The Handyman Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Handyman Part 2

... he picked up my shower scrubby and started with my back, running it smoothly up and down the slender contour leading from my shoulders to my ass. I bit my lower lip to keep from sighing because it felt so good. Then he turned me around to wash my front side as well. I stood silently looking up at his eyes as he moved the scrubby over my heated flesh, and it took just a matter of minutes before the scrubby was long gone in favor of his hands. He touched me everywhere from my tits to my pussy, his long fingers surprisingly adept. The arousal went both ways and his big beautiful cock turned as hard as my pussy was hot. I did all the kissing and caressing I could stand before I was on my knees, inviting his delicious piece of manhood into my mouth. “Oh shit! I knew you had a hot pussy, Renee, but you also have one incredible mouth,” Phil said to me as he watched me taking his shower dripping cock in and out of my hungry mouth. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since that day I watched you in this shower,” I confessed as I rubbed his cock along my cheeks and brought it back to my mouth. “Mmm, suck it baby…suck it like you mean it,” he groaned as he grabbed my head and started pushing for me to take more. He had a good eight inches of hot-throbbing cock and I worked on it until I had it swallowed half way down my throat. He knew that if he let me continue on him the way I was he was going to be popping his nuts prematurely, not that I would have minded. But not wanting that to ...

... happen he used his strong muscular arms to pull me up from my knees, making the perfect moment for me to climb his torso, wrap my legs around his hips and impale myself on his steely manhood. He turned me and pressed my back against the shower wall, then began nailing me against it like a wall fixture. I lost track of time and everything else while he pounded me mercilessly in the shower. I would have taken it all day like that, but the shower was turning cold as the hot water ran low. Phil didn’t miss a beat. I clenched to him like a little monkey, his cock never leaving the tight clutch of my pussy as he carried me from the shower to the bed. Dripping wet, we fell on it together, and like he did a few days before, he was determined to do me until I either surrendered or fainted. And once again, I was determined to show him the hot tigress that I was and that I could take anything he could dish out…and beg for more. Our wet bodies slithered against one another on the sheets in a missionary embrace. While rubbing my tits hotly against his chest, I clawed at his back with my nails and curled my legs around him as his cock moved with a sure and direct manner in and out of my hot horny pussy. I just couldn't get enough and I urged him between moans with wanton words of desire. “Fuck me, baby. Mmm, yes… Fuck me like you always wanted to fuck a woman. Mmm—oh—oh—yesss! Oh baby, give me all you got! Fuck me! Oh yesss—oh yesss!” No man can resist a woman begging for it the way I was, ...