Handyman part 2
Working as a handyman, I got paid in pussy. A lot. But pussy don't pay the bills. When Miss Jeanie called for a repair, I hurried over, thinking she was a paying customer.
Jeanie was smoking hot, former stripper. She came across as naïve and helpless, but I knew better. After I did the repair, she couldn't pay. So I pointed to the bedroom.
"Gunner, aren't you kind of young for this?"
"Twenty-one ain't young."
"It is for me. I don't screw youngsters."
"Lady, do your own repairs or spread your legs. Cash or Ass." She laughed and tossed me a fifty.
A week later, a storm blew in. Miss Jeanie called me in a panic. Her backdoor was broken, and she asked if I could fix it before the rain hit. Then she said something that shocked me.
Jeanie said her daughter would pay me— if I hurried.
"Pay me how?"
I knew her daughter from high school. Lizzie was a petite girl with a tight little ass and pointy tits... Very snobby but very doable. Perfect for a romp.
So I worked on the backdoor, a door next to Lizzie's bedroom. Cool.
As I worked, Lizzie walked in wearing a string bikini. I could see her hard nipples thrusting through the thin bikini top. "Are you going swimming?" She stared at me and shook her head slowly.
After replacing the doorknob, I had trouble lining up the screw-holes. "DAMMIT, I wish they'd put some hair around the hole so I could find it."
Lizzie blushed. "Gosh Gunner, hope you don't have trouble finding MY hole."
"No way." I finished the job, and it was time for payment.
Lizzie didn't stop me when I removed her bikini and checked out her naked body. Dirty blonde hair, dusty blue eyes, pointy tits, and a furry pussy. I rubbed her fuzzy blonde twat.
"Lizzie, you're so moist."
Lizzie giggled and led me to her bed, spreading her hairy pussy. I found the hole and pushed in. Wow, her pussy was tight.
"Wait for me." Her mom ran up and peeked through the door. "I wanna watch." Miss Jeanie fingered herself while watching me screw her daughter.
And Lizzie kept chanting, "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh baby!" Like she was starring in a porno. I was glad when my prick finally spewed into the crazy chick's cunt.
When her mom left, I banged Lizzie again, telling her to keep her fucking mouth shut this time. She thought the whole thing was funny. When my prick spewed, I pulled out and filled her fucking mouth with cum.
Miss Jeanie was on the sofa when I walked out. Apparently, she went to the local dive bar but bought home a gin bottle instead of a guy. She offered me a drink.
After three shots of gin Miss Jeanie looked sexy as sin. I kissed her on the cheek and groped her huge boobs. Then gave the former stripper a nice, long titty massage... had her purring in seconds.
"I wish I was the one you fucked."
"For fifty bucks, you just might."
After another shot, Miss Jeanie looked fucking gorgeous. She handed me the fifty, and I fucked her like a machine, hammering her shaved pussy as her body roiled with climaxes.
The gin numbed my prick, so I pumped her for like an hour. Jeanie began to moan. "Please cum... please... oh god... just cum...hurry!"
My cock throbbed, and I pulled my slimy prick up to her face. Jeanie grabbed it in her mouth. I shoved it in and spewed. The woman gagged like a blowjob virgin, swallowing and gasping for air.
I grabbed her panties. And on my way out the door, I bumped into a drunken guy from the bar. "Is dis Jeanie's place?"
"Yep, buddy. And I got her all warmed up for you."
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On my way home, I noticed a girl hitchhiking. Usually, I don't pick up hitchhikers, but the young twat was cute. Dynamite legs tucked into tight shorts, and a nice bubble butt.
I pulled over. "Where ya' goin' honey?"
"Into town, but I'm just dying of thirst." She pointed at a "Cold Beer" sign down the highway. "Let's stop there first." She wiggled her butt into the car, and I drove off. "My name's Brandi."
"I'm Gunner."
At the bar I ordered a Bud, and Brandi ordered whiskey. The waitress looked at Brandi's driver's license and gave her a Coke. After the waitress left, Brandi pulled some vodka from her purse and poured it into her Coke.
We both got buzzed, and Brandi rubbed my thigh. "Gunner, could I borrow forty bucks for some make-up and stuff?"
"Forty bucks! No way."
"Please Gunner, don't you want me to look pretty?"
"I just met you. I don't care if you look pretty."
"Sure you do." Brandi winked. "I saw you checking out my pretty ass."
"Okay, Pretty Ass, what do I get for my money? A ride in your pussy?"