Graveyards At The Sugar Factory

I squeeze through a maze of steel pipes and juice tanks that are too hot to touch. It's a thousand degrees and the air is painfully humid. Machinery running above and below me vibrates the floor and shakes dust from the rafters. Steam rushing through metal pipes whistles in my ear.

It's nearing two o'clock in the morning, lunchtime for the overnight zombies. I climb a set of grated stairs and slip between a pair of massive water tanks. The darkness protects me from unwanted eyes as I grab a metal pipe from my pocket and pack it with crumbs of Blue Dream. A flash of red and orange light eviscerates the darkness. The weed inside of the pipe glows red. Smoke fills my lungs. I exhale, slide my pipe into my pocket, and rub hand sanitizer on my hands and neck to cover up the smell of pot.

A euphoric symphony tours through my tired mind and brings the neurons back to life. As the THC trickles into my bloodstream, the tension in my sore muscles disappears.

The one perk of working the graveyard shift at the factory, I can smoke as much as I want, and there's less risk of getting caught.

After I'm thoroughly stoned, I head downstairs toward the factory's outdated laboratory. There's an older woman and an ancient man testing samples and inputting numbers.

I saunter toward Audrey, a five-foot-eight, two hundred and ten pounds, thirty-something-year-old with big tits and an even bigger ass.

"Good morning, Honey," Audrey greets me with a warm smile. I relax on a padded stool next to a silver workbench that's covered in test tubes and antique equipment. Audrey leans over the workbench and grabs a plastic bucket filled with sugar crystals.

Her shirt sticks to her back and reveals half of her ass crack and a glimpse of her milky white cheeks. She stands straight up, draws her belly button to her spine, and pulls her pants up above her hips. I pretend to read a list of data about juice colors.

"I hate working graveyards," I fumble through a stack of meaningless papers, "I'm about to fall asleep."

"Well, there's plenty to do here if you want to help," Audrey's snarky attitude blends with her playful side. She grabs my hand and squeezes.

"There has to be a better way to spend our time," I adopt a half-smile.

Audrey dumps a few grams of sugar into a small machine and pushes a couple of buttons. She asks. "What did you have in mind?"

"Have you ever been to the top of the silos?"

Audrey shakes her head.

I lead her down a set of concrete steps to the first floor, and we transition from the hot, humid air inside of the factory into the cold, crisp air of winter.

Five concrete silos tower over us, each a hundred feet in diameter and five hundred feet tall. We run through the loading dock that's filled with boxes of sugar and stop when we're blocked by a locked door and a keypad. I type in the last four digits of the factory's phone number and we continue on our journey.

Sugar dust coats the floors and walls.

Fluorescent lights keep the shadows at bay.

In the center of the room is an old, rickety man-lift. A wide, rubber belt constantly rotates from the bottom floor to the top, and periodically a metal handle and a sturdy platform appear so workers can go to the top without having to climb a terrifying ladder on the outer wall.

A yellow handle appears. I grab it and place my foot on the platform that's four feet below it. I slowly ascend through the middle of the silo, passing floor after floor of refined sugar. It takes three minutes to reach the top. It's best to not look down during the trip. I let go of the handle and step onto solid ground.

A few seconds later, the top of Audrey's hardhat rises through the hole in the floor. Her head follows, then her body, and finally her feet as she steps off of the platform. Our handholds go over the top of the man-lift and descend on the other side.

We leave the small, insulated shack that covers the man-lift and walk toward the waist-high rail that surrounds the top of the silos. From our vantage point, we can see the entire town from hundreds of feet in the air. It's the middle of December, and the town is glowing with Christmas lights in every color.

"It's beautiful," Audrey says as she leans against the rail. She looks straight down and takes a step back. Vertigo is especially powerful at this height.

Cold air leaks through my jacket, and I notice that Audrey is shivering. I put my arm on her shoulder and pull her close. "It's freezing. Let's go inside."

She nods and follows me to the shack at the top of the man-lift. We shake off a layer of frost and I open my jacket, inviting her to hold me for warmth. Her hot breath feels good on my neck. She presses her heavy, malleable breasts against my chest.

I slide my hand down her back and along the curve of her ass. My cock starts to grow and rubs against her leg, growing even bigger and stronger with each pass.

Audrey giggles and rubs her hand on the outside of my pants. She feels the shape of my cock and it quickly reaches full mass. Her head drops out of sight as she bends her knees until they touch the floor. She unzips my pants and pulls my cock through the opening.

Her mouth is a haven of pleasure and a sweet vacation from the cold. She sucks my dick with long, quick strokes and cups my balls with her hand.

The tip of her finger tickles my taint and crawls between my legs.

My asshole rejects her finger at first, and my brain isn't so sure either. She slowly worms the tip through the center and pushes her middle finger past my anus until she's two knuckles deep.

I throw my head back and she inundates me with pleasure. I'm overwhelmed with arousal and my legs are shaking. She fingers my asshole and sucks my cock simultaneously. When her mouth slides back, her finger pushes in, and when her finger pulls back, her mouth swallows my cock whole.

My body trembles and I can't stop repeating the words. "You're amazing."

I grab Audrey's hand and pull her finger out of my ass. She looks up at me with confusion steeped in her eyebrows. I want to taste her sweet juices.

She lies flat on her back and I help her remove her pants, shirt, and silky white bra. I push her panties to the side to reveal a pair of engorged, pink lips. My tongue traces the outline of her labia, and I decide to return the favor that she gave me. I tickle the rim of her asshole with my pointer finger and gently push past the barrier after I wet it with my tongue.

I eat her pussy like it's a melting ice cream cone, refusing to let even a single drop touch the floor. My finger slides in and out of her ass as I pull her entire clit into my mouth and hold it there, beating it with the tip of my tongue over and over while she moans.

She pushes my face away from her crotch and says. "Fuck me, Honey."

I line up my hips and push the head of my cock between her glistening lips.

Audrey rubs her clit in wide circles as her head turns from side to side. My cock plunges deep between her folds. Her lips stick to the side of my cock and stretch when I pull back.

Her slippery juices eventually reduce the traction enough for her lips to slide down and hug the tip of my dick. I adjust my rhythm in accordance with her moans and whimpers and my own need to cum.

Audrey flips over and props herself up on her hands and knees. She reaches back and grabs her ass cheeks and pulls. Her asshole stretches and winks at me.

My mouth fills with saliva and I spit a massive glob onto her asshole. I use the tip of my cock to work the spit around the rim of her anus, and once it's properly lubricated, I push the tip through the center. My entire cock disappears between her ass cheeks, and I slowly work it back and forth to expand the muscles.

Audrey works her clit with two fingers. I fuck her harder and faster as her asshole stretches more and more.

Between heavy breaths, I manage to say, "I'm gonna cum."

She reaches behind her back and grabs an ass cheek with each hand. I pull my cock out and she stretches her gaping asshole even more. I stroke the shaft with a firm grip and aim right for the center. Precum drips from the head of my cock, and then a stream of white honey shoots into her rectum. Thick, white globs gather around the rim and crawl down her taint and the outside of her lips.

Audrey checks her watch as she's putting on her clothes. She kisses me on the corner of the lips and says, "I have to get back to work. Thanks for helping me pass the time."

She waits for a platform and a handle to flip over the top of the man-lift. When the opportunity rolls around, she steps onto a platform and disappears through the hole in the floor.

Instead of following her down, I leave the shack and walk toward the rail at the top of the silo. I breathe in the cold night air and stare across the small town and savor the moment.

Personally, I adore the graveyard shift.