5 comments/ 42552 views/ 15 favorites Claire & the Painters Ch. 01 By: clairelovescock My family had all left for the summer holidays leaving me at home alone. Mum and Dad had taken my two little brothers up north for a few weeks, and my older brother John had gone overseas with some friends from uni. I had been left to look after the house, and my parents had given me a generous housekeeping budget. They did, however, want me to get the house painted while they were gone. The two painters came over one day to quote for the job, a couple of reasonably trim guys, wearing their shorts in the hot weather. I showed them around the house, told them we wanted all the exterior walls, fascias, verandah posts and door and window frames painted, and left them to it. I was spending every night I was home alone downloading porn, although that wasn't too often -- sluts never have too much trouble finding company. The night before, I had found a photo series of a woman seducing three painters when she brought them coffee. Its topicality struck me at the time, but I didn't think about it much, and certainly hadn't laid any plans to try something similar myself. However, I was feeling mischievous, and saw a chance to reserve some of my budget for clothes. I changed into my bathers, slung a towel over my shoulder and went out to the boys on the verandah. I asked how they were getting on, and as they undressed me with their eyes they told me they'd measured up about half the house. I told them to come and find me in the pool when they wanted me, then walked off to the pool, imagining them staring at my arse, the thought turning me on a little. About five minutes later I surfaced by the side of the pool to find Nick squatting at the edge. I realised I could actually see up the leg of his shorts to where his cock was nestled against his thigh. He handed me the towel as I climbed out of the water. I invited the guys to sit by the pool and write up a quote while I went inside to get us some drinks. The three of us were sitting around the circular table with our drinks -- lemonade for me, beer for Harry and orange juice for Nick -- when I laid out my proposal to them. Basically I would pay for materials if they would accept sexual favours for their labour. I was prepared to give them a blow job each every day they showed up. In addition, since they could start that Friday, I would be their slut all night after they finished for the day, and once again when the job was done. When I pointed out that I wasn't setting a limit on the number of days they could work they started to waver. Then I mentioned that being a bit of a tart, I was likely to want them more often than our agreement called for. Finally I stood up, untied my top and offered to pay them for their time spent on the quote. I discarded my top and dropped to my knees between their seats as they relented, and fished their hard dicks out of their shorts. Standing, they took their cocks in their hands, and I wrapped my arms around a leg each as I lapped enthusiastically at the proffered organs, my mouth wide open as I ran my tongue freely over the glistening heads. Varying the pace, I dove onto Nick's pole, bobbing my head a little as he bucked his hips, trying to go deeper. My left hand wandered from his buttocks to his balls, my fingertips tenderly brushing his hairy skin. With my right hand I pulled on Harry's shaft, pressing the warm flesh of his dick to my cheek, rubbing it against my face, smearing myself with the slippery fluid seeping from it. I popped Nick's knob from between my lips, took a deep breath, and engulfed Harry's cock in my mouth as Nick began to grind himself against my face. I could feel his pre-cum matting my hair as I lavished attention on his mate's straining erection. As I relinquished Harry's dick I changed the pace again, and began to service my two tradesmen lick for lick, first one, then the other. I pecked kisses on the very end of their cocks, swirled my tongue once around the head, slid all the way down and up again with my lips gripping their shaft, and licked all the way from balls to head. Then I took Nick into my mouth again, but this time I slipped him down my throat. Harry started to rub himself through my hair again. Just when Nick thought I was through with him, I stuck out my tongue and licked his balls with his shaft buried in my mouth to the hilt, a trick I love to use if guys aren't too big. I slid up his prick as slowly as I could, rippling my tongue against his shaft, and then turned to give Harry the same treatment. As I started on Harry, Nick stepped closer to me. Now he was standing with his legs either side of my shoulder, as he slowly bucked his hips, rubbing his cock over my face and through my hair. When I had worked my way down and up Harry's prick, I grabbed it by the base, holding it so I had the two cockheads right in front of my lips. I stuck my tongue out and moved my head in figures of eight to lick all around the two boys' organs, and felt Nick's ankle push against my soaking crotch. I ground my hips, humping against his leg like a horny dog. Once more I bobbed my head all the way down Nick's cock, pressing my nose hard into his pubic hair as I tried to get his cock as far back in my mouth as possible. I pulled off him, gasping for breath, and a mixture of my saliva and his juices drooled from my lips, hanging in thick strings between his organ and my mouth before they dropped onto my breasts. I turned to give Harry the same treatment, but he was ready for me and began to thrust, gently at first. I rocked into him, matching his movements. He didn't lay his hand on my head, as many guys would, and I enjoyed the feeling of willingly, even eagerly, having my mouth fucked. Soon my chest was drenched in slippery drool, and I leaned back. The boys took one breast each, and began to rub against it, their lubricated shafts sending thrills through me as they slipped over my nipples. Both hands were buried in my lap, my fingers flying deftly over my labia. As I neared orgasm I brought my left hand behind me, sliding a slick finger into my arse as I began to writhe and moan. Between that orgasm and the next I slipped another finger up my backside and sucked quickly on the proffered dicks, swapping quickly between them. As my moans subsided to whimpers for a second time the guys took a half step back and started to wank hard. I took my right hand from my crotch and licked it slowly, savouring my juices, as I gave the boys a smouldering glance. "Lick the other one," encouraged Nick, and so I did, sucking the fingers I had just pulled from my arse. I was thankful I had showered before the boys had arrived, so the experience wasn't as unpleasant as it could have been. The first stream of cum struck my hand and splashed over my lips. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, but very little of the flying ejaculate actually landed on it, most of it striking my nose and cheeks. When the boys were done they wiped themselves clean in my hair, and I smiled up at them, squinting a little into the setting sun. "Ah, this is the life...The warm sun on my tits, your warm cum on my face...You guys had better take all three weeks to paint the house." Claire & the Painters Ch. 02 That was a Tuesday, and I wouldn't see Nick or Harry until Friday. By Thursday morning I was starting to go crazy thinking about all the fun we could have. Like every morning, I went for a run of about 4 km, and when one of the local boys commented on the way my breasts were bouncing I just couldn't help myself. I stopped and walked over to where he and his friend were standing beside the road. I had seen him in his school uniform, wearing the special blazer for students in their final year, so I assumed he was 18. "You like these, do you, boys?" I asked. The reply wasn't exactly articulate, but it was definitely affirmative. "Would you like to see them?" The two lads nodded. "Keep up with me and I'll show you at home." I took off, pushing home as quick as I could. Only one of them kept up, so I invited him in, and we kicked off our shoes. We had a quick glass of water each, and he couldn't keep his eyes off my heaving chest. When I had regained my breath I led him by the hand to the bathroom. I backed up against the basin and with a little encouragement he pulled off my singlet. He eventually negotiated the sports bra, and grabbed my exposed tits. I let him maul them a while, and soon he bent his head and started to suck my nipples. At first he suckled like a baby, but I showed him how I like it with more tongue, and it wasn't long before this kid was turning me on. "You like 'em, huh?" I murmured to the top of his head. "Yeah, they can be fun, but you'll enjoy it even more if you get into my pants." I took his hand and slid it down me to the top of my bike shorts, which he obediently slipped down. As he knelt to take my shorts right off I took the hem of his t-shirt and slid it up. He raised his arms so I could pull it off him, then he slipped my shorts over my feet and flung them into the corner. When he stood I unbuckled his belt and it was my turn to kneel as I pulled his jeans to the floor. I leaned forward and sucked his erect dick as hard as I could through his boxers. Then I slipped them off and sucked him again, gently this time. I grabbed his buttocks, pressed my tits against him and stood up, sliding my nipples up his body. I felt the warm hardness of his cock rubbing against me as I pushed him slowly back toward the shower. I stepped around him to turn on the shower, and he began to fumble between my legs from behind. I parted my thighs a little, and waited for the water to run warm. I turned around, grabbed his hand and brought it to my lips. I sucked his fingers and stepped back, gripping his fingers gently with my teeth. He followed me into the shower. I let him soap me up, then rubbed myself against him. Our bodies slid over each other in the steamy shower. I had my back to him, grinding my arse against his dick, his hands caressing my front. I put my hands on the tiled wall, poking my arse back at him. I felt him back away to aim his dick, and then he tried to plunge straight up my arse. It was unexpected, so I resisted, but I decided to just go with it since I was being the neighbourhood slut. His second attempt was so powerful he actually lifted me off my feet. As soon as I was able I began pushing back against his thrusts, thankful that the soap was so slippery. After a few minutes I asked him to stop. He just kept right on pumping me, so I thought desperately. I begged him to let me suck him off, and he pulled out. I pushed him up against the wall under the spray and stroked his length hard a couple of times, trying to clean his pole. Then I ducked my head into the cascading water and sucked his balls. As I licked up the shaft I pulled his foreskin back hard and let the water play into the little folds of skin. When I wrapped my lips around his knob I could only taste his cock, not my own arse. Elated that I had regained control of the situation, I began to give him a fantastic blowjob. I put both hands flat against the wall and pressed down onto his dick, easily pressing my nose into his pubic hair. I began rippling my tongue against his shaft, slowly bobbing my head, and it wasn't long before he ground his hips into my face and shot his load into my mouth. Feeling quite the slut, I pulled off him, showed him my mouth full of cum, then swallowed, giving him a good look. I thanked him politely, licked him clean, and turned off the shower. As he dried me I talked dirty to him, telling him I wanted another load, aiming to just be a bit of a tease. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, and I saw his friend watching us through the window high on the opposite wall. "How long was he there?" I asked. "He saw me fucking your arse," replied my young stud. "So he'd be all turned on and ready to go, then?" Without waiting for a reply I left the room and went to the front door. The kid outside could hear everything we'd said and wasn't slow on the uptake. He was outside the door in a flash, dick pointing straight ahead out his jeans, but I had my own ideas. Our front door has a letter flap in it, which just happens to be at groin height. I flipped it open, wiggled my fingers through it, and called to the boy outside to poke his cock in for a blowjob. He stepped up to the door and stuck his organ through the slot, straight into my waiting mouth. Meanwhile my first lay had dried himself off, and emerged naked from the bathroom. He stood in the hall, taking in the sight of me slurping enthusiastically on a disembodied penis, then crept up behind me and grabbed my hips. I jumped a mile, but luckily injured neither myself nor the boy I was blowing, but he totally ignored my reaction and slid smoothly into my slippery pussy. Two loads of cum later, I was feeling a bit less frisky. Having swallowed the oral load, I turned to the boy behind me who had retrieved his clothes and was dressing himself. "Thank you, honey," I purred as his sperm dribbled down my thighs. "Tell your friend out there, and anyone else, actually, that if they're passing by and want a head job all they need to do is poke their cock through the letterbox and ring the doorbell. If I'm home, I promise I'll suck them off."