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"What the fuck are you doing, lady?" The foreman shouts at Jodie. "This is a work zone, get out of the street before I call the cops". Jodie shakes her head and snaps out of her fear fueled fantasy. She's only halfway through her walk to where the workers stand, watching. It's not an unreasonable fear, she rationalizes. If they refuse to help her with the sunscreen she'll burn to a crisp.

Approaching the group, she singles out one of the men. "Uh. Um. Are-are you t-the foreman" she asks. He wears a different colored vest from the other two men. She realizes as soon as she finishes speaking his vest is emblazoned with the word "foreman", and immediately feels even dumber. The man nods and smiles at her. It's a sincere smile; not the Cheshire cat grin the other men wear. The men look her up and down and she does her best, as she always does when on punishment, to not cover herself with her hands.

"Yeah, I'm Mitch" the man says with a hint of a New England accent. "Um. I'm Jodie" she says. And then stammers out "I just wa-wanted to ap-appologize for teasing you guys" she begins. Before she can continue, Mitch slaps his stout thighs and he and the other men laugh heartedily. "You kidding" he asks her. She shakes her head. "Nah, listen Jodie. For me and my crew, this is the best day ever. Morale ain't never been so high". He flashes that broad, honest smile and for a moment, Jodie feels like everything is going to be okay.

She nods enthusiastically and almost turns away before remembering the sunscreen. Looking down, it takes her a moment to find her voice. "Uh, um". She tries to get the words out but it's all fits and starts. Mitch takes notice of the sunscreen bottle she is holding and points to it. Jodie nods. "I-I burn really easily", she says, as if the men hadn't noticed the deeply pale skin and freckles the four-foot-eleven pixie cut redhead wears. "Would you, pl-please h-help me put more of this on" she pleads, holding the sunscreen out.

"Jodie" Mitch begins. "There ain't nothing that would make my day better" Jodie forces a smile and Mitch holds out his hand to receive the bottle. He gestures for her to turn around and shakes the bottle before opening it. She does as he instructs and can hear him behind her squirting some of the lotion into his hand. Mitch sets the bottle on the ground and rubs his hands together. She twitches just a bit as his big, calloused hands make contact with her shoulders. Mitch applies and rubs in the lotion on her shoulders and does the same to her upper back.

"There ya go" he says to her. There is a sweetness in his apparent insistence to not take advantage of the situation. But in a way, that makes things all the more hideous for Jodie. Now, she needs to ask for him to humiliate her. And she does. "Uh. um. Co-could, wi-will y-you please rub more o-on me" she asks, then adding "a-all over". Mitch's eyes narrow on her and it's as if some switch kicked on in his head. The smile shifts on his broad face. It's no longer quite as sincere. Shit, Jodie thinks to herself.

"Come 'ere" Mitch says, picking the bottle up off the ground. He applies more sunscreen and rubs his hands together again. Jodie steps forward toward him and he envelopes her with his massive hands. Jodie's heart is a small bird, beating so hard she feels like it could fly out from the cage of her chest at any moment. Mitch's hands are on her and it’s now all a blur. He does take the time to help her with her collarbones and arms, but he spends the bulk of his time touching, massaging, and stroking her pert tits. Almost every inch of Jodie is covered with little freckles. Fred had checked to be sure when they first started dating, slowly tracing the constellations on her skin with his fingers. Every inch was covered, with the except of the soles of her feet, the palms of her hands, and her areolas and nipples. Well, there were a few other, secret places that weren't covered in them. Not so secret now, Jodie reminds herself.

Jodie had always been somewhat embarrassed of her areolas. They as almost too large for the c-cup tits they sit upon. And they are so, so pale - even more so than her skin. The paleness calls attention to lack of freckles. Light pink discs the size of half dollar coins. And dead center were her nipples. Jodie loathed her nipples. Fred had told her that her inverted nipples were special, rare. But they just made Jodie feel different. And now they were on display for Mitch and his crew.

Mitch applies another coat of sunscreen to these same areas. He spends much time stroking her areolas, feeling the divots in her nipples and how the soft skin wrinkles under his touch. Jodie can feel her body betraying her. The humiliation and the sensations are becoming too much for her. She tries to focus on something else. Mitch moves down to her tummy. He rubs his fingers all around her innie belly button in circles, sometimes sweeping down below her waist. It's almost as if he is gauging her reaction, teasing the boundaries of what she will allow.

Eventually, he moves down to her hips and thighs, and Jodie internally relaxes a bit. After he finishes with here though, he grazes her outer labia with his fingers. "I guess I'd better get this, too, huh" he asks. Jodie forces herself to nod, her head quickly bobbing up and down. "Y-yes, please". Mitch looks back at his crew and smiles. Putting a little more lotion on his hands, he rubs above and around her slit. He doesn't rub any between her lips, but he does take the liberty of spreading her open, examining the soft folds within. He sees her now prominent clit sticking out from under its hood.

After he finishes examining Jodie's little pussy, Mitch tells her to turn around. Jodie does so, and he applies the sunscreen to her lower back. As he works his way down, he again spends extra time and attention on her little butt. Jodie winces from the earlier spanking as Mitch massages the lotion into her well spanked skin. Mitch works lower, rubbing more lotion into the backs of her thighs and calves. Jodie holds her breath. She hopes it's all over for now.

"Jodie, you ought to bend over and spread you cheeks. You don't want to get a sunburn there" he tells her. Christ, she thinks to herself. But then responds with forced reassurance in her voice "y-yes, you're r-right". Jodie does a forward fold, bending at the waist, and takes as small step forward to balance herself. Trying to clear her mind, she reaches back and parts her bottom cheeks as far as they can go. Every secret treasure she has is now on display for the whole neighborhood as if she were some wanton whore selling her body.

Mitch doesn't even bother to put more sunscreen on his fingers. He just pets every part between her legs. He strokes her outer and then inner labia, teasing the soft, pink hole with his finger. He strokes her perineum for a few moments, sliding his finger up and down. And then, finally, he begins drawing little circles around Jodie’s bright pink anus. The whole crew watches entranced as Jodie's pussy leaks her juices and her little asshole winks at them.

Finally, he tells her she's all done. Jodie snaps back up and reaches for the sunscreen bottle. "Thank you" she says. Mitch hands it to her and she turns to leave. The moment she steps forward, Mitch asks her to stop. "Can I asks you a question" he probes in his New England accent. Jodie turns back and nods slowly, with worried eyes. "What's the hottest thing you've ever done with a guy's cum" he asks.

In any other situation, Jodie would’ve told a stranger asking that to go fuck themselves. Instead, Jodie winces as she goes through the catalog of private moments between her and the various men she's helped orgasm. The hottest, she supposed, was when she and Fred had had a threesome with her old college roommate, Jen. Fred had fucked Jen doggystyle and came deep inside her tight pussy. After he pulled out, Jodie had jumped at the chance to tongue and suck the cum out of her friend. She then slid up the bed and shared a cummy kiss with Jen while Jen fingered Jodie to a panting orgasm. But Jen wasn't here. Mitch would have to settle for second hottest.

Jodie stutters through a story from a one-night stand she'd had before meeting Fred. Mitch asked lots of follow-up questions: what he looked like, if she came, how she felt. It was an interview - no, an interrogation. She finally is able to get out the details related to his orgasm and looks at Mitch.

"Yeah" he says, then asks "can we do that". Jodie blushes and tells him that yes, yes they can do that. She doesn't tell him he can have whatever he wants, but she suspects that that reality is becoming all the more clear to the whole crew as time goes on. Sliding her flip-flops off, she kneels down onto them to provide some cushion to the asphalt.

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She reaches for Mitch's belt and unbuckles it. After undoing the button on his pants, she pulls his zipper down. She tugs at his jeans, lowering them a bit. Lowering his boxers, she finds as very large cock. It isn't the biggest she has ever seen, but it is so big she worries about it fitting into her small mouth. Mitch notices her apprehensive expression and smiles, but this time it's the reassuring one. "Yeah, I know" he agrees with her assessment. "Just do the best you can, really". He's already leaking a decent amount of precum, so Jodie hopes it won't take him terribly long.

She begins by licking the precum up. She inhales his scent slightly, gauging how clean he is. Surprisingly given the heat and sweaty state of his body, he smells clean. And his precum is almost flavorless, just a hint of saltiness. Jodie tries her best to enjoy the moment, given the circumstances. She reminds herself that she loves giving blowjobs and that things could be much worse.

After cleaning up Mitch's precum, Jodie licks under his cock, from the base of the shaft all the way to the tip in one slow swipe of her tongue. This gets a good reaction from him, and she wiggles her tongue on his frenulum. Mitch looks back at his crew and tells them what a great job She is doing. The guys chuckle and she tries to forget how much she much resemble a simple whore in this moment.

Eventually, Jodie tries to take Mitch into her mouth. The head is large, but not uncomfortably so. Opening her mouth wide, she slides him into her mouth, being careful not to graze him with her teeth. She pushes her head back down the length of him, taking as much as she can until she feels a gag rise up in her throat. Pulling back a little, Jodie begins blowing Mitch in earnest. She runs her tongue all over his turgid cock as he groans and monas out her name.

Jodie kind of gets into it for a moment or two. She forgets her sore butt and the fact that she's giving a stranger a naked blowjob in the middle of the street. She focuses on what she loves about this act. The way Mitch grunts and moans. How she can feel his pulse and when she puts her tongue on the underside of his shaft and how his cock grows all the more bigger under her ministrations.

Finally, Mitch says that he's close and the other guys come from behind Mitch to stand off to his side. Jodie pulls him out of her mouth and switches to stoking his shaft and licking the head. She pays special attention to the tip, running her tongue up and down it. Mitch tells Jodie that he wants her to beg for his cum. It's humiliating. Of course it’s humiliating. But it's the only way through, apparently. She looks up at him with big, pleading gray eyes "M-Mitch. Please c-cum for me. I want it so bad I-I can almost taste it. Plea-please cum for me".

And with that, Mitch pushes her off him and starts jerking himself off. Eventually he cups his off hand in front of his cock and cums in big spurts into his palm. His grunts are so loud and fierce that Jodie worries a neighbor might hear them. Mitch strokes himself into his palm, squeezing out the last of the cum from his cock. Finally, he nods and holds out his cupped hand.

One of the guys calls out to her. "Yo, Jodie" he says, holding out his phone. "Can, uh, can we record this". Jodie looks at him and forces another smile. "Yes" she says to the man. He steps forward and plays with his phone for a moment before nodding to her and Mitch. Jodie involuntarily brushes the hair away from her face so they can see better before remembering that she doesn't have long hair anymore.

Jodie glances around at Mitch and the crew before leaning forward. The men all watch as Jodie's little pink tongue darts in and out of her mouth. She laps the cum up and out of Mitch's hand like a little pink puppy. The men watch hypnotized as Jodie works to get as much of the cum in her mouth as she can. Mitch asks her if she's a little cum slut. Jodie nods emphatically. She is, in fact, a little cum slut. And this moment is the worst kind of punishment, using her love of something against her.

After another minute of this, Mitch pulls the rest of the cum away from her. Then he wipes it all over her face. Cum runs down her nose and cheeks. Out of habit - one she and Fred built together - she looks up at Mitch and thanks him. Mitch laughs again, that hearty, full throated laugh. Pulling his pants back up he asks "are you kidding" and then thanks her with that familiar sincerity. He helps Jodie rise from her kneeling position and picks up the bottle, handing it to her. "Can I get a selfie with you" he asks. "O-of course" she says. Mitch pulls his phone out and snaps a few photos of himself and the naked housewife.

"We ought to get back to work" Mitch explains. "After I take a break, of course". Jodie nods. "Uh, I-I'll need m-more sunscreen in a cou-couple hours". Mitch smiles. "Happy to help" he tells her, swatting her behind. Before departing, she tells him that she doesn't have a working phone and asks if one of the crew can come get her when it's time. Mitch agrees and says he'll send Mike over in two hours. Mike waves at her and makes a show of setting a timer on his phone.

Jodie walks back over to the lounger and sits on it, crossing her legs. How the hell is she going to get out of this?

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