04-23-2010, 05:17 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2010
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Paying the contactor
I struck a deal with my hot contractor. Chocolate chip cookies and blow jobs in exchange for a total bathroom renovation. This was genius!
This week he has been tiling his cute little ass off. While handing wall tiles up to him, he shared his play date from the previous night. I was amused she hadn't finished the job.
Obviously, I was just going to have to give him the release he so desperately needed. So, I went to think about this for a while.
As the day went on and the tile was stuck to the thick, gray mortar, the sexual tension grew. He tight, athletic body was covered in mud and tile dust. But the filthier he got, the more I just needed to taste his cock in my mouth.
I walked into the bathroom to see him standing on a step stool, placing the tiles high on the wall against the ceiling. His muscular arms stretching and straining to get the job done. I couldn't stand it any longer and simply informed him he was about to get blown.
Reaching around his slim waist, I undid his pants as he tried to "just lay these two tiles while the mortar is still wet." Yeah, good luck with that.
He was self conscious that he was dirty. That's right, hon, you ARE dirty. Dirty, dirty boy. Nice!
He is one of those rare guys that just always smells good, clean, delicious. Just the smell of him makes me drool lustfully.
I dug my nails into his hips to turn him. His cock was right at mouth level and ready for action. What was a naughty girl to do?
That's right. Suck his fantastic, hard cock. He was delicious but I needed more. I dragged him off the stool and handled his cock as he washed his hands at the kitchen sink.
Before he could even dry his hands, I slid in front of him and encouraged him to fuck me, while I held the sink for leverage.
With his pants around his ankles, he slid slowly into my waiting pussy. His strong hands on my back, as I bent all the way over to use the floor for balance.
At first he teased me with just the tip of his dick, making me gasp softly. Every so often he would thrust a full, deep stroke, causing me to cry out. As I clawed the floor, headed to my first orgasm, he kept the strokes slow and deep. His big cock just a little too big. Bottoming out on each full stroke, making me crazy with pleasure, I came.
As he felt the wetness slid over his shaft, his stroke became quicker and even deeper. He stretched my pussy to its max. As I arched up to grab the sink, he grabbed my ponytail and began fucking me hard.
I came again HARD. He wouldn't let up. I couldn't breath. I couldn't think. Just intense nonstop orgasm shaking my body. He laughed as I begged him to stop. It was too much pleasure. I was going mad on his fantastic cock.
He pulled out, leaving me trembling and relieved. I dropped to the floor so I could suck off his giant cock from below. He came immediately, shooting wave after wave of cum into my mouth. As it slid down my throat I could feel him still pulsing.
I looked up to see him happily watching me clean him with my tongue.
I know I get the best part if the deal... multiple, long orgasms and a new bathroom.
How ever shall I make it up to him? **evil laugh**
Last edited by KinkyGirl; 04-23-2010 at 10:07 PM.
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