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By *aveney1 OP Man
9 hours ago
Waveney Valley |
Queen’s Mansions was a smart block of flats for which our firm had the plumbing maintenance contract.Declan normally saw to this. Declan was a handsome Irish guy, pale skin, jet black hair cut short, stubble on his face and a sexy sprout at his open shirt collar. I had always fancied him but I was pretty sure he was straight.
Declan was away when an irate call came from one of the flats. Shower wasn’t working, so the boss sent me round. The door was opened by a strong featured guy in his fifties, a swimmer I would guess from his toned slender frame, and well groomed - terrifically posh. He was in some pretty poncy pyjamas and silk dressing gown. We went into the bathroom and he very irritably explained the problem. I held the shower head and found the fairly simple solution. Why hadn’t he? I wondered. So I turned the shower on full throttle, only for the full blast of cold water to hit him full in the face. It was, I swear, an accident but I rather enjoyed the feeling of power it gave me over this posh guy.
“Put it down…, put it it down,,” he spluttered. So I did. Down his pyjama trouser front, his cock and balls getting the full benefit of a cold blast. The look of astonishment on his face gave me thrill, so much so that I could feel my cock stirring. Punishing posh guys clearly gave me a sexual kick.
“Not down my front” he yelled. So I put it down the back of his trousers up his arse. What was now surprising was that his cock was clearly bulging as well.
My overalls were in danger of getting too wet so I got out of the shower and stripped them off. He staggered out, pulled off his sodden clothes and started to dry himself. I grabbed the towel, rubbed him roughly down, pulled it between his legs and gave him a wedgie or two. His cock showed no sign of softening and neither, most definitely, did mine. I seized him by the tits and forced him to his knees and face fucked him like there was no tomorrow. I thought, as he expertly licked and sucked my cut 7 inch cock, “You’ve done this before!”
After a while I ordered him into the bedroom. I arranged a pile pillows in the middle, pushed him on to his face with his arse in the air. I used a pair of silk (natch) socks to tie his skinny wrists to the metal rail at the bottom of the bed and then proceeded to pound him something rotten. However, the moans and squeals he was uttering as he writhed in unabashed pleasure was a surprising extra turn on. Finally I knew I was about to cum. I climbed off the bed, having seen a large dildo on the bedside cabinet, rammed that up his arse to more moans and squeals, and went round to point my enlarged prick( had I ever seen it so large?) at his stuck up face. I unloaded with all the force I could muster, covering it with a mountain of creamy cum. At about the same time his writhing and moaning reached a shuddering climax. It seemed he had enjoyed his humiliating pounding as much as I had.
When he was able to speak he said “You’ll find an envelope with a 100 quid in it on the hall table. That’s what Declan normally charges. Actually do you think you could come together next time? I quite fancy a spit roast.”
You wait till I see that Declan.
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