By the time Candy turned thirty years old, she had been getting fucked by her old men for five years. It started with Ron Morgan when she asked him to stay on doing maintenance for her apartment complex after her Mother passed away. He quickly seduced the chubby young woman and then shared her with his three friends. He then shared her with the members of his hunting club so they would elect him president. As she was sitting in her apartment one afternoon, she figured that she had been fucking eight men each week for five years.
Over the five years, she didn't gain or lose weight and, because of the constant sexual acrobatics, her chubby body was still pretty firm. The hunting club had increased in size from 24 members to over 50 members, and all of them sign up to bang the chubby little slut.
As she was contemplating her life up to that point, she still missed Ron Morgan. He had been gone for two years, and she hadn't replaced his cock or his maintenance position. She had been paying outside contractors to maintain the buildings, and she still spent time with Howard, and enjoyed their weekly dinners and sex. Sometimes he would invite Mr. Weston and Mr. Johnson over to have another gang bang with their horny little minx. But she really loved Mr. Morgan's cock above all others.
Although Ron's family had moved him closer to them because of some health problems, Candy decided to try to track him down and visit him one last time. It took her more than a month, but she eventually found that he was now staying with his son and his family. She left one morning for the long drive to Ron Jrs. House. When she arrived, she was met at the door by young Ron Jr. She explained that his father had been a tenant and maintenance man for her apartments. Jr seemed pleased that she was taking the time to visit his father and led her to the patio where he was reading. Ron was thrilled to see his chubby little slut.
Jr said, "Well, I have to go to work, so you two have fun catching up," as he turned and started for the door.
Ron, err uh, Mr. Morgan had lost weight since she had last seen him, but he still appeared to be in good spirits. He waited until his son had left and then stood and hugged Candy and let his hands roam all over her body. She had goose bumps everywhere he touched, and let him take her top and shorts off before suggesting they go inside.
Mr. Morgan took the opportunity to enjoy the late morning with his hot little slut's body. He explored every inch of her body and plowed all three of her holes before suggesting they break for lunch. He reheated some of last night's dinner for them and asked about her life the past two years. She told him that she still visited the hunt club and still entertained his three friends.
"I still hear from Johnson and Anderson and they told me that you still spend time with their cocks. I'm surprised that you still go to the hunt club," he said nervously, knowing that he had been selling her ass to the club members when he was president. "Are they paying you?"
"No," she said. "I asked about it, but they told me that you didn't charge anything, so I just decided to keep having sex with them for free. I think I enjoy it as much as they do."
After lunch, he took her back to his room and put her on her knees and pounded her ass while pulling her hair with one hand and slapping tits with the other. "Aaaarrrggh! Fuck meeee! Aaaaaahhh yessss! F-fuck my ass!" After blowing his load deep in her bowels, she immediately turned and sucked his cock clean and then licked his balls and ass hole.
"Damn, I've missed you, girl," Ron said.
"I've missed you too, Mr. Morgan."
After spending a little while catching up and letting Ron's hands roam over her voluptuous body. She took her leave and drove home. "Damn, I needed that," she thought. "And I really miss Mr. Morgan's beautiful cock."
Ron called one of his friends form the hunting club and asked about their fuck sessions with Candy. His friend told him that they still charged the members to fuck the little slut, but the money went in to a charity fund instead of in to Ron's pocket. He told Ron that as a result of his presidency, the members all get to fuck a young little slut and the club is donating more to charity than ever before. "So Ron," he said, "you are going down as the best president this club has ever had." Ron laughed and laughed and hung up the phone.
The next day, Caney decided to hire a maintenance man and to find a new beautiful cock. And it would be great if it turned out to be the same man. Before writing her newspaper advertisement, she went to see Howard Anderson to see if he had any friends who might be interested in the job.
"Howard, I want to ask you something, but before I do, I was wondering if you want to have sex."
The short fat man grinned and nodded his head and they both stripped and spent the next 45 minutes licking and sucking each other's bodies. After they both came and got dressed, he said, "Now what did you want, my horny little minx?"
She giggled and said, "I guess I am a horny little minx, aren't I?" He nodded his head. "I haven't replaced Mr. Morgan as my maintenance man, and I've been spending too much money with outside contractors so I was wondering if you knew of someone who would be interested in the job and an apartment."
He pondered her request for a minute and then smiled and said, "Would the job also entail keeping your little pussy satisfied?"
She giggled and said, "Well, that would be an added bonus, wouldn't it?"
"Let me see what I can do," he said. "If he is going to fill both positions, are you looking for a certain age?"
"Oh yes, Howard. I want someone older who knows what he's doing maintenance-wise and sex-wise." She started giggling again.
"OK," he said. "White? Black? Hispanic? Or does it matter?"
"No, it doesn't matter, Howard."
A few days later, Candy was lounging on her couch reviewing income and expenses for the apartments. She was wearing her favorite short shorts and a tight tee shirt that was stretched because of her big breasts pushing on it. She was braless. The doorbell rang and when she answered the door, she saw an older Hispanic man with white hair. He was a couple inches less than six feet tall and appeared to be a few pounds overweight. He had a wide nose and deep set eyes and really wasn't much to look at. As she was looking him up and down, he was doing the same to her. When she finally looked at his face, she saw that he was still looking at her breasts.
He thought to himself, "This is the woman that Howard and the others have been fucking?? Holy shit, please hire me, lady."
He smiled and said, "Are you the lady looking for a maintenance man?" She nodded and he said, "I want to apply for the job."
She invited him into her apartment and he told her that his name was Jorge Ramirez and he was a retired electrician, was 65 years old and divorced. She told him the job duties, compensation and that the job included an apartment, and then offered him the job. He told her that he could start to work in a few days after he packed his stuff and moved it into his new apartment.
