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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - On Fire
It happens every time. Whenever my furnace decides to stop working, it goes back on right before the gasman gets to my house to check it out. It was getting to the point where I was worried that he would think I just wanted him over.
Truth was I did want him over. I was very fond of him. Actually I had the hots for him, even if it was that I called him to my house because I was freezing. He is tall and handsome, funny and intelligent, and sweet and charming. But I really did have a furnace problem.
I covered my body in a blanket as I shivered waiting for the heater to come on. Every time it went out, it would go back on after about four hours. So this time I decided to wait awhile to see if it would go on and when it didn’t, I finally gave in and called.
As I waited for the man to get to my house, I heard the click of the furnace blower finally going on.
“No! You stupid heater!” I yelled at it. Not that I wasn’t glad to be warm again, but it did it to me again.
As he walked up to the house and I opened the door, he said, “What did you do to it now?”
“Nothing. It’s working fine. It went on ten minutes ago,” I said.
“Sure, it did,” he said, teasing me.
The whole time he was here, the furnace came on just like clockwork. It couldn’t have worked more perfect. “Well, I’m going to order it a brain, and I will be back in a few days to put it in,” he said. All I kept thinking about was him coming back. I really wanted this gorgeous man that stood in front of me. I’d had a crush on him for so long. I wished I could think of a way to get him to notice me.
“Keep warm until I get back,” he said, on the way out the door.
“I would be warmer if you were here to keep me that way,” I said, not knowing where that statement came from. It wasn’t like I went around all the time and tried to pick up every utility guy. This one was just very special. I had known it for a long time.
“Is that an invitation?” He asked. I wanted so much to drag him back into the house and yell at him, “YES!”
But instead, I said, “Maybe.” He smiled bigger than usual. It was a smile I wouldn’t soon forget. I let it go at that, knowing he would be back. And did I ever have plans for his return. If he would take the bait, I would take him.
When he came back, I was ready for him. Putting my best face and attitude forward, I smiled as I saw his return. “How’s the furnace working for you?”
“Just fine,” I said. As he passed my body on the way through the door, I could feel his warmth. I wanted his arms around me, his lips on mine.
He went to work putting in the part. I stood next to him, watching, staring, dreaming, wanting him more than I thought possible. It had been such a long time since I had been with anyone. We both flirted. It was starting to be obvious that he had an interest in me just like I did with him.
“Will you kick me if I don’t fix it?” He asked, lying on the floor by the furnace. I was standing next to him, wearing a pull over shirt and skirt. I had on no shoes or nylons.
“I just want to be nice to you,” I said. If you only knew how nice, I thought.
“How nice?” He asked.
Without hesitation, I said, “How nice do you want me to be?”
He rolled over and looked up at me, a huge smile drifting across his face. He ran his hand up my leg slightly, then rolled back over to finish the furnace. I was quivering inside. I just wanted to get on the floor with him and make love to him. I knew I didn’t know him very well but it felt like I had known him for such a long time. He had been the same person that fixed my heater for years.
He got on his knees and turned the furnace on to see how it was working. I was standing right next to him when suddenly he pulled me into his arms and kissed him so very slow and passionate. My tongue wandered into his mouth, his playing with mine. Our bodies pressed against each other so tightly. I pressed my body against his, the flesh of his skin nearly burning mine. Our passion for each other was very apparent when we ended up in the living room on the floor. I wanted him more than I can ever convey into words. As we kissed and touched, our clothing came off.
I kissed my way down his body, licking in small circles. My fingers lightly touched the parts of his body that my tongue didn’t. When I had licked my way to his cock, I could only stare for a minute before licking around the head, then down the shaft to his balls. I heard his moans, which made me want to please him all the more. My mouth opened to take his entire shaft deep down my throat.
"Oh, baby," he moaned. I wanted so much to please him. Nothing else mattered. Faster with each thrust, he fucked my mouth. His balls grew tighter. As he grew more excited, so did I. I didn’t need to be touched to be wet and aching.
As he moaned, I happily swallowed his juices, letting some drip onto my breasts. It was warm on my flesh.
As soon as he stopped cumming, he pushed me back. He put my feet on his shoulders and let my knees drop. I squirmed as his fingers touched my clit to wiggle it back and forth. He let his finger dive deep inside me. Then I looked down to watch him bury his face between my legs.
His tongue licked my clit, then he sucked it hard. It felt so good. My hips moved with his tongue and my moans came as gasps. His fingers moved in me hard and fast as his tongue danced on my clit. I screeched as my body burst into orgasm. Before I finished cumming, he got between my legs, pushing his cock deep inside of my wetness. It was like cumming all over again. It just felt so awesome. The winds blew a fresh breeze over our sweating bodies. He kissed me as he move in and out of me. Then I grabbed onto him as I came again, this time, he moaned and came with me. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist as we rocked together.
I clung to him, hugging him so tight that I thought he would turn blue.
“I don’t pick up every utility man that comes to my house, you know?” I said to him, smiling, not wanting him to think that this was regular practice for me.
“I’m glad, because I’ve never been with a customer before.”
“I’m glad that I am the first.”
“So am I,” he said, kissing me.
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