Lay the Pipe! Handyman Hard-on

After watching my handyman working so hard, I wanted his handyman hard-on!

 

I know a crush on your local handyman is cliché, but after seeing the handyman, Ronnie, laying the pipe in my apartment complex, I couldn’t help but wonder how he would lay the pipe in the bedroom! Besides, I noticed his handyman hard-on when he was working. Every time he began to exert himself, I saw the bulge in his pants getting bigger and bigger.

How do I get my hands and mouth on that handyman hard-on?

I had a plan! I needed a reason to get him up in my apartment and on my bed. My headboard had a secret spot behind it where I hid shackles and other stashes for my toys. But above my bed was my ceiling fan. Magically, my ceiling fan needed to be replaced, so I called up Ron. He answered, “Hello there, Kiera. What can I do for you?” I wanted to tell him that I wanted my mouth and pussy wrapped around his handyman hard-on!

Instead, I replied, “Oh, my ceiling fan has seen better days. I need a new one asap. I get so hot in my bedroom when it’s time for bed.” Ron arrived quickly with a tank top, ripped jeans, and his work belt; he was prepared for this job.

But I was looking for a different way to work his body.

I started out sweet by preparing him a glass of lemonade. But then I offered to spike it with something alcoholic. He initially refused, but I insisted on rewarding his hard work at the building. Ron said he was having a rough time. “I wish I could fix it for you the way you fix everything here,” I mused.  Then I made sure he got to relax for a bit before he got to work on my ceiling fan. He could only reach the fan by getting on my bed. Phase one of my plan was about to be a success!

That handyman hard-on was going to be mine! He kicked off his shoes and hopped on my sheets. As Ron reached up, I noticed his lower abs when his shirt popped out of his jeans, and he noticed my headboard had a reflective surface. “Oh, if you don’t mind me saying, that’s an interesting-looking headboard.” I started to show him the secret compartments in it to hide things. I abruptly pulled out the shackles and linked them to Ron’s wrists.  That bulge of his jeans got bigger; getting him out of his pants was the next step.

I’d be on that handyman hard-on soon!

Ron didn’t protest too much. As I ripped off his pants, his handyman hard-on was bigger than I thought it would be! I licked his cock up and down and said, “I think you needed to be here for a different kind of job.” I deepthroated him, and as I choked, he moaned louder. My head bounced on his cock until it was rock hard. But I needed to make him work a little; after all, he was here to fix something. And I was going to have him fix me up with a good dicking. First, I slowly took off my top and my panties. Then, I shoved my soaked panties in his mouth and ordered, “Work for this pussy.” I tapped his hard cock on my dripping wet cunt. He began to lift up his hips to get inside me.

Ron was definitely handy to have around; he managed to get his big cock in my pussy with his hard thrusts. Even shackled, he managed to fuck like he was the aggressor. I rode his cock, and he kept thrusting up into me. And let me tell you, that handyman hard-on really got the job done! I came all over his cock before he did. When he blew his load, I agreed to set him free. Once he cleaned up, he said, “Wow, that pussy of yours fixed everything!”

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