I got caught painting a client’s house naked

Everyone in this story is 18+.I’m a painter by trade. No, not the artist kind. The kind that does walls and ceilings. Residential, mostly. And I’m pretty damn good at it, if I say so myself. The thing is, I have a bit of an odd technique when it comes to painting houses. I like to do it naked.It wasn’t always easy getting clients to leave the house. But I built up a reputation. Most new jobs came through word of mouth, and everyone ranted about the quality of my work. Friends and family recommended me to one another, and with those recommendations came a level of trust.And so it was that I found myself alone in a stranger’s house. It was just another Tuesday morning for me; everyone had left the house, heading to either work or school, and I was left to start painting. But not before I stripped down to nothing.Before I began, I took off my clothes like I always did. I started with my shirt, pulling it up over my head and folding it nicely. It was sort of a ritual for me at this point. Next came the shoes. I wore a nice pair of working boots - not because I actually needed them, but because I wanted to look the part. I yanked those off and placed them neatly next to one another in a neighboring room. Didn’t want to get paint on them, after all. Once my shoes were off, I slipped off my socks. Then my pants. Then it was time for my favorite part.In one swift motion, I dropped my underwear to the floor. There was a certain thrill that came with standing naked in a stranger’s home. I stood there for a moment to soak it in, reveling in my nudity. My dick started to grow hard, signaling to me that it was time to paint.It normally took me a few hours to paint a full room. First, you had to get the painter’s tape just right. Then there was the cutting in, followed by the rolling. I usually did all that while blasting my music, getting in the zone and flying through the work. Every time I went back to put more paint on my brush, I’d give my dick a few tugs. Just enough to keep the boner up. To keep the thrill going. Unfortunately, between the painting and the music and the horny state I was in, I failed to hear the car pull in the driveway.I also failed to hear the front door open, along with the footsteps through the entryway.“What are you doing?!”“Oh fuck!” I yelled. The paintbrush dropped from my hand and clattered to the floor, spraying paint across the tarp. My hands shot to my dick in a meager attempt to cover myself.“Why are you naked in my house?!” the man shouted.“I can explain!” I replied, though I had no idea how I was going to work my way out of this one.“Well?”He stood in the doorway to the room, staring at me. I stared back, naked and paralyzed with fear. I’d probably painted a hundred houses like this, and I’d never before been in a situation like this. “I- I, uh… paint faster when I’m naked.” Fuck.The man ran his fingers through his hair, clearly as disturbed as I was by this whole mess. “Did my wife put you up to this?” he asked. “She knows how stressed I get. We’d been talking about ways I could blow off some steam; I just didn’t think this was what she’d land on.”“No, sir, not at all. She had nothing to do with it, sir.”“That’s a shame. She’d be alright with it, you know. It was her idea, after all.”“Um, of course. Please don’t tell anyone about this, sir. I’ll leave right away, I will. I just can’t lose any more clients because of this.”He raised an eyebrow, the gears slowly turning in his head. Unfortunately for me, he had a clear upper hand in this situation. And there was only one thing he wanted.“You don’t have to do that, son. Why don’t you just keep on painting?”“Are- are you sure?” I asked.“Yes,” he said. He grinned, rubbing his hand over his growing bulge. “You can start by removing those hands. Unless you want me to tell the neighborhood about the pervert I found naked in my house?“Okay,” I said sheepishly. I was thoroughly fucked. There was nothing left to do but follow through with whatever he said, then hope that would be the end of it. Reluctantly, I dropped my hands and let my dick free. It stood straight out, hard as could be. My cheeks were bright red, burning from the mixture of fear and humiliation.“There we go. Much better. Now how about you pick up that paintbrush you dropped?”“Of course, sir,” I replied. I bent down to pick it up, but he stopped me.“Not so fast, there. The other way.”I felt a lump form in my throat. I nodded, understanding what he wanted. Then I slowly walked around the brush until I was on the other side, facing away from him. I bent down, exposing my entire ass to him as I reached for the brush.“That’s more like it,” he commented.I quickly picked it up and stood, then turned to face him once more. Somehow showing my hard dick was better than presenting my ass to him. “Should I continue painting, then?”He finally approached, leaving his spot in the doorway. “I think it’s time for a break. You’ve been working all morning, haven’t you?” He came closer, then gently removed the paintbrush from my hand. He turned and placed it on the lid of the paint can, then faced back towards me.“Y-yes,” I muttered. My heart was racing. I didn’t know what he wanted, and part of me was afraid to find out. Yet at the same time… another part of me was excited to find out.“I’ve been working all morning too,” he said. He circled me, slowly walking behind me. “I have such a stressful job, you know. I’d really love to relieve some of that tension.”My dick throbbed, yearning for what I was too afraid to admit I wanted. “I… think I can help,” I whispered.“You do?” he asked. He stopped behind me, out of sight. “What could you possibly do to help me?” His tone wasn’t mean. It was almost… daring. Like we both knew what was about to happen, but we were dancing around it. Slowly getting closer. And he wanted to hear me say it.I swallowed. “I can give you my ass,” I said softly.“Ohhh,” he said. “Now that would be something.” I heard him unzip his pants behind me.“This is my first time.”“Then I’ll go easy on you.” I listened as he spat on his dick, then rubbed it in. I had no idea what it looked like, or how big it was. All I knew was that I was about to get fucked. He pushed me forward, bending my body over. Then he spat again, this time directly on my hole. “Ready?” he asked.“Yes,” I said. I reached behind and pulled my asscheeks apart, opening myself up for him.He pressed forward, forcing the tip in.“Oh fuck!” I shouted. I’d never stuck so much as a finger in my ass before. I was severely underprepared.He pushed a little further, then pulled out completely. “You weren’t kidding about this being your first time; you’re tight as hell.” He spat once more, then shoved his dick back into me.I grunted, but otherwise refrained from making too much noise as his cock stretched me open. He went about halfway in, then pulled back slightly, then pushed further. Gradual thrusts widened my hole, digging further each time, until he finally bottomed out inside me with a heavy sigh.“Fuuuuck, that feels good.”“You’re so big,” I told him. I had no concept for what constituted ‘big’ in this scenario, but my ass was definitely at its limit.His hands grabbed my waist as he started to fuck me a bit faster. My tight hole gripped his cock, squeezing it tight as it slid in and out of me. His breathing became labored as the thrusts got harder, until he was ramming into my backside with force. His cock pounded at my hole, over and over again, harder and faster with each stroke.“I can’t - believe - how tight you are!” he grunted between thrusts. “You’re gonna make me cum in no time!”Holy fuck, that was hot to hear. “Keep going!” I hollered back. I held on for dear life as this man destroyed my ass, fervidly clapping my cheeks with passion and intent. He was going to use me like a fleshlight, and I was going to stand there and take it.“I’m getting close!” he yelled.“Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” I could barely think straight.“I’m gonna- I’m gonna- agh, fuck!” He pulled out of me, leaving my hole gaping as he sprayed all over my lower back. Hot liquid shot out of him and splashed onto my skin, painting my body white with his cum. My hole twiched open and closed, shocked by the sudden emptiness left behind by his massive cock.When he finished jerking all over me, the man wiped his cock across my left asscheek. Then he zipped up his pants, putting his dick away once more.Fuck. I felt like a whore. I just got pounded by a stranger, and I didn’t even see what his dick looked like. Now I was naked, rock-hard, in the man’s own home. And I still had two more walls to paint.I looked to him as he walked around to my front. “Should I finish painting?” I asked.He laughed. His face was flushed, covered in sweat, but he was all smiles. “Come back tomorrow,” he replied. “You can finish up then. And maybe I’ll pay you another visit.”