The doorbell rang at ten past eleven. I opened it to find a woman in a blue work shirt and tight khakis, tool belt slung low on her hips. Her name tag said "Mia." She had short dark hair, full lips, and tits that strained the buttons on her shirt.
"You called about the cable?" she asked, voice low and direct.
"Yeah. Living room's fucked."
She stepped inside without waiting. I watched her ass as she walked to the TV. She bent over the box, ass cheeks spreading the fabric, and started checking connections. "Signal's weak. Probably needs a new run from the pole."
I stood behind her, already hard. "How long's that take?"
She glanced back, saw the bulge in my pants, and smirked. "Depends how helpful you are."
Mia dropped to her knees right there on the carpet. She unzipped me, pulled my cock out, and wrapped her lips around it without another word. She sucked hard, tongue swirling the head, then took me deep until her nose hit my stomach. Spit ran down her chin onto the floor. I grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth, hips snapping, balls slapping her jaw. She gagged once but didn't stop, eyes watering, throat working.
When she pulled off, strings of saliva connected her mouth to my dick. "Get on the couch," she said. She stood, unbuckled her belt, shoved her pants and panties down in one motion. Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips already glistening. She climbed on top of me, grabbed my cock, and sank down in one smooth thrust. Tight, wet heat swallowed every inch.
She rode hard, bouncing, tits bouncing under the shirt. I ripped the buttons open, yanked her bra down, and sucked her nipples while she ground her clit against me. "Fuck, that's good," she muttered. "Deeper." I thrust up to meet her, hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks so I could watch my cock disappear into her cunt.
We switched. I bent her over the arm of the couch, kicked her legs apart, and slammed back in. The wet slap of skin filled the room. I reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles while I pounded her. She came first, pussy clenching, juices running down my balls. I kept fucking through it until she was shaking.
Mia pulled off, turned around, and dropped to her knees again. She sucked her own taste off my cock, then stood and bent over the coffee table. "Ass," she said simply. I spit on her hole, worked two fingers in, then lined up and pushed my cock into her tight ass. She grunted, pushed back, taking it all. I fucked her ass slow at first, then faster, balls-deep strokes while she fingered her pussy.
We moved to the floor. She got on all fours. I fucked her pussy from behind, then switched back to her ass, alternating holes until she came again, screaming into the carpet. I pulled out and shot thick ropes across her lower back and ass cheeks, marking her.
She stayed there a minute, breathing hard, cum sliding down her skin. Then she stood, wiped herself with her shirt, and pulled her pants back up. "Signal should be good now," she said. "Call if it drops again."
She left without looking back. My cock was still half-hard, the room smelling like sex and sweat. I knew I'd be calling for another "install" by the weekend.
