I hadn't been doing it for very long. Having sex with strangers. You see, my husband and I are recently separated. We haven't been intimate for over two years. And I had only been with him for the sixteen years prior to that.
He walked out six weeks ago. Leaving me home alone with our little girl. I was devastated.
I don't know why I started perusing the "Casual Encounters" section of Craigslist. I was just feeling so needy. And I was so tired. When my husband left, there were several things around the house he had meant to repair. He just never got around to it. So now I had to deal with the broken window, and the broken table, and the broken kitchen drawer.
I hadn't been working much lately. There was no money. I didn't know what I was going to do.
That's when I saw his ad. "Need a Handyman?
I was so nervous! I'd never done anything like this before. He said payment could be "whatever". Don't worry, I'm not that naive. I knew exactly what he meant.
We met for coffee so I could "check his references". He looked clean, normal, well groomed. When he sheepishly admitted he measured almost eight inches, I didn't know what to say. My husband isn't nearly that big. I almost called it off because I felt so intimidated. What if he wouldn't fit? Would it hurt? Would he be sweet and give me time to get used to how big he is?
I asked him to come back with me to my house so that he could look at my wobbly kitchen table. When we got home, he followed me up the stairs. I could feel his eyes searching for what I had hidden under my skirt. I had told him about buying some new panties. Navy ones with little white polka dots and satin ribbons. I felt so flushed. That was when I knew I was going to let him fuck me. I'm so tired of be a good girl. Respectable, even.
I was still scared.
I opened the door, led him inside, and nervously asked him where he would like to start.
He was really good about calming me down. I didn't think I was going to kiss him - too intimate. But he didn't give me much choice. He leaned in and wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled me close. He tasted minty. And like cigars. mmm...
He made sure I was good and breathless before he backed me up against the couch. He felt my ass and lifted me up a little so that my clit would scrape down the length of his cock. He wanted to make sure I knew what I was in for. My clit swelled from the contact and that's when I first said the word "please".
My ragged voice must have turned him really on. He laid me down on the sofa, put a hand under my knee, and spread my thighs apart. As he lowered himself down on top of me he said, "Show me your nipples." Oh god, they were so hard. You see, my girls are pierced, so it's fairly easy to make them sensitive.
He breathed out a sigh when he saw they were pierced. His breath made them stick out even further.
"Ohhh." He reached down and pinched one of them between his fingers. I caught my breath at the exquisite pain. Tears welled up as I asked "You'll be sweet, won't you?"
He didn't answer but instead caught the little metal ring in his teeth and pulled a bit. "Oh!"
He settled in for a long while. Licking and sucking and pinching and tugging. My nipples got all red and swollen. They were so sensitive, I could hardly think. He held my hand above my head and held me so still I couldn't move. Couldn't lift him off of me. Couldn't feel anything but how my nipples were burning and my pussy was all wet and slick.
His hands are rough and calloused and big. His fingers scraped down my tummy. He gathered my panties up in between the folds of my pussy lips, moving them aside so that the fabric nestled my clit. His rough fingers tugged the material so tight I cried out. My clit was so big now, it peeked out from it's little hood. He looked down and when he saw I was bare. He made a low growl.
"Ohhh...it's so pretty."
He reached under me and pulled my panties off. He stroked my naked pussy lips up and down. I wiggled a little and he spanked my pussy folds and said sternly, "Be still."
Oh! No one had EVER slapped me down there! It stung. It made a wet sound. It was delicious! I couldn't think of anything but how my pussy felt so full and burning.
Tears welled up in my eyes when he first slid his finger inside. "Oh honey, shhh, you're so tight."
As his head lowered between my thighs and his tongue first slid against my pussy, I let go of my husband and the needy feeling. Now I was ready to be filled, you know what I mean? So when his second finger joined his first, I felt so full, I almost came.
His fingers were so calloused. He only went in a little at first. He was teasing me too, you see. When I started rocking my hips back and forth a little, he pulled his fingers out and slapped my clit again.
"I said hold still. I meant it."
I gasped and froze. "Oh, I'm sorry." I whispered. "I'll be still." He pinched a nipple as he raised up and I whimpered. When started to unbutton his pants, I got scared again. He placed a knee on either side of my face and slowly pulled himself out of his pants.
He was so hard. He was so big. The head of his dick wouldn't fit, I was just sure of it. I looked up at him worriedly. He took himself in his hand and opened my mouth.
"Come on sweetie." he breathed as he fed me his dick. I opened my mouth and felt him slide against my tongue. I swirled it around the head of his dick until he said, "Wider."
He held the back of my head as he forced himself deeper into my mouth. I struggled a little when he bumped up against the back of my throat. That hurt a little. But he wouldn't let me go for a second and held himself still. Then he slid himself back out.
And then back in again.
And again.
He held my head. He tangled his fingers in my hair in the back with one hand, and slid his dick in my mouth with the other. I gagged a little when it bumped up against the back of my throat. He wouldn't let me move though, and I couldn't breathe.
When I started to struggle, he said "Shhh..." and pulled back out. I took a shaky, quick breath, and he pushed his dick back in. He kept doing this, getting faster and faster, until he was full on fucking my mouth. Holding on to my hair and forcing my head back and forth. I whimpered and he breathed, "Oh fuck! Oh fuck, baby. Like that, just like that!"
I tried really hard. Everything got all slobbery and slippery. My mascara was running down my face when I first tasted his come. I was making all these nasty sounds. He finally stopped and pushed me onto my back.
It hurt when he finally entered me. He didn't give me time to get used to how big he was. He slid in all the way because I was so wet.
I gasped and arched my back. I tried to back up a little to get away, but he had me pinned down and his dick just kept stretching me and stretching me.
He got a little upset when he couldn't get in me all the way. He was in only about halfway.
He said if he couldn't get it all the way in the next time, he was going to spank me.
I groaned. He had me all turned around and upside down. I didn't really want him to spank me, did I?
His huge dick just kept coming and coming. It scraped across the top of my clit and against the walls of my pussy. When I cried out, he put his hand over my mouth, muttered "Hush." and slid himself out.
"Watch. Watch this, now." he breathed and he made me look down. My eyes got bigger as he forced his way slowly back in. His wet dick separating my pussy folds wider and wider. When he was seated almost to the hilt, he stopped again, took his hand from my mouth and asked, "You ready?"
Was I? I had never done anything this nasty in my whole life. I didn't know this man's last name. My husband had always treated me so tenderly. I felt used, dirty, gross. My Handyman had dirt under his fingernails and sweat stains around his collar.
Curiosity got the best of me. I reached down in between us and pulled my pussy lips apart so I could get a good look. I was so pink. So wet.
He didn't wait for my answer. He pulled out and slammed back into me so hard, I screamed. My pussy was on fire. The burning, needy, fullness of it was the only thing I could think about. His dick plunged in and out of it's wetness, over and over again. He reached for a nipple and grunted in my ear.
He was brutal. He pulled my hair and forced my head back, pushing me further into the sofa. He kept pinching, pinching, pinching my nipple. While his dick kept banging, banging, banging into me. He forced his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't breathe under his assault.
I could barely move under the weight of him. His dick hurt at first, but then I finally gave up and gave in. For the first time in weeks I wasn't thinking of my husband. This stranger's nasty dick had me firmly pinned in the here and now. I couldn't do anything. I didn't even have to. All I had to do was lie there and take it, and feel it, and let my husband go.
I exploded. My back arched. I cried out. I came so hard my pussy clamped down around him and he shouted out. I was so filled. Filled with him. The pleasure started in my core and radiated through me. My clit shivered and wept. My nipples hardened, the pretty jewelry became mercilessly unyielding. I hadn't orgasmed with a man inside me in years. The Handyman impaled me on his thick dick. I could only feel him.
He slapped me.
"Did I tell you you could come?!"
I was so surprised, I couldn't say anything. I put my hand up against my burning cheek. Tears welled up again as I stammered, "N-no, sir."
He tsked a sound of disappointment and roughly pulled out of me. I made a pleading sound as he flipped me over onto my tummy. "Hush up! I never said you could come. I never said you could come, did I? Did I?"
He plunged two fingers brutally into me and spanked me really hard.
