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Years ago I was working as a shower fitter. Most jobs took a few days as we did it all, water,electrics,tiling, so by the time we finished we’d have been in the customers home for a couple of weeks.
I was sent to this job which was a nightmare. But the woman was nice, curvey, quite a bit older than me and a bit of a tease.
We often had clients, women, make suggestive comments, but were warned by our boss that there was never, ever to be anything between us and a client. Do so and be found out and you’d be sacked, there and then. So needless to say nothing ever happened.
This particular job was turning in to a real drama - everything that could go wrong did.
Our client was quite understanding and helpful. The one morning I asked her if she’d mind emptying her bedside draws as I had to lift floorboards behind her bed. She just pulled out the draws and left them on the bed, having to rush off to her work. She told me to leave everything she’d put it all back when she got home. Great.
She left and I pushed back the bed and underneath it were copies of escort magazine. You horny bitch I thought to myself. So what’s a horny tradesman to do, read the mags of course! I was well turned on by the time I flicked through them and thought I better get on so I gave the bed a good shove an the draws she’d put on the bed fell off spilling the contents. Nickers, bras and a small collection of dildos and vibrators.
Now I’d come across stuff like this before, but they’d always been in houses with a him and her. This client was a single white female and for some reason this was more sexy than normal. Way more. I could help myself but imagine her using these toys whilst viewing the pictures in the mag,
I was rampant by now and started to handle the toys, becoming envious of them even. I imagined her pussy being spread apart as she pushed them in and out, wetting them with her juice. I wonder if she then licked them clean afterwards. I became so curious that I sniffed them, and there wasn’t a hint of her scent. I bet she did.
It became too much for me and I went off to the toilet with one of her mags and wanked furiously over the best look-alike picture of her. It wasn’t long at all before i was shooting my spunk over the white porcelain of the hand bowl. Not one of the best wanks, but a most satisfactory one.
Later on, just as I was leaving she came home and I apologised for leaving her with a mess in the bedroom, but she did say she’d tidy up and as I left I mentioned that her draws had fallen over and I’d put everything back in one. Knowing that she then realise what I had found.
As I walked away she shouted after me that her boyfriend would be there tomorrow so if I could restrict myself to downstairs jobs that would be appreciated.
The following day I turned up as normal, and she offered me coffee before starting. We exchanged pleasantries and she mentioned again that her boyfriend was going over and could I just work downstairs. As she left the kitchen she mentioned that she’d put everything away after I left yesterday.
I was curious about what she would have thought when she realised that I had seen her porn collection and toys, but I couldn’t see anything in her face. nothing!
Later on the doorbell went and in came her boyfriend, He was much older than her. She introduced him to me and made us a coffee. He took an interest in the work I was doing and held on to her waist, telling me that she was his, in his hunter/gatherer way. She kissed him, passionately, very passionately. I could see him look uneasy. Obviously not comfortable with having me there.
I said, “well I better get on” and quick as a flash she said to her boyfriend, “yes you better GET on” and gave him a squeeze in his croch area.
They both went upstairs and I heard some music come on. It was obvious that they were going to be making love and that he wasn’t at all happy at having me in the house.
I was in kitchen doing some plumbing and you could here the bed start to creak. I couldn’t stop smiling to myself to think that only yesterday I was in that same bedroom looking over her porn collection and her toys and today she’s got the real thing.
Soon there was a rhythm to the bed. He was in. He was stabbing her with his dick, spreading her lips, giving to her what I want to yesterday. Lucky bastard. Then I thought, why not, I could easy sneak up and listen better, so I did. I crept the stairs and could hear her moan and groan and give her lover encouragement to go on, go on. This was so sexy. The woman who yesterday I was wanking over was feet away from me getting fucked for real.
I positioned myself outside the bedroom door and I swear I could hear each sloppy push in to her he made. Then the door opened slightly, not fully, hardly at all, but now I could hear everything. I could hear him panting, I could hear the slapping of thighs, the slippy sound of erect tissue sliding into a willing pussy. Fuck this was way more exciting than any porn mag. I wanted to get my cock out and wank it in time with him, wishing I was him, wondering if I could last better than him.
Then I could hear him cry out that he was coming, which was immediately greeted with a not yet from her. "Too late" he cried and with that the bed noise stopped.
I could feel the dissatisfaction from where I was. And that was outside her bedroom with a raging hard on. What if she got up - fuck - what would I do. And then my worse nightmare was realised, she did just that. I heard her push him off and get out of bed. Shit. Blind panic ran through my veins. I just bolted into the front bedroom. Hoping that I could hide there - that this situation would go away. She didn’t see me go in as she just went straight into the bathroom. I heard him shoot out after her that he was sorry, and she shouted back whatever. Obviously not happy. There was another exchange of words. I wondered how I could make good any escape from my bedroom hide out.
With my tool belt in hand I made a bit of a noise. The front bedroom contained some materials and I picked up one, turned and went to go back downstairs. It was obvious I was there and being caught trying to hide would be the worse so I figured that I’d pretend I needed something. She came out of the bathroom and looked straight at me. I lifted up a box as if it were a shield. “I needed this” I said in my defence and she just looked at me whilst repositioning her dressing gown. I had a all too brief flash of her ample tits and surprisingly hairy pussy. I had become transfixed. I hadn’t expected her to be so hairy. Hairy didn’t do anything for me, but somehow I immediately imagined how matted and musty her pussy hair must now be, after sex, how his cum would be dripping down along her lips. And as these thoughts went though my mind my dick exploded into life and strained to be released.
All of this took seconds but seemed to last an age. I heard her say something like I need that as well and she went back into the bedroom. I shot past the open door making good my escape downstairs and heard him ask if she had been talking to me and what was I doing upstairs. Shit I thought I was in trouble. But no. A few minutes later her boyfriend came down the stairs and straight out though the door. It slammed shut.
Almost as immediately she came down stairs, still in her gown. I apologised for having cause any embarrassment and she told me not to worry but she had asked me not to have come upstairs.
I said I was sorry again and she huffed. Then without any warning she asked, was I listening at the door. I was rocked. I mean the question wasn’t unexpected, but it did take me by surprise. “Well”? she demanded. “Were you? I mean you’ve been through my nicker draw, you’ve riffled though my mags and my toys” she continued, “I bet that what you do, wank off in customers nickers”. I can’t deny there’s been a few I’d have loved to, but this questioning was deep and by a woman who moments ago was fucking not feet away from me, and who had just flashed her body at me.
There was nothing to it. I was as hard now as I was yesterday, as I was moments earlier. “Look at you” she yelled, “you were wanking off, you are still hard” and with that she moved forward towards me. I blurted out something about being sorry and then, and I don’t know why, I said that I’d last a lot longer than her boyfriend and that I’d know how to treat her right.
She grabbed my wrist, lifted it and pushed in my hand to her breast. Her nipple was hard, very hard. The areola felt bumpy so I flicked back the gown and it exposed a huge brown areola. Much bigger than I thought I’d seen. I bent down to suck at it and she push forward so that the whole area entered my mouth. It felt lovely. Her nipple swelled more and she moaned, quietly.
Reaching around I held her around the small of her back and pushing forward made her arch her back more which pushed up her breast even more. Nibbling on her nipple made her squeal and she said not to mark her so I rolled my tongue around them which seemed to bring out new sensations in her. When I looked up she had disrobed and was naked in her kitchen. We kissed and her tongue darted around my mouth. I lowered my arm and held tightly on to her bottom. This turned her on more as she probed my mouth further with her tongue than it had ever been before. Dropping my other hand to hold her other buttock I forced apart slightly her bottom. I could just about trace her cheeks with my finger tips, I felt the tightness of her bottom and she stopped probing my mouth with her tongue.
She pulled back and looked at me. I think it was at that point she decided that we were going to fuck, because before you know it she had my zip down her hand in my pants and a vice like grip on my erect cock.
"So did you then”? she asked, “Did i what” I said, “Did you, you know what, when you found my mags”? And I don’t know why but I told her exactly what I did when I found her stash and her toys. All the time I was telling her this she was squeeing me harder and harder. By now my hands had slipped enough to the bottom of her cheeks so that I could slip a finger right under the entrance to her pussy. It was indeed very wet, very wet with her juice and his spunk.
Now she had one hand on my throbbing cock and another hooked around my neck. “Tell me what you’d do then, tell me why should I let you fuck me” she said as she hung there. “tell me what you thought as you wanked off over my stuff, as you just listen to me getting fucked”. As she said this i slipped in a finger. It was easy. her lips offered no resistance, and she seemed to drop down a bit more, trying to get my finger deeper. So I told her about being excited at seeing her vibro and how I imagined her using it. She demanded to know more and as I told her I flicked back and forth my finger, which was getting wetter and wetter by the moment. I told her how I imagined her thrashing on her bed as she turned the pictures of the mag until she found one that she had to orgasm to.
She was now almost pulling me down to the floor. I thought she was going to get down on me, but she made no attempt to. I had 3 fingers in by now and just by wriggling between each other she was shaking.
“do you want to fuck me” she whispered in my ear, and I said what do you think. I thought we’d go back upstairs to her bedroom, but she said "here, do me here”. I think she wanted it on her kitchen table, but I knew I wasn’t tall enough or big enough to do that so I turned her around to do her doggy style. She leaned forward and I dropped my trousers. Her hand reached under and I slid in. There was no resistance at all. I slipped it in and out with ease.
Reaching forward I tried to play with her nipples but she lay, pressed to her table, so I was unable to reach. We pushed back and forth and I asked her to tell me what it was that she liked about the mags. She wasn’t keen to tell me at first, but I ask again and she mentioned she like looking at other women’s pussy, wondering what they did when they were getting fucked. The more she told me the more I was excited and the more I pushed into her. She must have noticed this as she became less embarrassed by tell me this and was now telling me all sorts of stuff.
As I push in and out of her she became so wet that I slipped out more than once. Each time was greeted with a muffled complaint and a hand would appear from between her legs to glide me back in. This one time it happened I just let it slide up between the cheeks of her bum. “”No, NO" she said, "not in there”, meaning no anal. Fair enough I thought but she did have a lovely bum hole, so as I pushed back into her pussy I held open her cheeks, exposing her tight hole. It now shone with the mixture of her wetness and her lovers cum. I told her how lovely it looked and how it highen’s the pleasure of lovemaking sometimes to have it played with. “Tell me” she said, “let me show you” I answered and with that I moved one finger around the outside of her hole.
There were no complaints so as I rhythmically rocked backward and forwards, I circled her bum hole and occasionally, and with great care, pushed in just the very tip of my finger. Each time I did it was for seconds, nothing deep, nothing too long.
Each time I did she let out crys and didn’t tell me to stop so I didn’t. I noticed that she had stopped telling me what she liked in the mags and then I noticed she had placed both hands beneath her. “What you doing” I asked, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she cried. “What you doing?” I asked again,and she said she was flicking her self off. I loved it, she was playing with herself as I fucked her. “Tell me more” I demanded. “Tell me more of what you like”. Her words were short and muffled. “Are you nearly there”she said moving her head to one side, trying to see me. “Nope ages to go” I said, not sure if that was the truth. “Why are you?” I asked. Like I had to, she was. “Oh god I am going to come” she said as she started to shake. I could see her bottom tense up and tighten. I knew she was coming now as her legs started to shake also so I dropped a globule of spittle on to her bum hole and pushed in my finger to the first joint. “Fucking hell” she scream, “I’m coming, I;m coming, don’t stop don’t stop”, so I took that to mean she like her bottom being fingered as well so I didn’t stop. Not going any deeper, but with more frequency I fingered her bum and felt her shake to a rocking orgasm.
As it subsided I pulled out my finger and tried to restart fucking her. Both arms came around from under her and she shouted "no no” She pushed me away. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to get my orgasm. I stepped back and looked down. My cock was covered in another mans cum mixed with her pussy juice.
“you are still hard" she said and dropped to her knees. I though that she was about to suck me off but instead she rubbed me all over her face, wiping off all the wetness. “Wank for me” she asked, looking up at me. I would have much preferred to cum inside her, or have her suck me dry, but by now anything was acceptable. "Then let me come in your face”, I begged. “No cum on my tits” She directed. “well help me then, play with my balls” and she did as directed. Moments later my sack tighten, which seemed to get her excited and I shot a load over her breasts, and some managed to get on her chin, to which she recoiled from.
There was an awkward moment as we just looked at each other and then she gathered her dressing gown up, flicked over her and was dressed as I stood there, naked from the waist down, with a twitching cock, dripping the last bits of cum from the end. I felt embarrassed and exposed. Do you want to clean up she said, and I pulled up my trousers and made my way upstairs to get washed. I heard her come up behind me, and she was telling me something about the time and how we’d been fucking for ages. We had. She had gone into her bedroom and I asked from the doorway if we were ok. She said we were but it would be best if I left now for the day. I agreed and couldn’t help but stare at the huge cum stain that was soaking through her night gown by her tits. I had indeed cum heaps!
As I drove away. coming the other way in his car was her boyfriend. Thank god I thought to myself that he hadn’t come back sooner, and then I laughed to myself. Wonder what he’d make of his cum covered girlfriend.
The next day I went back to finish off the job. Not knowing what to expect. perhaps a repeat. Nope. She had a friend over for coffee when I got there and later went out for the day. and the day after that she was at work. I did however see her around several times after, and we often spoke, but not of that afternoon. Shame.
I was sent to this job which was a nightmare. But the woman was nice, curvey, quite a bit older than me and a bit of a tease.
We often had clients, women, make suggestive comments, but were warned by our boss that there was never, ever to be anything between us and a client. Do so and be found out and you’d be sacked, there and then. So needless to say nothing ever happened.
This particular job was turning in to a real drama - everything that could go wrong did.
Our client was quite understanding and helpful. The one morning I asked her if she’d mind emptying her bedside draws as I had to lift floorboards behind her bed. She just pulled out the draws and left them on the bed, having to rush off to her work. She told me to leave everything she’d put it all back when she got home. Great.
She left and I pushed back the bed and underneath it were copies of escort magazine. You horny bitch I thought to myself. So what’s a horny tradesman to do, read the mags of course! I was well turned on by the time I flicked through them and thought I better get on so I gave the bed a good shove an the draws she’d put on the bed fell off spilling the contents. Nickers, bras and a small collection of dildos and vibrators.
Now I’d come across stuff like this before, but they’d always been in houses with a him and her. This client was a single white female and for some reason this was more sexy than normal. Way more. I could help myself but imagine her using these toys whilst viewing the pictures in the mag,
I was rampant by now and started to handle the toys, becoming envious of them even. I imagined her pussy being spread apart as she pushed them in and out, wetting them with her juice. I wonder if she then licked them clean afterwards. I became so curious that I sniffed them, and there wasn’t a hint of her scent. I bet she did.
It became too much for me and I went off to the toilet with one of her mags and wanked furiously over the best look-alike picture of her. It wasn’t long at all before i was shooting my spunk over the white porcelain of the hand bowl. Not one of the best wanks, but a most satisfactory one.
Later on, just as I was leaving she came home and I apologised for leaving her with a mess in the bedroom, but she did say she’d tidy up and as I left I mentioned that her draws had fallen over and I’d put everything back in one. Knowing that she then realise what I had found.
As I walked away she shouted after me that her boyfriend would be there tomorrow so if I could restrict myself to downstairs jobs that would be appreciated.
The following day I turned up as normal, and she offered me coffee before starting. We exchanged pleasantries and she mentioned again that her boyfriend was going over and could I just work downstairs. As she left the kitchen she mentioned that she’d put everything away after I left yesterday.
I was curious about what she would have thought when she realised that I had seen her porn collection and toys, but I couldn’t see anything in her face. nothing!
Later on the doorbell went and in came her boyfriend, He was much older than her. She introduced him to me and made us a coffee. He took an interest in the work I was doing and held on to her waist, telling me that she was his, in his hunter/gatherer way. She kissed him, passionately, very passionately. I could see him look uneasy. Obviously not comfortable with having me there.
I said, “well I better get on” and quick as a flash she said to her boyfriend, “yes you better GET on” and gave him a squeeze in his croch area.
They both went upstairs and I heard some music come on. It was obvious that they were going to be making love and that he wasn’t at all happy at having me in the house.
I was in kitchen doing some plumbing and you could here the bed start to creak. I couldn’t stop smiling to myself to think that only yesterday I was in that same bedroom looking over her porn collection and her toys and today she’s got the real thing.
Soon there was a rhythm to the bed. He was in. He was stabbing her with his dick, spreading her lips, giving to her what I want to yesterday. Lucky bastard. Then I thought, why not, I could easy sneak up and listen better, so I did. I crept the stairs and could hear her moan and groan and give her lover encouragement to go on, go on. This was so sexy. The woman who yesterday I was wanking over was feet away from me getting fucked for real.
I positioned myself outside the bedroom door and I swear I could hear each sloppy push in to her he made. Then the door opened slightly, not fully, hardly at all, but now I could hear everything. I could hear him panting, I could hear the slapping of thighs, the slippy sound of erect tissue sliding into a willing pussy. Fuck this was way more exciting than any porn mag. I wanted to get my cock out and wank it in time with him, wishing I was him, wondering if I could last better than him.
Then I could hear him cry out that he was coming, which was immediately greeted with a not yet from her. "Too late" he cried and with that the bed noise stopped.
I could feel the dissatisfaction from where I was. And that was outside her bedroom with a raging hard on. What if she got up - fuck - what would I do. And then my worse nightmare was realised, she did just that. I heard her push him off and get out of bed. Shit. Blind panic ran through my veins. I just bolted into the front bedroom. Hoping that I could hide there - that this situation would go away. She didn’t see me go in as she just went straight into the bathroom. I heard him shoot out after her that he was sorry, and she shouted back whatever. Obviously not happy. There was another exchange of words. I wondered how I could make good any escape from my bedroom hide out.
With my tool belt in hand I made a bit of a noise. The front bedroom contained some materials and I picked up one, turned and went to go back downstairs. It was obvious I was there and being caught trying to hide would be the worse so I figured that I’d pretend I needed something. She came out of the bathroom and looked straight at me. I lifted up a box as if it were a shield. “I needed this” I said in my defence and she just looked at me whilst repositioning her dressing gown. I had a all too brief flash of her ample tits and surprisingly hairy pussy. I had become transfixed. I hadn’t expected her to be so hairy. Hairy didn’t do anything for me, but somehow I immediately imagined how matted and musty her pussy hair must now be, after sex, how his cum would be dripping down along her lips. And as these thoughts went though my mind my dick exploded into life and strained to be released.
All of this took seconds but seemed to last an age. I heard her say something like I need that as well and she went back into the bedroom. I shot past the open door making good my escape downstairs and heard him ask if she had been talking to me and what was I doing upstairs. Shit I thought I was in trouble. But no. A few minutes later her boyfriend came down the stairs and straight out though the door. It slammed shut.
Almost as immediately she came down stairs, still in her gown. I apologised for having cause any embarrassment and she told me not to worry but she had asked me not to have come upstairs.
I said I was sorry again and she huffed. Then without any warning she asked, was I listening at the door. I was rocked. I mean the question wasn’t unexpected, but it did take me by surprise. “Well”? she demanded. “Were you? I mean you’ve been through my nicker draw, you’ve riffled though my mags and my toys” she continued, “I bet that what you do, wank off in customers nickers”. I can’t deny there’s been a few I’d have loved to, but this questioning was deep and by a woman who moments ago was fucking not feet away from me, and who had just flashed her body at me.
There was nothing to it. I was as hard now as I was yesterday, as I was moments earlier. “Look at you” she yelled, “you were wanking off, you are still hard” and with that she moved forward towards me. I blurted out something about being sorry and then, and I don’t know why, I said that I’d last a lot longer than her boyfriend and that I’d know how to treat her right.
She grabbed my wrist, lifted it and pushed in my hand to her breast. Her nipple was hard, very hard. The areola felt bumpy so I flicked back the gown and it exposed a huge brown areola. Much bigger than I thought I’d seen. I bent down to suck at it and she push forward so that the whole area entered my mouth. It felt lovely. Her nipple swelled more and she moaned, quietly.
Reaching around I held her around the small of her back and pushing forward made her arch her back more which pushed up her breast even more. Nibbling on her nipple made her squeal and she said not to mark her so I rolled my tongue around them which seemed to bring out new sensations in her. When I looked up she had disrobed and was naked in her kitchen. We kissed and her tongue darted around my mouth. I lowered my arm and held tightly on to her bottom. This turned her on more as she probed my mouth further with her tongue than it had ever been before. Dropping my other hand to hold her other buttock I forced apart slightly her bottom. I could just about trace her cheeks with my finger tips, I felt the tightness of her bottom and she stopped probing my mouth with her tongue.
She pulled back and looked at me. I think it was at that point she decided that we were going to fuck, because before you know it she had my zip down her hand in my pants and a vice like grip on my erect cock.
"So did you then”? she asked, “Did i what” I said, “Did you, you know what, when you found my mags”? And I don’t know why but I told her exactly what I did when I found her stash and her toys. All the time I was telling her this she was squeeing me harder and harder. By now my hands had slipped enough to the bottom of her cheeks so that I could slip a finger right under the entrance to her pussy. It was indeed very wet, very wet with her juice and his spunk.
Now she had one hand on my throbbing cock and another hooked around my neck. “Tell me what you’d do then, tell me why should I let you fuck me” she said as she hung there. “tell me what you thought as you wanked off over my stuff, as you just listen to me getting fucked”. As she said this i slipped in a finger. It was easy. her lips offered no resistance, and she seemed to drop down a bit more, trying to get my finger deeper. So I told her about being excited at seeing her vibro and how I imagined her using it. She demanded to know more and as I told her I flicked back and forth my finger, which was getting wetter and wetter by the moment. I told her how I imagined her thrashing on her bed as she turned the pictures of the mag until she found one that she had to orgasm to.
She was now almost pulling me down to the floor. I thought she was going to get down on me, but she made no attempt to. I had 3 fingers in by now and just by wriggling between each other she was shaking.
“do you want to fuck me” she whispered in my ear, and I said what do you think. I thought we’d go back upstairs to her bedroom, but she said "here, do me here”. I think she wanted it on her kitchen table, but I knew I wasn’t tall enough or big enough to do that so I turned her around to do her doggy style. She leaned forward and I dropped my trousers. Her hand reached under and I slid in. There was no resistance at all. I slipped it in and out with ease.
Reaching forward I tried to play with her nipples but she lay, pressed to her table, so I was unable to reach. We pushed back and forth and I asked her to tell me what it was that she liked about the mags. She wasn’t keen to tell me at first, but I ask again and she mentioned she like looking at other women’s pussy, wondering what they did when they were getting fucked. The more she told me the more I was excited and the more I pushed into her. She must have noticed this as she became less embarrassed by tell me this and was now telling me all sorts of stuff.
As I push in and out of her she became so wet that I slipped out more than once. Each time was greeted with a muffled complaint and a hand would appear from between her legs to glide me back in. This one time it happened I just let it slide up between the cheeks of her bum. “”No, NO" she said, "not in there”, meaning no anal. Fair enough I thought but she did have a lovely bum hole, so as I pushed back into her pussy I held open her cheeks, exposing her tight hole. It now shone with the mixture of her wetness and her lovers cum. I told her how lovely it looked and how it highen’s the pleasure of lovemaking sometimes to have it played with. “Tell me” she said, “let me show you” I answered and with that I moved one finger around the outside of her hole.
There were no complaints so as I rhythmically rocked backward and forwards, I circled her bum hole and occasionally, and with great care, pushed in just the very tip of my finger. Each time I did it was for seconds, nothing deep, nothing too long.
Each time I did she let out crys and didn’t tell me to stop so I didn’t. I noticed that she had stopped telling me what she liked in the mags and then I noticed she had placed both hands beneath her. “What you doing” I asked, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she cried. “What you doing?” I asked again,and she said she was flicking her self off. I loved it, she was playing with herself as I fucked her. “Tell me more” I demanded. “Tell me more of what you like”. Her words were short and muffled. “Are you nearly there”she said moving her head to one side, trying to see me. “Nope ages to go” I said, not sure if that was the truth. “Why are you?” I asked. Like I had to, she was. “Oh god I am going to come” she said as she started to shake. I could see her bottom tense up and tighten. I knew she was coming now as her legs started to shake also so I dropped a globule of spittle on to her bum hole and pushed in my finger to the first joint. “Fucking hell” she scream, “I’m coming, I;m coming, don’t stop don’t stop”, so I took that to mean she like her bottom being fingered as well so I didn’t stop. Not going any deeper, but with more frequency I fingered her bum and felt her shake to a rocking orgasm.
As it subsided I pulled out my finger and tried to restart fucking her. Both arms came around from under her and she shouted "no no” She pushed me away. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to get my orgasm. I stepped back and looked down. My cock was covered in another mans cum mixed with her pussy juice.
“you are still hard" she said and dropped to her knees. I though that she was about to suck me off but instead she rubbed me all over her face, wiping off all the wetness. “Wank for me” she asked, looking up at me. I would have much preferred to cum inside her, or have her suck me dry, but by now anything was acceptable. "Then let me come in your face”, I begged. “No cum on my tits” She directed. “well help me then, play with my balls” and she did as directed. Moments later my sack tighten, which seemed to get her excited and I shot a load over her breasts, and some managed to get on her chin, to which she recoiled from.
There was an awkward moment as we just looked at each other and then she gathered her dressing gown up, flicked over her and was dressed as I stood there, naked from the waist down, with a twitching cock, dripping the last bits of cum from the end. I felt embarrassed and exposed. Do you want to clean up she said, and I pulled up my trousers and made my way upstairs to get washed. I heard her come up behind me, and she was telling me something about the time and how we’d been fucking for ages. We had. She had gone into her bedroom and I asked from the doorway if we were ok. She said we were but it would be best if I left now for the day. I agreed and couldn’t help but stare at the huge cum stain that was soaking through her night gown by her tits. I had indeed cum heaps!
As I drove away. coming the other way in his car was her boyfriend. Thank god I thought to myself that he hadn’t come back sooner, and then I laughed to myself. Wonder what he’d make of his cum covered girlfriend.
The next day I went back to finish off the job. Not knowing what to expect. perhaps a repeat. Nope. She had a friend over for coffee when I got there and later went out for the day. and the day after that she was at work. I did however see her around several times after, and we often spoke, but not of that afternoon. Shame.
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