Sex starved women: 2> Home help
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: With his work completed for the day, George Gresham, a local dark skinned handyman, went to let Ms Ashley know that he had finished all the chores, only for Rebecca to have one extra special job for him to perform. [includes mild seduction, persuasion]

With Ms Ashley's garden looking ever quite the picture, George, a self-employed handyman, returned the tools he'd used to the couples shed.

The man of the house, Robert, had yet to set a date for the cohabiting couple's wedding. Although they had engaged some three years ago, while the estate was inherited, the upkeep and taxes on it had put a drain on the funds for the extravagant wedding that Rebecca had in mind.

More recently, she had questioned herself as to if not when it would come, especially with Robert's change in mood; his detracted attention, for one thing, whenever they had sex.

George found his employer in Robert's library room of sorts. In addition to having a collection of books set out on a shelving unit there was a pool table situated someway in front of it. Moments beforehand, Rebecca had been idly perusing two of the books as she waited for George. She had a special favour to ask of him, you see. She was, however, casually knocking balls around the table when he made his expected appearance - 4:00pm as usual.

"I've finished for the day, Ms Ashley," he informed her.

It being summer, they were both dressed casually. George wore a dull grey t-shirt, one that could have been darkened from a mix of white and dark washing, khaki shorts, fawn socks and brown trainers while a beige hue moderate brim sun hat adorned his bald head; George respectfully removing it in his employer's presence. As Rebecca drew herself up from the table to acknowledge the handyman, it was clear that she wore no bra beneath her pink sleeveless top, which had a scoop yolk, one that was low enough for George to momentary notice the absence. Her skirt, a rather short black and white affair, was similarly provocative, he noticed, especially when the wrap-over slit at the front exposed Ms Ashley's creamy white thighs to his attention, what with her stance - feet apart as she was leant down to take another indifferent shot.

"So, you're finished for the day, then, George," Rebecca acknowledged, paying little attention to him as she rolled the cue stick back and forth before striking the white ball against a distant blue stripe. She could just as easily have been holding a warm firm cock between her right hand, what with Rebecca's loose grip.

"Right," he intoned, lingering to observe her sensuous body.

"Are you in any hurry, George, as I've got another job that needs a man's attention?" Rebecca intoned, drawing the stick up with both hands to a vertical position before holding it at her side, her right arm bent as she reached to take up the block of chalk.

"What do you have in mind?" George ventured, indolently, his hands resting on the side cushion.

"Come now, you've been working for me for how long. I'm sure you've got some idea of what that is, George," Rebecca rejoined, her feet once more apart and leant over the table as she lined up the next available shot.

"I take it Robert's away," he voiced his assumption, all the while gazing at the vaguely noticeable rise of her womanly breasts, the areola of which were more darker.

"Yes, and I'm board out of my mind," Rebecca informed him, before striking the cue ball against the yellow spot.

"I see," George murmured, realising Ms Ashley's level of otherwise interest - in him.

"Why be coy, George. Don't you find me attractive," Rebecca crooned, the cue stick now resting lengthwise on the opposite side of the table to that of her handyman while her hands were placed firmly on the baulk cushion and a few feet away from where George was stood; he now casually dropping the green spotted ball from his right hand to the palm of his left a few times as he considered Rebecca's intimation.

He did, of course, find her attractive; distracting sometimes, what with her skimpy outfits. He loved his job, though, and didn't want to lose it. Ms Ashley wouldn't be the first employer to have flirted with him, however, that's as far as things went; until that moment that is.

"What about my job," George uttered cautiously.

"Your job, as you put it, George, is working for me; Robert's never around. You do what I say and want, George, and right now, I want you to attend to my needs," Rebecca crooned, low and huskily, as she drew up the front of her skirt. Enough that the wrap over slit parted to reveal her cream lace thong.

"Don't you want some of this?" she proffered, fingers of her right hand playing listlessly over the front of the vaguely moist material. In his response, George, now cradling the ball in his right hand, lowered his upper body so that his forearms were resting on the cushion as his eyes took in what Ms Ashley was proposing.

"What about my job?" he once more made mention; his eyes conveying all the affirmation his employer needed from him.

"I'm certainly not going to tell Robert," Rebecca sought to assure George, before lowering her skirt and turning around. She then, part leant forward and looking back over her right shoulder at him, drew up the back of her short skirt to reveal her shapely ass - almost naked save for the thin strap of her thong, which had slipped out of sight, almost, between Ms Ashley's curple.

"Are you telling me, George, you'd turn this down over concerns for your job," Rebecca intoned, as she smoothed her right hand over her creamy white butt and then slid it down her thigh and back up a couple of times before coming to rest on her ass cheek. She then grasped a small handful and motioned it up and down for George's hopeful approval.

"Don't tease me," he intoned, unsure if Ms Ashley meant what she had intimated as she subsequently stood up and drew her skirt back down; back over the shapely mounds of flesh she had just now flaunted at him.

"I can cover it back up if you want," she exclaimed afterwards. "But you don't want that, now do you, George."

"You can guarantee my job," he said, and in a low appealing voice, before letting the ball roll from his hand and tentatively approaching Ms Ashley.

Not wanting to be too obvious, Rebecca turned and took a few steps away from him before coming to a halt. She then, still with her back to George, lowered her hands and undid the button that held her skirt together, and subsequently dropped the item on the table.

Almost immediately, Rebecca felt the warmth of the handyman's body against hers; his hands, one on a hip and the other at her waist as she welcomed his closeness and touch.

"Emn, I've fantasized about your black cock between my lips, George," Rebecca murmured, her exposed ass rubbing against the item of mention, which was confined in his pants.

Saying nothing, George continued to explore Ms Ashley's body; his hands soon sliding up and under her pink top, where they cupped, felt and caressed the warmth of her full young breasts.

"Emn, emn," Rebecca moaned, in heated response to George's manly attentiveness, something that was hitherto lacking in her neglectful fiancée.

Rather than turn Ms Ashley around, George, instead, directed his employer down and over the table. Like that, her firm breasts partly lolled in his hands, just as she had given him an earlier glimpse of them when he came in.

"So, Ms Ashley, tell me about your fantasies," George, taken by Rebecca's confession, as such, enquired of her.

"I'm licking your big black cock, George," she began, her ass grinding against the evident bulge in his pants, almost gyrating herself as he rolled Ms Ashley's nipples in an attempt to urge her to be more explicit; dirty, even.

"Emn, yes, George," Rebecca sighed, before continuing: "Your cock feels warm and firm in my hand as I slide my tongue around the crown. Your cum tastes exquisite, having released a small amount. I then take the head between my lips. As I suck on the upper portion I flick my tongue around it and slowly stroke your black shaft. Presently, I sense you want to cum; to give me your first offering. I want it, I want you to, emn," Rebecca cried a murmur, in response to George's firm attentiveness at hearing that.

"You like the taste of cum," her handyman ventured, before lowering his upper body. Enough that George's lips were almost touching his employer's shoulders. When he subsequently pressed them to Rebecca's creamy white skin, George made a point of urging the warm firm black shaft Ms Ashley desired so, against her ass cleavage.

"Yes," she rejoined huskily, her body accepting his welcome attention before continuing. "Your cum is warm and sweet on my tongue, George. I hold as much of you as I can before needing to swallow; there's that much of it. Once you've finished, I swirl what I'm holding around my mouth, your lovely black cock still hard and entombed. I then, having trickled your sticky essence down my throat, mouth your black shaft some more, eager to drain your cock dry.

"I'm not finished, George," Rebecca appealed to him, having sensed her handyman's attention suddenly wane.

"I take your still hard cock, George. I slip it into my wet pussy, my white cunt. You fuck my white pussy with your black dick, pushing its thick length into me hard and deep; it feels as if it would pop out of my mouth, you're that deep inside me. Not content with that, I want your black tool in my lovely tight white asshole, and it is tight, George," exclaimed Rebecca, and much to her handyman's renewed interest. His cock, even harder, she noticed as he forced it against her creamy white body.

"Emn, yes, George," Rebecca murmured a response to his appealing forcefulness, something he followed up by first removing Ms Ashley's top and then kissing around her back in a sporadic pattern.

"Ooo, emn, yes," Rebecca sighed, George's warm hands once more kneading her breasts while his fingers rolled and occasionally pulled on his employer's taught nipples.

"Your cock fills my ass with heated desire, George."

"It does."

"Yes. I've never had one as thick as yours up me before. You have me bent over the table like this, my feet wide apart for you. I willingly hold myself open for your black cock to fuck my ass, to fill it full of your black cum juice, which erupts inside me."

Taking a step backwards, George lowered his hands to the thin waistband of Ms Ashley's thong, which he slowly drew down her thighs. Squatted, as he soon was, George, still holding on to the lace material, kissed each of Rebecca's warm shapely ass cheeks, the selfsame ones she had earlier flaunted at him so provocatively; enticingly.

"Let me show you how tight my ass is, George," his employer intoned; whereupon, and having sucked the fingers of her right hand, Rebecca moved them towards her exposed anus and slid the tip of one inside. She then slowly motioned her finger around her anus in full view of her handyman's fixed gaze.

Moments later George watched, wide-eyed, as Ms Ashley slid a second and then a third finger into her tight little butt. This time, she manoeuvred them around before prodding herself back and forth several times.

"How do I smell, George? Smell my cunt," Rebecca urged him, her fingertips mimicking that of a cock inside her; one that could just so easily be fucking her tight hole with just the head and first few inches.

"Emn, ooo, fuck, I'm gonna cum, George, lick my pussy for me, stick your tongue in there," Rebecca soon urged, her body on the edge of a needful climax.

Having snorted her delicious feminine aroma a few times, George, still idly holding Ms Ashley's thong, turned his attention towards her pussy, which he noticed was significantly wet when his tongue made its first contact.

"Emn, more, George, put it inside me while I imagine your black cock in my tight ass," Rebecca crooned, her fingers more forceful and as she hoped he would eventually do her.

"Ahrmn," Rebecca languidly murmured, when she felt her release, moments before she subsequently permeated her warm juices, which spilled on to George's more than attentive tongue while her fingers continued to rail her tight white ass.

"Emn, let me taste your cock, George," Rebecca appealed to him, before taking her fingers from her ass and then slowly sucking them, all while he lowered her thong so that Ms Ashley could step out of it.

Naked, apart from her white trainers, Rebecca squatted down in front of George, exactly as she had earlier described. Her hands were soon at either side of his shorts, which she drew down to his knees. However, before they got there, the bulge in her handyman's pants caught Ms Ashley's attention.

"George! What is that?" Rebecca found herself exclaiming, only for his snake-like cock to rustle and move.

"See for yourself," he said invitingly, and with that, Ms Ashley released his shorts and approached George's restrained muscle with interest; rolling more than drawing her handyman's close fitting pants down, to reveal the curvature of his ebony shaft. No sooner had Rebecca begun, than the length of George's black dick abruptly spilled out over the front of the partially gathered material.

"I see what you mean. It's big, George, and yet your so..." Rebecca exclaimed, her mind still conscious enough as to not mention his height - 165 to her 178 centimetres.

"You like my black dick, then," he uttered, his brown eyes gazing down at Rebecca as she regarded its stature, its texture, its warmth.

For the next few moments, Rebecca was unable to utter a word in reply as she gazed, mesmerized, at her handyman's tool, which hung down between his thighs - the head almost in line with the top of George's knees.

Stooping her head some, Rebecca, her tongue part extended, absorbed the warmth from George's velvet textured cockhead.

Part turning her upper body and tilting her head, Rebecca came at George's cock as if she were laid down below it, which in some way she subsequently was. With her tongue extended, Ms Ashley teased her handyman's velvet textured crown before snaking the moist tip, curled upwards, part way along and up his hanging erection. She then, having dropped back down below his hanging member, gaped her mouth and once more raised herself up. As she did so, the turgid crown of George's black cock brushed her moist lips. Sensing where it was, Rebecca barely had need to repose her head for George's puffy glans to plop inside.

"Ermn," Rebecca moaned languidly, as the first part of her related fantasy was realised while, and with her hands braced on the wooden floor, she motioned her lips and head up and down, all the while swirling her tongue around George's warm fleshy black shaft as she consumed even more of his manliness.

"Emn, yes, Rebecca, suck my cock, suck my black dick," her handyman encouraged, using her proper name for the first time in their relationship; professional, and as it presently was.

Wanting his slattern employer to take as much as he had to offer, a full 9 inches, considering, George reached down, grasped her hair and worked Ms Ashley's mouth and lips up and down his black sceptre; if he were to cum, she had made mention of that being so.

"Hurmn," Rebecca murmured, almost throatily, in fact, when his tumescent knob end grazed the rim of her throat.

Robert hadn't been that adventurous with her. To be truthful, he was quite lacking in that respect. With that in mind, Rebecca reached up her right arm and wrapped her hand around George's waist. She then drew herself further along his black rod; enough, that the now bulbous head of his cock popped into her throat.

"Hurgh," Ms Ashley groaned, contentedly, still holding onto the handyman's waist as he fucked the glans in and out of her receptive throat.

"You want my cum; you want me to cum for you?" George, close to exploding, uttered, as he felt his own climax begin to generate in his balls. Unable to reply with words, Rebecca hastened her head bobs instead (actions being louder than...!).

"Oh yes, you certainly do, you lovely slut," George exclaimed, and mere moments later followed it with a groan as he discharged his black cum juice: first, in his employer's mouth, then, and having withdrawn his warm throbbing length from her, over Ms Ashley's face and naked body, most of it landing on Rebecca's tits; her nipples still hard and perky he noticed.

"Like I said earlier, George, that's not all," Rebecca smiled up at him, as she caught and licked the drips that fell from George's cock. Ms Ashley clearly emitted a licentious gaze towards the handyman as her hand fondly stroked the hilt, draining him of every morsel of warm sticky spunk he had to offer up for her tasteful pleasure.

"Emn," Rebecca moaned contentedly, and then reposed herself to be once more sat fully up. Still holding George's almost hard dick, she skewed his pliable shaft so that it was now arched up before her, and subsequently kissed the crown. Because of the sensitivity of her handyman's cockhead, having just cum, George's body shivered in response; his lips emitting an: ‘Oooh,' as he did. Ms Ashley then used his velvety glans to smear the handyman's creamy cum juice, blobs as well, over her face and that of her breasts, which she then cradled it between; giving George a casual tit fuck as she once more fellated him.

"I know you've already tasted my pussy, George, but, be a doll, and, since your not quite hard or hopefully eager enough to fuck your black cock to me just yet, lick it up, eat it for me," his employer directed him, before lowering his pants, which Rebecca then removed, and standing up.

"On the table, I think," she intoned, which was as good a place as any to have her pussy, and, maybe, if he was inclined that way, her delicious asshole licked, and then waited for George to help her up.

"Thank-you," she voiced her appreciation of him.

"That's it, George, all the way back," she intoned as, having he grasped the back of Ms Ashley's shins, the handyman urged her legs up and out.

"Let me have your tongue, George, your warm, moist tongue," Rebecca urged.

"Oh yes, emn, like that, tease me like that," she soon appealed; George lightly skimming the tip around the base of his employers moist slit for some long heated moments before eventually trailing it along the line of her hairless groove. As he worked his tongue inside her she began to mew, turning her head violently from side to side as the waves of pleasure became too much to bear.

"Oh! Oh more, yes, like that, George. Your tongue, so deliciously, yes, lovely, on my, emn..." Rebecca's words trailing out just as her body slipped into pleasurable contentedness at what the handyman was doing, and, it has to be said, doing well.

"Yes, fuck, fuck me, George, fuck my hot wet cunt with your...oh, emn, more, yes," his yielding employer further encouraged him.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Ms Ashley exclaimed, when, having he captured some of Rebecca's permeated juices, George teased her puckered anus with his long fingers and then slid them inside her tight asshole. It certainly was that, he noticed, all the while still dipping his tongue in and around his employer's warm wet pussy and managing to lightly stroke Rebecca's hard and horny clit.

"Oh fuck! Yes! Make me cum, make me fucking cum, George. Oh, you want me to, you so, fucking, want me to," Ms Ashley groaned.

Far from her subsequently being laid down, as George had placed her, Rebecca's upper body was at a steep incline; her left hand braced on the table while the other moved from one of her taut nipples to the other, squeezing, pulling, twisting the distended nub as her climax drew ever closer.

"Oh fuck, yes, more, fuck my ass, fuck me, do it, do it, do..." Rebecca's breathing was fast and ragged, her tits, even as she continued to pull them, undulated quite noticeably.

Mere moments later, she was thrusting her hips up and down at George, desperate for penetration, fulfilment, release. Wanting to get his tongue, his whole mouth, if that she possibly could, in her climaxing pussy.

"Ngh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, yes, more," she called out, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her young body. When he pressed her down harder, though, she arched her back and moaned.

"Your, huh, cock, it better, huh, be hard, George, it just better, hurm, be," Ms Ashley gasped and told him, he was, after all, merely the subordinate in their relationship, one she had called upon for this, his final task of the day.

"Emn, you are, you so fucking are," Rebecca regaled, un-disappointedly, when she sat up to see; her hand once more moving to hold him, to stroke George's immense immaculate shaft, its veins even more noticeable. Ms Ashley had both a want and need for George, her very handyman as he was, to, not just fulfil her occasional thoughts, but to surpass them, if that were possible, which she somewhat hoped the handyman could; he had, after all, already demonstrated he was quite adept with his tools.

"Over the table, I think, to begin with, George. I want to feel this big cock of yours, then later watch as it slides into my hot wet horny cunt. Not my ass, not yet," added Rebecca, with a naughty smile, as she, having casually released George's ebony shaft, eased herself down from the table, bent forward, kissed the warm turgid crown of the handyman's hard black sceptre and then took up her position; one could say, a quite subordinate one, as it happened.

Leant forwards over the baize of the table, Rebecca, her long legs and feet slatternly apart, a good deal more than shoulder width George noticed, reached back her right hand and loudly slapped the right cheek of her ass a couple of times before looking back over her left shoulder.

Still with the lascivious, almost minxy, smile across her lips, Ms Ashley beckoned the handyman closer. As she did, Rebecca flexed her ass with her hand a few times, before feeling for George's hard cock.

"You can watch, George, watch as I feed your deliciously hard prick into my warm wet, emn, yes..." she sighed, as the warm puffy glans stroked against her thighs. "...Cunt. I so much want it, George. Fill me up with it," Rebecca urged, as she directed him ever more closer until the crown was resting at her entrance.

"Oh!" she cried, when he pushed forward, one short sharp jab after the other, each time causing Ms Ashley to again moan, until, and with one final forceful upward thrust, the total length of George's black rod was fully embedded inside her. ‘Oh! Fuck!' Rachel exclaimed afterwards.

"Take it back, emn, yes, slowly George, now hard, fuck me, yes, hard, more, again," his employer enjoined; her right hand prising herself open for him, wanting every centimetre and millimetre of the handyman's stone hard tool to fill her up. As George obediently swung his hips at her, the momentum caused his balls to flex against Rebecca's horny hard clit.

"Fuck me, George, ram that black dick, oh fuck, yes, of yours, up my cunt..."

Eventually, she dropped forward, her upper body lolled on the baize of her fiancées pool table. Rebecca's breathing, as her climax gathered pace, once more became a mixture of short high pitch erratic gasps: ‘Huh, hurm, hurgh, yes...!"

Her young body was being purposefully tormented, albeit in a pleasurable way, as George, sensing her climax, grasped his employer's subordinately inclined body at her waist and cleaved his stout prick into her. There was no more slow drawing back to his approach. Instead, George's actions were fast, they were furious, almost that of a piston.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck—me," Rachel cried to him, moments before she subsequently came; his continued actions pushing Rebecca's squelching juices from within, to then run down her quavering thighs - and he had yet to take her tight little asshole.

"Huh, let, huh, let me, huh, up, George," Ms Ashley intoned, in between more gasps.

"You're good, absolutely fucking lovely, George, that was. Help me up, please," she appealed to him, his cock still part way embedded in his employer's just fucked juicy wet pussy.

"Emn, let me," Rebecca crooned, and then squatted before him. Holding the handyman's ebony cock which glistened from her pussy juices, Rebecca once more extended her tongue and slowly, with unfaltering concentration, licked around the warm velvety glans before moving onto the shaft below it.

Uttering a contented moan, Ms Ashley lapped up every moist particle of her wetness before covering the head of George's firm, upstanding blackness and once more sliding her lips down and up the length. It would be awhile before he next came, and so for the next few minutes, she laboured hungrily to that of sucking the handyman's delicious warm hard black dick.

When Rebecca had finished, when she took her mouth from him, there was a noticeable smile of admiration on her face. Whether it be for George's masterful tool, her own desire or accomplishment, even both, only Ms Ashley knew the answer as she stood up and had George once more place her on the edge of the table.

"Fuck me hard, George, nail my white cunt with your black dick. I dare say you've wanted me as much as I you, then my ass, from behind, like in my fantasies," Rebecca lilted, her hand stroking his top most portion in readiness to slip the handyman's knob end back into her needy, horny wet twat.

"Let me see your ass; show it to me, Ms Ashley," he said, as Rebecca left her legs hanging.

"You like my ass, don't you, George," she teased, as, once more having sucked on her whole hand, Rebecca slipped her fingers up inside it.

"Emn, it's still nice and tight, and, let's see..." His employer easing her small finger alongside the others, then, after moving them around in a number of incisive half turns, adding her thumb to the collective shape.

Having moved her left leg further out of the way, Rebecca urged him forward. ‘I want your big black dick fucking my pussy, George, while I fuck, emn, yes, my tight ass for you.' She then, having teased and stroked the head of his long firm snake like cock along her wet channel a few pleasurable times, eased the crown inside her wetness.

Emitting a ‘hurmn' like moan when she guided more of George into her dowsed sex, Rebecca soon felt, with her anal thrusting hand, just how big her handyman actually was.

"Fuck, yes!" she exclaimed when, having relaxed her loose grip on his blackness, George swung his hips at her.

"More! Again! Fuck me, George, nail my white cunt...oh fuck, yes...with your black dick, Oh fuck! Yes, again..." Ms Ashley continuing to urge George to lay his black dick, his rod, his sceptre, his trouser snake to her, time and again, as she massaged her anal track, and a glowing climax welled up inside her and subsequently exploded in her head.

Just then, the moment it struck, she was fully reclined on the table - balls scattered to either the pockets or sides. Her hand fucks to that of her ass were notably faint as George continued to thrust himself at her, all the while gripping Rebecca's thighs tightly and against his small framed upper body while Ms Ashley's lower limbs swung responsively.

"You've made me cum, George," she smiled approvingly at him. "Lick my pussy, if you will," his horny employer directed him, and then propped herself up to watch.

"You like the, emn, more, taste of my cunt," she regaled, now stroking his smooth skinned head.

"I like the taste of all pussy," he intoned, before returning to his current task; Rebecca, all the same, fingering her back passage as he did.

"That's it!" Ms Ashley trilled, when she felt him suck her exposed clit. Not only was it hard, but the tip, which her handyman was delightfully sucking, was sticky as always, she noticed.

Having once more made his employer cum, Rebecca, being the horny slut she was and George no doubt thought her to be, offered her hand for him to help her down - Ms Ashley wanting George's cock up her ass and from behind. Before that, though, she again squatted before him and removed his shorts and pants while again sucking his ebony dick; she still not getting over its length for his build.

Once again turned around for him, Rebecca's upper body bent forward and her tits pushed against the baize, she moved her feet a considerable distance apart, what with her long, lithe legs, before extending her arms and drawing back both ass cheeks; her fingernails digging into the flesh as she did.

"There you go, George, all nice and loose for your long thick dick to fuck. So, come on, give it to me," she urged.

"You sure you -"

"Fuck my ass, George. Let me feel your black dick up there," his employer enjoined; Ms Ashley, on the verge of cumming, and just from the contemplation of having his black dick there.

"Shit! Fuck! Yes! Huh," exclaimed Rebecca, when the puffy head pierced her anal ring, only to then be driven deeper - quite deep in fact. When Rebecca thought he was all the way in, George surprised her by filling Ms Ashley's ass even more.

"Fuck, George. You are big, fucking big, big in my ass, my tight, yes, fuck, ass," his employer both noticed and commended the handyman as he continued to plough her backside.

"Fuck me, George, properly, hard," she urged him, having noticed he was reluctant to be as forceful as when he'd reamed her pussy, which even then was dripping from her most recent evident climax. Her own hand fuck was occasionally more rigorous, Rebecca had cause to rightly conclude.

"That's it, definitely, more, fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass, George, pull my hair, you dirty fuck..." Ms Ashley impelled him; whereupon, George grasped her bunched up hair in his left hand while he slapped his groin against his submissive employers ass cheeks, which rippled forward with each hard, determined forceful thrust.

"Like that," he exclaimed.

"Oh yes, like that, like that, fuck me, George," Rebecca continued to cry out and urge, as a monumental climax, one facilitated by that of her handyman's balls slapping her clit with each purposeful swing of his hips, quickly took shape and then seared a trail through her body. It began at her still shoed toes and resonated, finally, in her head, her handyman all the while railing her ass the same.

Having gotten George eventually to stop, Rebecca, her ass drawn tight around his black sceptre, moaned deliciously as she took herself from him. There would, of course, be other times, other such jobs for him to take care of, however, there was one final encore. She wanted what every neglected, sex starved woman needed, craved and deserved. She wanted her handyman's cum. To feel it on her body, to taste it on her tongue and to hungrily, yet satisfyingly, swallow it down her throat.

"Cum for me, George, cover my face and body. Oh!" Ms Ashley taking the first stream just when she finished, its warmth splashing her face as she'd wanted, and while every erotic act was captured by the hidden camera secreted amongst the books...!