The Oil Repairman Drives A Hard Bargain

The Oil Repairman Drives A Hard Bargain

By rutger5 (An Original Story – Copyright 2013)
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The frozen snow crunched beneath my boots as I cut across the yard on my way to the side door of the large ramshackle house. My breath came out as vapor with the temperature hovering somewhere in the lower twenties. Out at the wooded edge of the township it seemed even colder to me and the weak, pale winter sun was already sinking behind the hills in the distance.


My gloved fist rapped on the door and after a brief pause another knock followed. Finally I heard the faint sound of someone approaching from the inside. The click of the deadbolt sliding back was followed by the door partially opening. Standing there was Meg Jackson, bundled up under multiple layers of clothing.


“About time you got here. I thought we were gonna freeze to death waiting for you to show.”


“Came as soon as I could. Plenty busy today, what with the cold weather. Now you mind stepping back and letting me in so I can get to work. It’s as cold as a witch’s tit out here.”


“It’s not much better in here” she told me as she pulled the door all the way open, allowing me to enter.


I trudged down the wooden stairs to the basement and the first thing I did was check the oil tank gauge to make sure that wasn’t the reason the boiler wasn’t working. There wasn’t much oil left, less than a week’s supply but more than enough for it to work.


“I got oil. That ain’t the problem. There’s something wrong with the boiler. I reset it but it shuts off after a minute.”


“Just eliminating the possibility is all. Often that’s the reason for it not working and the customer has no idea. Good thing for you that’s not the case. You’d get hit up with an extra charge for that. Delivery call is different than a service call. Now let’s see what’s wrong with this beast.”


Crouching down I removed the cover from the boiler and pulled out my flashlight. Clicking it on, I shone the beam on the burner while hitting the reset button. The unit lumbered to life but within thirty seconds it had died but I’d seen all I needed to in that time. Rising to my feet I turned to Meg who was standing a few feet behind me with an anxious expression.


“See I told you” she said “it goes on but it don’t stay on.”


“Well you’re in luck. It’s not a big deal. Just the spray nozzle needs to be replaced. I have one that’ll work out in the truck. Be right back.”


When I returned I noticed that instead of looking relieved about things Meg was pacing the basement. No sooner had I put my toolbox on the floor next to the boiler than she started to talk to me.


“I was wondering something Mr. Mueller. How much is this gonna cost to fix?”


“Not too much. One twenty five for both the part and the service call. Is there a problem?”


“Well the thing of it is, maybe you could send me the bill. I promise I’ll pay soon. It’s just that I had to buy the kids Christmas gifts, you know. And my job doesn’t pay very much to start with and I can never get as many hours as I’d like to…”


I had to hold my hand up to stop her or the litany of complaints would no doubt stretch back to her early childhood.


“While that might be true it has nothing to do with me. I’m providing a service and I need to get paid. Maybe you should have squirreled away some money for emergencies instead of buying presents you couldn’t afford. Or better yet cut down on the cigarettes and booze. That must put a strain on your budget.”


“Jesus! Can’t someone have a few vices? It’s not like I have a lot to enjoy in life.”


“Again, not my problem. Now do you have the money or have you wasted both our time?”


“Please Mr. Mueller, I’m begging you” she pleaded and I expected the tears to start anytime now. “If you let me slide this one time I promise it won’t happen again but it’s so cold and I have three kids freezing upstairs.”


“Just be grateful that I don’t charge you for wasting my time today” I told her as I reached for my toolbox.


“Damn! What everyone says about you is true. You’re heartless and you have no pity or compassion. No wonder your wife ran off with another man.”


“Smart way to help your cause Ms. Jackson.”


“Wait, I’m sorry. I have an idea so please hear me out. You won’t do something for nothing – fine. How about I do something for you in return. You fix my boiler and I’ll make you feel good in return. What do you say?”


Once she said this Meg pulled her hand from the pocket of her coat where it had been hidden and groped my trousers right between the legs. She also did her best to look coquettish but in my opinion that train had left the station long ago. Don’t get me wrong, its not like Meg was old – just used up. In fact she had gone to high school with my son until getting pregnant her senior year at which time she dropped out. She had to be around thirty five but between work, having three kids and a hard life there was no way she looked her age. When she was young she’d been a head turner and you could still see the traces of faded beauty in her features.


“Sure, why not? In the spirit of the season I agree to your offer. Don’t let it be said that Pete Mueller is a scrooge. I might be a hard man but I’m fair. You suck my cock and I’ll fix your boiler but I say you’re getting the better end of the deal. Hell, I can go to the rest stop and pay some whore fifty dollars for a blowjob.”


However since I was already there and it would only take a few minutes to do the job I decided to make the best of the situation. Besides I was never one to turn down an open port in a storm and even at my age I was always up for some sex. In some ways I was hornier than when I was younger. I might not be able to cum as many times but I lasted longer now plus I knew what I liked and how best to get it. My cock was hardening as Meg ran her hand along it when without warning she sank to her knees before me and attempted to pull down my fly. My hand pulled her off me causing her to look at me with a puzzled expression.


“Wait” I hissed to her. “Let me replace the nozzle first so we can get the heat going. That way it will be more comfortable for all involved.”


“Makes sense” she replied as she shifted her weight back onto her heels and watched me.


True to my word I replaced the damaged part and soon fired the boiler up. It roared to life and I made a minor adjustment to its angle at which time I watched for a few minutes to make sure it was working good. Once I was satisfied that everything was in order I put my tools away and stood. Meg attempted to move back in on me but I stopped her.


“First I need to wash my hands and besides it doesn’t seem too comfortable down here to me.”


“There’s a sink in the laundry room back there” Meg answered me and as I headed that way she was right behind.


As soon as my hands were clean I turned to her. “Now where would you like to do this?” I asked.


“Mr. Mueller, I know it’s uncomfortable down here but my kids are upstairs. If they see me bring you to my bedroom what are they gonna think?”


“I really don’t know or care. That would depend on how often such things happen and what you tell them. But no need to worry. How about I go to use your bathroom and you join me there. Nothing wrong with letting the repairman do that, I would think.”


“That’s a good story, it should work. Okay c’mon.”



Meg climbed up the stairs with me following close on her heels. We came through the door and into the kitchen. Her three kids were around the table on the side closest to the oven which was on full blast to heat the kitchen I guessed. A boy and his sister sat while their older sister hovered behind them as they did their homework.


“Good news kids. The boiler is fixed so it should get warmer. I’m going to show Mr. Mueller to the bathroom now.”


“Hooray! I can finally take off my coat” the boy who looked to be around nine practically yelled.


“Well wait until it gets warm first Bryce and still don’t take off your sweater. I don’t want the thermostat set above sixty eight either. Understand girls? Danielle? Britney?”


“Yes Mom” came the reply from the standing girl but her younger sister frowned before answering.


“But Mom, that’s still too cold. I’m sick of being cold all the time. When I go over Jenny’s house its like seventy five. You can go around in short sleeves and everything.”


“Well Britney” Meg said pausing at the doorway while turning back toward her younger daughter “maybe you’d like to live at Jenny’s. Or maybe her parents can help out with the bills around here but otherwise leave it at sixty eight. You know I’m doing my best for you kids and all I get is attitude.”


“Nice job Britney” her older sister told her with a disapproving glare. “Good way to get Mom pissed off.”


I had difficulty taking my eyes from Danielle but after a struggle I tore myself free and followed Meg out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. As we climbed I thought about how I would have much preferred to receive payment in kind from Meg’s oldest girl. Her youthful features were breathtaking in their beauty and in my unprofessional opinion I thought she was as good looking as any famous actress or model. The only thing she lacked was height. For Danielle looked to be barely five feet tall and everyone knows models are much taller.


She was also slim like a model but truthfully her mother and siblings were as well. Maybe it was due to them not getting enough calories in their diet. I’d wager that not too much leftover food was thrown out by this family or that there was even food left over after most meals. Once we reached the bathroom I entered and Meg silently closed the door behind us.


“Sit down” I barked to her as I unbuckled my belt and then unfastened my work pants.


She wasted no time before sitting on the porcelain throne and once she did Meg fixed her eyes on me. With no need for preliminaries I pushed my work pants and boxers down freeing my raging hard on. A moan escaped my lips when Meg wrapped her cold hand around my shaft and it grew louder when her much warmer mouth swallowed my purplish, swollen head.


This wasn’t Meg’s first rodeo and she expertly took my thick shaft deep into her mouth. As she did her tongue swirled against the flesh on its underside, paying special attention to the spot right below the head which was the most sensitive part. My fingers stroked her brown hair as she bobbed her head up and down my rod, engulfing as much as she could handle.


After a couple minutes of this I was at full mast at which time Meg changed her tactics. Pulling her lips free with a popping sound she started to lick my shaft with her nimble tongue. Starting at the top Meg worked her way down to right above my hairy balls before reversing course and heading up again. This time she licked all around my head when she reached it and she made sure to lick up the pre-cum which was flowing freely by this time.


“Meg, lick and suck my balls” I demanded and she wasted no time in doing my bidding.


First she gave them a tongue bath, making sure to lick both of them on all sides, even lifting them to get at the underside. Next she opened her mouth wide and took one inside. She was like a Hoover the way she sucked on it and she stroked my rock hard cock at the same time until I was going crazy with pleasure. Still I needed to remind her of the situation I felt, so once she released my ball from her mouth I gently pulled her head back by her hair. Meg looked up at me with a questioning look on her face.


“Open wide slut” I told her and she did as she was told though I saw a flicker of resentment in her eyes.


My cock pushed past her lips until it reached the back of her mouth at which time I went no further. Instead I took Meg’s head with both hands and I pushed her away until only my head remained in her mouth. Then I pulled her back toward me so her whorish mouth engulfed much of my erection. Meg realized right away what I wanted and I didn’t need to do anything except enjoy the feeling but I preferred to stay in control.


So I continued to push and pull her by her head, making sure she knew her place which at that moment was servicing my tool. We built up a good rhythm and as she worked my piece over I squinted my eyes. By doing that I was able to pretend that instead of Meg sucking me it was her teenaged daughter. The two of them were similar enough in size and appearance to make it believable though Meg’s eyes were dirty brown while her daughter’s were a sparkling emerald green. That and the fact of the difference in their ages.


Just imagining that it was Danielle was enough to nudge me very close to the finish line but I didn’t want to cum just yet. First I wanted to reinforce the natural order of things to Meg. So the next time I pushed her onto my cock I also thrust my hips forward just a little. It wasn’t much but it was enough to force my cockhead into her throat entrance. Not expecting that and being caught off guard Meg’s reaction was to gag and cough. I let go of her hair and allowed her to release my erection from her filthy mouth. She angrily glared up at me but I just smiled in reply before slapping her cheek with my meaty cock.


“Sorry about that Meg” I said with a sneer “but I’m close now. Another minute or two; so get back to work.”


With a resigned sigh she took me back into her mouth after first allowing some saliva to seep out onto her chin. This time I closed my eyes as she sucked me and I can guarantee it wasn’t her I was thinking of. In my mind it was Danielle sliding her soft lips against my hard cock and that was enough. The feeling started in my gut and spread to my full balls and right before I exploded like a rocket from the launch pad I managed to pull free from Meg.


Grabbing her head with my left hand and my cock with my right I stroked myself rapidly. On the third stroke the first rope of cum burst out of me and hit her right above the eyebrow. I continued pumping as glob after white, sticky glob erupted from me to land on her waiting face.


“Fuck yes!” I nearly shouted. “Take my cum on your face, you whore!”


She had no choice in the matter really and knelt there as I painted her face white. My balls had held quite a load which now decorated her from her hair to her chin. Having just a little drop left I moved my head to right by her mouth.


“Open up and stick out your tongue” I told her and without a second of hesitation she did.


Squeezing right below my head I coaxed the final drop from my hole and it fell to her outstretched tongue. Satisfied for the time being I took a handful of Meg’s long hair and used it to wipe my slimy cock clean. Right after I finished cleaning it I bent down and pulled my pants up. Within a minute I was ready to go. Meg was doing her best to wipe my cum off her face but I saw no need to wait for her.


“Not a bad job Meg. I still say you got over on me but that’s okay. Happy holidays” I said as I opened the bathroom door.


When I walked into the hall I saw Danielle standing by the top of the stairs with a confused expression. Because of that I deliberately left the door wide open as I left. As I passed by her the girl shrank against the railing in order to avoid our bodies touching which I found amusing. Still in passing I managed to brush the backside of my hand across her leg. By the time I reached the first floor I’d heard her call out to her mother and the sound of the door slamming in response. Chuckling to myself I picked up the toolbox that I’d left at the foot of the staircase and let myself out of the house.


That night I couldn’t get the vision of young Danielle out of my mind. For over an hour I tossed and turned while I thought about her. If she was anything like her mother had been at the same age then she’d be sharing her maturing body with any boy who wanted it. Within a few years she’d probably get knocked up and set herself up for a lifetime of disappointment. But right then she appeared fresh and unsullied and my lust for her obsessed me. In fact two days later I headed to the nearby truck rest stop for some much needed relief.


I found a girl who in real bad light could pass for Danielle a little bit and I fucked her brains out in my truck cab but it left me unsatisfied somehow. In spite of the physical similarities the jaded attitude she displayed was in direct contrast to what I imagined Danielle would be like. Not that I blamed the rest stop hooker for that. She was no doubt a runaway who had things rough and it had soured her disposition. So even though she satisfied me sexually it left me wanting the innocence of someone less experienced. Of course that was because I wanted to be the one to take every last shred of dignity from her myself.



It was a little over a week from then that I received a call from my office. Meg Jackson was requesting that I call her as soon as I could. Realizing that she had probably run out of oil my mind began to turn as I thought of how to best exploit the situation to get me my heart’s (or more accurately my cock’s) desire. Getting the number from work I returned Meg’s call. Like I expected she needed an oil delivery but she wished to speak to me in person first.


“What’s to discuss Meg? You know as well as I do that deliveries are COD. Just pay the delivery man when he comes is all.”


“Please Mr. Mueller; I need to talk to you face to face. I’m sure you won’t be disappointed” she replied in her best sexy voice.


“You may very well be disappointed Meg; but tell me when is good to come over?”


We arranged for me to go to her house at six thirty that evening. Since it wasn’t a service call I rang the doorbell and waited on the front steps. I was pleasantly surprised when Danielle answered the door.


“Good evening young lady. I’m here to meet with your mother” I said to her as my eyes roamed her nubile body and I made no effort to disguise this from her.


Though I eyeballed her over from head to toe I was especially drawn to the delta between her slender thighs. The tight skinny jeans she was wearing did little to hide her developing mound and in fact highlighted it. She appeared uncomfortable as I did this but she let me in and closed the door to keep out the cold. She went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled up to her mother.


“Mom, Mr. Mueller is here.”


“I’ll be down in a minute Danielle. Can you take him to the kitchen, please?”


“Okay Mom. Follow me” she directed my way.


“Sure, after you” I said with a leer.


Danielle seemed disgusted but she led me toward the kitchen allowing me to ogle her cute young ass encased in denim. Once I sat at the table she quickly left and returned to the living room.