1. The Handyman Part 3


    Date: 9/9/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: Naughty_Renee, Rating: 32, Source: LushStories

    of handyman cock. Feeling a little frisky, I undid my seat belt, tilted the center console into the backrest and slid over closer to Phil. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Just drive,” I told him and began to undo his jeans. I managed to pull out his cock and began stroking it. He kept his eyes on the road while I eased my head down to his lap. My mouth quickly covered his staff and I began giving him what I loved doing so much. Sucking Phil off in my house was exciting, but nowhere as exciting as sucking him off inside his truck while he was passing those 18-wheelers along the stretch of highway, getting a few air-horn honks along the way. I wanted to get Phil off before we hit the off ramp, so I sucked a little harder. I could feel his thigh muscles tightening in response. I knew I would be rewarded for my efforts when his right hand left the steering wheel and tangled in my hair. “Ugh…son-of-a-bitch!” he cried out and filled my mouth with a copious load of hot, thick, tasty cum. Oh, what a rush it gave me as I gobbled it down. I managed to swallow every drop and still I kept sucking long after he quit pumping. It was so damn delicious I couldn’t stop until I sucked his balls dry before I let his dick slide from my mouth. After slowly sitting up, I looked at Phil looking at me from the corner of his eyes and he said, “Damn Renee, you are a total fucking nymph!” I just smiled back at him as I tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped him up. After we picked up the ...
    flooring, we headed back to my house. Phil was satisfied by my blow job and dedicated the rest of his day to putting the new flooring down in the family room while I just sat around watching him work. ***** Phil was unavailable the following day because he had another project he had to finish. He was like a drug to me and I was addicted to him. Spending just one day without him was pure torture. Trying to dampen the empty feeling inside, I flipped on the stereo and put on one of my feel good CD’s before heading for a long, hot shower. After that, who knew? Maybe I’d get a pedicure…go shopping…reline the shelves in the kitchen… anything to keep my mind off of Phil. The endless possibilities of how I could spend my day yawned depressingly in front of me, making me want to eat a gallon of chocolate ice cream directly from the carton. I let the music and the shower put me in a somewhat better state of mind and by the time I was finished I was feeling more like my normal self. Wrapping a towel around my damp body I danced into the bedroom singing along with Katy Perry’s “Dark Horse” hit when a motion in the doorway caught my eye. Phil was leaning against the door frame, grinning broadly. “Now if you had told me you’d be putting on a little show this morning, I would have stopped by earlier.” Caught by surprise, I tried to glare at him haughtily but it loses something when you’re standing there in just a towel. “What are you doing here? I thought you were working on another project ...
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