Empty Easter Basket

I raised my arms and pried their hands away from my tits. "Okay, I think that's enough, boys. Convinced?" I laughed as I forced a break.

The guys maneuvered, playfully combative, as they tried to reclaim contact with my bust. Cliff lunged and I blocked, then Brock swooped, and I parried. My blush spread and reddened as my excitement built; my shrieks of laughter rang in the cramped kitchen. Brock's two-handed raid pinned my arm to my hip with one hand, leaving his other hand unguarded. His fingers grasped my supple breast as a wide smile burst across his face. Cliff noticed and jokingly protested.

"Hey, no fair! Why can't I get convinced more?"

"I didn't let him he-..." I tried to retort but the tickling pleasure of Brock's hand on my breast disabled my voice. Cliff interrupted me, turning away and pretending to assess the scorched, disconnected appliance.

"Now how did you say this 'actually happened', again?" he said turning back to make playfully accusing eye contact with me.

"I told you," I paused, and took Cliff's hand in my own, guiding it back to my chest. His fingers enthusiastically cupped 'his' tit once more. "It wasn't. My. Fault."

Cliff gave a preoccupied nod in response, though I doubted he really heard my words. The workers' unfamiliar hands vigorously massaged my jugs, causing sultry craving to creep humidly through my body. I chewed my bottom lip with surging desire.

"And after this, you're convinced, right?" My voice was husky and low, my eyelids hung heavily.

"Well... let's say it's a pretty good start." Brock replied with a lustful grin.

I nodded sleepily, the warm daze of arousal settling over my senses. As my pussy moistened from the strangers' exhaustive, infatuated attention to my breasts, I thought about my weekend-long inflamed state, then of the new excitement of Cliff catching me in my seductive outfit, of the pleasure of their unfamiliar intimate touch, the thrill of being naughty with these strangers when John might arrive and catch us. The growing pressure in my loins and head, both from the lecherous workmen and my own eagerly assenting libido, threatened to drive me over the edge.

I imagined a little angel in white bunny-ears on my shoulder.

"Careful, Sarah. This is what happens with you! You tease, and then you give a little more, and before you know it, you get carried away and go too far!" The white bunny warned.

A red devil-bunny appeared on my opposite shoulder. "Yeah, you go too far and you fucking love it!" I shook my head to clear the apparitions from my mind.

"I'm not gonna fuck you to install a new microwave..." I insisted unconvincingly, trying to regain my self-control. The lie echoed in my ringing ears. I knew John might arrive any time, and even if he didn't catch us in the act, it seemed likely that he'd be able to tell that he was getting sloppy-seconds (or, more accurately, thirds). On the other hand, it was John who - in addition to being late because of work, as always! - broke the microwave and put me in this predicament!

"Let's not put the cart before the horse." Cliff pumped the brakes curiously, but his hand scooped up an overflowing handful of my breast while he spoke. "First, you have to convince us it wasn't your fault. You know, we could lose our jobs for lying on paperwork." Brock's hand cupped my other tit, squeezing the meaty sphere through my top. "And besides that, I think that's another lie."

Brock slipped his other hand between my legs. With a turn of his wrist, he pressed his fingers into the swamped crotch of my costume. He gave a pleased grumble as he investigated my wetness.

"What do you think, Brock? Is she lying again?"

Brock nodded to confirm. I gasped at the desperately needed attention to my box.

"Anyway," Cliff continued, "you've got your 'egg hunt', and - hey, when is he supposed to be here?"

I closed my eyes contentedly. "Mmm... who knows..." I murmured softly, enjoying the two sets of strange hands roaming my body.

"Ah, got it. So, he could be here soon. Besides, sadly, we still have other jobs left to get to this afternoon. So, you convince us real quick that this microwave died a natural death." His fingers gripped the rim of my top and gruffly yanked it downwards. My bare tits popped into the room; my excited, rosy nipples stiffened as they rolled gratifyingly beneath the two rough palms. "Then, tomorrow, we'll come back and fuck you before we install the new one."

"And again after, too." Brock added as he dragged the crotch of my costume aside and dipped two exploratory fingers into my dripping snatch. Both men laughed loudly in agreement. I whinnied at the penetration, bucking my hips and driving my eager pussy deeper onto his fingers.

My knuckles were white in their intense grip on the counter-edge. Four unfamiliar, rugged hands fondled and squeezed and entered me in a manner I had ravenously craved for days. Fingers enthusiastically plucked and squeezed at my sensitive teats, while hands hungrily massaged and kneaded the pliable meat of my tits. My elevated excitement skyrocketed at the troublemakers' attention. Unbelievably, I found myself on the verge of cumming all over the strange fingers in my pussy.

"Fuck... so good..." I whisper-groaned. Brock massaged my clit with his thumb while his two fingers pumped rhythmically into my slickened gash. In unison, both workers moved their mouths to my breasts. Each took a sensitive nipple between their lips; two tongues lashed my teats. I brought my hands to the back of their heads, forcing more of my tits into their hungrily lapping mouths. My responsive nubs tingled at the attentive suckling. The sensation intermingled with the pleasure of Brock's fingers in my snatch and drove me excitedly towards the brink.

"Oh fuh-uck!" My voice cracked as I cried out, scraping my pastel nails into their scalps as I started to cum. My swiveling hips ground my crotch against Brock's hand, digging his fingers further into my quaking pussy.

Unexpectedly, an instant before my orgasm could catch, both men broke free of my grasping hands and pulled their mouths from my breasts. Simultaneously, Brock yanked his hand out of my crotch. His fingers glistened, slicked with my juices.

"Hey!" I bleated disappointedly. My stymied pussy constricted, aching in its abrupt emptiness. Twin smears of saliva dripped off my suddenly neglected breasts. My frustrated eyes darted between the workers, desperate for them to resume and get me off.

"Hey yourself. Don't forget that you're supposed to be convincing us." Cliff reached out and gave my abandoned nipple a rude pinch to punctuate his words.

Brock reached behind me and hastily slid the robe from my shoulders. He carelessly balled the garment, then tossed away the discarded satin. I watched it land and unfurl, sliding across the cold stovetop. Noticing my costume tail for the first time, Brock gave my ass a firm smack.

"Damn! Watch that cotton bounce!" He rejoiced. I yelped at the sudden, sharp strike.

Intrigued, Cliff whirled me around and bent me over the counter with my butt protruding into the narrow galley. Cocking his arm back, Cliff took his turn spanking my ass and watching my cottontail dance as my cheeks recoiled. Both workmen reveled, trading off turns smacking my buttocks. I moaned softly with every blow. Each strike thrust my body forward, scuffing my bare tits across the cold granite countertop and sending electrified chills down my spine.

Firm hands on my waist lifted me and straightened my spine, turning me away from the counter and towards Cliff. Those hands - Brock's, I now understood - slid forward to my stomach, then climbed to their favored perch on my naked breasts. I gasped in bliss as his paws pressed over my rigid nipples. Reaching behind me, my own palm found the lively bulge extending down his legs. I gave him a welcoming squeeze, smiling as I caught Cliff watching.

Encouraged by my attention to Brock's engorgement, Cliff unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. "It's time to do some persuading." He said as he dragged his throbbing erection from his pants, giving it an inviting waggle.

"Yeah, hop to it!" Brock giggled from my rear. Through his hold on my breasts from behind me, Brock began tugging my body downward. I readily complied, dropping to my knees on the kitchen floor as I stared hungrily at Cliff's cock. My heels scraped on the tile. As I reached the floor, Brock relinquished his handhold on my chest.

Cliff stepped forward, positioning himself between my kneeling form and the stove. I reached forward, loosely wrapping his tube in my delicate fingers. I pistoned my elbow, giving the prick a couple tenuous strokes. A thought occurred to me as I genuflected and prepared to suck the worker's dick.

"Do you run this con often?" I stared at the stack of papers on the clipboard.

"Well... let's say that you're the first one who's gone for it..." Cliff chortled.

A warm pang rippled through my puss at his news. My brain insisted that I should feel duped - maybe even ashamed - that I was gulled into perversion when others had known better. But my libido screamed as it took control, seizing the wheel and cutting the brakes. Taking a deep breath, I leaned in and opened my jaws, taking the round head between my lips.

"Mmmmmfff" I groaned around his dick. An excited bubble of satisfaction swelled in my stomach, feeding my frothing lust. My fingers tightened their grip at his base as my lips began traveling the length of his cock. Diving and receding, my mouth sailed along his erection. The effect on Cliff was immediate, as he groaned and braced himself against the stovetop.

The clatter of a belt buckle and zipper sounded from behind me. I continued bobbing my mouth in Cliff's groin, awaiting further movement. As I sucked the first man, I felt a tapping against the long costume ears atop my head. Brock laughed and the drumming stopped, but the round cockhead swept past my real ear then brushed insistently against my cheek.

Brock stepped around my side, then settled in against the counter beside Cliff. Looking up from my initial assignment, I lifted my mouth from Cliff's pole but kept my hand ringed on his girth. I circled my other fingers around Brock's base. Tilting to his side, I ran my flattened tongue from end to end of his shaft. My tongue danced around his round tip, then my lips flashed down his pipe, driving until they met my looped fingers at the foot of his tool.

I continued jerking Cliff's rigid member while my lips and tongue pleasured Brock's. As he watched my mouth work its magic, Brock unbuttoned his shirt, tucking the open halves behind his hips to reveal a sculpted chest and stomach. I tore my mouth away for a moment, still firmly stroking both erections.

"Five hundred dollars, huh? What does that microwave actually cost?" I asked, glancing between the men and the dead, chintzy device on the counter. A pearled strand of saliva hung between the edge of my lip and the point of my chin.

"It's going to be seven hundred if you don't stop talking and get back to work." Cliff curtly instructed.

He gripped his palm on the back of my head and pulled my mouth back to his crotch. His thick cock bullied past my lips and deep into the back of my mouth. As his tip lodged in the entrance to my throat, I choked and gagged up a thick cord of drool. Tendrils of gluey slobber coughed out from the corners of my mouth as I skimmed my lips along his pole, sliding sloppily down my chin and dripping off my jaw.

"Damn, you smell nice." Cliff observed. He inhaled deeply through his nose, appreciating my perfume while keeping a dictating hand on my back of my head. "Doesn't she smell nice, Brock?"

"Rich girls always smell nice like this." Brock agreed.

"W'ahm ngowt wikft!" I objected through the obstructing cock in my mouth. There wasn't a point in arguing though, the guys obviously knew what my apartment cost.

"Hmm, no?" Cliff considered. "Well, you sure have great tits like a rich girl."

"Rich girls always have great tits like those." Brock nodded while grabbing a mittful of my swaying jugs.

Wrenching my mouth free, I gasped down two desperate breaths then turned my attention to Brock's prick. His thrusting hips battered his manhood across my tongue and against my palate. Bracing the impact with my hand gripping his base, my drawn lips negotiated his broad shaft. I forced my mouth forward, plowing his cock into my throat. Gagging, I held my mouth in place, feeling tears squeeze out from the corners of my eyes, streaking my makeup as they flowed down my cheeks.

Switching back to Cliff, I pumped my mouth to an increasing depth along his pipe. The head of his cock drilled deep into my throat, mining up pools of spit. The drool overflowed my lips, trickling off my chin and spattering messily on my springy, bare tits. More tears smeared columns of clotted mascara down my cheeks. My long ears bent and flopped above me as I bobbed my head, unfurling and straightening each time my head recoiled. As I traded between blowing the two worker's cocks, the crotch of my bodysuit grew saturated with my juices.

A gleeful, devilish idea emerged in my lusty, fevered mind. I emptied my mouth, then smiling up at the duo from my knees, pulled them closer together by my hazardous grips. Both men flinched and looked at me distrustfully as I drew their dicks alongside each other, but my biddable, wide-eyed gaze - and my naked tits below it - calmed their fears.

With the two shafts pressed neatly together, I leaned forward and directed each glans to my gaped mouth. Tucking a tip into each corner of my mouth, my lips stretched comically as I crammed the two cocks into my jaws. My overextended lips contorted like a maniacal smile as I pushed the double-barreled phallus into my mouth. Slurping the crowding pricks, I flicked my tongue beneath the broad, throbbing veins.

"Tfah bwaaaaahhhhh!" I trumpeted, lifting my hands away from the dicks, folded between my ludicrously straining lips. While I worked my tongue and lips around the two writhing pipes in my mouth, I theatrically scooped my tits upwards for dramatic flourish. The show garnered mock-applause from the workers.

As the novelty of my doubled performance wore off - and our indefinite window of time before John's return elapsed - I ended my theatrics and removed the cocks from my mouth. I quickly returned my lips to Brock's dick, puckering my lips and swirling my tongue around his head and pole. My jaws galloped their circuit between his tip and base. My other hand heaved on Cliff's shaft, lubricated by the slippery coating of my own saliva.

I released Brock with a reluctant whine and drew frantic breaths into my momentarily-free mouth. Both hands pumped the workers' cocks as I recovered. Cliff gravely checked his Timex.

"You need to hurry up." He instructed as he replaced his hand on the back of my head. I readily obeyed, accepting his dick into my mouth. My lips skipped down his shaft until they furrowed around his base. I hummed my lips, soaking his cock in my vibrating mouth while massaging his rod with my tongue. My drenching excitement was flooding my costume briefs.

Pausing momentarily as I swapped dicks once again, I cautioned the workers, "I need you to cum in my mouth. We can't risk a big cleanup." Both nodded their understanding. "And warn me!"

Satisfied that we all agreed, I repeated my frantic dive with my jaws pursed tightly on Brock's pipe. Bucking my neck, I forced my mouth vigorously along his length. My arm rapidly pumped Cliff's rod. Feeling Brock's cock stiffen in my mouth, I moaned in delighted anticipation of a sticky payout. My pussy tensed excitedly, on the verge of orgasm without being touched.

"Oh fuck! Now!" Brock grunted an instant before his cock erupted. The gelatinous, hot spray of cum shot against the roof of my mouth.

"Mmmurp," I hummed, smiling around his shaft as I rushed to gulp the salty goo. 'Good. He listened.' I thought as another burst of splooge filled my mouth. His cock twitched again, and more seed spurted across my tongue.

Cliff apparently hadn't listened. As I jerked his cock with my free hand, my mouth still occupied swallowing Brock's spunk, two ropes of jizz rocketed from Cliff's prick and splattered across my cheek, from my temple to my jaw. I hastily pulled my mouth off Brock's tool.

"What the fuck?!" I protested as I shoved his shooting dick into my mouth. His tip spewed another load of cum into my tonsils. Brock wasn't finished either, and I felt a volley of jism smack against my forehead and tangle in my auburn bangs. A further torrent splashed under my chin and trickled down my neck onto my swollen tits.

"Not you too?!" I cried, wrenching my mouth free of Cliff's glans and returning my lips to Brock. A thick gob of batter gushed out of Brock's tip into my mouth. As I gulped, Cliff speckled my supple rack with a dappling of white cum dots.

"Here's some crème for those eggs, bunny!" Cliff snickered. Brock was also amused. Returning my mouth to Cliff's cock, I sucked out the last stray traces of seed.

Breathing heavily, I touched my fingers to my cum-marbled face. "Neither of you guys listened!" I scolded. Neither of the workers seemed remorseful.

Grinning fiendishly at the kaleidoscopic mess of jizz on my sullied tits and face, Brock remarked, "When he gets here, you should give your boyfriend a long, deep kiss. He's missing a hell of a show." Forgetting our urgent time constraints for a naughty moment, I cradled my goo-streaked rack, modeling the crisscrossing pattern of splooge on my spherical breasts. Preoccupied with my cum-spattered performance, none of us heard the bell of the elevator arriving.

"Knock knock!" John called as he opened the front door.

"Fuck!" I silently mouthed, scrambling to my feet. My tits wagged as I impatiently waved my arms, ordering the workers to dress. My other hand made a clutching 'gimme' motion in the air, aimed at a roll of paper towels on the counter.

"Sarah? Are you here?" John followed up on to my lack of answer.

Cliff tugged his pants to his waist, rushing to clip his belt with a minimum of buckle clanging. He tossed me the roll, smiling as he gave my cum-covered face and tits one last look. I smirked ironically, repeating my 'hurry up' gesture, then tore two jagged chunks of towel and wiped the rags across my spermy chin and cheeks. Dark smears of makeup and clotted globs of cum blotted off my face into the cloth.

Seeing that Brock was still struggling with his shirt buttons - and I was half-naked and caked in jizz - Cliff whispered, "I'll stop him," then picked up the scorched microwave corpse and headed around the corner, through the living room towards the entry.

"Ahoy there! How're you doing? I'm Cliff!" we heard Cliff hail exaggeratedly. Though they were out of sight, it was easy to picture John's bewildered response to the stranger.

"Oh... hello... wasn't, uh, expecting you... I mean, to be here..." John was caught off guard by the workman. I hoped his adjusted path would buy me enough time. "Oh, you guys are gonna replace that, huh?" A tinge of guilt had entered his voice as he noticed the ruined appliance.

John's progress through the living room had paused as he listened to Cliff's detailed explanation of what exactly had broken in the device. As I scooped cum out of my cleavage, I noted that they hadn't bothered giving such a technical explanation with me earlier. My tits still bore faint stains of drying cum as I hurried them back under the costume top.

"Look, if there's any cost for this replacement... it was my fault. I broke it, so I'd like you to bill me, not her, if that's possible." John confessed. I wondered if he had been intimidated into the admission by the presence of the larger, blue-collar laborer. More importantly, I hoped he wasn't fucking up the deal I had worked so hard to 'negotiate'.