Janet McCoy - Angie_s dog orgy

Nick immediately felt a familiar apprehension as he heard a dog bark on the other side of the front door. One of the cardinal hazards of his profession was unfriendly dogs, and the graying meter man was in no mood to fight off a canine assault at the moment. All he wanted was to get the day over with as quickly and as painlessly as possible.

After ringing the doorbell a second time, Nick was rewarded with the sound of human footsteps on the other side of the door. In a moment it had swung open and a very attractive brunette in a bathrobe, no slippers and no curlers in her long shiny, black hair, was smiling at him through the screen.

Nick had to swallow hard before he could find his voice. The woman's terry robe was tied so loosely in front he could see a good three inches of the cleavage and curves of her full, round boobs. And what's more, just another half-inch and he was sure he'd be able to catch a glimpse of her beaver.

"Good… good morning, ma'am," he stammered, his cool gone for the first time in almost twenty years on the job. "I'm your new m-m-meter man."

The woman smiled a bright welcome as she swung the screen door open to admit the shaken man. "Good morning. Please come in. You look like you could use a cup of coffee, am I right?"

Nick couldn't believe his ears. Sure, he'd heard the old jokes about the milk man, the delivery man or the meter man being greeted at the door by a beautiful, half-dressed, horny woman, but this was the first time anything like it had happened to him. He'd become a skeptic, in fact, about the truth of any of those stories.

Edging through the door, Nick stuck out a cautious hand to stroke the big German shepherd who stood close at his mistress' heels. "Sure sounds good, ma'am… the coffee, I mean," he managed to blurt out once he was well inside the living room, his hat and his clipboard in his hand, his face apprehensive but brightening with an unfamiliar eagerness.

"Hey, you know, you're kind of cute," the brunette was saying, moving closer to the older man and wrapping her arms around his neck, planting a long, wet kiss on his trembling lips.

When their lips had parted, Nick looked long and hard into the brunette's dark eyes, and suddenly something in him snapped. The boredom and frustration of twenty years of tedium melted away and he was alive again.

Hell, he thought arrogantly, I'm only forty-three years old. Why shouldn't this good-looking broad find me attractive?

Needing no further invitation, the mouse-turned-tiger grabbed the girl tightly around the shoulders and swung her down, leaning over her to plant a long Don-Juan-type kiss on her trembling lips. The meter man could feel his cock pulsing to an unaccustomed excitement in his pants as he realized that this gorgeous, half-naked woman was actually trembling under his touch, obviously dying with need for more of his ardent attentions.

"Hey, baby, why don't we take off this bathrobe?" he suggested boldly, pulling the ties apart and slipping the garment down off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor in a heap at her feet.

For a moment Nick's old timidity came back as the shy man drank in the full, out-thrust swell of the brunette's tanned boobs, their little pink nipples hardening to taut erection under his gaze. Her belly was smooth and flat, her hips full and swelling. Nick suddenly wondered if he could handle this obviously highly sexed, ripe example of lush womanhood. After many years of fucking an apathetic, overweight, out of shape wife every two or three weeks, Nick was not sure he was ready for the demands of Venus. He was too used to beer-swilling Agnes Petrushka.

"What's the matter?" the girl pouted, a frown contorting her features into an expression that made her even more desirable to Nick. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

Her eyes glistened with a little twinkle of mischief as she moved in on the reluctant man and began to undo the buttons of his blue uniform shirt.

"Why don't you let me see what you look like?" she asked coquettishly, her tits rubbing lewdly against his chest as she helped him raise his arms out of his shirt.

Nick's fear was again forgotten in a new rush of lust as he realized this gorgeous woman was actually so hot for his body that she was tearing the clothes right off him. He suddenly forgot to be self-conscious as the simple truth struck him that his sexual capacity had seemed minimal over the past years only because there had been nothing within grabbing distance to arouse it. The way his cock was thumping in his baggy trousers at the moment, he didn't have the slightest worry that he'd be able to give the lady a good fuck once she got his clothes off.

"Ma'am, you are the most beautiful piece of woman I have ever seen this side of dreamland," he complimented the lusty woman as she knelt down to help him step out of his pants. "I…"

Words suddenly failed him as she reached up and pulled down his orange-striped boxer shorts, freeing to the cool air in the living room the hard staff of his urgently swaying cock.

He was amazed to hear the girl's breath suck in rapidly and her eyes grow big as she exclaimed: "My, what a beautiful cock you have, darling! It's so long and thick. You must have a very happy wife."

Nick's whole face lit up with pride as his ears hummed to the tune of her praise.

Yeah, it is a pretty good cock, he thought smugly as he stroked the blood-swollen rod. I used to think my dick was above average… but I guess I kind of forgot about all that since I married Agnes…

The naked meter man forgot about Agnes, too, as he felt the brunette's hands gently urge his own away from his out-thrusting prick, and her mouth close wetly over the rock-hard tool.

Jeez, she's sucking my cock! he thought wildly, but still it took an extra couple of moments before the reality of his situation struck home.

He had actually come to this house to read a gas meter, and within moments he had the voluptuous young lady of the house kneeling on the carpet in front of him nibbling at his prick.

Naw, it can't be happening! he chided, slapping his face to wake himself up. But even after the slap, when he looked down, there was a lovely brunette head laboring over his rigid cock, and the sensations coursing through every nerve-ending in his body were gradually convincing him that this was no wet dream. Nothing but the real thing could feel this good.

Clasping the woman's head in his hands, Nick closed his eyes and began to concentrate fully on the liquid-honey titillation emanating from his achingly distended cock. It was like his cock had suddenly become buried in smooth dark velvet that coated and laved and taunted every inch of his throbbing rod to increasing peaks of painful rigidity.

He looked down to watch his customer poking out her tongue between full pink lips to prod excitingly at the little slit in the end of his prick, lapping hungrily at the single drop of pre-cum that hovered there, then swirling her tongue all around the mushroom-shaped head, coaxing it to saw back up into her, begging it to fill her throat with its lusty thickness.

Inspired by his own lewd thoughts, Nick thrust his hips forward brutally, even as his hands sought a stronger grip in her flowing dark hair. Holding her head steady, he began to pump his prick steadily in and out of her welcoming mouth, moaning huskily as he reveled in his new heaven-sent paradise of lusty abandon.

"Sally, where are you? Who was at the door?"

Another female voice echoed through the house, shocking Nick back into semiconsciousness as he drew his dick quickly back from the kneeling woman's lips and scrambled for his clothes.

Jeez, she's not even alone! he thought wildly, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he heard the sound of a pair of pumps heading for the living room.

He had only managed to get one leg into his pants when a naked blonde in pink high heels strolled into the room, a momentary look of surprise on her face quickly shifting to one of eager excitement.