My old boyfriend used to call me a nymphomaniac. I always laughed it off, telling him that he just couldn’t deliver, but sometimes I think maybe he was right.

I was recently in the process of redecorating my apartment. New floors, fresh paint, the works. It was a Saturday morning and I was up early, waiting for the floor installer to arrive. I was sipping coffee when there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find an attractive man in his late 20s. He was wearing tight-fitting, faded jeans and a tight T-shirt. I greeted him warmly and admired his neat little ass as I followed him into the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before he was banging away on the floor. I was getting turned on watching him, since I’ve always had the hots for hard-hat types. This one was no exception. Feeling adventurous, I decided to have a little fun. I put on my short tennis outfit with no panties underneath.

I then strolled into the kitchen, showing off my shapely legs. I felt his eyes upon me as I “accidentally” knocked one of his tools off the counter. Apologizing for my clumsiness, I bent over to retrieve it and let him get a good look at my firm, round ass.

No words needed to be spoken. Still crouched on the floor, he slid one hand onto my thigh. Just the touch of his fingers got my juices flowing. I moaned with desire as he probed my pussy. I couldn’t resist when he pulled me onto his face. His tongue darted quickly in and out as he gingerly rubbed my clit. I pushed myself hard onto his face as his tongue went all the way in. Grinding my hips, I came with such an intensity that I thought he’d drown in my juices. Instead he eagerly licked me clean and remarked on how good I tasted.

By that time he was so hard that I thought his prick would split the seam of his jeans. I almost tore his pants off in my eagerness to get to that throbbing piece of meat. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I finally freed him and saw what must have been a good seven inches of pure manhood.

It took a few minutes for me to get all of his down my throat, but I finally did. I sucked him and gave him a handjob for about half an hour before his moaning told me he was about to come. I quickened my pace, anticipating my reward, and then he came with a shudder.

We rested a few minutes and then I went to work getting him hard again. Then I positioned myself over his pole and slid down on it. He entered me, and I swear I had never had such a long, hot rod in me before. I was going out of my mind!

Beads of sweat were dripping off my forehead as I looked upward. He was smiling as he slid one finger into my virgin rectum. Talk about being filled to the brim. He was driving me wild! I wriggled on his cock and our hips moved together furiously until we came simultaneously.