She knew she could watch pornography to see what else was out there, but Darlene was scared someone would find out.
She was terribly shy and didn't know if her internet usage might be traced back to her. She wouldn't dare go into a sex shop and purchase a sex toy, never mind a sex tape!
But that didn't stop her from touching herself every night and most mornings too.
Darlene was a very horny woman.
When she walked down the street, the feel of her nipples rubbing on her bra and shirt would make her pussy wet.
When she saw an attractive man, she would imagine him naked with his long, hard cock inviting her to sit on it... and her body would tremble with arousal.
But sex in real life was never very exciting.
Darlene had no idea what it was she was missing but she knew there had to be more to life than masturbation and vanilla fake orgasms.
She was walking home one day, lost in thought about hard cocks and strong hands when she tripped on a curb and fell, splitting her knees on the cement.
She was grimacing in pain and seeing stars when Darlene felt a light touch on her back and heard a low, masculine voice beside her. "Are you okay?" he asked.
She focused her eyes to see a beautiful, muscular man with tattoos covering both his arms. He was wearing a hi vis vest and hard hat. One of the road workers.
"I think so," she responded, attempting to stand up. The gorgeous specimen of a man insisted on helping her. His light touch became firm as he lifted her to her feet.
"I'm sure I'll be fine," she said. "Thank you so much but I live right there." She pointed to her building.
As his hands fell away from her and she started towards her apartment, one of her knees buckled.
Mr. Beautiful was fast. She would have hit the ground again if not for his kind, strong hands catching her.
"Let me walk you to your door," he said. "My name is Jake Williams. I'm the Superintendent on this site."
Darlene felt her cheeks burn as she stared at the Greek God named Jake holding his beautifully sculpted arms out to help her. She also felt blood rushing to her pussy.
"Um," she stammered. "Sure, thank you very much. This is very embarrassing."
"Don't be embarrassed," Jake said. "We've all had our falls. It happens on the site all the time. But unlike you, we're all wearing safety gear. Now, how should we do this?" he asked.
First, Jake put one arm around Darlene's waist gripping her firmly under her breasts with her arm over his shoulder. But he was tall and she was short. His thumb grazed the under-curve of Darlene's breast and causing her nipples to harden.
Misinterpreting her gasp, Jake pulled his hands away. He assessed the situation and gauged the distance to her building. "There's no way around it," he said. "Trust me."
With that cryptic comment, he reached out and scooped Darlene into his amazing arms.
She couldn't help it, she burst into giggles. Jake smiled at her laughter as he carried her the short distance to her building and helped her inside and up the elevator to her door.
Trapped against his hard body for a full five minutes, Darlene was beside herself with arousal. She wondered, can he feel the electricity I'm feeling?
"Thank you very much, Jake," she said as he slipped her gently into a chair in her living room.
"Does anyone live here with you?" Jake asked. "I mean to take care of your wounds."
Darlene shook her head. "No, but I will be fine. Really, you've been so kind."
There was an awkward silence, then despite her shyness, Darlene threw caution to the wind before he could leave.
"Can you help me into my bedroom, before you go?"
When Jake nodded, then lifted her into his arms, the heat between Darlene's legs intensified. She pushed her breasts against him as discreetly as possible, thrilling at the sensation against her nipples.
Cheap thrills, she thought with amusement.
After placing her on the bed, Jake offered to clean her wounds and dress them before he left. "I have First Aid," he explained. Darlene thanked him and told him where to find the supplies.
When Jake returned, he told Darlene to lie back. "I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable but I think I need to pull your pants off very gently and get at those knees," he said kindly.
"I suppose it has to be done," Darlene said resignedly. But her heart was pounding, her panties were wet, and she couldn't believe she was about to be half naked with this beautiful man in her bedroom.
Jake pulled her pants off gently, like he promised, and cleaned and dressed the wounds on her knees. Darlene lay there wishing she could find the courage to invite him to her bed.
Finished with his ministrations, Jake stood and looked like he was going to leave.
"Wait," Darlene found herself saying. Jake looked at her expectantly. "I want to repay you for your kindness," she whispered, casting her eyes downward.
Jake leaned closer to hear her. He sat on the bed beside her. "What did you say?" he asked.
When Darlene turned to look at him, his eyes were heavy lidded and a thrill shot right from her heart to her clit.
Jake reached up to touch her face, then holding the back of her head, he smashed his lips onto hers, claiming her mouth with his tongue.
Darlene moaned in ecstasy. She was so aroused she thought she might come right then and there.
But Jake wasn't finished. Recognizing her moan as consent, Jake pulled his lips away long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
His chest was chiseled like his arms. Darlene stared at him with smoldering eyes. "You're so beautiful," she said.
She reached up and ran her hands over his chest and nipples, then down to cup his rock hard cock through his work pants.
Now Jake groaned. "It's going to take me a minute to get these boots off, Sweetie."
"I'll wait," Darlene replied huskily.
She had never felt so horny in her life! She pulled her shirt and bra off but left her panties on because of her wounds.
Jake saw her hesitation. He had finished undressing and now turned his attention to her.
"You're so beautiful," he said. But Darlene could not speak.
Jake's cock was incredible. She instinctively reached for it.
"Oh, I see," Jake said with barely held restraint. "You're a horny little slut, are you?"
No one had ever spoken to Darlene like that. She found herself nodding her head as Jake put his hand in her panties and slipped one finger into her wetness. "Yes!" she said. "Yes, I am!"
Darlene began to grind her hips in circles against his hand. She reached for his cock again. "Please..." she begged.
"You want my cock, you horny little slut?" Jake asked, then he kissed her hard, holding the back of her head again, a handful of hair in his grasp. When he broke the kiss, Darlene was near tears.
"Yes, please," she begged again. "Please fuck me. Fuck me hard, Jake. I want your cock so bad."
Jake stood up. He positioned Darlene on the bed so he could climb between her legs. The scent of her cunt was on his fingers. She was so wet his cock slid into her like butter.
He went slow at first. Holding himself up with one hand, he massaged her breasts, taking in her beauty and the way she clawed at him and ground her clit against him.
Darlene gasped and moaned with pleasure. She was so close to coming.
"I'm going to come," she told him. Her breathing became more rapid and she thrust her lower body against him in circular motions.
"I'm beginning to think you like it rough," Jake said, teeth clenched as he pulled her hair slightly and bit her neck.
"Oh God!" Darlene said. "You're going to make me come!"
"You like that, you dirty little slut?" Jake asked.
"Yes!" she cried. "YES!"
And then Jake did something Darlene did not expect. Something that had never even occurred to her. He grabbed her throat. And he looked into her eyes. His grip was strong enough to thrill her but not enough to kill her. She could still breathe enough.
Instead of terrifying her, Darlene was out of her mind with arousal. On Jake's next thrust, she fell to pieces. The most intense orgasm she'd ever had exploded between her legs and spread throughout her body.
Jake loosened his grip on her throat and kissed her again while the waves of her orgasm slowly subsided.
"You are one wild woman," Jake said as he held himself hard inside her and firm against her. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
No, she told him. Please, she said. Do it again.
She came three more times with his hand on her throat and each time he called her a dirty, little slut and asked her "Do you like that? Do you like that?"
And finally she told him, "I want to feel your hot come on my tits. Please, it's your turn." Her eyes looked up at him imploringly.
Jake pulled out slowly and asked her to turn over. Darlene obliged. On her hands and bandaged knees, back arched, nipples grazing the pillow under her, she felt Jake's cock enter her slowly at first.
As his thrusts gradually became faster and harder, Jake put spit on his thumb and very gently played with Darlene's bum-hole. Her moans of pleasure let him know she was enjoying it.
He squeezed her ass cheek with his other hand as he got closer to coming. His thrusts became accentuated with grunts. He was a wild animal and she was answering his mating call.
Darlene was intoxicated with pleasure. And with one final, hard thrust, his seed exploded into her.
He caught her in his arms, with her breast in his hands, kissing her neck all stubble and goosebumps. Darlene felt in shock. Tears threatened because she was so fucking happy.
Jake had done what no man before him could do. He'd unlocked the secret to her sexual pleasure. He's given her true and absolute sexual release.
This sexy, muscular, tattooed bad boy was so fucking hot. Oh, she hoped they would be doing this again and again and again.
After a few minutes, Jake stood up and started to get dressed. "I suppose I should get back to work," he chuckled.
"What are you doing later?" Darlene asked.
"Well, I'm not a young man anymore but I have a feeling you can bring the teenager out in me...or, I'm sorry, would you like to go to dinner?"
Darlene laughed. "How about we eat in, here, at my place. I'll cook or I'll order in."
"That sounds great, thank you," Jake replied. He walked to the door and opened it.
"I'm sorry," he said before stepping out. "But I can't recall if I got your name?"
Darlene smiled and closed her eyes in pure contentment. Then she looked up him innocently and told him, "You can call me 'dirty, little slut.'"
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