Trish’s Welcuming of the Computer Repairman
Introduction:
Trish is dressed to tease andthe slut has a plan to fuck the repairman when he arrives!
When he knocked on the door, she was ready for him. She had given birth just
over a month before, and was ready for some hot fucking. Her big milk filled tits
were needing a good sucking and she knew the computer repair stud couldn’t
resist her hot to fuck, slut charms. She had carefully piled her long bleached
blonde hair up on top of her head so that her long, graceful and very inviting
neck showed. The slut had put on a tiny black string bikini that was way too small by
any standard and designed to sexually arouse… to make men want to fuck her.
The bra cups were so tiny that when she wriggled her shoulders her big 40DD breasts
threatened to break free, and the cups were so sheer that she might as well not have been
wearing anything the way they let her large, swollen stiff nipples push out. As the
strained bikini top did it’s best to cover her huge nippled DD melons, a teasing
bit of her large pink areolas peeked out above the over-matched tops low cut edge.
Two small wet spots began to form at the pink tips of her extremely erect nipples,
as her made for sex jugs started to leak in anticipation of some big cock.
The bikini bottom was even more outrageous. It was so tiny it didn’t even
completely cover her horny cunt. Her neatly trimmed ash blond pussy hair curled up
around the edges of the satin triangle. When she sat down and crossed
her legs the crotch strap doubled over on itself, allowing even
more delicious skin to show, hot pink skin and a glimpse of the bitch’s dripping
snatch. Even her perfume couldn’t hide the musky smell of her cock craving
fuck hole as her pussy juice started to flow making her long, stiff protruding clit
wet with the nasty slut’s thin, watery and very sticky pre-cum. She was the perfect fuck
toy, the nasty slut’s tight ass and big titties were made for fucking and sucking,
and for pleasuring and amusing any horny studs with big dicks she may run into.
She opened the door to him and smiled sexily, shamelessly showing off her
barely contained womanly assessts to the stranger she knew she would soon
be fucking. The only thing better would be two or more big cocks, she thought
as the repair stud gawked at the wanton slut displaying her hot body to him
without a trace of embarrassment.
“Hello, my name is….” he began, stopping short after seeing what
she was, or wasn’t wearing and how hot for cock she looked. His eyes flitted from the
tips of her big nippled titties to her damp inviting crotch and back
again before he was able to continue. “Uh, yes, I’m Rodger Smith. I was told you
needed a computer repaired.” “Please come in,” Trish purred, invitingly. “Thanks,”
he managed, as he felt his cock start to throb.
As he brushed by her, Trish noticed a decidedly rosy look to his
earlobes and cheeks. She was getting to him already! Determined
to capitalize on her gains, she closed the door, asked him to sit
down, and then, instead of sitting down herself, the nasty prick-tease turned her
back to him giving him a view of her firm sexy ass. The seat of her thong bikini
didn’t cover any of her tight, perfectly formed ass. The crotch strap cut
into her crack, exposing both domes, and the black triangle only began to
flare out at the point where her nether cheeks began. Her ass was made for
fucking, and giving pleasure to big studs with large cocks. Her asshole was
tight, and the anal tube was hot and smooth with an ability to squeeze a cock
and milk a stud of cum at will. Any man lucky enough to hook up with Trish for
some nasty ass fucking, remembered it for life as some of the best ass hole ever!
When she was sure he’d had enough, she turned around quickly and
caught him in the act. He was gawking at her tight exposed ass, his cheeks
flushed, his eyes wide open and locked on her shapely buns.
“Uh, about the computer, umm,” he said, straightening up in the chair,
tugging at his suddenly too tight collar. “Just what are
you having problems with? Miss…..” He glanced at his notes.
“…Miss Steele?” “Call me Trish” she said, taking a seat across from him.
“What troubles you, Trish?” he said, fighting to keep his eyes on her face where
they belonged. “It’s all so confusing,” she said, shaking her head of blonde hair,
and very deliberately crossing her long, perfectly shaved legs.
Rodger could not help but look down and as he did he was lost.
He could not look away. Her sweet fuck fork mesmerized him. He blatantly
stared at the thin black crotch band, at the soft pussy fur that peeked
around it, at the distinctly bright pink and glistening wet girl flesh
that it failed to conceal.
“Mr. Smith?” she asked with a smile. “Uh-huh,” he said without looking up.
“Mr. Smith, I think you are staring at my pussy,” she accused him, uncrossing
and crossing her long smooth legs again, making the narrow black band
actually cut into the damp slit between her labia as she shamelessly showed
off her pussy and fuck hole to the man, framed by a neatly trimmed sparse of muff.
“Uh-huh,” he said, his mouth open. “And you’re getting all hard, too!” she chirped, pointing
excitedly at the huge bulge in the front of his denim jeans. “Oh-yeah”…
The sight of all that fresh pussy had the same effect on him as a
full lobotomy. It was all he could do to maintain his simple basic
nervous system functions, to breathe, to blink. He could not stop
his mouth from drooling, nor could he swallow it, so he let it
run from the side of his mouth and down his chin.
Trish rose from her chair and sexily walked over to him. His eyes
remained locked on her hot snatch. She put her hand on his head and
pulled her new lover forward, making his nose and mouth come within two
inches of her sexually turned on, fuck hole.
“O… Fuck yeah!” he groaned, his eyes snapping shut as the musky smell
of her sex surged up his nose. The keen scent of pussy acted as
smelling salts on him, bringing him out of his surprised stupor.
He licked his lips and raised his arms, placing his hands on her
bare, perfectly formed ass cheeks.
“Not so fast!” Trish said, pushing him back in the chair. Then
she giggled. “Oh! It’s even bigger now!” The Milf cried in delight.
Rodger looked down at his own crotch. The whole area of his fly
was all pushed out of shape. It was as if he had a tent pole in
his pants, an active tent pole that jerked up and down, up and
down impatiently.
“How big is it, really?” Trish asked. “This big?” She held her
thumb and forefinger three inches apart and waved them under his
nose. Rodgers’ face turned beet red. “It’s big enough!” he told her.
“I want to see it.” “Oh, yeah? You want to see my prick?”
“If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.” she teased.
“What’s with you? Are you horny for cock or something?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.” Trish cooed. “Horny for your big cock.” She climbed
right up into his lap, throwing her legs over the arms of the
chair, lowering her hot pussy right down on the rough denim
swathed head of his cock.
“Oh, Baby!!!” he cried as the heat of her cunt penetrated the
layers of clothing and engulfed his extremely erect knob.
Trish bumped her leaking pussy into his erection insistently. “Ooooooh,
don’t you like to fuck pussy?” she cooed. “Oh yeah sweetheart, I like to fuck pussy!”
“Don’t you want to fuck mine?” “Shove that big cock in my pussy?”
“Fuck yeah honey, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of your hot little cunt hole!!!”
Trish reached under her ass and groped his balls, dragging her
crotch over the shrouded bulb of his fat cock.
“Oh fuck baby, you really need some cock!!!” he groaned, his ass
flipping up from the seat as the fingers fondling his balls triggered his hump
center. Then he was all over her: trying to peel the bikini bottom off her
ass, trying to draw some fresh milk from her nipples through the bra
cups! “Easy! not so fast!” she said, hopping off him and out of reach.
He half rose out of the chair to come after her. “SIT!!!” she commanded.
He sat, his dick doing frantic push-ups against his thigh.
“You want me to enjoy this, don’t you?” she said suggestively.
“I mean you’re not one of those male chauvinistic pigs who think
a girl is always ready for to screw you, are you?”
Smith denied the accusation adamantly, while his cock nodded assent.
“A girl has to be in the mood to fuck, you know,” Trish told him. “I’ve
got a right to be turned on too….” the horny prick teaser playfully scolded.
“Hey, whatever you want….” he began.
“Great!” she said. “Now you just sit there and enjoy yourself
and let me do all the work.”
The sexy blonde slut dropped to her knees in front of him and proceeded to
liberate his stiff cock from his pants. Trish had never seen one
so perfectly shaped. Her original estimate of its length was a
little short. His cock was a good eleven inches long, and
very thick, with a large bulbous head and a gaping piss slit that was
starting to leak his pre-cum as he anticipated fucking the blonde bimbo slut.
“Oh honey!” she moaned, wrapping her hand around the hard shaft
and pumping it up and down. The head of his cock was distorted
by the power of her stroke. Going all flat and streamlined on
the down stroke, and turning thick and bulbous on the upstroke.
Up and down. Up and down. His dickslit gaped at the horny blonde slut,
leaking clear strands of pre-come all over itself, strands that
oozed over the mushroom cap and settled on her fingers.
“Ooooh, Trish, you really love cock, don’t you, you hot little fuckn’ bitch!”
Her newfound lover groaned, clutching the arms of the chair as
the horny blonde girl whipped his throbbing fuck stick into a lather.
“Nummmmm, nummmmm,” she cooed, lowering her head while she
continued to jack off his prick. She pressed her lips to the
slick cock head, tasting the juices and sighing deeply, as if she had
just sampled an exotic perfume. One taste was not enough. Trish
sucked the juice from his bulb noisily, licking at his slot, at
the folds of his nerve bundle, which glowed red with excitement
just below the ever-oozing vent.
“Suck it! Oh! Suck it you hot fuck cum slut!” he beseeched her, watching her full lips
slide smoothly over the tip of his cock, her moist red lips engulfing the studs
big hard dick. Trish wanted very much to get it all into her throat, but she
wanted to excite him quickly and as much as possible, so she
concentrated on the head of his prick, inserting the tip of her
tongue into his slot and munching on the tender spot of his nerve
center. He loved the way this hot bleach blonde slut cocksucker was
using her dick loving tongue to french kiss his cocks piss slit.
She wallowed in his cock, rubbing the big hot knob, the sticky spunk,
his excited trill bundle all over her face and neck, inundating
herself with his raw male musk, with his seething smegma. She
handled and fondled and licked and sucked until the entire prick
took on a bright red color, especially around the pudcap rim
which was so agitated from all the friction that it had turned
crimson.
Smith writhed and squirmed under her attentions, raking furrows
in the chair’s arms with his nails, begging her to finish the
job, to send him over the brink and make him cum all over her face.
Trish knew that wanting was even better than getting and that the
more he wanted the more she would get. She dropped his cock like
a hot potato and sat back on her haunches, admiring her
handiwork.
“Oh, fuck!” he wailed, rolling his eyes up in his head, his
cheeks flushing, his hand dropping to encircle his cock, to
finish the job for himself and shoot a load down her cock sucking
throat. Instead of slapping his hand away, instead of being furious at
his attempt to “get along without her,” she was delighted.
“Ooooooh, yes!” she cooed, leaning forward, opening her mouth,
licking his nerve bundle as he masturbated.
Even Rodger could not hold out against such a devastating
assault: to jack off into the open mouth of a lovely…and
willing…and extremely horny sluttress. His fist closed down tight about
the base of his cock, causing the entire shaft to turn a strangulated purple,
causing the already full bulb to swell even more.
“Uhhhhh!” Trish whinnied, sensing his impending orgasm, licking
the head of his dick like a Popsicle.
With a grunt, he let fly. His cock flexed, jerking up off of
Trish’s tongue, up over the tip of her nose, and then the gusher
broke loose. His cum, thick hot and sticky, belched from his
cock slit in long strands, spattering over her forehead, landing in
gooey drops along her hairline.
“Ohh.. Fuck, yeah!” she said, wheezing with excitement, as the thick
sperm rolled down over her eyebrows, her eyelids, and her cheeks. She
caught the convulsing cock by the shaft and dragged its spurting
head down to her wide-open mouth.
The second volley was even more copious than the first and it
contained even less discernible fluid… this stuff was thick and
creamy. Like a hot glue his cum load plopped down on Trish’s eager
tongue, shooting up to her tonsils, clinging to her wet lips in
strands.
Trish whimpered as the tart flavor woke her taste buds, as the
heady smell raged through her sinuses. She closed her lips to
swallow. A third charge broke over her upturned face in a white wave.
His load of hot spunk spattered her nose, her lips, and her chin.
“Uhhhhhhh!” she gasped, opening her mouth again, thrusting it
down on the spurting vent, sipping the gummy brew up from the
depths of his balls as if his dick were a soda straw.
His mind, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm, Rodger pulled the
tip of his cock from her lips and proceeded to rub the still-
spewing knob all over her smiling face.
Trish reveled in the heat of the moment as he literally painted
her with his cum, using the velvety tip of his cock like a
palette knife to paint the sweet canvas of her face. When he was
done, when his hot sperm covered her from forehead to chin, from
ear to ear, he drew back, moaning from the aftershock of the
thrilling deed, and Trisha passionately touched her own gooey
features, rubbing the sticky substance, pushing it down onto her
waggling tongue. “Fuck I love cock,” she moaned, “You taste so good.”
The sight of her licking his sperm from her fingers was more
erotic than any Rodger had ever experienced. His fist pumped
down over his cock with renewed vigor and his cock responded by,
once again, growing rigid and ready to fuck.
Trish gawked at the lewdly arching member so very red from the
friction, but made no move towards it.
“Are you turned on now?” Rodger asked huskily, his fist pumping,
By way of an answer, Trish rose and stood with her knees apart.
“Oh, Fuck Yeah!” he grunted as if he had been struck.
Her pussy was sopping wet. The tiny crotch strap was completely
saturated, gleaming with dew. Her swollen labia had smooched out
around it as if to swallow it up. They, too, glistened; the
fringe of fine hair that covered them no longer pale blond, but
brown and damp, brown and plastered to the pouting lips. Trish
could smell the fumes it gave off: incredibly musky and sweet.
Rodger, his nostrils dilated, got up from the chair and put his
hands on Trish’s slim shoulders. His cock stood between them,
thumping against his tie tack. “Oooh,” Trish said as he pushed down, forcing
her to the rug. She didn’t put up a struggle, but lay down on her back and opened
her thighs. “Grrrrrr!” he said, dropping to all fours and shoving his face
between her legs. “EEEEEEEK!” Trish wailed, feeling his hot breath on her buns, his
teeth rasping over her tender and very aroused pussy lips.
The fuck-crazed Rodger snatched up the sopping crotch band in his
teeth and, growling like a Pit Bull with a T-bone, began to shake
and jerk his head about, streaching the band as if it were made
of rubber, trying to drag the bikini off her hot shapely ass.
Trish could not believe the thrill she got watching him go at her
thong like that. How he chomped and gnawed at them! When he
shook his head, he made the top of the strap rub over her
inflamed clit, sending the delightful ripples of fuck joy rushing
up her belly. The more he tugged, the more the strap stretched,
until, by the time his appetite for it was sated, it hung halfway
down her thigh, covering absolutely nothing of her pussy.
“Nummmm. nummmmm,” Rodger gurgled. It was his turn for some oral
fun. He lapped at her sloppy slit, shoving the tip of his
tongue in between her labia. Trish went right through the roof.
“YEEEEEE!!!” she squealed as the drooling, wriggling tongue put
her mind in orbit. She forced her knees so far apart that the
outside of them actually touched the floor, giving him complete
access to her juicy gash.
Rodger quickly accepted the invitation, mashing his whole mouth
down on her sex, sucking hair, clit, labia, and orifice right up into his mouth.
OOOOOH, Lick my pussy!!! Trish grunted, her back arching up from the rug, her
hands clutching her breasts, scooping them out of the flimsy cups
and clawing at the swollen stiff nipples with her nails.
Rodger released her pussy, showering the wrinkly vortex with
hungry kisses, wallowing in the keen stench of her nectar.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled into the quivering orifice,
falling on it with his tongue and penetrating it with little
effort.
Trish slipped over the edge. The squirming tongue did it. As it
flapped over the walls of her box, the earth gave way under her
feet and she tumbled backwards, head over heels into the abyss.
Her smooth bottom leapt from the rug to bump into his chin. Up
and down, it bobbed, making his tongue flick in and out of her
pussy. “Uhhhhnnngh,” Rodger groaned, raising his face from her flipping
crotch. Trish opened her eyes and looked at him, at the shining dew all
over his mouth and chin, at the terrible need in his eyes. She
shifted her hot pussy in front of him, offering it to him to fuck.
“You’ve got a tight box,” he croaked. “I’ll loosen it up with
this.” He pointed at his hard and ready cock for emphasis.
Trish shook her head, grinding her hips sensuously, reaching down
and holding her labia wide open, showing him the hot pink depths of her cunt,
begging for penetration. “I want to finger you first,” he told her, quickly
inserting one of his fingers into her channel. Something was better than nothing
in Trish’s book, so she began to buck, forcing the finger to dip in and out of
her snatch. “Ooh!” she cooed. “Ooooooh!
Rodger seeing how she enjoyed it stuffed a second finger in
alongside the first. It was a much tighter fit.
“Uhhh, Fuck Yeah!” Trish said as the doubly thick probe spitted her cunt.
She was right back to work, humping ecstatically, making her
pussy dive down over his fingers, spreading her juice over the
back of his hand.
“One more,” she moaned, as he inserted a third digit up the sluts dripping cunt.
“Fuck!” Trish cried, feeling herself being stretched as she hadn’t
been in years, feeling the wrinkles of her pussy, the ridges and
valleys flatten. It stung a little, but it felt good. She could
only move her pussy up and down the tripled probe with
difficulty. Her sloppy and loose cunt actually squeaked, so
tight was the fit. “Fucking fist fuck my slut cunt you mother fucker” Trish
hissed, grabbing her stud’s wrist and forcing his hand into her gapping sex
hole. “Fuck yeah, you nasty bitch, take em all” Rodger growled as he slowly
fist fucked Trish’s hot fuck hole. “Ahhhhhhh…” Trish moaned as Rodger sawed his wrist
in and out of her cunt, “I love it like that,” “Oh, yeah mother fucker, give it to me.”
she groaned like a bitch in heat. Rodger pulled her bra down so that Trish’s big
titties bulged out, the still clasped bra making her huge tits stand out with
her erect nipples sticking slightly up. A few thin drops of fresh milk started
to leak from her nipples and were quickly licked up by her new lover.
When Rodger was through exploring her cunt and playing with her fat jugs, he took
his fist from her pussy. Panting from his excitement, he climbed on top of her,
and without bothering to remove her bikini bottom, he fitted the head of his cock to her
opening. “Oh, baby!” Rodger wheezed, as he slipped into her fuck hole, as he
rubbed his super-lubed pudcap over the seething, and equally
well-lubed flaps of her pussy. “Go ahead fuck me, Fuck my pussy hole!” she pleaded.
As soon as he felt the tip of his cock slip into the pocket at
the nadir of her snatch, he flipped his hips and sent his cock on
the journey up her cunt. “OOOOOOOH, Fuck my slut pussy!!!” Trish howled, as his oiled piston
surged up her cum lubed sex pipe. It felt wonderful to have her pussy stuffed.
Rodger mumbled something about what a great fuck she was and
pushed forward. His cock slid further up her tight pussy,
slipping deeper and deeper into her delicious depths.
Rodger caught her tightly about the waist and held her hips
still, dragging his cock back an inch, making the bulb bump over
her cuntal ridges. Then he lunged forward and drove his hard
shaft fully up and into her waiting vagina. His cock was now
deeply buried in her. She could feel the wrinkles being ironed
out by the thick head, the walls of her cunt yielding to his
wonderfully hard and thick pussy pleasing cock.
Rodger drew back, rolling his hips, making his cock twist inside
her, opening her up even further. Then he snapped his hips
forward. “Oh!” Trish shrieked as his tool slipped all the way in, as
the bristling root butted up against her stretched labia. She had
never been filled like this! Filled beyond her wildest dreams.
His hips jerked, withdrawing his loving cock, then stuffing it
all back in until the reddened labia smooched at his root.
Trish shuddered as he fucked her, as his pubis bumped her clit.
A faint flicker of orgasm was building in her pussy.
“Uhhhhgnnnh!” Rodger grunted, dragging his cock back and
thrusting, falling into a broken, very slow rhythm. In and out.
In and out. In slow motion, like dinosaurs fucking. Every lunge
forward a millennia, every back thrust an eon.
Trish began to feel the steam heat in her cheeks, the fever
behind her eyes. He was doing it. He was making her like it.
Every time his mound bumped hers, a spark would blossom in her
loins, a spark that would flicker and then fade. But his
interminable thrusts fanned that spark. Hard penis dragging over
tender tube, making the glow of pleasure last just a little bit
longer every time. Puffing and panting, he worked faster, driving his
meat into her at an almost normal tempo, fighting against the powerful
urge to squirt brought on by the exquisite tightness of her pussy.
The glow between Trish’s legs became a flame. “Yes! Yes!!!” she
whined, lifting her thighs up from the floor, throwing her knees
up over his shoulders, giving him complete access to her cunt.
Rodger bore down on her, pumping his butt like a fiend, making
her pussy fart and sputter about his pumping rod.
“YESSSSS!!! Fuck Yeah!!!” she wailed. The flame ignited the fuse, and as
she flipped her hips, fucking him thrust for juicy thrust, her whole
body burst into orgasm. She fought to keep from slipping under,
to keep from fainting as the wall of sheer joy came down on her.
“I’m gonna cum!” Rodger exclaimed as her pussy milked his cock hard, as
his will power dissolved, as his cock flexed ominously.
“Take it out!” she cried, grabbing him by the ears.
Rodger looked on helpless. “CUM ON ME, YOU FUCKER!!!” she pleaded.
He pulled his orgasming dick from her pussy and flopped it down on
her sweaty tummy. “Oh, yeah! FUCK YEAH!!!” she squealed as the white goo spat
forth, spritzing her stubby erect nipples, bathing her heaving tits in milky
white sperm.
“That was great!” Rodger said rising to his feet, “So now how about
the computer. Trish smiled at the stud, her face and tits covered with cum,
“The computers fine! You fixed my problem, Hon!!!” The two lovers began
laughing as Trish’s thoughts went to making plans for round two with a
couple more ‘repairmen’ to service the insatiable nymph’s pussy.
