers all the way inside me. “You’ve already been fucked and you still want more.”

“Yes,” I panted. “I want more.”

The other man climbed in from the opposite side. They pulled my dress over my head, leaving me naked on the back seat, my legs spread, the two men bent over me. The driver pulled out his thick, crooked cock and put it in my mouth. The other spread my legs and shoved himself into my already-ravaged cunt. They fucked me there, cramped together in the little space, the windows fogging with sweat and breath. The taxi driver rammed my throat until I choked, while the younger man drove his cock all the way in and pinched my nipples.

Then they switched. The driver mounted me from behind, kneeling on the seat, and fucked my ass, still dilated from Damián. He entered with a single thrust, without resistance, grunting with pleasure. The younger man put his cock in my mouth at the same time. Impaled by both of them, moaning with my mouth full, I felt the car shake with every thrust.

They came almost simultaneously. The driver filled my ass with a roar, emptied himself completely inside, and when he pulled out I felt his semen run down the crack of my ass. The younger man filled my mouth and forced me to swallow it, his hand clamped around my jaw. I finished what the workers had begun, surrendered and displayed on the back seat of a taxi, with two strangers emptying themselves into every hole, finally feeling like the woman I had spent years believing I was no longer.

My driver didn’t charge me for the ride. He asked for my number before dropping me at my door, with a conspiratorial smile and the silent promise of doing it again. The next day I woke after noon, sore and marked everywhere, my cunt and ass burning, my mouth still tasting of someone else’s semen, and yet I smiled beneath the sheets. I had discovered something about myself that night, something I wasn’t going to hide again.