As per usual, this story is not intended for minors. Inspired by Kami Tora's robinraku01. Comments/criticisms welcome. Enjoy.
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While on vacation, Robin decides to tease a couple of poor, hard-working laborers. But when they've had enough teasing, Robin gets
More Than She Bargained For
Robin's eyes couldn't get any wider, and a syrupy mixture of saliva and precum was dripping lazily onto her bare breasts. Two of the most mammoth cocks she had ever seen were now competing for the very limited space inside her lovely little mouth. At this moment, her mind almost frozen in a strange mixture of lust and fear, she couldn't help but reflect on how her perfect vacation had taken such an alarming turn . . .
***
"Are you sure it's okay with you, Robin?" Merylin asked for the fourth or fifth time in this phone call.
"For God sakes, yes, Mary!"
"I just don't want to ruin your vacation or anything."
"Look, I didn't have any plans for those two weeks. You and Nick have a lovely time in Europe, and I will be happy to take care of the house while you're gone. It really is no trouble at all," Robin said reassuringly.
"Okay, thanks again so much for doing this. I'll leave a note on the fridge with all the instructions, and you have a key already, right?"
"Yes, Mary. All set."
"Okay, well then I guess we'll see you in a couple of weeks!" Mary said, finally sounding like she might be able to relax and enjoy the idea.
God, if anyone needs a vacation, it's poor Mary. Nick had better give it to her good over there.
"Have a great trip, Mary, and tell Nick I said he better give it to you good, or he'll have to answer to me!" Robin replied with a smile on her face.
"Oh, Lord! Behave while we're gone, Rob," Mary rejoined with her own smile, and hung up.
Ahhhhhh . . . a beautiful house on the beach all to myself for two whole weeks! This is gonna be a WONDERFUL vacation
, Robin thought dreamily to herself.
***
After 3 days, it was everything she'd hoped it would be. Nick and Mary had stocked the pantry and the fridge admirably before they left; the only 'chores' they'd left for her were to pick up the mail and water a few plants; she got a nice morning run on the beach and had the rest of the day to lounge around, read, or go shopping in this lovely little beach town. The only thing she was starting to miss was some cock.
It just so happened that on the fourth day of her lovely vacation, Marco and Eddie showed up to redo the tile in the kitchen. They weren't actually scheduled to stop by for two more weeks, but due to a small scheduling snafu at the main office had been sent out early.
Robin was upstairs enjoying a nice, relaxing shower after her run when she heard the doorbell downstairs.
Oh, shit. Who could that be? Figures they'd show up when I'm in the shower
. Robin grabbed the towel, quickly wrapped herself, and hussled down the stairs. As she reached the smooth tile at the foot of the stairs, her still-wet foot got no purchase and shot out in front of her. Robin let out an "Oop!" as she flailed for a moment before landing unceremoniously on her ass. She lay sprawled on the ground, propped on her elbows; slightly dazed and towel askew.
Unbeknownst to Robin, it was at this moment that Marco peered around through a window, catching a glimpse of the moist beauty in most of her glory. "Holy shit," he mumbled softly, his mind not believing what his eyes were telling him. Eddie looked over curiously, and then Marco abruptly straightened and gave him a shooshing motion. Eddie squinted at his partner suspiciously but said nothing.
Meanwhile, Robin had recovered, having suffered nothing more than a little bruising of the tushy.
Thank God no one was here to see that
, she thought to herself. She stood and made sure the towel made her decent again and moved to open the door. Not unexpectedly, the men who greeted her from the doorstep were transfixed by her state of undress and simply stood ogling her for a full 5 seconds.
"Um, can I help you gentlemen with something?" Robin prompted.
"*ahem* Uh, yes. Sorry, Miss. I'm Marco and this here is Eddie. We're here about the kitchen?" Marco provided helpfully. Eddie's jaw was still somewhere on the ground between his feet.
"Kitchen?"asked Robin, her total confusion painted on her face. Robin glanced over at Eddie to find him practically drooling, his lascivious mind apparently unimpaired by the towel covering her most sensitive parts. She subconsciously straightened the towel and turned back to Marco.
"We, uh . . . let me see," Marco hesitated, flipping through his work orders and stealing glances at the impressive amount of glistening cleavage on display above the towel. "Yeah, we're supposed to re-tile the kitchen, it says . . . counter backsplash? You're, uh . . . Merlin?" Marco asked uncertainly. He was finding it rather difficult to concentrate at the moment.
"Mer-Y-lin. I mean, no. I'm just taking care of the place. Are you sure this is the right day?" Robin happened to glance at Eddie's fidgeting hands to see him surreptitiously adjusting the most alarming bulge she had seen in a long time. She barely contained a gasp and quickly turned her attention back to Marco, who had forgotten about his papers for the moment as he checked out Robin's firm, toned legs and their sweet juncture only barely covered by the towel.
Robin cleared her throat and started to step further behind the door, then caught herself.
These boys are obviously wound up pretty tight. What's the harm in playing this up a little?
Instead she bent forward at the waist, pretending to scratch her calf. Her enormous rack shifted forward in a desperate attempt to leave the towel, and only the valiant efforts of her left arm kept her modesty in check (such as it was). She took the opportunity to steal a glance at Marco's crotch, and was delighted to find something the size and shape of a large Maglite straining the material of his work pants.
She straightened tantalizingly slowly, pleased to see the helpless males transfixed. "I said, 'Is this the right day?'" Robin repeated with a knowing smirk on her face.
Marco shook himself and glanced down at the work order again. His brain refused to translate the gibberish on the page, so he said, "Oh yes, Miss. We're very careful about this sort of thing. I'm sorry to bother you, but we should be able to finish this is up in an hour or so at the most." Marco didn't miss Robin's brief smile.
"Well, alright then. Come on in. I'll show you where the kitchen is," she said, opening the door wide. Marco elbowed Eddie roughly, who awoke from his stupor and went to fetch the materials from the truck.
***
Once they were situated in the kitchen, Robin turned toward the entry and said, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish up. Just holler if you need anything." She took the opportunity to hitch up the towel in front, causing it ride up on her ass so that the towel barely came down over her thick cheeks. She could feel the worker's eyes following each exaggerated roll and bounce of her ass as she made her way to the stairs. What they couldn't see was the moisture from her swollen pussy dripping down her inner thigh and the look of flushed arousal on her face. She very nearly slipped on the tile again but this time caught herself on the banister, grateful she was out of sight of the men.
***
When he heard the bathroom door click shut and the water turn on, Marco turned toward Eddie and exclaimed, "What. the. FUCK. Did we get in a car accident and now we're having some crazy coma dream, or did a hot-ass bitch just answer the door in a towel and tease the ever-loving shit out of us?"