I [F] blew a guy to fix my boiler

I saw on here a few months ago that someone posted on Fetlife for a kink-friendly joiner, for work in exchange of a blow job. I loved the story and often rub myself to sleep thinking about it.

A few weeks ago and I keep smelling rotten eggs when running hot water. A quick Google suggests it’s the valves in the boiler; as handy a girl as I am, I don’t want to be messing around with my heating system on the brink of winter.

I put a post on Fetlife, only to have to removed. I scoured the site for a few evenings searching for a heating engineer that would give a “kink price” for a service.

Eventually I turned to my call girl friend for help. Turns out she has a builder as a regular client, who she fucks for free for a hefty discount on her extension. And he knows a heating engineer.

Result.

I didn’t think much else of it.

Until he was was stood at my door. This morning.

My stomach dropped and my throat went dry as reality set in; I’d just hired this guy to fuck my mouth instead of taking payment for his time; what if he was repulsive and abusive? What if he hadn’t washed himself or his cock?

I opened the door as my head went light from the stress. And found a fit, middle-aged engineer introducing himself.

My fears evaporated and we both nervously moved to the kitchen where my boiler hung from the wall. He looked at it, exclaimed professionally that it’s a Worcester and an easy one to fix, and then went quiet.

My turn to be professional.

I sweet and small-talked him until he was on my counter top, so that I would have a better angle at swallowing him. He was a little flustered when I grabbed his trouser fly but I soon had his short but thick, veiny cock out in the open.

And immediately in my throat.

He sat there moaning softly. Stroking my hair. Playing with my ear, weirdly.

I kept his cock in my mouth. Sucking. Licking. Occasionally pushing myself down and taking him in my throat.

It was a decent amount of time – about 20 minutes – when I took his cum onto my glasses, letting him slide off onto the floor and recompose himself.

He was still a little flustered and embarrassed. I didn’t help by sitting on the side near him.

Eating and licking his cum off of my spectacles.

Eventually he found the problem with the boiler and set about writing down part numbers.

“How long do you think you’ll be?” I asked, twirling my hair with my fingers.

“Probably an hour, tops” he replied, regaining his composure and speech.

I sat there, thinking. It was exhilarating, having someone you don’t know come to your home and use your body in exchange for service. And he was here, right now. I tasted his cock in my mouth. Ate his cum.

Rush of blood to the head. I wanted more.

“Do you think you could be a little faster? I don’t think I couldn’t hold out that long”.

I slipped out of my jeans and underwear and pushed back onto the sideboard. Spread my thighs wide. Played with my pussy. Moaned. Bit my lip.

He stared at me in amazement for a good few seconds before rushing out of the door.

I went upstairs to relax whilst he was gone. My head still spinning, heart fluttering. I’ve been in all sorts of kinky scenarios, slutted my way through college, had a sugar daddy in university, and am a part-time call girl myself, but this was an entirely new feeling.

As I heard his van pull up outside I was lubed up and perched in place.

I gasped quickly as he brushed past me with valves and washers. Squealed as he took his tools to the boiler. Moaned and growled whilst he tested the workings of the water flow.

It was about half an hour until he threw down his tools, slipped a condom over his cock, and slid into me.

I didn’t have much time to feel his veins inside my pussy, however. He threw my ankles over his shoulders and heaved me up into his arms, carrying me into the living room where he held me, curled into a ball, on the sofa as he fucked me.

It didn’t last long enough, but the feeling of being picked up and tossed around and held down was amazing.

He was out the door by half 11 to carry on with his day at other clients; luckily I’d booked the day off work, I can’t possibly think straight after that.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/iygod0/i_f_blew_a_guy_to_fix_my_boiler