"Fucking fucker fucking fuck. Fuck you, you fucking piece of shit fuck!"
Alright, my language wasn't helping the situation, but it made me feel better. I was on my back under the sink trying to line up the screwdriver as I struggled to re-install the garbage disposal I had just fixed. Catherine could have bought a new one and paid someone to do it, but fixing things around the house was about the only thing I really contributed here. She never said anything, but I felt guilty living off of her bounty and she already had a deadbeat son doing that.
"Gaaah!" I yelped when I felt a hand pull down the zipper of my pants.
"Fuck!" I yelped when I dropped the screwdriver and it hit me on the forehead.
I squirmed around under the counter, struggling to look around the drain and down my body to where Catherine had pulled my cock out of my pants and was stroking it with a mischievous smile.
"Sorry baby, I just couldn't help myself." She purred as she leaned over and flicked her tongue over the head of my now stiffening prick. "Keep doing what you are doing, I get soooo turned on when you act all manly."
I tried to squirm out from under the sink but she quickly shuffled between my legs holding me firmly in place with her body. "Please finish fixing the sink, I need it done by dinner time. I'll just wait here until you are finished." She said playfully, then she slid her mouth over the head of my cock and with a soft moan of pleasure began sucking.
She was wearing her workout outfit, tight black leggings and a loose t-shirt that hung open to give me tantalizing glimpses of her huge tits held in place by a sports bra. Her hair was up in a ponytail that hung down one side of her head and her face was refreshingly free of makeup and still slightly flushed from her CrossFit session. I struggled to reach the screwdriver, banging my elbow on the piping since I could barely turn my hips. After a few futile moments I gave up and lay back, enjoying the blowjob and planning my revenge.
"Mmmmmmmm" she moaned, gently bobbing her head up and down on my cock. One strong hand gripped the base of my shaft and twisted in time with her head while the other rested on my thigh, her nails digging into my leg each time she bottomed down on my prick. Her eyes were closed, focused on her task and savoring the feel and taste of my cock in her mouth.
I squirmed around so I could reach down and take her one hand, gripping her wrist firmly. I laid my other hand on the top of her head, my fingers digging into her hair but doing nothing to interfere with her movements. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, smiling around the thick member that filled her mouth.
She backed off, the head of my shaft slipping free from her lips. "Should I stop?" she asked innocently.
"Not on your fucking life." I replied in a tight voice, straining to keep my head up in the confined space under the sink.
She smiled again, her eyes twinkling then lowered her mouth back down on my now glistening cock. I lay my head back, shuffling my shoulders to try to ease the pain where the edge of the cabinet dug into my back without distracting her from her efforts.
"Oooohhhh yeah." I groaned as her mouth descended the length of my cock again. She held me there, her tongue sliding up and down the bottom of my prick while she sucked on it like her favorite protein shake. She slowly backed off until her lips were clamped tightly around the head then bobbed back down as her hand twisted gently around the base of the shaft. She slowly increased her tempo, her breath coming in cool puffs on the now slick shaft of my prick as she worked it with her well trained mouth.
"Fuck you suck a good cock." I gasped and she moaned in appreciative response to the praise. Her hand dug into my thigh where I still held her wrist. I tightened my grip on her hair when I felt my balls start to tense with the first stages of my orgasm.
"Mmmm hmmmm" she grunted, pulling my shaft deep into her throat and working her head up and down to massage the tip against the back of her mouth.
"Gonna cum baby, ffuuuuucckk!" I groaned as my orgasm surged out of me and into her. I arched my back, shoving my hips against her face that I held in place with my grip on her hair. I felt her lips tighten on my prick as her throat worked to swallow spurt after spurt of my cum. When I was finished I gasped and fell back down, grunting in pain as the cabinet dug into my back and my knuckles banged on the floor as I released my grip on her.
She slowly pulled her lips off of my cock, her tongue working to catch every last drop of my jizz. She kissed the tip then gently pushed my still stiff prick back into my pants and pulled up the zipper with an affectionate pat. She looked up at me, running her tongue over her lips "So, is it fixed yet?"
"No, no it's not fixed and it won't be. First I need to teach a certain little brat a lesson about interrupting me when I'm working." I snapped, struggling to pull myself out of the closet and reaching for her at the same time.
"Eeeek!' she squealed, scrambling awkwardly to her feet on now stiff legs.
"Get back here!" I roared, lunging for her as she darted around the corner.
"I'm sorry, sorry. I promise I won't do it again!" She shouted, looking back over her shoulder with wide eyes.
"That's what you said last time, remember when I was changing the oil on your car!" I snarled, leaping over the back of the sofa and just barely missing landing on the coffee table.
"I just wanted to check your dipstick. Ouch!" She yelped as she stumbled trying to run up the stairs. I managed to grab a handful of her shirt and yanked her back, my other hand clamping tightly onto the back of her neck.
"C'mere you. Time for daddy to teach you a lesson." I growled in her ear as I dragged her back to the sofa then pulled her down across my lap. She squirmed when I tugged down her leggings and underwear. I felt the power in her and knew that if she didn't want me to do this she could easily get away. Instead she fluttered her hands above her ass, allowing me to grab them and tug them sharply up behind her back. She gasped but made no effort to break free.
"It is all that I can do to keep this place together, and it is hard enough without you trying to distract me every time I get in the middle of a job." I said in a firm voice while I gently ran my hands over her now bare ass. It was like stroking a ripe watermelon, firm, round and smooth but it jiggled enticingly beneath my palm as she wiggled on my lap.
"I'm sorry, please, please don't spank me." She whimpered, looking back at me with big pathetic eyes.
