The 10th Miss Jones tale.
Wow I was really impressed at how much of a difference it had made painting all the guttering. The whole house looked cleaner. I was glad Pete had finally sorted a guy to do it. It had also been fun watching the guy. Especially when he took his top off. Cargo pants and flat cap wasn’t a look I expected to like but with those tattoos and body and that moody, short bearded look, I had been wet all day whilst sunbathing in the garden. I had tried flirting but he hadn’t shown much interest really. He had raised an eyebrow now and again and seemed amused but that’s it.
Pete , my current boyfriend, had gone to work and left him to it. Apparently Pete knew Sean from school. Sean had come from a rough family, a few brothers, all hands-on tradesmen of some type. Sean managed their odd job firm and had done our job personally. He and Pete were close in school apparently.
Pete and I had chatted about our swinging as we had been swinging together as a couple for years since he moved in with me and we had talked about maybe on one occasion me fucking others without him being there. We had talked about my CNC fantasies too and how much I loved rough sex. Pete wanted time to think how he felt about it and how it would impact on our relationship but seemed excited by the idea of letting someone else have me for a 1-1. He had even talked about arranging a gangbang for me for when I went out one night.
Then he phoned me one evening ‘hi babe. What’s up?’ I asked. ‘I’m in the pub, I’ve been having a drink with Sean, we have had a nice chat about you and your fantasies’ Pete said. I was shocked, but also a little excited. ‘What the hell, why are you telling him, I don’t even know him ?’ ‘Calm down babe, I told you he’s a mate and I can trust him. He’s always been there for me’. ‘He won’t talk out of school and I know you like him’. I laughed, well yes I do like him but he didn’t seem too impressed with me and he’s probably less so now after you telling him what I’m like’. ‘Ha ha. Oh believe me he’s more interested now. You need to make sure you are showered and dressed nice within the next hour as you’ll be getting a visitor some time after that. We’ve come up with a great way to pay off the handyman jobs and tick a few of your boxes’. Pete laughed. ‘I won’t say have a good night because I know you will with what we have planned, I will see you later ’. With that he put the phone down. I was shocked, but also excited as hell. I hoped it was Sean himself who was coming around. I went and showered quickly and put on a little thong and bra with my flimsy robe and some slippers. I went and sat in the lounge and waited, I didn’t know how long I’d have to wait but I could feel how wet I was already. During the wait I became a little nervous and annoyed. Hell I was being pimped out to pay for house maintenance by my own boyfriend who I lived with. He said he’d sort the payments when he booked it.
I had a few drinks to relax and loosen up. I must have dosed off because I was roused by a banging on the front door. I felt like I’d been asleep a while. I went to the door and couldn’t see anyone. I checked the street but couldn’t see anyone. I went in and closed the door behind me. As I turned I screamed to see Sean in the hallway looking at me. Still wearing his flat cap but with a white shirt and black jeans on. He looked great but still moody. ‘How did you get in’ I asked.
‘Pete gave me a key. He said I can come and take my money, ‘he said. I was a bit confused. ‘I don’t have your money,’ I replied. ‘Yes, he said I could take it out of your ass. You are now my whore for the night’ he said. As he was talking he was walking towards me undoing his trousers. Sliding his belt off. As he approached me he put his hand on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.
‘Open whore’ he said. I opened my mouth and gazed up at him as he released a semi hard thick cock right in front of my face. ‘Get it hard’ he said. Wow he doesn’t mince his words, I thought. But it excites me the way he was treating me. As I opened my mouth and began to gently lick the end of his cock. Cupping his balls in my hand as I began to run my tongue up and down his length. He leaned and locked the front door and then leaned back against the wall just expecting me to service his cock. I didn’t know whether to be angry or amused but it was exciting so see this virtual stranger expecting me to suck him with no questions asked. I got a sense this wasn’t unusual for Sean. As I began to suck his cock and take his length into my mouth I forgot about my anger and enjoyed the feeling as his cock lengthened and hardened filling my mouth more and more. I continued to lick and suck his gorgeous cock. Exploring every vein and bump with my tongue and pushing it further and further back until the tip of my tongue could lick at his balls as he began to lazily fuck my mouth.
He slowly increased his pace as he took my head in his hands. He began to thrust harder and deeper and I could hear him telling me what a filthy whore I was and how he was going to fill my throat with his seed. I tried to pull back abit but he was in the moment. He held my head firmly in his grip and pulled my head deeply into his groin as he continued to thrust and fuck my mouth I heard him grunt as I felt the thick stream of his cum hit the back of my throat. ‘Take my load whore, swallow my seed deep into your belly bitch ‘ I heard him say as he filled me, making me gag on the volume of cum he pumped into me. As his thrusts eased and slowed I felt his grip release me. I slumped back as he pulled out and told me to show him that I had swallowed every drop. I opened my mouth as I knelt before him. I held his eyes as he saw I had swallowed everything. ‘Good whore’ he said and as he spoke he dropped his belt, now formed into a loop, around my neck. ‘Get up’ he said.
‘Hey you’ve had your fun’ I replied. ‘Fuck off you daft tart, how much do you think you owe? , that would just cover the tip, you have plenty of jobs to pay for and a load more that need doing. Your holes are mine and you are now my personal tart to use as and when and how I want! Now get upstairs I want to use you some more. ‘
I must admit to feeling a thrill as I turned and headed for the stairs as I felt the belt around my throat…… |
oh to be on that firms payroll 
