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“Oh . . . Fuuuck,” the married stud moaned, his toes curling from his first-ever blow job from a guy. “You gonna eat my cum when I bust?” he asked, his head tilted over the edge of the bed. “Mmm, hmm,” I agreed, not taking my lips off his big dick. I was bluffing, as I had no plans to eat his cum. I wanted that married load up my ass.
My husband and I hired Dustin to paint the interior and exterior of our new house. It was a big job, requiring Dustin to be at our home for several days. His bid for the job wasn’t the cheapest estimate we received, but I hired him because he’s cute as fuck. With his muscular bod, his boyish looks, and his killer smile, I wanted to bend over for Dustin the moment he walked in the door.
“You married . . . or have a girlfriend?” I asked Dustin with interest, not seeing a wedding band on his hand. “Yeah. Marissa and I have been married five years,” he replied. “I don’t wear a ring, as it just gets covered in paint.” He then pulled out his phone to show me a picture of his lovely wife. “And that’s our daughter Juliette,” he said while swiping to reveal a cute toddler in a pink dress. “Marissa is pregnant again. I’m hoping for a boy this time,” he beamed. My ass twitched, as I fucking love getting dicked down by a breeder.
“They’re adorable,” I smiled, commenting on his family. “One kid and another on the way. Damn. You certainly know how to get the job done,” I joked, staring down at his package. Dustin gave an awkward laugh, but I was certain the bulge in his jeans had enlarged. “How about you? How long have you and . . . uh . . . your husband been married?” Dustin asked, trying to be polite. “Ted and I have been married a year,” I replied. “And Ted has two kids from a prior marriage, but they don’t live with us.” Dustin looked confused.
“So your husband was married to a woman? He wasn’t gay before?” Dustin asked with the naivety of a child. “Well, I think Ted was always gay, or at last bi,” I responded. “Ted and I met at the gym while he was still married to his wife, and he started fucking me on the side.” Dustin looked crushed, like I had told him that Santa is a fake. “You mean, he cheated on his wife with you?” Dustin asked, still processing. “Yeah,” I admitted. “A lot of married guys have a fuck bud on the side. Life is too short to always stick your dick in the same hole.”
“I . . . uh . . . I think I’d better get to work,” Dustin suddenly announced, looking eager to change the subject. I got the impression that he saw me as a whore, which isn’t far from the truth. Mission accomplished. I was determined to have Dustin’s cock, but I knew an indirect approach is always best with married men. One can’t come on too strong. He has to think it was his idea to give you his cock. And so I waited another day.
“FUCK, you’ve got a tight hole, faggot . . . I’m gonna cum up your ass,” grunted a muscled, hung pornstar on the television, his cock buried in some twink, as Dustin entered the living room to start his second day of painting. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I apologized insincerely as I scrambled to find the TV remote that I’d buried purposely under a sofa cushion. “Yeah, cum up my ass,” the twink screamed. “Breed this tight cunt.” Dustin stood transfixed, taking in the scene. He reminded me of someone watching a car wreck; he was startled, but couldn’t look away. His jeans were tenting.
“I . . . uh . . . I’d better get to work,” Dustin stammered as the hung pornstar sprayed his load all over the twink’s ass and then shoved it back into his hole. Once Dustin left the room, I finally located the remote and turned off the TV. I had hoped that Dustin would sit on the couch, pull out his cock, and then feed me a load while watching the porn. Alas, my scheme hadn’t worked. But I was undeterred. I had other plans. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all.
“You’re not painting in the master bedroom today, are you?” I asked Dustin when he arrived on the third day. “No. I’m mostly doing the stairs and the upstairs hall today,” he replied. “Whew,” I exhaled with relief. “This is a bit awkward,” I explained. “I have a hookup on the way.” Dustin look confused. “Kurt is just another married guy who fucks my ass a few times a month. It’s no big deal,” I laughed. “But what about your husband?” Dustin asked, concerned. “Oh, Ted knows all about my hookups,” I answered. “We have an open marriage. He’s in Boston this week on business, and I have no doubt his cock has been in a bellboy or two. Ted has a weakness for hotel staff when he travels.” But before Dustin could make any response, the doorbell rang.
“I . . . uh . . . I’d better get to work,” Dustin once again stammered as I raced downstairs to greet my fuck bud Kurt at the door. “Damn, you didn’t tell me we’re having a threesome today,” Kurt exclaimed upon seeing Dustin on the stairs. “He’s fuckin’ hot. Are we gonna tag team your hole?” Dustin looked bashful and stared downward. “No threesome today,” I bemoaned as Kurt and I passed Dustin on the staircase. “Dustin is my house painter. He’s married to a woman.” Kurt gave out a boisterous laugh. “Shit. I’m married to a woman, too. But that doesn’t stop me from fucking your tight ass,” Kurt exclaimed.
“Damn, I love your ass,” Kurt bellowed moments later upon sliding into me, standing at the end of the bed with my ass perched at the edge of the mattress for him. “Dude. You forgot to close the door,” Kurt observed. “That was no mistake,” I admitted. “I’m hoping we might have an audience.” Kurt gave me a playful slap on the ass. “You’re such a slut,” he groaned with a deep thrust inside me. Two minutes later while pounding my hole, Kurt whispered in my ear, “We’ve got an audience.” Sure enough, lurking in the doorway was Dustin rubbing his crotch through his jeans.
“Come join us,” I called to Dustin. “I’ll suck you while Kurt fucks me, and then you can jump in after he seeds me.” But Dustin remained frozen in the doorway, content to watch the show with a raging boner in his pants. “I’m gonna bust,” Kurt announced urgently. And by the time he’d emptied his balls in me, Dustin was no longer there. Dammit. “I can let myself out,” Kurt stated while pulling on his clothes. And so I remained in bed, reveling in the feeling of a fresh load up my ass . . . until I realized Dustin had returned to the doorway. A thick eight-incher was protruding from his unzipped jeans. Game on, motherfucker.
“Bring that big dick here,” I gestured. Dustin stood at the edge of the bed as I took his cock down my throat. “Shit, that feels good,” Dustin exhaled. “I’ve never been sucked by a guy.” Releasing his cock from my mouth, I instructed Dustin to strip down and stretch out on the bed. “I wanna ride your big cock,” I declared. “I . . . uh . . . I don’t think I’m ready for that,” Dustin stammered while climbing naked onto the bed. “Can you just suck me? I want to watch you swallow my load. My wife won’t swallow my cum.” I forced a smile without agreeing to his request, knowing I wanted his load up my ass and not down my throat.
“Oh . . . Fuuuck,” Dustin moaned, his head hanging over the side of the bed as I slobbered all over his big cock. “You gonna eat my cum when I bust?” he asked. “Mmm, hmm,” I agreed, not taking my lips off his big dick. I lied, for that big dick was about to go up my ass. With his eyes still closed, I released him from my mouth, jacking him with my right hand to maintain continuity. With my left hand on his chest, I pushed myself up and straddled Dustin. Releasing his cock from my hand, I then promptly sat upon his big dick, riding him at the same pace at which I had just jacked him. The transition was seamless.
“Fuuuck. Your mouth is incredible,” Dustin moaned, clueless to the fact that his cock was now up my ass. I proceeded to ride him hard, my cock and balls slapping against his tight abs, which is when he finally noticed something was different. “Oh, SHIT,” Dustin exclaimed upon opening his eyes and finding his cock up my ass. I expected him to push me off his cock, to tell me to fuck off, but that didn’t happen. “Damn, that’s hot,” he exclaimed as I cupped my cock and balls, giving Dustin a better view of his cock gliding in and out of my eager cunt. Dustin then grabbed me by the hips, jackhammering his cock into me at a frenzied pace.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Dustin announced urgently. “You want me to shoot up your ass?” he asked. I nodded in assent, trying to steady myself as he continued to pummel my hole. “Aww, SHIT,” Dustin soon roared, his body shaking under me as he flooded my guts with his warm load. I collapsed upon him as his balls finished emptying inside me. “Fuck, that was amazing,” Dustin exhaled as I popped off him and licked his cummy cock clean. I then lied beside him, my head on his sweaty chest, as our breathing returned to normal.
“Fuck,” Dustin exclaimed, looking at the clock on the bed table. “It’s almost lunch and I haven’t painted shit today.” My hand traveling down his abs, I found his cock was still hard. “Just one more load,” I begged, climbing back on top of him, “and then I promise I’ll let you work.” I lied. The only work Dustin accomplished upon leaving my house late that day was four more loads up my ass.
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

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