Outside, the sound of the lawnmower wakes Jessica up from her pleasant dream of making love to a handsome male model on the beach. She doesn’t want to wake up. He was just about to lick her wet pussy. She wants to just sleep the lazy Saturday away. She knows that if she wakes up, she will have to do some kind of work that day. It might be working on her term paper about the disgusting world of roaches or it could be cleaning up the house that badly needed it. Maybe she could start planning her mother’s birthday party. She didn’t want to. It wasn’t like her mother would care. She wanted to spend the day relaxing instead of conquering her to-do list.
She got up from her bed wearing only her tiny white and gold silk night gown and placed her feet into her slippers before drifting downstairs and getting a cup of coffee. Coffee was a lazy woman’s best friend, also a lazy college student’s only friend. School was hard, not many people tell you that, but it is. She didn’t want to think about all the homework she had to do before Tuesday – she wanted to live in the now; at least until noon.
Set down on her dining room table was the newspaper and the gardening bill. She pushed the thin green envelope to the side not wanting to think of the money she had to find to pay him for his hard labor. Instead, she began reading the newspaper, looking at every article that she might enjoy reading between sips of warm coffee.
“Hey, good morning,” Danny, the gardener, walked into the room. He smelled of sweet freshly-cut grass mixed with his classic musk. The sweat around his face and neck made him glisten in the sunlight. His semi-clean green shirt was tucked into his tight dark jeans that showed off his slender waist, most likely hiding a perfect “V” that pointed to his large cock.
She wanted to fuck him from the first day she saw him. It was a distant fantasy. Fucking a man like him would be so bad …but so good. She was sure he was a good fuck.
“Hey Danny.” She noticed her nipples starting to point out and her pussy begin dripping its moisture onto the dining room chair due to the small thong she was wearing. She wondered how he would react to her moistness if he could. Maybe he would do nothing but leave. She wondered how big he was. Maybe he tasted good. She tried to rid the dirty thoughts from her mind but it was hard. She didn’t hire him to fuck with. She did in fact hire him to work.
“So I’m all done. Can I get this month’s check?” He hadn’t really noticed her silk night gown nor had he noticed her looking at his crotch while she licked her lips.
“Oh yeah, your money.” She got up and ran to the front door where her purse was. Opening it, she realized she hadn’t been to the bank in a few days. She had no cash on her. She turned around to him smiling.
By now, he was trying not to stare at her body. The tiny thin gown hugged her in every possible way. It made her body scream “fuck me” to the handsome before her. He began to blush slightly, trying to look away from her, trying his hardest to be polite, but it wasn’t working very well. She looked down briefly, noticing the large bulge in his pants had grown bigger.
“Well I haven’t been to the bank in a while. I don’t have any cash on me. Maybe we could do an exchange of some sort?”
He cleared his throat, not knowing what she had in mind. “What kind of exchange?”
She winked at him sweetly before dropping her hand over his cock. “I could suck this for you.” She rubbed the tip of his cock under his pants and he let out a manly moan. He couldn’t speak, so instead he shook his head. She bent down onto her knees.
She unzipped him quickly and took his eight inch cock into her hands. “I knew you would be big. I’ve been dying to taste you since I met you,” she said before placing her warm lips over him and taking him deep into her mouth.
“You should have said something,” he panted softly. “Fuck, you know how to give a good blow job.” She moved her mouth around him, using her tongue to lick his tip every chance she got.
“You taste good,” she purred again, licking the tip of his cock that was now fully erect, now standing at least ten inches long. She held his balls in one hand and the other guided him deeper into her wet and waiting mouth. She sucked him hard, rubbing and squeezing his balls while she sucked him up and down and pushed him deeper down her throat. His taste was addictive. He tasted a lot like orange juice, sweet with a hint of tartness. She knew right then she would be happy to swallow his cum down. She’d be happy to take every drop of it. She had always been a cum lover and today would be no different. She moved her mouth quicker, hoping he would cum hard and powerful.
“Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum.” His breathing became shallow. His body tensed up and became stiff as his orange flavored cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed the sweet taste of it and withdrew from him slowly, some of it dripping down her chin, his eyes still in a distant daze from his orgasm as she got up from her knees.
“So are we good now?” she asked, the taste of his cum still in her mouth.
“Damn good.” He pushed his still erect cock back into his pants and zipped them up. “Next time I want to feel inside you.” He winked at her, a huge smile on his face.
“Deal,” she said before walking away and going back to sit with her coffee to read her newspaper. “See you in a month, Danny.”
“Wait,” he said, following her into the kitchen. He didn’t want to wait until next time to taste her. “I want to taste you.” He bent down in front of her and spread her knees apart. Her freshly-shaved pussy looked ready to be eaten. And he was more than ready to enjoy a sweet helping of her cum in his mouth.
“You don’t have to,” she said, looking down at him.
Instead of backing away, he blew onto her clit. She moaned at the slight chill he sent through her body. He lowered his head and licked the length of her, stopping at her entrance. He forced his tongue into her, kissing the rest of her pussy lips while his tongue mapped out her insides. She purred softly. “Damn that feels so good,” she said, leaning back into the chair more and resting her head on it. She opened her legs wider, welcoming his tongue into her body.
He continued to force his tongue inside her entrance, enjoying the taste of it. “Shit, I’m gonna cum.” She cried out, her cum flowing into his mouth. He licked it up then moved up to the top of her clit, licking it there where her g-spot lived. He lowered his finger and pushed it into her while flicking her clit with his tongue. “Damn. You’re gonna make me cum again,” she said under her breath.
“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” he said before placing another finger inside her. He circled his tongue around her g-spot. He thrust his finger inside her more as she began to match his thrust. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum.” He flicked her clit harder with his lips, moving all around her sweetness, his fingers pushing deeper inside her. Her cum fell over his fingers and he removed them, licking up the sweetness of it.
“Next time, you gotta fuck me,” she said weakly, trying to get her breath back.
“I would fuck you right now, but I have another job to go to,” he said before bending down once again and blowing cold air onto her still-dripping-with-cum pussy. She moaned before closing her legs in reaction.
“See you in a month then.”
