Before the Job
It seemed like such an easy job for my mate Edward and, to be honest, it was; it was just the type of job that wasn’t quick. It was a renovation job in his bedroom and spare room. I was to convert the spare room to a huge walk-in wardrobe for his wife, and he wanted his bedroom done up too. Easy, but time-consuming. Especially as his family seemed to be milling around — and by that, I mean his eldest daughters.
I’ve been friends with Ed for years but it had been a long time since I’d seen his older children. One of them was around when I was giving Ed the quote and, holy fuck, I was blown away. They were both at University thank fuck, Ed told me whilst complaining about the fees and how, for some reason, their summer jobs weren’t helping pay for it. It was this fact I had to keep reminding myself of throughout the entire time as, whilst I was giving Ed his quote, my eyes were drawn to a young woman with long black hair and legs popping from her skirt like no tomorrow and someone who bounded over to us to say hello almost instantly.
She introduced herself as Abbie and had a soft flirty tone to her voice that suggested a hell of a lot and too much for my mate’s daughter, who was only around half my age.
Yeah, it seemed such an easy job when I first agreed to it. I was to see a lot more of Abbie as it happened. A lot more.
Monday
I was nervous as hell when the job came and I arrived at Ed’s house bright and early on a rainy Monday morning. More nervous than I expected for a job, the memory of Abbie having burnt bright in my mind. I needn’t have panicked too much — I only had to see the family in the mornings as I arrived and again when I left. Ed was packing his two youngest off to nursery and the rest of the family was at work. I had three days to get the job done before they’d start to be off work and milling around.
My mind wandered almost immediately after I walked through the door. Abbie was not ready for work as Ed was, or her elder sister who was dressed and heading out the door as I pulled up in my van. Abbie was still in her nightie, loosely buttoned up with some on the top and bottom left open leaving little to the imagination. My mind wandered, ideas of ripping it open; forcing her onto her back and slipping my cock inside her. I blinked it away. This was her house and she was perfectly entitled to wear what she wanted to without a pervert builder fixating on her.
‘Good morning, Simon,’ she said smiling at me as I started to lug my tools up the stairs.
I cleared my throat. ‘Morning, Abbie.’
‘I can’t wait to see your handiwork,’ she said. A sultry smile across her lips and I swear she was flirting with me.
‘Hopefully, I won’t be disturbing you too much, Ma’am,’ I said.
‘Oh, you won’t,’ she said biting down on her bottom lip.
She disappeared sharpish after that conversation — her mother Fiona had popped upstairs and was now giving me the grand tour and orientating me to everything I might need. Help myself to tea or coffee, that sort of thing.
Tuesday
On Tuesday she was around from the middle of the afternoon. I first saw her in what appeared to be a lace black bralette — no other top — and the tightest pair of jogging shorts I have ever seen. Her ass was entirely on show! They were peachy colored and her black panties underneath shone through. The jewel on her belly button ring kept catching the light from behind me as well as she talked sex to me. Quite why she started to talk sex I’ll never know but she brought it up!
‘Hi, Simon,’ she said starting the conversation off.
‘Hi, Abbie,’ I said.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked me.
I gave a brief description of where I was up to but she wasn’t listening. She was asking her twenty questions. ‘So is there a Mrs Simon?’ she asked.
I was slightly taken aback. ‘Er, not for a while. No.’
‘A good-looking man like you, there must be!’
I blushed and acted busy. ‘Not at the minute, Ma’am.’
‘No-one that takes your fancy now and then?’
‘I’m not sure I follow.’
‘You must have someone you see and fuck regularly, surely?’
I fucking wish! If only. ‘Sadly not.’
‘I do.’ She looked me dead in the eye as if to see my reaction. ‘And I’m seeing him tonight.’ Abbie winked as she walked off then, leaving me feeling slightly hard in my shorts at the conversation and needing a cold shower. The skintight minidress I copped her leaving in did not help my imagination.
Wednesday
On day three, I arrived at my usual time and Abbie was still having breakfast with her mum, Fiona. Fiona’s a lovely girl and a dear friend and I stood helping myself to a slice of toast chatting with her.
‘It’s looking great, Simon,’ she was saying. ‘It really is.’
I had stripped the spare room right back and today I was going to plasterboard it ready to build wardrobes in front. ‘Ah thanks, you’ve got a lovely home here, I’m only too glad to help.’
‘You can do my room next,’ Abbie butted in with a smile on her lips that sent my mind into overdrive. Unlike her mother, she wasn’t ready for work yet. Abbie was still in her dressing gown — naturally a silken kimono — her hair unbrushed and she looked exhausted. Like she had been up all night, which of course she had. My mind wandered with her just been fucked face, her silken kimono was tied loosely around her waist and I could see a hint of flesh underneath and enough to know she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath.
I coughed and swallowed at the same time, answering her question. ‘Anything you guys need, I’ll be happy to help out, you’re great to work for.’
‘I shall start to think then,’ Abbie said waving a slice of toast in the air.
‘More coffee, anyone?’ asked Fiona. She turned her back to us to pour everyone a fresh cup from the percolator and I watched as Abbie quickly took the opportunity to untie and redo her kimono strap. She gave me a huge flash of naked stomach but somehow managed to keep her breasts covered. She was an expert of the tease it seemed and, before I knew it, she was fully covered up.
‘You say what you need and I’ll do it for you,’ I croaked.
‘Oh, I will,’ Abbie said.
‘We all will, we really appreciate the work, Simon, we really do,’ Fiona had done the coffee now and seemed to be completely unaware of anything that had gone on. She had finally twigged that Abbie hadn’t got ready for work and raised one eyebrow — Abbie was working through the summer to help pay for her University course apparently. ‘Abbie, don’t you need to get ready?’
‘I’m going now, Mum, I’m off towards the end of the week though. Last day for a few days today!’ I was certain she cast a wry glance towards me out of the corner of her eye. I was going to need cold showers a lot more if she was around all day and not just the start and end of my work shift.
Thursday
Thankfully it wasn’t just Abbie that was off on Thursday. Fiona was too and that kept them quiet for most of the day; the pair of them were in and out of the house together by the minutes performing random jobs and whatnot. Abbie had even gone out for a run; her tight leggings and crop top sent the temperature soaring, especially when she came back soaked with sweat. I imagined soaking her with my cum instead. Despite that, I managed to get a lot done that morning.
The afternoon was a different matter.
It was just after lunch and Fiona was heading out to nip the shops. I heard Abbie tell her that she was going to stay home and catch some sleep — she was tired and needed a nap. As soon as we were alone she bounded up the stairs towards me.
‘Siiiiiimon,’ I heard her say quietly. ‘We don’t have long. Ten minutes max, I reckon.’
‘For what?’ I heard myself say.
She appeared at the door with a glint in her eye. She was wearing a short sundress, thin straps over the shoulders and she looked lovely. She came into the room I was working in and kissed me. Her mouth felt soft against mine and her tongue found its way around my throat easily. She had done that before for sure.
‘Come and fuck me. I need you, Simon.’
I dropped my tools and followed her to her room, my cock swelling in my shorts already. She hitched her dress up to her waist and laid down on her bed. She was on her back and her pussy was gleaming and waiting for me.
‘I’ve been wanking on and off all day ready for this,’ she said smiling. ‘Just fuck me. I need it. Now.’
I needed it too. I knelt in front of her and started to kiss her thighs, moving swiftly up to her pussy. She wasn’t lying about being ready. She was wet and she tasted amazing. My tongue met her clit and she moaned softly. I couldn’t believe my luck; a woman young enough to be my daughter was wanting to fuck me. Me!
I started to lick her clit, slowly at first and speeded up.
‘No time for that, Simon,’ I heard her whisper. ‘Not today anyway. I just really need cock. Your cock.’
I pulled my head away and pulled my shorts and boxers down, dropping them onto the floor. My cock stood out — I was hard and desperate. ‘Only if you’re sure.’
‘Fuck, that’s a lovely-looking cock,’ she whispered. ‘And yes.’
I climbed on top and slid my cock in, making sure to start kissing her again. It was quick, frenzied kissing. She pulled her tits out the top of her dress and I sucked on her nipple, causing Abbie to moan.
I did this whilst thrusting quickly inside her. It felt so fucking good to be inside her, every movement of my cock gave me small whips of pleasure. I felt her fingernails dig into my back, her hands had moved up my t-shirt. I fucked her hard, not slowing down. Thank God for stamina hey? Abbie’s moans and squeals in my ear almost causing me to cum far too quickly but mercifully, she really wasn’t lying about having wanked all day ready. She must have been on edge all afternoon as she came quickly with my cock buried deep inside her.
She grinned after she came and pushed me off onto my back. Quick as a flash she rolled around, her head finding my cock which she took her in her mouth without a moment’s pause. Fuck! I felt her tongue lick all the way up my shaft and around the tip of my cut cock. That was all I needed. A few circles of her tongue and I exploded into her mouth, my cum hitting the back of her throat and Abbie drank it all — she did not leave a drop.
That felt good. I can’t lie. She was right about not having much time too as a few seconds later her mother returned home. We moved quickly, I grabbed my shorts and boxers, pulling them on and slipping my trainers back on – on my way to the room I was supposed to be working in. Abbie, I noticed merely brushed her hair and smoothed her dress back down — making sure to cover her breasts back up.
I could think about nothing else all afternoon. I found the idea that she was downstairs, chatting to her family with no underwear on and wearing a dress she’d been fucked in so hot.
Friday
Friday I was due to finish at lunchtime and, to give Abbie credit, she let me finish up. She and her sister were milling around all morning; just the two of them and I got it pretty much all done. Everything was built and I was just performing the finishing touches when Hayley, the older sister knocked on the door and stuck her head in.
‘I’m heading out now, Simon, be back in a couple of hours,’ she said.
‘Ooh, going anywhere nice?’ I asked — out of sheer politeness really. I barely knew Hayley.
She gave a grin. ‘Off to meet my friend Ron.’
‘Well, have fun!’
‘Oh, I will. Er, Abbie needs help in her room. Have you got a minute?’
Did I have a minute to go to Abbie’s room? With the house about to empty for a few hours? After the previous day?
Yes. Yes, I did.
I knocked quietly on her door. ‘Abbie?’
‘Come in,’ I heard her soft voice call out.
I pushed the door and she was lying on her front, staring right at me. She wore a pink lingerie set that was tied in bows on her shoulders and her hips. She looked stunning. My jaw dropped.
‘And how can I help you?’ I grinned and pulled my dirty t-shirt over my head. I slid my shorts down too. No need to cover her in the grime of my job. I left my underwear on, my cock was hard underneath and I saw her smile towards it — biting on her bottom lip and making a lot of eye contact with it.
‘Make me scream and cover me with your cum,’ she said as she rolled around onto her back revealing her front. Fuck, I needed those tits. I needed everything.
I climbed onto the bed and climbed over her, peppering her bare flesh wherever I could see with kisses. She wriggled with each kiss before I found my way to her mouth, my tongue meeting hers. It was a hot, passionate kiss. She felt soft beneath my lips and I spent ages just kissing her, kissing her cheeks, nibbling her earlobes, kissing her neck. She groaned, her hands rubbing up and down my back and sliding into my boxers to cup my ass and squeezed it.
As I kissed her, my hands trailing over her flesh slowly towards her bra straps, I felt her reach in the front of my boxers and grab my cock.
‘Oops,’ she said as she pulled it out. Before I could say anything, she moved forwards and took it all in her mouth. It felt fucking good as she almost swallowed it all, her tongue all over my shaft, my pre-cum already leaking out.
I pushed her away and back onto her back. ‘It’s your turn today, Ma’am.’
Abbie giggled and let me control her. I slid my boxers off fully — they were only getting in the way and I positioned myself fully over her body. I felt the lace of her panties against my cock and that felt hot. I don’t know why, I’ve never been that type of guy but it worked. I rubbed against it slowly, her clit on the other side and Abbie moaned in my ear.
I then decided to finally undo the ribbon bra straps, it fell off easily and I threw it to one side as her breasts came up to meet my mouth. I peppered them with kisses, before licking all around her nipples taking my time until I finally licked and sucked them.
‘Oooh,’ I heard Abbie moan with my touch. I squeezed her breasts together with my hand and kissed her all the way down her stomach. Slowly. I kissed until I hit her panties where I kissed her clit through the lacy material. She moaned again as I started to lick through the lacy material. They were soaking wet and she arched her hips towards me.
The ribbons were undone quickly and I buried my face into her sweet tasting pussy. It was heaven. She tasted so good and I kept my face buried deep until she came with a loud shriek. Her hands were clutching at my hair, forcing my face to stay deep into her. It was only once she came did she let me come up and kiss her lips once more.
I was still in charge. I spun her around onto her front again and pulled her hips towards mine. She stayed bent forwards into the bed as I slid my cock inside her pussy and started to fuck her from behind. Every thrust felt good as I buried deep inside her.
‘Scream for me, Abbie. Scream,’ I commanded. It worked, she opened her vocal cords up and started to scream with every thrust. I kept my hands on her hips, working her back onto my cock, keeping myself inside her. I was loving every second of fucking this girl that was young enough to be my daughter. Every fucking second.
As I continued to thrust, I managed to work my right hand downwards towards her pussy and managed to rub her clit once more. I knew she liked it as all I heard was ‘Oh, Jesus fuck.’ She screamed as I rubbed and fucked and I did not stop until I felt her legs start to shake and quiver beneath my fingers. My cock felt like twitching as she had an uncontrollable orgasm around it but I kept my pace and rhythm until she begged me to stop.
I pulled out slowly and she spun around on the bed, giving me a deep kiss. She whispered in my ear, ‘It’s your turn, Simon.’
I laid on my back, cock straight up in the air as the youngster sat over me, sliding down onto my cock and we both moaned with pleasure as she started to rotate her hips. I nearly came there and then as she expertly kept control of the pace. Every time I almost came inside her, Abbie stopped. One of my hands was on her hips, the other playing with her nipples as she rode me to within an inch of my life. The constant tease and denial sending us both into pleasure heaven.
‘Abbie,’ I whispered. ‘I’m going to need to cum.’ I couldn’t take much more.
‘Remember your promise.’
I nodded and reluctantly let her get off me and she sat on the edge of the bed. I got up and stood in front of her. She started to play with my cock with her hands and she quickened up her pace, her hand job being just what I needed to cum. It shot out the end of my cock and smacked her straight in the face and breasts, dripping down her entire body and covering her.
Covered in my cum she laid back down and opened her legs once more. With my own hand, I finger fucked her to one more orgasm and, true to her word, she screamed the house down.
‘Thanks, Simon,’ as I dressed and got back to work. ‘You are a gentleman, you kept your promise.’
‘And you kept yours,’ I smiled.
‘So let me know when you can come round and help me with my own building work,’ she asked with an innocent look that didn’t work, my cum was still on her face.
‘Oh, I will.’ And I meant it.