Episode 179: HARDHATS

So much for sleep!

3:05 AM! Wide awake and raring to go. Surprisingly! Considering her husband kept her awake watching porn, the volume soaring up through the vents. With her cell alarm ready to go off on vibrate beneath her body as an informant that it was time to get up, Josie McKellen shut it off before it zapped her. She had slept on it just so that her husband Henry wouldn’t revive next to her and ask questions as to why she was up so early. Hell, at this ungodly hour the roosters were hitting the snooze buttons.

Her excuses were getting thinner by the day. Even though Henry was well aware of a certain High School coach there was only so many times she could use her lover Roman Crandell to mask her adventurous hookups. But, today, a promise was a promise. Hot sweaty City Workers laying concrete medians needed her help. Laying at molten hot brunette had to be more fun than laying concrete, right?

Having done as yesterday she prepped her car with what was required during school hours, namely her dress, makeup, and attaché case containing papers and her work laptop, classic lit book of the week as well. Her intention was a double whammy today. First thing, deal with her Hardhat Hotties, then leave enough time to meet Roman for a shower in the boy’s locker room. She knew he was getting tired of her missing dates so today was his. So, she planned, it would not go that was as predicted. A change of heart would lead her back home.

With their hotel rendezvous later tonight, she didn’t want to do anything that might make Roman cancel out on her, if anything she hoped to make him more excited to take risks for her. After their arrest over the weekend, he was stressed out as it was. So much in the planning it was hard to keep track of every move on her chess board. fucKING! bisHOPS! One Knight stands! The Queen needed PAWNed up. Maybe she should have asked to borrow Piper Cherry’s checkered blanket to wage her war upon. That would have looked great laying out in the middle of the street.

She had felt Henry come to bed around 1:00 AM after having worked diligently on his RPG Frisque, or so she presumed, either completing advanced incest scenes or moving into the realm of BDSM. His game was shaping up with so much detail absorbed from the very people around him. That was added to last night without her catching on, as he recorded sound effects with the help of their bombshell neighbor Piper Cherry, having walked right in on Henry jerking off to his artwork panned to his basement TV. The bondage art was a hit in Piper’s eye because it was of her doppelganger Emma. The more he hung out with Dominic Black or his sister Serafina, the more he picked up on traits to utilize in his game. Piper was happy to be of assist. How Josie kept going back to sleep with her screaming bloody murder was a miracle. The truth would confront her later.

There was no shortage of inspiration between Dom and Sera, the strippers at Cashanova, Svetty and Tessa, finally, Kelly Herbert who he co-owned as Master Eros. Sadly, even his daughters who he had generated artistically to become perfect likenesses to the twin characters in his RPG were firecrackers ready to pop at any second. Dakota constantly begged her father to teach her how to treat boys. Compile all that with powerhouse Piper Cherry and her antics ... his game was going to break the bank. At any rate, Josie knew he was knocked out cold.

Quietly slipping out of their bedroom wearing only a sheer white nightie, she stealthily escaped her home without a hitch and was on the road by 3:45. Thankfully she didn’t have to meet her boytoy Reese Teller early today, so everything was going as planned. At the stop sign leading out of Hooters Crossing she paused to take her nightie off, crumpling it up and putting it in her console for safe keeping. Driving nude two days in a row was thrilling. The morning air caressing her flesh had her nipples at full throttle, not that they rarely deprived her of that piercing look at me battle stance. Hormones persistent, that was a gift even before she was legal. Such was life!

It took no time at all to reach the road crew with big bright Halogen lights showering the site to see by until dawn gave them more visibility. Zero traffic this morning, thus far at least, meant stopping in the street would not be a problem. Uncertain whom was who in the light she let them wave her down knowing her SUV by sight. “Mmmm! They were looking for me. I guess they were really hopeful I wasn’t pulling their legs. All in good time my handsome hardworking studs. Josie won’t let you or your erections down.” Eager to please had always been her motto.

Just as they had said, the guys had arranged the barricades to have an opening where a number of their own trucks were parked. Her emergency flashers activated to make certain they knew it was her, whistles directed her in. She followed one motioning hand to the next until she eased in between two big trucks that could be used as cover. Once parked she sat trembling at the idea of doing something right out in the open. Outside of the two trucks and a small steamroller there really was no place to duck for cover, concrete barricades at best. She really didn’t want this visit to be confined to her SUV like yesterday morning. Freedom was a must!

“You made it.” The crew boss Dennis Durbin stood outside her car window.

“I might even be early.”

“Best time!” He winked, “This early in the morning not many folks are up yet. Perfect time to spread ... I mean stretch your legs.”

“I’m only in heels.” She opened her door and stretched her left leg out to reveal three-inch red heels. “Should I have worn work boots?”

“That would have been sexy. Working gal like yourself.” He chuckled and assisted her in stepping all of the way out of her car, then shut the door behind her. Easing back against her car door, the cool metal combined with the morning chill she began to shake dramatically and sharing her sensitivity to it. “Need me to warm you up?”

“Please do. Trust me it’s not nerves.” She marched right into the man’s arms and smothered herself into his work vest for body heat. Wrapping his big strong arms around her he rubbed her back vigorously.

“God almighty, you feel ... even smell good. Loving the perfume.”

“Thank you! You smell ... sweaty. I love the scent of a manly man.”

“There she is.” Another of yesterday’s crew joined them and she pulled him into hug her from behind. More body heat the better. He had to laugh at her greedy build a bear hug.

“Warm me.” She giggled. Her additional blanket crushed up against her backside as his boss laughed and gave him just enough room to not be uncomfortable about the shared space. “Mmmm! I’ve missed you big, rugged, hard-working men. I swear I couldn’t even sleep last night waiting for this reunion. Did you guys think I would stand you up?”

“Naaa! We had you hooked yesterday. We’ll wake your sexy ass up.”

“I’m counting on that.” She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed their cozy embrace.

“Hey! Nobody allowed inside the work zone without a hard hat.” A third of her four-man wrecking crew from yesterday laughed and brought her a bright yellow bump cap. Helping her adjust it, she let him fit her scalp and reformat the head band until a perfect fit. A snapped cellphone photo of her between the huggers she was inducted into the union. “Damn you make a hard hat look sexy.”

“Now I wish I did wear work boots, so I looked the part.”

“You look just fine Streaky.”

“Awww! So put me to work. Make me earn my paycheck.” She giggled and lowered her hands to rub the massive bulges of both her newly acquired boss and co-worker’s jeans. “I can be your personal jackhammer.”

“Now that is a work permit already written.” Durbin grinned and told her, “Start jackin’.”

“On my way to the job site. Let me know when it’s lunch time.” She giggled and knelt down to unzip his jeans. Digging in for a hefty eight-inch pecker, she pulled it out with a greedy smile. “I love working here already.” Pausing briefly, she leered to her left and found her other security blanket with his dick already in wait. “Guess I’m working a double shift today.”

“Get busy Grunt! Less talk more work.” Her play along boss laughed but meant what he told her. He needed her mouth around his cock here real soon. Hands busy she jerked them both off while enthusiastically admiring just how hard they were becoming. Even in the artificial light she could tell just how aroused they were. Purple shades on their tiny hard hats were glossy tight.

“Look how hard you boys are. Did you want this that badly?”

“Body as perfect as yours ... damn straight.” The third man chimed it showing his own dick by grazing it on her shoulder.

“Third shift! I love all-nighters!” She found herself sucking off the crew boss and using both very capable palms on the other two. The company was in good hands. Her foreman demanding more effort out of her grabbed Josie by the bump cap and made her fight to take in all eight inches. No tonsils, no problem. She loved deep throating; it was a true art form. Not for a second did her hands lag behind due to her gagging. She wanted nothing more than to make these big fellas happy. Hardcore testosterone was an orgasm or five ready to happen.

“About time you got over here Hargrove.” The foreman welcomed the fourth worker Lance Hargrove from yesterday’s fun.

“Some of us do work ... BOSS!” He gave his foreman hell. “Damn she looks sexier out of her vehicle. I love her tight ass.” In response she stood what she could without losing control and wagged her butt from side to side. Rubbing it she moaned and felt his fingers swiftly intruding her inner thighs. Fingering her cunt and a thumb in her butt pucker from behind she quickly gushed across his knuckles. “That was fast. I think she likes us Chief. Maybe we should write IGLOO on our new water cooler here.” He wiped her warm juices all over her ass cheeks.

Hearing him unzip his pants then relocate his dick up inside her juicy cunt, Josie gasped and fought hard to maintain all four men to prove to them she could. Years of experience she knew how to cover territory, so four dicks were nothing. At age 15 she was groomed to handle gangbangs with precision. Just like riding a bike, you never forget.

In the excitement the guy Hargrove fucking her, opted to up the game and reach beneath her belly and lift her off her feet. Squealing at her loss of footing she was held aloft between all four workers as if she were flying. With her mouth on Dennis Durbin the foreman, she used his deepthroated giant as leverage. Hands gripping tightly on Josie’s left and right-side lovers’ erections, her tail gunner nodded with a puckered mad respect at her skill. Wanting to see just how talented she truly was, he carefully released her legs to let her soar on her own, his embedded eight inch holding her lower body up on its own. Her legs shook about as if dog paddling to stay in the air without clinging to him found further admiration out of all four men. Compliments ran wild.

“Look at her go. I like the Stewardess on this flight.” Doing so carefully Hargrove began fucking her again but resisted grabbing her upper thighs to hold her. He was curious to see how long she could soar on her own and still enjoy his dick. Jerking off her side shifters was difficult having to primarily use them to hold herself. They weren’t complaining they found her performance funny. Straight up hot!

The foreman Dennis Durbin accidently toppled her hardhat off her scalp just let it fall so that he could grip her actual head. Face fucking her roughly it was a huge gamble but dammit she persevered, saliva dripping from her compressed lips in weblike trickles. “You are one crazy sex starving slut.” He laughed as she fed on his cock like the best lunch break ever. His boys praised her every gurgle of the way as they enjoyed her thriving handshakes. Throbbing veins excited her grasp immensely.

Hunger established Durbin was about to serve her the first of a four-course meal. Hearing him growl and tense up she gurgled on the force of his incoming torrent. “Every drop Rookie!” He told her. As if he needed to bark that order. She was known for valuing her morning coffee mate. Durbin deciding to pull out of her drooling mouth faster than expected meant the guy behind her had to grab her hips to compensate the leverage loss. This round she dug her legs into utilizing his hips as support, hooking her heels around his buttocks. Balance wasn’t easy but his buddies reached out to keep them steady. He at least, Josie was on her own. Hands also clutching her hair helped.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” She screamed, spitting up jizz once the foreman escaped her trembling lips. With a stronger balance her hands got busy making the patient duo to her sides happier. Both men discussing strategy stepped inch by inch toward her front to replace a vacating Durbin. His tour ended with Dennis slapping his weeping cock across her face. Holding the side shifter’s thick cocks for dear life the men found themselves hip to hip blocking her vision from Durbin. He needed a breather and had to make certain his remaining crew was keeping a good lookout.

Her joy over their demands led to sucking them both off, utilizing six throat thrusts in an equal balance while jerking the other. Back and forth she slobbered all over their hard hat crowns until one of them managed to catch her just right and shot his load into her welcoming jaws. Accepting it and swallowing, she moved to the other cock without resistance until he too detonated inside her. Josie McKellen loved cum. More the merrier! More! More! More!