A woman’s work is…!
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: After a recent report of faulty wiring, building inspector Sylvia Tanner, visited the location of the sparks current job. Climbing down from a wooden ladder, afterwards, she managed to snag one of her new silk hold ups on a splinter...!

As you will have gathered, my job is both quite hectic and somewhat varied, as far as locations go. I can be in South East London in the morning and North of the M25 (a ring road that encircles the city's outskirts) come early afternoon.

Second to gas, for my mind (my home being all electric), electricity is the main concern and for many a good reason (I won't list them here). Because of that, I pride myself on being efficient at my job. I'm not alone, though; there are way too many buildings for me to inspect myself, which is how ‘I' came to be outside a particular one last Tuesday.

About me: My name is Sylvia Tanner. I'm 24 years young, quite tall (183cms/just over 6ft) and lithe. Skirts tend to come to about well above the knee on me, in particular, the black one I was wearing that morning in addition to a white blouse, a white bra and thong, a black jacket - though not one that matched my skirt - and a brand new pair of white hold ups with a silk lace top, which, if I'd known they were as short as they were, well...! My hair, which is straight and blonde, falls to just below my shoulders while my eyes are brown. Ooops, almost forgot, black leather shoes with a low heel; well, I could hardly go climbing up and down ladders in high heels.

I was actually on my way to another location when my supervisor called me on my cellphone. Apparently, and it was still under investigation, there had been a report of faulty wiring by a crew of ‘sparks'; that being the term for electricians. Roger directed me to where they were currently working, and so there I was, outside the building site, protective hat on and my prescription goggles in their case. I'm long sighted, and as a result of something that happened when I was young, I'm not one for contact lenses.

‘Okay, then, best foot forward,' I minded myself, imbuing the confidence I may just need to take them to task.

There was a notable banging from the carpenters and so I had to call out to the one working on the ground floor, to find out where the electricians were working. ‘Upstairs,' he informed me, with a cheeky smile.

Back in the last century, workmen would wolf whistle at a pretty young girl, much like myself, as she passed by a building site. Thanks to our stuffy Government, that sort of appreciation for the female form has been reduced to a smile, at best.

"Okay, thanks," I said, and returned his smile before carefully making my way up the dusty stairs; not with my goggles on, mind, and for good reason.

Two Saturdays ago, when I was making my way to one of my local supermarkets, I was wearing my glasses while I browsed my shopping list. I don't know if it was because of the glasses or my lack of concentration, but I tripped as I stepped up onto the kerb. I made a conscious vow, right then and there, as I was knelt on the ground, my hands catching the pavement, to not wear them in a similar situation. Luckily, the only thing I bruised was my ego. I felt a right idiot, I can tell you, as several shoppers rushed over to me both to help me up and see that I was alright.

"Where's your boss?" I called, addressing a youngish guy who was sat drinking tea. ‘Least it better not have any alcohol in it.' And, if I'm not mistaken, he was reading the Sport. Very little escapes my beady eyes at that distance and so I took a quick look around at the visible wiring, which seemed up to scratch.

"Who are you?" he exclaimed, looking up from his musing to see what, in his mind, anyway, was no doubt a dolly bird; a hottie. The Sport is a daily newspaper, if you can call one that has a bare breasted woman on either page a newspaper, that is. Usually, all they otherwise have on is lingerie - so I understand.

"I'm here to inspect your work. There's some concern over a previous job," I told him, as I clutched my report folder to my chest; 36B, if you're interested.

"I think he's through the next couple of rooms," he rejoined, pointing the way with his mug.

As best as I could figure, Roger having failed to fully inform me, they were working on refurbished offices. Ones that would no doubt shoot up in value once the work had been completed. Thanking him in my usual professional way - Roderick returning my gratitude with what I considered a lascivious smile - I went in search of his boss, Dave, who I found banging away atop a wooden ladder.

"Dave," I called out, as best I could over the noise. There was a second one, Geoff (three of them in all), who was holding the ladder for him. We call that ‘footing' the ladder, as the one below, keeps a foot on the bottom rung as a precaution against it otherwise sliding. Talking of which, neither of them, Roderick also, were wearing hard hats or goggles I noticed.

"Where's your safety gear," I exclaimed, sternly; Geoff having since drawn his boss's attention to me and to have him stop hammering as I tapped my protective hat in indication.

"No need, love. The ‘chippies' (carpenters) have finished this floor, baring our work," Geoff informed me.

"And you are?" Dave enquired, and with a tone I'd expect from a police interview of a suspect - I have a penchant for TV police dramas.

"I'm Sylvia, Sylvia Tanner. Moreover, I'm a Building Inspector," I informed them, and then made my way the short distance to where they were stood; Dave at the top and Geoff at the bottom.

Getting down as I neared, Dave extended his hand professionally and I shook it professionally. They both appeared confident, unmoved, even, at my presence, although a glint in Dave's eyes made me feel he saw my job as being best suited to a man. Who knows, maybe they, like Roderick, envisaged me on a page of the Sport - beneath my outer clothing I was almost dressed to be so.

"There's been a complaint about your previous work, something to do with faulty wiring," I told them. "Anyway, before you can continue, I need to check what you've done so far," I intoned, and then placed my folder on a nearby work surface and took out my safety goggles.

"Up here," I said, intimating where Dave had been working when I appeared.

"You won't find anything wrong with our work, love. We're very much the professionals," Dave assured me, as I approached the ladder.

"I wouldn't expect any less, guys. Nevertheless, a complaint has been made and while it's being investigated, well, I'm duty bound to carry out an inspection," I elucidated, as I rested my left foot on the first rung and moved my hands to grasp the sides higher up. As I did, I noticed a roughness in the wood; and me with brand new silk hold ups on as well.

‘Where's Roderick, he's gotta see this,' Dave all but whispered to Geoff, who subsequently went off to fetch him. In the meantime, Dave footed the ladder as I inspected the otherwise hidden leads, which he'd been clamping in position. Neither loose nor tight, I noticed, as I leant over and felt the tension. ‘Very much the professional indeed,' I found myself having to agree, so far.

‘See,' Geoff uttered to Roderick, and in a non too quiet tone. ‘Evidently something had caught their attention. Some dodgy wiring somewhere, maybe.'

"That seems alright," I confirmed, turning my head to look down as I addressed the now trio. It was only then that I realised what had grabbed their attention. As I was bent over checking Dave's work, they no doubt had a clear view right up my skirt. ‘The randy buggers,' I exclaimed inside, and with a warm naughty disposition.

I hadn't been laid in over four weeks, and so my need for cock and a good hard shagging had been gnawing away inside me. ‘No, I couldn't,' I minded myself. Nonetheless, I decided to be a naughty tease all the same.

Getting down and emitting a coy smile, I had them move the ladder along and to the left. From my previous perch I had noticed something interesting; for them anyway. Having inspected the next section of wires, which were likewise up to the same professional standard, instead of coming down, I moved my left foot from the rung to a nearby sturdy wooden batten. ‘See something you like, guys,' I thought to myself, as I took a longer look than I had previously. As I did, the naughtiness of what I was doing, giving them a wider view, along with that of my thoughts, caused a warm glow inside my neglected pussy, which in turn leaked my arousal juices from me.

‘Shit!' I instantly exclaimed, realising my folly in that the randy buggers below me could no doubt see the staining on my thong; if it was black, there'd be no problem. I then quickly drew back my foot; however, in doing so, I snagged my hold up on a splinter of the ladder.

"Dam it," I called out, as, holding onto the ladder with my right hand, I bent down and inspected my silk hose. It had laddered alright, I observed as I removed the splinter from it. ‘How ironic,' I mused to myself; my hold up being laddered and by a ladder of all things.

"You alright?" Dave enquired, his tone just about showing concern.

"What. Yeah, just that I've laddered my hold up. Silk they are, and new," I muttered, as I slowly and cautiously descended the guilty object.

"Why not remove them...so you don't ladder the other one," Roderick was quick to suggest.

‘I dare say you'd like to see me almost strip for you,' I thought to myself. Only to realise that, apart from his interest in the female form, young Roderick, who looked to be the tea boy, the jobsworth of the trio, and about 20, had made a practicable suggestion.

Since they'd had a good long look up my skirt, heck, I even encouraged it a few moments ago, I saw little point in turning my back to them as I removed first my shoes and then hitched up the hem of my skirt; a bit higher than I otherwise should have, I admit. As I went to roll down the laddered hold up, Dave stepped forward and offered his services; well, it was his ladder that snagged it, so...!

His almost abrasive, workman like hands, were, as I noticed when I shook one earlier, harsh against the soft skin of my thighs; ones that were noticeably humid from my reaction to their attention.

With a hand resting on the ladder for support, I raised my foot just enough for him to remove my silk hold up and then placed it further apart than it just was. In doing so, I knew, only too well, that, because of the close fit of my upper skirt, it would ride up. ‘Could they, or at least Dave, see some of my stained thong,' I wondered, innocently, as he rolled the right one down; the slowness as he did, suggesting Dave was having a good long gaze at my crotch, no doubt wondering in his mind if I was shaved or not (I was), and how tight my pussy was. ‘Should I let them find out, if only the odd finger. What harm could it do,' my mind buzzed, as he relieved me of the second hold up and then slipped my foot back into its shoe.

I was now, more in need of a good hard shag than earlier. They would definitely go for it if I said the word. Maybe a bit more tease, now that I haven't my hold ups to worry about; I was, after all, there to inspect their work and not their ‘tools'.

After another spell of checking the wiring - they checking me out as I did - I indicated I was thirsty and so Dave had Roderick make us some tea.

Maybe I was right, maybe there was some alcohol around, as I felt vaguely uninhibited after several sips of the welcomely refreshing hot brew. One thing we Brits like is a cup, or, as it was, a mug of tea.

"You know, Dave, I got the feeling you saw my job as suited to a man," I intoned, having found the voice to express my earlier thoughts. "How many men you know, look as fanciable as me," I continued, pushing my chest and what little there were of my tits out at them.

Not saying a word, they simply gave me lurid looks between sips of their tea. They no doubt wanted, expected me to say, ‘here it is, lads, come and get it,' my skirt pooled around my waist, legs and thighs akimbo and my moist thong drawn to one side, thereby exposing my horny wet cunt to them, which it somewhat was.

I was getting wetter and wetter with each new, passing erotic thought, while my cheeks, as a result, felt florid. ‘Maybe a strip-tease would get some reaction,' I mused; my cunt aching for fingers to feel it up, at least.

"Got any music," I said, wanting some accompaniment for my exhibitionistic performance and only intending to go as far as my skirt - they having had some good long hard gawks up it.

"Something to dance to," I said, having Geoff turned on a radio that was tuned to rock music.

"Depends what sort of moves you have in mind, Sylvia," he rejoined, emitting a cheeky smile just as ‘Whole lotta love' by Zeppelin started up. ‘That's more like it, I can do some real provocative dancing to this,' I realised, and was soon stood in the middle of them. I gyrated my legs, hips, midriff and chest to the rhythm, while slowly drawing my arms in a back and forth, up and down twirling motion with my fingers spread, weaving them around in front of my ever sultry eyes.

Feeling hot, though not in any way flustered, I relieved myself of my jacket; it was getting in the way of my tease. Unconstrained, I then shimmied my hands down either side of my body and accompanied that with high steps and kicks just as the vocalist cried out ‘Love' for the umpteenth time and the guitar solo began. Oddly enough, I've always fancied being nailed, drilled, fucked to the ‘wump, wump' bit. Alas, any possibility of that had gone, and so I continued by flexing my hips at them. In doing so, I moved my hands to undo the button and zip of my skirt, which fell to the floor with a deathly silence, save for, ‘I'm gonna give you every inch of my love...' ringing out, no second guess as to what that line meant,

"You boys have had a good look up my skirt, so...!" I said, intimating there being little point in otherwise disguising the fact, while forgetting or not caring that they could see the aroused state on my thong. From the back, though, which is where Roderick was sat, the strap was the type that can floss a curple (ass cleavage) and a wet pussy, such as mine was.

My professionalism knew I should have stopped long before then but something was driving me on. I was as good as offering myself to them. ‘Come and get it,' I recalled my earlier thought, and yet the ‘lustful' images that played on my mind as I continued my tease, or should that be the ‘slut' in me, had other ideas.

I'd harboured thoughts of my needing a good shag, since I first noticed them peer up my skirt. ‘Who would be the first to lay their cock in me,' I wondered. Dave, no doubt, he being the boss, as I swayed my hips up and down, side to side and with my thumbs resting on the sides of my thong ready to draw it down.

I waited and I waited, all the while still moving and grooving to the next song, which was ‘It's only love,' a duet by Bryan Adams and Tina Turner.

"Have you finished? Has she finished?" Roderick said, addressing his question to Dave, who was transfixed to my hot wet sex, which was almost in front of him. Only having my nice ass to look at, I swayed and stepped around until I was facing Roderick. Almost immediately he blushed.

Just then, I felt some empathy for him, looking at half naked women and not being able to touch them. I also spotted a bulge in his tight fitting jeans, one that could do with some air and no doubt relief.

Damn it. I suddenly knew there was little else for it than to fuck all three of them or let them fuck me. Reaching for his hand, I drew it closer, until his warm humid fingers were pressed lightly against my thong covered pussy lips. Unlike Dave's they were noticeably smooth. Roderick was, as I discovered, an apprentice, and just 21 years of age; however, he stroked the cleft of my quim quite expertly. ‘He's going to make me cum if he keeps that, oh yes, young man, up,' I sensed, only for Dave, behind me, to draw the strap from between my ass cheeks and lightly run his tongue up and down my ass cleavage.

‘Oh fuck, yes,' that did it. My hands immediately springing to flex on Roderick's shoulder as my body shuddered from orgasm.

"Best have these off," Dave intimated, and in one fell swoop, my thong was down and my wet cunt was on show to Roderick.

"This one's shaved," exclaimed the lad.

No sooner had he said it than my mind put two and two together. Alice, another colleague, and a bigger slut than I, must have been the one who inspected the building from which the complaint arose. I realised, having gone that far with them, that I could hardly stop and pretend my display never happened, besides which, I was hungry for cock and had three willing subjects, one for each of my wanton slut holes. ‘No, I would fuck them, that was for sure, but afterwards, and no matter how long it took me, I would go over every part of their work.'

Still quavering from the aftershock of my climax, I moved my hands to my outer lips and displayed my wet cunt to Roderick (he being one who didn't welcome his name being shortened to Rod, even though his cock was quite rod-like) while Dave, or, at least, I figured it was Dave, kissed my ass cheeks and licked my ass. When Roderick did similar to my pussy, I leant forward, the tongues soon invading my sex holes quite exquisitely.

‘Should I mention the Alice theory,' I mulled, before, and with the pleasure I was getting, deciding to leave it. Not that it mattered, as moments later I was presented with Geoff's impressive cock. It was long thick and had noticeable veins running along it. No foreskin, which made it easier to suck and swallow and a plump purplish head. He still had his work jeans on and so the ball sac was nestled inside them. Either way, it was long; did I mention that.

‘Let me at it,' I yearned, as the head wavered about in his hand. Was ‘he', stood, almost, at my side, teasing me!

With what his workmates were doing to me - Dave now having two of his abrasive fingers up my tight ass - I found it hard, at first, to concentrate on turning my head towards the knob at my side. I nonetheless persevered and soon had the cockhead between my lips just as Roderick licked the stem of my clit and fingered my cunt. It was as if they were working in tandem; Dave and his young apprentice rubbing their fingers against the others, just as it is when I'm being reamed, ass and cunt, by two firm cocks.

This girl, this slut, more to the point, has little interest in settling down, let alone being fucked by just one guy, and with this appreciative trio, I was well, well in my element.

‘That's it, Geoff, feed me your cock,' my mind uttered the encouragement my voice was unable to, as he worked his prick back and forth, in and out of my mouth, my moist lips loosely grasping his warm shaft as he did so.

"Gluh, gluh," I vociferated, as the head of his dick, having sought my throat, popped in and out with some alacrity. Take it from me, there are much better positions to be throat fucked in, but, at least, he wasn't pushing that far into me. To be honest, I thought Dave would be the one to have first dibs at face fucking me. That said, would Geoff have been as attentive of my ass as his boss had and still was; four fingers up inside my tight hole, all of them quite thick and bony, suggesting they were the thickest from each hand. Well, if I was going to take an ass reaming from Geoff, and I had yet to see the others, then what Dave was doing, along with that of Roderick's job on my clit and pussy, was more than welcome.

Removing my hands, I went to extend them to Roderick's bulge.

"I think she wants to see your pecker, Roderick," Geoff appeared to tease him.

Not for a single instant, did his tongue and fingers stall from what they were doing, suggesting that he took Geoff's remark on the chin and as nothing more than idle banter; that and the fact that this hot blonde who's pussy he was feeling up wanted to get inside his pants, way inside them in fact.

Having Geoff taken his pecker from my mouth, the drool of my saliva hung from my lower lip and chin along with that of his cockhead. Being the good little slut I was, I paused a moment to gather it up with my fingers and then dripped it into my mouth - I'll be doing likewise with their spunk later.

"Let's see what you're hiding," I said. "I bet it's long and big," I exclaimed, boosting Roderick's ego in the face of his superiors.

"There we go," I smiled, as I undid the button and subsequently drew down the metal hasp of the zip.

‘Quite fucking impressive,' my mind reeled. For one so young it was as long as Geoff's but not as thick. My immediate reaction was to through my mouth on the cock before me; it would definitely glide down my throat. This called for proper consideration.

"You're a great pussy eater, Roderick," I started to say; at which, and knowing what I was hedging at, Dave removed his fingers from my ass. "Why don't you lay down for me," I directed him, and moments later we were in the 69 position.

Part knelt and laid over the young apprentice as I was, and naked below the waist - my blouse draping around because of its looseness - my ass was sticking up in the air, almost inviting Geoff or indeed Dave to fill it while Roderick, his fingers prising my folds apart, plated my cunt and I set about throat fucking myself on his perfectly sized dick.

"Urmngh," I murmured, as I worked my mouth up and down its length, holding off taking it all the way in and down my gullet for the moment. I wanted this young lad to savour the experience of his cockhead finding its way past my epiglottis and all while he gave my fanny a good licking.

‘Fuck me, yes, more,' my mind trilled, as more than four fingers reamed my ass. ‘What the fuck were they planning on,' my mind again mused.

"Yeah, get some," one told the other, and just before what seemed like two fingers were removed from my backside. ‘Maybe my ass was, at last, going to get some dick,' I thought to myself, I couldn't very well see one going where Roderick was dining out on me.

‘Okay, Roderick, my turn to show you what...!' And with that, and no further ado, I held his cock still and at the appropriate angle to...slide past my epiglottis and, yes, linger in my larynx.

"Hurgh," I croaked, something I always do, as a matter of course, as it helps clear the passageway before I concentrate on breathing through my nose; something we take for granted until we have a mouth and throat full of dick.

‘Em, that's nice and warm,' I subsequently noticed. Not Roderick's cock, although that goes without saying, but, and with four fingers, two on each side, almost gaping my ‘tailpipe', I felt what must surely have been oil drizzle inside.

‘Now some cock, guys,' my mind craved, as I worked Roderick's cockhead back and forth, in and out of my throat. I dare say Geoff would like to have been where he now was, but my ass was just as inviting and homely at that particular moment.

‘Oh yes, oh fuck. Get that fat fucker inside. Yeah, shove it in me, all the fucking way in my tight little asshole,' my head swooned.

"God, fuck, ermngh," I almost shrieked. "Make me cum with your big fat cock," I exclaimed encouragingly, before once more taking the equally long one back into my mouth. From there, I bobbed and thrashed myself up and down its wondrous length as my asshole took a much needed and enjoyable nailing, thanks in large part to the finger stretching and oil, from Geoff or Dave; I was too concentrative on sucking Roderick and getting off, to notice which one of them it was that was up my ass. All the same, and with whichever cock it was, Roderick was likewise engrossed in licking my pussy and clit while holding me open, to murmur something.

"I want some dick in my cunt," I presently averred, after yet another heightened climax. "Let me get a mouthful of yours, Dave," I exclaimed, as I took myself from Roderick and, having manoeuvred myself around on him, had his cock inside my fanny.

"The ol' one, two, three," Dave jollied, intimating all three in me at the same time as I rocked up and down Roderick and undid my blouse and unclasped my front fastening bra; the cups of which sprang back to offer him my tits, which, and in the slutty position I was for them, were reasonable enough to cop a feel of, even to lick and suck.

‘Fuck, yeah, this is it, this is fucking it!' my mind raced. Geoff railing my ass, again, there being no taste of it on Dave's while I fucked myself on Roderick's pole (rod would be too much of a pun, wouldn't you agree).

"Fuck, yes, fuck me. Come on, you fuckers, stuff your long fucking dicks in my fuck holes," I enjoined, before once more taking Dave's back into my mouth and bobbing my head back and forth on it. For extra spice, he even held me against his groin by my bunched up hair, my lips pressed up against him as he flexed the head of his dick in and out of my throat.

As with Geoff earlier, when Dave subsequently released me, saliva drooled from my chin and lip all the way down to his cockhead. Holding it steady, I then lowered my mouth to catch that which fell from him as I scooped up that of mine.

"Yeah." I lauded afterwards, feeling quite pleased with myself; my slutty behaviour.

"Stick this cock of yours up my ass," I said, giving him a wink as I did.

"Come here, Geoff, let me taste my ass on you," I proffered, reaching out for him, his dick, and ushering him to where his boss was. I was too drunk on something, to give a dam, a hoot, a fuck.

"First, I'm gonna lick it then I'm gonna suck it," I explained, my other hand holding my ass cheek open for Dave's expected presence.

"You like having your ass fucked, Sylvia?" exclaimed Dave, as he leant over me and before kneeling down and in position to rail my ass.

"Too fucking right I do," I rejoined, having had a brief lick of Geoff's pecker.

"I thought as much," Dave averred, before feeding my ass his.

"That's it, urmn, that's about fucking it," I crooned, and continued salivating on Geoff for a while longer before covering his fat shaft with my lips and once more glorying on it; this time spiced by my ass juice. ‘Em, I dare say they got as much from Alice,' I remarked to myself, as I once again rode the trio to yet another fulfilling climax.

‘Fuck me, yes,' my head lolled, as Dave, having gripped my waist, thrust his cock up my backside. I could almost hear Page's ‘wump, wump' as he drilled it into me. I was most certainly getting ‘every inch of their love', if you know what I mean.

"Fuck yes, bang me, ram your cocks up inside me," I hollered, as I rode back on them- my hand still holding my ass cheek open while I stroked Geoff's cock with some possessed zeal. Thankfully, we changed to another position before I got so carried away that I made him cum.

"You want my ass too, Roderick," I suggested rather than asked.

"Don't worry, Sylvia, he will," Dave intoned, before taking himself from me and having me stand up. He then had Geoff lay where his young apprentice had been, and invited me to sit over him. Then, as I went to direct it to my wet, almost sodden pussy - they'd literally made me cum that much - Geoff moved his hand to mine and directed it further back; to my asshole, which it naturally slipped into as if it were my cunt.

"You like dick in your ass, Sylvia?" Dave once more uttered, as I rode up and down Geoff's and sucked his. I suppose I should have guessed what he was driving at, but I was too much enjoying the shag I was on the receiving end of to be concerned. It was only when he muttered to Roderick behind me that I had some inkling, some grasp of what lay ahead.

I first felt his thighs brush mine, then some more oil trailed down my curple. ‘He's not, is he, surely n(ot)...he is,' I realised, as I felt he head of his cock worm for an opening.

‘That's some fucking big cock,' my mind reeled, only for Dave to release my mouth from his.

"That's, oh my god, fuck! Oh yeah, take it, yes, slow," I urged Roderick, as he eased more of himself inside what was an already full anus - mine. I've had two in my pussy before, no problem and so absolutely fucking wonderful. Double anal, though. I was just glad, more than relieved, that they had taken the trouble to open me up earlier, but then...!

Only when it was some way in, did I utter my thoughts: "That's some fucking big cock up my ass!"

"Now what!" I quickly added, not expecting them to fuck my ass up with it, with them! Their rock hard dicks.

"First some oil, to ease things," Dave concernedly intoned.

Just then, and as I awaited the anointment of my ass, I wondered if Alice had anything remotely like this. One thing was for sure, it didn't, as one would expect, hurt or in anyway feel uncomfortable. ‘Two dicks up my slutty ass, who'd have thought,' I mused, as the upper narrower one of Roderick slid purposefully back.

‘Em, oh yes, I quite like this,' my body and mind responded. To show my appreciation for his attentiveness, I gave Dave's cock a long leisurely bath in my mouth, confident, as I did, that he wouldn't be changing places with Roderick. ‘That would be some serious fucking big dick up my otherwise tight asshole if they did,' I realised.

"I'm supposed to be checking your work, guys, remember, not letting you check me out," I minded them, only for Roderick to reach around and under me and stroke my clit. "There's always later," I ceded, as my ass took an unexpected silky smooth ride on, and by two skilful cocks; Dave being quite content for me to mouth fuck his.

"You like that, like two cocks up your ass," he presently ventured encouragingly.

"Yeah. Come on, guys, fuck my ass," I impelled them, although they were in little hurry to bang me.

"I mean really like it...Tell them," Dave impressed upon me.

‘The ol' dirty talk,' I figured, probably Dave wanting to get his rocks off and cum in my mouth or shower my face with his hot sticky ‘spunk', a good old British word, one that has a right dirty fucking edge to it.

Extending my right hand behind me as I braced the left one on Dave's thigh for support, I once more held myself open. "Fuck my ass, guys, fuck your long hard cocks up me, give it to me, fuck me, ram your cocks up there," I urged, before returning my mouth to suck Dave's, which was still as hard and unmoved, as far as cumming was concerned.

"I think Sylvia could do with some more encouragement," Dave shortly pronounced, only to then have Roderick take himself from me and Dave usher me to get up. Having done so, I was quickly relieved of my remaining two items of clothing, leaving me in just my shoes as I was escorted to where there was a sturdy wooden table.

There, I was directed to stand at the front, my feet apart quite wide, though not for someone of my height, at least six foot. ‘Hands behind you,' I was told, and then motioned to lean forwards, by and with a hand on my shoulder blade. As you'll have noted earlier, like this, my tits hung down. And as my excited nipples touched the surface, a sharp sigh escaped my lips. ‘Fucker,' I muttered under my breath, afterwards.

"Fucker!" I exclaimed, and my head reeled as I felt the tongue of a leather belt slap each of my ass cheeks in turn; my hands resting on the small of my back in readiness to spread my ass nice and wide for them, if it already wasn't.

"You like," Dave said, his hand pointing his cock up at me from the other side of the table. That tall, also.

"I like," I responded, and moved to suck it.

"It. You like it," he impressed upon me, with a mordant stare.

'What horny slut doesn't like cock,' I puzzled to myself, only to then realise.

"I like it, I like being fucked by big hard cocks...long ones especially," I was quick to add.

"Emn, emn," I murmured, as, and having been presented with all three to suck on, I began with Roderick's, then Geoff's then Dave's before going back to Roderick. Stopping me before I could take another mouthful, Dave invited me to show them how much ‘I liked cock' and had Geoff move his up close to Roderick's. Both of them up my ass was something, but my mouth. I shuddered, as I took a deep breath in preparation and gaped my lips and jaw as wide as I possibly could.

The puffy heads of their cocks, slick from my just then feast, managed to graze against my lips for a bit, before I finally managed to get them inside. Still with my hands aback of me, I was quite amazed at my unaided accomplishment. There, two cocks in my mouth and not such a tight fit. However, as I slid my wide open lips down them, I had a gnawing feeling in my cunt. I wanted to cum, not just because I was sucking two dicks, wangs, pricks, dicks, peckers, cocks, shlongs, but, yes, I wanted, I needed to cum as I did, to add to the whole thrill of my doing so.

Sensing this, Dave came around to my side. He then knelt underneath me and licked and flicked my clit, all the while finger fucking my needy pussy to a thunderous orgasm, the sort which, you just have to close your legs afterwards, only I couldn't, he, Dave, made sure of that, by kneeling between them.

When Dave was finished, he stood up and drew me up from the cocks.

"You like," he said, with a grin, and followed it with a slap on my ass.

"Yes, I like it, I like it. Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, use me," I cried out. I was gone, I was out on my own euphoric plateau. I'd do whatever they wanted and say what it was they expected.

What I got was an ongoing perpetual ass shagging from them as I held myself open, wide open, for their cocks to nail me. Balls deep they rammed themselves into my ass as I cried out all manner of ‘fuck my ass,' encouragements, the ongoing preparation making it all the more possible and ecstatically pleasurable. My climatic juices when I came, and I came a lot, dripped from my cunt, which was helped part open by one of them not up my ass, he grasping my hips as he thrust fucked me.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, I like it, I like it," I'd holler off and on, usually as a prelude to cumming.

Decidedly having enough around 1pm, I was made to lay on the table, not with my head hung over the edge, mind. The trio of cocks then floundered around my head. Roderick's, noticeable by it not being as wide as the other two, pointed down, his balls heavy with cum, which they all were, ached for release as they hung down the top of my head. To my Right I had Geoff and Dave the other side. Taking a hold of one of them, I directed it to my mouth, and as I sucked the sticky cock, I stroked the other two, moving from Geoff to sucking Dave as I continued to stroke Roderick and that of the other.

Geoff popped his load first, splashing my mouth with his warm sticky cum juice. I then rolled it around for a bit before opening my lips and drawing it out by my fingers. I was told I shouldn't play with my food when I was young, now I'm in my 20's I can't see the problem especially when it comes to spunk, white gobs of warm stickiness that I trailed around my lips and once more drew up by my fingers before letting it drip back in my mouth. Rather than swallow it, I awaited the next offering, which came from Roderick.

Because of where he was, his cock fired the gobs past my mouth. Not to worry, as my fingers quickly moved to scoop the cream into my mouth. This time I had even more to play with as I stroked Dave's cock encouragingly.

His end was understandably different. Lifting my head up he drew it to his side. Dave then fired stream after stream of hot spunk into my mouth, it was all I could do to stop any of it, all three loads, spilling out of the side. Having finished, Dave let my head down, but had me suck his cock dry all the same. Only after some more play with their warm creamy cum cocktail, including gurgling, did I finally swallow the lot.

"Right, then," I pronounced afterwards, suggesting we get dressed and back to work.

A short while later, and having put my clothes back on, hard hat and safety goggles included, I set about going over their work, and with the proverbial ‘fine tooth comb'.

"We do a professional job, Sylvia," Dave called up to me from the bottom of the ladder, while Geoff and Roderick had their packed lunches.

"I know, I just had a sample of it," I smiled back at him, as I continued to look, and look, and look.

It was around 2pm that my cell phone rang. Roger, I noticed from my caller ID.

"Hi, Roger," I said.

"You did. Yeah, I am," I confirmed.

"It was. Well, I can't find anything wrong here," I informed him.

"Okay, so I'm finished for the day, then. Great. Speak to you tomorrow, then," I trilled, pleased with the news.

"What's all that about," Dave uttered, bemusedly, as I descended the steps and then went to my report folder. Taking the pen from its holder, I filled in the top most form, returned the pen and removed the form.

"There you go," I said gleefully, and handed Dave a pass for their work.

"By the way, Dave, you won't believe what the investigation of the other site found," I intoned, as I closed the folder and awaited his reply.

"Go on, try me," he said, as I rolled my hold ups up my legs and then slipped my silk covered feet into my shoes, my work there finished, baring...!

"Well, the property in particular [there were five in all], is a shop."

"Yeah, I figured that. A hairdressers, an estate agent, a chemist, a dry cleaners and an off-licence, I was informed."

"Almost right," I congratulated him.

"What, then," he said.

"The off-licence's application for an actual license fell through."

"Right...!" he rejoined, enigmatically.

"So...!" I somewhat teased, inviting Dave to guess.

"It changed the nature of its business!"

"Correct," I congratulated him.

"That could be anything, a bookies, a newsagent...!"

"There you go," I exclaimed.

"A newsagent!" he piped.

"Got it in, well, you got it," I commended all the same.

"Why the newsagent, in particular," Dave said, scratching his head to fathom it out.

"What could have caused the faulty wiring, though?" I prompted. I had the rest of the day off and so I had time to play 20 questions with him.

The look in Dave's eyes as the penny dropped confirmed he'd worked it out. "Rats!"

"Yep, your average rat," I confirmed, mordantly, and me with time on my hands. "A member of staff had forgotten they'd left a part eaten candy bar up near where the frayed wiring was discovered the next day, minus the candy."

"Right, so they gnawed the candy and some of the shielding," Dave surmised.

"Got it. What with the electricity for that part of the shop being off, the rat didn't receive a shock," I elucidated.

"Look, Dave, my supervisor has let me go home early, any chance of another shag, just you and me, like," I proffered. So much for my not doing just one guy at a time, and it was bloody fucking marvellous with it all.