The Naughty House Call
Lucy called the plumber about the leak under the kitchen sink. When he arrived she showed him the problem. He crouched down, inspected the pipes, and told her it wouldn’t take long. She leaned against the counter, voice soft and teasing, and asked if he needed a hand with anything.
He glanced up, eyes lingering a second too long, then shook his head. “You’d be more of a distraction than any help. I need to get back to work.”
“Fine, Play hard to get.” She walked out of the kitchen.
A short while later he called that he was finished and asked if there was anything else he could help her with. Lucy stepped back into the room, untied the belt of her silky black robe, and let it slip from her shoulders so she stood completely naked in front of him.
“Well,” she said, “that depends. Are you still going to play hard to get?”
He swallowed. “You’re beautiful… but I have a wife.”
“Then you can show yourself out. I’m going to go get myself off.”
Before she could take another step he was behind her. One strong hand fisted in her hair and spun her around. She looked up at him, breathless. “I told you you couldn’t resist me.”
He pushed her down onto her knees and shoved his cock deep into her mouth.
After that he led her to the bedroom. There he made her tape her legs into a frog-tie position, then filled her mouth with his cock again while she played with her wet pussy.
he lifted her onto the bed, taped a vibrator against her leg so it pressed right against her clit, and worked a thick glass dildo inside her. More tape went above and below her perky tits, binding them tightly.
He flipped her into doggy, gripping her hips and taking her hard from behind. The paddle came out next—sharp, stinging cracks across her arse and the soles of her feet that left a hot, tingling burn. Finally he rolled her onto her back into missionary, driving into her until he came deep inside.