Customer Relations

Customer Relations

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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What an engineer anticipated would be a regular service call to see to a faulty TV gets a little more involved when the customer also needs his expert attention. Over 18s only, graphic depictions of sexual activity. All participants depicted are over 18.

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What an engineer anticipated would be a regular service call to see to a faulty TV gets a little more involved when the customer also needs his expert attention. Over 18s only, graphic depictions of sexual activity. All participants depicted are over 18.

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Submitted: February 19, 2016

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Submitted: February 19, 2016

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After the third ring the customer answers the door wearing a dressing gown and with her red hair all tousled. She shows him into the living room and he asks her what the problem is with the television. He says he'll take a look, turns it about and starts to remove all the screws holding on the back cover. Out of the corner of his eye he can see her sitting down on the settee. He turns on the TV and starts diagnosing the problem. As she said there is no picture but the sound is OK, he looks closely at the neck of the picture tube for the tell tale glow of its cathode heaters. 
'What do you think?' She asks. 
'Well..' 
His jaw drops as he turns, she has her legs wide apart and a great grin on her face. 
'I think I'll have to take a closer look before I can be sure if you don't mind.' 
He is staring straight at her orange fuzzy muff as he talks. 
'Yes I think you'd better examine it thoroughly.' 
She lets out a little giggle as he shuffles over on his knees and peers between her legs. 
'Let me see now, ah yes now let me just try something..' 
He touches an upturned finger to her hidden opening. 
'Seems a little dry, I can lubricate it if you like.' 
She licks her lips. 
'Yes if you think it'll help.' 
 'Move forward a bit, I don't want to get the couch wet, there that's it.' 
He wets his forefinger in his mouth and presses the tip into her entrance. It's hot in there and sucks at his finger like a hungry mouth. 
She makes a gasp.  'Is it working?' 
He slips it inside her, just to the first knuckle. It clenches 
 'Hmm, a bit more lubrication I think.' 
He withdraws his finger and wets it in his mouth again before replacing it as before. He smacks his lips. 
'Here we go tell what this is like.' 
The finger slides right inside her till her hair tickles his knuckles, he wiggles the tip and starts to slide it in and out, it is smooth and tight. She makes sounds of appreciation and bends over to see what he's doing. 
'Oo, you've done this before haven't you, you naughty man.' 
'Oh yes, many years of experience. Ah yes there we are, it's quite wet now. All it needs is a thorough cleaning and it'll be quite serviceable.' 
The engineer lowers his head and using his free hand to part the outer lips, slides the tip of his tongue along her crevice. He tastes salt and musk, he dips deeper, lapping at the tender flesh, exploring every nook and cranny all the time moving his finger in and out. 
'Mmm, bloody hell you're making me drip now, let me show you where I need your most attention.' She places a hand at the back of head and guides him up to her clit. 
'Lick me there, yes that's it, oh god your good.' 
She pushes his head hard into her crotch, wriggling, panting and grinding against him. 
'Shit, I'm fucking gonna come right on your face you beautiful bastard!' 
And she does, banging against his mouth, he tries to pull away afraid she'll knock his teeth out or give him a fat lip. The juice runs from her. She releases him finally and he wipes his mouth on his sleeve. 
'There we are are then madam, I think we have sorted out that little problem. It only remains for me to offer you our usual complimentary tune-up.' 
'That would be very nice, what does it entail exactly?' 
'I will use a special tool I have here to ensure peak performance of all functions.' 
'Come here sir, let me unwrap the instrument for you, I do so enjoy handling a precision instrument.' The engineer stands before her and she proceeds to extract his tool from his trousers. With a twist it pops free and bounces on her palm. He stoops and pulls open her dressing gown to expose her breasts as she strokes him admiringly gazing into his eyes. 
'If you'll permit I would love to check its calibration, yes?' 
The engineer nods and she lowers her mouth over him. 
'You have some skill there yourself ma'am. Oh slowly now, or we'll never get to the job at hand.' 
She licks it from root to tip and her tongue dances around the head. 
'Now if you'd just get into servicing position ma'am |I can start work.' 
'How do you want me?' 
'Turn around, yes, bend over now.' 
The lady kneels and bends obediently, resting her arms on the sofa. A shaft of sunlight comes in through the French windows and lights her pale skinned back 
'If you're ready I will begin. According to the manual I must first place the service tool at the lower rear opening, thus. Push in until fully inserted. There. Now to apply manual rotation to the anterior area paying special attention to the hooded button which must be gently manipulated.' 
The engineer bends forward and slips his fingers through her lips to where they come together and plays with a feather light touch. She is breathing deeply. He feels the end of his dick throbbing in anticipation. 
'Begin to move the tool in a slow pumping movement only withdrawing to the point where the head of the tool only still remains within the passage before pushing in to the maximum depth once more.' 
The engineer cups and fondles her small freckled breasts. 
'Mm excellent, this won't take long madam.' 
His slow even penetrations continue, slowly in and out he shuttles taking his time to enjoy her fully, the weight of her breasts in his hands, the pleasure of sliding in and out of her passage. Time slows and her heat grows, a little perspiration forms on her top lip. He hears her breathing fast and shallow. 
'As I recall, the manual states that the procedure should be concluded by rapid stabbing of the tool till full resolution is achieved. I think you are ready. Yes?' 
Oh fuck yes, do it. For fuck's sake fuck me hard now!' 
He grabs her hips, his fingertips pressing into her soft flesh and launches into her hard and fast, mercilessly deep. Their flesh slaps together, the assault bends her back and her nipples graze the cheap nylon carpet. Sweat forms on his back as her screws her faster and faster, he feels his orgasm building and he voices his pleasure with grunts, she answers with equal passion and rocks her hips in encouragement. 
'God, yes fuck me hard, don't stop you horny sod, fuck me with your big cock, shoot your spunk up me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.' 
When he comes it feels as if a cold steel rod is brushed down his spine before his cock explodes in ecstasy, embedded deep and grinding desperately to get every millimetre of his length inside as he squirts and floods her depths with pulse after pulse of burning come. 
His full weight slumps onto her in exhaustion, she falls of the couch sideways. Out slides his half-soft dick. She sits up on the carpet eyes half shut with lust and sticks two fingers in herself. They come out sticky and dripping with his semen, she paints her nipples with his fluid and starts to masturbate herself. The engineer watches her hand blurring at her crotch, moves close and slides down to slip his hand into the cleft of her bum, finds her asshole, wet with the dripping juices and tight shut. He shoves a finger in violently. She cries out and twists her hips trying to escape but her orgasm is too close upon her and the room tilts, her cunt in a rictus of ecstasy as he stabs at her ass mercilessly while his spunk drools thickly from her quivering hole. The engineer kisses her cheek and returns to work on the TV. 

 


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