I Am His Work In Progress

She came into the onsite office one day looking for the person in charge, she had some complaints about the noise and traffic disruption that the site was causing, and when she met the manager, a tall, handsome, and hands-on type of guy they made sure to work something out to benefit the both of them.

It was a warm spring day, she was wearing a short little tennis skirt and a tight shirt, her pink handbag strewn over her arm as she waltzed into the office, confident and with purpose, she knew what these types were like. Slamming her bag down, the manager appeared and she was taken aback. He was inviting, he understood her concerns and she found him wildly attractive with his bear and muscular physique. His color was that of a man who worked in the sunshine and she couldn’t help but feel flustered by him.

He offered her a coffee and they got comfortable on the small couch in his tin can of an office and then something she had never expected to happen happened. She kissed him, she couldn’t resist, he was too handsome and so far from her type that she just couldn’t stop herself. She usually went for business types, men in suits, men with huge bank balances, and not a hair out of place. This man was different, he was unkempt, unshaven, covered in dust and his overalls were stained. He was manly and she was all for it.

They kissed passionately and suddenly one thing led to another, this manly man was undressing her, pulling her shirt from her body and unpeeling her bra that was holding her big tits. He caressed them with his stained hands and sucked on them longingly as she spread her legs, aching to feel his manly cock inside of her. She had never done this type of thing before, she felt as his fingers began pushing against the lining of her panties before finding their way inside and against her wet slit, he pushed his two fingers inside of her and she cried out loudly, his fingers were big and they felt heavenly inside of her. He sucked on her tits as her fingered her and she pleaded with him to fuck her.

“Please…God, please…Fuck me now?”, she asked through moans and gritted teeth.

He pulled down his overalls and pulled out his cock, she was impressed by its size, long and girthy. She rubbed it with her hand momentarily before he pushed her away and began easing himself inside of her, teasing her opening before plunging himself inside of her. They both wanted a quick and hard fuck, nothing more. They knew what they were now both there for. He fucked her with everything he had, the small couch feeling as it if was buckling beneath them. He had never had sex with such a high-class lady before and she was something else, her pussy waxed, her clothes designer, and everything about her showed class but with her legs pinned back and her mouth moaning expletives, he knew she was harboring all kinds of dirty kinks.

He creamed all over the outside of her pussy, letting it dribble down her mound and over her pussy lips, and then he made her cum with his fingers, a skill he had mastered since he was young and she came so hard, losing all of her grace as he fucked the class out of her and made her cum without any holding back.

After that, she would come every few days to ‘complain’ and he would make sure to work on her needs and satisfy her and take care of her grievances like the model citizen that he was.

I'm Tamsin (also known as Tammy), I'm the writer of all of these erotic stories. I write what turns me on and it used to be just for my personal use, but I decided to release it publically. I hope you enjoy and if you do remember to leave a comment and if you want more become a private member. If you want to know more about me, this is my personal page.

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