1. Sara Paylan R.N. : The Handy Men


    Date: 6/2/2015, Categories: Diary, Anal, Blowjob, Oral Sex, Rape, Author: Sara Paylan, Rating: 84.6, Source: sexstories.com

    bought it years before and without her knowledge (I think) I had been using it on a regular basis to satisfy my every increasing urges. As I walked back along the landing with the sex toy on my hand I heard the kitchen door open. "I'm just going to the loo." The ginger man shouted. If he'd looked upwards he would have seen me in all my glory as I replied, "that's okay." But; secretly I was wishing that I had the nerve to shout 'come upstairs when you're finished and fuck me!' Obviously I didn't, but did jump on the bed and thrust the sex toy deep into my gash and switched it onto full power while he was in the house. I don't know what size or how many batteries it took but it sounded like a diesel engine as I made it glide deep into my womb. He would have been deaf not to have heard the motor or indeed my groans as I began fucking my twat like whore. All 9 inches were inside me when I heard the toilet flush. Nerves took over and I stopped; but the motor still revved like a cheap car. My back was arched and my knees bent as an intense orgasm racked my body. I virtually shot the toy out when I was finished and rolled around rubbing my tingling clit until I came a second time. Again I fell asleep. When I woke up the three men were still hard at work. Without taking a shower I pulled on my small denim 'Daisy Duke' shorts and a loose orange vest – no undies, and went downstairs to wash my car. I moved it closer to the gate into the garden and walked through to get the hose pipe. ...
    All eyes were on me as I suggestively bent over to untangle the hose making sure my arse was pointing directly at them. They were silent as I turned the tap on and dragged the hose onto the drive. From where they were working they should have been able to watch me soak the car then cover it in big white soapy bubbles; making sure my vest got wet in the process then rinsed it off with water going everywhere until my t-shirt was dripping wet. Satisfied with my work I walked back across the garden with the damp cotton clinging to my bouncing, unfettered boobs. You could have cut the tension with a knife. My nipples were actually painful as I went into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee. Just as I looked out of the window to see the men in a deep conversation Daddy arrived home. "Bloody Hell, Sam!" He gasped when he saw me; "put some bloody clothes on. Don't you know we've got workmen out there?" 'How sweet' I thought; and 'how naive!' I stood in front of my bedroom window nonchalantly brushing my dirty blonde hair; that I wear in a bunch with long bangs at the sides for work before I slowly pulled my t-shirt off just as Bomber (the big ginger man) looked up. I froze for a second then stepped back out of view. I was shaking with fear and excitement as I pulled my denim shorts off and frantically fingered my fanny. I soon had three fingers thrusting in and out as I slapped and rubbed my clitty. My head and legs were thrashing about as I felt an orgasm building up in my toes but it ...
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