The Party with the Construction Workers That Ended in a Threesome and More

I’ve always been an easygoing woman, the kind who talks to anyone without putting on airs. I like being liked, smiling, playing with my eyes, and feeling it when someone responds. Not because I’m always looking for something, but because I enjoy that little power of knowing I provoke things.

At the time, I was helping my family with a few errands, and almost every day I passed a construction site a few blocks from home. I was already an adult woman, had been living alone for some time, and liked wearing short skirts and tight blouses when the heat was oppressive. It didn’t take me long to notice that the workers followed me with their eyes whenever I crossed the sidewalk.

At first there were whistles, compliments shouted from the scaffolding, and exaggerated greetings. I could have ignored them, but the truth was that I found it amusing. I smiled at them, waved, and kept walking, feeling the weight of their eyes on my legs and ass.

As the days passed, they grew bolder. One asked me to buy him cigarettes, another a cold drink, another any silly thing as an excuse to talk to me for another minute. I agreed because they never became aggressive and, why lie, also because I liked seeing how worked up they got when I came close and they had to look at me from below or from very near.

The foreman, a broad-shouldered dark-skinned man named Darío, was the least talkative. He hardly said anything to me, but the way he looked at me was worse than any catcall. He had that look of a big man who had already imagined everything and didn’t need to explain it. Julián was always beside him, younger, blond, nervous, with a brazen smile and cement-stained pants clinging to his thighs.

One Friday they told me they were going to have a small celebration when the workday ended. They had been paid for part of the job and wanted to make a toast before leaving. They asked if I could bring them ice and a few bottles, and I, emboldened by habit and by the attention they gave me, showed up later with a bag and an extra bottle of liquor of my own.

They welcomed me with applause and shouts. “That’s how you treat a queen,” Julián said, taking the bag from my hands. I laughed, pretending I thought it was exaggerated, although inside I was delighted to be the center of all that masculine energy.

The site was almost empty; only they remained. The sun had already gone down, and on the ground floor they had improvised a table with planks, plastic cups, and an old speaker pouring out party music. Cement dust floated in the hot air, mixed with the smell of sweat, beer, and fresh paint.

“Stay a while,” Darío asked, holding out a glass. “You’ve earned the toast.”

I accepted a drink. Then another. Then beer. I began to loosen up, laughing more than I should, moving my hips without thinking too much. I wasn’t out of control, but I was turned on enough to stop pretending I didn’t notice the way they openly roamed over my body.

The music changed to something with more rhythm. Julián began clapping along, and one of the others shouted that I had to dance if I wanted to be the guest of honor. I refused out of habit, not conviction, and they insisted so cheerfully that I eventually dropped my purse in a corner and stepped into the open space.

At first I danced alone, laughing, raising my arms, feeling the fabric of my skirt ride up a little with every turn. The men whistled and kept the beat with their boots on the floor. It didn’t take long for me to realize that the excitement was no longer only theirs. I was throbbing between my legs too, feeling something dirty and delicious that made me keep moving.

Julián was the first to come closer. He stood behind me, not touching me at first, following my steps with his body barely a couple of centimeters away. I felt the heat of his chest against my back, then his hands encircling my waist. I didn’t push him away. On the contrary, I pressed myself a little closer.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he said in my ear, his voice hoarse. “If you come here to tease us, you’d better take it.”

His hands slowly slid down to my hips and squeezed. Then he grabbed my whole ass without shame, slipping his fingers between the tight fabric. A moan escaped me, half surprise, half pleasure. The others shouted louder when they saw I wasn’t pulling away.

Darío positioned himself in front of me. He held my gaze while Julián continued fondling me from behind. He didn’t smile. He only looked at me as if checking how far I was going to let him go. He raised one hand and caressed my neck, moving down toward my cleavage. He brushed one breast through my blouse and immediately felt the hard nipple.

“Look how she’s gotten,” he said without taking his eyes off me.

I was breathing faster and faster. Julián had already hiked my skirt halfway up my ass and began rubbing himself against me. I felt the thick bulge of his hardened cock pressing between my cheeks, rubbing up and down. My body responded on its own: I arched my back and spread my legs a little farther.

Darío slipped his hand into my cleavage, pulled down one cup of my bra, and caught my breast. He kneaded it hard, pinching the nipple between two calloused fingers until I moaned. Then he kissed me. It wasn’t a tender kiss or a tentative one. He thrust his tongue into me at once, hot and dominant, while behind me Julián held my hip and kept rubbing his cock against my ass.

When Darío pulled away, he saw my dazed expression and smiled faintly. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t bring myself to deny anything. “Yes,” I answered, almost in a whisper.

That was enough. Julián spun me around, and Darío pulled my blouse down until my breasts were exposed. The men around us were going wild, though they kept their distance, watching, drinking, some jerking off over their pants. I was no longer thinking about leaving. I was hot, wet, and hungry for them to continue.

Darío took me by the nape and led me to Julián. “Suck him.”

He said it as a calm, confident order, certain I would obey. And I did. I knelt on the dusty floor while Julián pulled his cock from his pants. It was thick and hard, its tip gleaming. I wrapped one hand around it and brought it to my mouth amid the whistles surrounding us.

The first lick was slow, from the base to the tip. Julián let out a short moan. Then I opened my mouth and took in as much as I could, tasting the salt of his skin and feeling the hot weight on my tongue. I began sucking him eagerly, moving my head up and down and using my hand to set the rhythm.

“Fuck, look at her,” I heard one of them say.

Darío stood beside me and brushed my hair away from my face so he could see me better. He caressed my cheek while I continued swallowing Julián’s cock. When I needed air, he ran his thumb over my wet lips and put it in my mouth. I sucked it while continuing to jerk Julián off, completely immersed now in that role of an obedient slut that was turning me on so much.

“Get her up,” Darío ordered.

Between him and another man, they brought me to my feet and bent me over a plank. My skirt was bunched around my waist, and the air of the construction site struck my cunt full on. One of them pulled my thong aside and let out a laugh. “She’s soaking wet.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. I felt it myself when Darío ran two fingers between my lips and then thrust them inside me. They were rough and hard, and they slid in without resistance because I was dripping. He moved with firm strokes, burying them deep and pulling them out before driving them in again, while his other hand squeezed one of my ass cheeks.

“So all this time you were pretending to be innocent with us... and look at you,” he murmured close to my ear.

He pulled my thong all the way aside, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Big, heavy, very hot. He gripped my hip and penetrated me with one thrust. The impact tore a cry from me. He slid all the way in and stayed there for a second, breathing hard, as if enjoying the way I squeezed him.

Then he really began to fuck me. Short, deep thrusts that made me jolt across the plank. My skirt rolled around my waist, my breasts hanging out, my face almost pressed against the dirty wood, and my cunt swallowing a huge cock while everyone watched. The obscenity of the scene sent me even higher.

Julián stood in front of me again, his cock in his hand. “Open your mouth.”

I did it without arguing. Darío kept driving into me from behind while Julián slipped his cock between my lips. I began sucking him at the same time as I received Darío’s thrusts. Every time Darío hit me harder, I swallowed more of Julián’s cock and slobbered over its base. Both men began moaning, aroused by the shared rhythm of my body.

“That’s it, that’s how I wanted to see you,” Darío said. “Full everywhere.”

I no longer had room for shame. I felt only pleasure, weight, saliva, the wet sounds of my mouth and my cunt working at the same time. I gripped the edge of the plank with one hand and Julián’s hip with the other, setting the rhythm of the blowjob myself while Darío fucked me faster and faster.

My first orgasm hit me like that, without warning. My legs closed, my belly trembled, and I released Julián’s cock only to moan with my mouth wide open. Darío didn’t slow down. When he felt me come, he held me tighter and kept thrusting until I gasped again, using my contractions to bury himself even deeper.

When I loosened up a little, they lifted me. My legs were trembling and my face was flushed. Julián kissed me brutally, tasting his own cock on my tongue, then led me to a pile of cement bags. He sat me on top and knelt between my legs.

He ripped my thong off in one motion. The sound of the fabric giving way made me grin like a horny idiot. Julián spread my thighs and buried his face between them. His tongue licked me from bottom to top, slowly at first, then faster, parting my lips and digging into my clitoris hungrily.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured before going back to eating my cunt.

I gripped the bag with one hand and took hold of his hair with the other. I pushed his head, needing more. He responded by sliding two fingers inside me and sucking my clitoris at the same time. My hips moved on their own against his face, seeking the precise friction. Beside us, Darío stroked his cock while watching them devour me.

“I want her ass,” he suddenly said.

I raised my head and looked at him. I knew that if I said no, everything would stop. But I was so turned on, so swept up in the fantasy of being used between the two of them, that instead of refusing, I nodded.

Darío spat on his fingers and ran them over my anus, massaging in circles while Julián continued licking me. The combination drove me crazy. I spread my legs wider and pushed my ass toward his hand. First he inserted one finger, then two, letting me adjust while my cunt continued dripping onto Julián’s mouth.

“Relax,” he ordered. “It’ll fit.”

He positioned himself behind me, made me lean backward, and I felt the thick tip of his cock pressing against my ass. He pushed slowly at first. It burned. I tensed and let out a complaint, but Julián didn’t stop sucking me, and that tongue on my clitoris helped me yield. Darío advanced centimeter by centimeter until, with one final push, he buried himself completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, squeezing my waist. “What a tight ass.”

My eyes were closed, my mouth open, and a brutal mixture of pain and pleasure shook me. Darío began moving more carefully than before, entering and leaving my ass while Julián stood up and offered me his cock again. I grabbed it with both hands and guided it to my mouth, sucking it slowly at first as I adjusted to the new rhythm.

It didn’t take them long to coordinate. Darío thrust from behind, firm and deep, and every impact made my belly vibrate. Julián fucked my mouth, holding the back of my head with one hand. I was trapped between them, swallowing cock and taking another in my ass, reduced to the only thing they wanted to use at that moment. And I loved it.

The scene around me was a delirium of ragged breathing, men watching, hands masturbating, and dirty comments reaching me in fragments. But my world had shrunk to those two bodies and the rough, excessive, animal pleasure they were wrenching from me.

Julián pulled his cock from my mouth and turned my face toward him. “I want to come in your mouth, but first I want to see you ride me.”

Darío pulled out of my ass with a wet sound. I moaned at the sensation of emptiness. They made me climb down from the bags, and Julián lay down on a tarp spread across the floor. He arranged his hard cock over his stomach and gestured to me with his hand.

I climbed on top of him, guiding the tip to my cunt again. I lowered myself slowly, savoring the way it opened me. After Darío’s cock in my ass, Julián’s in front felt obscene and delicious. I worked it all the way in until I was sitting on his pelvis, then began to move.

Slowly at first. Then faster. Each drop becoming harder, using my thighs, letting him pound into me while my breasts bounced outside my blouse. Julián gripped my waist, digging in his fingers, staring at me as if he couldn’t believe what he had on top of him. I felt unrestrained myself, dirty, perfect in that excess.

Darío didn’t remain idle. He positioned himself behind me again, spat into his hand, and began opening my ass with his fingers while I rode Julián. The gesture made me moan louder. When I was ready, he set the tip against me and began sliding inside again, with tense patience.

I felt my body opening for both of them. My cunt full of Julián and my ass yielding to Darío at the same time. When they were finally both inside me, I let out a hoarse cry that set off the whistles around us again. I remained still for a second, overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely occupied.

“Move,” Darío said, panting.

And I moved. Up and down on Julián’s cock, while Darío entered and left my ass from behind. The double motion split my head apart. My body trembled, slipped, tensed, and relaxed again and again. I myself didn’t know whether I was closer to pain or orgasm, until it stopped mattering because everything merged into one lash of wild pleasure.

I came like that, riding between them, with an orgasm so strong I nearly collapsed. I felt my cunt contracting around Julián and my ass squeezing Darío, and both men let loose a string of filthy curses, aroused by the way I clenched them. I was left gasping, unable to hold myself up on my own.

Julián raised me and kissed me while Darío continued giving me a few final thrusts from behind. Then he pulled out and turned my face toward him. His cock gleamed with saliva and my fluids. “Now swallow it.”

I knelt again. Julián stood to one side, stroking himself, while Darío put his cock in my mouth until it brushed my throat. There was no delicacy left. He fucked my mouth hard, holding my hair, and I let him, breathing through my nose, relaxing my tongue, feeling him grow harder each time I gagged a little.

“That’s it, that’s it, don’t take it out,” he growled.

I felt him tense. He gripped my head with both hands and came inside my mouth with a long moan. The hot spurt struck my tongue and throat. I swallowed without pulling away, obedient, until there was nothing left but the sensitive tip pulsing between my lips.

Julián gave me no rest. He stood in front of me and rubbed his cock over my face, smearing my lips. “Mine too.”

I began sucking him eagerly again, knowing he was already at the limit. I sucked him quickly and deeply, alternating suction with licks over the tip. He watched me with a wrecked expression, his abdomen hard and his legs tense. He came soon after. He filled my mouth again, less than Darío had, but thicker. This time he let some of it run down my chin before wiping it up with his thumb and putting it back in my mouth for me to lick.

The others were still watching, some moving closer, but Darío raised his hand and stopped them. “That’s enough. The party is ours.”

Still on my knees, I looked up at them and burst out laughing. I was sweaty, my blouse was askew, my skirt was a mess, my legs were stained, and my whole body was still vibrating after so much cock. I felt used, yes, but also more satisfied than I had in a very long time.

Darío helped me stand. Julián brought me a bottle of water, and I took several long drinks. Then they led me to a small makeshift bathroom where I was able to clean myself a little with a damp towel. When I saw myself in the stained mirror, mascara running and lips swollen, I smiled. I looked like I had done exactly what I wanted to do.

***

When I came out again, the construction site was quieter. Some had already left, and the others were gathering the empty bottles. Darío approached me from behind, this time unhurried, and straightened my skirt. That simple, almost domestic gesture after everything that had happened sent a strange pang through my stomach.

“Do you regret it?” he asked.

I looked him straight in the face. “Not one bit.”

Julián laughed and gave me a short kiss on the mouth. “Then you’ll have to come celebrate with us again another day.”

I didn’t promise dates or make vows. I only smiled at them as I had the first time they whistled at me from the sidewalk, but now my body was still trembling from what had happened inside that construction site. I picked up my purse, adjusted my blouse, and walked toward the exit with a damp sensation between my legs and an even hotter memory lodged in my mind.

As I walked away, I heard the last whistles and laughter behind me. This time they didn’t sound distant or unrelated. They sounded like a door I had chosen to open myself and that, deep down, I was already eager to cross again.