(Based on a 1960's Bill Wenzel gag.)
IF IT AIN'T BROKE ...
With slow, determined movements Doris lifted her hips up and down the lap of the handsome, un-shaven fellow, he sitting on a kitchen chair, his hands around the shapely form of the woman who fucked him. His cock, engorged and as hard as rock throbbed within the silky tightness that was Doris' pussy; she really had a deliciously tight slit.
"I love your cock," she breathed huskily, sinking down upon his lap, her black stocking thighs brushing against the firm hairiness of his legs. Around his ankles his grey uniform and boots. They were obviously in a hurry. His hands gripped the black with purple trimming corset which hugged her waist, her full, perfumed breasts spilling from its rim. Rubber-like nipples ran down the chap's bare chest as she steadily rode him, his hands occasionally running from her slim waist to her naked hips.
"Tight slut," he retorted, parting her cheeks, allowing her wetness to ooze from her.
Doris giggled. "I love it that you call me names," she said.
"But you are a slut," he added.
"Oh yeah," she smiled, playfully, "especially for repairmen with big cocks."
"And do I have a big cock?" he asked her.
"Fuck, yeah ..." she moaned, "the biggest yet."
Doris was a twenty-something, tall, full-bosomed, long hair brunette housewife with a lethal combination; an insatiable sexual appetite and too much time on her hands. Her husband Larry worked at an insurance firm to build up their savings so that they could move out of the crummy one-bedroom apartment where they currently lived. Because of over-time which he readily accepted he was gone for the best part of the day, leaving the imaginative Doris to fill up those long hours. Considering Larry was seemingly always too tired to fuck her when he got back from work Doris was in the habit of inviting random repairmen over to the apartment to fix things, namely, her ravenous craving for cock. Yes, Doris sometimes felt guilty; Larry was working hard to better their lot and ultimately their marriage, but come on ... a girl has needs, right?
And so it was this mid-afternoon that Ray the TV repairman knocked on her door to fix the reception on their television set. One can imagine Ray's surprise when the lingerie-dressed Doris answered the door and invited him in. Guy thought it was his birthday However, this time the set was on the blink, as Larry had asked her this morning to 'get someone to see to it'. He hated missing Bilko. Doris gladly obliged, and after Ray fixed the TV she was going to fix him. The poor bastard was putty in her hands ...
Climbing off the gorgeously handsome Ray Doris fell to her stocking knees and took his cock into her mouth. She adored sucking cock, and loved the sensation of hot, salty cum splashing the back of her throat. Needless to say, Doris thought, pulling on Ray's long, thick sticky member whilst sucking on his circumcised dome between her full red lips, she was something of an aficionado with regards to oral sex. Her husband loved his Sunday morning blow-job before breakfast. Alas, it was Sunday only and never any other day.
