by Falon Stone
“I want to feel your lips around me,” I tell her. My body is on fire. Every nerve ending is tingling in anticipation. The raging hard-on I’ve had on and off, but mostly on, is about to feel something other than my callused palm wrapped around it.
She yanks down my pants, leaving them above my knees but letting my cock spring free, and she hums with anticipation. She studies it with wide eyes before licking her lips like she’s looking at the most delicious thing in the world.
I touch the side of her cheek with my thumb, slowly stroking the skin. I should tell her she doesn’t have to, but before I can say anything, she’s moving forward with her mouth wide open, and all I can think is fuck yeah. I’ve never been the type of man to stop a woman from going after what she wants, and if Cybill wants to suck my cock, I’m sure as hell letting her do it.
She wraps her hand around my shaft and slides my length against her tongue before her lips close around my girth, and my insides rejoice. My knees almost buckle from the sensation, but I regain my balance quickly. Her mouth is velvety soft against my hardness, and my hips rock forward, needing to go deeper and wanting more. I can barely see as my eyes roll back in my head in pleasure.
The sound of her moans sends shivers through my body, and the vibrations add a new sensation. My gaze falls downward, watching her as she takes all of me, slowly working my cock in and out of her mouth. I’m not sure I’ve ever had my dick sucked with such enthusiasm, and I like it.
Her eyes are closed, her lips wrapped around my shaft, and her hand drifting back and forth, closing tighter with each pass. It’s complete perfection. Her tongue swirls around the tip of my dick, brushing the underside and causing my body to rock again. My hips thrust forward and follow her mouth, not willing to let go of the pleasurable warmth.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and I open my eyes to the blond woman, Angelique, staring at me in the reflection of the mirror. She’s watching as Cybill sucks me off with so much enthusiasm that I know I won’t last too much longer.
I keep my eyes locked on Angelique, and my fingers tangle in Cybill’s hair. Between being sucked off and being watched, my dick is so hard it’s liable to break off. I’m not ready for it to be over, but my cock has other plans. Her lips are amazing, and the suction of her mouth with her lips sealed around my length has me so very close to the edge there’s nothing I can do to stop it.
There’s nothing better than a blow job, and being serviced and worshiped by someone is the biggest rush. “You want my cock?” I say to Cybill.
She moans her approval around my cock, scooting forward on her knees so the head bumps the back of her throat and slides down as she almost swallows me. She gags on my length, and my entire body shudders.
Angelique’s stroking her breasts in the doorway with parted lips, looking like she might join in. She wants me. Wants to taste all of me, just like her friend Cybill.
“Touch my balls,” I tell Cybill, and she follows my command because she’s eager to please. “Take all of me. Swallow me, Cybill. Deep throat me.”
Surprisingly, she does so with renewed vigor. Her cheeks are sunken in, and she’s sucking with everything she has, working my cock perfectly. My gaze flickers between the mirror and the woman attached to my body.
When the orgasm starts to build and my body begins to quake, I let out a soft moan and squeeze my eyes shut while the orgasm crashes over me.
When the last aftershocks of the orgasm vanish and I open my eyes again, Angelique is gone and Cybill’s climbing to her feet, dabbing the corners of her mouth. “Thank you,” she says.
I should be thanking her. I’ve never had a blow job like that. Never in my life has a woman been so into working my cock.
I lean forward and kiss her cheek. “Thank you,” I tell her softly before pressing my lips to hers for a quick kiss.
She turns toward the mirror to smooth out her blond hair and make herself more presentable to her guests. If I hadn’t been in the room, I would have no idea of what just happened to look at her. Even after sucking my cock for at least ten minutes, she looks perfect. “I’ll see you on Monday, right?” she asks, tugging her dress down and using her palms to remove the crease in it from kneeling.
“I’ll be here bright and early. I’m eager to get started.” I’m more eager to play with Cybill than I am to work, but there will be plenty of time for that.
“Be ready, Hunter. It’s going to be a big job.”
“I’m up for anything and everything you need, Cybill.”
“I’d better get back to my guests.” She smiles, and her cheeks turn the brightest shade of pink as she avoids my statement.
I pull my jeans up, tucking my cock into my pants before following her back to the living room.
“Sorry about that, everyone.” The ladies don’t seem to mind, and they keep talking, but in whispers as their eyes are on me again. “Hunter’s leaving.”
“Why don’t you stay, Hunter? I’m sure you could have some more fun with us,” Angelique says.
“Hunter’s a busy man,” Cybill tells her, pulling me closer in an almost protective manner.
Angelique strides forward, stopping in front of me. “Cybill, darling, I thought we shared everything.”
Cybill’s hand tightens around my arm. “Not this time. You’re going to have to wait your turn.”
“I’m sure he’s worth the wait,” Angelique says. She’s arrogant, and although she’s hot, there’s something about her I don’t quite like. She’d be a perfect match for Garrett with their mutual smugness.
For the first time in a long time, I feel like a piece of meat, and I fucking love it. Not just because I’m wanted by more than one woman, but because Cybill wants me and is staking her claim in front of everyone.
They’re discussing me as if I’m not even in the room and have no say in what happens. But it’s cool. My cock approves, roaring back to life as if the blow job never happened.
“He is,” Cybill tells her, standing her ground at my side. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’m going to show Hunter out.”
“You okay?” I ask her when we’re standing at the front door.
She presses her hand against my chest again. By the way her hands roam my muscles, I’m guessing her husband wasn’t built like me. “I’m perfect.”
“I’ll see you Monday. Call me if you need to cancel.”
“I’m not canceling. Be here and be ready.” Before she pulls her hand away, she slides it down my chest, letting her fingers sweep across my abdomen.
I resist the urge to kiss her before I jog to my truck. No matter what happens this weekend, it started off with a bang. I’m looking forward to the next few weeks of work. Cybill’s going to keep it very interesting, and I’ll be satisfied, even if it’s only for a little while.
4
I’m so engrossed in writing down notes, it hardly registers that Cybill’s staring at me from the doorway of her bedroom.
I made sure to get to Cybil’s house bright and early as I had quite a bit of work ahead of me, and I wanted to leave plenty of time for play.
We agreed upon remodeling the living room with some new tile and paint with a resurfacing of the fireplace. The kitchen would also have new tile, marble countertops, along with some modern lighting. The bedroom was to receive all new carpet, have a skylight installed, walls painted, and the closet redone, and it would be the first room to be completed.
“Hunter, could I see you for a moment, please?”
“Sure. What’s up, Cybill?” I toss my notepad down on the kitchen counter and make my way toward the bedroom with almost a skip to my step, hoping I’ll get my dick sucked again.
She’s standing in the doorway, with her black shorts barely covering her ass cheeks and a tight white tank top which leaves nothing to the imagination. Her nipples are rock hard, jutting out and begging to be sucked, taunting me.
“Last night, I decided that I want to turn this room into something completely different.” O
ne hand rests against my forearm, and the other waves toward the wall.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I want a playroom.”
“A what?” I ask in surprise, thinking I heard her wrong. Because I know very well what she means, but I can’t believe she’s willing to walk on the wild side.
Her fingers squeeze my muscles, digging into my flesh, but I wish they were wrapped around my cock. “A playroom for sex. I no longer want to live the boring-ass married life I have been for the last ten years. Sucking your cock yesterday gave me a spark I haven’t felt in years.” She almost purrs the words, dropping her hand from my arm and reaching around to my ass.
“I want my new swing installed in here and three of the walls completely covered in mirrors. I want the other wall painted red, the ceiling covered in black, along with dark gray tile installed.”
My mind drifts back to yesterday, her tongue gliding along the shaft of my cock. The possibilities are endless with this room and Cybill. I just might have to stretch this job out as long as possible to be able to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
“Shouldn’t be a problem. I can do anything you want.”
“What I really want is for you to touch me.” She grabs my forearm and guides it toward her silky-smooth stomach.
I lean forward and kiss her, but she takes command of the kiss while I undo her shorts.
I’m all in and more turned on than I was yesterday. I unbutton her shorts with a twist of my fingers. I yank her zipper down, and her shorts drop to the floor. Our tongues tangle; her hunger is apparent.
Her breath quickens as I move past the smattering of blond hair, gently touching her clit. “Oh God, I haven’t been touched by a man in so long.” She spreads her legs farther, giving me better access and free rein to touch her.
Her pussy’s so slick it offers no resistance as I push two fingers inside her. In and out. In and out. I move slowly at first, but soon my lust takes over, and the moans she releases make it impossible for me to go slow.
Her breathing hitches as I move my fingers in a come-here motion, rubbing her inner walls and massaging her G-spot. She runs her fingers through my hair, clenching a fistful and pulling my head down to her nipple. I gently bite down through her cotton tank, and she shivers in my arms.
“Harder,” she moans breathily.
Pulling her tank down with my teeth, I expose her beautifully erect nipple. I flick the tip a couple of times with my tongue before alternating between sucking and biting with just enough force to make her whimper.
“I need to come.” She grinds against my palm, hungry and eager for the orgasm I’m going to give her.
There’s a knock on the front door, but I don’t miss a beat, keeping my fingers buried deep inside her. I’m not stopping unless she tells me to because I’m not stupid. She doesn’t say anything, just rides my fingers with more vigor, chasing the orgasm.
There’s another knock, and her head falls forward. “Damn it,” she groans and exhales loudly. “Don’t move a muscle!” She backs away as my fingers slide out of her, and she grabs her shorts off the floor before pulling them back up her legs. “I’ll be right back.”
She leaves me standing there, with a raging hard-on that’s liable to break off and my fingers covered in her wetness. I lean against the dresser and adjust myself to make it more bearable as I wait.
“What the fuck do you want, Walter?” Her voice is thick with anger, and I assume Walter is the cheating bastard.
“I need to get some important papers, Cybill. Let me in.”
“You can’t just come over whenever and expect to get what you want. You need to call first and arrange a time to come by. I’m busy now.”
“Whatever, Cybill. This is still my house until the divorce is final.”
“Fuck you, Walter. It stopped being your house once you stuck your tiny dick in that tramp.”
“Her name is Callie. Maybe if you sucked my dick, I wouldn’t have had to stick it in her. Just remember that with your next man. Suck a dick, sweetheart, it goes a long way. Now, can I get what I need or not?”
I think back to the way she sucked me off, and I find it hard to believe she wasn’t doing that to him regularly. Not many women can deep throat, so I assume she had to be sucking someone’s cock to gain that type of experience.
“Sure, Walter. Grab whatever you need and go. All your papers are still in the back bedroom where you left them. Get everything you need, so you don’t have to come back. I don’t want you just dropping by whenever you feel like it,” she says.
Shit… Walter is about to come and get his things out of the room I’m currently standing in with no shirt and a hard-on you could see from fifty yards away.
“I have a guy from Eye Candy Handyman in there. He’s going to be remodeling some things around the house for me. Make it quick, we were in the middle of something,” she says as Walter is making his way toward the bedroom. And based on the clicking of her heels on the tile, she’s right behind him.
“Yeah, whatever,” he grunts before walking into the room. When he sees me, he freezes. His eyes find mine, and they narrow.
Here I am, standing with my arms crossed, abs flexed, and hard-on sticking straight up like a flagpole.
Quite the contrast from Walter. He is about seven inches shorter and sixty pounds skinnier than me. His horn-rimmed glasses and side-parted hair make him look like a little professor. Not an ounce of muscle on his bony frame.
Cybill walks up behind Walter with a grin. “Walter, this is Hunter, my handyman. He’s going to be here for the next few weeks. Hunter, this is Walter, the cheating bastard.”
“You’re here to remodel?” He stares me up and down, doing a double take at my torso.
“Yes, sir. Cybill needs my help.” I smirk and don’t bother to hide the erection. Let the asshole get a good look because I imagine his dick isn’t even half the size of mine.
“Uh-huh.” Jealousy starts to emanate from him, and the tiny creases on his forehead deepen.
“I will be taking care of Cybill’s needs. I would be more than happy to give you a card. Maybe Callie might need some work done soon.”
He averts his eyes and starts to rifle through the dresser, pulling stacks of folders from the drawers. “No. Our home is quite fine. If I needed some remodeling done, I’d call a reputable company, one that at least sends its workers out with shirts on, for Christ’s sake.”
Pulling my wallet out, I grab a business card and shove it in his direction. “No worries, Walt. We’re a very reputable business, and I’m the co-owner. We have hundreds of satisfied customers. You can check out our website and see the recommendations for yourself.”
“Whatever. And it’s Walter.” He stares down at the card like it might bite him, but he snatches it anyway as Cybill laughs.
“Well, Walter, do you have what you came for? Hunter and I have something to get back to that you so rudely interrupted.” Cybill glances at my cock, and it twitches in anticipation.
He grumbles under his breath before he grabs the stack of folders from the top of the dresser. “I’m done.”
“See ya, Walter. It was nice meeting you. Make sure to give that card to Callie for me, will ya? I’m always looking for new clients.” I chuckle, shaking my head as he disappears down the hallway.
What a douchebag.
I don’t understand what Cybill saw in him. He certainly didn’t exude any manliness. This explains why she wants to have this room turned into a playroom. The woman needs some excitement in her life.
“Sorry about that,” Cybill says after she returns to the spare room where I’m still half-naked.
I walk toward her with my cock pointing in her direction, the smell of her on my fingertips making it impossible for my hard-on to go down. “Don’t apologize for him. Where were we?” I sweep my hand up her thigh as I back her against the wall.
She grabs my wrist and places my hand against her pussy. “Right there.” She smiles softly, he
r eyes twinkling when she does.
“You feel this?” I grind my erection into her stomach.
“It’s so large and hard.”
“It’s for you,” I tell her.
“Get me off, and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of too.”
She doesn’t need to make that promise twice. She’s still slick from earlier and eager for me to be inside her again. Without any delay, I yank down her shorts, not bothering with the zipper, and slide two fingers back inside her. Her back arches off the wall, moving toward my hand and chasing my fingers as I pull them out before thrusting them back in.
“You want to be fucked?”
“I do,” she moans as I plunge my fingers deeper.
“You need to be fucked by a real man.”
“Yes!” She digs her fingernails into my chest and moans, bucking against my hand at the dirty talk.
She’s an intriguing woman and nothing at all like I’d expect. I have a feeling Walter didn’t know how to properly handle a woman like Cybill and fell short.
Stupid, stupid man.
Our lips are almost touching, and her breathing is growing more ragged with each thrust of my fingers deep inside her needy pussy. “Tell me how you want it. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
Her eyes widen and she gasps for air. “I want you to bend me over.”
“And?” I ask when she pauses again.
“I want you to take me from behind.”
“Softly?”
“No,” she whispers and shakes her head. “I want you to be rough.”
I lean forward, pressing my lips to the skin of her neck. “Go on.”
“I want you to hold me so I can’t escape your thrusts. I want you to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.” She swallows hard. “I want you to ravage me like I’m nothing more than an object of lust and pleasure.”
Without a doubt, I’m the right man for the job. “Do you want to come with my cock buried deep inside you?”
“Oh, God,” she moans. “Yes!”
“Fuck my fingers. Fuck them like you want me to fuck you,” I say as I kiss a path to her ear. “Show me how you want it.”
