My Kinky Construction-Worker Fantasy Came True

Last weekend, I got a text from a kinky lover who lives out of town, saying he wanted “to talk.” He asked if I was free and had a few minutes of privacy.

I thought he was going to tell me he was getting more serious with one of his lovers, and had to stop seeing me. As I was waiting for his call, a strange pickup truck drove up. I wasn’t expecting a repairman, but there was a knock at the back door.

I saw Salvador standing there in dirty jeans, construction boots, and a hardhat. Sal is a restaurant manager, so this was odd. I was wondering if maybe he lost his job and had taken work in a different line. Is that what he wanted to talk about?

I opened the door, and he said, “Ma’am, I’m almost finished moving the bricks for your new driveway. I’d mightily appreciate it if I could have some ice-cold lemonade or soda.” He used an accent I’d never heard.

I burst out laughing and led him inside.

But Sal wasn’t laughing. The second I locked the door, his mouth was on mine, and his hand was in my hair, pulling it to steer my head down to his pants, which he was opening with his other hand. He shoved his cock inside my mouth and pushed me onto my knees.

As I sucked him ferociously, he ripped my t-shirt up and started clawing at my tits. Before I could protest, or comply, he yanked my pants down. My pussy was dripping wet but he didn’t even go there. He pulled my ass cheeks apart so wide I was aching for him in every hole.

In a swift move, he pulled a rubber from his tool belt, squeezed out a dollop of lube and oiled me up. I pushed my ass into the air and held onto a chair for leverage. I felt his massive cock enter me in one hard thrust, all the way to the hilt. It knocked the wind out of me, and I cried out. His cock was buried in my ass and his hands were on my hips, thrusting into me hard over and over.

Just as I screamed in shock, “Oh my God, I’m coming,” he exploded and I could feel it flooding warm inside me, even with the condom. I kept coming and coming for what seemed like forever.

He pulled out and zipped up, nonchalantly tossing the rubber and wrapper on the kitchen floor, and walked away. His work boots left a trail of dried-up dirt on my floor.

I’ve had a lot of hot sex in my life, but this summer’s kinky surprise will stand out as one of the greatest. I had told Sal once about my fantasy of being overtaken by a hot construction worker who would just walk into my house and fuck me up the ass on the kitchen floor.

I didn’t hold back when sharing details of the fantasy while we fucked. After that, I begged him to do it to me for real sometime. I thought he had forgotten about it because the next dozen or so times he was in town, we had moved on to other fantasies.

Now I’m wondering what other kinky dreams of mine he’s going to make come true!

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