I was less than pleased when my ten-month-old dishwasher broke down. It kept cutting itself off over and over again. I did everything the manual said and still a no-go, so I made the call, thankful it was still under warranty.

I was assured my satisfaction was key and a repairman would be dispatched the following Monday. Hand-washing dishes is not my idea of fun, so I was grateful during those few days that I lived alone.

I was expecting something completely different than Toby. He showed up and cast a shadow over my entire doorway. I saw his outline before I even swung the door open. I couldn’t help but stare as I stepped back to let him in.

A huge, towering man, six-foot-six at least, with dark chocolate skin and arresting, whiskey-colored eyes.

“Good morning,” he said, giving me a slight nod.

Oh, was the giant shy? I wondered. He was my kind of man. Broad, bulky, soft-spoken. Huge hands that would look good parting my thighs and touching me while he ate my pussy.

I glanced at his ring finger — bare.

“Sorry,” I said, finding my voice. “I’ll get you some coffee.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but when I held up a hand, he stopped and smiled, then nodded again.

My pussy grew wet instantly. What a good boy.

I was in my workout clothes. I’d gotten dressed but had run out of time, figuring I’d work out when he was finished and gone. I was glad for it. The tight spandex pants hugged my ass and showed off the legs for which I’d worked so hard. The tight-fitting tank top accented my tits and my arms.

It couldn’t have worked out better.

He followed me into the kitchen and bent to inspect the unit. I inspected his ass while he was at it. I poured two cups of coffee and handed him one.

“Cream? Sugar?”

“Black is fine.”

I agreed entirely and couldn’t keep the smile off my face.

I moved closer and touched his wrist. The way his face changed and his body language shifted, I was pretty sure he was into me, too. “So now what?”

“I wait.” He shrugged. “The little machine is running a diagnostic.”

“Really? What do you normally do when that’s happening?”

Another shrug. “Stand here.”

I touched his chest briefly, withdrew my hand. “Or you could kneel. Are you a good boy?”

He licked his lips and that was all I needed to know. He was a good boy.

“That’s a possibility,” he rumbled.

I set my coffee down and then took his. He gave it up easily. I put it on the counter next to mine and then raised my arms to put my hands on his shoulders to push him down. He had a long way to go to bend.

I pushed my hands into my waistband and pushed my leggings down slowly. Beneath, I was bare and warm, and my pussy was shaved. He seemed to like this, reaching for me before catching himself.

“Mouth first,” I said. “Then hands.”

He pushed his face to me and sought me out with his tongue. It slid — slick and warm — against my folds and then found my clit. He nudged it and I hummed softly. I gripped the back of his shorn head and thrust my hips forward, pressing my pussy against his seeking mouth.

When he had teased me to the point of panting, I growled, “You can use your hands now.”

He gripped my thighs in his big hands. Meanwhile, the machine silently assessed my appliance. He parted my thighs and sucked at me, lapped at me, and ate me like I was his last meal.

He murmured against my pussy. I had no idea what he was saying and didn’t care.

He slid his hands up higher, caressing the tops of my thighs. His fingers parted me so his tongue could tour me thoroughly. I arched my body forward and relished the warmth of his mouth and the drag of his tongue.

His fingers worked up higher, and he slid one into my pussy. It was a thick finger. And it zeroed in on the perfect place inside me. He curled it and thrust it, all while working my pussy with his tongue.

I held the back of his head hard. Pushed my hips forward harder. He remained stolid, secure, and unshakable.

It was a turn on like nothing else.

I thrust against him again and he simply parted his lips further to take me. He lapped at me, pushed his finger deeper, and growled against my mound.

I came.

It took me a moment to catch my breath. I glanced at his machine. It was still doing its thing.

I put my bare foot on his broad chest and pushed until he went back on his ass. I kept pushing until he went prone on my kitchen tile.

I got on my knees and opened his belt. I undid his button and pulled down his zipper. “Up,” I said.

He raised his hips and I tugged his khakis and boxer briefs down. His big thick cock sprang up, and I couldn’t help but lick my lips, imagining it stretching me to capacity, filling me up, making me come.

I took him in my hand and stroked him. I ran my hand up and down his thick shaft and rubbed the dot of pre-come on his tip around until his hips were bouncing. I smacked his flank with my hand and said, “Stay still.”

He went still immediately.

That made my cunt wetter still.

I squirmed there, stroking him slowly, keeping my pace slow to drive him crazy. He pressed his lips together, clearly trying to keep control of himself. I shattered his control by bending over him and sucking his cockhead into my mouth. I ran my tongue along the ridges. I pressed my hands down hard on his hips to let him feel my power.

When he groaned, I sat back and patted his belly. “Here I come.”

And I intended to come.

I straddled the tops of his thighs at first, pressing my wet pussy against his warm skin, rocking so he could feel it, humping him like I was riding a horse.

He groaned again and I found it was the cutest thing ever. The air of desperation in that simple sound. I reached up, pressing my body against him as much as I could, and pinched his flat dark nipples as hard as I could.

His cock bobbed when I did that, so I repeated the pinch on the other side. It bobbed again and I pressed my belly against it.

I finally grew tired of my own game. I moved up his body to straddle his hips. His big dick was pressed to the split of my pussy. I grinded myself against him, working my clit with his rigid length.

I rocked my hips and thrust against him. I was so close to coming. I pinched him again. He hissed. I parted my legs wider and rocked my clitoris against him. Then I came, gasping and shuddering over his massive frame.

“Now I’ll put that big fucking cock inside me. How does that sound?”

He nodded over and over again. It made me grin. He was adorable. And hung like a horse.

I took my time sliding down his thick rod. He looked like he was going to cry at any moment. I rotated my hips as I worked him inside me. When he was all the way in, we both sighed. I pushed my hands against his shoulder and started to move.

“Is that good?” I cooed.

He nodded.

I smacked his flank as hard as I could. He was solid muscle, so it probably hurt me more than him, but I felt his dick jump deep inside me. It felt amazing.

“Use your words,” I said.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

I smacked him again. His dick twitched again — deep inside me where the sensation made me gush.

“Louder,” I said.

His hips started to drive up from under me. He grunted and then managed a louder “yes.”

“I think you like that,” I said.

“What?”

I smacked him again. My hand stung, and the force reverberated through my forearm like a tuning fork.

“That,” I said. “I can feel that big dick of yours practically dancing when I smack you.”

He nodded, his dark eyes wet and shiny with the effort to control himself.

I paused, rocking my hips side to side, then growing utterly still. Then I delivered a flurry of smacks on his flank and thigh. His cock twitched and bobbed inside me.

I exhaled slowly.

He forgot himself. He reached up and grabbed my hips.

I froze and tsk-ed at him. “Uh-uh, you should know better. You don’t touch unless I tell you to touch. Capisci?”

He dropped his hands immediately and shut his eyes.

I gave him another five smacks for that. My hand was ringing like a bell. The fact that his ridiculously hard muscles were beating up my hand was my little secret.

I grabbed his shoulders and rocked my hips, driving myself against him hard. I squeezed my internal muscles and rubbed my clit against him. “I’m going to come, big boy,” I said.

He smiled, his eyes large and alert, watching me as I got closer.

I squeezed his big shoulders and moved faster. The pleasure built, the friction floored me, and my clit pounded along with my heartbeat.

The tightness in my pussy grew by leaps and bounds and then I was coming, clenching his hard flesh in my hands, my pussy fluttering and gripping his big dick.

I was feeling generous.

“You can get behind me,” I said, looking down at him. “You were a good boy, so you can fuck me from behind. Do you want to fuck me from behind?”

“God, yes,” he said.

I climbed off and turned over. I spread my legs, braced myself, and waited.

He made a wild noise, and I smiled. “Come on. I’ll rescind the offer if you don’t put that big fucking di — ”

He entered me so hard I almost toppled forward, then I caught myself with my arm outstretched. I held myself steady and worked my clit with my free hand.

He pounded into me like a wild man. He panted, his breath hot on my back. He surged into me and growled, “I’m going to come.”

“Go for it,” I said. “Fucking fill me up.”

Then he did. The final twirl of my fingertip on my clit pushed me over. I came a beat later, arms shaking.

His little machine beeped that it was done.

I laughed as he climbed to his feet. “Talk about timing, Toby.”