Going Back for More

"Oh God, fuck me harder!" Michelle moaned. She was bent over a workbench, completely naked and her ample chest was rubbing against a thin, paint- splattered dropcloth. She could feel the rough wood on on her tender breasts. The man behind her was grunting and she felt his cock tense and his thrusting becoming deeper and more insistent. He was ready to cum.

She turned her head to catch a glimpse of him pounding her, his naked body slapping against her ass and she reached back and brushed his balls. That was all it took. He thrust deep and she felt his cock twitch and began filling up her cunt. She turned back to face the wall and exercised her kegels, milking every last drop out of him.

He whimpered and pulled out, then collapsed into an old lawn chair. Michelle got up, woozy and turned to face her husband. "Fuck Tom, you really still get off on this? You really love this little 'fantasy', don't you?"

Tom was panting, his head thrown back and eyes partially closed, his cock was still stiff and covered in his cum, her juices, and the silicone lube that they prefer. "Yeah babe, when you told me about that hillbilly cumming in those cheap black panties? I can't help myself. I just need to jerk off or fuck that tight pussy."

"I know and I love it," she said. She slinked closer to him, until her pelvis was right at his head, she straddled him and lowered herself onto his thigh and began grinding. "I'm going to go shower and crawl into bed babe. You can come whenever you can move." She nibbled his ear, pinched his nipple and brushed her thigh aganist his now slowly deflating cock before getting up.

Tom nodded and his panting began to slow. He watched his curvy wife gently walk into the house.

* * *

Jack just finished cumming again into the city whore's panties when a knock sounded at his door. He wiped himself off and made his way through the random shit that cluttered his house to the side door.

"Well damn Dale, it's late, why the hell can't you at least text me you were gonna be coming over?"

Jack stepped aside and let a short, rotund man enter, he had beady eyes and a fat, scruffy face. "I know Jack, but you know it's been a while and I wanted to see what you was up to. I mean, you know I saw it all with the pretty little city girl a week ago."

Jack smiled, "Well shit, sit down and have a beer or four buddy, we got some stuff to talk about."

Jack showed Dale his prize, the cum stained panties and Michelle's social media profile. Dale was real impressed and a little jealous and after their prescribed four beers, the two dirty old friends managed to cook up quite a wonderful little plan.

* * *

Michelle was waking up, a cup of coffee by her bedside, left by her sweet Tom. She was a little sore from the night before, but it was the good kind of sore, the kind that made her feel alive and desired. She sipped her coffee and grabbed her phone. One of her social media accounts had a notification that caught her eye, a message from Jack, saying that he has some more tools that he's willing to part with, for the right price. And his friend Dale may have some too.

Interesting. She made a time to go see them the next day.

The next day, Michelle found herself back in Jack's driveway, although she was dressed a little different. She had told Tom about the text and he suggested she dress a bit more seductive. He had her wear an inexpensive summer dress, sheer with thin spaghetti straps and push up bra, to better showcase her ample cleavage. He dressed her with a pair of inexpensive flip-flops and a matching pair of underwear, this time a g-string rather than her usual thong. She stepped out into the hot sun and saw the two men approach her.

Jack was a fair bit taller than Dale and he was taller than she remembered, he was still had a small beer gut, but was otherwise in better shape than she recalled from the blur of a day a few weeks back. Dale on the other hand.

He was short, barely 5'2", with thinning, hair on a sun-burnt head. He had an odd, rodent like appearance, and licked his lips constantly, making little squelching noises with mouth, eyeing Michelle up and down. A definite eye fucking.

"Hello, gentlemen," she said, her voice honeyed with sarcasm, "I understand you have some more tools you'd like to sell me?"

"Yes ma'am," Jack said, "We thought your husband would want some more stuff, now of course, us being the type of folk we are, we have a lot, so we don't expect you to exactly pay cash."

"That's right," Dale piped in, his voice cracking like a school boy "In fact, I would greatly prefer something similar to that little cheesecake strip tease you gave to Jack the other day. I saw it all through my hunting scope."

Michelle was a little shocked and yet she felt herself flush red with both embarrassment and arousal, just as the last time. Tom was going to love this later.

"Ok, deal. I have a list of tools here" and she handed them her phone.

"Fair enough," Jack said, "I can getcha the drill press you've got here and we can get it loaded up. But girly, that's a nice one and the price is pretty damn high. You willing to pay it?"

She nodded.

"Well alright then, why don't you take off that pretty sundress for us, right here. Don't worry, ain't nobody coming this way for a while."

Her body tensed as she pulled off her thin sundress, revealing her body to the warm rural sun, the matching bra and panties still on her body. She felt sweat bead up, from both nervousness and desire.

"Damn Jack, she's hot as fuck in person, why don't you twirl around for us a bit there sweet thing," Dale said, licking his thin lips in anticipation.

Michelle did as she was asked feeling their eyes settle on her thick ass and the completely invisible string.

"Good girl, let's take you to the shed, you know the way."

She nods and walks, "You know gentlemen," she said coyly, "this isn't exactly the first or second time I've done this."

"I figured that ma'am" Jack said, "You were too damn comfortable before, you're still gonna be comfortable," it was statement of fact that Michelle happened to agree with.

They stopped at the shed. "Lose the bra missy," Dale said.

She turned to face them, a smile of pure sex on her face and slowly peeled off the push up bra, letting her magnificent chest fall free, the nipples erect from a sudden breeze. Dale stiffened in his pants, and she could see the outline of a short, but girthy cock form in his dirty jeans.

"Damn," Dale said, moving forward and sticking out a hand. He cupped one of her breasts with his hand and moved the other to her thick ass. "You are a fucking gorgeous little slut." He said and firmly smacked her bare ass cheek.

She yipped and smiled, "Fuck Dale, that was good."

"I know"

Jack came up too and fondled her other breast and rather than slap her ass, just admired it. "Yeah, this is nice, get on your knees."

She obeyed and was now eye level with Jack's crotch and she looked up. "Guess you want me to blow you two today."

Jack smiled, "No ma'am, not today. We're gonna work up to that maybe. No today you're going to jerk me off onto those tits and Dale onto your face. He loves seeing a woman's face covered in sperm. You do that and leave your clothes here? You got the drill press."

She nodded and settled into the ground. The dry dirt and burnt grass scratched her knees. Jack and Dale dropped their trousers and she grabbed each of their cocks with a hand. Dale was a little shorter than average, but almost as thick as a soda can. Jack was the same, but he looked somehow a bit bigger then last time.

She spit on both cocks, and slowly massaged into into the their flesh. Dale was getting hard and he was eyeing her. He moved closer and kneaded her left breast. Jack stayed where he was, but tilted his head back and was enjoying the start of his handjob.

Michelle loved this, she got quiet during handjobs, focusing on the person who the cocks were attached to. She paid attention, listening to Jack pant as she varied the speed and friction with her right hand. For Dale, he was practically fucking her hand by himself and she was surprised at how hard he got. He was like a small piece of iron in her hand, much harder than Tom ever got.

Dale squeezed her breast to the point it hurt more than it should, she yelped and he backed. She increased the speed on Dale and tightened her grip.

"I know you're going to cum right? You want to cum on my pretty married face? Come on Dale, you can do it. I know you can paint my fucking face with your cock."

Dale pushed her hand away and grabbed his cock. He moved closer to her face "Spit on it you slut," she did, "Good girl," he said and then he came.

He moved his tip, spraying his cum all over her face, hitting her cheeks, lips, and dribbling it down her chin. When it was done, he smeared the tip on one of the few uncovered parts of her face.

She turned her painted face, the warmth dripping down and onto her chest to Jack. She quickened her pace with him and she could hear him gulping, trying to hold back and enjoy every last bit of Michelle stroking his cock.

"Aww Jack," she cooed, "this is just like the last time. C'mon Sir, you can cum on my tits, go ahead, you and I both know this is exactly what you want, to paint a married whore up"

At that final bit of words for her, he released, she held his cock right on her nipples, and made sure to move them and his cock to cover both as evenly as she could.

"Good girl," Jack said as he panted and finished pumping his last little bit. "Good girl."

Michelle rested back, her ass touching the ground. "Thank you Jack and Dale"

The two men took a moment, tucked their cocks back in and then moved the drill press and loaded it into her car.

"Now ma'am," Jack said. "I said you gotta leave your clothes, but we ain't mean now, we gotta give you something." He handed her some cheap clothes for the local store, "We bought these, probably a little tight, but they should fit."

Michelle took off the g-string and left it with the rest of her clothes and wiggled into the cheap athletic booty shorts and the two size too small tank top, the cheap fabric already saturated with the two men's cum.

"You come back anytime you want Michelle," Dale said, "I need to taste and fuck that pussy anyway," he lapped his tongue like a dog would a water bowl.

She blew each man a kiss and then drove off.