the Interview and the pipelayers
written by:
Chris-t6290

Although I went to bed earlier than usual, as I didn't want to otherwise miss my alarm going off (not that it usually mattered) in time for a job interview, I nonetheless found myself unable to fall asleep; not that I was nervous about the job, mind, as it was one that I was quite proficient at.

‘Oh hum,' I sighed, as I turned over onto my right side and in a bed now empty since Nigel moved out. Sombrely, I gripped the pillow beside my head and held it to me, recalling, as I did, some of the fun sexy times we had together. Although my thoughts left me somewhat horny, I nonetheless soon drifted off into a restful sleep.

‘Oh, Nigel, yes, you're the best,' were my waking murmurs, as I slowly came around, my hand instinctively moving between my humid thighs as I went to lay on my back. However, with my eyes fully open, I caught sight of my digital alarm clock: 10:00 am.

‘Fuck, no!' was my exclaimed realisation, having slept through the alarm I'd set for 9:00. ‘Oh well, no breakfast,' I realised, as I hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom.

‘Dam,' I exclaimed, as I had my morning pee, and then took a quick shower, doing my utmost not to linger more than was necessary when I ran the nylon ‘shell' over my still horny pussy.

Quickly wrapping a towel around my straight blonde hair, which comes to just below my shoulders, I hurriedly dried myself off before returning to the bedroom.

Not having time to use a dryer, I vigorously towelled my hair. Then, with as much of it done as I saw necessary, I opened my wardrobe, removed one of my many summer dresses and, having slipped it on, went over to my chest of draws and took out a cream coloured thong, which I quickly stepped into and pulled up, before putting on a pair of oyster colour sling backs. After that, I collected up my cell-phone, keys and purse, and hurried downstairs.

Pulling the door to, I quickly locked it, however, as I made my way towards my car, I opened my mouth in shocked exclamation. There, at the end of my shared drive, was a white van, the writing on the side indicating it belonged to some kind of workmen; pipe layer's, as I would soon discover.

"What the fuck!" I shouted out, in my annoyed state as I went looking for them - the tall hedge along the moderately high wall blocking my view.

"Here the fuck you are," I ranted, noticing them taking a tea break. "How the fuck am I supposed to get out? You inconsiderate fucks are blocking the driveway. I'm already late for an important interview," I rattled off my annoyance with them vehemently.

"Calm down, lady, there's no need for such language," exclaimed the one wearing an orange and yellow jacket with silver reflectors on it and a white safety helmet; one that he took off to address me.

"Calm! How the fuck am I supposed to be fucking calm with you and your fucking van blocking me in," I rejoined angrily, my hands resting on my slim waist. "Move IT! Alright, I haven't got all fucking day," I exclaimed, infuriately.

"We've got a works order to be here, miss," the man informed me, but I was having none of it. I just wanted to get him, or whoever the driver was, to shift the god dam van so that I could get to my interview.

"I don't give a fuck what you've got. Just move the fucking van so that I can get to where I need to be," I continued to berate him - my insides slowly welling up.

"We'll only be an hour; just an hour, then you can be on your way," he appealed to me.

"You can be as long as you fucking want, just move, the god dam, fucking van," I spelt it out, exasperated, almost close to tears.

"Come on, lady, have a heart," he again appealed, as I turned to go back inside.

Heading along the ‘crazy paved' pathway, he following me, I decided I'd had enough. Walking to the end of the drive, I activated my cell phone and keyed in the telephone number on the side of the van.

"Move it, or I'm gonna call your works and speak to your boss," I adamantly warned him, as I made my way to the front door.

"Hey, come on, lady, be reasonable, you don't need to do that. Just 45 minutes and we'll be out of your way, alright!"

"No, and I'm calling them," I said, having pressed the dial button and then unlocked my front door; he still following me, albeit at some distance, though quick enough to catch the door before it closed as I stomped upstairs - my heels making a click-clack sound on the wooden steps as I did.

"Come on, you don't have to do that," he appealed, from way behind me, as I raised the phone to the side of my head. As I did, I noticed an engaged tone as I started to walk across the landing on the way towards my lounge.

Presently appearing in the doorway, I choked back a tear as I sullenly sat on my sofa; the phone cradled in my hand and my thumb resting on the redial button.

"You inconsiderate fucks, why today of all days," I said, doing my best to maintain my resolve and not weaken; mind you, what with my horniness from last night and again this morning, he did look rather dashing for a workman.

"Hey, don't get upset, miss," he comforted, before stepping closer to me.

"Just 30 minutes, that's all, you don't need to call my boss," he appealed, emitting a half-hearted smile.

"You said it would be an hour a few minutes ago," I remarked. And suspecting he was simply patronizing me, I pressed the redial button and raised the phone to my ear.

"Damn, it's engaged," I voiced aloud, before relaxing my hand and moving my arm to my side.

"There, there," he consoled, now perched on the armrest beside me, his safety hat free of his hands (on the floor next to him).

"That was a really important job. A job that I was more than capable of doing," I fretted sombrely.

"What was it?" he enquired. ‘His voice both calming and sincere,' I thought, as he stroked my almost arid hair.

"Oh, nothing," I exclaimed dismissively. "Just, you know, working in office. Something that I recently trained for," I told him, as he moved his hand to my right shoulder, which, apart from the narrow strap of my floral dress, was otherwise bare.

His warm hand felt both comforting and soothing as he stroked it reassuringly. "As I recall, the receptionist at our office is due to go on maternity leave," he informed me. " I can put in a good word for you, and you'll be the first they interview; what do you say?" he assuaged.

"You really mean it, and I'll be the first," I said, looking up into his doe like eyes, which seemed to glint. ‘Emn, he looks quite sexy,' I thought, as a smile cracked across his face, one that showed a dark stubbled mask around his chin and mouth, but with no sign of any whiskers.

"Here, let me massage your shoulders while my men get on with their work," he proffered, neither of us having introduced ourselves - the phone still in my hand.

"I'm Cassie, and you?" I enquired, as he continued to relax me.

"My name's Marco, and my work mates are Steve and Ray," he informed me, now utilising both of his big manly hands, but in a soothing manner.

"So, Marco, what do you suggest we do while your colleagues do whatever it is they need to do, which is?" I exclaimed, having he not told me.

"We're here to see what pipes need laying and which ones simply need replacing," Marco informed me.

"I take you're Hispanic, then, Marco," I surmised, my body responding to his deft touch, one that I had missed since Nigel's leaving.

"You mean as in ‘Marco Polo'. No, it's short for Marconi, the inventor," he rejoined, emitting a playful laugh.

"But, that was his surname, not..." I exclaimed, the tension now gone from my body and voice as I felt calmer, almost...!

Letting the phone drop onto the sofa, I moved my hand to his left thigh. "30 minutes, you say. You look quite sexy and I, I'm horny," I told Marco, as I moved my other hand and then both of them towards his belt, which I soon had undone.

"You've changed your -" he started to say.

"Uh, don't spoil it," I interrupted Marco, as I drew the metal zip of his work jeans down.

With Marco now decidedly mute, I soon located what was a pleasant warm hard cock within his boxers. Normally I would voice my appreciation at discovering such an adequate specimen, however, the morning's events had left me somewhat nonplus despite my intrinsic horniness.

I gazed at the dome, mushroom shaped head for some moments, admiring both it and the stature of the shaft. Then, as if having broken from a spell, I licked my lips as I drew both the puffy glans and my mouth closer - my tongue eagerly extending of its own accord as I did.

‘Oh well, I missed breakfast,' I minded myself, as I slowly ran my tongue tip around the head to begin with, and then devoured it between my warm moist lips. ‘Herm,' I let out a contented murmur, as I sucked and licked the warm flesh of Marco's cockhead, which felt exceptionally velvety against my tongue and palate.

Not quite ready to have my fill of the entire length - my throat quite accommodating, as a matter of fact - I continued to suckle the crown of Marco's cock while slathering my tongue both around the head and, every so often having popped it out, the underside of his shaft and as far around as I was able to reach.

Still not getting any usual response, as that of when I usually fellate a guy, I hollowed out my cheeks and, with my hand fanned out around the hilt, slowly slid my lips down most of it, and what a most amount there was; the glans nudging my epiglottis while there were a few inches of Marco's shaft to yet fit inside my mouth. Thankfully, he was neither the insistent or impatient type, and so I was able to enjoy his cock monster at my leisure.

"You don't say much," I remarked, taking a break from sucking to once more tease the now turgid head with my tongue.

"I take it you're enjoying this...what I'm doing," I intoned.

"Yes, very much, Cassie, although I have to say, it is rather unexpected. After all I was only here to see if any pipes needed laying," he uttered with another pleasing smile. ‘Well, I know of one that needs laying,' I regaled inside, as I licked up and down the very one I had in mind.

"As well as being horny, I haven't had a decent fuck in quite some time," I confided.

"Sorry for shouting and swearing at you," I apologised humbly, before going to repose myself on my back for him.

"What say we have your dress off," he proffered. Unable to come up with a reason not to, I sat back up and together we soon raised it up and off - Marco ever so gentlemanly folding it up before he placed it on the nearby occasional table.

"Very exquisite," he remarked of my shapely breasts, the nipples of which, much like my clit, were stood proud at the centre of my darkened areola rings.

"My pussy needs attention; besides which, we only have what's left of the 30 minutes you mentioned," I minded him.

"Right, okay, then," Marco crooned, before kneeling up and between my bent legs. There, he drew my moist thong to one side, and went to work on my quim and clit with his tongue and mouth.

"Ooo yes, fuck yes, more, emn, like, like that," I trilled, as a long overdue climax from having my pussy pampered began to percolate inside the core of my horny sex.

"Fuck! Yes! Make me...make me...oh god, I'm gonna...fuck, fuck, fuck me. Yes, yes, oh—my—god. Yeeees!" I exclaimed, as my body went into spasm and convulsion; Marco soon feeling the brunt of my orgasmic outpouring.

I was now in the mood to be fucked, however, that notion was interrupted by an unexpected observation.

"So, this is where you are, boss," proclaimed one of Marco's work mates; just the one, thankfully.

Quickly turning towards him, Marco addressed the man as Steve, while he tried to explain his somewhat compromising position. As he did, I noticed Steve start to undo his safety jacket as he approached us. ‘Was he intent on joining us,' I wondered, only to receive a definite answer when he bent forward beside the sofa and, having grasped my nearside left breast, gave it a jiggle.

"Nice, very nice," Steve commended, before, and still holding my globe, he squatted down and ran his soft warm tongue over the warm pulsating slope. With my pussy about to be fucked, he got no objection from me, and moments later, while Marco laid his pipe to my warm wet sex, Steve's attention, which included him stroking my clit with his left fingers, both encouraged and facilitated another glowing climax.

"I take it it's just you two," I said afterwards - not sure how Steve got in, and if the third one, Ray, would likewise be joining us.

"Your door hadn't shut properly..." Steve informed me, his voice at the end inviting my name.

"Cassie," announced Marco, as he continued with his almost massaging fuck action, and in tandem with that of Steve's rhythmic stroking of my engorged clit.

"I made sure that it was," Steve assured me, before moving to suck my nipple -Marco having since reposed himself to an almost upright position.

It has to be said, this was the first time I had entertained the attention of two men, and it was quite exhilarating to have my breasts and clit ministered to while I was being fucked; Marco's pipe laying skill being truly remarkable. ‘How would sucking his mates cock feel,' I wondered, as yet another climax welled up inside me.

‘Fuck it, I won't know unless I try,' I realised, and moved my left hand towards Steve's jeans.

Almost fumbling around as my climax slowly gained momentum - my concentration on locating a second pipe, maintaining a simmering level - I presently felt an equally impressive bulge in Steve's jeans.

"Get it out, let me suck it," I rejoined, as I did my best to stroke it.

With Steve naturally using both hands to release his cock for me - his mouth all the same working on my distended nipple - Marco took over stroking my clit, which soon had me violently cumming.

"Fuck, yes!" I exclaimed, Marco now opting for a back and forth sawing action as I writhed on his masterful dick. Then, and with Steve stood up, his cock on display and my breast devoid of attention, they, to my amazement, changed places. ‘Was he [Marco] really going to have me taste my pussy juice,' I wondered. And moments later it was his cock, my sex juice and all, that I was sucking; this time taking the engorged mushroom head down my throat.

"Hurg," I vociferated, when I felt Steve's tongue and not his cock touch the lower point of my cunt lips, which he then drew it slowly up.

True, I wasn't being fucked by two cocks, but, all the same, it was mighty pleasurable; Marco having the thoughtfulness to pull on my nipples in turn, while Steve likewise stroked my clit. ‘God, if two are this good, what would three feel like,' I speculated, especially with my ass not being virgin territory to cock, just before Steve made a bold suggestion, and one that soon saw me on my back, my head part suspended over the edge of the divan and my legs against the back rest.

Again, and changing position, irrespective of the one I found myself in, I finally had Steve's cock to suck on while he leant over me and once more groped my breasts, this time both of them. Eventually he moved from licking and sucking one to the other, in a back and forth perpetuality as he fucked my mouth and throat.

Meanwhile, Marco surprised me by straddling my hips. Not in the conventional way, but facing the wall. Marco was then, because of his length, able to feed his cock into my pussy, his balls dropping onto my clit as he once more fuck filled me up, and while he generously did that, he took me further aback when he teased my anus with the whirl of his thumb.

Not surprisingly, that was how the notion of taking a man's cock up my tight sphincter was introduced to me, and Marco was ‘testing the water' quite pleasantly.

"I do believe Cassie enjoys having her backside pleasured," Marco, his back towards me, voiced his interest.

"Yes, and not just by a thumb," I rejoined. Steve having taken his saliva coated dick from me, long enough that I was able to voice my desire, and agreement to what he had in mind.

"You like two cocks in you, then, Cassie," Steve intimated.

Up until now, I hadn't, but I was definitely enjoying the experience. Subsequently looking forward to taking that to the next level, an actual DP', I nodded my agreement to Steve above me and gave his cock an extra telling suck and lick.

Not long afterwards - they making me again cum before the pair helped me down - I was knelt over Steve, his cock fair buried in my almost sodden pussy while his hands, behind me and on my ass cheeks, prised me invitingly open for Marco; his cock, definitely thicker than any I had previously entertained in my tight little bottom.

‘Go easy with me,' I thought, but didn't say. Consequently, I didn't need to. As impressive as his ‘pipe' most certainly was, Marco definitely knew how to lay it. Not to my ass yet, though, not yet anyways, as he eased it in above that of Steve's.

What with the amount of times they had made me cum, already, there was no doubt little friction for Steve alone; besides which, having two cocks in my pussy was quite pleasurable, under the aforementioned circumstance.

You'll have no doubt seen two pipes, one alongside the other, barely touching. Well, except for the last part, that's how it was, only these ones moved. Not as one big pipe (excuse the pun's, but...!) moving back and then being fucked into me, but one sliding in as the other eased out, and in doing so, it created a marvellously pleasured rippling effect in my vulva.

"Oh fuck, yes, more, emn. I thought you wanted my ass, but this, this is so...!" I exclaimed, lost for the right superlative, which Steve suggested with: ‘fucking lovely.' Fucking', right, but ‘heavenly' would be the better option, as I think back on it.

"Oh God, yes, that's it, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt," I cried out, not one to use the ‘C-word' in the past, except when I called Jenny one back at high school, having she just sucked and fucked my then boyfriend, Jason.

"Fuck, yes, more. I'm gonna cum from what you two are fucking doing to me," I impelled them. And still going at my sodden cunt when I did, I shortly exploded into a most voluptuous orgasm, one that saw me riding back and forth on the two cocks in my pussy as the euphoric waves rode and washed over my entire body. God, even my toes tingled with that one, I couldn't help but notice.

"I want you in my ass, Marco...I want to feel your lovely cock opening me up and filling my tight asshole up," I appealed, and was soon rewarded with just that.

"Yes, oh, fuck, yes, emn," I moaned my contentment, as this time, with the pair of them remaining almost motionless, I rode back and forth on their perfectly proportioned and adequately positioned ‘pipes'. One up my ass, one in my horny cunt, with only a thin membrane separating one from the other.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass," I encouraged them, as I swayed back and forth, back and forth on the powerful cocks nestled inside me.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, make me cum, make me fucking cum," I cried out to them, which immediately encouraged their attention. And as with my pussy a short while ago, Steve raised and dropped his hips as Marco withdrew and then flexed his.

"Fuck, my ass...Fuck me, in, my ass," I spelt it out, as pleasurable waves grew inside me and shortly engulfed my entire body.

This time, my anal ring responded by flexing against Marco's drilling cock. Gripping it tight enough so as to milk it, and draw forth his own climax; his cock hosing the walls of my tight anus with spurt upon spurt of hot creamy spunk.

"Oh, oh, fuuuck!" I exclaimed, as I felt the first burst inside me.

After that, I had Marco stand where he earlier was, only facing me. Then, knelt in front of him, my knees someway apart, I reached my right hand back and pulled my ass cheek open for Steve. And while I licked and sucked the cum from Marco's moderately firm cock, Steve, aided by his superior's semen, gave my backside a dam good reaming, and one that had me yelping with pleasure, albeit, my mouth once more filled with cock.

"Yes, fuck! Yes, fuck! Fuck my ass, fuck my ass," I cried out, Steve having the due forethought and consideration to reach around under me and stroke my clit as he drove his cock back and forth, in and out of my shapely asshole.

Not surprisingly, and as with Marco, when I came, Steve soon followed; my rectum receiving another pleasurable explosion of hot cum spurts as we both trembled and shook.

Epilogue:

True to his word, Marco put in a good word for me and I got the job. What he forgot to mention, however, was, that he's the boss's son, while the woman I was filling in for was his step-mother of 30-something years. So, and with some persuasion on Marco's part, I got to work there beyond the original end date.

As for Marco and me? That was the only time we were intimate together, neither of us proposing anything approaching an actual date. Now Steve, on the other hand...!