My son-in-law, Dean, and a couple of his mates, Jase and Connor, had started work on a house renovation. It was a little bit of a diversion from my normal route back from working at lunchtime in the local pub, but I had taken to passing by in the hope of attracting some attention; or, with luck, a lot of attention from the three lads.
On the Friday afternoon, I headed home via the building site. Underneath my coat, I was wearing a figure-hugging Leopard skin print mesh top with a plunging neckline. It was pulled even tighter over my heavy boobs by a thick crocodile skin belt that was held in place by three buckled straps. The belt covered the waistband of a faded denim miniskirt, which ran a little way down my thick thighs and stretched very tight across my chunky bum. There was a small gap of bare flesh between the denim hem and the top of a pair of black thigh-length boots, with 4"'heels and a zipper running up the back seam.
A wolf whistle greeted me as I passed the building. I looked up to see all three builders leaning out of windows, eyeing me up with leery grins on their faces. In no time at all, after a brief exchange of flirty banter, I had been invited up to inspect their work.
"Shouldn't I be wearing a hard hat?" I asked with a raised eyebrow, picking my way across the rubble-strewn room, conscious of three sets of eyes mentally undressing me as I tottered on 4" heels.
"I've got something hard for you, Mandy," Jase winked, grabbing at his crotch. Connor chucked, and Dean nodded encouragingly at me. My pulse quickened and I felt my pussy tingle.
"Is that right, you cheeky sod," | laughed huskily, whilst running my fingers suggestively over a cylindrical metal prop that ran from floor to ceiling. There was a heavy silence as the three men watched my hand movement.
"You ever pole-danced, Mandy?" my son-in-law asked, indicating the pole I was stroking with my long, false nails.
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." I winked, reaching higher up the pole, with my other hand on my hip, and letting my coat fall open to reveal the curves hidden beneath it.
"Twenty quid says you show us," suggested Jase, pulling out £20 and putting it into a hard hat. The others immediately reached into pockets, searching for cash.
"Make it forty quid each and I might be up for it," I indicated, leaning back against the metal prop, with one heel raised onto it, and running a hand slowly down my cleavage whilst looking around at the builders.
"Oh, I reckon you're up for it, darlin," Connor grinned, leering at the swell of flesh encased in a push-up bra that peaked out from the plunging neckline of the leopard skin top. I raised an eyebrow suggestively and pouted at him whilst the men chucked notes into the hat, which was handed to me with looks of hungry anticipation.
With a smile, I removed the coat and handed it to Jase, who hung it up alongside the spare hats and high-viz vests. Prising a button open to allow more of my cleavage to spill out, I put on the hard hat, placed a hand lightly onto the metal prop and moved it high above my head. Shifting my weight onto the inside leg, I slowly walked around the pole, my plump arse tight against the faded denim of the miniskirt.
Returning to face the tradesmen, I rested my shoulder blades against the pole and slid slowly down to my haunches, releasing the three buckles on the thick crocodile skin belt and tossing it aside. Pushing against the pole, I rose back up, slipping the buttons on my mesh top and letting it fall away onto the rubble-strewn floor.
Smiling with anticipation when the men began pulling t-shirts over their heads, I brought one hand high on the pole and the other across my chest to grasp the metal. Then, angling my inside foot towards it, I swung around the pole; head back, black hair flowing out, carrying my body around and landing back in front of the men. Reaching behind, I unclasped the push-up bra and discarded it onto the filthy concrete. "Look at the size of those fucking tits," Connor groaned as cargo pants and work trousers were removed.
Unzipping the mini skirt, I tugged the denim over my wide hips and thick thighs. Turning, I bent forward, presenting my ample backside to the lads and peeling the skirt down over my boots. I heard a groan as they saw the string of the black thong had disappeared into the valley between my fleshy buttocks.
Dressed only in a thong and thigh-length fake leather boots, I turned back and presented my voluptuous body to three young men. "Fucking state of that," Jase muttered hoarsely, removing his briefs. All three builders were naked now, except for their work boots.
Whilst Connor made a pile of flattened cardboard on the concrete floor, Dean and Jase closed in around me, kneading my heavy boobs with calloused hands. Biting my plump lip, I felt Jase push a hand down between my legs and run it along my already wet mound. Standing behind me, Dean peeled off my thong, tugging it firmly down around my ankles; stepping out from it, I watched him fling it carelessly across the room.
“We're going to fuck you senseless, you dirty old tart," Dean growled, making my fat arse wobble with a hard slap. My heart was racing and nipples hardening in anticipation of what was about to be done to me by the three young lads.
Connor joined us and began kissing and biting my neck. Eyes closed, and lips parted in a moan, I trembled as rough hands worked their way over my chubby body, pawing at the plaint flesh and teasing my large nipples. Whilst Jase slipped a finger through my slick folds, Dean moved one hand to massage my fleshy tummy, and explored between my buttocks with the fingers of his other hand. My knees buckled slightly, and I sobbed with arousal at the determined attention I was receiving from the three lads.
My son-in-law whispered something filthy in my ear as he pushed a finger through my sphincter. "You dirty bastard," I gasped, feeling him knuckle deep in my arse. Watching my reaction, Jase grinned, toying me hard with his finger. "Oh my God, so good," I moaned, whilst fingers plunged into both holes, and hard hands pawed at my trembling flesh.
"That's it, don't stop. Don't fucking stop. Right there. Oh, my God, I'm gonna cum," I screamed, my walls and sphincter clenching around toying fingers as I jerked and twitched through an intense orgasm.
The tradesmen slipped fingers from me and led me, thighs trembling, across to the makeshift bed. Rough hands pushed me down onto my back. Recovering my composure, I looked enquiringly at the three builders.
“Who’s first then, lads?” I pouted, thick thighs akimbo, my huge breasts cupped in both hands, lying back invitingly.
"Me, you fucking slag," Connor muttered, joining me on the filthy cardboard. Taking my thick thighs in his hands, he spread-eagled me. I shivered with anticipation at what was about to be done to me. Lying there, pinned to the makeshift bed, I felt the young builder nudge his glans against my dripping quim. My eyes widened and I inhaled sharply with the shock as he suddenly buried himself inside me.
"Oh my God, yes," | hissed, looking up at him with lust-filled eyes and feeling his cock stretch the muscles of my tunnel, "fuck me like you mean it."
"You want it hard, do you, Mandy?" Connor sneered, as I wrapped my boot-clad legs around his hips, “I’ll give you hard, you chubby whore,” the young man growled, as I let out high-pitched wails; my fleshy body undulating in response to the barrage of repeated and rapid thrusts of his pelvis.
"You dirty, dirty slut," my son-in-law chuckled, rock hard cock in hand, watching the soles of my thigh-length boots bouncing on either side of Connor's tight buttocks as his mate subjected me to a pounding.
''Ohmygod...ohmygod...ohmygod," I sobbed, huge tits bouncing and flabby stomach quivering in time with the determined slap of his pelvis against my mound. Eventually, I felt Connor tense and release himself deep inside me with a strangled groan.
Pulling out and discarding me, Connor stepped away, leaving me with my heavy boobs rising and falling as I regained my breath. Moving forward, Dean grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Making himself comfortable on the makeshift bed, and with an arrogantly expectant grin, he motioned for me to straddle him. Swinging a thick thigh over his work-hardened body and lowering myself slightly, I paused to let some of Connor's sticky white mess drip down onto my son-in-law's engorged helmet. "Nasty bitch," he grinned, slapping my wobbly arse.
Winking, I reached down for his rock-hard member and positioned it so that it was nudging against the slick folds of my glistening mound. Collagen-enhanced lips parted in a slutty pout, I slowly sank onto his thick veiny cock. "Oh, fuck, that feels good," I hissed, gyrating on his pelvis and feeling his wide girth stretch and fill me.
"Do you like being ridden by your mother-in-law," I moaned, digging long fake fingernails into his toned chest muscles while grinding myself on his thickness. Dean grinned and nodded, reaching up to grope my enormous boobs whilst he pushed up into me in time with my movements.
Riding my daughter's husband with firm movements of my wide hips, I sensed Jase position himself behind me. I gasped when callused hands pressed firmly down on the nape of my neck, deepening Dean's penetration of me and exposing my flabby bum. Pulling my buttocks apart, Jase ran his domed head up and down the crack of my arse, lubricating it with the mess of cum and juices. "You've been gagging for this, haven't you, Mandy; making a detour past the building site on your way back from work each day, hoping we would drag you up here and give you a good seeing-to," he growled in a low hard tone, working the same mess into my tight sphincter, and then using his fingers to stretch it in preparation for the entry of his massive cock.
My son-in-law winked at his mate, pulling me down so that my arse was exposed for entry, and watching my eyes widen with shock at the intense burn as Jase's mushroom-like head dilated my sphincter. "Fuuccckkkk," | screamed, my body spasming as he forced himself deep into my arse.
"Fucking hell, Mandy, I can feel you tightening on my cock," Jase grunted, easing himself out slightly before plunging his cock deep into my bowels. Connor looked on, stroking himself back to hardness at the sight of me; boot-clad legs astride Dean's flexing thighs, boobs swinging in his face, and letting out a series of high-pitched whimpers in time with Jase's invasion of my anus.
"Yes, this is what I needed," I sobbed as the two young builders drove themselves into my body in tandem. "Send me home to my husband with your spunk dripping out of me," I pleaded, arching my back and thrusting my huge tits into my son-in-law's face. My breathing was ragged now, the climax welling up in response to the feeling of being almost unbearably full of their hard meat.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, oh fuck, yes,” I sobbed in short breaths, riding the waves of my orgasm as they fucked both my holes. Then, with the two of them barely apart inside me, filling me front and rear, I went limp and let them use me; my curvy body rippling with the perfectly timed penetration of my holes.
Connor moved forward to join his mates, presenting his rampant member to me with a smirk. Grabbing a fistful of my jet-black hair, he slapped my face repeatedly with his cock, before silencing my fevered sobs by forcing it between my enhanced lips.
Gagging repeatedly as Connor fucked my face, my body juddering and my enormous mounds oscillating, the men's grunts and my choking and moaning echoed around the building site as the three of them used my body. "I'm going to cum in your arse, Mandy," Jase panted, gripping my pliant hips and driving into my tender arsehole. With a groan of release, his cock twitching repeatedly, he flooded my anus with his sticky mess.
The sensation of Jase's cock twitching violently against the thin membrane separating their shafts set Dean off. "Fuck, yesssssss," he grunted, his cock twitching repeatedly as he held himself deep inside me, whilst I trembled and shook between the pair of them.
The sight of all this was too much for Connor, who was yanking my hair as he abused my face. “Slag,” sobbed, thrusting his hips forward and pulsing tendrils of salty mess into my throat.
As Connor released my head, I slumped, trembling, onto Dean's chest. With a final slap of my buttocks, Jase eased his slimy cock from my battered and distended anus. Once his friend had stepped back, Dean rolled me away and rose to his feet. “Cheers, Mandy, you old slapper; that was awesome,” he winked. The others grinned and nodded their thanks, watching me recover on the cardboard; a panting, ruined mess, with their cum oozing down my thighs.
"Best I get back and make Sean his tea," I sighed, wiping globs of cum from my plump lips and licking the finger clean.
