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Hot Times With The Three Handymen (Traci Wilde)


Hot Times With The Three Handymen by Traci Wilde

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Jenny had a problem. Many of them -- a broken down washing machine, an overhead light that was out, and others -- and she had no money to pay anyone for the repair bills. So she put an ad online, asking for help, offering some, um, "non-traditional" payment methods.

Now they're all fixed – her broken down washing machine and AC are both working just fine, her beat-up old car is running as smoothly as the day it rolled off the production line, and even her ratty old furniture has been replaced with new, comfy pieces.

Now it's time to pay the bill – and Jim and Ray, along with the boss lady Eva – have a rather unique expectation for their compensation. Since Jenny's a little down on her financial luck, the three of them decided to collect a rather torrid down payment in this tale of hot, tawdry, scintillating three-on-one action, gangbanging, rough sex, BDSM, and domination.

And the entire wicked affair is just a click away…Jenny had a problem.
Now it's fixed – her broken down washing machine and AC are both working just fine, her beat-up old car is running as smoothly as the day it rolled off the production line, and even her ratty old furniture has been replaced with new, comfy pieces.

Now it's time to pay the bill – and Jim and Ray, along with the boss lady Eva – have a rather unique expectation for their compensation. Since Jenny's a little down on her financial luck, the three of them decided to collect a rather torrid down payment in this tale of hot, tawdry, scintillating three-on-one action, gangbanging, rough sex, BDSM, and domination.
And the entire wicked affair is just a click away…

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 07 / 2017

No. words: 4300

Style: Young Adult Bondage/BDSM, Bondage/BDSM Groupsex

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And now the two of them had come back, with Eva, a local furniture shop owner. She, they said, would be able to get rid of my old furniture, replace it all with some new, quality stuff that would be better for both my child and me. Now, I had a new set of living room furniture, and next week she promised a new set of kitchen furniture. Last week, they brought me a new bedroom outfit – bed, dresser, even two matching little nightstands for each side of the bed.

For now, though, they were standing around, talking, laughing, watching me thoroughly enjoy the new digs.

And waiting for payment, I believe. I don't know, maybe not. Last week when they brought the bedroom stuff, they set it all up, and then when I was, well, you know, ready, they said later and walked out.

Now, though, I was fairly certain payment was due.

Not that I minded. Watching Ray and Jim was kind of arousing, honestly, as they huffed and puffed, sweat beading on their faces and arms, muscles straining, while they moved my old stuff outside and then brought the new stuff in.

It was kind of sexy to see the two men do all that work, and though I was a little nervous – I mean, it's not every day you get two guys on you, and the last time they took me was the first time it had ever happened to me. In fact, in the days afterward I had trouble believing I'd really done it.

As for Eva? Well, I wasn't sure how that would work, what her deal was, how she would get paid. We hadn't really talked much about that.

I stood.

"You all want some water, Coke, a beer?"

"Water would be great," Eva said.

She was a tiny woman – probably no more than 5-foot-3-inches, as thin as a whip, with tiny, firm little breasts and short blonde hair. But she was smart, and definitely in control. I suspect she always takes the lead wherever she is.

I went to the kitchen, then returned with three bottles. They each unscrewed the tops, took down most of the water in a long, slow swig.

Except for Eva. She drank about half of the bottle, then stopped.

"What about you?" she asked.

I smiled. "I'm fine."

Eva stepped over to me, I mean right to me, almost pressing against me, reached up and ran her finger through my hair.

"Honey, you're more than fine."

I didn't know what to do, to say. Instinctively I stepped back, out of reach, but she moved with me, stayed close, in my space, and cupped my face with her hand. She held her bottle to my lips.

"Here, honey, I want to see that you get plenty of hydration."

She pressed the bottle to my mouth and turned it up, spilling it over my face, down onto my shirt. Quickly I opened my mouth and she shoved it in, almost too far, and I gagged just a bit as I tried to close my mouth around it, control how fast the water was pouring into my mouth.

It was cold, the part of the water that spilled down onto my chest. Of course it was cold, I'd kept it in the fridge, and now a chill ran through me as the water soaked through my t-shirt, through my bra, to my chest.

I drank and drank as the level of the water in the bottle dropped – it was a 24-ounce bottle, and she hadn't quite drank half of it, so there was plenty in there. At the last moment, she pulled it away, spilling more onto me.

I shuddered.

"Oh my," she said, fake concern in her voice. "I've…you'll need to change."

"No, it's all right," I answered, not sure exactly how I should respond.
"It'll be…I mean, it's fine. I'm so hot, the water doesn't bother me."
I lied. It was ice cold, sending shivers through me.

Eva dropped the empty bottle on the floor. She took both of my hands in hers.

"No, I insist," she said, her voice deep and soft. She stepped away, pulling me, and I followed, down the narrow dark hallway to my room, suddenly nervous.

Ray and Jim fell in behind me, following, and I realized that I was scared. I mean, I know I said what they did to me was incredible, beyond hot, but damn, it was unexpected, too. They just took me, both around me without warning, stripping me, binding me, then fucking the daylights out of me. I really didn't have time to prepare, to think, to fear.

Now, though, the idea of having both of them take me…I shuddered. I was wet, and I don't mean my shirt from the water – my panties were going to be soaked soon – but I was also nervous as hell. And I had never, ever been with a woman, never even kissed a woman. I just hadn't ever really been excited about doing that, not even once.

Eva continued leading me down the hallway, to my room, then she pushed the door open – it was a flimsy, thin door like mobile homes have, pulled me into the small room, and next thing I know she had me up against the bed, pushing me down. I bounced once and she was on me, straddling me, one hand on the mattress beside my head, the other playing along my body, touching me through the wet shirt, her hand coming to rest on my left breast. She squeezed.

"Eva, please," I said.

"Please what?" There was a mocking in her voice, a brightness, an impishness, in her eyes.

"I…I don't…what are you doing?'

She smiled, her face hovering maybe two inches over mine. "I've supplied you with a considerable value in new furniture," she said, her voice deep, sultry. I felt her breath as she spoke. "And there's more on the way. I expect payment, just as my friends received – though you will owe me a great deal when I'm done. Today is simply a down-payment."

Eva leaned down, pressing her lips to mine.

I returned the kiss, though I kept my lips pressed together when I felt her tongue against them, seeking entry. Finally she broke off the kiss.

"What's wrong my dear?"

"I…I've never done this."

She laughed. "Jim and Ray say you have, you've given your cute little body to them a couple of times."

She squeezed my breast harder, pinching the nipple through my shirt and bra.
I gasped, and when I did she slammed her mouth to mine, tongue plunging deep, exploring, tasting. Her breath was minty, her tongue long and thin and delicious. Before I could think, my tongue slipped into her mouth, and we kissed, breathing into one another. She moved her hand down, up under my shirt, then back to my breast, caressing through the bra. I shuddered, then turned my head, breaking our kiss.

"Eva, I…I don't know…I'm not…"

"You're not what?"

"I'm…" I didn't want to offend her, anger her. "Listen, I'm just not that way."

She lifted up so that she was sitting on me, still straddling me around the waist.

"What way? A lesbian?"

"Yeah," I blurted. "I mean, nothing against it, I'm just not—"

She pressed her finger to my lips, a smile playing across her face.

"Neither am I, I'm just horny as hell, and you're hot as hell, and you owe me, so…" She finished her sentence by leaning down, kissing hard against my lips, tongue slipping back into my mouth, while her hand pulled my bra cup down, until my breast slipped over. I moaned as she caressed my breast now, her fingers rolling my nipple.

I lay there, body trembling, returning her kiss, my tongue in her mouth, my heart pounding. I closed my eyes and simply kissed, took in the sensations, the growing cravings taking over my body, and I wondered just what it would be like to feel Eva undressing me, caressing and touching me everywhere.

Without warning, she pulled away, climbed from the bed. and that's when I saw that Jim and Ray had slipped away and returned – long lengths of rope in their hands, smiles on their faces, their pants barely able to contain their hard cocks...


Author Information

Traci Wilde is a member of the After Midnight Press cooperative, penning hot, steaming, erotic shorts stories and novels deep into the night.

Here's what her colleagues at After Midnight Press have to say about her: "The name seems to fit, as our self-described wild-child sometimes draws from her own real-life experiences for her tales."

That's not to say every story she writes happened, but quite a few of them have a basis in real-life events. She's single (and says she will always remain so), lives in North Carolina at present (though she moves around every so often), and counts among her hobbies running, watching the stars at night, and...well, having sex. Often.

 

Publisher Information

This story has been self-published by the author


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