I stood in the doorway, my eyes immediately drawn to the tall, muscular figure perched atop a ladder in my bedroom. The paperhanger, whose name I didn’t even know, was putting the final touches on the new wallpaper, his broad shoulders and strong arms moving gracefully as he smoothed out the last few wrinkles. But it wasn’t his face or his physique that caught and held my attention; it was the prominent bulge in his tight work pants.

I had noticed it earlier when he first arrived, but now, with him standing just a few feet away, the outline of his impressive package was at eye level, and it was impossible to ignore. He must have caught me staring because he smiled, revealing a set of perfect white teeth. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, but I couldn’t look away.

“Almost done for the day, ma’am,” he said, his voice deep and smooth like warm honey. “Just need to finish up this last bit.”

I nodded, unable to speak for a moment, my mind fixated on the bulge that seemed to strain against the fabric. He was well-endowed, that much was clear, and a part of me wondered if he was aware of the effect he was having on me. I was Ava, a 54-year-old psychologist, used to hearing my patients’ intimate problems, but this… this was something else entirely.

As if sensing my thoughts, he climbed down from the ladder, his movements cat-like and graceful. He stood before me, his height and presence filling the small space between us. Up close, I could see the defined muscles of his chest through his thin t-shirt, and his pants hung low on his hips, showcasing his powerful physique.

“Anything else I can help you with today?” he asked, his eyes holding a playful glint.

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. “Well, I… um…” I trailed off, my gaze dropping to his crotch once more. I couldn’t help myself; it was like a magnet drawing my eyes downward.

“Something catch your eye?” he whispered, leaning closer. His warm breath caressed my cheek, sending shivers down my spine.

“Your… um… your package,” I blurted out, feeling bold and embarrassed all at once. “It’s… impressive.”

He chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that sent a thrill through my body. “Why, thank you, ma’am. It’s not often I get compliments on my… equipment.”

I felt a surge of confidence, my inhibitions melting away. After all, I was a mature woman, secure in my desires. “I couldn’t help but notice,” I said, my voice steady now. “It’s… quite the sight.”

He took a step forward, invading my personal space, but I didn’t back away. Instead, I found myself reaching out, my fingers brushing against the bulge that had captivated me. He sucked in a sharp breath as my hand made contact, and I could feel the heat radiating from his groin.

“You’re not shy, are you?” he murmured, his eyes darkening with desire.

“Not when it comes to something I want,” I replied, my voice husky with need.

With that, I dropped to my knees, my fingers working quickly to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. He wore no underwear, and his thick, erect cock sprang free, bobbing slightly with its own weight. It was easily ten inches long, and the head was already glistening with pre-cum. My mouth watered at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re bold,” he groaned, his hands threading through my shoulder-length brown hair.

I looked up at him, my hazel eyes meeting his intense gaze through my glasses. “I want to taste you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Without waiting for a response, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth, my lips wrapping around the hot, pulsing flesh. He was thick and filled my mouth instantly, but I was determined to take as much of him as I could. I sucked and licked, my tongue swirling around the head, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he hissed, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more.

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations causing him to tremble. My hands gripped his thighs, feeling the hard muscles beneath his skin. I sucked harder, sliding my mouth up and down his shaft, my lips leaving a trail of wetness. His hands tightened in my hair, guiding my movements, but I was in control, setting the pace.

“You’re incredible,” he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. “Suck me like you mean it.”

I needed no further encouragement. I deep-throated him, taking him all the way down until my nose was buried in the patch of dark hair at the base of his shaft. I held him there, my throat muscles flexing around his girth, and then pulled back, my lips sliding up his length.

“That’s it, you filthy slut,” he growled. “Take my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

His words only fueled my desire. I sucked and slurped, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum, making lewd, wet sounds. I looked up at him, my eyes pleading, and he responded by thrusting his hips forward, fucking my mouth with abandon. I gagged slightly, but I loved the feeling of being used, of being at his mercy.

“That’s right, take it all,” he grunted, his hands now gripping my head, holding me in place as he pounded my mouth.

I moaned and whimpered, my body trembling with the effort of taking his massive cock. I could feel his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust, and I knew he was close. I wanted him to cum, to fill my mouth with his hot seed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he warned, his voice hoarse.

I redoubled my efforts, sucking and stroking with my hand, my other hand cupping and massaging his heavy balls. He let out a primal roar as he exploded, his cum shooting down my throat, hitting the back of my mouth with force. I swallowed eagerly, milking his cock with my mouth and hand, not wanting to waste a single drop.

He pulled out, his cock glistening and slick with my saliva and his cum. I looked up at him, my lips and chin glistening with his release, and smiled.

“That was… incredible,” I said, my voice breathless.

He laughed, a deep, satisfied sound. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. You’re one hell of a woman, Ava.”

I stood, my knees slightly weak, and straightened my clothes. “I’m glad I could help,” I said, my tone playful. “But I think I might need a little more ‘help’ myself.”

His eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh, I think I can arrange that,” he said, his voice full of promise.

And with that, he took my hand and led me to the bed, where we continued our passionate encounter, exploring each other’s bodies with eager hands and hungry mouths. I had never felt so alive, so desired, and I knew that this was just the beginning of a wild and unforgettable adventure.