Danny was never very lucky with the ladies. He was good looking enough, and a real nice guy. But that was the problem, he was always a little too nice; and nice guys finish last mostly. He was a heating engineer living in the London area. He didn’t particularly like his job, but it kept him in human contact. If it wasn’t for work Danny would never leave his flat.
So because he was a nice guy he would be constantly fucked around by women. The last one he had slept with one of his friends while he was in the bath. She told him to get out when he caught them at it in the bedroom. Did he complain? Did he fuck; he just swallowed it down and walked away from the problem. Some of Danny’s other friends used to tell him that one of these days he would explode into some kind of monster. He needed a little luck.
The Website of the very sexy Camilla
Like many single men in their thirties, Danny spent a lot of his ‘alone’ time playing video games and watching porno on the TV and his PC. He was a member of quite a few porn pay sites. His favourite website by far though was not a hardcore porn site at all, it was for the sexy glamour model Camilla and it was called Club Camilla. She was his favourite girl off the TV. She would bounce around his screen on the late night babe channels (on Babestation I think), and Danny would call her up on the phone and wank himself off. Camilla never ceased to impress him, or get him off. He considered himself deserving of the late night phone calls and the internet adult website memberships; after all, he worked virtually seven days a week and was usually too tired to do anything other than have a pot noodle and a wank by the time he got home.
However, there were rare occurrences when he did get a day off. And on one of those particular days Danny had the time of his life. It began as usual. He got up and prepared to go out to work. He only had one job on that day, so he was looking forward to getting off work early. Just as he was on his way out the front door the telephone rang and the job was cancelled. ‘Yes!’ he thought to himself instantly. He wasn’t concerned about losing the work (he had enough of that), he was only happy that he’d now got the entire day to himself. He logged into ClubCamilla.com and unzipped his trousers, ready for a wank. Just as he made his way through to her members area the phone rang. “Fuck!” He shouted, “Hello?” He continued, in a much nicer tone.
“Yeah, hi I need some hot water fixing please at my friends flat. It’s just not heating up,” said a man’s voice.
“Has the pilot light gone out?” Asked Danny
“I don’t fucking know man,” said the man a little impatiently, “look I need the hot water quite soon so can you get over here and fix it now?” he paused.
“Today?” asked Danny, rather stupidly, with his cock still firmly in his hand.
“I can phone someone else?” Said the voice.
“No. It alright, give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Danny got the address and hung up. His father had always taught him a good work ethic. When the work is there you should take it because you never know how long things will last. Danny often cursed his father for this.
He travelled halfway across London to get to the apartment in question, and when he arrived he was pleasantly surprised to find it a very nice, affluent area of the city. He could bill the fuckers hugely for calling him out on his day off, he thought to himself.
The door was answered by the man who made the phone call. He looked a little odd, almost eccentric looking. His hair was all over the place like Christopher Lloyds in Back to the Future. He wore a dirty suit and glasses, and he also had a very expensive looking camera around his neck.
“This way,” said the mad looking photographer.
Danny followed him through a grand hallway and into a utility room where the boiler was tucked away in a cupboard. “I’m working in the room next door if you need anything,” added crazy man, “so can I leave you to it then?”
“Yeah sure mate, don’t worry about it. I’ll let you know when I’m done,” said Danny politely.
“Sure, just don’t take too long about it because I need the water for my work.”
Danny wondered what kind of work a mad looking photographer could be doing with hot water. This passed when he got his head buried in his work. ‘Ah’, he said to himself, ‘the printed circuit boards fucked’. He pulled out a slightly burned circuit board and headed into the next room. He knocked and entered.
HOT UK BABE
What he saw before his eyes was something straight out of a dream he had virtually every night. There before his eyes was his favourite babe from the TV, Camilla. Not only that, she was posing by the window in a black lacy bra and panties, with black fishnet, hold up stockings and high heels. His cock leapt to attention and his mouth fell open. He just stood and watched as Mr. Crazy snapped pictures and gave encouragement. “Ah,” said the crazy man as he turned to look at Danny, “tell me we have hot water, I need to get this girl in the tub.”
“Erm… I can’t… Well, no not yet,” stuttered Danny.
“Hello,” called Camilla sweetly from across the room.
“Hi,” said Danny stupidly. He was still transfixed with her. The sun streams flowing in through the window bounced off her thighs and lit the upper part of her body like an angel. Danny was in heaven; in actual fact he thought he was going to wake up at any moment.
“Hello!” shouted Mr. Crazy, “hot water?”
“Right, yes… Of course,” said Danny regaining his composure. Still looking at Camilla in front of the window he replied, “it’s the printed circuit board, it’s all burned up.”
“And that means shit to me pal,” said Crazy, “can you fix it Bob?”
“Yes I can,” sang Danny in a mocking tone.
HOT UK BABE CAMILLA
Crazy man continued to snap pictures of Camilla, and she started to move around again. Danny felt his cock grow to a huge size in his boiler suit. He couldn’t help it. It stuck out like a wrench. Even Camilla eyed it from the far side of the room. Danny caught her eye as it rested on his cock. She looked up into his eyes and smiled.
“So you like photography do you Danny?” she asked, laughing and looking again at his huge hard on. Danny was blessed with a big cock.
“Are you still here boiler man?” said the crazy man impatiently, “don’t you have printed whatsits to be fixing?”
“Yeah I do,” answered Danny.
“Then go do it then!” said Crazy.
“Actually I was answering Camilla,” said Danny sarcastically, “I do like photography. And I think you’re a great model. I’m a member of your website,” he said, instantly wishing he hadn’t. Camilla coloured and turned her back, showing her fabulous arse. “Right, I better get back to it then,” said Danny leaving the room.
SEXY STOCKINGS
When he left he stayed in the hallway and peeped around the door. He couldn’t control his urges any longer, and before he knew what he was doing he dropped the burnt out circuit board to the floor and whipped out his cock. He started to wank himself off with long firm strokes. He watched Camilla bend slightly over in front of the window and gripped his cock harder, imagining that he was fucking her slowly from behind. He wanted to pull her little black panties to one side and simply slide his big cock into her, up to its hilt.
She turned again and frowned into the doorway. Shit! She’d seen him. He quickly wrestled with his cock to tuck it back in his boiler suit. He darted for the next room and moved a few tools around on the floor to make it sound like he was doing something.
It was then he realised that if he got the water working he might get a chance to see her naked. It was a long shot but he pressed on fitting the new circuit board. When he’d finished he walked back through to the other room to give them the good news.
“Alright,” he said cheerfully, looking around for Camilla, “You’ve got hot water I think. Better try it out before I go.”
“Can you just do it for me boiler boy?” said the photographer, “I’ve got to go out to the car and fetch some more lenses. When he’d finished Camilla walked into the room wearing nothing but a large white bath towel. She smiled knowingly at Danny. She must have seen him, he thought. Shit! How much did she see? Did she see his cock? Did she see him wanking his cock?
“Right, where’s the bathroom, I’ll have a look?” he asked.
“I’ll show you,” said Camilla as she walked ahead of Danny across the hall.
“Back in a moment my love,” called Mr. Crazy as he walked steadily out the door.
“It’s down here,” said Camilla as she sashayed down the hall and took an abrupt turn to the right.
Danny’s cock was aching so much he thought he might explode in his pants. He followed her in and turned on the bath. He put the plug in and watched the water rise.
“I need to have bubbles in it,” said Camilla. “It’s one of those naughty bath time shoots,” she laughed, “I’m sure you’ve seen the other one on my website haven’t you?”
“Erm… Yes, yes I have. I love it!” said Danny.
“Tell me Danny, did you wank over it?” Asked Camilla, out of the blue. Danny felt a change in the atmosphere. Could Camilla be flirting with him? He couldn’t believe it. He decided to go with it.
“Yes I did, and I loved it,” he replied confidently.
DROPPED HER TOWEL
“Would you like to wank off now, like you were doing in the hallway?” Asked Camilla, much to Danny’s astonishment. “It would make me all horny for the photo shoot. I don’t mind you know. Go on, get it out for me and let’s have a look.” She dropped her towel and stepped into the bath. What Danny was looking at was ten times better than he’d seen on her website. As Camilla got herself into the bubbly water he wrenched out his cock and began wanking right next to her. In fact at one point he almost smacked her on the side of the face with it as he whipped up and down like he was pumping a bicycle wheel.
He watched lower herself into the bath and allow the soapy water to lap against her lovely body. “So have you called me before baby?” she asked in her greatest telephone voice.
Click to visit Club Camilla
“Sure have,” said Danny a little out of breath.
“Tell me what you’d like me to do babe,” said Camilla.
“I’d love to see your ass Camilla, I’m a big fan. I always dream about shooting my cum all over it,” said Danny. He was surprised at his lack of inhibitions. But then, he reasoned, when you were wanking yourself off over a naked babe in the bath, your inhibitions had to disappear; it was inevitable.
“Sure baby,” said Camilla, “watch this.” She lifted herself out the bath a little and turned to show him the soap running from her tight, pert little ass. Danny almost shot his load all over there and then. He wanked himself faster than ever. Camilla turned to look at him and reached out her hand to touch the end of his prick. Some soap suds dripped from her fingers onto the end of his dick and she rubbed it in slowly.
GREAT ASS!
“Holy shit! I cannot believe this man,” said Danny out loud. He was actually getting his nob rubbed by Camilla from Babestation and Clubcamilla. How lucky could one man get, he thought to himself.
She smiled at him and stroked him a little more. Then she gripped his cock like she wanted to pull it off and Danny left her to it completely, moving his hands away to watch in awe as his favourite TV babe wanked him slowly but firmly.
Camilla turned around fully and brought her other hand into play. She worked Danny’s cock faster and faster, “Is that what you want?” she said, a little out of breath. “Look at me!” She commanded, “are you going to cum before my photographer gets back? Come on babe, let’s have it.”
Danny didn’t disappoint, and as he glanced down at Camilla clutching his cock in one hand and his balls in the other he shot a huge jet of spunk over her shoulder and onto the tiles behind her. She pointed his cock down onto the bath mat until he’d finished.
Just then he heard the door open. Camilla jumped back into the bath and wiped the spunk from the tiles. Danny pushed the bathmat to the side of the room with his foot and tucked his huge dripping tool back into the boiler suit and safely back into his underwear. It was as though they were both naughty school kids caught fooling around. Danny left the room and met Mr. Crazy on the way out.
Camilla Lends a Hand to Danny
“Any good boiler boy?” asked the obnoxious photographer.
“It’s pretty hot sir, yes. In fact I’ve got to say that it’s very hot.” Danny smiled, wrote out a bill and went on home with a smile on his face to rival any man.
End
