My naked handyman paid me another visit and he gave me a hot squirting pussy. How lucky am I to have found him. I owe my friend a debt of gratitude for telling me I should call him. Although it had been a few weeks since our last encounter, I was still reeling it in. But I wanted more. And I needed more. I think once you meet a man who rocks your socks off, you become addicted quickly.
When he arrived last week, I greeted him in a pink negligee. We kissed passionately. And when we stopped kissing, he whispered in my ear, “Who does your cunt belong to?” And I replied, “You, James. It belongs to you now.” He ordered me to strip naked. And I did as I was told. In his handyman’s bag, he pulled out a silk black rope, and he tied my hands behind my back.
He asked me if I was his wet slut and I screamed yes. His hands caressed my bound body as I laid helpless on my bed. My cunt and ass exposed for him. But that’s just what he wanted. He focused on my pleasure, which rarely happens with men. I appeared spread and ready for him. When he inspected my pussy with his fingers and tongue, I could feel the orgasm building quickly. This was edge play phone sex at its best.
My Naked Handyman Makes Me Feel Things I Never Felt Before
After inspecting my cunt, he went back to his tool bag, and pulled out this furry muff thing. As it turned out, it vibrated slowly. He rubbed it all lover my body, but when it landed on my cunt, my breathing sped up, and my heart raced. I could feel my cunt dripping. And no doubt he could smell my arousal. Soon, he replaced the muff with his tongue, sending me into ecstasy.
As he kissed my garden, I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I wanted to touch him and suck his beautiful member, but he still had me tied up. James owns this pussy. And I want him to own my cunt. I felt like Little Red Riding Hood, and he was the Big Bad Wolf. He huffed and he puffed, and eventually I could not hold out any longer. He had built up my orgasm with edging, but my wet bald pussy became wetter until it exploded on my naked handyman’s face.
As I laid there out of breath, reeling from a very intense cum, I heard Air Supply singing. I started to sing along to “Even the Nights are Better.” But in between choruses, I begged him to untie me, so I could suck his throbbing rod. But he would not untie me. He helped me off the bed and put me on my knees to worship his cock. As I hummed the lyrics to Air Supply with his cock in my mouth, I knew he could feel the vibrations on his dick.
The Naked Handyman Made Me Cum So Hard, I Flooded His Face
I sucked him so deeply, I made him cum. His man seed filled my belly. And that made me smile. But he still would not untie me. He carried me to my kitchen island and tied me up even more. He called it the frog tie. Somehow, he got my ankles bound to my thighs leaving my muff exposed once again. More rope bound my knees to the back of my thighs.
His recovery speed seemed to be at a lightening’s pace. When I heard a buzzing sound, I knew I was in trouble. A huge vibrator on my magic button made me convulse in ecstasy. I came again. Squirted all over his body. By this time, my naked handman had become erect again. I begged him to fuck his wet slut. And he did. His cock felt amazing inside his cunt. His stamina impressed me. Now I know why my friend referred me to him. He knows what a woman needs and wants.
When he shot his massive load inside his cunt, I collapsed. He untied me and we went to my bedroom again to recuperate. I fell into his arms, and I told my naked handyman I was falling in love with him. And I think the feeling might be mutual.
