The Workmen

The Workmen: An Erotic Sex Story

My heart raced as I walked up the steps of the old, vacant building. I had heard stories about the mysterious workmen who frequented the building. I had no idea what they were doing, or why they were here, but I was excited to find out.

The building was dark and dilapidated. The paint was peeling, and the door was rusty. I wondered if anyone had been here before me. I opened the door and stepped inside the building.

As I walked further into the building, I could see several men scattered around the room. I recognized some of them from the stories I had heard. They were dressed in overalls and work boots, and some of them had tools scattered about.

At first, I was scared. I had no idea what was going on, or why these men were here. But after a few moments, I couldn’t help but be intrigued. I could feel the tension in the air, and the men were looking at me with a mix of curiosity and desire.

I felt a thrill of excitement as I realized what was going on. These men were here for some very naughty purposes, and I wanted in.

The men seemed to sense my curiosity, and began to move closer. One of the men, a tall, muscular man with red hair, stepped slightly in front of the rest. He looked right at me and smiled.

“Hello there,” he said, his voice low and sexy. “I’m the leader of this group. My name’s John. I’m sure you know why we’re here.”

I felt my pulse quicken, and I nodded. I was curious and excited to find out what these workmen were up to.

John stepped forward and walked around me, his eyes scanning my body hungrily. He reached out and ran a finger down my neck, and I shivered. He leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“We’ll take care of you tonight,” he murmured. “We’ll make sure you get the pleasure you deserve.”

I felt my face flush with pleasure, and I nodded eagerly. I was eager to experience whatever these men had planned for me.

John stepped back, and waved for the other workmen to come closer. They approached, their eyes intent on my body. I felt my breath quicken, and my arousal grow.

The men encircled me, their hands exploring my body. I felt my skin tingle as their fingers touched me, and my heart raced. I was aroused beyond belief, and I wanted more.

John stepped forward and grabbed my hand. He led me to a back room, and I felt my pulse quicken even further. I knew what was coming, and I was ready.

John pushed me to the floor, and the other workmen followed suit. They stripped off my clothes and spread my legs wide. I gasped in surprise as I felt the cold air caress my skin.

Then, each of the men took turns exploring my body with their hands and tongues. They teased and tantalized me, tugging and licking at my nipples and lips. I felt my arousal rising as I moaned and writhed beneath their touch.

Finally, John stood up and reached for something hidden in the shadows. He pulled out a long, thick dildo and smiled wickedly. He slid it inside me, and I gasped with pleasure as it filled me up. The other workmen joined in, and it wasn’t long before I was screaming out in pleasure.

The workmen moved in and out of me, each of them taking their turn to thrust and stroke me. I felt my body quiver with pleasure as they each brought me to the brink of ecstasy. I lost count of how many orgasms wracked my body, and I felt blissfully sated when they were done.

When it was all over, the workmen thanked me and left the building. I lay there, still trembling with pleasure, for a long time.

I smiled as I thought of the naughty things these workmen had done to me, and I was already looking forward to our next encounter. Little did I know, they were just as excited as I was.