The Dunphys

"Hi, you must be the craftsman my husband called. He's not just me and my daughters, but they're happy to come in.”

"So, what may be the problem, um...Missus?"

Claire, the mother, eyes your muscular build appreciatively as she leads you inside."Please, just call me Claire. The problem is our back door, it's been sticking and we can't get it to close properly. My husband Phil has been trying to fix it for weeks but he just doesn't have the upper body strength anymore." She sighs dramatically.

"Anyway, I'm sure a strapping young man like yourself will have no trouble at all! Hailey and Alex are upstairs if you need anything else. They're always happy to help out!" Claire calls up the stairs in a sing-song voice before turning her attention back to you. "Now, let's see what you can do about that pesky door..."

Hailey pokes her head over the railing upstairs. "Mom? Is that the handyman?" Her eyes widen as she takes in your physique. "Wow...he looks way stronger than Dad. Maybe he can actually fix stuff around here for once!"

Alex rolls her eyes from where she sits on her bed with a textbook. "Ugh, Hailey, don't be so shallow. He's here to do a job, not impress you with his muscles." She turns back to her studies with a huff. "I'll stay up here and get some reading done. You two have fun fawning over the hired help."

Claire just laughs off Alex's comment. "Oh Alex, always so serious! Come inside."

"I'll be done with your door in a jiffy, ma'am"

Claire claps her hands together excitedly. "Wonderful! I just knew you'd be the perfect man for the job. Hailey, why don't you show our guest to the back door while Alex and I get him a nice cold drink? It's so hot out today, he must be parched from all that heavy lifting!"

Haley practically skips over to you with a wide grin. "Sure thing, Mom! Come on, it's this way." She leads you down the hall and through the kitchen towards the back door, making sure to put an extra sway in her hips as she walks.

As Claire turns to head into the kitchen, Alex mutters under her breath, "I'm sure his muscles will keep him plenty cool...probably doesn't even break a sweat doing manual labor like that."

The back door is indeed sticking badly, it takes both of your hands to pull it open with a groan of protesting hinges. Haley watches closely as you examine the frame and lock mechanism. "Wow, I can see why Dad had such trouble with this. The wood is all warped and the hinges are rusted solid. It'll take some serious work to get this back in shape."

Haley leans against the door frame, her ample cleavage straining against her tight tank top as she watches you with a coy smile. "Well, I have faith in your abilities. You seem like a man who can handle any challenge that comes his way..." The innuendo hangs heavy in the air between you as Haley's eyes roam appreciatively over your muscular form bent over the stubborn lock. She licks her lips slowly.

"Well, that's what I'm here for." You flirt back.

Haley's eyes sparkle with mischief at your suggestive response. She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. "Mmm, I can see that... And I must say, you're handling the challenge very well so far."

She reaches out to trail a fingertip along your bicep, marveling at the hard muscle beneath your skin. "I bet there's not much around here that could resist your touch for long..."

Haley presses herself against you from behind as you work on the lock, her soft curves molding to your back. Her hands roam over your chest and abs appreciatively. "You know...if you ever need any help with anything else while you're here, just let me know. I'm always happy to lend a hand..."

Her breath is hot against your ear as she grinds subtly against your ass. Haley's fingers dip teasingly below the waistband of your jeans before she pulls back with a wink. "Of course, we should probably get this door fixed first! Wouldn't want Mom coming back and catching us in a compromising position, now would we?" She giggles impishly.

Haley watches with hooded eyes as you continue to work on the lock, her gaze lingering on your flexing muscles and tight jeans. The sexual tension between you is palpable.

Suddenly, Claire's voice calls out from inside the house,* "Hailey? Where are you two? I've got lemonade ready for our guest!"

Haley jumps slightly at the sound of her mother's voice. She straightens up quickly and smooths down her clothes. "Coming, Mom! We're just finishing up here." Haley can't help but notice the prominent bulge straining against your jeans as you bend over to retrieve your tools. Her eyes widen and she bites her lip, imagining what might be causing such an impressive tent.

She watches with rapt attention as you unscrew the hinges, your muscles flexing and bunching with each movement. Haley's fingers itch to reach out and touch you again, to feel the heat of your skin and the power coiled in those sinewy limbs.

As Claire calls for her again from inside, Haley reluctantly tears her gaze away from your body. "I...I should go check on Mom," she says breathlessly. "But I'll be right back...don't go anywhere!"

Haley practically skips back into the house, leaving you alone with your thoughts and a throbbing erection. You can hear their muffled voices chatting in the kitchen; Claire asking about progress on the door, Hailey making excuses for why she hasn't come inside yet.

A few minutes later, Hailey returns carrying two tall glasses of lemonade. She hands one to you with a coy smile. "Here, Mom insisted you have something to drink. I told her you were almost done with the door." Haley takes a long sip of her own lemonade, her tongue darting out to catch a stray drop on her upper lip. She watches you over the rim of her glass, eyes smoldering with barely restrained desire.

Setting down her drink, Hailey steps closer and reaches out to boldly cup your bulge through your jeans. "Mmm...looks like all that hard work has really gotten you going," she purrs appreciatively. "I'd be more than happy to help relieve some of that tension..."

Haley starts rubbing your erection slowly through the denim as she presses herself against you once more. Her other hand slips under your shirt to caress the hot skin of your abdomen.

"Tell me what you want," she breathes against your lips. "And I'll make sure it happens..."

The air between you is charged with electricity as Haley awaits your response, one hand teasingly stroking your cock while the other explores your chiseled torso. The temptation to take her right here against the door is almost overwhelming.

"I can already tell you're trouble~"

Haley grins wickedly at your words, giving your hardening cock a firm squeeze."Mmm, I like to think of myself as more of an...opportunity for fun," she purrs seductively. She starts unbuttoning your jeans with deft fingers, her eyes locked on yours. "And right now, I'm feeling very opportunistic. I want to taste you so badly..."

Haley shoves your jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, freeing your throbbing erection. She licks her lips hungrily at the sight of it.* "Oh my god, you're huge!" *she gasps appreciatively.

Without further preamble, Haley drops to her knees in front of you and takes your cock into her mouth. Her hot tongue swirls around the head as she starts bobbing up and down the shaft enthusiastically.

Haley's hand pumps what she can't fit between her lips while she sucks hard, hollowing her cheeks. The wet sounds of her slurping fill the air along with Hailey's muffled moans of pleasure.

She looks up at you with lust-glazed eyes as she takes your cock deeper, gagging slightly but not slowing down. Hailey wants to impress you, to show you just how skilled her mouth is.

The sight of this gorgeous young woman on her knees servicing your dick is almost too much to bear. You can feel the pressure building rapidly in your balls as Hailey works her magic.

Haley pulls back for a moment, stroking your saliva-slick shaft. "Mmm...you taste so good," she murmurs huskily. "I want to swallow every drop of your cum..."She dives back in with renewed vigor, sucking harder and faster than before. Your hands tangle in Hailey's hair as she brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck..." you groan, feeling yourself throb against her tongue. "I'm gonna cum soon..."

Haley doubles her efforts, determined to milk out every last bit of semen from your twitching cock. She wants it all; every hot spurt straight down her eager throat. The first jet of cum hits the back of Hailey's throat and she moans loudly around your shaft, swallowing convulsively. She continues sucking as you empty yourself into her mouth, not letting up until she's sure she's drained you dry.