Tales of Debauchery and Lust

The Repairman

I’d been divorced for the past three years. It was one of those rare mutual decisions. I didn’t hate my ex-husband. Quite the contrary! I loved him more than I did while we were married. He’s been my best friend since we were kids, we just didn’t make a very good couple.

There were a few things I missed about being married, though. I missed having someone to come home to and tell them about my day and hear about theirs. I missed the s*x. Since getting divorced, I’d been on one date. It was so horrifically awful, I hadn’t been able to convince myself to try again. It was ok, though, I’d gotten really good at m*sturbation. I had more org*sms by myself than I ever had when I was married, even though my ex was a dynamo in the sack. Still, sometimes it’s nice to have a partner to do the heavy lifting, so to speak.

The thing I missed most about my ex-husband was how handy he was around the house. Give that man a screwdriver and pair of pliers and he can fix just about anything! My washing machine died, and although normally I’d call him to come take a look at it, he happened to be out of town with the woman he’d been dating for the last year. Besides, this machine wasn’t that old! It should still have been under warranty. So, I called the company and had them send out a repairman.

The guy they sent out was spectacularly gorgeous. Mid-twenties, probably close to ten years younger than I was, sandy brown hair trimmed short, deep tanned muscular arms, and eyes a piercing ice blue that seemed to glow with an unearthly light. He smiled at me as I opened the door for him, causing two dimples to pop on his smooth cheeks. My panties flooded with warmth and I thought I wouldn’t even need to turn on porn tonight to get myself off. I’d just fantasize about this young stud, and I’d gush rivers.

Trying to cover a girlish blush at the thought, I asked him to come in and showed him to the laundry room. I tried to explain what the issue was, but every time I looked at him, I got so flustered I forgot how to talk. He just smiled that disarming grin at me and said he’d figure it out.

I didn’t want to hover over him while he worked, but he kept up an easy conversation with me, and I tried to uphold my end, but watching his deft, skillful fingers working the inner workings of the machine was making my insides turn to jelly and my p*ssy was throbbing thinking of what his talented fingers could do to my inner workings.

It wasn’t too long before he was tightening the screws once again, and declared it fixed. I tried to hide my disappointment, wanting a few more minutes to check him out and compose my fantasy. It may have been my imagination, but I swear his eyes raked over me appreciatively as he stood up and faced me. I was in my mid-thirties, but I was justifiably proud of my looks. Long, blonde hair hung in loose curls to below my shoulders. My breasts were ample and still sat high on my chest. My waist cut in before the flare of my hips, and long, muscular legs showed off beneath the short hem of my dress.

I don’t know what came over me next.

“Do you have anything you’d like to throw in while I test it?” he asked in a low voice, the hint of mischievous laughter flirted around the edges of his question.

Once again, his eyes seemed to wander over my body, lingering at the hem of my dress where my thighs pressed together. I was so turned on at that point, I probably wasn’t thinking clearly anymore. At least, that’s my excuse.

I pulled my dress over my head and tossed it in the machine, leaving me standing in front of this stranger in nothing but my lacy bra and panties. He hummed appreciatively, his eyes roaming over my exposed flesh with a small, secret smile playing on his lips. Turning back to the machine, he quickly turned it on and shut the lid before sliding a smoking look at me and beckoning me closer. I hardly recognized myself as I took a step towards him, and then another. His arm shot out, catching me around my waist, and hauled me against him, pinned beneath his hard young body and the washing machine that was cool against my butt. I could already feel his hard length straining against his pants as he ground his hips against mine, making me moan out in pleasure.

One of his hands rested on my back, holding me captive against him. The other tangled in my hair, wrapping the locks around his fingers so he could tilt my head back. My lips parted in anticipation as his mouth came down to claim mine. His tongue delved into my mouth, and I savored his fresh, minty flavor as he overwhelmed my senses.

Those clever fingers I’d so admired reached up and unclasped my bra easily, freeing my breasts to rub against the soft fabric of his cotton shirt. My n*pples were so hard, it felt like I could feel each individual fiber of his shirt with my sensitized skin. I gasped into his mouth as I felt his hands trail down my sides until they hooked under the waistband of my panties and tugged them over my hips. The rough material of his work pants rubbed enticingly against the skin of my shaved p*ssy lips for a brief second until I felt his hands on my narrow waist and he lifted me so I was sitting on the edge of the washing machine. My legs automatically spread to make room for him and I stared down at him, my lips swollen from our kiss, my eyes wide and eager to find out what he would do next.

His wicked smile made my heart pound harder and my c*nt dripped its juices on the cool metal under me. His hands came up to cup my breasts, his thumbs, slightly rough with the callouses of a working man, brushed over my excited n*pples. He pinched them lightly, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers, testing my reaction. I sighed in pleasure, arching my back to encourage him to keep going. My hands rested on his strong shoulders, clenching the material of his shirt in my fingers. With my eyes closed, I was unprepared to feel the wetness of his mouth on my n*pple and I gasped and writhed as he suckled and nipped me. His teeth closed on the ridged point, hard enough to make me squeal. It was rougher than I was used to, but it made the throbbing between my legs double. I nearly came from his mouth on my breast alone!

Pushing me back so I was reclined across the top of the washing machine, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my stomach and across my mound. My eyes met his with surprise as his tongue dipped in between my slit, licking me from my ass all the way to my cl*t. I moaned at the illicit feeling of his tongue on my most intimate places, rolling my hips up to give him better access.

His fingers spread my lips apart, and he hummed low in his chest as he looked at the pink petals nestled at the apex of my thighs. “Such a pretty p*ssy,” he seemed to growl the words, spreading me even wider. “And so f*cking wet!” His tongue dove back in, eating me out in earnest this time. The sounds of him slurping up my juices was even louder than the chugging of the machine that was vibrating under me. He easily slipped two fingers into my dripping hole, pumping them in and out of me as he continued to suck and lick at my lips. When he latched onto my cl*t and sucked hard, I completely unraveled, coming hard against his hungry mouth with a scream of surrender.

He looked up at me as I began to come back to Earth, my inner walls still spasming around his fingers that had slowed, but were still moving in and out of my greedy c*nt in a slow, teasing rhythm.

“Please,” I begged him, feeling wanton. Maybe I was acting like a slut, but I didn’t care. I’d be anything for him in that moment.

“Please what, baby?” he teased me. My juices covered his chin in a shiny slick. He licked his lips and hummed. “You taste f*cking good. Want a lick?” Before I could answer, he pulled his fingers out of me and shoved them in my mouth. I licked and sucked his fingers like they were his c*ck and I was a c*ck hungry wh*re starved of my favorite treat for far too long. “Mmm… f*ck, baby, that feels amazing,” he praised as I took his fingers to the back of my throat. “I think I’m gonna need you to suck me a bit before I f*ck you.”

I nodded my head, eager to feel his d*ck in my throat. It had been so long since I’d given head and I found I’d really missed it.

By the time we reached the living room, he was naked. A trail of clothing stretched behind him like breadcrumbs through a dark forest. I smiled at him and moved aside so he could sit on the couch. Kneeling in front of him, I slowly licked along the length of his c*ck from the base to the tip where a tiny pearl of salty pre-c*m oozed out enticingly. I licked it off, savoring the flavor as my hands worked his shaft. He was big. Very big, but I had every confidence in my abilities.

I worked my mouth over the swollen head of his c*ck, licking and sucking as I sunk down on him until I felt him nudging at my throat. I pulled back, breathing through my nose, running my tongue along the thick vein on the underside of his engorged p***s. I met his gaze, held it, as once again I took him in my mouth. This time, I relaxed the muscles of my throat and felt him slide further, my throat was squeezing him tight, but I still pushed myself downwards until I felt his pubic hair tickle my nose.

“F*ck, baby!” he groaned, his eyes closing as his head fell back.

I smiled inside watching his reaction to my mouth on him. I swallowed to stop my gag reflex and started to move up and down his shaft, feeling him f*ck my throat. With one hand, I caressed his balls gently. His hips flexed under me, forcing me to speed up my movements. His hand gripped my hair in a firm hold, but he let me control the bl*wjob, for the most part.

With my hand on his testicles, and his c*ck in my throat, I felt the moment when he swelled impossibly bigger and his balls drew up. I wanted so badly to taste his c*m, but knew I wasn’t completely satisfied yet. He was a young guy, but I wasn’t sure what his recovery time would be, so I quickly withdrew, letting his d*ck slide from my throat. Before I could completely let him go, though, his hand tightened on my hair, holding me in place.

“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he groaned as he thrust himself deeper into my mouth. “It’s been a long time. I have at least three or four loads ready for you.”

I wasn’t sure I believed him, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t pull away even if I wanted to with his hands firmly holding me in place as he f*cked my mouth. Warm, thick liquid erupted so forcefully that the first pump shot straight down my throat before two more pumps filled my mouth and I swallowed quickly. He tasted slightly sweet, musky, and completely male. I was an instant addict, and couldn’t wait for my next hit.

He let go of my hair and I quickly got to work, sucking and licking the last of the semen off him. As I cleaned him thoroughly, I felt his d*ck start to twitch and swell again until soon, he was fully hard again. I looked up at him, surprised his recovery had been so quick.

“I told you, baby,” he grinned down at me, wiping away a droplet of drool from my cheek with a thumb. “It’s been a while for me. Now get that find ass up here. I need to f*ck that sweet p*ssy.”

I scrambled onto the couch quickly, making him chuckle at my eagerness. “I guess it’s been a while for you, too, huh?” he laughed.

I nodded my head, feeling strangely ashamed.

“Guys are d*cks,” he said gently as he covered my body with his. “You are a Goddess!”

His hard er*ction slipped through my wet folds, making me pant with the feeling of him splitting my lips apart and rubbing against my cl*t. I moved my hips with his, silently begging for more. I wanted to feel him pumping into me, every inch of him driving deep into me.

He seemed to read my thoughts, because he reached down, lining his tip up with my entrance, and thrust his entire length deep inside me with one powerful thrust. I moaned at the sensation, feeling my walls stretch around him. He plunged into me with hard strokes until stars danced in front of my eyes. My body shook as I screamed out my org*sm, my hips thrashing against his. He slowed his movements, but didn’t stop, letting me ride out my pleasure.

When I finally relaxed, feeling boneless and satisfied, he smiled and lifted my legs so they were hooked over his shoulders, bending me in half. In this position, as he resumed his hard, fast thrusts, I could feel him nudge against my cervix with every deep plunge. My second org*sm hit hard and fast. It was the most intense release I’d ever had in my life and as my p*ssy clenched around him, he drove even deeper into me and I could feel his hot spunk fill me up.

Breathing hard, he let my legs slide down his body until they rested by his hips again. He nuzzled into my neck as I gripped his shoulders. I’m not sure if I blacked out for a moment, but I slowly became aware that his hips were still slowly thrusting his partially hard c*ck into me. Not only that, but his c*ck was becoming firmer with every thrust!

“I hope you didn’t think we were done yet, baby,” he smirked down at me.

The breath caught in my throat at the meaning of his words. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how many more mind shattering org*sms I could survive!

He flipped me over onto my stomach, his hands gripping my hips as he lifted me up onto my knees, and once again plunged into my now gapping hole. Oddly enough, it still felt like I was gripping his shaft, and his moan of pleasure assured me I wasn’t completely used up yet.

The tip of his c*ck rubbed over my g-spot, forcing my body to once more sing with pleasure as he pounded into me. I stiffened a little when I felt his fingers rubbing my slick around my assh*le, but it felt so amazing, I quickly relaxed and gave him total control of my body. Whatever he wanted, I decided, I was fine with. The pleasure he was making me feel was more than I had ever imagined.

His rough fingers gathered more of the juices that were pouring out of me around his ridged c*ck that was still thrusting so deeply in me that I swore I could feel him in my throat. He spread more of the slippery liquid over my ass until he started pushing his thick thumb inside. It was a strange sensation. It hurt, but it felt so damned good, too. When at last his thumb slipped past the tight ring of my an*s, I screamed with a pleasure so intense I thought I might die.

He began working his thumb in and out of my ass with the same rhythm as his c*ck burying itself in my p*ssy. F*ck, it felt good!

I moaned and buried my face in a cushion to muffle my screams as his c*ck speared my p*ssy and his thumb drove into my ass. I felt the burning, tingling, warm feeling of another massive org*sm building in my belly. My toes curled and my fingers clenched as I screamed as a wave of pleasure shook me. It was so strong, that he couldn’t move, he stilled in me and groaned loudly as my p*ssy seemed to milk him. He filled me so full, that as he pulled out at last, I could feel our combined juices seep out of me and run down my thighs as I collapsed under him on the couch.

Sated for the moment, he managed to move me to the side so he could stretch out beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close, and he kissed me gently on the lips with a small smile. He smoothed the sweaty hair back away from my face as he looked at me with dreamy eyes. “You were my last callout for the day,” he said softly. “What do you say we order some food, take a shower, and see where the night takes us?”

I smiled back at him. “I have beer in the fridge, the local pizza place on speed dial, and a porno cued up on the tv in my bedroom.”

“I don’t want to alarm you,” he said with a laugh, “but I think I might be falling in love with you already. How did I get so lucky to stumble into the house of the most perfect woman?”

“Maybe I need to find a few more appliances for you to fix so you don’t run away,” I joked.

“Baby, I’m more than happy to concentrate on taking care of your plumbing needs,” he laughed.