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The Repairman...by Corinne
I know it's dirty, and probably terribly dangerous, but I really, really want to anonymously fuck a stranger. And not just any stranger, either; I want it to be a huge, tough guy, the typical fuck-em-and-leave-em type, but I want to be the one doing the fucking and leaving. I want to lure him in, chew him up, fuck him to bits, and then disappear...the ever alluring, mysterious Goddess of a stranger. Mmmmm...it gets me wet just THINKING about it!
Despite this ongoing fantasy, the day that my air conditioning broke, all I had in mind was getting the thing working again. It was a hot, sweltering August day, almost too hot to fuck! I was dressed appropriately; my low-cut, sheer halter top was almost completely transparent and clinging to my breasts, moist from the sweaty heat. I had on shorts, but they were barely more than panties- just the barest bare minimum to be as decent as I needed to be to answer the door when the repairman came.
I was given a window of 8-11, and I am not a morning person, so the early hour combined with the terrible heat put me in a pretty awful mood. Of course, I wasn't the only one with a/c trouble, so the tech was late in getting to my house; by the time he arrived, I was stomping mad. I guess I had forgotten what I was wearing, so when I opened the door and watched his eyes trail...slowly...from my head, to my tits, to my hips, and then back up with a big fat grin on his lips, I was initially a bit put off. I stepped aside to let him in, arms crossed, and gestured toward the broken thermostat; he grinned at me again, nodding, and I couldn't help but notice a large protrusion in his work pants. True to form, regardless of my mood, my pussy IMMEDIATELY responded with a quite different, and rather delicious rush of wet heat. It was then I realized that this...right here...was my chance to live out my fantasy.
As he was working, I sat myself down on the nearby couch and watched his furied movements. He was perfect, just the type of big, rugged guy that I so desperately ached to tear down and get rough and dirty with. My mind was going a mile a minute, trying to think of the best way to approach the situation; the more I thought, the harder my clit throbbed. Unfortunately (or was it?), I was in the middle of formulating some nasty plan when the repairman turned and saw me, on the couch, legs crossed; his eyes immediately dropped to my pussy, and his same big grin returned. I didn't have to look down to realize that my shorts were short enough so that in this position, there was almost nothing covering my dripping cunt. There was no more time to think, I had to act.
Almost quivering with desire, I told him to drop to his knees and get himself between my legs, immediately. I was afraid my voice was shaking- domination is not new to me, but it's somehow so much different when overcome with this much of my own personal need- however, he did exactly as he was told, unzipping the fly of his pants in the process so that when I opened my eyes again after a long blink, he was there, before me, with a gorgeously thick, pulsatingly erect cock in his hand.
He inched closer, trying to rub the head of his dick against my slit, and I smacked him away. Grabbing his hair, I pulled his ear close to my mouth and whispered to him that he is the one on his knees on MY floor, and this is going to be MY fuck! He moaned a horny assent, and kneeled back down, stroking himself a respectful few inches away from me. It was all I could do to not bend down and gobble that cock up...or, even better, slide it into my pussy...but for all I knew that he was probably on a tight schedule, I wanted to make this quick fuck last.
I stood up in front of him and smiled as he watched me stripping off the filmy layer of clothing barely concealing my body, his cock bobbing up and down in his hand. It was obvious that he was eager, but I wanted him desperate, so I inched up centimeters away from his face and spread my cunt lips wide open, rubbing my clit against the tip of his nose, letting him get a good, long sniff. He started licking, hungry as a puppy, but again, I smacked him, this time on his face; he looked down at his knees in contrition and I laughed as I grabbed the back of his head and positively fucking his face with my twat, reminding him that he's my fucktoy. His hands immediately went from his dick to my ass, pushing me in closer and harder against his mouth; this boy was an expert cunt-eater, going from clitty-sucking to deep, long tongue-fucking and back again.
I could tell he was as close as me to having a tremendous, powerful orgasm, even without touching his cock, so I wrenched myself away from his mouth and slid back down onto the couch cushions, legs spread as wide as I could get them. By this point, my irritability had transformed into a filthy, porno-fuck kind of mood, so I pulled my ankles up toward my head, giving him a full-on shot of my entire snatch. He stood, transfixed, hands by his side, lips glistening from my juices, not sure what to do; such a good boy, he was waiting for instructions! Now the evil grin was on my face, rather than his; I gestured to him with two of my fingers toward his dick, and then buried my two fingers into my slit. A big, wet drop of pre-cum oozed out of his pisshole as he got the idea of what I wanted...and suddenly, my fingers were replaced by that fat dick of his.
I can't even tell you how long we fucked; it probably wasn't more than a minute, because by the time we started going we couldn't stop until we came, and neither of us needed much more stimulation to get to that point. I can tell you that I filled his ears with the nastiest of words (you know, the sort of things you might hear on a particularly steamy phone sex call ;)) and smacked his ass as he pounded me. And I can definitely tell you that his cum was delicious, as he pulled it out of me right before he shot that thick, white load; it tasted good off of the head of his prick, against my lips, and off of my titties. He was my sexslave, but we both ended up covered in cum.
When he left, it was for the first, last, and only time; my air conditioner never broke again. A few times, I casually contemplated calling up his company again to see if I could get another hot bang out of the guy, but I didn't know his name, and that's how I wanted it. Who knows, maybe I'll break another appliance on purpose, sometime, and see what comes of it...;)
