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Wet for the Handyman 3

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last update publish date: 2026-10-15 15:07:50

I texted him the next afternoon.

*Come over. Now.*

He showed up in under half an hour. No tool belt this time. Just jeans and a plain black t-shirt that clung to his chest. He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and looked me over. I was already naked. Had been since I sent the message. Legs slightly parted, cunt still a little swollen from the night before.

Jake didn’t say anything at first. He just walked up, wrapped a hand around my throat—not tight, just enough to feel the contr
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  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Wet for the Handyman 3

    I texted him the next afternoon. *Come over. Now.* He showed up in under half an hour. No tool belt this time. Just jeans and a plain black t-shirt that clung to his chest. He stepped inside, locked the door behind him, and looked me over. I was already naked. Had been since I sent the message. Legs slightly parted, cunt still a little swollen from the night before. Jake didn’t say anything at first. He just walked up, wrapped a hand around my throat—not tight, just enough to feel the control—and walked me backward until my shoulders hit the wall. “On your knees.” I dropped. The carpet scraped my skin. He pulled his cock out already half-hard and thick. I opened my mouth and he pushed in without waiting. The head dragged over my tongue and kept going until it hit the back of my throat. I gagged. He held me there a second, watching my eyes water, then pulled back just enough for me to breathe before shoving in again. He fucked my face like he’d been thinking about it all day. On

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Wet for the Handyman 2

    I lasted three days. Three days of walking around with the memory of his cock still stretching me open every time I sat down. Three days of waking up with my hand already between my legs, fingers sliding through the mess I made thinking about how he’d bent me over that counter and pumped me full. The cum had dried sticky on my thighs by the time I finally cleaned up, and I still rubbed the faint bruises on my hips like they were proof it had actually happened. I texted the number on the work order Friday night. Kept it simple. *AC’s acting up again. You free?* He answered in under a minute. *Be there in twenty.* I didn’t bother with clothes that would stay on. Just the same thin tank and a pair of cotton shorts I knew would come off easy. No panties. I was already wet when the knock came, standing in the kitchen with my thighs pressed together like that would hide anything. Jake stepped inside looking the same as last time—work shirt, tool belt, that quiet stare that went stra

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Wet for the Handyman

    I was already half-naked when the knock came. Just a thin tank top and no bra, the kind that sticks to your tits when you’re sweating. The A/C had shit the bed again in this cheap rental, and the heat made everything feel sticky. My roommate was gone for the weekend, so it was just me, a half-empty bottle of cheap wine, and the slow drip of boredom between my legs. I opened the door without thinking. Big mistake. Or maybe the best one I’ve made in months. He stood there in a faded blue work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, tool belt hanging low on his hips. Dark hair messy from the heat, a day’s worth of stubble, and arms that looked like they could snap me in half if he wanted. The name tag said Jake. The landlord had texted me that morning about sending someone to fix the unit. “You the one with the broken AC?” His voice was low, rough, like he’d been smoking or shouting over machinery all day. “Yeah. Come in.” I stepped aside, suddenly aware of how the tank clung to my nipple

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   End of the Line

    I met him on the platform at the first stop like he told me to. No dress this time. Just a short skirt that barely covered anything and a thin top that did less. No panties. No bra. My pussy was already wet before the train even pulled in. The second the doors opened he grabbed my wrist and pulled me on with him. He didn’t wait. The car was half-full with early evening riders. He shoved me against the nearest pole, yanked my skirt up around my waist, and pushed his cock into me from behind in one hard thrust. I was so wet it slid in easy, but the stretch still made me gasp. He fucked me right there in the open, short deep strokes that made the wet sound of it carry. A few people looked. One guy openly stared. No one said a word. He came fast the first time—buried deep, cock pulsing, flooding me with the first heavy load of the night. When he pulled out it ran down my thighs in thick white streaks. He didn’t give me time to clean up. Just dragged me to the next car while it was st

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Between the Cars

    I didn’t wait for him on the platform this time. I walked straight onto the train, heart already hammering, and kept moving through the crowded cars until I reached the connecting platform between two of them. The metal floor vibrated under my feet. The heavy accordion doors on either side rattled with every sway of the train. It was louder here. Dirtier. The air smelled like grease and hot metal. A few people passed through, heads down, but no one lingered. He was already there. Leaning against the side wall like he’d been waiting. Same jeans. Same calm, filthy look in his eyes. The second he saw me he didn’t say a word. Just grabbed my wrist, spun me around, and shoved me face-first against the glass door that looked out onto the dark tunnel rushing past. My hands slapped against the cold glass. My dress was already hiked up around my waist before I could even breathe. No panties again. He didn’t bother with fingers this time. I heard the zipper, felt the heavy heat of his cock

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   On Your Knees

    I didn’t even pretend I wasn’t looking for him the next night. Same train. Same car. My dress was even shorter, the kind that barely covered my ass if I bent even a little. No panties again. My pussy was already slick just from walking onto the platform. He was sitting in the same seat. Legs spread wide. One arm along the back of the seat, the other resting on his thigh. His eyes found me the second I stepped through the doors. He didn’t smile. Just nodded once toward the floor between his boots. I walked straight to him. The car wasn’t packed this time—enough people that it still felt public, not enough that someone would immediately shove me aside. I dropped to my knees between his spread legs without a word. The floor was cold and dirty under my bare knees. My dress rode up high enough that anyone looking down the aisle could see the bare curve of my ass and the wet shine already coating my inner thighs. He didn’t speak. Just reached down, unzipped, and pulled his cock out.

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Gangbanged by Strengers

    *A New Collection: After being in a four years relationship with Jake, Emily catches him and her bestfriend hooking up. Heartbroken - Leading her to get complicated with some nasty strengers in the bar ready to split her open if she asked for it.(This is a continuation from my last book - Unheard P

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Daddy's Turn

    Mark stood there in the near-dark, the faint glow from my nightlight catching the hard line of his jaw and the massive bulge straining the front of his gray sweatpants. He didn’t look shocked nor angry. He just looked… hungry. Like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. He stepped all the wa

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   Caught!

    I bit down hard on the pillow to keep from screaming as Jake’s thick cock drove into me again, and again, stretching my dripping pussy wide open. The bed creaked under us like it was about to give out, but I didn’t care, not tonight, not when his hips were slamming against my ass so perfectly,

  • Painful Pleasures(Short Steamy Collections)   The Wrong Send

    *A New Collection I was sprawled across my bed in nothing but the thin silk robe I’d stolen from Mom’s closet, the fabric slipping off one shoulder as I read Tyler’s latest text for the third time. “Babe, I’m dying over here. Send me something filthy so I can stroke to it before I lose my mind.”

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