When the naughty mommy cannot find a man to suck... or fuck... she is often left to her own devices.

A hot-pink vibrator in a silk bag next to the bed, brings some comfort and multiple orgasms. I lay in bed and play with myself... start off low and slow. I use the attached vibe-egg to tease my nipples and clit. I get two or three clitoral orgasms and get really wet before I used the unreasonable representation of a penis that hums to me. Then I start to move it in and out slightly to get it lubed a little... still the vibe-egg sitting on my clit and getting me all warm. I push the vibrator into me and move it in small circle to hit all of the good spots... the egg on my clit and the vibrator working in harmony to bring me to orgasm, two or three more times.

The doorbell rings. The dogs bark. I pull on some shorts and a 'wife-beater' (aka a men's tank-top), no panties, and rush down to answer the door. On my doorstep stands a rugged guy... a little beefy, built, face looks a little hard and angry, and the smell of his deodorant mixed with a few hours of manual labor give him a natural and attractive musk. Standing close to six feet tall, he seemed to tower over me. He said something about the cable - converter box, modem, land-line... I don’t remember. All I could think about was pushing him onto my couch and sitting on his lap. I let him in the door and walked him into the living room. I could see him look at the darkness of my nipples under the shirt I was wearing and I was watching his pants grow. Like a bolt of lightening shot between us, his features softened and his eyes smiled at me.

He messed around with some cable coming out of the wall and with our cable box thingy... he bent over to get some things out of his kit and I stared at the shape of his ass... it almost begged me to grab it. I sat on the couch for a better view and we smiled at each other and talked about regular daily bullshit. The room smelled like sex already, it had to have been from me playing alone just before he come to my door. I wondered if he smelled it, it was sweet and hot and I hoped it will tell him that I wanted to taste him. I stood up and waited in the doorway for him to get hit stuff together, I hoped he would see what I really wanted from him. He walked towards me and I froze, but he went to move past me in the doorway. As he passed my hand took a life of its own and I reached out to touch his strong forearm... covered in muscle and veins and very hard. He looked down at my hand, where I looked also and his other hand reached across him to move my hand off of his forearm and upward toward his chest.

          Not anticipating the reaction I received, I had to catch my breathe. Before I knew what was happening, he was pushing against me and his mouth hovered next to mine, the smell of spearmint gum and coffee was intoxicating. I moved my mouth closer and reached my tongue out to taste him. One of his hands held my hand against his chest and the other hand had slipped to my lower back. My tongued invitation accepted, his mouth closed over mine. Both of us taking in a deep breath in a cacophony of moving air. I pushed him towards the suede couch knowing my next move... I pulled the button on his jeans and let them fall to the floor, the boxer briefs required slightly more effort, his erection hampering the effort. As I pushed his undies past his knees, I took his cock into my mouth. It was bigger than I expected and bringing it deep into my mouth on the first suck triggered my gag-reflex. I eased him out and suckled on the head for a minute. I pushed his bare ass onto the couch and pulled his hips towards me, allowing him to recline a little. With him watching me, I started to suck on his cock again. I eased it slowly into my mouth, a little deeper with each thrust. I was able to then take him in fully and deeply. I reached my hands up and scratched down his chest with my finger nails. His taste was so sweet and smooth, I was tempted not to stop... instead I took off my shorts and climbed on top of him. I held his cock with one hand and moved it around by hot and wet cunt. I put the tip of him in me and stopped moving... he stared at me... I grinned wickedly at him before I slammed my hips down and forced him deeply into me. He moaned and I bent backwards. I moved my hips slightly to rock on top of him and let the friction build on my clit. He moved a thumb onto my clit and I leaned forward, allowing my tits to slap against his chest. His thumb on my clit moving in firm circles left me breathless and unable to focus, but the rubbing was perfection. My orgasm built and as I moved on top of him, my orgasms squeezed around his cock, he moaned and sighed and wrapped his arms around me. His shaft still throbbing inside of me. I got up off of him and slipped on my shorts and shirt. He stood and pulled his pants up. He gathered his gear and I opened the front door. He bent down to kiss me and was out the door.

It wasn't until later that I noticed the business card on my cable box... hand scribbled on the back was his name and the words "if you need an upgrade, please call"...