Working as a handyman was the best fucking job ever. Literally.
In college, I majored in beer pong and pussy. Everyone called me Gunner because I always hit my target. But after WAY too much partying, I had to get a real job. Dammit, I thought the good times were over...
Boy, was I wrong.
My dad hired me to work in his handyman business. "Gunner, this is balls-down the best job you'll ever have! Lots of mobile home repairs. Lots of single women."
For my first handyman job, my dad showed me how to fix up an old mobile home. I did, and it turned out great. His neighbor Fannie came over to check it out.
Fannie was a big-titted, brassy blonde. Putting her hands on her hips, she stuck out her chest and looked around. "Wow, you did a fucking good job. My fucking trailer is falling apart."
Fannie looked me up and down. "I'll fucking hire you. How much do you fucking charge?"
"Not much. Do you want to see the bedroom?" She smiled and shook her head. "Maybe later sailor. But you can fix up my living room. It's a fucking dump."
Fannie left, and I looked at my dad. "She sure likes to say fuck a lot."
"Yep." He laughed. "Maybe she likes to fuck a lot?"
Fannie paid me half up front. But after I finished, she refused to pay the rest. "I don't have the fucking money, and you can't squeeze blood from a fucking turnip."
I told my dad.
"She's got a pussy, right? Go back and don't leave until you get Cash or Ass. That's my motto— Cash or Ass. That brassy bitch needs a good boning." He laughed. "And bring me her panties."
Fannie answered the door, glaring at me. "Jerk, what the fuck do you want?"
"I want paid. NOW!" She flipped me off and tried to slam the door, but I forced my way inside. Fear flashed in her eyes.
"Look, there ain't no fucking money!"
"Now Fannie, you know there's another way to pay." I pushed her into the bedroom. She tried to slap me, but I shoved her down on her bed,... a stained mattress on the floor.
"Are you going to screw me?"
"Do you need a good screwing!"
"No, I fucking don't! But if I did, would that make us even?"
"No. This is just the first payment— a stiff payment." I locked the door and dropped my pants. Fannie watched my boner stretch out and stiffen.
"Oh fuck, it looks hard and happy." Fannie didn't struggle when I pulled off her dress and flipped up her bra cups, letting her big jugs bounce out. I sucked her pierced nipples.
The blonde dropped her tiger-striped panties, displaying her trimmed vee of curly gold pubes, with a pink slit peeking out. I put the panties in my pocket and rubbed her warm pussy, pushing a finger in her juice box..
Fannie sighed and spread herself wide for me.
She was wet and ready. I climbed over, sucked her tits, and shoved my prick straight up her cunt. She grabbed my neck, lifting her hips. "Ooh! Oh, Gunner—Oh Jesus— you got a fucking big one!"
"And Fannie, you got a body built to fuck."
"Really Gunner?" She humped me harder. "Say that again sailor."
"Baby, you're built to fuck! You're a tigress!"
"Oooh!" Her claws gripped my back as she humped. A minute later, I shot my first load inside her sweet snatch, but my prick stayed hard as I kept screwing her twisting pussy. This time Fannie fucked back.
"Oh my god, oh my fucking god!"
The bucking blonde made little grunting sounds. Soon Fannie's back arched in orgasm, with her cunt muscles crushed my prick until I spewed a second load.
Fannie kissed me and giggled. "Wow Gunner you fucking stud, I did need a good screwing." She winked. "Is there anything else I could do for you, like blow your balls off?"
"How about some naughty pics?"
"Sure sailor. I bet you want me to spread my legs wide for a crotch shot? Don't you? Just like those dirty girls on the internet. That's what you fucking want, me to pose like a dirty girl?
"Exactly."
Fannie giggled and spread herself for my cell camera. I snapped some pics of her big tits and moved in for a pic of her cream-pie cunt... Fannie actually blushed.
I sent the pics to my dad. He texted back. "Balls deep is the only way to go!"
As I walked out the front door, Fannie yelled, "Dammit Gunner, where are my fucking panties!?"
****
The next day my dad warned me, "Be careful with these bitches. Every one of them will try to hook you." My dad whispered. "That's why women have pussy hair— to hide the hook!" He fell over laughing.
"Gunner, I'll have another job for you tomorrow, a young mother named Lupita. She has a leaking faucet and a toilet that keeps running. And she wants to make payments."
"I love payments." Dad laughed. "And I bet she has a hole or two that need filled."
Lupita was a pretty little Latina. Dark hair, bronze skin, and clear brown eyes. I walked in, and she sat there holding a baby to her fat tit. She pulled the baby away, and I watched milk dripping from her stretched nipple. Cool.
Looking up at me, she flashed a worried smile. "You fix bathroom, yes?"