Gold Tier Story - High Quality Wood (Patreon)

At the tender age of twenty eight years old Sherri was finally a homeowner and while she felt the glitz and glamour of finally purchasing her own piece of property the excitement of the housewarming party and presents was quickly fading once she realized simply all the repairs that had been covered up in her excitement of having her own home. Renovations she had reasoned that would be easy to do on her own had become a goliath of a mess that required visits from contractors to not only repair the mess she’d made of it but to get what she was looking for in the first place. Contractors had become a semi-regular event at the Mayim household, spending a few days at a time while the electric saws cut through the tranquil silence like a sudden mechanical blade. Or the repeated hissing and pumping with a loud CLACK every time a corded high powered electric nail-gun snapped against its destination. 

Today on this bright sunny afternoon in the tranquil palm tree paradise a lone contractor was performing touch ups on a patio that had sudden need of repair. The tall equine that she had hired over a handyman app stood in the sun with his muscular body dripping beads of sweat. She had selected him for his qualifications she assured herself when she stared at his profile on her phone screen almost a week ago. His name was Ben St. James, and his grinning pose, hands on his hips, muscles exposed in a white tank top and cargo pants had distracted her from reading too much of his profile. Sherri had tried not to stare from her perch near the breakfast nook that overlooked the patio and the carbon copy of a profile pic Clydesdale hoss that sweat over the repairs. The curtains drawn open to let in the sunshine she reasoned but she often found her eyes glancing at the mammoth equine that stood well over eight feet tall. His white tank that practically strained to keep over his masculine form almost tearing at any moment with the cotton loosened only by stains of sweat that outlined the pooling droplets.

The only thing she had not gleaned from his profile info and the mouth watering picture of a man sculped of muscle from manual labor was the thick scent that had invaded her nostrils. Over the past week it had slowly become a nuisance that left her unfulfilled in the darkest reaches of late night hours. Her body churning with excitement that she alone could not fulfill as she lay upon the bed trying to conjure together a coalition of pleasures and sensations that could keep her mind from wandering to the depth of fantasy that grew more deviant, disgraceful, and worst of all… tantalizing each and every night. With bated breath frenzied in the need for release her slickened fingertips stained with her pussy juices, breasts full and nipples leaking droplets of milk, she accepted defeat of her own body and silently whimpered herself to sleep. His scent had driven her mad with eagerness, her swollen puffy pussy practically drooling and sticking to the cushioned seat around the breakfast table as she struggled to keep her sanity. 

“Miss Sherri,” The broad male called out, his deep voice sending a chill along her spine as she wondered if he knew she was staring at him this whole time while she tried to look distracted by her phone and a snack bowl of holiday M&Ms. “I want you to take a look at this.”

She could have sworn that his voice practically hammered against the glass of the French doors, or maybe it was the way her fingertips twirled in her locks and how she shuddered that made it seem like the world moved to his deep tone. “Coming..” She called back and gathered herself as best she could before walked across the back yard to the patio that had demanded repairs.

“So.” He stood up tall with his hands upon his waist looking over to the patio with a tip of his crème colored muzzle. “I had to replace more than just the loose floorboards, the dry rot had spread pretty bad and you know with the price of lumber..” 

The slight twinge of arousal was quickly replaced by a furrowed brow. “Wait, that doesn’t sound right, how much did you have to replace?” 

His green eyes looked innocent to her accusations, his shoulders shrugging. “You told me to fix it, I did. If I only replaced the three floorboards then you’d have me back here in a few months with the next ones rotting out and I’d have to replace those other floorboards too. I replaced the whole deck with brand new floorboards.” He offered a gentle smile, she could feel the enthusiasm over her brand new patio melting away and she was sure he saw it upon her face as well. “Hey, now the rot is completely contained and as long as you keep an eye on it you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

When she’d looked over the house she thought she’d done such a good job of noticing flaws and repairs that needed to be done but she had been so enamored by the pool and the beautiful patio cabana that she didn’t think to move the wooden sofa seats that creaked when she sat on them. She didn’t consider moving the furniture where underneath lay a grotesque blemish on her newly closed on home, rot and fungus that made her want to gag had been underneath and like many other repairs on the house it always came back more than the quoted price to fix. “Ugh..” She held her fingertips upon the bridge of her face, “I just asked you to replace the damaged floorboards.. nothing more than that because I read you can use a fungicide to keep the other pieces of wood from rotting..” 

Her bevy of knowledge well researched from Wikipedia and Ask dot com was met with a grouchy and indignant snort from the now glaring Clydesdale. “Well if you think yer internet friends can fix a fungus then why didn’t you call them?” He was a contractor, a repair man, a handy man with years of knowledge building homes and fixing appliances, a hoss of all trades but he considered his form of home repair an art. She hired him for his expertise. “You would have hurt yourself if you let it go.” He picked up one of the pieces of wood that looked seemingly fine without a blemish of rot or fungi anywhere to be seen. His bulging muscles that were toned from years of work hardly seemed to strain as the inch thick floorboard was bent and snapped in two before Sherri’s eyes. Her hear thumped and her eyes widened, she felt goosebumps roll along her neck. “See?”

“That doesn’t prove anything!” Sherri retorted and stepped forward a feisty girl with her eyes glaring up at him, her fingertip jabbing into the fleshy steel muscles of his chest. Trying to ignore that her digit touched against the groove ripple of his form, her tail twitching slightly, she refused to back down as her eyes glared up at him. Her small figure could have been snapped as easily as the board but she refused to back down. “You’re a freaking..” She tried to size him up, “Eight foot tall, three hundred pound, behemoth! You could probably crack a cinder block or some dumb karate macho stuff like that let alone any of these floorboards.” 

She had questioned his craftsmanship albeit uknowingly and his eyes were alight with passion as he firmly but carefully gripped at her wrist with his massive hand. His grip tight but to her surprise he didn’t shatter her wrist in his fingertips, he knew how hard to hold her still. “This is pure Brazillian walnut, Tabebuia Serratifolia. It is not a composite wood or engineered crap. It has a Janka hardness rating of 3,680.” His eyes gazed at her as she tried to comprehend his lecture, “A stability of 8.0 perfect for outdoor use. You wanted the best? This is the best.” His head leaned down until their eyes were locked on each other, his large nostrils flaring as he gave a snort of finality. “It. Will. Not. Break.” 

Her heart was pounding with adrenaline and she could feel her fingertips trembling as she tried to think up something to say, something to respond with against his in depth knowledge of cumbersome facts that had wrenched her desires against her. “Oh.. Oh yeah? Prove it!” She sputtered while trying to ignore the heavy masculine scent that was driving her thighs to rub together.

His eyes stared at her as her brow tried to stay glaring and angry, did he see the droplets of sweat that was now forming upon the sides of her cheeks? Did he catch the scent of her soppy wet pussy that was leaking desire along her thighs? Could he hear the pounding of her heart against her chest, and could he feel the way her breathing had increased, dragging in deeper panting breaths of his intoxicating musk that rolled along her tongue and caught her body locked in the nascent heat that had been stirring inside her this past week. 

Or was it all pure chance and a brash decision that led him to tugging at the side of her shirt with the opposite hand while his first dragged a thumb along her wrist. “As you wish..” His deep voice echoing along her body like a bass that stirred her to her core, before she could react his muzzle had touched upon hers and she felt his lips against her own, his thick broad tongue that pushed against her mouth as massive to her lips as he was to her body, filling her mouth with a thick squishy soft muscular tongue that overwhelmed her oral senses. 

The taste of his thick broad tongue was simply overwhelming as she stood there trembling with her knees threatening to buckle. His hand tugging at the cloth upon her top while she was so distracted by his deep tongue fucking of her mouth she didn’t notice that her breasts had been revealed and her top tugged and cast aside. She was simply rolling with pleasure her body churning as his tongue dug deep inside her mouth and teased at the roof, licking and smearing his thick saliva against her mouth until he popped free with a wet grunt and Sherri looking utterly stunned with her eyes almost glazed over as she panted for air. “Hahh.. Gwuhh.. mhuhh..” Sherri said dumbfoundedly as he lifted at her body, peeling one leg out from her tight lazy day wear sweatpants while she remained lifted and balanced upon his muscular frame.. when suddenly she was turned upside down and pushed against the floorboard. 

One hand held tightly upon her ankle while she watched with bated breath as his other hand started to push against the side of his cargo pants with a heartstopping stare of his emerald equine eyes. His cock protruded into her field of view, not even noticing that he had exposed his massive hossdick and let the veiny flared length flop lazily free. A deeper pungent scent of musk beyond the droplets of cumulated sweat and masculine pheromones that emanated from his form suddenly became swelled between her flared sapphire blue nostrils. Her bright blue pussy lips and the swollen tint around her pussy labia almost impossibly more ripe twitched excitedly as she saw his cock throbbing in front of her with a threatening pulsation of his cock that extended the length and made it slightly more rigid than the split second before.

Again. And again. And again. Over and over it happened as she stared with her pawtoes clenching in anxiety and desperate anticipation, his fat prick leaking slick precum along the shaft as Sherri huffed for air awaiting the moment of truth. “Well.. What the fuck are you waiting for you asshole?!” Sherri barked out having lost her patience, her pussy was on fire and her abdomen was craving pleasure, her womb screaming at her subconscious to not wait another second. Her body demanding at her like feral Bengal tiger claws raking down her back with incessant demands that this massive cock plunge inside of her, cram her womb with its girth, and this stunning epitome of masculinity in equine form breed her with a litter of foalpups! 

His cock as muscular and rock hard as the chiseled muscles that rippled down his form placed the bulbous tip against her nectar brimming blue petals. She felt a pressure against her mons from inside, her mouth agape as she felt air trying to suck down into her throat and fill her lungs but to no avail. Her eyes wide as a hand snapped up to her muzzle and a fingertip clenched between her teeth as his dick sank slowly, almost painfully into her primed pussy canal. Her toes squeezed into themselves until little popping crackles caused his slender oval ears to twitch. His hands brought to her thighs as he held her in place and slowly sunk down with his hips filling her body just as she wished with the entirety of his massive pulsating veiny organ. 

Deeper and deeper his cock filled into her body until his cocktip came to a stubborn end of her depths with the base of his cock and medial ring still exposed. She was about to caution him that he was at her depths but his equine teeth quickly bared as he peeled his hips back with his spine balanced using her thighs and body as leverage his muscular thighs came crashing back down inside her. The squelching sound of her fully occupied puppycunt echoing against the morning sounds in her backyard paradise. “Guawhhh.. AHuahhh Huahhh.. Huaahhh.. Ghuahhh!” Sherri’s mouth widened and bared her full fangs as her tail thumped against the ground, her entire form shaking as he lay himself against her body with the full power of his frame. 

His hips retracting and her pussy squeezing upon his shaft caused her abdomen to lift into the air only to be slammed back down against the Brazilian walnut wood flooring, vibrations of pleasure rippled along her form that tingled at pleasure centers tucked away throughout her body. The repeated pumping of his hips slamming her abdomen into the wood and the concussion that resounded bringing the nerve endings that filled along her body to light with pleasure that echoed throughout the depths of her core. Her heavy breasts jiggled and her mouth gaped open wide, gasping for air he stared down at her with his tight grip holding upon her thigh and her ankle with proud confidence and victorious vindication. “Three.. Thousand.. Six hundred.. Eighty..” He grunted as his hips reared back, her eyes widening and she was slammed harder against the wood than before. It pained at her asscheeks like a paddle spanking and her voice cried out with a mixed shriek of pleasure.

Speed. Pressure. Force. All three of these elements rained down upon her body as his cock rut inside of her, spanking at her ass repeatedly as his hips smacked against her body his heavy bloated balls swinging and SHLAPPing against her exposed frame as he stretched the depths of her body with ever furthering thrusts of his hips. His powerful polished hooves caused the wood to scream as it took the pressure of a rutting horse fucking a bitch in heat. Her eyes watering from the intensity as her fingertips clutched onto the only thing she could grab, the hem of his cargo pants gripped into her sapphire polished fingertips as her upper back arched along with her from, her head now tapping against the floorboard, not as hard as her asscheeks but hard enough to where her body would be bruised and sore the following day. “Haharr.. Harder.. Deeeeeperrr! I.. I don’t..” Sherri grit her teeth as she almost choked upon her own tongue for lack of oxygen. “Want… Any… LESS!.. THAN THE BEST!”

“Whrrhahhhrhr..”

A whinny of vigor rolled through him as he clenched his blunt teeth and his eyes stared down at the girl who was awash in pleasure, unseeing by her squinted eyelids and her body simply a mess unable to control her own pleasure. His hips railed against her and his cock dug even deeper, the medial ring threatening to penetrate inside as the full girth of his cock lay outlined along her abdomen, the squishy juices of her pussy squirting out from the sheer force of pressure as his dick railed inside simply causing her nectarjuices to have nowhere to go other than outside the squeezing momentary gaps of her contracting cunt upon his shaft. 

She felt it, her eyes widening and her fingertips almost clawing at the side of her face, puncture holes of her clawtips tore through the fabric of his khaki cargo pants and her entire body contracted as a surge of orgasm shot through her form while at the same time his thick flared equine cockmeat suddenly erupted inside of her body with the medial ring mashing its way past her cuntlips and the full base of his musky cock kissing against her cuntmound. His heavy and achingly swollen balls pulsed against her asscheeks and her tail wound around the side of his ankle as was immediately flooded with hot glutting globs of cum that bubbled inside of her fertile bitch in heat womb. Her ovaries screamed against her body as she accepted with eager pleasure the hot potent sperm that surrounded and smothered her insides with fertile spurts of jizz, overwhelming her form until her stomach bloated with pungent hosspunk. 

It all ended too soon for Sherri, yet much to her dismay she doubted that she could withstand another barrage from the calvary. Her eyes flittered open as wet strings landed upon her muzzle, the heavy scent of cockmeat burning at her nose as she was brought back to the world. Ben was standing over her, shaking off his dick of excess spunk like she was merely a cumrag rather than a highly prized client who had hired him. “Good.” He said with a grunt, “I was afraid you passed out.” 

Sherri’s eyelids drooped for a moment, covering her brown hues before they lifted another moment later still trying to connect the world back to her consciousness but Ben didn’t seem to be that concerned. “This project is on me, got that?” Another achingly slow blink and his ear twitched with his eyes squinting down at her. “I’m saying you don’t have to pay.”

“Oh… awesome..” Paying money for things sucked, it was so much better when she didn’t have to. “I like that.”

“Good.” He said tucking his cock away into his baggy cargo khakis with a finesse that would rival Fuller and Kohl’s famous Vegas Shows. “Because I’m coming back next week.” ZZZRRP! “I plan on doing more stress tests in the future.”