It was Monday morning, and all weekend I couldn’t stop thinking about what a filthy slut Addy was from the other day. But it made me think: were all these chavvy council-estate women the shame? I had two jobs in the diary today and soon found myself outside my first job. Hang on, is this the house from the other day? I think so—the one with that rude man and his misses with the see-through leggings, I thought to myself.
Anyway, I knocked on the door, and yes, it was, because that very man answered, letting me in and showing me to the kitchen.
I soon noticed his partner, who was washing the pots.
“I’ve come to look at a kitchen door that’s damaged,” I say.
“About bloody time as well, it’s been like that for ages,” he moans.
“OK, well, I’ll have a look,” I say, trying to keep the peace.
With that, he grabs his coat, telling the woman he’s going to his benefit meeting, and leaves.
Wow, what a horrible man, I think. Anyway, I set my step ladder up and get to work. I soon notice the woman has black leggings on again. My cock instantly twitched, and I didn’t have to wait long to find out what underwear she was wearing because, as soon as she bent over into a cupboard, her red thong greeted me. That was it—my cock was throbbing.
“I’m sorry about my husband’s attitude; he really does have little man syndrome,” she says with a smile. I laugh when I hear her put it that way.
“Don’t worry, love. I’m used to it. I get plenty of tenants like him,” I reply.
Just like the other day, she seems especially chatty, completely at ease, as she continues talking.
“Yeah, I’m honestly sick to death of him and his little man syndrome. And, to make matters worse, he’s got little cock syndrome too,” she jokes.
Wow. I have no idea what to say to that, and Jude simply grins.
“Has he now? That’s not good, is it?” I say, trying to keep my response casual.
“Not really,” she answers with another grin. I notice her eyes flick briefly toward my crotch. When I carefully glance down, I see the obvious outline of my large, throbbing bulge. Fuck, I think. Should I keep flirting with her and see where this conversation Ges?
“I’m sure he still manages to please you somehow,” I say with a teasing grin.
“You’re kidding, right? He can barely get his little dick hard enough to do anything with it,” she replies, grinning.
Then, completely out of nowhere, she glances down at my crotch again and says, “Looks like you don’t have any trouble getting hard, judging by the way things look.”
I smile at her. “I’m not going to lie, love—it’s because of those leggings,” I say. “Every time you bend over, I can see your red thong.” I grin as I tease her.
Her face immediately turns bright red.
“Oh my God, really? I didn’t even notice,” she says with a grin.
“Honestly, love, it’s fine. As you can see, I’m definitely not complaining,” I tease, trying to keep the mood light.
She pauses for a moment. “Well, it definitely looks a lot bigger than my husband’s,” she adds with a smile.
I think carefully before answering because I don’t want to overstep the mark.
“Come and have a closer look if you want. I don’t mind,” I say.
i can see her thinking it over before she walks toward me with a smile. “Oh my God, yes, it does look big,” she says, grinning.
“Get it out if you want. I don’t mind,” I say. “I always like to keep my customers happy.” I grin.
She pauses again before running her hand over my bulge. I can’t believe it—am I really about to have sex with another council-estate chav? I decide to help her out, so I put my screwdriver down and undo the button on my trousers. She grips the waistband and pulls them down to my knees, then looks at me with a grin before tugging down my boxers.
“Oh my God, fuck,” she gasps. “It’s huge.” She steps back, still smiling.
“Oh my God, this is actually a fantasy I’ve had for ages,” she says, grinning and blushing.
“What is?” I ask with a grin.
I know it sounds silly,” she says, her cheeks turning red, “but I’ve always had this fantasy about cleaning my kitchen while two tradesmen worked nearby, both naked.”
“Really?” I reply with a grin. “Well, I can help you with that if you want. Obviously, there’s only me here, so what exactly do I need to do?” I ask, smiling.
“Oh my God,” she says with a grin. “Well, to start with, you need to be naked from the waist down.”
I look at her, smiling, as I pull off my trousers and boxers.
“Err, but leave your boots on,” she adds with a grin. “Now all you have to do is carry on working.”
I climb back onto my ladder and start removing the cupboard door. “Mr. Angry isn’t going to come back and catch me like this, is he?” I ask, smiling.
“No. His benefits have been stopped, so he’s at a meeting trying to sort everything out,” she says with a smile. “He’ll be gone for ages.”
Great, I think. It couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy, and to top it off, I was probably going to fuck his wife as well.
“So what happens next in your fantasy, then, miss?” I call over.
She looks at me with a smile. “You can call me Emma. And just wait and see, big boy,” she says with a grin.
Fuck, this was actually incredibly naughty, and I couldn’t wait to find out where it was going.
She bends over again, and her thong peeks out above the waistband of her leggings. “Is this better?” she asks with a grin.
“Mmm, fuck, amazing,” I reply with a grin.
She walks back over to me and grabs my cock while I’m still on the ladder, I look down grinning.
She starts stroking me and gasps again. “Fuck, I can’t believe how big it is.”
I don’t say a word. I just let her do what she wants, watching as she pulls me toward her lips and pauses. She runs her tongue slowly around the head before taking my shaft into her mouth.
After a minute, she pulls me down from the ladder by my cock and pushes me back against the worktop. Leaning close, she whispers in my ear, “I’ll leave the rest up to you. Let’s just say my fantasy always involves me getting bent over the kitchen table and fucked by a massive cock.”
Omg, wow, I think. I pull her T-shirt over her head and unhook her bra, revealing her pert tits. Then I tug her leggings down, leaving her in her red thong. I push her onto her knees and slap my cock against her face.
She opens her mouth and greedily takes me in. Before long, the kitchen fills with the wet sounds of her gagging. I pull out and press her down against my balls, and she grips them, sucking each one in turn.
“Mmm, that’s it,” I moan. My thoughts quickly turn to Abby, the filthy slut from Friday, remembering how openly she rimmed my asshole. I wonder whether this slut would be naughty enough, but my cock is throbbing, and I want to fuck her. I pull her upright and bend her over the table. She had an amazing ass, and I positioned myself behind her, pulling her thong aside.
I ease myself into her inch by inch. Her eyes widen. “Oh my God, fuck,” she moans. I keep pushing in until she gasps again. “Fuck, wow, your cock is huge. Oh my God,” she moans.
She glanced back at me briefly and shouted, “Go on—fuck me. Fuck me hard with that massive cock. Show me what a proper cock feels like!”
She was clearly becoming more explicit, and I responded without holding back. I continued easing my 10-inch shaft into her, watching as she squirmed in surprise and shock.
She grabs the other side of the table and screams, “Go on, fuck me hard with that massive cock. Show me what a proper cock feels like.”
Omg, she was getting more explicit, so I didn’t hold back. I pushed my 10-inch shaft into her, watching her squirm in shock, then gradually increased my thrusts until the table shook.
She moaned loudly and uncontrollably.
“Oh my God, fuck, fuck—I’m going to cum!” she screamed.
I pulled out slightly as she squirted over my cock, but I didn’t slow down; I kept thrusting into her.
“Fuck, fuck… oh my God, your big cock feels amazing,” she gasped breathlessly.
I could tell she was completely lost in the arousal, so I teased her even more. “What would you do if there were two big cocks here, slut? Like in your fantasy.
What would you do with the other one?” I asked while i continued to thrust into her.
She gasped for breath. “Oh my God, you could literally do anything,” she panted.
I pushed my cock deep inside and held it there. “Would you want us to spit-roast you, slut?” I shouted.
“Mmm, yes,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes—getting spit-roasted by two big cocks,” she moaned.
I pulled out and lifted her from the table, forcing her down onto her knees. Instinctively, she licked the head of my cock.
“Fuck, I’ve never been fucked this well,” she grinned. I pushed my cock into her mouth, making her gag. Then I put one foot on the table and watched her reaction, my heavy balls hanging just inches from her face. She reached for them and gently squeezed them while sucking my cock. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she ran her tongue down my length, kissed each of my balls, then slowly moved toward my ass and spread them apart.
“Mmm, fuck,” I moaned as her tongue touched my hole. She began flicking her tongue against my asshole, gradually picking up the pace. “Oh my God,” I gasped.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum. Where do you want it—in your mouth?” I gasped. “Or deep in your cunt, where it can soak into your little panties?” I continued. “That way, you can walk around in front of that prick of a husband, knowing your thong is drenched with my cum.”
That last remark seemed to excite her. She licked my asshole more forcefully before standing up. She bent over the table again and looked back at me. “Fuck yes, the last one. Fuck me and cum in my marriaged cunt,” she gasped, “so it soaks my panties. Oh my God, fuck you, you naughty bastard,” she gasped grinning. I moved behind her and thrust my cock deep inside her, making her moan.
“Oh my God, fuck yes. Wow, keep going. Fuck me—I can’t get enough of your huge fucking cock.”
I thrust harder and harder. “Mmm, fuck, fuck,” as I gasp and cum deep into her cunt. I slowly withdraw while looking at her gaping hole, then pull her red panties back into place. The red fabric immediately darkens with my cum.
“Omg, fuck, that was amazing,” she gasped, getting to her feet. Smiling, she rubbed her panties against her pussy. “Omg, they’re soaked,” she said with a grin. “It’s going to be so naughty spending the rest of the day in these.”
I grabbed my clothes and got dressed. Well, that was fun, I thought with a grin. Fuck, I hadn’t even finished the job, and I was running seriously late. I checked the time and realized I’d already been there for over 2 hours. I hurried to finish up and packed everything away. Emma came back into the kitchen, dressed again.
“Okay, well, I’m finished,” I said with a smile.
She looked at me, smiling. “Thanks. Good job. I see you’re not only good with your cock,” she said, rubbing the front of my trousers. “I’m sure there’s a leak on the bathtub.”
I walked out grinning. “Report it, and I’ll come back and bend you over the bathtub,” I said. “But make sure you’re wearing those sexy, see-through leggings.”
I climbed into the van in shock. I couldn’t believe I’d just fucked my second filthy chav. My next job went without any surprises, and I finished for the day still in disbelief. Fuck, I was so glad I’d taken on this contract.
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