Odell Beckham Jr. Imagines

Odell the Repair Man

'Hello, ma'am. I was just about to leave. I was scheduled to start at 1.30,' he said.

I mumbled an apology and headed inside, with the repair man following me. He was there to fix the water system, I guess. I left him to get on with his work and headed to the bathroom for a quick bath, then to bed. I dipped myself into the tub to try and drown my sexual frustration and completely forgot about him.

The water was soothing and I was feeling sleepy. It's dangerous to sleep in a bathtub because you can easily drown, so I told myself I will just soak myself a little. I guess I must have fallen asleep because I was woken up by a tap on the shoulder. I was startled because in my mind I thought I was alone.

In shock I quickly stood up and stood dripping wet, face to face with the repair man.

'Ma'am you were sleeping in the bathtub and I have pipes to fix in here,' he said politely.

We were standing close to one another and I was stark naked. He slowly lowered his head and gazed from my breasts all the way to my feet.

A slight smile broke on his face as he turned around to hand me the towel. The smell of his sweat was arousing and my sexual desires were still at their peak. He handed me the towel but instead of wrapping it around my body I dropped it on the floor as I stepped out of the bathtub.

He pulled me closer and planted hot kisses on my lips. His lips were soft and as he sucked my lower lip I was busy removing his sweaty shirt to expose a massive chest, full of hair.

'Wow,' I mumbled, as I ran my hand across his chest. This was so arousing. I had never had sex with a man who had so much tattoos on his chest. He lowered his strong arms down to my ass and grabbed and squeezed my cheeks a little.

I went down on my knees and opened his jeans. My heart was pounding and my nipples were painfully erect. I pulled out a thick cock - as muscular as his arms.

This cock would rip me open. His hands were caressing my hair and he gently pushed his cock into my mouth. It was huge. I could hear him moan as I moved his dick inside my mouth. In my mind all I could think about were the ways I would fuck this guy. I didn't want him to cum just yet, so I took his hand and led him to the bedroom where I would fuck his brains out.

When we entered the bedroom he picked me up and tossed me on the bed with my legs wide open, his arms went to my boobs and he twisted and fondled them gently. I am not a screamer but when his lips touched my cunt lips I screamed with ecstasy.

This guy was a professional. His beard was rubbing my clit and all my pussy could do was pulsate and drip into his mouth uncontrollably. He shoved his tongue inside me and I knew couldn't take it anymore. I dug my nails on the back of his neck pushing him deep and splashing his face with so much cum he almost choked.

My body shook and the whole bed vibrated but he didn't stop to give me time to catch a breath - he moved to my tits sucking them and biting my nipples gently.

I was on fire and as he sucked my boob I slid my hand to get hold of his dick. I directed it to my swollen cunt. My pussy was tight and I felt a little pain as he drove his massive tool home. He ventured deep as I moaned and screamed and spread my legs even further. He took my already weak legs and placed them on his shoulder. I swear no man had ever gotten so deep.

He continued fucking me as I screamed

'Give it to me, fuck me harder, don't stop just fuck me ... fuck that pussy ... f...u...ck'.

He flipped me on to my side and entered from the rear. One hand was stroking my clit, I had never seen a man with so much stamina and I even didn't know his name. We were soaking wet as he brought me to my knees.

He entered me from behind and the sight of my breasts slapping my face and his balls hitting my pussy lips was more than we could take because in a few minutes I felt my body stiffen as well as his, as he shot loads of cum inside me.

It felt so warm as it filled me. I screamed and he moaned as we dropped on the bed, wasted.

'Ma'am, that was wild sex. You really needed it,' he said.

I smiled and nodded.

'I'm sorry I have to go, but here is my card in case you need those pipes fixed again,' he said with a corny look on his face.

I watched him dress and I wanted him again. I had become such a bad girl, a cheating wife.

That evening I called to check on my husband only to have him tell me he wouldn't be home until the following morning. I picked up the card and made a call.

'Hello, I think my pipes need repairing, they are dripping wet,' I said.

'I'll be right there cheating wife,' came the reply.