"Special Delivery" with Frankie Sandford
Special Delivery
With Francesca "Frankie" Sandford
Written by TPG
CODES: MF, blowjob, affair, cream-pie
DISCLAIMER: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only
A/N: Figured it was time to introduce her to the boards - my girl of the month for February 2017 - Frankie Sandford.
We were there for a simple enough task, just your standard flat-pack-assembly job that would take up an hour or so to complete, so the last thing I expected was to "hook up" with someone new in the process, but that's precisely what happened.
I knew almost nothing about the client, singer Frankie Sandford, who despite having two kids in recent years still looked as gorgeous as ever. In fact the chemistry between us was undeniable as she watched the guys and I build her custom made cabinet right there on her living room floor.
Strangely enough I almost felt sorry for her, as she literally seemed run off her feet and was constantly being disrupted by her boisterous sons, who by all accounts were gorgeous little terrors.
Nevertheless, despite her motherly duties Frankie still managed to find time to openly flirt with us, and seemed to take particular interest in me since I was the youngest in the bunch (at nineteen) and the only unmarried one there.
"So what's single life like these days," she teased. "Are you enjoying it, or are you looking to settle down with someone special?"
"Not me, I'm having too much fun." I grinned. "I don't think I'll ever get married."
"Ugh, you sound exactly like Mollie," Frankie rolled her eyes. "Hang on a minute.. that's not a bad idea."
"uh-oh," the guys groaned, knowing that I was about to get set up (yet again).
At that point it was becoming a running gag, as I'd often get fixed up by every MILF we crossed paths with.
"Would you be interested in participating in a little social experiment," she smiled. "..a blind date?"
"Of course he would!" my two colleagues answered jealously.
"Do you know anything about Mollie King?" Francesca asked. "She's really cute, I think you guys would get along."
"Yeah, she's fit as fuck!" James added, before apologizing for the rude comment.
"No, don't apologize on my account." Sandford giggled. "I agree. She's totally fit, and would utterly WRECK you!"
While the guys laughed at my expense, I couldn't help but notice the cheeky glint in Frankie's eyes which told me her comment about being fucked senseless wasn't made on Mollie's behalf, but by the singer herself. Suffice to say I was pretty much hooked after that, and spent the next hour or so flirting back with her.
"So where's the man of the house today?" I asked bluntly, causing my co-workers to look at me sideways.
Fortunately for us Frankie didn't seem to take offense to this inappropriate comment and explained how her husband frequently traveled across the country to do various appearances and such.
"Usually its just me and the kids, curled up on the sofa watching TV until they pass out." she claimed.
"And you don't get bored or lonely?"
"Sometimes I do, but then I just call my girlfriends and we mess around on the phone."
"Mess around?" I repeated, before we were interrupted by one of the boys working on the cabinet.
Over the next few minutes Frankie watched as we worked on various stages of the project, while I couldn't help but notice the way she kept checking me out when the others weren't looking.
In fact at one point I caught her staring at me in a suggestive way, and I smiled right back, positive that we were both having some very unfriendly thoughts about each other. That being said, I decided to make my move and asked if I could use the bathroom, to which she offered to escort me upstairs.
"Absolutely. Follow me," she beamed. "I usually don't let strangers use the bathroom upstairs.. but I trust you."
Once upstairs the tension between us was palpable. It almost seemed like we were both waiting for the other to make the first move, but we just didn't have the courage to do it.
"You've got a really nice place here," I told her.
"Thanks. I can give you the tour if you're interested," she offered, before showing me around.
I found it funny how accommodating she seemed, showing me (a complete stranger) around her beautiful home, trying her best to impress me while at the same time hoping to flirt and spend as much alone time together before I'd have to go back downstairs.
"And in here, is the main bedroom." she pointed out.
"Ah-yes, the most important room of the house."
"Yeah, where I do some of my best work." she winked while showing me the large bed.
"Yeah I bet," I grinned. "I suppose with your husband away so much, it probably doesn't get as much action as it used to."
Frankie grinned.
"You'd be surprised." she confessed. "I still find time to get in a good workout now and then."
We both knew what she was insinuating (daily masturbation) but a part of me wondered if she was talking about something else. Was she sleeping around behind her husbands back? She clarified this a minute later.
"..I mean with the kids taking up so much of my time, I don't get out much, so I have to amuse myself."
I took this opportunity to reach out and pull her closer to me.
"I'd pay good money to see that.. watch you get off in bed."
"I bet you would," she smiled seductively, as we now stood so close to each other I could feel her breath on my face.
We were literally just moments away from sharing a kiss when we both jumped with fright at the sound of her kids, who had decided to join us upstairs. Amusingly enough Frankie and I immediately separated before she flew into mom mode and tried to scream them back downstairs.
I now stood behind her and reached out to gently place my hand on her ass, as she berated her kids. To my delight the singer simply reached back to take my hand in hers while she made them promise not to come upstairs and disturb us.
"I'm serious Carter, don't let your brother come up here while mommy is upstairs. Do you hear me?"
A moment later, when Frankie turned to say something I simply acted on impulse and kissed her hard on the lips, taking her breath away. She hesitated briefly, before kissing me back with full force. We kissed each other frantically over the next few minutes, before she finally pulled me back into the bedroom.
"You're going to regret that," she said, referring to the kiss.
"I don't think so," I grinned back, making her blush. "I've wanted to do that from the moment I got here."
"You know, I'm old enough to be your mother."
"Are you kidding me, you're fucking gorgeous." I assured her. "You're one of he hottest mums I've ever seen."
To prove my point I kissed her again, this time reaching up to place my hand around her neck to show her that I was serious. I was seriously taken by her. She responded by shoving her long tongue into my mouth and reached down to pull me against her.
"We have to be quick," Francesca whispered as we kissed some more, while listening to her kids screaming downstairs.
Even though I knew it was wrong, and that messing around with a customer much less a married woman with kids would get me fired, I just couldn't stop - not that she put up much of a fight either.
In fact I dare say Frankie not only enjoyed the attention I lavished on her but she almost encouraged it, taking quick little glances out the door before sharing another hot tongue-kiss with me. I just about thought all my Christmases had come at once, when she then did something that changed my opinion of her, and dropped to her knees.
"Holy shit," I gasped as she pulled down my pants, eager to see what I was packing.
I don't mind admitting that I was so hard at that point that when my cock "popped" out it almost smacked her in the face! All ryhme and reason now flew right out the window as she wrapped her hand around my menacing tool and stroked me in her fist.
It was like watching a car wreck. Everything moved in slow motion, as Francesca leaned forward and her cute tongue speared out and licked my tip. Her lips followed and then I was in her warm, wet mouth.
The sucking sounds of her mouth almost made me blush as she took her time and seemed to get off on the act of fellatio. She moved almost painfully slowly, like she wanted to savor every moment of having me between her soft lips.
Frankie would take a little, then pull back, then go deeper while her tongue worked the underside of my shaft. The Saturdays singer knew every trick in the book. I was shaking. I was dizzy. I held onto the wall to keep from falling over.
"Jesus, Frankie.." I groaned. "You're really good at that."
"Lucky for you I love sucking cock."
The mother of two sucked me deeper and deeper. Her mouth was heavenly. It might have been a bad situation, messing around with everyone in the house, but at that precise moment in time I was convinced she was giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life.
In fact I even dropped a hand to the back of her head, applying gentle pressure as she swallowed my sword over and over and moaned at the sheer dirtiness of the encounter. When she tipped my cock skyward and buried her face into my sac, I just about thought I was going to pass out.
Francesca's eyes were pleading, but I didn't know for what. Did she want us to stop? Was she feeling guilty? Whatever the case my be, she kept sucking me like a woman possessed, twisting her wrist and worked her head from side to side like a god-damn professional.
"Grr, yeah. Gimme that mouth," I hissed as I turned her face to the side and proceeded to fuck the side of her cheek, watching the way my cock now bulged out the side.
"You look so sexy with a hard cock in your mouth Frankie," I told her, which really seemed to turn her on.
When I pulled out and tapped the head of my cock against her extended tongue, she moaned audibly and engulfed me whole, trying her best to deep-throat as much of my length as humanly possible.
I barely had time to comprehend what we were doing before she pushed me back onto the bed and swiftly swung a leg over me, straddled me. In a matter of seconds I felt her reach down and guide me to her honey pot, and I suddenly found myself inside her.
She almost seemed to sink down on me in one shot, my cock stretching and filling her completely. She cried out and kissed me for my troubles, as I felt her cunt pulsing around me while we kissed.
It was so intense and intimate, so perfect, I could have laid there all afternoon. I felt her working her cunt-muscles as she gradually grew accustom to my size, and was concerned she was going to make me come right there, so I grabbed her hips and started moving her on me, feeding her my slick cock.
We moved in unison together—slowly, sensually. We couldn't stop kissing.
"Ugh, we have to hurry." she panted, pressing her forehead to mind. "..before the others come up here."
"This is so wrong," I blurted out without thinking.
"God, don't say that right now.. just fuck me, please." she cooed. "I know you want to."
She must have felt my cock surging inside her. She knew it was turning me on having her on top of me like that.
"Francesca, you ass is just.." I gasped out loud as I grabbed her ass with both hands.
"Just let me get off first, yea. I need this." she said, closing her eyes for a moment like she was overwhelmed. "..I need this bad."
We were both really moving now, Frankie sliding up and down on my pole but still leaning down so we could make out.
My intention had been to let her ride my cock and get off as quickly as possible, but she was so god damn hot that I almost reacted unconsciously, and flipped her onto her back and grabbed pinned her down by the throat on her bed.
"Ah, yeah.." she growled encouragingly, apparently riled up by the rough foreplay.
Without missing a beat I began hammering her right there on her own marital bed. In my mind I figured if I was going to fuck a married woman, I was going to make the most of it and give her a right roger'ring.
"Yes! Ugh, shit.. yes! Fuck me!" she chanted under her breath, desperately trying to keep her voice down.
Just hearing this desperate tone from her almost made me cum right then and there.
"When was the last time you had a hard teenage cock inside you like this?" I teased.
I felt her respond almost immediately as her cunt locked around me. She was having a massive, body-shaking orgasm. Her nails clawed into my back. Her entire body wrapped around me - lost in her own fantasy world.
It was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced, and suddenly I was there too. I desperately tried to pull out, pull away from her, but Francesca kept her legs locked around me. I was trapped in her embrace. She was going to make me come inside her.
"Hurry up and come!" she panted erotically. "Give it to me.. I want it all!"
It seemed I didn't really have a choice in the matter. I moaned sharply, and out-of-control, and slammed my cock as hard and fast inside her MILF cunt as possible, burying my wick as deep as I could as I finally unloaded inside her, flooding her walls.
To her credit the onetime dancer worked her muscles around me and made sure she got every last drop, before I rolled off of her and braced myself for the wave of shame that was sure to follow. But it didn't come. Instead I just had a profound sense of euphoria.
Francesca started giggling beside me which almost appeared to be a form of stress relief. Like a dam breaking I felt it too, and we were both laughing uncontrollably as I rushed to get up and fix my appearance.
"Err, that was insane."
"I've never done anything like that before." she claimed.
"You and me both," I admitted. "It was fun. Spontaneous and fun. You still wanna set me up with your friend?"
"I just might, if you play your cards right."
I was actually surprised to see she was still serious about wanting to set me up with Mollie.
"The boys will be going to sleep early tonight," she added. "You're more than welcome to come by later and keep company."
"I think I'd like that," I grinned smugly. "Besides, feels kinda of a shame I didn't get to take you from behind."
"Get you ass here later tonight, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me."
"Deal."
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