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Subject: HARD HAT LOVER
From: redragon@interserv.com
Date: 31 Oct 1995 01:51:16 GMT
HARD HAT LUST
I was just finishing up some last-minute details at the construction
site where I work. As I finished hammering a nail into place, I saw
a car pull in the lot. I recognized the car as belonging to Tracy,
our Safety Director. It was strange to see her at the site at this
late hour, and especially wearing something over than the tan coveralls
she normally wore.
She was a beautiful blond with long legs sheathed in short silk dress
that barely covered her thighs, and curves that looked like they had
been sculpted by Michangelo. She sauntered over to me, her high
heels raising dust in small clouds.
"Hi, I didn't realize anybody would be working this late," she said.
"I was on my way back home from a dinner party but wanted to stop
and get the latest safety report out of my desk to read before
tomorrow's meeting."
I told her that I had a few more nails to hammer in and then I'd be
done for the night. She walked back with me to keep me company while
I finished my work. Tracy had normally kept her distance from the
men at the construction site but had always been very friendly with
me. We chatted for a while as I went about my work and I learned that
her boyfriend had gotten drunk and she had left the party in a fit
of anger. As I pounded some nails into a window frame she leaned in,
getting so close that I could feel her warm breath across the back of
my neck and her breasts brushing against my shoulders. She seemed in
no hurry to leave, so we kept talking.
When I finally set down my hammer, I turned and caught sight of her
raising her dress to adjust the tops of her stockings. A luscious
expanse of creamy thigh was revealed to me. I nearly came in my jeans
just staring at her. She looked up at me with an innocent expression
and said, "Damn, these nylons always snag. I prefer things that never
sag. Don't you?"
With those words, she walked over to me and boldly grabbed the bulge
in the front of my jeans. I couldn't help but let out a groan, and
Tracy seemed delighted with what she found. She ran her tongue over
her soft lips and slowly unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to my
ankles. My hard cock was totally exposed to her eyes.
"I think everyone who works here should be rewarded," she purred,
slowly kneeling before me. "But since you're the only person here
right now, you get to accept the reward on behalf of your crew!"
She reached up and gripped my cock, stroking it gently before opening
her mouth and flicking her tongue across the tip. She lapped up stray
drops of pre-come, savoring them like fine drops of wine before bathing
my tongue with her warm saliva. Suddenly she dove forward and
devoured my entire shaft. I moaned with pleasure as she expertly
sucked my cock.
She hummed hungrily on me while I cradled the back of her bobbing
head. Her lovely mouth worked incredible magic on my dick. My
cock throbbed and pulsed as she dove up and down on my aching tool.
Tracy groaned sensuously when I finally let loose. I grimaced with
pleasure as my steemy seed spurted deep into her throat. Tracy was
up to the task, swallowing down every drop that shot from my
twitching shaft's hole.
When I was done, Tracy stepped back and pulled up her dress to reveal
her french-cut black lace panties. She hooked her fingers in the
sides of the panties and slowly pulled them all the way down her legs.
Then she sprawled out on her back in the middle of the dusty floor,
begging me to fuck her.
I moved between her thighs, aiming my instantly rejuvenated cock
towards her pouty, pink folds. I entered her fast, feeling a sea of
tight wetness and the incredibly strong grip of her vaginal muscles.
"Umm, so hard, so good. Make me come, too!" she urged as I began
thrusting deep into her fiery cunt. I could feel her firm breasts
pressing against my chest with every downstroke.
We came together in a violent eruption. I exploded a thick flood
of cum deep in her hungry pussy just as Tracy thrashed through her
own wild, bucking orgasm. "Yes, pump it all inside me!" she cried
as she pounded her high heels against the dusty cement floor.
I hated to finally pull out of her, but I knew I couldn't stay
inside her forever. As we both straightened up our clothing, Tracy
said, "I'll tell the boss what a fine and dedicated foreman he has
hired. I hope he'll send me back more often to check on your work!"
"Me too," I replied as she drove away.
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