Marina Lvovna stood in the middle of her future office and frowned with disgust. Cement dust hung in the air. Two workers in stained overalls were laying the wiring. More precisely, one, the younger, stocky man, was drilling into the wall, and the other, the older one, with a weathered red face, was just sitting on an overturned bucket and squinting at the boss.
Marina is used to the fact that men in the office hardly dare to look at her. She built them, fired them, and promoted them without a second thought. Here, in the semi-darkness of the unfinished office, she felt uncomfortable. She was the queen here only on paper, but in fact she was just a woman who interfered with work. The men smelled of sweat and burning, not expensive perfume, like her subordinates in expensive suits.
โWell, mistress, we’ll finish soon,” the young man said without turning around, shouting over the noise of the puncher. He didn’t even look at her. It hurt.
Marina walked around the construction debris, clicking her heels on the concrete screed. She was dressed to the nines: a strict pencil skirt, a white blouse pulled into a tight knot at the back of her head. Next to these dirty men, she looked like an alien.
“This will be my office,โ she said dryly, adjusting her glasses. โ I hope it will be clean by Monday, and not like it is now.
“It will be, don’t be afraid,” the elder chuckled, taking her figure in such a look, as if he was mentally taking off this strict jacket from her. Marina shuddered.
And then something happened that she had never expected. A young worker unsuccessfully turned around with a heavy hammer drill in his hands, and the water supply hose, which he inadvertently hooked, fell off the fitting. A cold, rusty slurry hit Marina’s chest with a powerful jet. She screamed, staggering back, but the water was already gushing over her legs and her white blouse, which instantly became transparent.
“What the fuck are you doing?” “Stop it!” she shouted, but her voice was a squeak.
The young man dropped the punch and stared at her. Two neat semicircles of a bra showed through the wet silk of her blouse. Not what housewives wear, but expensive, with lace that now looked ridiculous under a layer of rusty moisture.
There was a heavy silence. The only sound was the dripping of water.
โI’m sorry,” the young man drawled impudently, without a drop of guilt in his voice, “I didn’t want to ruin the costume.”
The senior worker, without getting up from the bucket, grinned into his smoky moustache:
“Come on, Igor. Look, it even suits the granny. You can see right away that the tits are in place.
Marina flushed at this rudeness. The blood rushed to her cheeks, and she suddenly realized that it wasn’t just anger that made her feel hot. The two of them talked about her like she was nothing, just a piece of meat. And for some reason it was more exciting than all the compliments of her boyfriends.
“Shut your mouth,” she said, but she didn’t move. I stood there and let them stare.
โ Hey, boss, โ the young man took a step towards her, being very close. He smelled of cigarettes and sweat. โ Why did you come to the construction site in such an outfit? Should I show you my underwear?
โYou’re being rude,” Marina whispered, but she didn’t move away, feeling the cold concrete column on her back.
“And you can write me off for rudeness,” he roughly ran a rough palm over her wet shoulder, brushing away the water. โOr fire us.” But who’s going to fix it for you?
Marina looked up at him. There was no fear in them, only animal interest. The young man thought it was true.
“Take off that wet shit already,โ the elder ordered quietly but weightily, getting up from the bucket. “Why are you shaking?”
And Marina obeyed. Her fingers were trembling, and the buttons on her blouse were giving way badly. The young man impatiently pulled the fabric, tearing it, and exposed her firm breasts in wet lace. He immediately squeezed it with his palms, staining the laundry with cement dust.
โFirst,” he breathed. โ You can see right away that such a tit was not washed with your hands. Smooth.
The older one came in from behind and pressed his groin against her. Marina felt the hard bump even through the rough fabric of his pants. He didn’t ask for permission, he just piled on top of her, pinning her between himself and the young man.
Then everything happened on some kind of wooden workbench, on which she was seated. Her skirt was pulled up to her waist, and her tights were cracked at the seam. Marina, who was used to controlling everything, now simply surrendered to the hands of these rude men. She liked that she smelled like a construction site, that her expensive jewelry looked foreign here.
โCome on, brigadier, take care of your mouth,โ the young man commanded, unbuttoning his fly, from where a thick, swollen penis fell out.
Marina was roughly grabbed by the hair, knocking off the perfect bun, and impaled with her face on the young man’s groin. He smelled of dust and urea. At that time, the elder pulled off her torn tights and panties, and without thinking twice, drove his rough finger into her wet flesh.
โDry?” Well, we’ll warm it up in a minute,” he croaked in her ear, biting her earlobe.
Marina mumbled with a dick in her mouth, resting her palms on the muscular thighs of the young man so as not to fall. She had never been taken like thatโrudely, like a pig, without asking. All her lovers were office mold, afraid to crease her suit or break her manicure. The same two just used her as a litter on a construction site.
โPut it down,โ the older man commanded.
The young man took his cock out of her mouth, and Marina gasped, choking on saliva. She was immediately turned around to face the cold workbench, bent over, and forced to bury her cheek in the rough wood. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her buttocks from behind, seeking entry.
He entered abruptly, up to his balls, and Marina moaned out loud. The moan reverberated off the empty concrete walls. It hurt, but she pushed her hips back, pushing deeper.
They fucked her in silence, like they were doing their job. Only the slaps of bodies and stifled grunts. Then, in order not to be bored, the elder stood in front of Marina’s face and began to drive bukvoeb.org his cock, still wet from her saliva, ran over her lips, smearing lube on her cheeks.
โOffice whore,โ the young man growled, pulling her hips over himself. โ All you know how to do is look in the mirror. And you’re leaking like a bitch.
Marina was no longer a strict boss. She was just a female who was cornered and covered. The orgasm hit her suddenly when the young man grabbed her by the neck and slightly strangled her. Her body arched, and her legs trembled on her heels.
โ I’m done, bitch! โ he exhaled, making the last sharp thrusts.
Marina felt a hot seed spreading inside her. The elder, taking advantage of the moment, squeezed Marina’s jaw with his fingers, forcing her to open her mouth, and poured his portion on her tongue.
She stood leaning against the workbench, feeling seminal fluid trickle down her thighs. Her expensive blouse was lying in the dust, and her glasses were lying somewhere under her feet.
The men, as if nothing had happened, began to collect their tools. The young man zipped up his fly and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke at the ceiling.
“You’re that.”.. for cleaning and for moral damage,” he grinned, looking at her ruined clothes, “take ten percent off the estimate.
Marina slowly got up, straightening her tangled wet hair. She looked at the older one, who was already sitting on the bucket again, as if nothing had happened. And instead of anger, she suddenly asked softly:
“Are you coming tomorrow?”
“That’s it,โ the young man grinned. โ We’ll finish the wiring tomorrow. And you too. Just put on a shorter skirt, otherwise we can undress ourselves. Isn’t that right, Palych?
The elder just chuckled and stared intently at the boss’s bare knees.
Marina turned around and walked out of the office, leaving traces of semen on the concrete floor. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t give a damn what she looked like.