The Contractor’s Visit
It was a sweltering summer afternoon, and the house felt like a sanctuary of stillness. I was home alone for the holidays, enjoying the liberating feeling of being completely naked. I had always been comfortable with my body, possessing a natural confidence that made me love the way the warm air brushed against my skin and the way my breasts felt free and heavy without the constraint of clothing.
I wandered toward the terrace, seeking a bit of sun, when I rounded the corner and collided with a wall of solid muscle. I gasped, looking up into the piercing eyes of Raul, my father’s cousin. He had arrived to handle some home repairs, and he was a specimen of raw masculinity—tall, blond, and incredibly fit. He was shirtless, wearing only tight work pants and heavy boots that made him look like a force of nature.
Raul didn’t hesitate. His gaze swept over my naked form with an intensity that made my knees weak. “I’ve wanted you for a long time,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Now you’re finally mine.” I didn’t resist; I was mesmerized by his strength and the sheer size of him.
He swept me up and carried me into the nearest bedroom, tossing me onto the bed. He moved with a predatory grace, parting my legs and burying his face between them. His tongue was firm and expert, swirling around my clitoris with a precision that sent jolts of electricity through my spine. I arched my back, gripping his hair and pulling him closer, desperate for more of the exquisite pleasure he was providing.
When he finally rose, he shed his pants to reveal a member that left me breathless. He was enormous, thick and pulsing with a purple hue at the head. He guided me to take him into my mouth, and I obeyed instinctively. The sheer girth of him filled me completely, pushing me to my limits as I tasted the salt of his skin. He groaned, his hips thrusting rhythmically until he released a hot, thick flood of cream into my throat, forcing me to swallow every drop.
But he wasn’t finished. He flipped me onto my stomach, positioning me on all fours. He delivered a few sharp swats to my rear, the sting heightening my arousal. He used his fingers to lubricate me, blending my own juices with a focused intensity before he positioned himself at my entrance. With one powerful surge, he entered me from behind. The initial shock of his size was overwhelming, a mixture of pressure and fullness that bordered on pain, but it quickly melted into a deep, visceral pleasure.
Raul hammered into me with a primal rhythm, his calloused hands gripping my hips and his teeth grazing my neck. I screamed into the pillows, lost in a whirlwind of sensation. As he reached his peak, he gripped my clitoris firmly, driving me over the edge just as he poured himself deep inside me. We collapsed together, breathless and spent, the air heavy with the scent of our shared passion.