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The Pump House
by Champion
“Bend over,” he’d whisper.
Down would come my elastic waistband and in would go his cock with little spittle to guide it home. It was big and he was angry fucker. He would keep his hand over my mouth to keep the screams from getting out. I knew if he heard the wife suddenly arrive out back he would zip up and round the corner to say we were looking at the pumps. Poor woman, she had probably hired a cute college boy hoping he’d boink her now and then, but instead he husband was having all the fun. But I didn’t mind really. I just wanted her hot husband to fuck me silly. After a couple of minutes, he would finish quietly and draw the elastic over my ruined ass; a gentle pat on my rear and a zip of his jeans and he’d disappear behind the wall once again.
Before leaving he’d congratulate me on a job well done, and if by chance I promised to come by at the same time next week he would offer me a hefty tip.
“Yes,” I’d answer “so long as we can take a look at the pumps once again.” Damn, he had a smile.
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