Guilty Pleasure

003

Two days after the intense p***y licking and sucking that had happened at the restaurant, Elijah had traveled to another state for some business strategies and marketing, leaving only his woman at home.

Adrianna was bored at home and she barely had friends, except for Savannah, her high school and college friend, who happened to be living in the next house. Although Adrianna had called her friend to check up on her and see if they could go out together and spend the day, Savannah was out with her children, unfortunately.

Adrianna decided she was going to spend most of her time in the kitchen, baking, cooking, and frying, and then she would invite the other neighbor opposite her house with their kids over to her place. When she was done baking the cookies and was about to wash the baking tools and clean the oven, she noticed there was a fault with the kitchen sink and a loose knot in one of the cupboards.

Picking up the home phone, she scrolled through the contacts and dialed the plumber’s number.

"Uh—hi.” She said immediately. The guy picked up.

"Yes? What can I do for you?" Asked the voice on the other line.

"Am I speaking to the—” She trailed off, not knowing what to call him. “Well, am I speaking to the plumber?."

"Yes. You are." He replied.

"Okay. There's a problem with my sink and I'll need it to be fixed. Can you come over today?" She asked.

"Yes miss." He replied politely.

"Good. I'll be expecting you in the next twenty minutes." She said, and was about to end the call when she heard his voice.

"Your address, miss."

"I'll text you.” She replied and ended the call.

"Let me go clean up before he comes, I can't be smelling of flour and eggs, ugh!" She groaned and went up to her room, and picked out a short skirt that almost showed her the bottom of her butt cheeks and an off the shoulder cropped top that showed a lot of cleavage.

She had gotten dressed and went downstairs to open the door for the plumber.

"Hi, come on in." She invited him in, smiling sheepishly. She stylishly checked him out. He was hot though. And she was sure he was big down there.

"Hi, I'm Mustapha, but you can call me Musty.” He told her, entering the house as she closed the door behind him, following her to the kitchen, he set down the box that contains tools on the kitchen counter.

"So where's the problem?" He asked her.

"Here." She pointed to the sink and she continued. "I don't know what is wrong with the sink, the water is slow to go and the tap is stiff."

Mustapha took a quick look at the sink and turned it off and on.

"Okay, let me get to work then."

He didn't waste time fixing the problem and telling her that whenever the sink is slow to drain, she should use a drainer to drain the water. She paid him and he was set to go, but she blocked his way, looking at him lustfully.

"Why don't you chill for some while? You know I made some cookies and there is some juice and wine, anyone you want cause I'm dead bored in this big house." She chuckled sexily.

She was standing an inch closer to him, he could see her boobs and already hard n*****s. He thought to himself that whatever she was up to, he was down for it. Shrugging his shoulders, he gave her the perfect answer she was expecting to hear from him.

"Okay, no problem, I'd love some cookies with a bottle of Andre, if you have that.” He winked at her.

"Yay!" She squealed at him, she hoped he would allow him to f**k her. After all, he's cute and big and oh— he's hot, she thought.

She hurriedly arranged what he had asked for on a tray, and went to set it on the marble center table in the living room, turning her back to him and bending well enough to reveal her ass to him.

"Yo, that is nice, I could eat this ass though.” He thought, his member already throbbing.

She took a seat beside him. “So tell me, Mustapha, where are you from?" She started, taking a bite of the cookie.

"I'm half American and half Syrian, my mom is Syrian and my dad, well you know already.” He chuckled slightly.

"Wow, Syria." She repeated, "How did you come about the name Musty?"

He took a sip of the wine he was drinking. At this point, her skirt had gone up to her waist and so he could see the color of her panties and her sides. He was beginning to feel hot.

"My ex-girlfriend gave me that name. Whenever she wanted to call me sexily, she would go about calling me Musty, and I have a few friends that call me that though, but it sounds sexier when she says it."

Her skirt had opened, revealing her shaved p***y.

Seeing her p***y made his body hot, his face was already turning a shade of red and she was feeling giddy that he was noticing her, as that was obvious from his body language, so she didn't bother to drag her skirt down.

"What happened between the both of you?" she probed further.

"Well, she found someone else, and I heard she is engaged to him.”

"Oh I'm sorry about that." She said, batting her lashes, then he smiled.

"No, it's fine." By that time, the cookies were already finished.

She moved closer to him and whispered into his ear.

"Your name will sound sexier when I say it."

He could feel her hot breath and then she licked his ear slowly.

This is a game and a very dangerous one that she is playing, Mustapha thought. But whatever Adrianna wants, he would give it to her and damn him if he rejects that ass.

Mustapha turned his face towards her and caught her off guard with his question.

"Are you sure you want me to f**k you?"

She nodded and he grabbed her neck. In a swift movement, he dragged her top-down, freeing her boobs. Then he slapped her left breast and he sucked on the n****e.

"Let's get to work then, shall we?" He asked her lustfully, undoing his pants as he moved his attention to her right n****e at the same time.

Adrianna giggled like a high schooler who just got lucky to have s*x with the hottest guy who happens to be head of the basketball team.

"Yes baby, f**k ME WITHOUT MERCY!" She screamed, moaning shamelessly when he slipped two fingers into her wet folds.

At that time, she had already forgotten that she had a fiance.