Sparks Fly by Jessica Knight

Many women fantazise about screwing the postman, plumber, milkman or gardener. Its not often that you get what you want though. So what does it take to get them to do a bit of extra work for free?

It was a miserable Monday afternoon. I was sat in my office staring out the window, wishing it could be Friday again. I had moved from London to Brighton, in an effort to de-stress my life. Instead I seemed to be getting more work than ever before and was spending more time in the office than I had previously. My office was a small 2-man room, well a one-woman space actually. I had only moved in a month ago and was still waiting to get my office equipment sorted.

There was a boisterous knock on the door and Dennis, the building manager, strode in. “Here’s Wayne the electrician I was telling you about, he’ll put in some power points for you, so you can get that photocopier working”. Now when Dennis had spoken of Wayne before, I had pictured a geeky looking middle-aged man with greasy hair and wearing a boiler suit. What I saw was very different. This electrician was about 6ft with sandy blond hair and amazingly blue eyes. No boiler suit, just a very cool pair of jeans and a tight white t-shirt. This guy definitely worked out; I could trace the lines of his pecs through his top. I love men with big muscles; they feel like a well-oiled machine when they’re between my thighs, pumping hard.

Wayne got working right away. I made us both a cup of tea and we chatted about the usual stuff, the crap weather, what I did for a living and what football team he supported. He played a lot of football too but he didn’t need to tell me that, I could see from his nice tight arse. Now and again I would glance over and see him, doing things with his screwdriver. He had big hands and I kept picturing them on my tits as I rode him on the office floor. When I feel horny while sat at my desk, I usually find some porn on the Internet and have a good frig but on this occasion I didn’t think it was appropriate. Within an hour I had two new power points and a new bulb for my angle poise. He even helped me set up the photocopier, what a gentleman! Wayne packed up his toolkit and with a cheeky wink was gone.

Having no hunk to lust at anymore, I decided to pack up for the day and finish the rest of my work at home. Wayne’s van was still in the car park when I left. It was a big black van with the windows in the back blacked out. So burglars can’t see his tools, I thought or better still so those inside can have a bit of privacy. Maybe Wayne liked to shag in his van and I pictured myself bent over a pile of boxes while my sexy sparky porked my pussy till I screamed. I was getting hornier with every dirty electrician fantasy that sprung up in my mind. Fortunately I only live a fifteen-minute walk away from the office, so my huge pink dildo wasn’t too far away.

There’s a pub across the road from my flat and I was nearly at my front door when I decided to go for a large glass of wine, thinking that would make reading a 200 page marketing report much easier. Having got my wine, I choose a quiet corner and spread my stuff out all over the table and got comfortable. After a while the post work crowd were turning up, mostly men, as a big match was going to be televised later. The increasing noise started distracting me from my boring read and my concentration was waning. Wayning was exactly what was on my mind and I remembered I had promised myself a good dildoing. I looked at my nearly empty glass but decide against another drink. Time to go home young lady, I said to myself. I was struggling to get my coat on when I heard, “Fancy another”.

Now this was a very pleasing sight, the gorgeous Wayne waving a ten-pound note. Dildo or cock I thought, dildo or cock.

There was only one winner, “I’d love another, red wine please”. A few more drinks and maybe a night of hot sex was approaching.

Half way through the next round the conversation turned to the pros and cons of being self-employed.

“I love working for myself but it can be a bit boring sometimes. I quite miss having those ridiculous conversations I used to have with other folk in the office on really slow days. You know, just daft banter”.

“Yeah I know what you mean”, agreed Wayne. “Sometimes when I’m really busy I get my brother to give me a hand but that’s no more than a few days a month”.

He’s got a brother, fantastic, imagine both of them fucking me, one up my cunt and the other fucking my mouth. I wriggled around in my seat at the thought of all that spunk oozing out my holes. The alcohol was lubricating our conversation; the warmth of the pub heating our bodies and his hand was straying to my knee more and more often.

“Is this your local?”

“Yeah I suppose it is. I only live across the road”, and I pointed at the large bay window just so he could get a clue where exactly.

“Come here a lot do you?

“Well, I’m not sure I’d admit to a lot but a couple of times a week usually. They do a good quiz night on a Thursday and Saturday nights are usually ok”.

“I do football on Thursday nights, no wonder I haven’t see you in here before”, he looked at his watch. “Only twenty minutes till the match starts, you staying to watch?”

“No. I think I’ll head home.”

He looked disappointed maybe I had to strike now if I wanted that shag.

“You can do many things in twenty minutes, why don’t you name one for me?”

He wrinkled up his forehead in mock thinking expression probably to hide his embarrassment at my blatant come on.

“Drink a pint,” he said holding up his empty glass.

“Well yes, that’s true but I was thinking of something entirely different,” I leant in close and whispered in his ear, “Sex, in the back of your van.”

He raised his eyebrows and then a dirty big grin spread out on his face.

“I usually like to last longer than twenty minutes but on this occasion I’ll make sure to spunk up your pussy in well, about fifteen minutes. Give me a minute and I’ll clear us a space in the van.” He winked and hurried out the door.

I was stood at the vans back doors, savouring the moments of anticipation, feeling my pussy throb and my heart beat faster. I looked around the car park and quickly got a door open and jumped inside. Crouching there in the back of the van, it took a moment for me to get used to the dim light. I saw a movement, then the sound of a switch click and a bare light bulb come on.

“I should of known you’d be that organised. You do this often then,” I laughed.

“Not recently no,” was the reply I got from the bollock naked Wayne, spread out on a old rug with a fat rod in his hand. Now really long cocks are totally overrated in my opinion. What I like is to be filled up, fill my entire snatch, completely and only a big fat cock does that. Looked like I was in for a real treat.

“What’s it to be, 69 or a blow job Sir?”

“Blow job please and make sure you get my dick good and lubed up ‘cause I have a lady to pleasure and I’m in a hurry.”

I threw my jacket off, striped off my shirt and tugged my skirt to my ankles and kicked it away. I stood over him so he could get a good look at my completely shaven cunt (I never bother with knickers when wearing a skirt) and his cock jerked its approval, as he ran his hands over my stockings.

I love giving head; it really makes me horny and juicy. I licked my lips and eased my mouth over his fat member and got the tip right to the back of my throat. You know you’re doing well when a man moans loudly and calls you a dirty bitch. I started to wank it with one hand while my other hand planted itself on his balls and my tongue flicked the head tasting that lovely pre-cum. He began pumping my mouth, sticking his dick in and out, faster and faster, making me salivate even more. I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to feel that cock in me, I wanted to get my pussy juice all down it. I unwrapped my lips from that very tasty male organ and planted them onto his mouth and let our tongues play with each other for a while. His hands went round my back and expertly undid my bra. In one swift move my bra was off and my tits were out, jiggling above his face. He grabbed my nipples and rolled them between his rough fingers, tweaking and pulling, which always makes my fanny spasm. As he expertly manhandled my boobs, I guided his dick into my fun tunnel. I was so juicy he slipped deep into my cunt, right up to his nuts! Taking him all at once made me gasp and my pussy muscles gripped tightly to its new play toy. I started pulsing my hips, slowly at first, savouring his big prick, making sure I felt every lovely inch. Then faster, sliding up and down his pole, covering his balls in my musky love lube as our groans grew louder and louder. That van must’ve been rocking!

This was just how I’d imagined earlier, me on top of the hunky sparky, testing his plug!

“Are you going to show me your juice, you dirty fucker,” I yelled and started to pinch my hard little clit.

“Fuck me harder and I will you filthy little whore.” I always obey orders, so I increased the pace and clenched my pussy muscles tighter. I soon felt the heat rise up my thighs, and that wonderful tingling sensation hit my flaps, then my clitoris and erupted in my cunt.

“Oh yes, yes, yes…I beat you to it big boy!” Wayne wasn’t going to be beaten and slipped out my hole and demanded to have me doggy style. I was on all fours, wriggling my arse, saying, “Come on big boy, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…..” and he shoved his prick right in. He was banging me real good, long strokes, nearly taking his fat one right out and then slamming back in. I got the occasion slap on my cheeks for being a noisy girl. How can I help it if all this fucking makes my scream?! His legs started to stiffen, his cock jerked inside me and he gave one last hard thrust. The hot seed entered my cavity, gushing into every corner and trickling down my inner thighs. A loud cheer erupted from the pub.

“Someone’s scored,” I said

“I think it was me, ” laughed Wayne