In case you wanted to read the first 5 parts of this story I included links below if not I rehashed the last little bit from part 5 so you know where I left off.

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On the prowl with Mistress AvA part 1
On the prowl with Mistress AvA part 2
On the prowl with Mistress AvA part 3
On the prowl with Mistress AvA part 4
On the prowl with Mistress AvA part 5

I went home in a daze after finding my one-day-old lover tied up in the bathroom at the club. Not only was he tied up but he had one guy fucking him in the ass and another on his knees sucking his dick. I put on my fuzzy pajamas and set my alarm clock for work the next day. Then I brushed my teeth and curled up in my nest of a bed. Surrounded by feathers I slept heavily.

Lazily, I rolled over and smashed the snooze, and pulled a pillow over my head to block the sunlight. Sunlight!! I bolted out of bed and rushed to get dressed for work I glanced at the clock and was supposed to be at work in 15 minutes and it was a 20-25 minute drive. I slept through my alarm again. I raced out the door with my boots in hand and headed for the construction site we were working on that week. I stopped for gas and coffee for everyone hoping the boss would forgive my being late, again. Glad for the weekend to be over I could get on with my normal boring life. I sighed and admitted to myself it was a wonderful weekend full of fantastic orgasms, and fabulous memories.

I pulled up and parked off to the side far from any nails they might have popped into the yard. I grabbed the coffee and sought out the boss. I saw three of the guys on the roof already tearing it off. I let out a holler, "Hot coffee, come and get it!" Two of the three came down for their cup the third had been acting real strange around me. Never meeting my eyes and wouldn't talk more than a few sentences, and then it was only work-related. He would try really hard to not laugh at the raunchy jokes some of the others told yet when he thought I was elsewhere he would laugh and carry on with them. I had asked him about it one day and he had shrugged it off saying his momma taught him better than to carry on in front of a lady. I had scoffed at him then, saying that I was no lady to be dressed up in overalls and covered in roofing tar or hydraulic oil or worse. I climbed the ladder with his and my coffee and left the bossman's down on the temporary workbench. I gave him his coffee and took the shovel out of his hands and asked him to hold mine. I went to town popping nails out, and shoving piles of torn felt and shingles off into the dumpster below. Soon the others came up and joined us and we had the whole roof peeled before lunch.

At lunchtime, we split up and me and Mr. Shyman both wanted to go to the same fast-food joint. We started talking about animals and how much we both loved nature in general. We sat eating our lunch facing down a hillside that led to a creek and a pond. Then there were a lot of wild animals about and we took turns pointing them out as we smoked a fat joint.

The bossman got back while we were eating and was pleased with what we had done, no one mentioned I was late and I was very grateful for that. We laid the felt down while measuring and using a leveler then snapped some lines showing where the shingles needed to be lined up. I wasn't as fast at laying shingles as some of them were so 3 of us went down and carried a bundle of shingles up each. After that two stayed up to pass shingles while the other two slapped them down with a bang-bang-bang from the nail guns. I continued to go get bundles of shingles and after about the twentieth one I tapped out to pass shingles to the bossman. The boss looked at me and shook his head, not sure why, he was a hard stern man with a harder expression always planted on his face. I was hoping I didn't tap out too early but I didn't want to pass out in this heat on the ladder with 80lbs on my shoulders. Time flew by and we were finished with our side of the roof, the boss took over, laying them on the other side, the other top guy passed to him and the rest of us went running magnets over the ground for loose nails and picked up scraps of shingle and felt in the yard.

My back was sore and I was hot I took the top half of my coveralls and tied it around my waist and leaned into the corner of the building using it to press on each side of my spine and rolling my shoulders to loosen the knots. I had a tank top on and the sweat was flowing between and pooling under my breasts, embarrassed, I went to put my coveralls back on and Mr. shy shocked me by saying, "don't cover up on account of us, it's hot", and I thought I heard him say "and so are you" under his breath. I was intrigued so bending down with my ass pointed towards him I looked up and asked, "what was that?" I was watching him as he looked up, lust filled his eyes and he turned away stammering, "nnn...nothing". I grinned and realized I had never thought of him sexually cause he was a co-worker and so I never even really looked at him but he had noticed me. I grinned at the thought.

Soon we were discussing where we were going after work as was our normal. Of course, since it was football season I knew Monday night was either wings or ribs and definitely a place that had a QB-1 gameplay machine. I loved both and loved playing the trivia and guessing the plays. I had gotten better at it if I kept my bet simple. I won most of the time, it was when I added in the direction that messed me up, mostly.

They had decided on wings so when we got there I ordered a 50 piece with 5 different flavors and a pitcher of beer for the boys and a tall "Honey Brown" beer for me. I also ordered four, game machines. The boss never came so it would only be us four. I loved hanging out with the guys, at least when their girl-friends weren't around, as they were always jealous of me and I didn't know why it's not like I went out stalking taken guys or something. In fact, if I knew a guy was with someone it automatically turned off a switch and they never even made it for consideration. Shyman was single though and very available.

I had worked with these guys for about a year and had a part-time management position working at the local deli I worked at for 3 years. I looked at Shyman from under my lashes his face was chiseled, he had a dimple on his chin, his nose was a little crooked, from getting into many fights he had once told me. He was tanned from the waist up, his ass fit his jeans like a glove, his arms and legs were muscular and his belly was a bit rounded probably from drinking to many beers. He had nice hands and teeth and crystal blue eyes with long sun-bleached auburn brown hair. He was handsome in a rugged hard worker kind of way.

I never dated people I worked with cause it always led to trouble. After a long weekend of fucking I shouldn't want more sex but I was a woman on the prowl, I needed to make my humiliation go away. I needed to feel cherished and appreciated. I told myself I would dangle the carrot it was up to him to bite it though. I told myself we could just make a pact to always be friends no matter what or at least not let it interfere with work.

I drank down 3 tall beers, and several shots. I ate 10 wings and an order of cheesy bacon fries. I was drunk. I remember getting up to go to the restroom and getting in there and sitting down on the toilet.

I woke to Shyman calling my name, my face pressed into the toilet dispenser drool coming out of my mouth. "I'm okay", I warbled. Gods my mouth was dry, and my head was swimming. I was so not driving yet. Laying my head on my hands on top of the toilet paper dispenser I closed my eyes again waiting for the room to stop spinning. Then warm arms were around me lifting me and placing me on my feet. "You have to walk out of here, I will drive, you can sleep in the car," he said.

I made it out of the bathroom, his warm arms wrapped around my waist to give me stability and I wrapped my arms snuggly around his waist and leaned on him. He walked me to the main doors, using his foot he pushed it open and bent to pick me up. I snuggled in and took deep breaths of his masculine smell. He smelled of soap, deodorant, and sunshine I thought. Eyes closed still, I felt his warmth disappear and I made a protesting whimper. He reached over and patted my leg saying, "Everythings going to be just fine, I'll take care of you." The car heater was on and I was out for the count.

I stretched and went to reach for my feather blanket, instead of my blanket I grabbed a warm body, I sat up, abruptly, wide awake. I was not in my bed, I peered through the darkness blinking to bring my night vision up. I could see that I was in a very small room and then I felt the bed move. "Are you awake?" came Shymans gruff, sleepy voice. My mouth was so dry I opened it to talk and let out a squeak then cleared my throat and said, "water, please". I heard him sigh and get up to leave the room. I looked around, it was a tiny room with a bed, two end tables, a closet, and some cabinets above the bed and then I remembered he lived in a trailer on the boss's property. He came back with some water and I gulped it down, noticing I still had my clothes on and so did he.

I asked, "why am I here and not home?" He said I wouldn't wake and that he brought me here to care for me, he also informed me there was a clean t-shirt in the restroom and a pair of coveralls I could wear to work the next day, then the smell hit me. I had thrown up. "Oh, Gods!" I exclaimed. He turned on a dim light and I could see he had tried to clean me up and did a decent job of it but the smell was there. I was so embarrassed, I quickly got up and practically ran down the hall to find the restroom. "It's back here, off of my bedroom. I only have one bathroom. I went into it and noticed it was not disgusting but it was a mechanic-construction worker's bathroom. Marks of grease and dirt brushed to the corners, orange soap and a bar of lava soap sat on the sink. Not bad overall.

I stripped down and got in the shower it was freezing but I gulped down mouthfuls of water to try and moisten the ash feeling in my mouth. I washed my hair and body and was rinsing down and the water got hot, scolding hot, I let out a yelp. I heard the bathroom door open and his hairy arm reached in and turned the nozzle and in seconds the water was perfect. I was going to admonish him but decided against it, he was being beyond a gentleman. "So I just wanted to tell you that anything you said last night I can pretend you didn't say if you tell me now", he said. "Assuming you remember what you said", he added. I took that moment to rinse my hair and think, what the hell had I said. I know I was having some wild thoughts about him that I didn't recall saying out loud, I remember looking at him as if for the first time and finding him attractive and wanted to jump his bones. All I could think was How do I fix this? "What did you say in reply?" I asked. Trying to play it off that I remember what I had said but not what he had said. "That we could discuss it when you were sober", he said softly. "What do you feel now?" I asked looking out of the curtain into his now dark blue eyes. "That I would love to join you in the shower", he said. I smiled and waved him in, knowing I must have confessed what I wanted to do with him.

I watched as he took his clothes off feeling my pussy tighten and pulse. He was hung thicker than any man I had ever been with though not as long as some and it curved to the right. He was already hard, before taking down his pants, so it bounced when he slid them over it. I stifled a giggle I thought that was cute but I didn't think cute is what he wanted so I stored that away.

As soon as he entered the shower I reached for it while meeting his mouth with mine. We kissed passionately, his lips were soft on mine, his tongue sliding in to explore, he nibbled at my lips and down my throat as I stroked him in my hand. He took his shampoo and squirted it on his thickness while I was stroking and I squeezed harder with each stroke, he reached between my legs and rubbed on my clit, then slid a finger, then two into my pussy he worked a third in and was trying for a fourth and I protested, he said, "if you can't handle this you won't handle be able to handle me". I decided, letting him stretch me to fit him wasn't a bad idea as long as it didn't hurt, and it didn't. He was working it a little at a time bring me over and over again.

I wanted him inside me so much I got down on my knees after the soap had rinsed off and took him into my mouth and for the first time, I couldn't fit him down my throat. He was too thick for my throat hole. I sucked still and let him hit the back of my throat. I let him fuck my mouth and he was loud, groaning and moaning in time with his thrusts, he gripped my head and fucked faster. He tried to pull away and I went with him, sucking. I wanted to taste him and would not let go I stroked with my hand and my mouth then reached up and gripped his balls pressing firmly with my knuckles I stroked the spot under his balls. He yelled, "Holy Fucking Christ" as he came in my mouth in five big squirts, "damn, the man is a cannon," I had thought. still milking every last drop I could out of him. The water had turned lukewarm I gulped a few mouthfuls down and he turned it off. "The bed is warmer and more comfortable," he said while picking me up. Then carried me to put me on the bed.

I wrapped my legs around him but he forced them apart and went down on me, spreading me open he sat back and stared. I was starting to feel self-conscience then he said" that is one pretty little tight pussy. He licked and sucked and finger fucked me till I squirted, shocked he sat back and looked at me in surprise. Now I was feeling self-conscious. I only had one guy ever complain and he had accused me of peeing on him but it was horrifying that I hadn't thought to warn him. What if he didn't like it? What if he didn't want to finish? Then he was back down on me with a renewed vigor, he made me cum over and over again completely soaking his blankets, sheets, and
mattress.

"We'll be swimming soon," I said. He looked up and had the Cheshire cat grin going on and went right back to it. I screamed from my orgasms and reached for his head wanting desperately to get ahold of him to pull him to me. I was thrashing and started to beg him, "please, please cum up here and fuck me". "I want to feel you now!" I growled.

He climbed my body and slid in slowly, filling me up and stretching me to fit him. It felt so good I screamed another orgasm this time biting his neck to muffle it, my hands wrapped around his back and my nails tore at the skin. It felt so good, I never wanted it to stop. I wrapped my legs around him lifting my ass to meet him on his downward thrust and used my muscles to clench as he was on the upward thrust. I whispered in his ear that I had an I.U.D. so he could cum in me. He slowed then taking my mouth with his and kissed me with so much tenderness while he made love to me. I could feel every inch of him going in and out of me and my hot wet pussy was still pulsing. Electrified shocks ran from my head down to my toes. He lifted off the bed holding me to him and sat up. I held on to him tightly with my arms and strengthened my grip with my legs. I raised up to slide back down on him and the feel of him so deep inside me sent me screaming his name.

Still making love in a slow passionate way he laid back and let me take control. I rode him slow and used my muscled to convey to him how good this felt. He raised up taking my breasts in his mouth one at a time while tweaking my nipples with his fingers. I gripped him to me loving the way his body felt next to mine, in mine, undermine. This was the best sex I had ever had, I thought while he sucked really hard causing me to cum all over. He lifted me off him and had me roll over and lay down legs together. He sat below my ass, straddling my legs, and slid inside me hitting new spots I hadn't know where there. I looked back and stared into his dark blue eyes. I didn't know what mine showed but he picked up the pace until he was fucking me, hard, pounding inside me over and over, screaming his name I came again and he followed right after, I remember him laying half off my body and me snuggling in. I had felt so content and so full I fell asleep.

An alarm went off, waking me, gods the thing was dreadfully obnoxious I had thought. He jumped up and started getting dressed. I sat up groggily and asked what time it was. He told me I could sleep a bit longer than he would be right back. So I went back to sleep till he came in the room waking me with, "breakfast is ready and we have 20 min to be at work". I got up, went to the restroom cleaned up a little bit, and put on the clothes he had set out for me. I went to ask him for a pair of socks and thought about it his feet were twice the size of my own, so I decided to wear my dirty ones. Disgusted I swore to myself I would start leaving a spare set of clothes in my car.

What will happen next? Find out soon!!
But I can say she is not done with this conquest and will be going through some changes.

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