Naughty handyman and my missing panties p8

Just when jen thinks her wild experience with the naughty handyman is over, the window cleaner comes knocking.

It had been a little over a week since that incredibly wild, unforgettable experience I had with Tim and the other lads. In all honesty, I was desperately trying to push those naughty memories to the back of my mind, but every single day, I couldn’t help but think about how exhilarating it was to be taken by their big cocks, in so many unforgettable naughty positions.

Despite the thrill, guilt was also a constant companion. I mean, how could I not feel that way? I had to somehow shake it off and get back to my normal life, right?

It was, a sunny afternoon, and of course, Matt, my husband, was away on one of those never-ending work trips again. As I sat there, pondering the day ahead, little did I know that what was about to unfold would change everything in ways I could never have imagined. It was going to make that naughty experience, with Tim and the lad's look mind, in comparison.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door.
I strolled over, thinking it was probably a delivery or someone selling something. But when I swung the door open, my heart sank. Standing there was the window cleaner, the very same window cleaner who had distinctly witnessed me being gangbanged by Tim and the lad's.
My heart raced, and my face flushed bright red as embarrassment washed over me.

“Hi there, I’ve come for my payment,” he said patiently, a small smirk playing on his lips.

I fumbled for words, feeling flustered and overwhelmed. “Err, right, okay, how much was it again?” I asked, stumbling over my words.

He smiled, his grin widening.
“Well, let’s forget about money for a sec. How about I get some of what those lucky guys had last week?” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

A wave of confusion hit me, and I paused for a moment to process what he was insinuating.
“Um… I really don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” I stammered, trying to play it cool.

“Oh, I think you do, miss,” he replied, his expression shifting into something more predatory as he pulled out his phone from his pocket, swiping through images with a confidence that sent chills down my spine. He showed me several photos he had taken of me in those compromising positions with Tim and the lad's. My heart nearly stopped, I felt cold sweat trickling down my back.

“I notice you’re married too,” he added casually, his smile growing wicked. “Wouldn’t want your husband to find out what a dirty little slut his wife has been, now would we?”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Was he actually trying to blackmail me? The thought sent my mind spinning, and I was suddenly overwhelmed with a mixture of fear and dread.

Feeling trapped with no viable options left on the table, I reluctantly caved. “Okay, okay, what do you want from me?” I asked, my voice shaky and nervous. He grinned again, this time with an unsettling confidence, as he took a step inside the house.
I stood there, my mind racing, nowhere near certain about what he wanted but fully aware that this wouldn’t end well for me.

He shut the door behind him, smiling. I looked at him nervously.

“Seriously, can you just tell me what you want? Then you can leave,” I managed to say, feeling more anxious by the second.

But he shook his head, a smirk on his face.
“No, no, no, miss. Let’s get one thing straight, you’re not in charge here. One little chat with your husband, and I can ruin everything for you. Do you understand?”

I could feel the panic rising inside me, I knew exactly what that meant. If I didn’t comply with his wishes, he’d be more than willing to share those incriminating photos with Matt. The thought alone was enough to make my heart race uncontrollably.
I couldn't let Matt see those explicit images of me in such a compromising position. Not for anything in the world. I was in way over my head, and I had no idea how I was going to navigate this storm that had just blown into my life.

"so, how about we kick things off with a blowjob? You seemed to really enjoy giving them out last week," he jokes, smiling.

I can feel my heart racing, and I nod my head, feeling a mix of anxiety and resignation.

"Alright, whatever. I'll do anything just to keep you from showing my husband," I say, my voice shaky but trying to sound more confident than I feel.

As soon as those words leave my lips, he casually starts to unbuckle his belt, that grin never leaving his face. I watch, utterly flabbergasted, as his trousers slide down to the floor, leaving me in a state of complete shock.

Oh my goodness, what on earth?! My eyes widen as I take in the sight of his huge black cock just hanging there, swaying slightly. It’s wasn't even hard yet, but it looked absolutely massive.
I kneel down before him, nervously.

"That's right, my little slut, don’t be scared. It won’t bite you; just put it in your mouth," he chuckles, and I can hear the teasing lilt in his voice as if he's enjoying this moment way too much.

I hesitantly reached for his cock, my fingers trembling a little as I lifted it. Wow, it was surprisingly hefty in my hand! The sheer size still had me in awe, and I couldn’t believe the way it twitched at my gentle touch. I brought the head close to my lips, feeling a rush of excitement as I took him in, and I could actually feel it growing just from that!

Taking a deep breath, I began to stroke his shaft, feeling the warmth radiate from it as I slowly took more into my mouth. It wasn’t long before I could feel him throbbing persistently, pulsating with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. I couldn't help but gasp in disbelief as I admired his massive length—seriously, it was even bigger than the three guys who had their way with me last week! I mean, this was on an entirely different level.

It had to be around 12 inches, and honestly, it looked a bit intimidating, but strangely enough, I found myself getting more and more aroused by this wild and unexpected situation. I could hear him encouraging me, his voice low and filled with desire as he gasped,

“Mmm, that’s it, you little slut, don’t hold back! I want you to give me the same treatment you gave them.” His words sent a thrill through me.

I realized I really had no option if I wanted to stop him from revealing anything to my husband. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands—literally. I slowly ran my tongue along the length of his impressive cock.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s it, you dirty little slut,” he moaned, clearly enjoying what was happening. “Keep going! I know how seen how much of a dirty, slut you can be.”

Feeling a surge of excitement, I lifted his heavy ball sack and began to lick them, all the while stroking his massive cock with my other hand. The anticipation mixed with the thrill of the moment was undeniable.

“That’s right, slut, suck my big black balls,” he urged, his voice low and filled with need.

I began sucking hard on each of his balls in turn, fully caught up in the moment. The way he spoke to me was driving me wild, and I could feel my desire intensifying with every passing second. The world around us seemed to fade away as I got swept up in the heat of it all, his words igniting something deep within me. Seriously, the combination of his praise and the urgency of the situation had me feeling more worked up than ever.

He pulls me off, gripping my hair tightly, and suddenly thrusts his cock back into my mouth.

"Mmm, yes," he groans, clearly enjoying himself as he pushes forward, filling my mouth with his impressive size. I can feel my eyes start to tear up a bit as I struggle to take him without gagging. He pulls back, letting his shaft slap against my cheeks, a playful little tease, before he plunges back in.

I couldn't believe this was happening right there in my own living room again. Honestly, it was mad to think that I was actually gagging on this massive black cock! And believe it or not, this was already the fourth big cock, I’d had the pleasure of taking care of in just a week. I gasped at the thought, my mind racing.

He turns around and bends over, his massive balls hanging like tennis balls, as he spreads his cheeks wide for me.

Go on, slut, you know what I want—lick my asshole like you were doing to them other guy's last week, you slut.

Omg, I gasp and reach out, taking his massive black cock into my hand and continue to stroke him. I lean forward and suck each of his balls before nervously licking around his asshole. The taste was surreal, I was getting more aroused by the second. I continue to flick my tongue around his hole, causing him to moan.

"Yeah, that's it, keep going, you dirty slut. Faster, faster, or I'll be showing your husband some pictures, of you getting gangbanged," he laughs

I grab his thick cock, now with both hands and start stroking him like crazy, really going at his asshole with my tongue. I felt so incredibly naughty doing it, but honestly, it was also making me so turned on. The idea of this random guy holding that over me was seriously messing with my head. I pressed my tongue harder against him, licking with all my might, the strong smell and taste filling my senses.

"Mmm, fuck, that's it, slut," before pulling away. He stands up, facing me again, and smacks his cock against my face. "Alright, slut open up," he commands.

I open my mouth, watching him as he steadily strokes himself. I knew what was coming. "Mmm, yes, yes," he groans, and then his cock explodes, sending thick streams of cum all over my face. Wow, I was completely covered; I'd never seen so much, and it was just dripping down my face.

"fuck, you're a real dirty slut. Me and the guys are definitely gonna have some fun with you," he laughs.

"Wait, didn't you say we were done if I did what you wanted?" I asked.

"No, slut, I'm just getting started," he grinned. I looked at him, feeling uneasy.

"Yeah, I've got five other guys who work for me, and I told them I'd find them another married white slut, to mess around with," he smirked.

My stomach dropped as I saw his erection subside. He smiled at me.

"So, here's what your going to do," he said with a grin. "You're going to get one of your friends to join us next time. I want her to be just as hot as you and married, got it?" he explained.

"Hold on, this is insane. How am I supposed to get any of my friends to do this?" I asked, starting to panic.

"Well, that's your problem. If you don't, I'll show your husband those pictures, understand?" he grinned. "You've got two days, and we'll be back."

My mind was a total mess of anxiety as he pulled his pants back up with a smirk. 'Two days, remember, or your husband's gonna hear all about what a slut his wife is, he warned, then just sauntered out.
I scrambled upstairs to the bathroom, trying to clean myself up. I was desperately trying to figure out who I could even ask for help. This was a serious mess, what was I going to do? I scrolled through my mental list of friends, but no one immediately sprang to mind as someone I could confide in. After a bit of thinking, Beth was the only one I could even consider. She's married, attractive, my age, with gorgeous blonde hair and a great figure.

But how on earth could I ask her about this? The sheer shame of admitting what I'd gotten myself into felt like too much. Still, I knew I had to do something, and quickly. I ended up texting Beth, suggesting she pop over for a drink. Thankfully, she said yes.

Later that evening, with two bottles of wine chilling and ready to be uncorked, I found myself pacing the living room, rehearsing the words I would use. Maybe, just maybe, after a couple of glasses of wine, the courage would magically appear. Or perhaps I could spin a few carefully crafted white lies, sugarcoating the unpalatable truth to make it sound a little less… well, insane. Because let's be honest, there was absolutely no way I could actually ask her if she'd be willing to let six black men gangbang her just to bail me out of this utterly ridiculous mess I'd managed to get myself into. Surely, that was a bridge too far, even for the most understanding of friends, I thought, a fresh wave of anxiety washing over me.

Each passing minute felt like an eternity, stretching out endlessly until a welcome rap echoed from my front door. It was Beth, and after a couple of glasses of wine had loosened our tongues, the moment I'd been dreading – and building up to – had finally arrived. It was time to confess.

'Beth, I really need your help with something,' I confessed, my gaze fixed on her, trying to gauge her reaction.

She turned to me, a playful grin spreading across her face. 'Yeah, lay it on me. What's up?' she asked, her tone light and encouraging.

My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat of pure dread as I began to spill the embarrassing details of my recent folly.

"Okay, so, I'm really not proud of this at all, but I did something pretty stupid with the handyman I had over last week,"I admitted, my voice trailing off as I instinctively bowed my head in a gesture of utter shame.

'Basically,' I mumbled, my words barely audible, 'he kind of, well, he... he fucked me.'

I decided to hide the truly wild part – the fact that it wasn't just one guy, but a trio, and I was, in fact, being gangbanged.

'Oh my god!' Beth gasped, her eyes widening in disbelief.

'Yeah, and it gets even worse, I continued, the confession tumbling out now. 'I had absolutely no idea the new window cleaner was lurking around, and, he saw the whole thing. Now he's got me over a barrel, blackmailing me and threatening to tell Matt everything.'

Beth’s jaw dropped, a look of pure shock freezing her face. She was utterly speechless, unable to utter a single sound. I watched her, anxiously scanning her expression for any sign of judgment or disgust.

Finally, after what felt like another age, she managed to blurt out,

"What on earth were you thinking?" she asked, though a mischievous grin had already begun to replace the shock.

I looked back at her, with a sheepish smile.
"Honestly? I don't even know what happened, he just kept trying all week, being so persistent, and before I knew it, he was literally fucking me with his huge cock."

Beth's eyes shot wide open, her expression a mixture of disbelief and intrigue, as she processed my words. "Huge cock? What on earth are you talking about?" she blurted out, leaning forward slightly.

A playful smirk danced across my lips as I met her gaze. "OMG, Beth, it was absolutely massive – I'm talking a solid ten inches," I confessed, a genuine smile spreading across my face. I watched her closely, her face lighting up with sheer amazement.

"No way! Ten inches? Wow, you are such a dirty slut!" she exclaimed, a teasing lilt in her voice.

"Honestly, I still feel so incredibly guilty about the whole situation," I admitted, my voice lowering slightly, "but at the same time, wow, his enormous cock felt… incredible."

She took a sip of her drink, her mind clearly whirring. "So, this window cleaner guy… how are you even going to get out of this mess with him?" she inquired, her brow furrowed.

"Well, that's the really messed-up part," I gasped, reaching for the bottle to refill both our glasses. "He basically showed up at my place, practically demanding that if I didn't perform oral sex on him, he'd immediately send those compromising pictures he has straight to Matt."

"So, what did you do? What choice did you have?" she pressed, her eyes wide with concern.

"Exactly. I had absolutely no choice in the matter. I had to suck his massive, black cock," I said, a hint of resignation in my tone. I deliberately held back the even more humiliating part, the part where he'd made me lick his asshole.

Her jaw nearly unhinged, her eyes widening in utter shock at this new revelation. "OMG, he was… black?" she stammered, the color draining from her face.

"Yes, he was, and somehow, his cock was even bigger than I'd initially described," I confirmed, the memory still vivid and unsettling.

By this point, with both of us decidedly tipsy, I knew it was time to drop the final, devastating bombshell. "So, Beth, this is where things get even more terrifying for me," I announced, my voice trembling slightly.

Her eyebrows shot up towards her hairline. "More terrifying? How could it possibly get any worse than this?" she asked, a nervous grin playing on her lips.

"Well, after I'd finished with him, he basically gave me an ultimatum: I had two days to find a friend – someone to bring over – so that he and the other window cleaners could, you know, have some 'fun' with us," I explained, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

I held her gaze, anxiously awaiting her reaction.

"OMG, you cannot be serious! You're not actually asking me to help you out of this absolute nightmare, are you? I mean, what the hell? How many of them are there?" she demanded, her voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and growing anger.

"Beth, please, I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't completely and utterly desperate," I pleaded, my voice cracking. I looked at her again, seeing the gears turning in her head, the evident concern warring with her shock.

"Please, Beth, I'm begging you. I know for a fact that if I don't comply with his demands, he will absolutely show Matt those pictures," I reiterated, my voice thick with desperation.

"I can barely even believe I'm saying this out loud, but what exactly does he want us to do?" she finally asked, her voice a strained shout.

My own eyes widened in genuine shock. Was she actually considering helping me through this? But now the terrifying question loomed: what could I possibly tell her? Should I sugarcoat it, try to make it sound less horrific, or should I be completely honest about the true extent of what he had planned for us?

"OMG, Beth, thank you. Thank you so much for even considering helping me out of this," I breathed, a wave of relief washing over me. Now was the time to spin the truth. "So, from what I understand, he and about five of his mates want to come over to my place," I explained, pausing to gather my thoughts. "I don't think they're asking for much – maybe just a blowjob or a handjob, I think that's what he implied," I offered, trying to downplay the severity.

The brutal truth, however, was that I had no clue what I was asking her to step into. But my desperation had completely overshadowed any sense of self-preservation. I simply had no other choice.

Beth stared at me, her face a mask of bewildered exasperation. "fuck jen, I can't believe you've managed to get yourself into such a colossal mess," she finally managed, with an, almost disbelieving grin spreading across her face.

"Beth, I am so, so sorry. But please, will you help me out?" I asked again, my voice laced with renewed urgency.

She let out another sigh, this one tinged with resignation. "Alright, fine. But if Dave ever finds out about this, I'm going to kill you," she warned, her grin now tinged with nervousness. "And just so we're clear, there's absolutely no way I'm going any further than a blowjob, got it?" she added, her tone firm and unwavering.

"BETH, you have no idea how much this means to me. I promise, I will never, ever put myself or anyone else in a situation like this again," I vowed, the sincerity in my voice palpable.

We shared a brief, pregnant pause, the weight of our agreement settling between us. Beth's expression softened, a genuine smile replacing the earlier apprehension.

"So, spill it," she said, her eyes twinkling with a newfound curiosity. "How old is this window cleaner you're so worried about?" she asked, a playful lilt to her voice. "And when you say 'big,' how big are we actually talking here?" she added, leaning in slightly.

I swallowed, a blush creeping up my neck. Admitting this felt incredibly awkward. "Err... maybe in his sixties?" I admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across my face. "And probably around twelve inches."

Beth burst out laughing, a loud, unrestrained cackle. "OMG, you dirty, dirty girl! So you're telling me you actually sucked off a sixty-year-old?" she gasped, tears streaming down her face. "Twelve inches, though? Seriously?"

"Well, I didn't exactly have much of a choice, did I?" I retorted, a playful grin mirroring hers.

"OMG, Jen, I cannot believe you're now asking me to help you pleasure a bunch of old dudes," she teased, her voice slurring slightly as she took another sip of her drink. "Seriously, what have you gotten us into?" she giggled.

We both dissolved into laughter on the sofa, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting us. "Well, at least you get to experience a big black cock," I teased back, my voice laced with mischief. "You're always complaining about Dave's measly four inches," I shouted, my laughter echoing through the room.

Beth looked at me, her grin widening. "Yeah, well, I am..." she gasped, still giggling uncontrollably, "but I never, ever imagined it would be like this!"

As the evening wound down, I called a taxi for Beth, thanking her profusely once again for her unexpected assistance. She was still buzzing from the alcohol and giggling uncontrollably about my rather unique predicament. All I could do was cross my fingers and hope she wouldn't have second thoughts about our little adventure come morning.