A pool boy with extra perks of benefits – 03

“There, that should hold you for a while. Let me know when you need my help again.” She got up and started clearing the lunch mess, my cum clinging to her skin.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her I could already use her help. I put my shorts back on, hiding the fact that I was still pretty hard.

I got the pressure washer out and cleaned the area around the lip of the pool, then worked on the tile rim. I spent a good bit of the time watching her reading a book while she got some more sun. Naked looked good on Railey.

The ping of her phone getting text messages, and her constant responses had me wondering who she was communicating with, and if I was part of that conversation. “Poolboy, could you come over here for a second?”

I walked over and was surprised to see her hold up her phone, back pointed toward me. “That was all, thanks. And let me know if you need my help with anything.”

I was putting away the pressure washer when she came over to help me. “Looks like you could use some attention,” she told me, with a meaningful glance below my waist.

“Lotion first?”

“Sure, but make it quick. No fooling around, Ok? And take your shorts off first.”

“Got it.” It only took me a couple of minutes to get her nice and slippery again. I still spent more time on her butt and tits than was absolutely necessary, but she didn’t give me too hard a time over it.

This time she had me sit on a chair, and pulled one of the cushions off so she could kneel on it, at my feet. I had only been semi-hard, but the act of rubbing her all over, and her sexy positioning had its expected effect.

“Sorry about that last one, you were driving me crazy,” she explained, taking my cock in her hand and stroking me slowly.

“I wasn’t complaining.”

“No. I guess not. Still, I thought we could be a little more playful this time. Not be in such a rush.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“There’s something I was thinking about. I thought maybe you’d like it.”

“I imagine you’re right, whatever it is.”

“Good.” She reached out for the tanning lotion and squirted a lot at the top of her cleavage. She rubbed it around, then leaned forward, wrapping her tits around my cock. She pushed them together and moved them up and down, sometimes together, sometimes separately. “What do you think?”

I groaned, holding her shoulders and thrusting between her soft mounds. “I think you are amazing,” I groaned.

“You like it?” she whispered shyly.

“Incredible.”

She watched me, smiling sweetly, while her pillowy breasts pleasured me. I had never done anything like it before, but I swore by all that was Holy, I’d be doing it again.

“Is it exciting? Can you come for me like this?”

“Definitely.”

“Do you want to hold them? Fuck my tits with your big fat cock? Tell me what you want.”

I couldn’t even get any words out. I grabbed her soft tits, squeezing them together, and thrusting up between them. I spread my legs as wide as possible, allowing her to get closer. She giggled when she applied a new layer of lotion to her smooth channel. It was different, oily and slippery as hell.

“That stuff is good,” I gasped.

“Fuck my tits, Sam. Use me,” she whispered huskily.

It only took me a minute or so longer to reach the point of no return. “Where?” I gasped.

“Right there. Come for me Sam. Come on my tits.”

With a groan, I acceded to her command.

She giggled, and rubbed my cock all over the mess I’d made of her, spreading my cum around her skin. “I like to feel it on me, feel it harden under the sun, tightening, clinging to my skin.” She blushed. “When you told me you came 5 times thinking about me, all I could imagine was laying out in the sun, while you covered me with your spunk over and over again, my skin tingling wherever you coated me.”

I laughed. “That’s a fantasy I think I wouldn’t mind working on. I could save up for a few days, and see how many times I could come for you, back to back to back, marking you as mine.”

Her hands moved up to her chest, fingers rubbing at my sticky cum. “You do that for me, and I promise I’ll find something equally as wild to do for you.”

After our break I went around the inside of the pool removing each of the water outlets, which took some doing, and reseating each one after cleaning them. I aimed them upward just enough so that the water would break the surface. I inspected the entire surface, brushing away any last remnants of embedded algae, and working on the calcium deposits where the tile met the gunite. I took my brush to the outside of each of the pool lights, then decided to test them.

Dead. Both of them.

“Whatcha doing?”

I looked around and Railey was watching me. “Your pool lights are out.”

“Oh. Yeah, they haven’t worked in a while.”

“Anything else not working I should know about?” I may have said it a little more abruptly than I intended.

“Not really. I mean, nothing I can think of.”

“It would help if you told me about everything. It would save a few trips to the store.”

She pouted. “You’re not mad at me are you?”

“Not mad. But you do need to start paying some attention to the pool if you want to enjoy it.”

“I know. I’m sorry, but at least I’ll have you to help me all summer, won’t I?”

“Of course. But if I find out anything else is wrong, I may put you over my knee and give you a reminder.”

She giggled. “Would you like to do that? Paddle my bottom? I deserve it.”

“Maybe I should.”

“As long as you promise to kiss it better after,” she said softly.

With her bent over my lap, both of us naked, it only took me about a dozen smacks to have her buns nice and pink. I held her firmly in my lap, and administered a couple more for good measure.

“Ow, please Sam, that’s enough, it stings,” she whined.

“It’s supposed to, naughty girl. How else will you remember to do what you’re supposed to. Bad girls need guidance.”

She was squirming and fighting me, but I could hear the excitement in her voice. Each new smack earned a small gasp, as she turned and twisted to escape the worst of each new blow. “Please! I’ll be good, I promise. Let me be good for you.”

I slid my hand between her legs and patted her pussy, short firm little slaps that turned out to be surprisingly wet. “I’m sorry!” she cried, squirming deliciously. I slid my fingers into her soaked pussy, making her cry out. She opened her legs, and I hammered at her pussy, two fingers pounding away inside of her.

“Please, Sam. Not like this. Don’t make me come like this, it’s embarrassing,” she moaned.

I reached my opposite hand across her body, and started pushing my finger tip against her little brown rose bud. “No, Sam, that’s dirty, stop, please.”

“Who was the naughty little girl?” I asked, my fingertip slowly working inside of her.

“I was.”

“And what happens to naughty little girls?”

“They’re punished.”

“That’s right. They’re spanked, and man-handled, and they come when they’re told.”

She couldn’t hold still, and moaned sweetly when my finger slid into her butt to the second knuckle. With my other hand, I added a third finger and pumped her pussy hard.

“You’re very wet, aren’t you? What kind of a nasty girl gets this wet from playing with her bottom? You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

She moaned. “Yes. I’m a dirty, nasty, filthy girl.”

“What do I need to do to make my dirty girl come for me?”

“Just don’t stop,” she whimpered, writhing under my touch.

I pushed my finger deeper into her ass, pumping it in and out, while my other hand was pushing, pumping, twisting inside of her pussy. I felt the trembling start, then uncontrollable quivering. Her legs were stretched out, muscles rock hard. She cried out, ass cheeks clenching, coming hard for me. I eased my fingers out of her, and rubbed her pink cheeks gently.