What Ind of Girl

"Hello. Do you fix broken switches?" he asked by way of an introduction when I answered the phone.

"Yes I can do that for you no problem," I answered, thinking just how easy it can be to earn twenty quid.

He sounded quite young and his next announcement confirmed my thoughts.

"Oh great. I threw me shoe at me girlfriend last night and missed. I mean, I missed me girlfriend but 'it the lightswitch an' broke it."

It can only be shameless younger people who will share such information with you. Surely he could have lied about how it got damaged.

"Where are you?" I asked. "I can nip round early evening tonight if you like."

The price was agreed, Ben gave me his address and the appointment was made.

I arrived at exactly 7.30 pm and, as expected, Ben and his girlfriend were in their early 20s and the flat looked surprisingly tidy for a young couple who didn't mind throwing shoes at each other. The girlfriend, Natalie, looked surprisingly sexy too.

Ben showed me to the broken switch which was, somewhat predictably, in the main bedroom.

He closed the door behind me as he left to make drinks for everybody, at Natalie's request. I heard the clinking of spoons in cups but no drink was forthcoming. The next sound I heard was that of girly giggling, with a hint of some boyish chuckling thrown in. Given that the average age of my regular customers is at least 70, this cheeky laughter made a pleasant change from hearing about the weather, illness and how times have changed.

"No. Put that phone away you!" were the first words I heard from the other side of the door. Natalie almost whispered this to Ben but it was hardly a convincing objection to whatever he was doing with his phone.

"Can't. Not with guests in the flat," she whispered, a little more convincing than her last statement.

I had to think quickly. I really wanted to know what was going on in the lounge and a reason to speak to Ben was needed-urgently!

"Where's your fuse box?" I blurted out, just as Natalie was about to take Ben's cock into her mouth. She was on her knees naked, as Ben sat fully clothed, with his stiff cock in one hand and his mobile phone in the other.

"You could have knocked!" she said smiling. I could, but that would have meant knocking on the inside of a door to come out of a room, which didn't seem right somehow.

"Sorry!" I held my hands up and scuttled off back to work, still not knowing where the fuse box was but with a huge erection for my trouble. Natalie was a bit of a looker with her clothes on but with her clothes off, she was an absolute stunner.

I fussed and fumbled with the switch for a short while when my phone announced the arrival of a text message.

It was actually a picture message of a naked Natalie sucking Ben's cock. It was a perfect image of what I had just put a stop to, or so I thought, and a short message that simply said "cum in."

I put down my screwdriver and walked calmly into the lounge.

"Will you film us please? Well, film me givin' 'im a blowjob," asked Natalie, ever so politely for a naked girl with a good hard cock in her hand.

Ben handed me his phone, already set to video camera mode, and I set them off with the word 'action', as if filming a couple having sex in front of me is part of my everyday list of jobs.

She was really going for it. His cock was deep in her mouth as she expertly moved her lips up and down his shaft, occasionally taking it out to lick its throbbing head.

She turned to me and smiled, such a filthy smile, as she continued to wank him furiously as he writhed about, still fully clothed, in the chair.

"Don't miss any Rob. He's gonna come in my mouth and I want you to film every drop; every fuckin' drop."

"Oh Nat. I'm comin' now Babe," Ben announced as he arched up in the chair, shooting the first drops of his spunk right into her face.

She quickly took him back into her mouth as he came, mixing her pleasured moans with his swearing and my vocal encouragement.

"Now that is a good shot!" I assured them, moving in close with the phone to catch some great film of his creamy white spunk dribbling from her lips.

"You must send this to my phone Ben" I asked. Given that I was part of this it seemed a reasonable request to make. But he was still enjoying Natalie's oral attention and he either didn't hear me or didn't want to hear me. He was still coming, she was still sucking and I was still filming, though God knows I wanted to get my cock out and have some of what Ben was having.

Ben pulled away from her when he'd finished filling her mouth with his juice; juice that had now started to dribble from the end of Natalie's chin.

"Any chance of some of that for me?" I enquired casually as Ben staggered off to the kitchen.

"Eh? I'm not that kind of girl you know Rob. Sorry but that's a no."

"Just thought I'd ask," I replied with more than a little disappointment in my voice.

"But I'll give you a handjob if you get your dick out. Will that do?"

I figured that actions might speak louder than words so I dropped my trousers and sat down in Ben's chair. Natalie quickly took my cock in her hand and started to wank me off slowly at first, and then a bit faster as she realised Ben was watching us intently.

"Get the wankglass Ben. He's nearly there," she shouted and he practically sprinted across the lounge with a fat glass tumbler in his hand.

"Fuck; I'm coming, I'm coming," I shouted as Natalie began to fill the tumbler with my spunk. She was enjoying this whole scenario as much as I was. I could tell by the way her face lit up as she emptied me into her wankglass. Surely a wankglass she had used with Ben many times as he didn't need any instructions as to where it could be found.

"How's that for you mate?" Ben asked.

"Fucking a-maze-ing Ben," I replied, thoroughly spent after possibly the best handjob in my entire life.

"She's really fuckin' good isn't she?" I couldn't help but offer some words of praise for Natalie, who was still naked and smiling as she sat cross-legged on the floor.

"I meant this brew mate. Made you a brew. Does it look okay? I don't usually do coffee."

How very foolish of me. Of course he was asking if the drink he'd made met with my approval. Why would he be asking how his hot girlfriend's handjob was for me? He knows exactly how that feels the lucky bastard!

"Giz your phone Rob and I'll take a pic of you an' your spunk," offered Ben.

I let him find the camera on my antique mobile phone. I'm useless with these new mobile things

"Cheers Ben. We'll call that right seeing as I've watched you come in Natalie's mouth, I've had a handjob and that job's only took me ten minutes. But don't forget to text me that vid."

"No worries Rob. See you again mate."