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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
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Date: Tue, 10 Jul 2001 14:10:04 -0400
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                           Puss 'N Boots
                          By: Phil Phantom
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I planned and plotted the seduction of Jenny McDonald from the
first day we began remodeling her kitchen and bath. She worked
alongside my partner and I as an unpaid helper to reduce the
cost, a sort of a do-it-yourself with professional help project.
I had to have her and knock her up. I knew when she used tampons.
I knew when to strike. Poor thing didn't have a clue that she
never stood a chance. The first rule is never let the prey know
they are being stalked.

Jenny, half my age and married only six years, felt completely at
ease with me, a happily married man with six kids and ten grand
kids. Red hardly gave her the time of day. He didn't care for
this bullshit arrangement that dragged a one week job into a two
month pain in the ass with very little profit to show for the
effort. The McDonald job soon became my project. He'd only show
up if I needed another man. He knew I just wanted to add another
notch on my tool belt, and he thought it was sick to want to
knock up another man's wife. He was still sore about me knocking
up his wife - twice. Other than that, we got along great and made
a good business team.

Jenny was by far the finest piece of ass I had yet had in my
sights, and the setup was perfect. I took my time with this one.
No way would this one wiggle free and get away. She had a body
that you'd find in a Penthouse foldout with the personality and
character of a kindergarten teacher. She wore her long brown hair
in a pony tail for working and never bothered with makeup. I met
with her once to go over a change of plans. She was on her way
out to a semi-formal dinner. Good god almighty, what a gorgeous
woman. Breath-taking. Absolutely fucking stunning.

Jenny was a college girl who married well and could afford to
piddle around her spacious home making it even more spacious. She
exercised often and was proud of the muscle she could make. She
could hold up her end of a three quarter inch sheet of particle
board, and knew how to lift using her back and legs. She liked
holding up her end and receiving praise for doing something very
well. Learning something new thrilled her. Being praised for
something other than her big tits, fine ass, or great legs
thrilled her. She knew she was drop-dead gorgeous and built. She
didn't need to keep hearing about it.

After working with her for over a month, she felt comfortable
enough to wear shorts and a T-shirt with no bra. Since the area
we worked in was sealed off from the home's air conditioning,
restrictive clothing became very uncomfortable, and bits of
concrete and plaster getting inside a bra can be like a rock in a
shoe. I never showed the slightest interest, so she gradually
dressed for comfort and practicality right at the time of the
month when she shouldn't. When you plan your work and work your
plan, those things come together.

Part of the plan was to drive Jenny nuts by ignoring her body.
She had rarely worked so closely with a hetero male who didn't
try to steel peeks. She never saw me look up the loose leg of her
shorts, down a top while leaning over, or in through sleeves. A
week before I moved in for the kill, she began dressing to test
me. Each day, her test became harder and harder to ignore.

Three days before D-Day, her work uniform became loose and baggy
shorts, no panties, and a shaved pussy. Her top was her husband's
T-shirt cropped just below her breasts, cut down to the upper
swells, with the sleeves cut off. She wore this absurd outfit
with construction boots and white socks. She was, in effect,
naked. In almost any position except standing head-on facing me,
she showed intimate flesh and I ignore all of it until she went
up a ladder that I held, then leaned out with her right leg
thrust out as a counter weight, giving me a shot straight to her
cunt, one I could not ignore.

In response, I calmly and dispassionately said, "I see you shave
your vagina. I try to get my wife to shave, but she says the
itching drives her mad. Is there some secret you know that she
doesn't?"

She brought her leg back and looked down, seeing a face
unaffected by what it saw, most puzzling. She said, "The trick is
to shave daily. If you let the hair grow, even a little, it'll
itch."

"That's her problem then. She'll shave her legs once a week, but
she wouldn't shave them at all if it weren't for me. No way would
she shave everyday."

She turned about to face out on the ladder which allowed me a
good view up both leg holes, the hem being six inches above my
eye level. I didn't accept the not-so-subtle offer to have a
look. I looked over her smooth legs instead while she said, "It
is a bit of a hassle, but it beats itching, and a lady can't very
well scratch there without drawing attention to herself."

I brought my eyes up, straight up to her face without pausing as
I'm sure she expected, saying, "I suppose. Now that I think of
it, you're legs are always smooth. Do you shave them daily,too?"

"No, I'd say every third day. Legs never itch. The vagina demands
daily attention or it gets angry." Again, I looked her legs over,
then straight back to her face when she said, "Are you a leg man,
Jack?"

"A leg man?"

"Yes, you know, there are leg men, breast men, fanny men. I have
been trying to figure out what you are. Until now, you didn't fit
any category."

"Legs are okay, I guess. You have a nice set. I guess I'm just
one who can't decide; besides, when you're married, you get the
whole package. You need to get back to your spackling. That big
crack needs another going over before it sets."

"Yes Sir! Right away, Sir." After turning and throwing her leg
back out, she said, "Speaking of big cracks, don't look at mine.
Whatever you do, don't spackle it...Oh jeez, I can't believe I
said that. Jack, I am so sorry."

"Relax. This is a construction site. I'm not a preacher, I'm a
contractor with thirty-two years on construction sites. When you
come up with a good one like that, you're supposed to throw in
some gratuitous profanity."

"That was a good one, was it?"

"Yes, very good, but it violated the profanity rule."

"How should I have put that?"

"Well, let's see...You could have said, 'Speaking of big cracks,
don't look at my cunt. Whatever you do, don't spackle the
fucker."

She laughed hard and had to set her spackle board and putty knife
down to grip the top of the ladder, saying, "That sounds like
construction site talk. Would you believe I have never referred
to the vagina as a cunt and the only time I ever say the word
fucker is if I'm driving alone and one cuts me off. My husband
has never heard me say fuck, fucker, fucking, fuck me, fuck this,
fuck that, mother fucker or a few dozen other construction site
words that I know quite well."

"That's because he doesn't work on a site with you."

"You got that strait. That fucker wouldn't get his hands dirty
for fear it might contaminate his cock. A fucking splinter would
kill him, the pussy. Jeez, listen to me. I talk like a drunk
sailor, now."

That lady sure loved to talk filth. From the time she began
flexing her dirty words I was looking up the leg opening, and
that magnificent cunt blossomed with every word. She could see me
staring at her cunt as I said, "Don't worry. You'll work your way
up to full fledged construction worker in time. Just keep
practicing."

Again she laughed and did her turn about on the ladder to look
straight down her front at me. I looked up past the undersides of
her breasts as she said, "God, Jack, you are so easy to talk to
and work with. I feel so comfortable around you. Here I am saying
anything I feel like saying, discussing my vagina...my cunt, and
I may as well be doing it in the nude for all the good these
shorts and this dumb T-shirt do. What is there about you, or is
it the work?"

"Well, I raised five daughters that were the same way. They all
helped out on sites at one time or another. That might have
corrupted them, but I think they just felt at ease and
unthreatened by me. There wasn't a one that wouldn't plop down
naked in my lap, play with her pussy, and tell me about some guy
she wanted to fuck. They'd even ask me how to go about it, as if
I knew."

"That's incredible, but I can see a girl doing that with you. I
feel totally at ease with you, and I'll tell you something. I
have been sorely tempted to come out prepared to go to work
wearing nothing but my boots - puss 'n boots."

"Good one, Jenny, but don't you even think about actually doing
that."

"Oh? Why not? Would I be in any danger?"

"Ask my daughters."

"Jack, you rascal. You didn't...did you? Did you fuck your own
daughters?"

"I ain't tellin', but if I did, they had it coming, wouldn't you
agree?"

"I would say they were asking for it."

"Yes, and you'd be asking for it, too."

"But I'm not asking for it in this get-up?"

"Maybe you are, maybe you're not. I figure you wear what you wear
to work in comfort."

"Don't you think this is over doing it a bit?"

"I try not to think about it. You're a classy lady married to a
great looking man who makes damn good money. You appear to be
very happily married. An old fart like me would have to assume
you are dressing for comfort."

"You are not an old fart, Jack. You are a very attractive man,
strong and virile. True, John is handsome and makes a good
living. That does not mean he's a good fuck, or that he has a
good cock. To be happily married, a woman also needs to be happy
in the bedroom."

"And you're not?"

"I'm not telling. He might be a great fuck endowed with a great
cock. You shouldn't assume anything, Jack. I may be dressing this
way for comfort. I may be asking for it. Maybe it's a little of
both."

"You missed a spot, there in the corner."

"Change the subject. Getting too hot for you, Jack, or did you
just want to get another good long look at my cunt to see if it
got any wetter."

"Now, you're asking for it. Get the spot, Jenny."

She shrugged, turned, gathered a wad of spackle on her knife,
reached out and hit the spot saying, "Get the spot, Jenny.
Spackle that crack, Jenny. Fuck me, Jack."

"I've done you enough favors. Fuck yourself."

That floored her. She stopped hitting the spot and simply braced
herself on the wall, saying in exasperation, "Do me a favor! Fuck
myself? Did you just tell me to fuck myself?"

"Yes."

"No man has ever told me to fuck myself. You must be one hell of
a fuck, mister, or are you using reverse psychology on me?"

"I don't know squat about psychology, but I do know spackling,
and you need to hit that spot and get your head out from between
your legs. What you need is a god damn vibrator or a horny dog."

"WHAT! You fucker! A dog? Me? You think I can't get laid without
resorting to a dog?"

"Not if we're going to keep to the job schedule. You need a handy
fuck. It's time we took a break. Why don't you go masturbate
while I have a smoke."

That got her. She came down the ladder, got face to face with me,
and said, "I'll do that. I'm leaving the bedroom door wide open.
Watch if you want, but you're not getting any."

"You have ten minutes. Don't waste time looking for me. I've seen
it before and I've seen everything you have. I can put the two
together in my mind, but I need to figure a routing plan for the
vent stack." I turned her and smacked her butt, saying while
impelling her forward, "Go on. Get going. I want you back here
ready to work in ten minutes, no more."

She left in a stupor, and I collapsed in a hard sweat. That was
rough, but she wasn't quite perfectly ready. In most situations,
I would have gone for it and followed her to the bedroom. Chances
are we'd have fucked, but that may have been the last and two
more days would be the optimum time should one do it for her. She
was intrigued by a man who didn't chase her or show interest in
fucking her. There was also the possibility that she'd turn when
I turned typical man. She wasn't the cheating type, but she did
get horny and she did get curious. I'm good, but not that good. I
win because I know that good sex is ninety percent mental, and a
good part of that is anticipation and foreplay. We had begun the
foreplay, and we had two more days of it.

She returned late, just as I expected. She wanted me to come get
her. She found me hard at work. With her itch temporarily
scratched, we got into some serious destruction, messy sweaty
stuff that covered us both in caked dust. We looked a sight. We
felt anything but sexual. We plopped down exhausted at quitting
time. She would have to begin cleaning up soon. All I had on was
shorts. We sat shoulder to shoulder, sharing sweaty body heat.
She fanned her face with her top, giving me full top views of
both caked breasts. Only the nipples were clean from rubbing
against the inside of the T-shirt. We were both looking at them
after she stopped fanning and just held the loose top out.

I said, "You'd better get those titties washed off before that
hardens."

"I'd have a permanent bra with the nipples poking out. I've never
seen my titties look like this. I really have nice titties, Jack,
honest I do."

"I've seen them - top, bottom, and from both sides. They're not
bad."

"Not bad my ass. I have great tits, fantastic tits. Men drool
over my tits. Why are you fucking with my head? Why aren't you
fucking my tits, or at least trying?"

"For one, I'm too tired."

"And two?"

"Those tits don't belong to me."

"Your wife's tits don't belong to you either. Don't you ever
cheat on your wife, or do you only screw daughters?"

"I cheat all the time. How about you?"

"I haven't yet. Does your wife know you cheat?"

"Yeah, she knows."

"Then why don't you want to cheat with me. No bullshit, Jack.
What is it?  Am I too young, too beautiful, too intimidating. Are
you afraid you won't be able to get it up, or keep it up, or
satisfy me? Don't tell me I'm not good enough. I want the truth,
Jack."

"I'd love to fuck you, Jenny, but we have a job to do. Mixing
business and pleasure is bad business. After the job, if you
still want to fuck, I'll stop by and fuck you. I'll satisfy you,
too. I have a cock that never fails me or the women I fuck. If
you like your cocks larger than average, you'll love Brutus."

"Show me Brutus. I want to see your cock."

"No, that'll just make things worse."

"I let you see my cunt. I've been showing you my cunt all day.
Would you like to see it all?" She lifted her ass and shucked she
shorts all the way to her ankles, then sat in a frog spread
looking at one crusty, caked, cruddy crack between her legs,
saying, "Shit! I'm sorry I did that. Here, wait a sec." She
grabbed our water jug and poured water over her loins, quickly
washing away all the crud, leaving a gorgeous, sparkling clean,
hairless cunt for us to look at. She was damn proud of this cunt
and beamed, "There, that's what she looks like, bald as a baby's
butt - prime, grade-A, All American pussy. Now, show me your
cock."

"No."

She reached. I blocked. She kept trying, saying, "Damnit, Jack, I
just want to see it!"

"I know you do, but that will make things worse."

"I won't touch it. I just want a look."

"No."

"Let me see your cock and I'll suck on it."

"Every woman that sees it wants to suck it."

"I'll suck till you cum."

"No shit!"

"I've never done that for anyone."

"Me neither."

"Jack, let me see it. Jackoff in my face if you want. Stand up
and piss on me, but let me see Brutus."

I struggled to stand, then stood over her. I reached for my fly
and she said, "Jack, I was just kidding." I moved my hand away
from my fly. "All right. Piss on me, then."

"I was kidding. I'd better be going, Jenny."

"JACK!"

"Jenny, no! After the job, if you're still interested, we'll
discuss it."

"Damn you, Jack! There's nothing to discuss. I never said I'd
fuck you, or that I wanted to fuck you, or that I would ever
cheat. I just want to...I...I don't know what I want. Help me
up."

I helped her up, then pulled her shorts up for her. I gave her a
fatherly hug and said, "Look, I understand more than you think.
I'm not playing games with you. I like you and don't want to
complicate our relationship any more than it already is. You're
fun to be with, a ball to work with, and I'll miss you very much.
Two cheaters always turn away from each other unless they become
lovers. I don't want a lover and I don't think you do either, so
we shouldn't cheat with each other."

"But, I want to."

"You do and you don't."

"I know. I'm mixed up."

"But I'm not."

"This is going to get worse, Jack."

"No it won't."

"Yes it will. I can feel your cock. It is a big one, real big. I
like them big. John has a little one, and he doesn't know how to
use it, and I'm not happy in the bedroom, and I'm asking for it.
Tomorrow, you are working with puss 'n boots."

"If I see puss 'n boots, I'll turn around and go home."

"Can I at least work topless?"

"You may as well. That thing is hardly a top."

"Goody! Rip it off me. I wanna show my jugs."

I ripped it off her, then picked up the water jug and uncrusted
them, making her giggle. I had to see that sight before leaving.
What a set of jugs. Her long nipples looked fantastic, puckered,
tight, arching from the cooling water. Shit, I had to see puss 'n
boots before leaving, so I took her shorts and dragged them to
her feet. She stepped free, giggling, then struck a pose, saying,
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather work with this?" She turned
slowly so I could see front and back with her arms held high. She
came to rest in a wide stance, bringing one hand into her crotch
to play with her pussy while saying, "I'll be horny all day if
you work me like this. I'll do all the ladder work."

I gathered my things so she wouldn't see how hard Brutus was
getting. Fuck, puss 'n boots could be my undoing. I stopped at
the door to say, "Topless, Jenny. We'd never get anything done if
you stayed horny all day. See you tomorrow."

As the door closed behind me I heard her wail, "JACK!
Brutus...come back..."

That was close. I came to her house the following day to find a
note pinned to the front door. All it said was, "I need time to
think and sort. Sorry." Her car was gone, so I left.

That was bad but could be good. I couldn't get through another
day. I figured she'd think and sort and back off, but tomorrow
was D-day. As long as she didn't back off too far, I'd be all
right.

She backed off two weeks, returning to her shorts with panties,
T-shirt and bra uniform. She met me at the door and said, "I'm
sorry I bailed on you yesterday, but I had to get away at the
last minute. You were right, and this was all my fault. I don't
know what came over me. I'm not like that, Jack, honestly. I
never talked that way or acted that way in my life. I can imagine
what you must think."

I brushed past saying, "I thought you got horny. It happens. It
happens to men, women, boys, girls, dogs, cats, rats, bats. It
happens to me sometimes. Forget it."

She was on my heels, saying, "Forget it! How can we forget it?
Don't you remember what happened, what almost happened. You saw
me naked, naked and playing with my...my vagina. You can forget
that?"

I dropped my gear, turned quickly and pinned her to the wall,
holding her by the shoulders as I said, "No, I can not forget the
most erotic image I have ever seen in my entire fucking life.
That image hasn't left my mind for one waking moment, and it was
your cunt you were playing with. This is a construction site, and
you will conduct yourself accordingly - understood?"

She nodded. She looked stunned and frightened, off balance. I
shook my head as though to clear the cob webs, eased off on the
pressure, then slid my hands softly down both arms saying, "I'm
sorry, Jenny. I guess I'm a little on edge. Please, don't ever be
frightened of me. I have never raised a finger against a woman in
my life. A simple no is all it ever takes to stop me cold - not
three or ten, just one. I hope I never see that look in your
beautiful eyes again."

I melted her. She stopped me from going away by using both hands
to capture my face. When she had me back, she said, "You don't
frighten me, Jack. You startled me, yes. I feel totally
responsible for you being on edge today. If you'd like, we can
take another day off, maybe pick up on Monday and make it a four
day weekend."

"No, we need to get this part done as quickly as possible. We
can't leave your house open and unsecured that much longer."

"I appreciate your dedication, but it has been this way for three
weeks and I haven't been raped even once. Four more days can't
hurt, and day four may be the charm."

She was just being cute. Brutus was rock hard and she hadn't felt
a rock hard Brutus, yet. I moved in tight to press Brutus into
her lower abdomen while saying, "If you keep talking like that,
you'll be sealing a rapist in."

I lit her vaginal fire in a hurry. She had that same look, the
puss 'n boots look as she said, "Were you serious about me
remembering that this is a construction site?"

"Yes, very."

"In that case, your fucking great big cock is making my horny
cunt wet and gooey."

"I want your cunt wet and gooey. If I have to work with a mother
fucking hardon all day, you're going to work with a gooey twat."

"Puss 'n boots would keep my twat wet and gooey all day."

"Then get that way and stay that way."

While removing the T-shirt, she said, "All right. Why don't you
work naked in boots, too?"

"I might. If I do, saying no may not work."

While removing her bra, she said, "If you do, I may not try
saying no. I certainly wouldn't expect you to take no for an
answer."

"I doubt I'd care. I have never raped a woman before, but from
what I understand, rapists don't listen to a word they say."

While shucking down her shorts, she said, "If you were to rape
me, I would not report it. I asked for it. By taking my panties
off, I'd practically be begging for it."

"I heard you loud and clear. Now, take your fucking pantiesoff."

While shucking her panties, she said, "If you feel the urge, you
won't need to use force. Just be forceful. I'll go quietly to the
bedroom. All I ask is that you pull out in time or use a condom.
John and I use the rhythm method, and you could not have picked a
worse time to rape me. I'm ovulating, Jack. I get extra horny
right before I ovulate. I am one fertile bitch today."

Again, I backed her into the wall and pressed Brutus in tight,
saying, "Brutus doesn't shower with a raincoat, and I have never
pulled out of a fertile bitch in my life. Ask any one of my
daughters or thirty-three other housewives in the greater tri
city area. Letting Brutus know that there is a fertile cunt in
the house with him is like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Can you feel him throbbing?"

She swallowed hard and said, "Yes."

"Now, do you wish you'd kept your clothes on and your mouth
shut?"

"Well...I'm sure I will tomorrow, and a few months from now,
especially nine months from now. Right now, right this minute,
I'm kinda glad the cat's out of the bag and there is nothing on
my body to get in his way."

Friends, pussy doesn't get any riper than this. If one fuck was
all I was after and one shot would do the job, I had what I came
for. I wanted to keep this pussy in fresh sperm for at least a
week, all through her fertile cycle. To do that, the sex had to
be a toe curler. I wanted her to want it again all day Friday. I
wanted her to meet me on Saturday and Sunday, then pick up again
on Monday. I had to make her want to bear a bastard - mybastard.

Remember what I said about anticipation and extended foreplay. We
were now going for the home stretch. I backed off, leaving her
grinding her cunt on air. I pulled her away from the wall and
sent her into our work area, handing her a sledge hammer. She
just stood there looking dazed and stupid. I said, "Come on.
Let's get to work before we do something stupid."

"But, I want to do something stupid. Brutus wants to do something
stupid. At least let us do something stupid. You won't be held
responsible. This is my problem. Let me worry about it."

"No, come on, Jenny. Work off some of that sexual energy on this
wall."

I finally got her to take a few swings but her heart wasn't in
it. She grabbed me from behind and had Brutus in both hands,
saying, "Jack, please, fuck me! I want Brutus. I want his sperm
in me not on me. I want to get my cheating whore ass knockedup."

I pried her fingers off and turned to face her. I took hold of
her wrists to keep her from attacking Brutus, but she sank to her
knees and attacked him with her mouth, blowing her hot breath
into my skivvies. Foreplay is always harder on the guy than the
girl. I dragged her back up and held her in a bear hug. She
looked drunk. She felt drunk, too. I said, "Damnit, Jenny, think
about John."

"John who?"

"John your husband, the guy you married, the man you swore to be
faithful to. The guy whose children you should bear."

"I tried, but his dick isn't long enough. He has a low sperm
count. I make him wear rubbers when I'm fertile or even near
fertile. We need help. Won't you help us make a baby?"

"Sure, if John asks for my help."

"Forget that. He doesn't think he needs any help."

"Most husbands don't. Maybe if you let him take the rubbers off,
he wouldn't."

"Forget that. He might get me pregnant. That's no fun. I want a
bastard. I want to bear him another man's child. I want a baby
with a big dick. I want to give birth to a mother fucker."

"Jenny, you're acting like a slut."

"I'm not acting. Turn me loose and see what happens."

That gave me a great idea. I bound Jenny with duct take to a
dining room chair, one with arms. I placed her arms behind her
back and taped her legs at the knees to the armrests after
hanging each leg over. I had her butt perched at the edge, her
cunt wide open - rape bait. That's when I took Brutus out and
teased her with it.

When that slut saw Brutus it was love at first sight. Her mouth
was all over that organ, balls too. I dropped down to her pussy
and teased that. I had to tape her across the middle to keep her
ass on the seat. I had to tape her mouth shut to stop her
incessant whining and begging. When she was no more trouble, I
sent Brutus in for a few deep dips that made her eyes go cross.
And then, I went back to work. I thought she'd tear that sturdy
chair into toothpicks.

I took breaks to relieve her suffering, but that only made things
worse when I'd return to work. By noon, she was a basket case. By
one, I had to set her free, carry her to the bedroom, and put her
in the family way.

No woman ever made love to me the way Jenny did. I had a
screaming wildcat. She fucked my brains out and I swear her
orgasm was one long continuous mother fucker with a few valleys
in it. I came, then stayed inside while she worked up another
hardon, then came again. We fucked non-stop until three. She had
four loads in her and she was a pussycat - a pooped pussycat,
purring.

That's the way you want to leave them, glassy-eyed and purring.
She was raring to go on Friday. She met me three times on
Saturday, twice on Sunday, and we were hard at it again on
Monday. We worked, but we took fuck breaks. We were making a
baby. We made a baby, a seven pound four ounce baby boy with a
big dick. I came to see her in the hospital, and she wanted to
fuck. Every time I see her, she wants to fuck.

That's how it is with Red's wife, too. He wishes I'd get my mind
on business and stop fucking around. Hey, my business is fucking
around. Remodeling is my hobby. Ain't life grand.

                                                The End

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