“OH NO NO…this isn’t working for me…Jesus Christ, can’t you fucking last any longer than a minute?? Seriously…Yes, I do bloody ‘time’ you…just go to fucking work…” Patsy placed both hands on Conrad’s chest and rolled him off of her. He looked at her with a ‘what the fuck’ look and decided it was best to get his sorry ass into the shower before she decided to veraciously torture him with a discriminatory assault, not just on his stats, but also on his manly package.
Patsy was a woman totally outta control. She hadn’t been satisfied by her ‘vanilla bean’ husband in over 3 years and she was more than waning interest in him, other than for a pay cheque and the pretty shinies and bobbles that he brought home for her, he had nothing to offer her…not even intellectual conversation. Patsy settled for a dusted feathery truffle and her Big Ben…
Later that morning….
“Hey, what’s your name again?” Patsy gushed over to the young, muscular pool boy. Michael was fucking built…Oh Ya…he had muscles where muscles wouldn’t normally be found…the tightest ass that Patsy had ever seen perched on a pair of lean well developed 23 year old legs. And in his shorts Patsy could see where most of the meat had ‘pooled’ onto his heavenly body. Patsy decided it was time to take the pool boy for a test drive….
“Michael”, the sun god replied. “Well Michael, just wondering if you could help me with a little problem I have over here” Patsy beamed as she leaned over the umbrella table with her DOUBLE D titties gushing out of her bikini top. Patsy’s arms were splayed out in front of her and she was bracing herself against the pole of the umbrella as if it were going to fly away….there was not an inkling of a breeze to be felt. Michael, the astute tall, blonde god that he was, felt it would probably be in his best interest to help the buxom redhead or he might just be working on borrowed time. “What can I help you with” as Michael leaned into Patsy’s backside with his cock and stretched his tanned bulging biceps over Patsy’s shoulders to help brace the pole. Patsy flashed a red lipped toothy grin at him over her shoulder as she peeked over her diamond studded Versace sunglasses with dolled up eyes, “Oh, you are a helper Michael” Patsy declared, with a gleaming sultry look at the young lad as she popped a spicy cinnamon heart into his mouth from the vibrating crystal dish on the table. Michael braced himself for impact against the pole as Patsy’s ass rammed up against his mighty prodding cock. Patsy’s thong made it easy for Michael to slide his cock in between her ass cheeks. …and what fucking ass cheeks they were – whole heartedly the finest bumps of cock grabbing meat that Michael had ever had the pleasure of fucking while at work, or so he thought…
“I think that is just about right” Patsy sneered as Michael stroked her ass with his cock and gobbled down his candy. ..
Even later that morning
“Oh fuck ya, do it to me baby, oh yaaaa, fuck that ass honey…fuck it harder…” Patsy squealed. Michael was working for his money now…he had been at it for almost an hour and half and Patsy still hadn’t cum. *Fuck!!!…goddamn fucking asshole…I don’t get paid enough to work this fucking hard to make that bastards wife gush…I’m gonna start charging more…* he thought. Michael hadn’t even begun to explore Patsy’s other holes, nope; he had only been working her ass…
Patsy pulled her ass away from Michaels cock and began slapping his face with her bouncing fuck mounds. Took a bit of cheek slapping but finally Michael caught a pert nipple in his mouth and began to suck and bite it. Patsy laughed with earnest enthusiasm, grabbed his balls and fondled and groped them in her hand. Michael winced and decided his best course of action was to impale that bitch with his robust log. Upon impact Patsy wailed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck fuck….” She grabbed those mighty ass cheeks and ground her pink slit up and down his gorging staff. Michael picked her up and held her firmly as she wound her long creamy legs around his hips…BANG, BANG, BANG! They could hear the sucking snap as he punctuated her soft folds with his bat. Patsy’s tits were dancing around like Marty Feldman’s eyes as Michael began working the hardest part of his day. Patsy’s pussy slurped and sucked Michael’s cock with earnest. Little did Michael know that Patsy’s pussy needed a complete overhaul, it wasn’t close to drying up, AND he would be working ‘overtime’…
Much later that afternoon…
Michael was fuming mad at Patsy’s husband now…*FUCKING PRICK…I’m gonna piss in his pool…NO….I’m gonna piss in his bed…Still, the bitch hasn’t squirted* Michael thought with exhaustion colouring his genitals purple. “Okay…what’s it gonna take for you to cum missus? I really gotta get back to work…” Michael pleaded to Patsy. Patsy looked at him and led him in inside up to the bedroom…with relief Michael gazed upon the cool bed and decided that it was now or never as he popped a truffle into his parched mouth….
Overtime…
“That’s it you fucking stud, stick that vibrator up my ass…harder…you might just make me cum this time you fucking pussy stretching piece of fuckable meat…” Patsy screeched at Michael as he labouriously pummelled Patsy’s ass and snatch. Exhausted, Michael’s body began to falter and droop as the vivacious red head only spurned him on more. Sick and tired of Patsy’s fuck talk Michael decided to shut Patsy the fuck up. He pulled his sore and tired, but stiff cock, out of Patsy’s cunt and flipped her 180 degrees around and stuffed his massive organ down her throat…oh so deep…deeeeeper…touch down! Patsy grovelled and gagged on his stick shift as Michael began the task of ramming Patsy’s ass with Big Ben, plunging her mouth with his cock and gorging her swollen and sticky pussy with 3 fingers. With all three holes filled Patsy stopped squelching profane orders at him. Michael felt Patsy’s body quake. Not knowing if he inexorably satisfied her, he pulled all foreign objects out of Patsy’s holes and stood up slumped over and shaking with exhaustion. Patsy lay there gawking off into a faraway place with a very odd grin on her rainbow streaked face.
Just as Michael began to make for the door it swung open…Conrad stood in front of him with two dozen beautiful red roses, a box of Knipschildt truffles and a ‘what the fuck’ look on his face….his fedora in hand dropped to floor. To Michael’s shock he relinquished control of his bladder and hydrated the bouquet, doused the delicacies and ended with meagre squirts into the bowl of the fedora. “Hmmm” Michael said…”That’s the most satisfaction I have had all fucking day! I’ll send you the bill” as he galloped down the stairs…
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