The Handyman Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Handyman Part 2

... and my words were sending Phil into a mind-fucking frenzy as he went ape-shit on me, fucking me so hard that he had my head once again bumping the headboard and my ass bouncing off the wet sheets, even more so than the first time we fucked on my bed. My orgasms were stacking up one after another. Losing my mind over it I lost count after six. That’s when Phil had me get on all fours and fucked me like a dog from behind. When Phil was at his edge of losing control I told him keep it inside of me this time and fill my pussy with his seed. And he did just that, sending his hot surges deep inside my cervix. Mmm, there is nothing that I love more than hearing a man grunting and groaning as he is pumping me full of cum! “Wow…that was fucking awesome!” Phil praised, falling back onto the bed, catching his breath. “Mmm, I’ve never had a man fuck me like this before,” I cooed between heavy breaths as I laid on my side and softly ran my hand over his chest. “You are the best.” “Better than your husband?” he asked as he turned his eyes toward me. “Way better…even on his best days.” I felt sort of guilty putting my husband down in that way, but it was true. And with all that I was doing I should have been feeling as guilty as hell. Everything about this was wrong and I was definitely labeling myself as a slut for what I was doing, but nobody had ever told me that living my secret life as a slut could be so thrilling and feel so good. Phil smiled proudly over my admittance of him being ...

... the best I ever had, and teased my right nipple with his lips, giving it a few loving nips. He then moved from my breast to my lips and kissed me deeply, and I felt his cock stirring against my thigh, amazing me with his ongoing resilience. I knew he wanted to fuck me again, but I didn’t want him to disturb that warm sensuous feeling of his cum that was now leaking from my pussy and staining my inner thighs. So I said, “Lay back honey, and let me finish what I started in the shower.” Phil knew where I was going with that and he smiled as I slithered slowly down his manly body, planting strategic kisses here and there until my lips met his magnificent cock. By the time I got to it he was hard and begging to be sucked. I wrapped my lips around his bulbous head, tasting myself and his cum that caked his cock as I sent my lips further down his long veiny shaft. He tangled his fingers in my hair and urged me to further prove my hot-felt desires for him…as if I really needed any encouragement. When it comes to oral sex, I love giving men the pleasure they long for. And as for me, I love the way cock feels and tastes so raw and sweet inside my mouth. Most of all, I love the pleasurable reward that a man gives at the end of a job well done. And with those thoughts in mind, I gave Phil the best of my talents that ranged from sucking his cock to licking his balls. It wasn’t long before Phil was moaning and thrusting for my mouth, telling me that he was about to come. I held him inside my ...