I heard my iPhone beep, and a small envelope icon caught my eye in the notification bar. My heart sank as I picked up the device, revealing my ex-husband’s face on the screen. Without even opening the message, I sensed it was bad news. It was one of those days when everything that could go wrong did.
Waking up late, wrangling my rebellious teenage sons, and spilling coffee on my pristine white blouse just as I was about to leave the house were mere appetisers to the disasters ahead. The flashing fuel gauge light in my car served as a cruel reminder of my procrastination from the night before. Today was the epitome of “one of those days.” To top it off, my car sputtered to a halt just fifty yards from the garage.
Ignoring all the rules about texting while driving, I read the incoming message and clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to scream. My ex-husband announced he couldn’t pick up the boys from football this afternoon—no explanation, no apology. Swearing like a sailor, I hurled my iPhone across the car, earning a honk from the driver behind me. I shot them a glare before refocusing on the road to Kensington, where I had an appointment with Mr. Smith, an important client.
The magnificent Georgian house never failed to take my breath away, even though this wasn’t my first visit. Unusually, it had its own driveway, though today, it was occupied by a builder’s pickup truck and a mobile office. As I parked next to the Transit, a young man dressed in a snug t-shirt and jeans stepped out. His tight shirt showcased an impressive six-pack, and despite my irritation, I couldn’t help but murmur, “Hmm, not bad.”
As I exited my car, he looked up from his smartphone and approached me, extending his hand.
“Hello, you’re Mrs. Detroit. A pleasure to meet you. I know you were expecting Mr. Smith, but he called this morning to say he’s on urgent business in Germany and won’t be here today.”
This unexpected twist wasn’t the end of the world—just another irritation to add to my list. I tilted my head, keeping my composure. “And you are?” I asked as I reached for his hand.
“I’m Daniel Stigman, Mr. Smith’s contractor. You can call me Stig.” He handed me his business card, but as I tried to take it, he held on, a mischievous glint in his eye. Frustration tightened my chest, and just as I was about to explode, he released the card, nearly knocking me off balance. He caught my wrist, steadying me, and I felt a spark at his touch.
“Thank you,” I said through gritted teeth, wishing for a lightning bolt to strike him down.
“You’re a bit overdressed for a building site,” he remarked teasingly.
“Well, I was expecting to meet Mr. Smith, not his personal jester,” I shot back, locking eyes with him. “Now, if we could get on with this, that would be great.”
Stig raised his hands in mock surrender, his smirk only fueling my irritation further. “Whoa, Mama bear. I was just trying to be friendly. But if that’s how you want it, that’s cool.” He turned on his heel, striding toward the house.
“The building plans you drew up for the RSJ…” he paused, glancing back at me, his eyes locking onto mine. “I have some reservations about what’s been drawn and what I can see now that I’ve opened a hole in the ceiling.”
Disagreements between builders and architects were common, especially with complicated projects like Mr. Smith’s renovations. I wasn’t in the mood for a debate today and silently vowed not to let Stig steamroll me.
I pulled my iPad from my bag, a shield against his smugness. “I’ve got everything I need on this. I highly doubt anything is wrong,” I replied, my voice dripping with confidence.
“We’ll see,” he said, moving toward the front door.
Just as I was about to follow him, Stig barred my way with one muscular arm. “Mrs. Detroit, you might be the architect, but those fancy high heels aren’t appropriate for a construction site. Safety shoes?”
I blinked, realising he had me at a disadvantage. My cheeks warmed with embarrassment, and I wanted to slap his face for his smug smile. Health and safety regulations were clear, and I had neglected to put on my boots.
“Yes, they’re in my car,” I replied, forcing a smile. “Wouldn’t want to violate the rules, would we?”
As I walked toward my vehicle, I felt his eyes on me, a palpable tension in the air. Looking over my shoulder confirmed my suspicion—he was watching intently. My trouser suit fit snugly, accentuating my curves, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
Once I reached my car, I quickly slipped on my mud-encrusted work boots, then donned a high-visibility vest for good measure. Returning to the front door, I expected Stig to say, “Follow me.” Instead, he blocked my entrance again.
“What is the problem now?” I hissed through clenched teeth, irritation bubbling up inside me.
“Although it’s officially a construction site, it’s still Mr. Smith’s house,” Stig pointed out, crossing his arms with that infuriatingly confident stance. “Please clean them.”
Rolling my eyes, I demanded how he expected me to achieve that.
“Wait here.” He disappeared into the house, and I took a moment to compose myself, fuming at his audacity. A minute later, he returned, a small, sturdy brush in hand. I raised an eyebrow, incredulous.
“You must be joking,” I said, disbelief flooding my voice.
He handed me the brush with a smirk, and I dropped to my knees, scrubbing my boots against the old wooden porch. I felt his gaze on me, and it sent shivers down my spine. How he looked at me—intense, almost hungry—made it hard to focus.
After a moment, I snapped, “Is that enough?”
“Looks good from where I’m standing,” he replied, but his eyes were no longer on my boots. They roamed my body, lingering on my chest. I followed his gaze, realising he had a clear view down my blouse from my position. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I felt embarrassment and something else—something electric.
Before I could call him out on his blatant staring, I noticed the undeniable bulge in the front of his jeans. My breath hitched in surprise. A forty-year-old, married mother of two teenage boys had somehow excited this young man. My heart raced, a flurry of butterflies erupting in my stomach.
I quickly looked down, focusing on my boots, but the tension between us was palpable. I’d never thought of myself as alluring, especially after my failed marriage, but the reality of Stig’s attention made me question that. I finished cleaning my boots and stood, determined to retain my composure.
“Is that better?” I asked, feigning nonchalance.
“Yes, on behalf of Mr. Smith, thank you,” he said, a playful smile tugging at his lips. He extended my iPad toward me, holding it just out of reach, clearly relishing the moment.
“Stig, please,” I said, my voice laced with irritation and something more. “Give it back.”
“I’m not your enemy, Andrea,” he said softly, his eyes locking onto mine. “In fact, I’m quite the opposite.” His touch lingered as he finally released the iPad, sending a jolt of electricity through my fingers.
“Lighten up a little,” he continued, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “You’re too beautiful to be so wound up.”
His compliment caught me off guard, and I felt my defences wavering. “You don’t know me,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly.
“But I want to,” he said, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. The air between us crackled with tension, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
I swallowed hard, torn between the urge to push him away and the inexplicable desire to lean in. “Look, I’m here to work,” I managed, my heart racing as I tried to regain control.
He took a step back, but his eyes remained locked on mine. “Work can wait. You’ve had a rough day, and I can help with that.”
I raised an eyebrow, sceptical. “How do you propose to help?”
“Well, I do have a redeeming feature, but before I could show it to you, I’d need to get to know you better,” he suggested, his voice low and inviting.
“Are you suggesting what I think you’re suggesting?” I asked, feigning disbelief, though the flutter in my stomach betrayed my interest.
“Maybe I am. Or maybe I’m not, who knows? Maybe I just want to see how you handle a little fun amidst the chaos,” he replied, his tone teasing yet sincere.
The tension between us thickened, and I considered his proposal for a moment. There was something undeniably magnetic about him. But I shook my head, trying to dispel the thoughts that spiralled in my mind.
“Stig, I’m not looking for complications,” I said firmly, but even I could hear the uncertainty in my voice.
“Complications? Or maybe just a little excitement?” he challenged, stepping closer again, invading my personal space.
I could feel his breath against my skin, and my resolve weakened. “You’re incorrigible,” I whispered, my heart hammering.
“Maybe,” he replied, his gaze dropping to my lips, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might lean in and kiss me. The air between us pulsed with unspoken desires, and I felt a thrill of anticipation.
But just as quickly as it had built, the moment shattered. “We should get back to the plans,” I said, breaking the spell, my voice barely above a whisper. I turned away, desperate to regain my composure.
“Right,” he said, his tone shifting back to business, but the tension still simmered beneath the surface. As we moved inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something I wasn’t quite ready for yet profoundly craved.
As we stepped into the bright, airy kitchen, the transformation from the construction site outside was stark. Sunlight poured through the large windows, illuminating the fresh paint and polished counters. Stig moved to the table where the building plans lay spread out, and I followed, trying to focus on work despite the lingering heat between us.
“Now, about the reinforced steel joist,” he said, pointing to the plans. “The existing basement wall construction won’t support the weight. If we don’t address it, we risk a serious structural failure.”
I leaned over the table to get a closer look, unintentionally brushing my arm against his. The contact sent a jolt through me, and I quickly pulled back, trying to maintain my composure. “You’re right,” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. “We’ll need to adjust the design.”
Stig’s gaze lingered on me, a mixture of admiration and desire in his eyes. “You know your stuff, Andrea. I can see why Mr. Smith hired you.”
“Thanks,” I said, trying to downplay the compliment while my heart raced under his scrutiny. “But I’m not here for flattery.”
“Fair enough,” he said, a teasing smile on his lips. “But can you blame me for appreciating the view?”
I shot him a warning look, but the corners of my mouth twitched in spite of myself. “Focus, Stig. We’re professionals here.”
“Professionals, yes. But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves a bit.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “What’s the point of this if we can’t have some fun along the way?”
His words hung in the air, filled with double meaning. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks again, fighting the urge to acknowledge our chemistry. I cleared my throat, forcing myself to concentrate on the plans. “Let’s discuss the load-bearing requirements.”
As we worked through the details, our hands brushed occasionally, each touch sending sparks of electricity between us. The air was thick with tension, and I found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than Stig. The way he moved and spoke—it all pulled me in.
After a while, Stig stood back, running a hand through his tousled hair. “So, what’s the plan? You’re the architect, after all.”
I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the distracting thoughts swirling in my mind. “I need to see the basement wall, but if everything you’ve said is correct, we’ll need to reinforce them, then adjust the ceiling joists accordingly.”
Stig nodded, his expression serious. “Sounds good, the stepladder is this way.” As we walked, the turmoil in my mind continued. Then Stig spoke.
“So, how did you end up in this line of work?” Stig asked, breaking the silence.
I considered my answer carefully. “I’ve always had a passion for design and architecture. After my divorce, I needed a fresh start, something to focus on.”
He shot me a sidelong glance. “It sounds like you’ve had a rough time of it.”
“That’s putting it mildly,” I replied, tingling with bitterness. “But I’m not one to dwell on the past. I prefer to look forward.”
Stig nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s admirable. It’s not easy to move on, especially with kids involved.”
I felt a warmth spread through me at his understanding. “It’s a challenge, but they keep me grounded.”
“What happened?”
“He had an affair with his secretary, and when she asked him to move in with her, he accepted. We went through a quick divorce, and I thought that would be the end of it. A year later, he showed up at my doorstep, claiming he made a big mistake and begging for forgiveness. Like a fool, I took him back, hoping we could work things out. It turned out to be the worst mistake of my life,” I concluded ruefully.
“Why’s that?”
“He hadn’t changed at all. After a couple of months, we slipped back into our old routine, which wasn’t exciting the first time around. To make matters worse, my mother-in-law informed me that my ex was sniffing around his girlfriend again. That was the last straw. I told him to leave. Unfortunately, while he found a new house, it won’t be available for a couple of weeks, so he’s currently sleeping in the spare bedroom.”
His sincere compliment caught me off guard. It had been a long time since someone had called me beautiful, and I suddenly felt insecure. To stall for time, I brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear and smiled shyly.
“Thanks,” I stammered, “and please call me Andrea. Mrs. Detroit makes me sound so old.”
A low, appreciative chuckle resonated through the basement.
“When I took him back, he should have been honest. If he was just looking for a place to stay because she kicked him out, I would have let him. I’m not heartless; he is the father of my children. I guess I secretly hoped things might work out, but he didn’t need to lead me on.”
Stig continued to watch me closely, his expression shifting to one of understanding.
“It’s not like the sex was great, either. It wasn’t, but it was safe, and sometimes safe is enough. It’s been years since I’ve enjoyed anything casual or had a one-night stand. Him coming back felt dependable.”
He smiled, a playful glimmer in his eyes. “Now that you’re divorced, maybe you should spread your wings and try someone new—someone undependable,” he suggested with a playful smile. His gaze locked onto mine, and a flutter of excitement surged through me.
“Oh, I don’t know about that, Stig,” I replied shyly. “I’ve got two teenage sons.”
“You look fantastic,” he interrupted, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Very sexy, especially in those safety boots and high-vis top.”
I felt the heat rise in my cheeks under his intense gaze. “Thanks, Stig. You’re quite perceptive.” My heart raced, but I knew I had to maintain some distance. “I appreciate the offer, Stig, but I’m not looking for complications. Now, what were we talking about?”
I ignored the smirk playing on his lips as I changed the subject, fully aware of my blush.
“The reinforced steel joist needed to support the kitchen floor above us is too heavy for the existing wall construction. If you look through that hole in the ceiling,” and Stig nodded toward the missing panels, “you’ll see what I mean.”
As I climbed the stepladder to peer through the gap, I was acutely aware that Stig had a perfect view of my backside, especially with my trousers riding up, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he preferred a nice rear or a generous bosom.
With my head and shoulders poking through the ceiling, I studied the structural situation, acutely aware of my vulnerable position, all the while thinking about what I’d do if he suddenly pulled my trousers down and put his head between my thighs. The thought of him actually doing that sent a thrill down my spine. Adjusting Stig’s worklamp, I shook my head to clear the torrid thoughts from my mind.
When I descended the ladder, Stig held it steady, but instead of stepping back, he stood his ground. As my backside brushed against his hard body, I felt an undeniable rush of heat. The moment my feet touched the floor, his arousal was unmistakable, and despite the business context, I felt a wave of desire wash over me.
Turning to face him, I couldn’t help but glance at his crotch, my curiosity getting the better of me.
When I descended the ladder, Stig held it steady, but instead of stepping back, he stood his ground. As my backside brushed against his hard body, I felt an undeniable rush of heat. The moment my feet touched the floor, his arousal was unmistakable, and despite the business context, I felt a wave of desire wash over me.
Turning to face him, I couldn’t help but glance at his crotch, my curiosity getting the better of me.
“What do you suggest, Stig?” I asked, biting my bottom lip, fully aware of the tension crackling in the air between us.
“Depends on which problem we’re addressing, Andrea,” he replied, a teasing glint in his eyes as he reached for the buttons on his jeans. The butterflies in my stomach went wild.
Barely believing what I was witnessing, I watched breathlessly as he undid the buttons, revealing an impressive erection. The sexual energy between us intensified, and I felt my own body responding instinctively.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly as he tugged at his cock leisurely.
“I think so,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. As I placed my iPad on the stepladder, I reached for him, feeling the heat radiate off his body as he moved closer, pulling me into his embrace.
Stig drew me closer, wrapping an arm around my waist, and I felt my heart race at the sudden intimacy. For a moment, I was caught off guard, my breath hitching as his hand moved towards my thighs, his fingers deftly exploring my curves. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine, igniting a spark of desire I hadn’t felt in a long time.
As he leaned in, his other hand slipped beneath the fabric of my high-visibility vest, sending a rush of heat coursing through me. I could feel the weight of his gaze on me, and how his fingers brushed against my skin was exhilarating. My body responded instinctively, excitement and vulnerability flooding my senses.
I glanced down, suddenly aware of how my blouse clung to me, revealing the effect he was having. A blend of apprehension and exhilaration filled the air between us, and I felt my cheeks flush as I met his intense gaze.
“Andrea…” he murmured, his voice low and filled with something I couldn’t quite decipher.
I held his gaze, torn between the thrill of the moment and the reality of my situation. Our connection was undeniable, and I sensed this was a turning point.
“Stig, we shouldn’t…” I began, but my voice faltered as the heat between us intensified. He looked at me with that smouldering intensity, and I felt a thrill run through me. I had always prided myself on being a lady, but I desperately wanted to be consumed by this moment.
“Forget the basement walls,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, sending shivers down my spine. “I think we have something much more exciting to explore.” He stepped closer, the space between us charged with unspoken words and desires. Everything else faded away that instant, leaving just the two of us suspended in a moment that felt both exhilarating and dangerous.
“Is that so?” I replied, a playful smirk dancing on my lips. I leaned closer and whispered, “What exactly do you have in mind?”
Another hand gripped my waist, pulling me closer. “Why don’t you let me show you how good it can be?” His words dripped with promise, and I felt my body respond instantly. I wasn’t sure what would happen if I pushed his hand away from between my thighs, but the thought barely crossed my mind; I didn’t want to. Stig’s fingers moved higher, brushing against a sensitive spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. A familiar flutter in my belly, one I hadn’t felt in ages, made me gasp. I desperately covered his hand with mine, silently urging him not to stop.
As Stig guided me closer to the edge of desire, I instinctively pressed my hips into his touch, our lips colliding in a heated kiss. His tongue danced with mine, igniting a fire that consumed us both. I finally pulled back, overwhelmed by a wave of ecstasy that escaped my lips in a loud gasp. I had not just approached the brink of pleasure—I had leapt into it.
A deep moan filled the air as my body trembled against his solid frame. My hips moved erratically, and for a brief moment, I closed my eyes, surrendering to the bliss. It was as if I had plunged into a dark sea of euphoria, with stars exploding behind my eyelids, each wave of sensation pulling me deeper into an intoxicating bliss.
“Thank you, Stig,” I blushed, I haven’t done anything like that…ever,” I admitted, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. We stood there, watching each other, waiting for the other to make a move, and for a horrifying moment, when he moved his hands from between my legs, I thought he wasn’t going to take things any further. Then he moved his hands to my shoulders. Even though he was strong enough to force me to my knees, he didn’t have to. I knelt before him, my gaze steady. “You want me to beg for it?” I challenged, my voice sultry and teasing.
Absolutely,” he replied, entwining his fingers into my hair. Stig grabbed hold of his manhood and began slapping it masterfully against my face. His breathing grew heavier as he teased me. “And just so you know, I’m not going to spare you; you’re going to feel every inch of me.”
My pulse quickened at his words, a thrill of excitement coursing through me. “Then what are you waiting for?” I shot back, my voice dripping with desire. Our eyes met, as I offered a token resistance, but we both knew I couldn’t keep it up for long, and when his engorged tip brushed against my lips, I willingly opened my mouth.
“Suck it, Andrea,” he ordered, his voice gruff with lust. “That’s my girl,” he groaned, pressing his cock into my mouth. “Take it.”
Usually, I like to be in control when I give a blowjob, but that wasn’t on the cards today, so grabbing hold of his jeans, now bunched around his upper thighs, I opened my mouth some more and waited. However, Stig wasn’t done teasing me. He pulled his manhood from my mouth and traced it over my upturned face. This display of macho power would have usually turned me off, but here, at this moment, my spine tingled as he brushed his cock over my chin and slapped it against my cheeks, each time passing his thick dome over my hungry lips.
His teasing was working because I can’t ever remember wanting to suck someone’s cock like I craved Stig’s, and with each pass, I moaned wantonly. Eventually, my conqueror relented and pushed his engorged flesh between my soft lips. Overwhelmed with a desire to please this young man, I opened my mouth as wide as possible and took as much of Stig’s cock as I could. Even though the young man still had his fingers entwined in my hair, he was content to watch my head bob up and down furiously as I took a good deal of his cock into my mouth.
“Oh, yeah, mama,” I heard Stig moan, “You’re sure hungry for that cock, aren’t you?”
I tried nodding in reply, but his thick cock down my throat prevented that, so I continued sucking him vigorously until he pulled my head backwards.
“Nooo,” I gasped, trying desperately to keep Stig’s cock inside my mouth. I felt the drool trickling down my chin, and as I looked up at the young man, I wiped it away.
“Jesus, it’s so big. I want more,” I panted and reached for the greasy shaft wavering in front of my face.
“No, no, no, you don’t, Andrea,” he replied, slapping my hand away. “I’m in charge here,” he said, pulling me to my feet. Then he manoeuvred me towards the workbench. “Now I’m going to fuck you.”
oØo
If anyone had suggested to me this morning that I would spend the afternoon caught in a whirlwind of longing for a builder, I would have called them crazy. Yet here I was, leaning over his bench, consumed by a desire that overshadowed everything else. The thought of having Stig inside me was all I could focus on.
“Now, drop’ em, Darling,” he ordered, casually wanking his cock.
My cheeks flushed at his coarse words, but I felt excitement coursing through me. The air was thick with unspoken tension as I shifted my stance, glancing over my shoulder at him. My heart raced, wondering how we had arrived at this moment.
“Don’t make me regret it, Stig,” I urged, my voice a sultry challenge as I undid my waistband. Then I pulled my trousers and knickers over my hips and bent over the workbench, exposing myself to him. “Give me your big cock, make me feel it,” I growled. Shocking myself with my vulgar language, I saw the young man wink at me. Grabbing the edge of the bench, I spread my legs and wiggled my naked bum at him.
“Anything the lady wants,” he muttered and shuffled towards me, cock in hand and an intense look in his eyes. As he approached, I felt my anticipation rising and held my breath when he bent his knees to line up his attack.
Even though I had my jaws clenched together, a short moan escaped my mouth as Stig’s cock slid along my pussy lips, splitting them open. His thick dome found my entrance, and with one thrust, his erection entered me. Despite Stig’s thick girth, his cock slid, albeit with a gasp, easily into me and made me feel like a woman again. And as I pondered my good fortune, Stig ground his wiry pubic hair against my buttocks, and I realised with a shock, one of the biggest cocks I’d ever encountered was buried deep inside me.
Stig lent over me, his warm breath wafting over my neck.” Are you ready for a good fucking Mrs fancy pants architect,” he growled into my ear.
Nodding vigorously, I gripped the edge of the workbench tighter and waited. Stig grabbed my hips and began pulling his hips backwards. The feeling of emptiness was terrible, but it was only momentary because just as Stig’s cock was about to exit my receptive body, he slammed his hips forward, and his glorious manhood disappeared deep inside me again.
“God, you feel incredible,” I gasped, pushing me closer to the edge. “Oh, fuck yes,” I moaned, my breath hitching as he kept thrusting into me. His size was overwhelming, and I could feel his every inch filling me. Desperate to show him how much I wanted this, I pushed back. “Fuck me, Stig,” I cried, “give it to me good!”
His fingers dug into my hips as he continued pounding me with his huge cock. I’d asked him to show me no mercy, and it seemed Stig was determined to grant me my every wish.
” Does Mr Smith’s slutty architect like my big cock hammering into her?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunted as each thrust forced my hips into the solid, unforgiving workbench.
“Is that all you’ve got? Give it to me, you big pricked bastard,” I cried, not knowing what had come over me. Never in my wildest dreams could I have considered this scenario, but here I was, and I wanted more.
oØo
I think my words stung Stig’s ego because he grabbed my hair and increased the power of his thrusts. His energetic movements caused my erect nipples to rub constantly against the rough wooden surface. Due to their sensitivity, the harsh treatment was almost becoming unbearable, but I couldn’t and wouldn’t ask Stig to stop.
” Auuhh,” I cried as a hot, searing pain from my posterior suddenly coursed through my body. With a shock, I realised the young man had spanked me. Another slap resounded throughout the empty room, and I yelped again. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes like saucers, I saw Stig grinning wickedly at me.
“Don’t look that surprised, Andrea,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Sluts who pretend they’re ladies need a good spanking.” Before I could say anything, another stinging slap caused the heat in my buttocks to increase.
“Don’t stop, you bastard,” I cried and was rewarded with another solid spank. Grabbing my hair, he pulled me up straight and twisted my head to face his. As our lips met and our tongues battled, Stig grabbed my breasts and kneaded them hard.
“You’re a dirty bitch, Andrea,” he grunted as he pushed me back over the workbench, “and I love teaching dirty bitches a lesson.” He stepped back, withdrawing his cock from my dripping cunt and spanked my arse earnestly. Slap after slap rained down on my bare buttocks, and the heat in my loins increased exponentially with each spank.
“How bad do you want me to punish you?” Stig demanded as he pushed his cock back inside me.
“Ooh God, just do it,” I moaned, letting my head hang in supplication. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back until we stared at each other. I saw the lust in his eyes and knew they mirrored mine, and shivers ran down my spine.
“Pleeaassee,” I sobbed as his pubic hair scratched my superheated buttocks when Stig ground hard against me. “Please, I’ve been a very slutty girl.”
As he pounded my cunt, he kept telling me naughty girls were his favourite girls. Even though I was a lot older than him, hearing this young man call me a naughty girl pushed all the right buttons, and when he asked if I was bad enough for him, I nodded eagerly.
“Yes,” I gasped. “I’m your bad girl, Stig, do anything you want with me, make me yours.”
Despite not having known who Stig was only an hour ago, I knew there was nothing I would deny him.
“Good,” I heard him say, pounding my cunt hard, each deep thrust forcing me to whimper erotically.
“Spread your arse, Andrea; you know what I want to see,” Stig ordered, his tone countering zero tolerance. Wanting to please my new lover, I grabbed hold of my superheated cheeks, flinching in discomfort when I touched the rosy-coloured skin and pulled my buttocks apart. I heard Stig hawk, and a warm glob of saliva landed just above my puckered rear entrance.
Holding my breath, I jumped when Stig’s thumb began massaging the viscous fluid into my twitching arsehole. Gritting my teeth, I waited in a state of wanton anticipation until the thick digit entered my back passage. As Stig’s thumb began to disappear, I felt his cock throbbing inside me, betraying his excitement.
Suddenly, his whole thumb was inside me, eliciting a gasp from my lips. The intense fucking had subsided into something more leisurely now, his strokes more relaxed than before. When he pulled his hips backwards, his thumb seemed to penetrate deeper into my arse as he buried his cock back inside me. No one had ever done that to me before, and I didn’t want it to end, but Stig had other ideas. He withdrew his thumb from my arse and his cock from my dripping wet cunt. Then he placed his throbbing manhood between my buttocks.
“Sluts like you deserve a good ass fucking, Andrea,” he growled and pressed the engorged head against my rear entrance. “Is this what you want?” he demanded.
“Yessssss,” I moaned and felt him gently push his cock into me.
“Oh fuck!” I wailed as my sphincter stretched to accommodate his thick shaft. Despite wanting it, tears welled in my eyes, and I clamped my teeth into the sleeve of my blouse as Stig continued to drive his manhood into me.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” Stig grunted before spitting into the palm of his hand. “We need some more lubrication; otherwise, this could hurt,” and he moved his hand down to his manhood. “That’s better,” he said a few seconds later, and I felt him move. His cock surged forward, and just as I thought I couldn’t take any more, I heard Stig chuckle.
“Fucking hell, only dirty sluts can take all my cock in the arse, and yours has swallowed mine completely.”
“Fuuuckkk.”
“You’re so damn tight,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “I could stay buried inside you forever.”
“Then do it,” I urged, my body arching to meet him. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you lose control.” To be honest, I’d never had a cock as big as Stig’s before, and despite the initial burning sensation, I felt a certain amount of pride at being able to take all of him. I pushed back against him. Taking this as a sign of my compliance, Stig grabbed my hips again and began pumping his cock into me.
At first, he employed long, slow strokes for which I was grateful, but my craving for more quickly grew. “Harder,” I urged, reaching back and resting a hand on his bum.
“I’ll give you more, Andrea,” Stig announced, his tone full of praise as he increased his grip on my hips. “So fucking peachy,” he said, plunging his meat deep inside me.
“Yes, Stig! Just like that!” I cried, feeling the tension build within me. “I want to feel every inch of you. You’re driving me wild!”
“Good,” he replied, his voice thick with lust. “Because I’m just getting started. I want to hear you scream my name.”
“Fuck me, you bastard,” I hissed, pushing my backside backwards and tensing my abdominal muscles around his big dick.
“You dirty bloody slut, I’ll fucking show you,” he cursed and gave my bum another stinging slap.
My insult must have hit home because his thrusts became more savage, and the ferocity forced the breath from my lungs. As Stig’s grunts filled the room, he grabbed my hair and gave it a short yank. Looking over my shoulder, the glint of lust filled his gaze, and a thin smile of exertion contorted his handsome face. On the side of his face, sweat trickled towards his thick neck, and his breathing was heavy. When Stig saw me looking at him, he winked,
“You like my big cock in your tushy, don’t you?” he demanded, grunting loudly.
Did he want me to confess how much I loved feeling his manhood reaming my back passage? Did he want to hear how much I craved the feeling of his cock reaching places no other man had reached? I could have told him that, and I wouldn’t have been lying either, but I didn’t want to pump up his ego any more than it needed to, so I responded in the best way possible;— Biting my lip, I nodded and groaned.
“What? I didn’t hear you, Sluuut?”
“Yes! Yes, Yes, you bastard. You know I like how you’re fucking me,” I cried “Oh, it’s so big…”
As I spoke, Stig thrust his erection as deep as he could into me. My eyes bulged, and my jaw went slack, and for a tiny moment, I was speechless.
“I’m gonna cum, you slut; I’m gonna shoot your dirty fucking arse with hot, thick spunk. Then I’m going to watch it dribble out of your gaping arsehole,” Stig announced, slamming his cock into me again and again.
“Do it… Go on, do it… Come on, do it to me, you fucker,” I screamed back at him as he rammed his prick harder than before into me.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” he groaned, letting go of my hair, before yelling, “I’m gonna cum.”
I expected him to shoot his load deep into my bowels and felt his first ejaculation splatter my insides. However, instead of thrusting his cock deeper into me, Stig pulled his pulsating manhood from my back passage and, while moaning loudly, began jerking himself furiously.
“Oh fuck,” he roared, and a scorching hot streak of spunk landed on my buttocks. Looking over my shoulder, I watched the young man tugging his cock while thrusting his hips forward. Each thrust expelled more creamy semen over my arse as the young man emptied his balls.
“Oh shit,” he growled, rubbing his cock over my cum-covered skin, pooling the sticky liquid into my crack and massaging it into my starfish.
“Hmmm, that was fantastic,” I sighed and reached for his manhood. He shuddered wildly when my fingernails touched his glistening dome, and he immediately pulled his hips back.
“Sorry, Darling, but my cock’s always sensitive after I’ve finished. When you touch it like that…” He grinned, suddenly looking like a mischievous boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“I didn’t mean to…” I began apologising, but he silenced me with a gentle finger pressed to my lips.
“Don’t be sorry, Andrea. You were incredible—one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”
His words were sweet, yet they stirred a mix of emotions within me, including an unexpected sense of shame. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson as I hastily pulled my trousers and knickers up from around my knees. With a quick, flustered “Excuse me,” I made my way toward the stairs, searching for a bathroom to gather my thoughts.
oØo
Stig waited for me in the lobby, holding my handbag and iPad as I descended the stairs. I had lost track of time while rearranging my clothes and fixing my makeup, wholly absorbed in the aftermath of our encounter. My mind kept replaying the moment Stig pulled out of me, covering my bum with his hot, thick spunk, claiming me in such an intimate way. No one had ever branded me as their own like that before, and the memory was so arousing that I found myself unable to resist touching myself. Yet the woman in the mirror scolded me for being such an easy lay, and with mixed feelings, I finally managed to make myself presentable.
As I walked down the stairs, Stig’s eyes followed my every step, and my guilt threatened to overwhelm me. My trousers, still damp from his release, brushed against the insides of my thighs with each movement, serving as a constant reminder of what had just transpired. I felt my cheeks heat up again, but Stig’s warm smile seemed to read my thoughts.
“Andrea, your husband’s a fool. Only a complete idiot would let a woman like you slip away,” he said, his expression softening. “Still, one man’s loss is another’s gain, right?”
“Thank you, Stig,” I replied, his kind words easing my guilt somewhat. “I’ve never done anything like that before,” I confessed, the reproachful woman in the mirror returning to haunt my thoughts.
“There’s no reason to feel ashamed, Andrea. I wish more women enjoyed sex like you do. It’s refreshing and makes a man’s job so much easier.” I appreciated his attempt to comfort me and smiled back at him. “Of course, it helps if one’s well-endowed,” he added with a cheeky grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His outrageous statement helped hide my shame, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Well, you certainly have the right tool for the job,” I shot back, returning his flirtation with a playful smile.
“No use having a big hammer if you don’t know how to use it,” Stig replied, giving me a wink. “And now you know where to find me, don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” I said, my smile lazy and content.
“Normally, I discuss any issues with Mr Smith, but since he’s away, I’ll probably have to have daily meetings with the architect,” he continued, as casually as discussing the weather. “And if anything urgent comes up, I can always reach out to her, right?”
“Yes, you can, Stig,” I replied, leaning in to peck him on the cheek.
As I turned to walk toward the front door, my iPhone began ringing. I reached for the doorknob, glancing over my shoulder to see Stig holding his mobile phone to his ear, his other hand cupping his groin.
