Chapter 4

The first time that Paisley met DeShawn Morrison he was sitting at the kitchen table pouring over the sketch that Frank had made for the basement. She had been upstairs doing her pole work out in a pair of dark grey short cotton shorts and a tight white cami that was stretched taut over her ample breasts, rendering it useless at hiding her nipples. She walked to the refrigerator to grab a bottle of cold pressed juice, going momentarily unnoticed by the two as they discussed built in storage areas along the walls in each room.

She stepped closer to the table, causing both to look up. “DeShawn, this is Paisley.” He said with a grin.

“Nice to meet you” she said with hand extended.

For a moment, he was gobsmacked. He simply stared up at the beautiful flame haired creature before him. Her skin felt soft in his rough hand as he shook it. “The pleasure is all mine.” He said. His lustful gaze had not escaped Frank’s attention. It was a little tidbit of information that he would store away for later.

The weeks passed slowly for Paisley. She would often sneak down to get a peek at how it was progressing. Once the insulation had been installed and the framing for the drywall had been placed, she got a very naughty idea. She hurried to pick up a few items that would be perfect for her first photo shoot.

When Frank arrived home he found several bags from Home Depot and a couple of other stores sitting in the hall. His curiosity was piqued, but just as he was about to look in the bags, Paisley emerged from the kitchen with a broad smile plastered on her face. When she started to tell him about her brilliant idea, she took the items out of the bag showing him just what she bought.

As she laid each piece out, she told him her intentions. He was pleasantly surprised by her ingenuity. He agreed to start the shoot the following morning since he didn’t have to be in the office until later than usual. It would also give them a chance to start before DeShawn would arrive at 9.

The following morning, Paisley slipped on her shortest pair of daisy dukes, white socks, the stacked heel work boots, along with an orange half zipped construction safety vest and of protective goggles. By the time that she reached the basement, Frank had already unpacked all of her props, and set up the lights. He was taking a few before pictures of the basement for a baseline.

They started with pictures of her with the sledge hammer, holding it in front of her, the head resting at the top of her breasts, then one with the handle across the shoulders and arms hanging over it. Then there were a couple pictures of her standing with the head of the sledgehammer on the floor as she bent over. She fully unzipped the vest allowing it to fall open, revealing her full breasts.

It was then they moved to the regular hammer. There was a stack of drywall laying on the floor with a plastic tarp over it. She decided to slip off her shorts, leaving everything else on as she lied back on it, She did several shots including one with the claw at her turgid pink nipple as if trying to pry it off.

The whole process was an incredible turn on for her. She then spread her long, sculpted legs, running the handle’s rubber coated end along her inner thigh before she began to slid it in very slowly. He switched from photo to video mode as she started fucking herself with the tool.

The sight of it disappearing inch by inch into her wet slit forced him to reach down and adjust his uncomfortable bulge. The camera picked up all of her coos and moans as she started thrusting it in faster. She kept trying to force more and more of it inside of her as her pace became frenzied.

Her back arched, her free hand massaging her breast and teasing her nipple, giving it the occasional pinch or pull. The glistening handle continued to move fast as she managed to take nearly all of the handle inside of her. She gave a triumphant moan as she tweaked her nipple, the tool almost fully penetrating her greedy cunt.

Her chest heaved as she drew in heavy breaths. He could tell by how her face was becoming flushed that she was about to lose control. Her body writhed as the orgasm began to blossom. She wasn’t sure if it was the fact that Frank was catching every second on video or that people would soon be watching her intimate content that made her cum so hard.

Her legs were visibly trembling when she finally slid the handle from her dripping wet pussy. Without hesitation she brought the glazed handle to her mouth and began to run her tongue down it’s length. Her eyes were focused on the camera as she then took it into her mouth and began to suck it clean. When she finished, Frank turned off the camera.

Neither had noticed the time, or the fact that DeShawn had arrived and was standing there in awe watching her fuck herself with the hammer. When Paisley saw him, she only smiled devilishly, not bothering to cover her nakedness. Frank turned to see him, chuckling to himself when he noticed the very visible and very large bulge in his jeans.

“I ... I’m sorry. The door was open and I wanted to get started.” He stammered as he moved his hands in front of his crotch to obscure the view. Paisley had already spied the swollen bulge that his jeans strained to contain.

Frank’s eyes flitted to Paisley then back to DeShawn. “I think you owe him a special thank you for trying to get your studio ready. Don’t you agree?”

Paisley nodded emphatically. DeShawn’s eyes widened when he realized that the pair were eluding to something more physical than a simple thank you. He stammered, trying to say it was fine and that she did not need to, but the words barely had a chance to escape his lips before Paisley was kneeling in front of him.

“I really want to thank you.” She said as she unbuttoned his jeans. He watched in stunned amazement as she then leaned forward and caught the tab of his zipper between her teeth and pulled it down slowly.

Her long slender fingers fished inside his pants and triumphantly pulled out his swollen black cock. She looked up at him, grinning as she leaned in and began to run her tongue over the smooth tip of his dick. Her tongue traced all over it in small circles. He gasped loudly at the sensation. It wasn’t long before her lips parted and fully encircled the head of his cock.

Paisley continued to slither her tongue over it as she started to suck. Her eyes were locked on his as her lips stretched to encompass his girth. His breathing was becoming shallow and quick as she worked her way down his massive shaft, allowing it to slip from her fingers. It amazed him at the ease in which she was taking in inch by inch of his impressive 10 inches. Her nose pressed firmly against his pelvis as she managed to swallow the last of it. She sucked hard, swallowing around the head of his cock which was embedded in her throat. Her head bobbed, slowly at first, lavishing attention on every inch of his throbbing member.

DeShawn closed his eyes, trying to steady his breathing as her reached down and ran his fingers through her fiery tresses. She moaned with delight when his hand closed into a fist, holding on tightly to a large handful of her hair. She was clearly enjoying servicing his massive tool almost as much as he was.

She began to quicken the pace, forcing a string of moans and gasps from him. He was so lost in the pleasure that he did not even realize that he was now using the handful of hair to guide her pace. She devoured his engorged rod fully with each thrust into her throat. Her stifled moans only added to the feeling of the confines of her warm, wet mouth and throat.

Paisley fully gave into the control, moving at the pace he preferred as he speed up. She could feel his cock twitch seconds before a heavy stream of seed flooded her throat. She swallowed hard, milking every last drop from him as he held her face pressed to his pelvis. Her eyes never leaving his face the entire time.

He released his grasp on her, letting her sit back on her heels as she ran her tongue gingerly over the tip of his cock. “Thank you for the tasty treat ... and for all of your HARD work” she said with a wink before rising to her feet.

Paisley nonchalantly exited the basement to go freshen up. While she was gone Frank started to ask DeShawn questions about if he would be willing to participate in the next shoot. He was still shocked that her partner was so indifferent to what had happened. When he explains how he loves to see her perform, even on others, and how she loves it as well, DeShawn said yes.

He helped Frank pack up the equipment before getting to work. They agreed that after he finished for the day he’d be willing to do the session. When Frank finally went back upstairs he informed Paisley who was overjoyed about the situation. She spent nearly an hour getting ready for the night’s adventure.

Frank had returned that evening to find DeShawn and Paisley sitting in the living room talking. He had been asking her how she ended up in this relationship, which she proudly explained that a lot of the things that happened where actually her idea. Frank smiled proudly as he listened to her tell him all about it as he remained hidden in the kitchen.