1. Sara Paylan R.N. : The Handy Men


    Date: 3/12/2016, Categories: Diary, Anal, Blowjob, Oral Sex, Rape, Author: Sara Paylan, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    Wahay!" A course Geordie voice shouted as I heard someone wolf-whistle me, "Careful you don't show us your stocking tops; sweetheart!" I had arrived home half an hour earlier after finishing a night shift at the care home and as I was hanging some washing on the spinner in the garden my nurses' uniform had risen to mid thigh. I turned to scowl at the builders who were working on the new conservatory. All three had stopped work and were grinning at me. I pursed my lips and raised my eyebrows to show my disapproval but didn't say a word. Turning away I had to hide my smile as I lifted the empty wash basket and began walking back to the house. "Come on sweetheart; we know that all of you nurses wear stockings." The loud voice shouted again, "Give us a flash!" I knew that they were still staring at me so I put on an exaggerated wiggle which received another wolf-whistle. Once inside the kitchen my hands were shaking as I made a cup of coffee and discretely looked through the blinds at the workmen. Two of them looked as old as my Dad and the other was a bit older than me but cute in a rugged punky kind of way. The guy who had shouted at me was six feet tall with a roughly shaved head and six days of stubble on his jaw plus he had two gold hoop earrings in his right ear and his arms and shoulders were covered in black Celtic tattoos. He was wearing cut-off combat pants and a scruffy England football shirt. The other older guy was even taller and had fading ginger hair and a well ...
    manicured beard. He too was covered in tattoos but his were a lot older and were now faded. This man was wearing a black vest and small football shorts that only emphasised his bulk and muscular thighs. He looked mean and moody and the type of man you wouldn't want to cross. The cute one had red and black spiky hair and wore black sunglasses and seemed to constantly chew gum. He was wearing a black work shirt with the sleeves cut off and something scrawled across the back (Damned?). I think he was the one who had wolf-whistled me. I was still chuckling at the thought of the wolf whistles and the cheeky man asking if I was wearing stockings when there was a knock on the kitchen door and the ginger haired man stepped into the kitchen. "Is it alright if I use the toilet, nursey?" he asked; "Your Dad said it would be okay." "Yes, yes...of course." I stammered and waved him through to the downstairs loo. When he came back into the kitchen he was wiping his hands on his work jeans, "I'm sorry about Oz." He apologised then smiled and shrugged his shoulders, "he's a bit....you know.....over friendly sometimes." "That's ok." I smiled as I sipped my drink, "I've heard worse." "So, we are ok?" The man confirmed, "No problems?" "Not at all." I smiled as he went back into the garden. 'Problems' were the last thing on my mind. As usual I went to bed for a few hours; but couldn't get to sleep for thinking about the three men in the garden. None of them would normally have come across my ...
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