THE CABLE GUY
Damn, the cable guy was hot. He had to be middle-eastern, maybe Puerto Rican, slightly Asian, with deep set eyes and slick, slightly curly hair. Tall, muscular -- not brawny, but definitely lean and hard -- with light caramel skin. I salivated as his lifted and ripped open heavy boxes, expertly using power tools as he worked. Through the thin material of his white button-down shirt, I could see he had five or six intricate tattoos on his broad, long back.
As he worked, all I could think about was sucking his cock. I closed my eyes and imagined my lips bumping over every vein on his erect thickness, making his cock glisten and shine. I pictured myself on my knees in front of him, my mouth locked on his dick as he held my head in place.
He chose a screwdriver from his toolbox. I imagined him anally probing me with the blunt ends of his tools, testing which one made me scream most, before fucking me on my couch. With an involuntary hiss of lustful breath, I imagined the delicious sting of being stretched too wide, too fast by his too-hard cock. I closed my eyes and dwelled on this secret thought, aching to touch myself. Eyes closed, I could still smell him -- sweat, glue and cigarette smoke.
I don't know how much my extreme horniness showed, but it must have been impossible to ignore, because at that point, he got up, dusted his hands, came over and kissed me hard on the lips.
I submitted instantly, pulling at his shirt. When it was off, I quickly gave each of his nipples a teasing lick, kissed his beautiful abs and fell eagerly to my knees. He grinned and powerfully yanked down his zipper, his cock thwacking hard on my chin as I pulled his cargos off, as hard, thick and long as I'd imagined. The skin was pulled taut and veins popped, the tip a shiny, dull pink. His balls were a thickening, fuzzy pouch.
I sucked his cock, moaning, taking him deep and then dragging my lips to the tip, over and over, sometimes ending in a kiss, and then I'd lick him languidly, swirling my tongue underneath the tip, slowly sliding the shaft in again, balls deep. I alternated deepthroating him wildly, my head slamming down, his cock at the back of my throat, and kissing, shallow sucking and mouthing the tip of his cock with my lips. He stood with his legs apart, hands on my head, eyes closed and telling me softly what to do with his cock. I could see myself in the blank screen of my new t.v., thrilled at the naughty image.
"Yeah, you can't get enough of my cock, can you?" he said. I moaned in agreement. It was going to be my personal dirty secret: I loved sucking the cable guy's beautiful cock. I loved to be kneeling in the middle of my living room, sucking hard on this complete stranger's delicious dark cock.
He came in my mouth, about ten jets of cum which I swallowed. Grinning as I gasped with satisfaction, he stuffed his dick back inside his briefs, and went back to work.
THE REUNION
Throughout my holiday with my girlfriends at the Bahamas, all I could think about was my boyfriend. Sexy Dave with his blond hair, great body and dick. I wondered if he'd missed me too. It made me wet to think about him, and my girlfriends all wondered why I was longer than usual in the bathroom all the time.
When I got back, he was already waiting for me in my apartment. He was grinning wide, and his eyes were filled with naked lust. We kissed deeply. "I missed you" he said, caressing my hair with one hand, "...and I missed this," he said, reaching under my skirt for my pussy.
Moaning, I kneeled in front of his bulging jeans as he stripped of his T-shirt. I began to undo his belt, but he grabbed my wrists.
"No babe" he said gruffly, pulling me up. "I need to fuck you to get the edge off first. Then you can suck my cock." He pulled my dress over my head and ripped off my panties with a grunt. His eagerness made me so hot. He unzipped his fly and kicked off his jeans -- his nine inch cock was already hard.
"Let me show you how much I missed this pussy," he said, lifting me up and hoisting my legs. I circled my arms around his shoulders as he entered me, fucking me standing up. His enormous cock felt so good in my sex starved pussy. I rode him, screaming with joy as he grabbed my ass and slammed me toward him, hard, for maximum penetration.
His hard body tensed as he fucked me harder and harder. I was creaming like crazy, making his cock slick and slippery. He slapped my ass and furiously licked between my breasts, his mouth searching for my hard nipples.
Mid-fuck, he pulled his cock out and lifted me powerfully to his mouth, throwing my legs behind his shoulders. Supporting me by my ass, he gave my shiny cunt a deep, probing lick and gave my clit a strong, incredibly rough, kissing suck, pinching it with his lips. Then he dropped me back onto his cock.
"Yesss...I'm close babe. Squeeze that cock with your cunt," he said. His body shone with sweat. I tried to squeeze him, but I came instead, hard. He came too, a moment later, filling my pussy with cum. I clung to him, gasping, my pussy a wet mess of his cum and my excited juices. "FUCK YEAH!" he roared. He pulled his cock out and pushed me to my knees.
"Now how about that blowjob?" he said, grinning.
