The Carpet Guy

[Bobbyboy]

9:30 a.m. and she almost got off.

"Shit!" Heather whispers to herself. Glancing at her nightstand clock the carpet cleaners weren't supposed to be here until 10:30. Heather was hard-up not having had any while her boyfriend was away on a business trip.

The doorbell rings again. "Ok, give me a second please." as she quickly grabs the only thing she could find, tight noodle string pajama top with matching, very short bottoms. Heather opens the door to two guys in their overall uniforms. Silence as the two were greeted by an almost naked brunette, her breasts not yet finished bouncing, bare foot and out of breath. "You the carpet guys?" With a nod, Heather stepped aside as each passed trying not to look. "You guys are a little early." Heather was irritated beyond reason. "Jim told us to be here at 9:30 ma'am, sorry for the inconvenience." She saw both of them looking at her for a moment when she realized what was going on. "Ok, no problem. Let me call him and make sure there's no other confusion."

"Jim," Heather was pretty pissed, "babe, what the heck are these guys doing here, you told me 10:30?"

"I did, I'm sorry but the only time they had available was 9:30."

"That would have been nice to know, jerk."

"Sorry Heather. What do you expect me to do?"

Heather blushed, "Jim, I was at the cusp of getting off when the doorbell rang. I'm so wet right now those guys probably saw me dripping."

"How could they see you dripping?"

"Well," Heather really getting embarrassed and even hornier, "I grabbed the first thing I could find to wear which were those set of pink PJs you got me for Christmas. Lucky you weren't here because the carpet guys were practically ripping them off me with their eyes." Just to add insult to injury for getting the times wrong without telling her Heather goes on to say, "The Mexican guy was a looker."

"What do you mean, '...a looker..."?" Ah, she had him. Revenge is sweet.

"I'm just saying Jim, he's cute."

"Would you do him?" This'll shut her up for sure he thought.

"I'd do them both." Right in the solar plexus.

"Hmm."

A few minutes later the carpet man's cell phone rang. "Hey Mr. C. Sorry there was some confusion in the schedule. We'll give you one room for free to smooth things over with the Mrs."

"Joe, no problem. I appreciate you guys coming in. Listen, I'd like for you to do me a favor...."

Heather was about to put on something descent when she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "Hey Heather." Who's calling me she thought. Those guys don't know my name. "Jim would like to speak with you regarding the favor he'd asked us to do."

"I am going to kill him when he gets home." whispering to herself. "What? What kind of favor?" she opens the door, "I didn't hear the phone ring." "He's on my cell phone ma'am." Joe handing her the phone as Heather brushing his hand on purpose to get him going thinking, "These guys look like they haven't gotten laid in a year."

"Jim?"

"Hey babe, change of plans."

"What?"

"You're going to get what you want?"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're going to get two for the price of one. I told these guys what happened when they came this morning and asked them to fix the situation."

"You're kidding me right, Jim?" Heather looking a little concerned.

"I told them you were in the middle of getting off when they came. I gave them permission to finish you off and make sure that you are well satisfied."

"What the FUCK are you talking about?"

"You're seconds away from getting what you want babe. Just relax." As Jim said this the two men began stripping without saying a word. Heather saw they were both hard as a rock but instead of screaming she inched forward putting each in hand.

As Heather moved her hands up and down both their shafts feeling and squeezing each one as she got hotter and wetter the Mexican guy grabbed her shoulders and turned her away from them. The next thing she felt were four hands moving up and down her body covered only with the pink PJs she spoke about earlier. "You wet bitch?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever been fucked by a Mexican before?"

"No."

"You're about to."

Heather felt her bottoms slip to her ankles and one of their cocks slide up between her legs. "Mr. Jim told us we can cum in you." Then she felt him pressing up against her pussy, easily sliding in. Her mouth started to open when a sweaty cock plunged in making her gag for a moment. "Suck it Ms. Heather, suck it." Heather was now rocking back and forth, getting fucked on both ends by two carpet cleaners who were taking orders from her boyfriend.

Stopping momentarily, they picked her up and threw her on the bed.

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing!?!"

"Relax Ms. Heather. We don't want kids so we'll need you to bend over the bed."

"What?"

"Yep, Mr. Jim said, 'I want you guys to cum in her but don't get her pregnant.'"

"Fucking bastard." Heather thought about Jim. "I need to get off first guys, please."

"Bend over ma'am."

As one held her down the other started to lick her ass and pussy. Heather's pent up orgasm exploded writhing through her body being held tightly in position, her ass bare for the taking which is what she felt enter her next.

Very tight at first she started to relax. He pumped slowly but deeply pushing all of himself into her ass until she felt his balls slap against her pussy. Just the thought sent her through the roof. But as the pounding went on she could feel and hear him come close to cumming which sent another wave of pleasure down her thighs and ending up curling her toes. She'd never had an anal orgasm before.

It didn't take a lot more pounding until he unloaded. As the first carpet cleaner finished she felt the second one enter her pussy. "Don't worry."

Cum was oozing out her ass dripping down to her pussy lubricating the Mexican guy even more as he held her down and moved back and forth making Heather's knees weak. Right as she thought he was cumming he pulled out, turned her around, knelt her down and shoved his massive unit into her mouth.

She could feel how hard he was and how ready he was to cum. As she sucked him harder the thought of him unloading in her mouth shot deeper waves of intense orgasms through her body this as he grabbed the back of her head and bared down cumming at the back of her throat.

Laying there, satisfied to completion, the carpet guys put on their gear finished-up the house and left without saying a word. The phone rang, "Hey babe. You get what you wanted?"

"Fuck you, and yes, I got exactly what I was looking for."

[roadrunner]

Nice story! Thanks!

[Bobbyboy]

Thanks roadrunner. It's one of my many fantasies and stories that we posted on our own blog prior to changing direction. Glad you enjoyed.