Putting It In

by Pamela Poundtown

  She ran to the doorway to the bedroom to head Ben off. She held her hands on both sides of the frame and stood there. Look casual, she thought.

  Ben’s footsteps approached from around the corner.

  Bethany swallowed and called. “Ugh, not yet, but I will. You just try to get some work done, honey.”

  Honey again? What is wrong with me? Did I forget how to talk? Bethany wondered. I’m terrible at lying. That’s why he always catches me. I should just confess now, let him fuck me in the ass, and hope for the best.

  “Okay,” Ben said. His footsteps retreated. “Don’t forget. I don’t want any delays.”

  “Will do. Right away.” Bethany slumped back and fell onto their bed. She stared at the ceiling. Bethany muttered. “As soon as I hide my shoes, get a job, and figure out how to hold onto money more than ten minutes.”

  She covered her face with both hands and fought the urge to cry.

  Bethany clenched her fists down at her sides and took a deep breath. She needed to address this before it got back to Ben. If she could just handle it in a way that bought her a little time, that would be enough. She could figure out something.

  “Maybe,” she said to the empty room.

  Bethany rolled off the bed and clawed the damaged shoeboxes out from under her bed. A little shifting of acceptable items in the closet was required, but she got the boxes hidden. The ones in her car still would need to wait until later.

  Bethany pulled out the gold, sequined dress and spread it over her arm. She watched the low light from the window dazzle off the dress. She wanted to try it on right then. She bet it would do wondrous things to the fine curve of her ass. It had gotten bigger over the years, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She bet she would look good enough that Ben wouldn’t even ask how much it cost.

  “He always asks how much it costs.” Bethany shook her head.

  She sighed and put the dress in a hiding place in the back of the closet.

  Bethany made her way downstairs. She heard classic rock blaring through the closed door of Ben’s temporary office. Until the renovations were done on the extra wing, his computer and desk were crammed into a corner of their guestroom. He was anxious to have it done. She wished he had never given her the money. The way she burned through it he should have known better.

  “What were you thinking, Ben?”

  No answer came from the closed door or the pounding music. The saw blared on behind the house and then wound down.

  She went downstairs and stepped through the plastic. The air was thick with the smell of sawdust. It was not an unpleasant smell, but it reminded Bethany of danger. She felt like she should be wearing a hardhat.

  She stood on the unfinished wood of the sub floor. Open squares marked where windows were to be framed out. She imagined that was what Jerry was cutting.

  Jerry walked toward the back of the house with small boards under his arms. His shirt clung to his bulging muscles. His jeans weren’t loose, but they hung low on his hips. His work boots clunked on the wood as he stepped up into the work area. He was in his twenties. Sawdust clung to the sweat in his close-cropped blond hair.

  He spotted Bethany and stopped short. Jerry set the cut boards down on a built in bench running the length of one of the walls. “Bethany, hey, I didn’t see you there.”

  “Yeah, I just stepped out. Needed to talk to you about today’s payment.”

  He nodded. “That’s one of my favorite subjects.”

  She smiled, but then it faded off her face. “I’m going to be late this time.”

  “That is not my favorite subject,” Jerry said.

  “I know. We appreciate all you have done for us. Especially the off the books work.”

  He nodded. “Yeah. It was a pleasure to do it for what you were paying me, but I have to get paid.”

  “I understand. You will. I will just be a little late this time. I budgeted wrong and I need to move some things around.”

  He sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Listen, I’m not made of money. I work from job to job to buy groceries and pay rent. I gave up other jobs to work for you two. I can’t just float on spec here.”

  “I know,” she said. “I’m sorry. I’ll move some things and …”

  “How about we start by moving money to my pocket?”

  “I just need time, Jerry. Please.”

  “There will be a late fee. And I need the actual payment with the fee tomorrow.”

  “Jerry, please. Work with me here.”

  He took a step around her toward the plastic sheeting. “I need to talk to Ben about this. He made me promises.”

  Bethany held up her hands and put them on his chest to stop him. She was not strong enough to hold him back, but he stopped when she touched him. “Wait. Please, he doesn’t know I overspent. I’ll pay you somehow, but don’t get me in trouble.”

  He looked down at her hands and back at her face. “Okay, I’ll wait a few days tops, but there will be a late fee.”

  “Is there something we can work out instead of the fee?” Bethany begged.

  “What are you going to do, Bethany? Rub my feet? Massage my scalp? All we have to deal with here is money and you don’t seem to have any of that. I need to talk to Ben.”

  She could hear the music traveling down from the temporary office above. She imagined Jerry walking in to tell Ben that Bethany had spent the renovation payment. She licked her lips and she felt sweaty under her boobs.

  “I’ll rub anything you want, Jerry. Just cut me a break here. Don’t tell on me. Don’t run up a fee. Just let me get together the money and we can call it square. Okay?”

  He stepped away from her hands. “Damn it, Bethany. No. It is not okay. You want to rub something? Rub the money you put in my wallet. Rub my fat dick. This is paying work, not charity.”

  “Okay.”

  Jerry looked at Bethany and shrugged. “Okay what?”

  “Okay, I’ll rub your dick, if you wave the late fee and give me a couple days to get the money without telling Ben.”

  “What are you talking about, Bethany?”

  “You heard what I said.” She took a step toward him.

  “You want to stroke my dick for a couple days grace on a payment?”

  “If that’s what it takes.” She unbuttoned his jeans.

  He pushed her hands away, but did not rebutton. “Is this some kind of cry for help, Bethany? I don’t need you doing this and then running all over town telling every woman’s husband that I tricked you into it. I’ll never work again then.”

  “No, I won’t.” She unzipped him and rubbed his cock through his boxer briefs. He was already hard and he was huge. Ben was big, but Jerry was packing a monster. She was glad she had just offered her hand and not her mouth or somewhere tighter. Although she felt herself getting wet thinking about him filling her up with the elephant trunk he seemed to be swinging between his legs. How did he even zip up in the morning? “I do this and you give me a couple days of no trouble, no signs of trouble to Ben, and I’ll figure things out. No others strings attached. No drama later, I swear.”

  He pulled away again, but left his jeans open with his monster cock swelling to impressive lengths. “This is not payment. You are just paying for time. I still need the money – all of it.”

  “I understand. Just a couple days and no late fee.”

  “I don’t want a limp wrist unenthusiastic hand job either. You don’t give me a weak tug and call it good enough.”

  “I’ll make you feel good.” She whispered.

  He licked his lips and ran his hands through his hair showering wood chips around the exposed sub floor. “It doesn’t count unless I cum.”

  “I’ll make you cum.” She stepped up and folded down the waistband of his briefs. She fished out his cock and it took both hands. She thought about asking him to borrow his tape measure to get the dimensions because she did not think a regular ruler would do the trick. Even his balls were heavy as she lifted them
up over his waistband.

  Jesus, lift with your legs, Bethany, she thought to herself.

  He did not stop her, but said, “Hurry up before Ben catches us.”

  “You want it over with quickly?” She laughed despite the situation. Bethany spit it each her hands and slathered up his cock with one hand on top and one underneath. She realized that the big, purple head of his meaty cock was just inches from the front of her jeans and pointed right at her pussy. She moved a little to the side. She imagined his cock sliding inside her inch by inch for more inches than she had ever felt in her life. She couldn’t picture it, but she was so wet now that she thought she would need to try on one of her hidden pairs of panties once she went back inside.

  His cock was too big for her spit to coat. She spit into her hands again and then bent over to spit directly on his cock. Her mouth was dangerously close. She felt a strong urge to put her mouth on it just to see what it was like to blow something that big. That wasn’t the deal though. She spit again and rubbed it over him on all sides.

  One string of spit hung from her lips to his cock. She almost used his shaft to wipe off her lips. She used her thumb instead and stroked him with both hands twisting her fists in two different directions as she slid down and up his length.

  “You just need to finish before Ben comes down. If we are interrupted, it doesn’t count,” Jerry said.

  She ran her fingers lightly over the head and tip as she used her other hand to massage his balls. Her wrist grew tired from their weight. His manhood was really amazing.

  “You’re the one that needs to finish.” She laughed.

  Jerry held onto her shoulder and smiled. “If he catches you doing this, I think he’ll forget all about your money problems.”

  “After he kills you, you mean?”

  “Keep stroking, Bethany.”

  She took hold of his shaft closer to the head than the base. She kneaded his cock with her fingers on top and her thumb underneath. He gave a moan of approval. Bethany licked the fingers of her free hand and stroked underneath the shaft nearer the base.

  “Oh, yes,” Jerry said.

  “Am I being enthusiastic enough for you?”

  “Spit on it again, Bethany.”

  She leaned over and obeyed. Bethany wrapped her hand and jerked him harder and faster with the lubricant of her spit in her fist. As she leaned back up, his hand slid down her arm and his thumb snuck over to the side of her boob through her blouse.

  Bethany looked down and back up as she continued to stroke him. His eyes were closed. Bethany asked, “What are you doing with your hand there, Jerry?”

  “I’m getting close. Can I touch you?”

  “Over my clothes. You better really be close. This better not be some kind of trick.”

  Jerry grabbed her right breast over her blouse and hidden, fancy bra. He lifted it and squeezed it. The silky material rubbed her nipple and Bethany sucked in air. She wanted more – a lot more.

  “Can I grab your ass too?” Jerry’s voice was higher and drawn as he rocked on his heels and toes as Bethany stroked him.

  “Over my jeans.”

  He reached back behind her and grabbed her cheek hard and lifted. He spread her inside her clothes and lifted her up on one foot. She was breathing as hard as he was now.

  “Oh, yes.” He growled.

  She felt his massive cock throb in her hands, but she couldn’t get out of the way with him holding her. He blasted cum onto the front of her jeans darkening the material and running down her legs. She tried to aim him away, but only made it worse. He shot cum onto the stomach of her blouse and over her breasts. Some landed hot on her exposed cleavage and ran down between her tits and over her skin. She took two squirts to the chin and cheek as he finished. Despite the mess, she stroked out all his cum running down his cock, over her curled fingers, and down his heavy balls.

  He let go and bent over holding his own knees.

  She backed away dripping from his passion. “Good lord, Jerry, have you been saving up?”

  He dripped cum on their sub floor as his cock grew softer, but stayed long and thick. “It’s been a while.”

  “I have to go clean up before Ben steps out of his office.”

  “Two days and paid in full,” Jerry said with his cock still hanging out.

  Bethany turned and ran back through the plastic into the house. She licked her lips as she snuck up the stairs and tasted Jerry’s cum.

  ***

  Jerry spread the money in his hand and shook his head. He tossed it over on top of his tool bag on the built in bench like it was spare change. “Bethany, damn it. That’s what I would have charged for the late fee. It is not even close to what you owe me.”

  “I know.” She waved her hands at him and looked back at the plastic sheeting. She heard Ben’s music pulsing faintly from above. “This was all he gave me for spending. I will get more, but this is all I have now.”

  “Not good enough.” Jerry shook his head. “The deal was all. We need to tell Ben now.”

  “About the hand job?” She whispered.

  He squinted and shook his head. “No. God. I mean the money. Tell him what you still owe me. Let’s just be done with it.”

  “I’ll jerk you off for two more days grace, Jerry. Don’t tell on me, please.”

  “No, I can jerk myself off. I need to be paid.”

  Bethany dropped to her knees and reached for his fly. “I’ll use my mouth this time. Just two more days and I’ll pay it all.”

  He took a step back and held up his hands. “Believe it or not, I can do that myself too.”

  “I do believe it,” she said.

  “And I can get women to do it for free. I need money – my money, Bethany.”

  “I’ll use my tits too at the same time. You can cum in my mouth. Same deal as before. Just two more days and the rest of your money.”

  He shook his head and opened his mouth, but she pulled off her tee shirt and tossed it aside revealing she wasn’t wearing a bra. She walked forward on her knees and opened his fly. He did not speak and did not stop her.

  She worked his cock out and it fell against cheek. She stroked him and he grew harder and heavier in her hand. She pulled his jeans and briefs down to his knees.

  “You need to pay me everything you owe, Bethany.”

  She licked around the head and opened her mouth wide to slide him in. Her jaw ached and started to cramp from his thickness, but she fought through and went deeper on him. He tasted salty from the sweat of working, but she still pulled off and licked up along the sides of his shaft.

  “Bethany.” He took a deep breath.

  “Just two more days.” She kissed down the side on his cock and then over his balls. “Then, I’ll pay it all. Every bit I still owe, Jerry.”

  He took a breath to answer, but she relaxed her throat and went down deeper on him than most women were able to do. He gritted his teeth and pushed his hips forward to go a little farther and she let him.

  As her head bobbed on his cock, he reached down and grabbed her exposed tits. “Not fair negotiating with my cock in your mouth. I can’t think straight.”

  She laughed with a gurgle and choked. Bethany pulled off and spit on his cock. “Two days more.”

  “I get to cum in your mouth. That’s the deal.”

  She kissed the head of his cock and stroked him. “I’ll suck it all down, Jerry. Every drop.”

  “And your tits. I get to use those titties.”

  She let go of his cock and spit between them rubbing them together with both hands. “You mean these tits, Jerry? These are your tits now. You can do whatever you want to them.”

  He bent his knees and Bethany spread her tits apart for him. His cock slapped into her chest and she grunted. Bethany pushed them back together and he began an upward thrust that slapped his balls into her sternum and the underside of her breasts over and over. She imagined him filling her up again and she felt slippery between her legs. She bet herself
in that moment that she could take all of him inside her, if she wanted – every last bit.

  His cock reached high above her tits with each thrust and started poking her chin hard enough to push her head back.

  Bethany said, “Jesus, Jerry, I hope you are bonded slinging that big thing around the way you do. You might knock down the whole house, if you aren’t careful.”