Please don't accuse me of promoting racial stereotypes. The two people here could be of any race. It just so happens that I'm Asian and my contractor was Black. The story is more about how he managed to thoroughly fuck me and mess with my mind at the same time. I thought that I was putting one over on him, by pretending to be reluctant when I really wanted to have sex with him, but in the end, he ended up with the upper hand and also blowing my mind in ways that I never anticipated.
All of this happened when my fiancé and I bought a fixer-upper just before we got married. It needed major work, including taking down some interior walls and reconfiguring the spaces. Fortunately, my dad is a partner in an engineering firm, and he helped me design it, and got one of the contractors he works with to do the work for cheap.
Cal was the owner of the construction company. He was in his fifties, about my dad's age, and they had worked together for a long time and were social friends. Cal and his wife came over regularly to our house for dinner, and after I turned eighteen, I began to notice his muscular body. He was thick all over, with huge arms and powerful looking thighs. When he talked to me, I would melt under his seductive personality.
There was a rocky time between my dad and Cal when Cal had had sex with one of his female clients and the husband, who was a developer and a big client of my dad's engineering firm, found out and didn't take it well. By that time, I was old enough that my dad talked about it in front of me, and I was fascinated to hear that Cal had a long history of extramarital affairs which concerned the other partners at my dad's company.
By that time, I had had sex with enough guys to see Cal's appeal. It wasn't just that he was a physical specimen, you could tell he was a man who was going to take you hard and in the way he wanted. Apparently, he had done a number on the client's wife and left her pretty battered physically. My dad's firm wanted to cut all ties to Cal and his company, but my dad was loyal to Cal, even though he himself was disturbed by Cal's actions. Part of the reason that my dad was upset was that he was a good friend of Cal's wife, and had introduced the two of them.
As someone attracted to alpha males, I understood better than my dad what was going on. I knew Cal wasn't a rapist, but someone who found submissive women who wanted to be taken hard. I had been with many men like him, and knew why women like me were drawn to them. But my dad didn't see how he could continue to work with him on projects.
Somehow, my dad's relationship with Cal survived that incident. My mom stuck up for him, and having a woman's support went a long way for Cal. I always understood that my dad had been instrumental in making sure that Cal kept getting work from his firm, and I assumed it was for this reason that Cal had agreed to help me with my remodel on the cheap.
Cal came over to the house to look things over one Friday afternoon while I was alone. He was supposed to come later when Steven, my fiancé, was at home. Not having seen him in a while, I was struck again by how physically powerful he looked, even in his fifties. And he still gave off the air of a man you didn't want to cross. It didn't take long before the thought of him inside me crossed my mind. Even though I was about to get married, and was attempting to change my slutty ways, I still gave in to my compulsions every now and then.
Cal greeted me with a hug that lasted a little longer than was appropriate, I thought. Then right away, he started to suggest that he might want something in return for his help.
"I'm practically doing this job for free," he said to me, as we talked in my kitchen. "You know that right?"
"Well, Cal, I know and I really appreciate it," I said.
"You might think I'm doing this as a favor to your dad," he went on. "But it's not like we're the best of friends."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"That there might have been other reasons I agreed to do this for you," he said cryptically.
"Like what reasons?"
"Well, to do you a favor," he said. "I've always been fond of you, Kristen."
"I like you, too, Cal," I said.
"But I really like you," he said. "And maybe you can return the favor."
Message received, I thought to myself. Cal wanted some action in exchange for his work. I was okay with that. From the minute he had walked in the door, I remembered my earlier attraction to him. But I wanted to see how much he wanted me. I backed away from him, and he followed me. So far, so good, I thought. Would this bastard actually force me, I wondered? That would be completely arousing for me to have him take me against my will. I decided that he probably wouldn't, so I had to be cagey. Give him enough of an opening so he would take it, but not explicitly give him permission.
"You know, I'm getting married this year," I said.
"Yes, but you ain't married now," Cal said. "And I have a feeling you might not be getting everything you need from your fiancé."
"Well, that's very forward of you," I said. "And presumptuous."
"Is it?" he asked. "I know a thing or two, and your fiancé goes to the Y, just like me."
"So?" I said, although I knew what he was driving at.
"Let's just say I've been in the locker room with Steve," he said.
I laughed, and playfully punched him in the shoulder. He took the opportunity to grab me by the wrists and pull me toward him. I didn't try to pull away. We were just inches away, and I looked into his eyes and bit my lower lip. When he continued to look at me, I submissively looked down at my feet, and waited for his next move.
I thought he was going to kiss me--I could feel his face so close to mine, even though I wasn't looking at him. But he didn't kiss me, and instead, pushed me down to my knees. Some men choose submission through seduction, others prefer to get capitulation from the very beginning.
From my knees, I wondered how difficult I was going to make it for Cal. On one hand, I wanted him badly, but on the other hand, he was a man in his 50s trying to coerce his friend's daughter into sex. I wanted him to work for it. Plus, the more he worked to force me, the bigger the turn on for me.
He looked down at me and snorted, "Smart girl like you, you don't know what to do?"
I can make myself cry at will, with tears rolling down my cheeks. I wondered if he might enjoy face fucking a sobbing woman. I contemplated that, but figured that might actually make him stop. I didn't want to be sassy, though, that would signal that what was happening was alright with me, and it would spoil the fun. I decided to choose the intermediate route.
"I'm not sure what you want me to do," I said, innocently. "What if I take off my top so you can see my tits?"
"Shit, girl!" he exclaimed. "You ain't got no tits."
"So what do I have to do to make you happy?" I asked.
"What if you start by undoing this," he said, pointing to his belt.
"Cal!" I exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized. "You're not serious!"
Before he could change his mind, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. I gasped as I took out his cock, and held it in my hands. It was amazing, and bigger than I had even imagined. It was easily more than twice the size of Steven's cock.
"I've never done this," I lied. In reality, I had never felt so much compulsion to put a dick in my mouth as I did then. But I told myself to calm down, and I tentatively fondled Cal's pornstar-sized dick. I willed myself to wait a few beats to make it seem that I was afraid to put it in my mouth.
Only when he started to pull my head toward him did I tentatively wrap my lips around his cock. I looked up at him, and tried to convey fear, surprise and anxiety. Cal looked very pleased with himself. As his cock made its way deeper into my mouth, I made sure to lubricate his head with saliva as I bobbed up and down on his shaft with my lips.
"Shit," he said. "For an amateur, you're pretty good."
I came up for air after a minute or two.
"Is this monster supposed to go down my throat?" I asked innocently. "Because I don't see how it will fit."
"I might not make you deep throat it, Kristen," he said. "Just keep doing what you're doing."
"And then, are we square?" I asked. "Maybe if I can make you come this way?"
"We'll see," he said.
He then gripped my head tight with both hands and proceeded to face fuck me violently. If I had truly been inexperienced at it, the episode would have been overwhelming and terrifying. I just hung on for dear life and did the best to make it good and sloppy for him. Despite his promise to not put it in too deep, his cock went too far many times, making me choke and gag and flail in pain.
Mercifully, he came after a few minutes, emptying the contents of his balls into my mouth and down my throat. He made sure I swallowed, and then offered me his cock so I could clean it off with my mouth.
I wondered if Cal knew I was exaggerating my inexperience, or if he believed he was corrupting a woman who was almost unbelievably naïve and uninformed about sex.
"Did you like it?" he asked me. I looked up at him. He wasn't smiling, he was looking at me hard, daring me to challenge him. I wondered if I could say something that would make him slap me. I couldn't think of anything, so I just nodded meekly.
"Good girl," he said.
