Trish’s Welcuming of the Computer Repairman

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.

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