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I used to rent an attic apartment from an old woman – she was nearly ancient, but very rich and stylish so she spent most of her time shopping. I’d look forward to the mornings that I had off so that I could have some fun with myself on her couch watching porno on her huge television.
As soon as I heard the front door shut and her key click in the lock, I would get out of bed and start figuring out what I wanted to wear on my naughty adventure. One day, after I got dressed and was headed downstairs, the doorbell rang. I grabbed one of my hooded sweatshirts off the coat rack by the door and threw it over my red lace teddy.
“Who is it?” I asked.
A deep manly voice said, “Public Service. I need to read the meter,”
I looked through the peep hole and saw a handsome thick working class man.
I opened the door a bit, “Do you know where the meter is? I think it’s in the basement but I’m honestly not sure. I’m just a tenant,”
“Yeah,” he said, “I’ve been there before,”
I stepped back to let him in.
His eyes started at the floor and at my red patent leather pumps. The fishnet stockings were a dead giveaway that I was up to no good. By the time that he got up to my hips, I was all ready unzipping my sweatshirt.
“I ummm, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything,” he said. The cheesy porno music was the soundtrack inside my head.
I took a step towards him, “You didn’t interrupt anything at all. I was just getting started,” I went for broke and grabbed a condom from my purse, slipping it in his breast pocket. He was shocked. I dropped the sweatshirt to the floor. One of my hands went around his neck and the other to his cock, slowly squeezing his bulge.
He grabbed my ass and squeezed it tight, pulling my body up against his. “Let’s go to the basement,” I exhaled and took his hand leading the way.
The basement was a furniture burial. I grabbed the plastic tarp off of a green couch and told him to wrap his cock up and sit down. My pussy was soaked and when I opened his pants, his hard on was raging. I climbed on his dick and started rubbing my tits in his face while I rode him.
His hands were on my hips and his dick was hitting all the right spots.
“I’m cumming,” he grunted, pushing me off.
I got on my knees in front of him and pulled off the condom to take his cum shot all over my tits.
“Wow!” he breathed, “What’s your name, sweetie?”
I smiled, “No need for names, just read the meter”
