Deep Throat In The Shower – Let’s Get Wet ♕

The sun was finally out!

And some spring cleaning was in order and the Easter Bunny had come and gone. Silly me, I forgot that I’d called up the local handyman to come help me fix a thing or two around my new place. Not only that, I’d left the door open by accident when I decided to take a shower! For whatever reason, that afternoon I was feeling particularly horny as I lathered myself up with soap, rubbing the bubbles over my nipples as the water went between my perky tits, down to my pussy, down the sides of my legs to the drain below.

As you know, one of my favorite things in the world is sucking big black cock, and all I could think about as I stood there lathering up my body under that hot water was the hot feel of hard cock against the back of my throat. Whenever I deep throat a cock, my clit goes so wild I can come from that sensation alone.

I didn’t hear the handyman knock, but I sure heard him say “hello?” Is it deep throat time?

“Oh!” I screamed, and immediately turned off the shower. “I am so, so sorry miss…” he started, and I could hear the embarrassment in his voice. “No! Don’t leave!” I said, opening the glass shower door, so he could take me in for all my naked glory. “Please stay,” I continued, “I think my shower needs fixing too. Why don’t you come in here?” Long story short, I convinced him to get undressed and into the shower with me so I could suck the fuck out of his fucking cock. Hard, working man’s cock. The best kind to deep throat.

I could see him admiring my eyes and face as I deepthroated him, my ruby red lips leaving a layer of delicious slobber up and down his veiny shaft. I looked straight up into his eyes and never once broke eye contact, like the good girl I am, even when I needed a break to same up to lick the tip every so often. His moans were soft, gentle, and made my pussy tingle. As his moans became louder, I could feel him getting harder and harder in my mouth, but I could tell he wanted to cum on my face. I didn’t mind, since the deep throat was what got me off, and because I was already in the shower.

His moans escalated with passion, while I gave him passionate deep throat.

A little cum hit the back of my throat as he pulled out and jerked out gob after gob onto my forehead, trickling down the sides of my face and nose, down over my lips, all over my cheeks. He grabbed my hair and came in it, too. Pulled my face in so he could slap my cheeks with his still-hard cock. Some women would find this degrading, but it turned me on so much I just wanted it back in my mouth again, so that’s what I did. I gave him deep throat him some more, but this time when he came, I grabbed his ass and held his cock completely in my mouth in throat, pressing him against me, and I would not let him go until his balls had been drained completely and he could no longer hold himself up.

By then, his previous cum had dried and we were both pretty tired. “This has been amazing, miss, but I really should get to work,” he said. “Yeah, you do,” I said, “and look at me! I guess I need another shower. See you in a few,” then shut the door behind him, dressed in a towel. I could fuck him before he left, I thought, but I really just wanted to deep throat him again.

If April showers really bring May flowers, I hope it means I will be seeing more of my new handy man.