Trade

I’m in the middle of trying to get a bit of work done to my flat. It’s one of those very practical things that feels very adult indeed. I’ve been comparing quotations and checking people’s insurance and credentials. And laughing at how much I’ve grown up in the last few years because the last time I hired anyone to work on my flat, the fact he was incredibly fuckable was just as much a concern as how well he could lay my floor.

But don’t worry, even my formerly slutty self didn’t let him lay me as well. I just spent two long days flirting outrageously with him and respecting the fact that temptation wasn’t going to make him cheat on his clearly adored girlfriend. In a world where so many men will fuck you if they think they can get away with it, his honesty and conscience even when his cock was whispering in his ear made him even hotter.

That wasn’t where I learned to flirt with workmen. I think I developed that skill in my teens when I started working in service industry jobs and learned that male manual workers are often the only men who understand the use of emotional labour and platonic flirting as social interaction.

There’s probably some class dynamics in there about being the ‘hired help’ around middle class women who are paying their bill, but either way I have always loved flirting with workmen. Partly I can’t help playing up that stereotype that girly girls like me know nothing about practical things like paint or shelving because it often allows me to flirt my way to discounts or use the element of surprise that I actually know much more than I’m letting on if needed.

But mainly a lot of manual workers are hot. There’s something about the physique of a man’s body that comes from the simple act of using for hard physical work in the course of a day that always appeals to me in a way a gym honed body has never done. I love that hint of muscle and promise of strength in a body that moves and builds things for a living.

And watching people do something they are skilled at is one of my greatest turn ons. It doesn’t particularly matter what the skill is but seeing someone do something they are so confident and skilled at that they make it look easy gives me that pinch in my stomach of attraction as well as stirring in my cunt. Doesn’t matter if it’s cooking a meal, re-roofing a house or tiling a floor really. The attraction is in the expertise.

So when a friend asked me if I would stay at their flat for a couple of days while they were having some work done to the windows I agreed readily. Rather than them take time off work to let the guy in and out all day, I was happy to supervise and hope I hadn’t set myself up to stare at builder’s bum and make tea all day for a man with dubious political views which is the flip side to spending time round men who work with their hands.

But the slutty gods were smiling on me because he was young, handsome and Hungarian. I’m usually not a fan of Aryan looking men but his wholesome ashy blonde hair and blue eyes were complimented by an underlying air of filth that made me much more interested in making him tea and discussing Central European politics than I’d usually be.

He really did work on those windows the first day although there was much more flirtation on the second day. But by the third when the work had moved indoors, things stepped up a notch. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing him leaning over the sills with his ass right in my line of view all morning.

This time he took his lunch break and as we moved round the fairly small kitchen he brushed against me a few times that way that could be accidental if the response wasn’t favourable. I brushed back as he insisted on helping me wash up the mugs and plates used before he went back to work.

I spent the afternoon very aware of that sensation of where he’d grazed against my ass with his crotch feeling the tingle linger in my cunt and distract me. He’d stayed out of my sight line since then and I wondered if he was feeling awkward. I decided bringing him a beer when he finished work was the way to go.

He thanked me and finished clearing up. I slunk back into the kitchen feeling foolish and horny for mistaking porn for real life and started putting the washing up away. Clattering plates I didn’t hear him come up behind me until he set the beer bottle on the counter and slid his hands round my hips pressing me against him.

I went soft against how hard he was and he brushed his hands increasingly firmly across my tits and hips before pulling the zip of my jeans down, letting his fingers explore my clit and then inside my cunt as I leaned back into him. He had strong hands to hold me but with fingers used to small skilful movements and he made me squirm as I came.

Only then did we end up facing each other and we kissed before it was my turn to run my hands over him, slipping the straps of his painters overalls down to reveal that he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his cock was right there for me to play with.

I pulled the overalls right down and slipped his cock into my mouth. I was right that he was the right kind of filthy. He was shaved smooth and scented with just enough hard work and sweat to make me really want to suck on his balls too. I alternated between cock and balls with my mouth until he pushed his dick further into my mouth.

I balanced myself by cupping my hand under his balls as I sucked his cock and he reached down and cupped my fingers further back pressing against his asshole. I paused and he widened his stance so I knew he wanted my finger inside him. I put my fingers on top his cock and drew them down it as I sucked them slick and then slipped one into his ass.

He stiffened against and then opened up so my finger was able to slide in and out in time to my mouth on his cock, literally sucking and fucking him at the same time staring up at his face from my knees. His eyes were closed and he was only moving in synch with my actions almost like he was in trance.

Suddenly he startled forward grabbing my shoulders so my finger pressed inside his ass and he came so hard into my mouth I couldn’t swallow it all running down my chin and making his cock slip out of my mouth as he was still coming. It was dripping off his cock and my face and onto the floor as he was still gripping my shoulders.

He let go and I stood up to kiss him still covered in his come. I pulled my jeans up and he stepped back, pulling his overalls off completely so he was naked from the waist down and taking a cloth he got down on his hands and knees, back to me with his just fucked arsehole visible and slowly and deliberately mopped up his own come as I watched.

Still on the floor, he tossed the cloth in the sink and pulled my jeans back down and buried his tongue in my cunt with his cock in his hand. We both came again and only just had time to get dressed and composed again before my friend arrived home with more beers to thank us both with.

I have no idea what we sat and  talked about because both my mind and cunt were still completely distracted. I’m not sure I’ll ever look at a pair of painters overalls again the same way….

Trade

Submitting

Princess is away for a few days visiting friends and my Master and I were at a loose end without her to entertain us. Our minds both went to latex and submission almost instantly as an answer to our dilemma of what to do with ourselves.

It wasn’t much of a debate for me whether I should wear the latex stockings or my catsuit for Sir. Princess does not care for the feel of full latex (although she seemed not to be put off by me wearing the stockings the first time we fucked) so it seemed appropriate to make the most of a more receptive audience and dress right up for Sir.

I’ve spoken before about how my mindset for submission starts long before my Master walks into my house. It begins with deciding what to wear for Sir and builds with each deliberate act as I dress from sliding into latex to tightening my corset. Each act excites my mind and my cunt so that by the time I’m on my knees waiting for my Master I’m ready to be completely submissive.

And he built me up very nicely indeed with fifteen minutes riding the John Holmes toy on my living room before he let himself into my flat and took charge so that within seconds I was sucking his cock while still holding that huge toy in my cunt. Unfortunately while my cunt and mouth were incredibly willing, all that time on my knees had made my legs go to sleep and I couldn’t hold my position like I wanted.

So while chuckling at my misfortune Sir used the clear cut logic of a man getting his cock sucked and simply knelt down to make it easier for me to keep him in my mouth. I’m not sure he’s ever knelt in front of me before but not only did it feel incredibly subversive in the circumstances, it also made his cock feel incredible between my lips too.

Unlike Princess who has the skill needed to completely swallow Sir’s cock when she sucks him, I do not enjoy deepthroat and struggle to take cock too deeply as the act of gagging is not sexually enjoyable to me and tends to simply make me panicky. But at this angle of my Master’s cock being lower down than usual I was able to comfortably and confidently take his cock much further into my throat than normal and really savour it.

I haven’t just concentrated on sucking Sir’s cock for ages and I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy it. He tasted particularly good and I was quite happy when he moved from his knees to the sofa so I could just keep on using my mouth on him. The angle wasn’t just as deep but it still felt fantastic to me and judging by the sounds Sir was making he was thoroughly enjoying it too.

I would actually have been quite happy if Sir had told me to keep riding the toy inside me as I rocked my body back and forwards on my knees with his cock in my mouth and that he was going to come in my mouth. But I also didn’t object either when he ordered me off his cock and onto the toy as deeply as possible and told me to see if I could make myself come like that without touching myself or him.

I wasn’t sure if I could until he told me that under my blindfold he was watching me on my knees and stroking his cock in rhythm to me riding the toy. With that image in my head I couldn’t have held myself back from coming unless he’d pulled the toy out of my cunt to physically stop me. Few things go straight to my cunt more than the thought of my Master stroking his own cock.

Unless of course it’s my Master ordering me onto my hands and knees on the sofa and using his cock to fuck my John Holmes stretched cunt while using my corset to pull me closer onto his cock and feeling his whole body press and push against me with each motion. That goes so deeply to my cunt that it didn’t long to feel another orgasm building.

But I’d missed him using my corset like that to completely dominate and overwhelm my whole body and I wanted to make the most of every moment of it, stopping myself from coming to really feel his weight and warmth of his skin against the latex I was wearing. I only let myself come when he ordered me to stop holding back and came so hard my arms and legs gave way under me and I sprawled face first into the sofa cushions.

My Master pulled me back to my hands and knees with the corset and fucked me deeply to the point of plenty of noise and another orgasm for me before coming so hard into me that there was no way I could stop his come dripping out of me and down the shiny black latex I was wearing.

You know you have the right Dom in your life when you can enjoy the incredibly hot sound of his fresh come dripping out of you onto latex and the ground beneath you while you both catch your breath with his cock still inside you and then laugh together about the state of my upholstery afterwards….

Submitting

Dated

So after dithering about it, I went on my date last night. I was surprisingly nervous about it which surprised me. Not only have I known him for a while, but it’s not like I’ve never had a casual sexual encounter before.

My Master on the other hand was of course completely calm and confident about it which combined with his orders helped immensely. I was to wear no underwear on the date plus of course my waist trainer and I was to try and suck his cock. Nothing Candi can’t manage.

I was still undecided about the whole thing while I was sitting having dinner with the guy and my Master happened to walk past the restaurant. Despite living quite close to each other, I’ve never bumped into him in the street and the fact he happened to see me encouraged me and I brought the guy back to mine after dinner.

I knew the guy had noticed that I wasn’t wearing a bra when we were eating since the lighting in fashionable restaurants this days tends to make hiding anything difficult so I suspect he knew there was more than a glass of wine on offer.

Being naturally inclined to submission though once I’d invited him back and opened the wine, I wasn’t sure what to do next. The only person I initiate sexual contact with is Princess and out of loyalty to both her and my Master I felt uncomfortable doing it with this guy.

But my Master had given me an order to try to suck his cock which gave me the dilemma of whether it was more obedient to try and initiate that or more disobedient to take orders from a man who isn’t my Master while waiting for the guy to initiate sexual contact. Overthinking and submission can be quite a mix.

In the end, he kissed me which solved my interior debate with myself. And it felt very odd. I haven’t kissed anyone who isn’t my Master or Princess for a very long time and my almost instant reaction was to compare it to kissing Princess. Having never compared any kind of sexual contact with her to that with a man, it was my first thought to compare the man to her which surprised me.

But I also enjoyed it and I enjoyed the power of putting him in a situation where I made it clear he wasn’t going to touch, let alone fuck my cunt and I was going to suck his cock. He only half heartedly tried to convince me I could suck him and then him fuck me before I had his cock in my mouth and he was too distracted to talk much further.

 

Luckily though he managed to tell me after a while that he never comes from blow jobs which provided me with the perfect opportunity to take my top off and let him come over my tits instead.

He was so turned on to see my pierced nipples and the fact I was wearing what he thought was a corset that he responded by kissing my tits and playing with my nipples until he’d actually licked all his own come off them and was getting hard and ready to play again so was a little surprised and annoyed when I told him to get dressed so he could go home.

He’s an amusing sexual diversion for Candi that allows her another way to show submission to my Master and be slutty. But there’s none of the emotions or intimacy I have with my Master or Princess as myself as well as Candi so he doesn’t make it into my bed in any way.

If he’s appreciative that my Master lets him play with his submissive sex toy, he might get to discover my pierced clit next time though but his response the next day was more sulking about the night bus than the orgasm, so who knows…?

 

Dated

Taking Charge

My Master arrived to find Princess and I slightly fucked out but he wasted no time in giving orders to get us both ready for him.

I was to put the larger pighole inside me and and kneel over Princess so she and I could both lick each other while he fucked my stretched rubber cunt. This was partly because it’s ridiculously hot and partly to remind Princess what she’s missing out on not taking the pig hole just yet.

It slipped into her beautifully but opening it out still caused her discomfort and she asked me to take it out and put my fist in instead. But I refused and she got to watch her husband fucking me with it in as a mix of reward and punishment for not taking it herself.

Having his come drip right out me and onto his face and chest just added to it all and my Master’s cock was hard again almost immediately seeing it. But instead of fucking her he ordered her onto her back and started using his fist on her while I held the wand on her clit.

She was even greedier for fisting than when I’d fucked her earlier that day and when he asked her if she wanted his whole fist for the first time even thought it would hurt, she didn’t even pause.

He pushed his whole clenched fist into her and she almost lifted off the bed. She was squirming in pleasure with a little pain and enjoying both equally. It was unbelievable to watch her becoming more and more undone as she came round his fist with the wand full power on her clit.

He was so turned on, he immediately pulled her on top of him and slipped his hard cock into her stretched gaping cunt and told me to slip a finger in there too. She barely noticed the extra addition and she certainly didn’t when he signalled to me to put three fingers in there as he fucked her.

She’s never looked better than exhausted with smudged make up and a gaping cunt and his come dripping all over her. An afternoon very well spent…

Taking Charge