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Subject: Helping Hand by Dulcinea

Helping Hand
by Dulcinea


He had the day off, and he was concerned only with relaxing and goofing
off.  But he had seen the curio cabinet this morning, hanging slightly
off kilter, and he knew he couldn't ignore it.  Standing on a chair, he
reached up to straighten it --

Crack!  The support on the shelf gave way, and he was left supporting
the cabinet.  "Honey!" he called, realizing he couldn't possibly get
off the chair without breaking the cabinet.  "Honey!  I need help!"

She rounded the corner, taking in the view with a wicked smile on her
face.  The position he was in may have been awkward, but he was in no
danger of dropping the cabinet, nor of falling off the chair.  "Honey!"
He bellowed again.

He almost jumped out of skin when he felt her hands on his ass, running
around his thighs to the front of his jeans.  She cupped his cock
through the denim material, and he could feel himself growing hard.  "I
see you're in a playful mood," he said, his pants growing uncomfortably
tight.  "Help me down from here, and I'll help you with that mood...."

She ignored him, continuing to fondle him.  Her fingers danced over the
material and began unbuttoning his jeans, tugging them down his hips.
He erect cock sprang free, and she ducked around the chair, teasing the
head with her tongue.  He groaned, stuck holding the curio cabinet to
the wall.  "Honey!" he cried.  "This is torture!"

Her only response was to begin to lick the length of his shaft, her
hands caressing his ass while she sucked on his hard cock.  It didn't
take long for him to erupt, pouring his cum down her throat.  "I can't
believe you did that," he panted.

She smiled, reaching up to help him lower the cabinet to the floor.
"Just amusing myself, love," she answered, walking away from him.  Her
shirt fell away from her shoulders, landing on the floor.  Her bra
dropped next,and she rounded the corner to their bedroom.  A few seconds
later, her shorts came flying out, crashing into the wall.  "Coming,
dear?" she called.

Curio cabinet forgotten, he followed her.

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