It was a busy life for Donny Sanders, busy but fucking draining. But he supposed that he liked it that way, it was better than sitting on his ass all day doing nothing, even though some days their shifts lasted twelve hours and upwards. But the money was good and considering he didn’t have much time for anything else outside of fitting carpets, he was beginning to save up quite a decent amount. That Nissan GTR was closer than he had ever thought would be possible. It’s not so bad, he thought to himself as he snipped off the final pieced of gripper with his pliers and then hammered it into the wood. At least every day was different, with no jobs the same. He liked it better that way, he wouldn’t be able to cope with sitting in the same shitty office, at the same shitty desk, surrounded by the same shitty people day after day. That would be more soul-draining that any twelve hour shift ever could be.
Donny paused to collect the scraps of gripper, walking around the room and shoving the pieces into a rubbish bag. The sound of banging continued to fill the upstairs section of the house though. That was his co-worker/younger brother, Tom. They had worked together for almost seven years now as a carpet fitting team and they were incredibly good at what they did. And with their brotherly bond on the job, it often made for some hilarious times, which helped to make the days that little bit less painful. There was also a fair bit of fighting and arguing too, as one would expect with two brothers working so closely, but they tended to try and save that for in the van when they were driving between jobs, so that the customers didn’t have to hear it.
Donny pulled the bagged up roll of underlay that was stood on the landing into the bedroom and sliced the bag open with his knife. He peeled the bag off, making sure to keep it intact so that it would act as a rubbish bag once he had finished laying the underlay. He tossed it to one side and unrolled the underlay from one side of the room to the other, setting it against the gripper along the sides and from the side that he had rolled from. Then he walked over to the other end, smashing staples into the underlay with his hammer tacker as he walked to hold it in place. Then, once at the other end, sliced off just enough to cover what he needed and then tossed the rest of the roll to the side. He cut the underlay in so that it sat perfectly against the gripper and stapled the last edge in place. Then he finished off the rest of the underlay, tidied the cut-offs up and put them into his makeshift trash bag, then walked out onto the landing and along to the room that Tom was working in.
Donny peaked his head around the corner into the room to see Tom sat on his knees right at the foot of the door, setting a tiny patch of underlay against the doorbar. He looked up at Donny once he noticed he was there. “You done?”
“I’m done indeed.” Donny replied winking at him.
“Damn, you’re too fast. I am getting closer though.”
“Well, considering the fact that I was taking my time, the time I took to patch up my bleeding finger and then looking at how your room is considerably smaller, I’m going to say that you’re still a little way behind. But still, you’ve done this quickly though.” He winked at Tom as he watched his younger brother stapling the last piece down.
“Knew there’d be something.” Tom said, standing to his feet looking a little beaten up.
“Oh come on asshole, take a joke for once. Come on, let’s get these carpets in.” And with that they both walked down the stairs and back outside towards the van.
Chapter Two
It was most of the time the exact opposite for Donny as it was for everyone else. His life at home was often the time that he hated most rather than his time at work. It was mainly the same reason as any other man’s reason as to why they hated life at home: he was pretty much unhappily married. He couldn’t so much as breathe without his wife Sarah being at his throat. She nagged him for everything and then the nagging escalated into full-scale arguments/shouting matches and that was not the way that Donny wanted to spend his time at home. He was already stressed out from being overworked and the last thing he wanted to do when he got home after a long day was be nagged at for absolutely fuck all. He actually wished that he could work longer shifts sometimes, at least then he wouldn’t have to put up with this bitch.
Tonight was no exception. It was eight o’clock by the time him and Tom got finished at that job and it had taken them an extra hour to get back to the depot. By the time they had sorted the van and then adding the time it had taken Donny to drop Tom off at home, he was just walking through the door at ten to ten, tired and drained and extremely fucking hungry. Donny had only just managed to take his boots off and had just took a seat on the settee when he heard her voice from upstairs. “Put those fucking boots away.” Not a hello sweetie or a how was your day, but a fucking put those fucking boots away. And with the day that Donny had been put through, he could already feel his fists clenching up and his blood beginning to boil. If only she was a guy, he thought to himself as he heaved himself up off the sofa, I would have put her in intensive care by now.
He walked into the hall and put his shoes into the shoe cupboard. “You see, that wasn’t so hard now was it?” The voice from the top of the stairs said as she patronised him. He clenched his fists into balls and resisted the urge to storm up there and tear her head clean off.
“You know, a simple bit of kindness after my ridiculously long shift would be nice. But I’m sure that’s a bit much of an ask.” Donny said.
“Your long day? What about my long day? Don’t you think I’ve had one too. The last thing I want is for you to come in after work and make a mess.”
“Oh fuck off Sarah. What have you done in this so-called long day of yours, huh? Sat at your desk for six hours and then polished the fucking sideboard in the living room. What have you done with the rest of it? Fingered yourself whilst watching some shitty soap? Fuck you. Long day my ass.” Donny turned his back on her and made his way back into the living room, slamming the door closed behind him. Maybe she wouldn’t have to use her dildos if she wasn’t such a bitch. He thought to himself as he sunk back into the sofa. Or maybe she would, the stupid bitch shouldn’t have gained so much fucking weight. What sort of guy wants to bang the human equivalent of a hippopotamus?
Chapter Three
As Tom got into the van and pulled the door shut, he could instantly tell that something was up with his brother. It was the way that Donny’s eyes looked that gave it away, they still held glints of the anger from the night before. “Sarah giving you shit again?” Tom asked as Donny pulled the van away.
“Yes. I’m ready to leave her ass at any given minute. I’m sick bro, I’m really fucking sick.”
“Have you tried talking to her about it? You know, like sitting down and having a chat? Not like an argument.”
“Yeah, she has none of it. It’s always her, her, her. She thinks she has it the hardest. She doesn’t know what a fucking hard day’s work is. She wouldn’t if it slapped her in the fucking mouth.”
“Speaking of a hard day’s work, how’s today looking?” Tom asked, already expecting the worst.
“Terrible. We have twenty-four carpets on the van.”
“Twenty-four?” Tom asked in disbelief.
“Yep, all for the same place. Most of them are huge too. It’s a big fucking mansion about an hour away from here, going to be there all day and probably have to finish it off tomorrow.” Donny said as he yawned.
“Great. I fucking hate big jobs. There’s something about being in the same place all day that just makes it drag even longer than usual.” Tom said, biting into his now cold toast.
“I know. But it’s just like any other day I guess. We’ve just got to get through it. Besides, there is a positive.”
“And what would that be?” Tom asked.
“The customer’s name on the sheet is a Mrs. Ivana Aker.”
“Ah, sounds foreign. Foreign and sexy.” Tom said laughing.
“Well let’s just hope her name lives up to its stereotype, we could use all the help that we could get in making this day less hellis
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Chapter Four
As the door was pulled inwards, and Ivana appeared in the doorway of the colossal mansion, Donny’s hopes officially became a reality. She was the exact image that he had been praying for: a short foreign-looking girl with long, blonde hair, an almost innocent looking face but with an ass and bust big and round enough to confirm that she loves cock. She was miraculously beautiful, that mysterious sort of attractiveness that could only ever be achieved by European women. “Good morning Mrs. Aker, is everything all set and ready for us to get going? My name is Donny by the way.” He held out his hand and she shook it gently.
“Good morning Donny.” She said smoothly, eyeing him up and down. “The house is all set, my husband will show you what’s what. Please come in.” She stared into his eyes for a moment and then held out her hand. He took it and she led him through the front door and into the colossal hall in which stood a grand forked staircase. Fuck, he thought, there’s a husband. But deep down he knew there would be. What would a European girl with her accent be doing in America with a mansion like this? Of course there was a husband and chances are she wasn’t with him because of his charm or good looks.
He walked into the hall as Donny was putting his toolbox on the ground. He was just as he knew he would be: considerably older than Ivana, wearing a suit and some glasses and looking like the most pretentious prick in the entire world. “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Aker, my names Donny. You want to show me what’s what?” Tom walked in just as they shook hands. “Tom, go see what’s up, I’ll fetch the stuff.”
“No problem.” Tom replied not taking his eyes off Ivana.
As Donny returned in from the van with a box of gripper and a bag of underlay, Ivana was still stood at the bottom of the staircase eyeing him seductively. She beckoned him forward with her index finger. Donny tossed his supplies onto the floor and walked over to her. “You know, it’s nice to have some good looking men around the house for once. It makes me… Horny.” She whispered the last part in his ear, making sure that he could feel the heat of her breath.
“It does huh?” Donny asked, giving her an excited look.
“Yes, very. The husband will be going to work very soon and he won’t be back till later this evening. Maybe you could make a start on the carpets in an hour or two, if you get what I mean.” She slowly slid her hand down his stomach and brushed it down and across his cock. Even just this was enough to set Donny off. “Make a start down here until he leaves, then you can make a start on me upstairs. I’ll wait for you in the grand bedroom on the very top floor. See you up there, if you think you can handle it that is.” She winked at him, squeezed his dick and then turned away, heading up the stairs, just as Tom and Mr. Aker appeared at the top of them.
“Oh I can handle it all right.” Donny said.
“Handle what? She can be quite a handful mind you.” Mr. Aker said laughing, with not even the slightest clue of what his wife had just proposed.
“Just your job sir. It’s quite a big one but nothing we can’t handle, right Tom?”
“Right…” Tom said looking at him from behind Mr. Aker as if he didn’t have a fucking clue what he was talking about. Ivana walked past him on the stairs at the exact moment and grabbed a fistful of his cock on the way by. Tom’s mouth dropped as he turned and watched her sashaying up the stairs, putting her huge meaty ass in his face. He mouthed the words ‘Holy shit!’ to Donny as they made their way down the rest of the stairs and Donny just winked and laughed.
As soon as Mr. Aker closed the door behind him, Donny dropped his hammer and bolted up the stairs. “What the fuck are you doing?” Tom asked, almost shitting himself as he bolted off.
“I’m going to get me some European pussy. You coming or not?” He said as he made it to the top of the stairs and scanned the long corridor in search for the next flight. He made it up onto the next floor and then found the staircase to the top. Within seconds he was on the top floor. He opened the bedroom door expecting to find Ivana sitting there on the bed or folding clothes or something. But she wasn’t. She was totally naked, lying on the bed on her back with her legs and one of her arms chained to three of the four posts.
“I just need you to chain this hand up.” She said as she pulled the dildo that she had inside of her out with her free hand and held it in the air.
“My pleasure.” Donny said as he strolled over and put her right hand into the pre-positioned chain. He pulled off his trousers and knelt on the bed beside her, leaning forwards so that his cock was nicely lined up with her mouth. She opened it slowly, teasing him a little, then she began licking the tip gently. Working from his balls upwards, she licked up his shaft and then back down, watching his cock beginning to grow with every soft tongue-stroke. Then, without warning, she opened wide and leant her head across, shoving it into her mouth. Donny began to groan quietly at this and he felt the rush of blood filling his penis as soon as it entered the warmth of her mouth. Within a minute he was already fully erect and watching his cock slide in and out of Ivana’s face. She began choking on it seeing as it had gotten bigger, but she didn’t let that stop her from deepthroating it and taking the whole nine inches. She pulled her head away for a second. “It’s fucking huge. I want you to fuck me with it. Fuck me hard.” Just as she finished the sentence, Tom walked into the room.
“Holy fuck!” He exclaimed as he looked over the spectacle, watching his brother kneeling on the bed, getting his cock sucked by a European wife who was chained to the bed. Not wanting to waste another second, he walked over to the bed, hopped on and began fingering Ivana’s surprisingly tight pussy, sticking his index and middle fingers into her and making a ‘come here’ motion against the room of her vagina. She began to moan out as he did this, her moans still considerably loud even though they were being muffled by Donny’s cock. She could feel the vibrations beginning to echo throughout her body as Tom picked up the pace and began finger-fucking her as hard as she could. “Oh fuck yes.” She shouted as Donny pulled his cock out of her mouth. “Harder! Harder!” Donny grabbed the pink vibrating dildo and tossed it to Tom. He slowly eased it into her and pressing the button on it, setting it into motion. “Yes! Make me fucking come boys!”
The vibrations began to run through her entire pussy and spread into her lower abdomen as Tom cranked the dildo up a notch. Then he bowed his head down and began stroking her clit with his tongue, switching between rapid flicks and gentle strokes. The two sensations combined were building up inside of Ivana, a ball of heat was beginning to form and any minute now it was going to erupt and spill into ever millimetre of her body. She moaned out louder and louder as the orgasm was upon her, crying out in pleasure. Then it hit her, it exploded in her pussy and made her jolt upwards, her back arched like crazy. She began squirting in Tom’s face as she came. “Oh fuck yes! Fucking taste my pussy juice! Oh I’m coming so fucking hard.”
They let her lie there for a second, basking in the pleasure and then it was time to get some pleasure of their own. “Now fuck me boys. Fuck my pussy and my mouth. Fuck my ass. Fuck me everywhere. And when you’re going to blow I want one of you to come on my face and the other up my tight little asshole! Give me those big cocks boys!”
It didn’t take them long to oblige. Donny went first, he slid himself into her pussy and began thrusting harder and harder and the faster he went, the better it felt. It was amazing. Her pussy was so tight and the way that her moans sounded in her European accent was something that he was sure he would only ever here in porn. But here he was, hearing them in real life as he ploughed her as hard as he possibly could. Ivana cried out in pleasure as Donny was fucking her, feeling the heat on the inside of her pussy starting to build again. At the same time, Tom was fucking her mouth and was loving it too. All warm and wet and he was in total control, meaning for way more pleasure for him.
They switched roles a few times, switching between fucking her mouth and her pussy and then moving on to fucking her huge tits and sliding it into her ass
with help from the bottle of lube that she had directed them too. She had came about four times now, every single one more powerful than the last and as Donny was fucking her ass and rubbing her clit she came again, this time so hard that when she tensed her entire body, her ass got tighter too, clenching around Donny’s dick and causing him to shoot his heavy load right into her ass. “Fuck yes!” She screamed out as the orgasm coursed through her, watching Tom pull his cock out of her mouth and begin jerking himself off over her tits. He fired his load onto her chest and rubbed it in with his hands. “Yes! You dirty boy.” She said shaking, still feeling the effects of the multiple powerful orgasms. “Now leave me here to bathe in your come. Help yourself to tea and coffee in the kitchen. And if you be two good little boys and get some good work done you can come back up in a few hours and make me scream again.”
“Deal.” Donny said as he pulled on his pants and laughed. “You know, this is going to be a world record in carpet fitting if we get to do that again.”
They all laughed and then Ivana replied. “Well, I hope you hurry too. If you’re anywhere near as good at fitting carpets as you are at making women come, you’ll be done in no time at all.”
Chapter One
I absolutely love my husband Chet. He's the kindest, sweetest, most gentle soul I've ever met, we have a long history together, and he's so attentive and we connect on such a deep level that it makes me go crazy to just think about. The one problem, the one... kink in our relationship was...well...the lack of any kinks. I don't mean that we didn't have problems, I mean that, on a sexual level, he didn't like to talk about his kinks, the things that got him off the hardest, the things that he thinks about when he's alone with his thoughts and in the mood to lose himself.
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