The morning sun streaming through the window woke Sam up, she had not slept all that well, she tossed and turned most of the night, dreaming of the workman that had fucked and used her the previous evening. She hoped it was all just a bad dream and tried to put it out of her mind, as she got out of bed and put on a knee length blue satin robe. Entering the bathroom it all came flooding back the moment when she entered, it hadn't been a dream, it had been real.
Sam wanted to get a shower but there was no water, the workman had turned it off. She had tried her best to wipe herself down with a towel the previous evening. Her legs and pubic hair were still encrusted with the remnants of his discharge. She realised that there was little point in trying to clean herself up as she remembered the agreement she made with him the previous evening and his parting words.
She nearly leapt out of her skin when the doorbell rang. She left the bathroom and went and opened the door and it was him, The workman, without uttering a word he just walked in and closed the door.
Looking at Sam, "Just got up?" he asked, Samantha just nodded.
"Go, get dressed and I'll be done shortly, then we can conclude our business arrangement, cant we," he said reaching out and quickly patting Samantha on her cunt.
"Yes," Sam said, quivering slightly. Samantha knew she was again going to be taking a very big risk. She had stopped taking the pill when Chris had deployed to Iraq. It was wrong what she was going to do. She was going to have to let this old man fuck her bareback again in exchange for doing the repair. She knew it would be useless to try to get him to wear a condom, no matter how much she pleaded with him. It was going to have to be bareback or no repair.
Samantha knew that she could get pregnant, hell she might even be pregnant after yesterday, but the danger of it also excited her. She felt her start to cunt moisten at the thought of being used again by him again.
She turned and left him to make the repair and went into her bedroom to get dressed. Remembering his parting word to her from last night about how he liked his sluts dressed. She decided on a short black skirt, black nylons stockings, suspender belt and a pair of black lace knickers cut high on the thigh and a matching bra. As she dressed she felt butterflies in her stomach and her heart was pounding. She wasn't sure whether she was scared or excited with what she was going to do not, but continued to finish dressing anyway. Looking at herself in the dressing table mirror, Sam tried to see what the workman would see, did she look slutty enough or demure enough for him. She paced about nervously and after about half an hour he called to her.
"I've finished. Where are you?"
"Here," she called back faintly, "in the bedroom."
She heard his footsteps in the hallway. Her heart was beating faster now.
"Where?" he inquired
"In here," she repeated.
He didn't knock but just walked in. His hands were still dirty from the job he had been doing. His clothes were covered in dirt from this job and other previous jobs.
He looked at Samantha, smiled and nodded at her as if giving his approval seal of approval, and said "right, that's my part, now it's your turn."
"Aren't you going to wash first?" she asked, taken aback at his dirty state.
"Nope, I don't have time," he replied undressing. She could see his cock was already hard and erect, pushing out against his work trousers in anticipation of fucking her.
"Well I'm waiting for my payment," he said in a low gruff voice,
"Ok," Samantha said meekly, and started undressing in front of him, she took of her blouse and gently laid it over the back of a nearby chair. He was undressed in seconds. She had only just taken off her bra and she still had on her skirt and knickers. As she was about to remove her skirt, he walked towards her saying, "come on you slut, don't fuck about, times a wasting."
He grabbed her and spun her around, and forced her forward towards the bed.
"Fucking kneel on there," he said.
As she did so, she felt his hands lift her skirt and throw it up onto her back. this revealed her skimpy black lace knickers and also her black stocking clad legs to his gaze.
"Nice, just how what I like my whores," he said, running his hands over her ass, he slid one hand between her stocking clad thighs and onto her panty covered cunt. His hand cupped her pussy lips and his middle finger pressed against her clit. Samantha let out a small groan as she felt his finger nudge her clit. Samantha knew he would feel her damp cunt and know that he would know she was his for the taking.
The workman smiled, "Your cunts wet, you little slut. I bet you've been wanting this since last night, wanting this old man's cock again, eh slut?"
