Trish’s Welcuming of the Computer Repairman

Trish’s Welcuming of the Computer Repairman



When he knocked on the door, she was ready for him. She had given birth just

over a month before, and was ready for some hot fucking. Her big milk filled tits

were needing a good sucking and she knew the computer repair stud couldn’t

resist her hot to fuck, slut charms. She had carefully piled her long bleached

blonde hair up on top of her head so that her long, graceful and very inviting

neck showed. The slut had put on a tiny black string bikini that was way too small by

any standard and designed to sexually arouse… to make men want to fuck her.

The bra cups were so tiny that when she wriggled her shoulders her big 40DD breasts

threatened to break free, and the cups were so sheer that she might as well not have been

wearing anything the way they let her large, swollen stiff nipples push out. As the

strained bikini top did it’s best to cover her huge nippled DD melons, a teasing

bit of her large pink areolas peeked out above the over-matched tops low cut edge.

Two small wet spots began to form at the pink tips of her extremely erect nipples,

as her made for sex jugs started to leak in anticipation of some big cock.


The bikini bottom was even more outrageous. It was so tiny it didn’t even

completely cover her horny cunt. Her neatly trimmed ash blond pussy hair curled up

around the edges of the satin triangle. When she sat down and crossed

her legs the crotch strap doubled over on itself, allowing even

more delicious skin to show, hot pink skin and a glimpse of the bitch’s dripping

snatch. Even her perfume couldn’t hide the musky smell of her cock craving

fuck hole as her pussy juice started to flow making her long, stiff protruding clit

wet with the nasty slut’s thin, watery and very sticky pre-cum. She was the perfect fuck

toy, the nasty slut’s tight ass and big titties were made for fucking and sucking,

and for pleasuring and amusing any horny studs with big dicks she may run into.


She opened the door to him and smiled sexily, shamelessly showing off her

barely contained womanly assessts to the stranger she knew she would soon

be fucking. The only thing better would be two or more big cocks, she thought

as the repair stud gawked at the wanton slut displaying her hot body to him

without a trace of embarrassment.


“Hello, my name is….” he began, stopping short after seeing what

she was, or wasn’t wearing and how hot for cock she looked. His eyes flitted from the

tips of her big nippled titties to her damp inviting crotch and back

again before he was able to continue. “Uh, yes, I’m Rodger Smith. I was told you

needed a computer repaired.” “Please come in,” Trish purred, invitingly. “Thanks,”

he managed, as he felt his cock start to throb.


As he brushed by her, Trish noticed a decidedly rosy look to his

earlobes and cheeks. She was getting to him already! Determined

to capitalize on her gains, she closed the door, asked him to sit

down, and then, instead of sitting down herself, the nasty prick-tease turned her

back to him giving him a view of her firm sexy ass. The seat of her thong bikini

didn’t cover any of her tight, perfectly formed ass. The crotch strap cut

into her crack, exposing both domes, and the black triangle only began to

flare out at the point where her nether cheeks began. Her ass was made for

fucking, and giving pleasure to big studs with large cocks. Her asshole was

tight, and the anal tube was hot and smooth with an ability to squeeze a cock

and milk a stud of cum at will. Any man lucky enough to hook up with Trish for

some nasty ass fucking, remembered it for life as some of the best ass hole ever!


When she was sure he’d had enough, she turned around quickly and

caught him in the act. He was gawking at her tight exposed ass, his cheeks

flushed, his eyes wide open and locked on her shapely buns.


“Uh, about the computer, umm,” he said, straightening up in the chair,

tugging at his suddenly too tight collar. “Just what are

you having problems with? Miss…..” He glanced at his notes.

“…Miss Steele?” “Call me Trish” she said, taking a seat across from him.

“What troubles you, Trish?” he said, fighting to keep his eyes on her face where

they belonged. “It’s all so confusing,” she said, shaking her head of blonde hair,

and very deliberately crossing her long, perfectly shaved legs.


Rodger could not help but look down and as he did he was lost.

He could not look away. Her sweet fuck fork mesmerized him. He blatantly

stared at the thin black crotch band, at the soft pussy fur that peeked

around it, at the distinctly bright pink and glistening wet girl flesh

that it failed to conceal.


“Mr. Smith?” she asked with a smile. “Uh-huh,” he said without looking up.

“Mr. Smith, I think you are staring at my pussy,” she accused him, uncrossing

and crossing her long smooth legs again, making the narrow black band

actually cut into the damp slit between her labia as she shamelessly showed

off her pussy and fuck hole to the man, framed by a neatly trimmed sparse of muff.

“Uh-huh,” he said, his mouth open. “And you’re getting all hard, too!” she chirped, pointing

excitedly at the huge bulge in the front of his denim jeans. “Oh-yeah”…


The sight of all that fresh pussy had the same effect on him as a

full lobotomy. It was all he could do to maintain his simple basic

nervous system functions, to breathe, to blink. He could not stop

his mouth from drooling, nor could he swallow it, so he let it

run from the side of his mouth and down his chin.

Trish rose from her chair and sexily walked over to him. His eyes

remained locked on her hot snatch. She put her hand on his head and

pulled her new lover forward, making his nose and mouth come within two

inches of her sexually turned on, fuck hole.

“O… Fuck yeah!” he groaned, his eyes snapping shut as the musky smell

of her sex surged up his nose. The keen scent of pussy acted as

smelling salts on him, bringing him out of his surprised stupor.

He licked his lips and raised his arms, placing his hands on her

bare, perfectly formed ass cheeks.


“Not so fast!” Trish said, pushing him back in the chair.