When the feeling strikes ...

Devon returns home from another hectic day at the office. The challenges at this particular job site fester and weigh on his mind.

He’s feeling a bit anxious and worries about the current distraction that may affect his perfect build record.

Only one thought crashes into his psyche, “I’ve just gotta get inside, get into my own space and take a breath.” Sliding the key into the keyhole, tumblers release the mechanism, unlocking the deadbolt to the side entrance.

He quickly pushes the wood panel open and walks into the comfort, he calls home. Spinning around he kicks the door closed, locking it shut.

Next to the entrance is an antique end table that hosts a mosaic ceramic bowl. Devon routinely drops his keys into this bowl, instead he rests them on the marble surface.

On the adjacent side is a set of hangers mounted on the wall. Devon sets his hard hat onto one of the hooks before heading down the main hall, leading into the kitchen.

On the island sits another bowl. This one is filled with fruit. He mulls over it for a moment and decides against having a banana.

Shuffling his tired frame towards the refrigerator, he pulls the door open, stretches inside and grabs himself a cold bottle of Corona.

Using an old fashion Winco bottle opener tucked under the cabinet, Devon snaps the cap off then turns around to face the island again, leans on the granite surface and proceeds to take a swig of the barley mixture.

He watches with anticipation as the amber liquid swirls down the long neck. The chilled beverage washes the back of his throat. Feeling the refreshment cleanse his palate, visions begin to pick through his mind.

These images flood through his nervous system. A crawling electric sensation sweeps across his skin and his anxiety reappears.

Each scene cuts into every sensitive fibre, twitching at every muscle group from left to right.

Betrayed by his thoughts. Devon’s current distraction slowly reveals itself and it weighs heavily on his heart. The clips revolve around one particular apprentice, Tasha Carson.

Born and raised in Thunder Bay, Tasha studied carpentry at “The All Trades Academy.” A well known, yet relatively new college.

She arrived part way through the month and was the first woman to ever join his team. Over this past week, Devon wasn’t able to shake these unexpected feelings, he was way out of his element.

He could picture her full round seductive eyes. They cast like two perfect emeralds and if you have the luxury to look close, they glowed with shimmering strands of gold.

Hidden neatly under her hard hat is a wildfire of red hair. It’s usually tied up in a ponytail, but sometimes she lets it flow.

Most days she’d wear overalls that cover her from her head to her feet. He could still see enough of her sensual silhouette under the Dickie brand. It only pushed his imagination further. He believed she was flawless.

She was a siren, a beacon of magnetic energy, like nothing he’s ever felt and when she’d speak it would nearly melt his insides.

Devon was absolutely invested, but he didn’t realize how much, until she hadn’t shown up for a few shifts. He missed seeing her on site and he missed her something fierce.

His body reacting in such a manner that he couldn’t think straight, he hadn’t eaten anything all day and he also forgot about his Venti latte from Starbucks sitting on his desk.

It was so unlike him to forget little details. He later asked one of his guys if they saw where he left his coffee.

Something had to give. He had no plan to get rid of this feeling. “Maybe a cold shower,” he thought.

Pulling a towel from the linen closet, Devon sits on the bed for a moment, takes one last drink, emptying the bottle. “Fuck it.”

Tugging at the ends of his t-shirt he pulls it up over his rugged body, his pores glisten with perspiration. The droplets string themselves into droplet descending off the cliff of his chiselled chest.

The intense heat building in his gut, slowly roams southward. With his thick strong fingers, he wipes the pools away from his washboard abs.

Unbuttons his jeans, the zipper rips open and unravels when he eases a hand beneath the elastic band pulling his meaty cock out.

Grasping his turgid rod, Devon closes his eyes and begins to gently imagine. Wrapping his hand around the top he pulls and rolls back the soft layer exposing a big round robust head.

And right then his fantasy materializes.

Tasha wraps her fingers around Devon’s thick throbbing cock, rolling her slippery tongue on his engorged peak. With her finger tips she tenderly massages around the mast feeling his pulse grow.

She joyfully rubs the pink spongy bubble summoning more juices. His slick shinning head now ready for her and invited him eagerly into her mouth.

Devon moans, hungrily begging to feel the warm sweet stroke of her velvety tongue. Her mouth flows with the will of a tide, crashing on the way down and releasing on the way up.

Her method was genius, sweeping up and over the top licking him like a candy pop. She weaved a magic spell of pure desire over his thick pulsing muscle.

He desperately wanted to cum in her mouth, but she had other plans. She rose to stand before him, still gripping and stroking his meaty stick with one hand while undressing from her work overalls with the other.

One clasp loose, then the other. The denim straps slip from her shoulders, fold forward, sliding off the edge of her succulent mounds, and crumpling to floor at her feet.

Tasha steps away from the pile of fabric. Devon takes one look at her plum curves, smooth pale naked flesh and cannot resist his broken temptation.

He grabs Tasha by the ass, lifting her up briefly onto his lap and flinging her onto the bed. Pulls her to the edge from her hips, folding her legs back, they spread open exposing her sweet center.

Devon dove in, driving his tongue deep into the folds of her wet pussy. Slowly sliding along its slick surface feeling Tasha quiver beneath each lick.

She sighed, humming with ecstasy craving to feel his tongue massage her clit and Devon did as she wished. He began strumming a tube on her beautiful swollen cherry. Tasha cried to him, “I want to feel you hard cock in me”.

Devon grabbed his shaft, slamming the head on her clit, grinding the tip over it teasing her couple of times before penetrated her sweetness with all his soul.

His breath growing stronger, grunting and growling more powerfully in perfect harmony with her.

Cum erupts from Devon’s cock, exploding with the force of a geyser. His hips still jerk forward mimicking the completion of his fantasy. With some extra strokes, Devon squeezed the last few drops of juice from his pulsing member until nothing more.