I am a carpenter by trade. I usually do more specialized work such as furniture but my best friend is a contractor and I occasionally get calls from him to help out building custom fireplace mantles and trim. On one of these jobs I had come across a Ms. Jasmine Williams, a very mean and demanding lawyer, while installing a custom fireplace. She hadn't spoken to me personally, but I had noticed her being a huge bitch to some of the workers on my friend's crew. I did the job and then she slipped my mind.
About six months later my buddy called me and said there was a problem with their fireplace. I asked him what the problem was and he said there was a problem with one of the joints. I knew this was bullshit because I know my work, but he said they still owed him some money and he would pay me to go out and fix whatever minor problem they were having. I grabbed a few tools together and headed for the truck.
When I got to the home the housekeeper let me in. I headed for the back room where the fireplace was. I sat my bag down and looked over the fireplace. At first I couldn't find the problem and then I heard a voice behind me.
"I would appreciate it if you would take off your boots before coming into my house."
It was Ms. Williams. She might be a bitch, but I'd forgotten how hot she was. She is about 55 but with a body to kill for. She has shoulder length black hair and is just beautiful. Rumor was she started off as Mr. Williams' trophy wife before she went back to law school. She had on her glasses, a black leather blazer, nice white satin blouse with pearls, a tight, black leather skirt that came just above her knees, black pantyhose and nice black pumps that must have been 5" which made her a little over 6' tall.
"I'm sorry Ms. Williams, but I anticipated going back to my truck in a moment."
"Very well, but you'll be cleaning up after yourself."
"That's fine ma'am. By the way, I can't find anything wrong with your fireplace. What is it that you have a problem with?"
"I can't believe you can't see it."
She walked over and pointed to a small area of the wood that had not been stained properly. This was not my area, but my buddy's, the contractor. I figured I'd fix it and send my buddy a big bill — that would be easier than dealing with her.
"Okay, I'm going to have to remove these two pieces and sand them and restain them. If I do that, they'll match up right. It'll take a few hours, I'll let them dry and then I'll come back tomorrow and reassemble them."
"Fine. I will be back in a little while."
With that, I watched her tight, leather covered ass walk away and then turned to my work. I was working at a pretty good pace when I heard a noise behind me. It was Ms. Williams and she now had her hair up, her jacket undone, a few more buttons of her blouse undone and she was drinking a glass of red wine.
"I suppose I should offer you something to drink. What would you like?"
"That would be great, what do you have?"
"Water, beer, Coke and wine."
I thought about it for a second and reckoned it was almost five o'clock so I told her I'd like a beer. She turned and walked away and I again noticed how nice her ass was. I also noticed that she had a pretty killer rack, which I hadn't noticed before. In spite of the fact she was a complete bitch, I was pretty sure that when I got home I was going to be stroking my cock to images of her in my head. Just then she returned with my beer and sat on the couch across from me and crossed her legs.
"Thanks for the beer."
"Just keep working. I'm going to observe."
So I just turned around and kept working while I felt her eyes burn a hole through me. I was afraid of making a mistake that she was going to rip me a new one for and I was going to end up doing this work for free. Then I she said something and I almost couldn't believe it.
"Take off your shirt."
"I said, take off your shirt. I'm paying for your time, I dictate the terms."
"Are you serious?"
So, I shrugged and took off my t-shirt. I had been sweating so I was a little sticky, but if that is what she wanted, I figured it was less of a hassle. I figure her husband was too old to give her the wood anymore and maybe she was going to be thinking about me when she took her waterproof vibrator to the tub later and we'd be tit for tat in providing each other with masturbatory fantasies. I went back to work and when I finally had everything done for today I turned back to Ms. Williams.
"Well, that's it for today. I will be back tomorrow to re-install the pieces."
I started to get my tools together and then I picked up my t-shirt and started to put it on.
"Uh huh. You're leaving the shirt off. Your work here isn't done yet."
She got up, put her wine down and began walking in circles around me, running her fingers all over my sweaty chest, back and shoulders.
"Ma'am, aren't you married?"
"Yes I am."
"Wouldn't your husband be upset at this?"
"I get everything I want. And I do mean ... everything."
She stopped in front of me and ran both her hands up my abs and chest and then grabbed my ass and pulled me into her. She planted a good kiss on me and I found myself unable to resist her. I ran my hands from her shoulders down her expensive leather jacket all the way to her ass, grabbing her tight little ass through her leather skirt and squeezing. Suddenly she stopped and pushed me away.
Still a little stunned, but with my cock bulging out of my jeans, I followed her. Just far enough behind her to watch her ass in that tight leather skirt and her legs in that pantyhose. At first I wasn't even paying attention to where we were going and then we got to the stairs and I realized what was going to happen and I thought my cock was going to bust out of my skin. We headed up the stairs and when she got to a room down the hall, she stopped, and crooked her finger to motion me closer.
When I got to the room I saw that this was one kinky woman. There were all kinds of toys around, a bed, a table with straps on it — it was the size of a large master bedroom. I had never come upstairs when we were building the house and I had no idea this room existed. She walked over to the table with the restraints and pulled a lever which brought the table upright. She pushed me over to the table and then bent down and strapped my ankles to the table. She pressed herself up against me and began kissing me again and I started exploring her body with my hands again. She took off her jacket and tossed it aside. She then looked at me and smiled.
"I've changed my mind about something."
With that, she unhooked my ankles and led me out of the room and into another room down the hall — this was her home office. She cleared a few things off and then hopped up in the desk. I rushed to her and we began kissing again. I reached down and slid my hands up her skirt and removed her black g-string she was wearing. As soon as that was off I was reaching for my belt and pushing my pants and boxers down to my knees as fast as I could and without even checking to see if she was wet, stuck the head of my cock up to her waiting lips. As soon as I did that, I realized she was dripping wet and I shoved all 8 inches of my cock into her and I heard her moan a little.
I started fucking her like I was in a porno. I would look down and see how her satin shirt was still tucked into her black leather skirt and I just grabbed her ass and felt the leather get slippery as my hands got sweaty. I just pumped as hard and fast as I could until I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock and she convulsed in pleasure screaming so loud I thought the neighbors would hear.
I pulled out, grabbed her, practically threw her off the desk and turned her around and she instinctively grabbed the desk and I reached up and shoved my cock into her eager pussy again and as I fucked her I ran my hands all over her leather covered ass and reached around and grabbed her tits, loving the feel of them covered in satin. I watched the pearl necklace bounce off her neck with every deep thrust. It wasn't long before the sight of her, the tightness of her rarely fucked pussy and my thinking of fucking her all day got the best of me and I shot a huge load of cum deep into her pussy at the same time I felt her start to convulse again. She screamed again and I pulled out and sat back in a chair.
As I sat in the chair catching my breath I watched her still standing there, her legs going weak as she caught her breath and I noticed my cum leaking out of her onto that sexy leather skirt. She seemed to notice this too and reached down and touched her skirt, then touched her pussy and then wiped the cum off her hands onto her skirt. As she turned around I expected a much nicer Ms. Williams, but what I got was something else altogether.
"You fucking asshole. Your cum is all over my $1,200 skirt."
"Um, I'll pay to have it drycleaned."
"You will, but you owe me more than that. Stand up and pull your pants up."
I did as I was told. She grabbed me by the belt and led me back to the first room we were in upstairs. She pushed me right back to that upright table and before I could do anything she had my hands in the restraints and my ankles locked down. She walked over to the toy table and got a ball gag. She brought it over to me and tied it on me.
"You thought you had your fun. Getting to fuck me while my husband is away. Getting to run your hands all over me and fill me up with your big cock. Well, now it is my turn to have some fun."
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