I filled the pot with water and watched it boil with the faint sounds of sirens in the distance getting closer. I grabbed a dish towel and tossed it into the pot with the other end dangling over the flicker of the flames. It started to burn and I put it out leaving behind the charred remains of the dish towel to give it as much realism as possible.
A truck showed up and I casually peeked through the curtains to see the month of June working his way toward the front door. I knew his name was Brett Howard with short blond hair, 5’10 with the kind of muscles that would make any man envious in the locker room.
His pet peeve was people that were careless. He looked worried, but I did make a point to mention the fire wasn’t serious. It was the reason why they only sent one truck to make an assessment.
I always wondered what was underneath their bulky uniforms and the calendar had given me a look behind the curtain of their modesty. It was all for a good cause and the money raised was shared with various charities.
His expression changed when I opened the door to greet him. His eyes roamed freely over my body taking in my curves and the way that I was flaunting myself making it look like an accident.
“I’m sorry to call you all the way out here for nothing. I panicked when a dish towel got set on fire and I instinctively called 911.” He brushed past me and I followed him into the kitchen where he stood at the stove for quite some time looking at the charred piece of towel.
“I could be helping somebody else, but it is fortunate this is my last call of the evening. I know why you called me. I don’t normally do this, but I think I will make the exception for you.” He had me speechless and he went back out to the truck to have a quick conversation with the two guys inside.
They drove away and he came back in taking off his jacket to reveal the red suspenders and the black shirt underneath showing off his muscles with huge biceps.
I grabbed his collar and pulled him closer. “I am in desperate need of your hose to put out my fire,” I exclaimed with breathless abandon.
He lifted me onto his shoulders and carried me over to the island in the kitchen.
“I see that you have one of our calendars. I don’t think introductions are in order since you already know me.” I was sitting there on the counter with my legs dangling over the side and his immense frame standing right between my legs.
My negligee had risen a few inches to uncover my dirty little secret. My pussy was recently shaved bare as a baby’s bottom. I touched his lips and then ran my hands down to the edge of the shirt that had mysteriously become undone. He lifted his arms and I reveled in those muscles flexing for my enjoyment.
“You’re not mad?” I asked, but I could see the impish gleam in his eyes, confirming that he was quite happy by the results.
“How could I possibly be mad? You’re not some frumpy housewife looking to use me for fuel for the fire with her husband. You have a body that I want to explore. I don’t normally say something like this, but I’m burning up for you,” He moaned while I was busy undoing his pants and pulling down the zipper to see his silk black briefs bulging with more than a mouthful.
My hand slipped beyond the waistband feeling the length of his impressive equipment. It was a mouthwatering example of what a man should be in possession of. That muscle was a perfect complement to the package unveiled one item of clothing at a time. His pants and underwear came down and my eyes widened with the shock of seeing his large cock in the flesh.
“I share the sentiment. If I thought it was going to be this easy, I would’ve done this a long time ago. There’s no time like the present to make up for lost time.” I jumped down with his cock in between us and his hands were on the counter trapping me in a most enviable position.
I slowly descended until I was on my knees presented with something happy to see me. I took it by the base and pulled it down to my eager lips leaving a ring of my lipstick around the crown with one pull of my mouth. It was a full frontal attack and I was able to look up into those deliciously evil blue eyes from where I was.
“Stay right there with your mouth open and don’t move,” He demanded and then he grabbed fistfuls of hair with both hands with his large dick forcing my lips wide open to receive him. “This is what you wanted when you called in that false fire? This is a nice hard cock from a fireman to put out the blaze between your legs.” He declared with a thrust that had me choking on that piece of meat, but I wasn’t going to give up without a fight.
He was no stranger to a gym and probably had a revolving door of lovers, but I was grateful to be included in that category. It made me feel decadent and alive for the first time, but there was something missing. The missing component was more cocks dripping with enthusiasm and I knew where I could get them. I had a perfect motivation and gave him a tongue lashing of a lifetime.
To bring me some relief, my hand found its way underneath the hemline of my negligee. My little pussy accepted the invading force of my index finger.
It was a messy affair and I was a big believer in making it wet when going down on a man. He was not exactly complaining about my technique. His moans of encouragement confirmed how he was in way over his head and didn’t even know it.
He was pumping his hips, fucking my mouth deep and hard with his eyes watching every single second. It was all going down my throat and no doubt the visual aspect of seeing it bulging was turning him on. His grunts of reply and the way that he was pulling at my hair gave me a good understanding that he was a dominant figure in the bedroom. He was using me as a sexual outlet with no concern for my feelings which was exactly how I wanted it.
At any given moment, he was going to spew his load and I had some good clues that he was going to be more than just a couple of squirts. He was already leaking profusely quite excited and there was no modesty with him standing naked with his pants and underwear around his ankles in my kitchen.
“I’m going to give it to you, but I feel I have to warn you that I cum a lot. I know some men say that, but I’m not exaggerating.”
I could feel that I was not going to lose any of his respect by taking it out of my throat and letting it hang heavily on my tongue in preparation for the storm brewing between his legs.
He was definitely on a mission and my lips had stained his cock with a color that made him look like he had been attacked by several women. I began working him with my fingers along the length, twisting in that pleasing way every man was known to enjoy. I was on my knees showing him the service to his community could be well rewarded in a different way.
He was breathing heavy with his light blond chest hairs glistening with his sweat. Those muscles became even more accentuated with his sweat making them pop. I rocked on my heels and I knew that it was already too late to pull back before the inevitable.
Brett began cursing like a sailor with his loaded hose about to go off. There was nowhere to run and I was to blame for what was happening.
“You give love a bad name. The smile on your lips and your blood red nails excite every part of me. You act shy, but that first look proved otherwise. Nobody can save you. Ironically, not even a firefighter that is about to make you choke on his cock.” The knob swelled and those 9-inches began to vibrate along the surface of my tongue.
He came hot and heavy with my lips holding the head while my fingers were working him into this frenzy. He made a strangled growl and he pulled free with a long breath of pleasure. There was no denying that he had become my obsession, but he wasn’t the only one.
Chapter two
He was drinking orange juice straight from the container standing at the fridge with his rippled back muscles staring at me. He came back to where I was sitting trying to catch my breath without even bothering to put his clothes back on. He was quite aware of his naked presence and there was a slight twitch to indicate that there was more to the evening than I realized.
“I’m not quite sure how to say this. I want more and I think you can help with that. You must know a couple of young strapping guys who can come over here to join you. I’m thinking November and December.” I had the calendar in front of me leafing through the contents finally understanding that my dream could be more than wishful thinking.
“It is a little short notice, but I think that I can show you the department’s hospitality.” He playfully began to pose for me and I was more than happy to have this private showing.
“I gave you the most amazing blowjob and you came a lot. No question, you weren’t lying about that but I was more than happy to swallow the whole thing. I didn’t get off, but I was very close. Do you think there’s something you can do about that?” The question was out there and he pulled me from my chair with me following his naked buns all the way down the hallway to my bedroom.
“I see you’ve been having a little bit of fun without me. I don’t know how this compares to the real thing, but I’m guessing it’s much more fun when it’s warm to the touch.” He picked up the dildo still quite greasy from being inside of me.
“Well I… I…” I hesitated to say anything completely shocked by this latest turn of events.
“There’s no reason to be embarrassed. I might be of the minority, but I find it very hot to know you use this thing. I know women keep these things handy for those rainy days. I can assure you this will be getting very little use tonight,” He mocked with playful insistence, stalking me across the room until I fell back onto the bed with my legs spread.