The Pool Man - Sex Stories

The Pool Man

... gyrating all over my chin as my tongue began to drive deep into her hole. "Oh God yes! Ooh yes... eat me... eat my pussy baby! Oh fuck... Ohhhh!" she moaned as she writhed and twisted wildly on the bed under me. Despite all her thrashing and contortions, however, I kept a tight hold on her and continued feasting on her sopping pussy. My face was coated with her juices as I stood and stepped between her legs. The bed was the perfect height as I placed my cock at the opening to her pussy. I thrust forward and it went right in to the hilt. She'd taken it all and had a lust crazed look on her face. I began fucking her hard and as deep as I could. She was sure not acting the role of a snotty bitch now. Now she was a whore in heat. She was rubbing her huge tits and I encouraged her to continue. Her ass was pumping back at me as hard as I was thrusting my cock into her. My cock was sopping wet, and I could feel a puddle of her juices on the bed when my balls were hitting her ass. I lifted her ass higher and again positioned her heels on my shoulders. She was cumming so hard she was shaking. I acted surprised when my cock slid out. Then I lowered my hips slightly and it was positioned at her asshole. That asshole was sopping wet. I thrust forward into her asshole and she screamed lightly then relaxed. Something new for her, and apparently she liked it. I fucked her for another twenty minutes or so and then tightened my grip on her ass. She knew I was going to cum and squealed for my ...

... load. I dumped a big, thick load deep in her asshole - she later admitted that was a first. I pulled my cock out, and with her ankles were still on my shoulders, I took my cock and slapped her clit and pussy lips a few times. Her squeal was evidence she enjoyed it all. I took her bikini bottoms and wiped my cock off in the inner crotch lining. "Here's something to remember me by. Now whenever you wear them, you'll remember how hard I made you cum tonight!" I said, smiling. I gave her a kiss and a slap on the ass as I turned to leave. "I hope I will see you again, pool man!" she said. "Call Tamara" was my response. I knew she would. When I left Mrs. Franklin, I wondered if I would hear from her. I'd told her to call Tamara should her pipes need further cleaning. I knew there was a chance that she would have a case of guilty conscience once the glow of the fuck wore off. And I might not hear from her again. But I had given her a good hard fuck - one that she had obviously been missing - so my chances were pretty good I would have a repeat customer. Sure enough three days later, Tamara took me aside in the restaurant. She told me that Mrs. Franklin had called her and wanted me to call her back to schedule another cleaning. I returned the call and learned Emily (I had finally gotten her to tell me her first name!) needed a pipe cleaning ASAP. I told her I would be available in a couple days - I wanted to make her wait awhile first. She needed to learn everyone did not jump when ...