A little side-job proves to be more for fun than profit
written by:
Turkey Butt

I woke up when I heard my wife Bobby gently close the bedroom door. She moved toward the bed and reached under the sheets, squeezing my morning half-woodie and giving a few gentle strokes.

"I'm going to work. Have a good day," she said, then ducked down to give my dick a few good love nibbles before she left.

"Don't stop... that's so good," I said.

She swirled her tongue around the head of my dick a few times, then pulled off with a *pop*... "Gotta go, Romeo... hope that'll tide you over till I get back," she half-apologized, and disappeared out the door.

I'd been out of regular work almost 9 months now. For the first 29 years of marriage, I had always been up and gone before Bobby had to go to work at the day-care center. And for 29 years, I always kissed her goodbye and then licked her pussy for at least a few seconds before I departed. If I was early and she was into it, I'd make her come, then hop on her hips for a quickie or maybe get a go-to-work blowjob.

Now that I'm out of work, the result of the horseshit economy, the roles had reversed. Now Bobby gave me a nut-rub and a little head before she left each morning. It helped keep me from falling into depression while I hunted for another job.

I fell back asleep. Eventually, I woke up and showered. I had a small side-job lined up for noon, installing a garbage disposal for this fellow Alex that worked as a personal trainer. He worked with my daughter, and had used me the previous winter to hook up the gas lines and vents for his new clothes dryer. He had purchased a 60-year-old house in the town next to mine, and was upgrading before he and his wife Sissy moved in. I was happy to have the work.

I visited Alex the day before, to make a material list. The house was up and running, and he and his wife "Sissy" had moved in.

I assumed I would have to run new electric conduits, but was surprised to find that wasn't needed. "I had a friend run the power last week, since you said you weren't comfortable doing that." Cool - that left just the easy work, but I didn't have the right tools.

"Can you come by tomorrow at about 3?" he asked. I said I had tickets to the Blackhawks game and would rather get here earlier.

"Come over at noon," I heard a voice in the bathroom call out. Then Sissy walked into the room sporting a T-shirt and running shorts, her hair wrapped in a towel. "I'll be here. I don't bite," she said.

Alex introduced us.

"ISU, eh? My daughter got her Master's degree there," I said, noting the college logo on her shirt.

"Yep, that's my school. I just graduated last semester."

"Education major? Or music?" I asked. ISU was strong in both fields.

"Education. But it's a bad time of year to try to get a job as a teacher. Hopefully I'll find a position for the fall semester," Sissy said. "Is your daughter in education too?"

"No, she's a history major. And like I always told her, there's no future in the past. She's working retail while she saves up to get her PhD. Then she'll teach at the college level,' I said.

"Sarah's one of my trainees, Sis," Alex explained. "That's how I found Jim for the dryer work."

"Well it's nice to meet you. I'll see you here at noon," she said, and left for the bedroom.

Alex and I chatted for a few minutes, then I went back home to round up the proper tools for tomorrow.

This morning, while I was in the shower getting ready to go do the installation, my mind wandered to the previous day, when I first met Sissy. She was a little spinner about 5-foot 2, 115 pounds. Under her T-shirt there was no evidence of breasts, so she was obviously a member of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee.

Sissy had a soft smile and clear brown eyes, pretty in a plainish way. I could tell her hair was brown, but wrapped in a towel I couldn't determine her cut. Her hips filled out her shorts nicely, and she was well-proportioned little thing all the way around. I absentmindedly stroked my soapy dick as I relived our initial meeting. It got hard quickly - Sissy's build was right in my wheelhouse. I love smaller girls, and I always believed that the smaller the tits on a chick, the harder they worked at making the pussy worth while. I decided to stop rubbing my dick, as Bobby had vaguely promised me some action before she left for work. I got out, dried off, and dressed.

Arriving at Alex's house I found the door off the driveway open. I knocked, and heard Sissy call for me to come in. I brought in the few tools I would need for the project and went to work.

It only took a few minutes to install the electric cord to the disposal, and I was on to removing the undersink drains when Sissy came into the kitchen. She was dressed in similar fashion as the day before, running shorts and a loose T-shirt. Her hair hung down past her shoulder blades, a fine brown mane with no hint of a curl to it. She sat at the kitchen table and started up a conversation with me, despite my head being under the sink.

"It's really nice of you to do this on such short notice, Jim," she said. "It seems to take some people forever to schedule their work."

"Well, that's what you get for going with the low bidder," I said, kiddingly. Her husband had selected another contractor to tile their basement floor when his price came in a few hundred under mine. The contractor dragged the project out two weeks. I would have had it done in two days - three tops.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. We deserve that," she said.

"No apologies - it's a business. But sometimes cash isn't the only aspect of the contracting business," I said.

Sissy was quiet for a moment while I fiddled with the sink strainer and its receptor ring. I grunted a bit as I struggled.

"Do you want some help?" she asked.

"Actually, if you could just reach into the sink and hold the strainer in place..." I said.

Sissy walked the few steps and reached in to help. I showed her where to push.

"Just hold it down while I clip this assembly together underneath," I said.

She leaned over and pressed downward, while I slid back under the sink on my back. Her head was over the sink, and her arms stretched out in an awkward pose. For a brief second as I wiggled into position I could see up her T-shirt, catching a glimpse of her small breasts - no bra. I smiled a dirty-old-man smile to myself and got the strainer assembly together.

She could let go now, but I didn't tell her that. Instead, I wiggled back out, getting a look up her T-shirt one more time. Nice. I told her she could let go.

"Like what you saw up there?" she asked, apparently aware that I peeped her tits.

"Well, yeah, I guess. I didn't mean to look..."

"But you're a man, and you had to, right?" she teased.

"Guilty."

"They're pretty small..." she apologized.

"No - they're lovely," I argued.

"And they're very sensitive," she added. There was an awkward pause for a few seconds.

"Is it just me, or has this conversation taken a weird turn?" I asked her as I climbed back to my feet. "That's not something I expected to hear."

Sissy stepped into my personal space and reached for my cock. "That's something you didn't expect you would feel, either," she said with a wicked giggle, stroking my hardening manhood through my jeans.

I put my arms around her in a kind of a bro-hug -- careful not to get the plumber's putty on her shirt. We shared a long deep kiss, our tongues intertwined. "I have to wash my hands," I said, breaking away. Sissy followed me to the bathroom and rubbed my shoulders as I scrubbed up.

"What do you see in an old man like me?" I asked honestly.

"Well, I see a handsome man that could use a little sex in the middle of the day. I see a man who can make me wet, that can please me and give me a break from the monotony," she said. "Alex started my motor this morning, but he left before I was satisfied," she said with a pout.

I dried my hands and turned around, pulling her close to me and grinding her mound against my dick. "We have something in common. Bobby left me in the same state this morning. A warm nut rub, a few nibbles on my cock, and she was gone before I got all the way hard."

"Alex came in my mouth after about 45 seconds of sucking, then he left because he was ‘late' for work. All he did was finger me for a few seconds, then he kissed my pussy goodbye," she complained.

"Couldn't you finish yourself?" I teased, sliding my hand into her jeans, reaching under her panties.

"Yes, and I did. But that always leaves me horny for the real thing," she said, leaning back to allow me access. My middle finger parted her womanhood and went all the way to her taint, sliding over, but not into, her wetness. I came back up and circled her magic button slowly, dragging a little pussy hair with me. She was trimmed, but not clean shaven down there. It felt wonderful.

Sissy sighed at the treatment and closed her eyes. I leaned in and kissed her again, continuing my slow circling of her clit.

"What made you think I'd fall for your charms, Sis?" I asked as I licked her neck, feeling her breathing pick up.

"Because you're a man. And a construction worker. So you probably have fantasies like this all the time - probably even acted out a few, I bet," she said, rocking her pussy against my finger, keeping perfect time.

"But I'm old enough to be your dad... what made you think I'd even be any good any more?"

"At your age, you came up in the ‘70s and ‘80s, right? So even if you have a case of limp-dick, I bet you can eat pussy like a champ. Am I right?" she challenged.

"You got that one right," I said, pulling my hand out of her panties and licking her sweetness off my fingers. Sissy's eyes followed my fingers intently, and she sighed as I pulled my finger out of my mouth and went back into her panties. I dipped my middle finger between her folds and curled them up to her G-spot, almost lifting her off her feet for a few seconds. "MMmmmmm that's nice," she said, and leaned over to bite my neck as I began to slide my finger in and out, dragging across her clit on the outstrokes.

"Does Alex know that you're a little nasty when he's gone?" I asked.

"Alex is a dog... I'm pretty sure he's fucked most of his "trainees" from the gym. I can smell the pussy on him even after he showers sometimes. So I don't feel guilty. If he finds out, he'll forgive me. If not, too bad," she explained, humping her pussy in time with my strokes.

"Now you were bragging about giving good head, weren't you?" she asked, clamping her legs together on my hand. "Prove it."

I withdrew my wet finger and picked Sissy up by her ass cheeks, her legs wrapping around me automatically. A quick duck-walk into the bedroom, and I deposited her across her bed. Dispensing with any striptease, she shimmied out of her shorts and panties and tossed off her T-shirt in a matter of seconds. Wasting no time, I got on the bed and buried my face in her crotch, kissing her pussy all over, but not sucking or licking anything in particular. My right hand rubbed her at the same time, running between her legs and rubbing her pussy like she was riding a wire fence.

"You're a tease," she said, sighing and enjoying the ride. I chuckled to myself remembering the advice John Cleese gave in a Monty Python movie. "You must remember to never stampede the clitoris, gentlemen," was his advice to a group of young men as he fucked his wife for their edification.

I kissed Sissy's belly and slowly circled my tongue down through her trimmed mound, taking a long time to get to her magic button. Just as I reached ground zero and clamped a tiny little bite on her trigger, I slipped a finger into her pussy and rubbed her ass with another - not too deep, but round-and-round.

That trick hit pay dirt. Sissy moaned and humped forward, her hands reaching into my hair as she held me against her bits. I sucked hungrily, drawing her entire love button into my mouth, my tongue circling slowly around the base in agonizing pleasure. Sucking her clit gently in an in-and-out motion combined with the circling was having good effect. Sissy shuddered and held me tightly.

I curled my finger under to reach her G-spot again, forcing her to experience the feelings from both sides of her pubic mound, inside and outside. Sissy shuddered again, her breath coming in sharp gasps, her pussy growing wetter with every second of pleasure. I added a second finger to her pie and stroked in and out, alternating with the sucking of her clitoris. Sissy's legs drew into the air as if on their own accord, out to each side of her giving me an obscene access to her sex.

I withdrew my fingers and placed my whole hand palm-side down on Sissy's wetlands, rubbing her in a circle, forcing her pussy down. Too big to actually penetrate her, my hand was giving her tremendous pressure as I continued to work her magic button. She shivered again. "Oh god that's good... I need something in me... fuck me... fuck me please..." she said between sharp gasps.

Rather than break stride, I removed my hand and placed my chin inside her pussy, my entire face fucking her while I continued to suck her and lick her clit in a left-right fashion, as I assumed she did when she masturbated. My right index finger snaked up her ass, wetted by her flowing juices.

The effect was right on target, and Sissy went over the falls into a violent orgasm, humping and twisting against my face, my chin dragging across her taint as it slid in and out, stretching her womanhood, my finger in her ass rubbing my chin through her insides.

No screams or shouts, just a long-held "NNNnnnnnn" as she thrashed and wiggled through her release. Then suddenly, Sissy pulled my head away. "That's enough! I can't take it... I need a break." I moved upward, but darted back to kiss her clit lightly, which made her jump. Using her hand to protect herself, she rubbed her pussy gently as her breathing resisted coming back to normal.

I stopped on my way up to suck on Sissy's small breasts, her nipples like hard little rock candies on her tiny mounds. She wrapped her arm around my head, and drew me up for a long kiss.

"Damn, that was good. You really got into that... you must really love eating pussy," she complimented me, tasting her wetness that covered my face.

"Look at the reaction it got. How can a guy NOT love to make a girl feel like that?" I asked in return. "I've known you less than 24 hours, and I already got to see your " ‘Oohh' face."

Sissy kissed me gently and began to unbutton my shirt. She undid my belt, button and zipper before she made me sit up. Off went the shirt and pants, but I left the tighty-whiteys for her to remove, which she did with no hesitation. As she got them over my feet, she purposely dragged her little tits across my hardened manhood. I sighed.

Sitting at an angle to me, she surveyed my boner, drawing one finger from my ball sack up to the tip. "Nice dick," she said.

"I hear that all the time at the gym," I told her, making her laugh. She gripped me down low and slowly stroked my dry unit. "Do you want me to suck it?" she asked.

"Whatever you have in mind is fine with me," I said honestly. "But if you can make your husband come in 45 seconds, I think I'd love for you to suck it."

"No promises," she said as she bent over, taking the head in her mouth and swirling with her tongue. The feeling was heavenly. She slid her mouth down farther, taking it down to my circumcision scar before sliding back up. Several more strokes like that left plenty of lube, and her hand now carried that to the base of my cock. Slow strokes with a nice twisting motion made it a toss-up as to with part of my dick was getting the better treatment. I felt a drop escape the end of my dick, and Sissy moaned softly. "That's nice," she said. "It likes me, I can tell."

"That it does," I said, my balls straining as she squeezed as low on my cock as she could with just her thumb and forefinger, her other fingers and hand gathering my balls in a tight fist. My cock was standing straight up and she slowly engulfed the head again, going as deep as she could, getting an extra two inches down, and bobbing up and down, her lips forming a tight seal and her teeth softly scraping in a wonderful pain-pleasure mix.

Six or eight bobs like this and I was nearing release. Sissy could sense this, and slowed down, swirling the tip in her mouth. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked, putting me back in her mouth to await my response. I was torn - this was heaven. But the way her legs opened when I ate her pussy made me think she'd be a great fuck, too.

"Yes, let me fuck your tight little pussy," I said, running my fingers through her hair.

Sissy sat up and flopped dramatically on the bed, spreading her legs fully apart. "Fuck me, Jimmy. Put that hard cock in my tight wet slot," she said in mock passion. I wasted no time. The head slipped in easily, and the rest followed with just a few strokes. As I had hoped, her legs drew up again, leaving me with obscenely-easy access to her wonderland, which grew wetter and hotter with each stroke.

"MMMmmmm," she moaned as I slowly humped my young new friend. I let some of my weight on her belly and squished her tits with mine, sucking the soft flesh of her neck as I drove into her pussy, dawdling when I could go no farther, grinding my pubic bone against her magic spot. Her hand went to that spot and parted her pussy hair. She left it there and rubbed herself while I went in and out of her wet puss. Sissy shifted slightly and reached behind herself with her other hand.

Suddenly I felt her hand close around my dick, stroking it as I went in and out of her. The feeling was fantastic. My wife was never able to manage that trick, and I'd seen it in an X-rated video with Jenny Lee - it made me come in three seconds watching it on the computer. Now Sissy was doing it to me in real life. I slowed my stroking to enjoy the sensation and to try to prolong the inevitable explosion. She noticed the effect it was having on me.

"Is this too much?" she asked, a wicked smile across her face. My squinting eyes were my only answer. When I opened them again I saw Sissy's mouth open in an "Oh, oh, oh" fashion, her head tipping back with my every thrust.

"Are you close, sweetie? Try not to come in my pussy. Let me suck you off when it's time," she said in a low growl.

"Don't want pecker tracks inside?" I teased.

"It's best that way. You won't be sorry," she promised.

I continued to thrust for a few moments, savoring the squeezing of her hand and the warm wetness of her velveteen lining. I planted my cock as far in her as it could go, and held it there for a long minute, rocking gently inside her. Sissy put both her hands behind my shoulders and spread her legs even farther. She scratched her nails down to my waist before she let me go.

"Come in my mouth, Tiger... fuck me in my mouth..." she said, putting a finger in her mouth and drawing it deeply inside, as if I needed the visual.

I withdrew from Sissy's love cave and moved to an angle as she half-rolled on the bed. Her hands held my cock and my balls tightly as she drew me into her mouth, lips clamped tightly and her teeth slightly dragging once more. I touched her thin neck and moved her hair behind her ear, enjoying the sight of this cutie taking my dick in. Her mouth was as hot as her pussy, and her tongue never stopped as she let me slide in and out, her hands keeping me from choking her with my rod. Her repeated squeezing of my balls and twisting of the base of my dick had the predictable effect, and in a moment the collapse began.

Sissy took my dick deeper for a long moment, as she felt the convulsions began to shoot long ropes of cum into the back of her throat. Gulping in time with the first few shots, she moved off a bit and clamped hard on the top few inches of my cock as I shot another, then another spurt, the cum spilling from her mouth and coating my dick, her hands quick to spread the newest lubricant at the party.

After six squirts I was done, but Sissy kept at it, licking, sucking, stroking my cock and massaging my balls with both hands, rubbing the head across her teeth and lips. I was in heaven and hell, the intensity was so great. Finally, I could take no more, and pulled away. She followed, as if to protest, and my dick left her mouth with a *POP*. I bent down and kissed her deeply.

"That was unreal, little lady," I said, reaching down to stroke her pussy before we left the bed. I licked her moisture off my fingers and did it again. I softly brushed her tits, rubbing my spit and her love moisture into the nipples. Then I helped her get up from the bed.

"Let's get you dressed and you can finish that disposal," she said, pulling her panties and jogging shorts on. I realized that Alex was due home in another 45 minutes or so.

Another long kiss, when we were dressed, then Sissy threw her covers in the washer and I finished the pipework under the sink. The disposal worked perfectly, no leaks.

"What do we owe you, Jim?" she asked.

"I told Alex it would be $60 if there were no problems, but I don't think I can take the money now..." I replied.

Sissy smiled sweetly, looked me in the eye and said, "I'm a bit of a slut, but I'm not a prostitute. Another thing - do you think that was only worth $60? I'm insulted."

"Gas lines for a dryer, $150. Garbage disposal, $60. That wild fuck you just threw me? Priceless!" I said, and we both burst out laughing. Sissy gave me a peck on the cheek and told me that she and Alex would call me the next time they had a little "job" for me. I leered at her and threw her a wink.

"Any time, babe."