NSFW–Owned by the Contractor Pt 3

OWNED CONTRACTOR PROMO

Part 3

Tom

kisspng-silhouette-laborer-architectural-engineering-const-building-vector-5b084dd763c8b8.9427343215272708714087“You alright back there, Emilio?” I glanced into the rearview mirror.

From the back of the van, Emilio’s hand stuck out of the stacks of wood and plumbing supplies. I took the thumbs-up sign to mean he hadn’t been crushed to death by the equipment. I wasn’t even sure why I carried all the stuff around. Our client had made it very clear that she didn’t care how long the renovation to her kitchen took. I could have just brought a screwdriver for all the work we had planned for the day. Well, a screwdriver and two boxes of condoms.

My cock stirred at the thought of Louise laying on the sofa, ready for another day of fucking, hanging out at the pool, and then fucking some more. I’d made it with a lot of the housewives I worked for, but her… damn. I’d never run across one with endless money and a sex-drive that wouldn’t quit. She was insatiable.

That’s why I’d had to bring in another one of my men for the job. Owen and I were wearing out cocks down to the nub trying to keep her happy.

Her husband was an idiot to leave her home alone. I guess he thought that with her kid there, she’d behave. But, he’d spent every week away at a friends, doing whatever kids do. It worked in my favor. I’d never been paid to just fuck before.

Hell, she said that when the kitchen was done, she needed three of her bathrooms redone too. I could milk the job for three years… and she could milk my cock for that long too.

“I used to hate Mondays,” Owen said from the passenger seat. He reached down and pressed his crotch.

kisspng-badaguan-laocheng-real-estate-taipingjiao-qingdao-qingdao-old-town-landscape-5a948916c43d96.3249649815196838628038I chuckled. We were a block away from Louise’s house and mine started to fill at just about that point everyday too. By the time we let ourselves in and went to meet her in the den, it’d be raging hard and ready for her mouth. I hadn’t even beaten off over the weekend. She liked to have the Monday morning loads shot on her face and I intended to drown her in cum.

It didn’t wait until I was in the house. Pulling the keys out of the ignition in the driveway was suggestive enough.

Owen jumped out of the van and a dusted his crotch. He was just as ready as I was.

We must have really talked it up, because Emilio scrambled out the back like his ass was on fire. As good a worker as he was, I’d never seen him move that fast. That was good, because I’d talked him up to Louise too.

I didn’t want her getting bored just getting pounded by me and Owen. That maid dude and the pool guy come by once a week and joined in, but still…  And since I’d noticed Emilio’s horse cock once when he was taking a piss, he seemed like a good choice.

Besides, I had to let at least one of the other guys in. I hadn’t spent that much time out on one job site in years. Estimates and paperwork were my gig. Hell, it was my company, so I could do what I wanted. And when I gave Louise her estimate, she gave me enough that I decided to make an exception and give her personal attention.

I opened the door of the key she’d given me.

“Daaaaaamn,” Jose said, looking around the foyer. “I wish I lived in a place like this.”

It was two stories high with a second floor balcony ringing the top. The third floor was where Louise’s kid stayed. He had pretty much the whole floor to himself from what I understood. The house was huge.

“No shit.” Somehow the house looked even bigger on the inside. And, I hadn’t even shown him the pool out back. But, since Louise liked getting fucked on the diving board, I figured I’d give there the honor whenever she was ready.

We dropped our tools off in the kitchen for appearance sake, on the outside chance someone dropped by. Wires hung out of the seven plugs and the dishwasher and refrigerator cluttered the middle of the room. We hadn’t done actual work for more than an hour or so in the last month. Not exactly something I would put out there as an ad for my business, but I was sure Louise would give us a glowing review on the Better Business Bureau’s website anyway.

“You ready?” I patted Emilio on the shoulder.

A huge grin split his face. “You know it!”

I pushed him toward the door. “Just one thing, kid.”

He skidded to a halt and looked back.

“You get sloppy thirds. Me and Owen have to go first. Once you hit her with that meat, she won’t even know we’re there.”

He smiled and waved me out of the kitchen. “I don’t mind, man.”

What guy doesn’t like having his cock complimented–in a non-homo way, that is.

We almost ran across the huge foyer and down the hall to the den.

“Hey, Louise. I brought along the guy I told you about! The one of the biggest—”

I stopped short. Instead of Louise, a tall, naked man scrambled to cover himself. He shoved something under the sofa cushion and scrambled for the remote. Obviously to turn off the rhythmic grunting coming from the television.

“—the biggest number of hours hanging sheet rock.” It was the only way I could think to finish my sentence.” Hey, man. Where’s Louise?”

“Uh–”

The tongue-tied guy threw an afghan over his naked ass and almost broke the remote in half as he smashed buttons.

Owen and Emilio backed out of the room and I looked away while the guy collected himself. 

“I… sorry…” His voice was tight, like even his vocal chords were embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, dude. I’ve been naked in this house quite a few times myself.” I kept my eyes on the huge picture window. “Any idea where I can find the lady of the house?”

“Mom’s out.”

My head snapped around. Mom? Holy shit. In the flurry of activity, I hadn’t noticed how young the guy was. A. blush spread from his face and ranged down his thin chest.

“I’ll leave you to get collected. We’ll be in the kitchen.” It took every bit of energy I had to say the next word. “Working.’’

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