Sex stories

I was looking to repaint my studio. I did some networking and came across a painter who also agreed to get oral—maybe more. I made an appointment. I needed two coats of white paint. I gave him the address.

It was 6 p.m., and my painter, a handsome North African guy, was about to arrive. I waited for him wearing only a jockstrap, kneeling on my bed with my ass facing the front door. I heard him climbing the stairs. When he reached the fifth floor, he called out, “Is this where the two coats are needed?” He was surprised to see me on all fours, ass raised, and immediately understood.

“Ah, slut, I knew this wasn’t serious,” he said. But at the same time, he was unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out a small, very hard, tanned cock. I took it into my mouth and sucked him vigorously. His thumb was already pressing between my cheeks.

He said he was going to take me from behind. His cock was slender and long. Excited, he came quickly, and I let him finish on my face.

As soon as he was done, he said, “Good little slut, you got your coat of paint. Now you’re going to spread your cheeks wide…”