Up in a small town in Nothern California sits a young, handsome, hard working handyman -- let's call him Mr. Tool. He has made the decision the automate his paperwork, mostly because he hates doing it, and anything he can do to get out of having to write it out would be welcome. What programs??? What hardware??
What software??? Well, this smart guy figures he will pick the brains of the AOL people -- somebody out there knows something, and maybe will work out a deal for him. Sure enough, he runs into this consultant one evening -- Ms. Mercenary, and he begins to plead his case. No budget, no idea of what he wants, you know the story. This guy just wants to be out there in the field working, and not spending his life at a computer.
A date is set, and our guy starts to wonder when the consultant insists on a time when Mr. Tool will not be disturbed by anyone for several hours.
She stresses he is paying for this service, and it is only fair to him to have dedicated time -- no wife, kids, or animals to break the concentration, let alone phones or pagers.
The appointed time rolls around, and Mr. Tool is very nervous -- the house is clean, kids are out for the entire day, wife is at work until well into the evening hours.
Everything is in place. Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Mr. Tool's heart jumps --- this could be it. It is. Ms. Mercenary proves to be a stacked midget -- big, suckable tits, soft dark hair, and a mischievious glint in her dark brown eyes. She opens her mouth to speak, and this velvety deep voice pours out, "Pleased to meet you, Mr.
Tool. Now, which way is the office?" She seems to be all business. Mr. Tool is now very nervous, not knowing what to expect, he guides her back to his office space -- a cramped spare bedroom. There are stacks of papers, disks, and books everywhere on the small desk. "I don't see how you can get anything done in here," she begins.
"There is simply no organization. I hope your computer files are in better shape. Why don't you sit down here and show me what you've got." Mr. Tool sits down at the computer, and begins to guide her through. The room is so small that the only place she can see the screen is from right behind him. He notices with a flush that as he works at the computer, her tits are right in his back.
A fact that his tool appreciates very very much. He is having a very hard time concentrating, and is beginning to stutter, when she reaches over with her right hand, actually leaning on his back with those gorgeous tits of hers, and takes the mouse from his hand.
"We need to talk about files and basic organization, I see. Let me see what we have in here. Hmmmmm." At this point, Mr. Tool realizes there is some clothing missing on that right arm.
The business like jacket she was wearing has come off, and she is in a sheer blouse with buttons down the front. Mr. Tool reaches over and locks the door as an extra precaution.
As he does, he notices buttons have come undone. He tenderly reaches out and asks, "And just what do we have in here???" as he lifts a tit from its lacy bra cup. He gently kisses it, and murmurs, "Basic organization." "Mr.
Tool, just what are you doing? Maybe we should both check out this hardware first, before getting to the software. Now, if we clear off the desktop, and open these files." She begins moving things from the desk, and starts to undo the last buttons, and unzip her skirt.
Mr. Tool stops her, saying "It has been so long, let me, please." "Oh, Mr. Tool -- what have we here?" she asks as she reaches inside the waistband on his shorts and comes up with his hard cock.
"Why don't you explore this area first", she suggests as she feeds him a tit. "I will get acquainted with this equipment while you explore." Mr. Tool finds the tit so delectable. The only problem he has encountered on his exploration is an urgency in his cock. "Maybe that area needs to be cleaned out first," he suggests in a husky voice.
Ms. Mercenary looks at him, and gently pushes his bare ass onto the desk. She sits at the chair in front of him, takes his cock in her hands, and lifts it to her mouth. Mr. Tool has closed his eyes for just a moment, and doesn't see her lift the tool to her mouth. He does feel an incredible warm feeling as her lips and tongue encircle him.
He lets out a low groan, and begins to rock into her face. Her lips and tongue are all up and down the shaft, licking and sucking like there is no tomorrow. He groans again as she cups his balls in her hands and squeezes gently.
He responds to her flickering caresses and deep strokes on his shaft. The head is now so engorged. His need is now more urgent, and he really begins to face fuck her. Suddenly, without warning, and beyond his control, he comes all over her face and tits. She loves it, and offers to let him lick it off.
which of course, he does. "Now it is time for me to check out your equipment", he says, as he leads her to the only other piece of furniture in the room -- an old easy chair. He pushes her down into the chair and continues to clean her up -- licking and sucking all the way down.
This chair is so comfortable -- leaving her ass just at the edge of the seat, perfect access. When he gets to her bush, he notices she is shaved, and lets out a low chuckle. This one obviously loves to be eaten. It takes him no effort to get her to part her legs and hold those red lips open for him. He goes to the clit immediately, and nibbles on it.
"Ooooh, so nice.", she murmurs, and squirms to get better contact with him. He dips his fingers into the hot wetness, and slides them into her slit. He is satisfied to hear the sharp intake of breath from her as he begins stroking while teasing the clit with his tongue. He now has taken his right hand out of her dripping pussy, and replaced it with the left rubbing against the clit while staying just inside the lips. He notices the warm glow coming from Ms. Mercenary. He slides the wet index finger from his right hand into her tight ass -- and loves the deep groan that she gives him.
He is now in both openings, stroking away with as many fingers as possible, and nibbling and sucking on her clit, all in that age-old rhythm. He picks up the pace, sliding in deeper, harder, faster, until her back arches, and she floods his mouth with her juices.
She lets out a low deep moan, and collapses into a quivering heap. After a few moments of rest, she announces, "Well, the hardware does check out to be adequate for your needs, Mr. Tool. Now, about that software."