The afternoon sun filtered through the stairwell windows as I headed upstairs, my skin still tingling from the fresh bath. Water droplets clung to my curves, but I'd patted most away, letting the warm air dry me naturally. My piercings glinted in the light—delicate silver bars through my stiff nipples, a sparkling ring with a heart in my belly button, and the tiny hoop on my clit that always sent sparks through me when I moved just right. I slipped into loose shorts that rode high on my thick thighs, the fabric whispering against my bare pussy, and a cropped top that hugged my heavy breasts, the outline of my nipple piercings pressing visibly against the thin material. No bra, no panties—why bother? The building was empty at this hour, everyone at work or out, leaving the rooftop terrace and laundry area all to me. I carried my damp towel and a basket of clothes, intending to hang them out and let the breeze tease my body while I dried my hair.
As I reached the top landing, a figure caught my eye near the lift room door—a tall, broad-shouldered Black man in a crisp white shirt tucked neatly into dark pants, his sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He was fiddling with a toolkit, professional and focused, but when I stepped into view, his dark eyes flicked up, scanning me from my bare midriff to my flushed cheeks. He looked again, lingering on the way my crop top strained over my bust, and I felt a shy heat bloom in my core. Swallowing, I approached, basket balanced on my hip.
'Um, hi,' I murmured, voice soft. 'The lift's been acting up—sometimes it jerks or stops between floors. Thought you might be here for maintenance?'
He straightened, towering over me at least a foot taller, his smile warm but edged with something hungry. 'Yeah, routine check. Name's Marcus. Come on in, I'll show you what's going on.' He held the door open, gesturing to the small control room crammed with panels, wires, and a workbench. I hesitated, then climbed the short step inside, the space closing around us like a secret.
He pointed to the control board, explaining in a deep, smooth voice—something about relays and sensors, possible wiring faults that could cause the glitches. I nodded along, trying to focus, but his gaze kept drifting to my chest, where my nipple piercings poked insistently against the fabric, making the peaks look even more prominent. The air felt thicker, charged, and when his explanation dragged on, I stretched my arms overhead, arching my back to relieve the tension. My crop top rode up, exposing the silver ring in my navel, catching the overhead light.
'Cute piercing,' he said, voice dropping an octave, eyes locked on my belly.
I flushed deep crimson, fingers twisting the hem of my top. 'Th-thank you.' My words came out breathy, heart pounding as his stare intensified.
He stepped closer, the toolkit forgotten. 'You got any others? Like...anywhere else?' His tone was casual, but the way he crowded my space made my thighs clench.
Shy heat flooded me, but the thrill won out. Before I could stammer a reply, his large hand gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his solid chest. His lips found my neck, hot and insistent, sucking a trail along the sensitive skin without ever nearing my mouth. I gasped, melting into him, the vanilla from my bath mixing with his clean, musky scent.
'Wait,' I whispered, even as my body arched. 'My rules—no kissing my face, and no... no putting your cock in me. Just... worship me with your mouth and hands. Make me cum like that.'
He chuckled low, the vibration rumbling through me. 'Rules from a shy little thing like you? Bet you're a total slut underneath, dripping for strangers to devour that curvy body.' He nipped my earlobe, then tugged my crop top upward, peeling it off in one smooth motion. My heavy tits spilled free, bouncing slightly, the silver bars through my nipples gleaming. I stood there topless, arms half-raised, but he pinned them down gently, eyes feasting.
'Fuck, look at these fat tits—pierced and perky, nipples hard as diamonds begging to be sucked. And that belly ring? Makes you look like a naughty goddess, all soft and marked for play.' His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling the bars, sending jolts straight to my clit. Then his mouth descended, latching onto one nipple, tongue flicking the piercing while he tugged it lightly with his teeth. I moaned, low and needy, as he sucked hard, popping off to lavish the other, rolling the metal between his lips.
Pleasure zinged through me, pussy already slicking my shorts. He trailed kisses lower—wet, open-mouthed presses over my ribs, around the belly button ring, tongue dipping into my navel to toy with the jewelry. 'Taste so sweet here,' he murmured against my waist, hands kneading my hips. 'Gonna worship every inch, make this belly quiver.'
He sank to his knees, face level with my crotch, fingers hooking into my shorts' waistband. Slowly, teasingly, he dragged them down my thick thighs, exposing my bare mound and the glistening lips of my pussy. The clit hood piercing winked in the light, the tiny hoop framing my swollen nub. I blushed furiously, stepping out of the fabric, now fully naked before this stranger in the dim room.
'Goddamn, a clit piercing too? Spread those legs, cutie—let me see how slutty you really are.' His voice was rough, commanding. Trembling, I parted my thighs, cool air kissing my wetness. He leaned in, breath hot on my folds, then pressed a firm kiss right to my clit, lips closing around the hoop. Gently, he tugged it with his teeth, rolling the piercing on his tongue, and I bucked, a fresh gush of arousal dripping down my inner thigh.
'Already soaking? This pierced pussy's weeping for attention—lips all puffy, clit throbbing like it needs my mouth to ruin it.' His fingers traced my slit, rubbing from entrance to hood, smearing my juices over the piercing. 'Nasty little hole, clenching on nothing. Bet you flash this to maintenance guys on purpose, huh?'
The dirty words made me whimper, hips grinding into his hand. 'Turn around,' he ordered, standing briefly to guide me. 'Lean on the wall, ass out, spread those cheeks.'
I obeyed, palms flat against the cool paneling, arching my back to present my round ass. He gripped my cheeks, prying them apart, exposing my puckered hole and dripping pussy from behind. 'Holy shit, what a view—tight asshole winking, cunt dripping like a faucet. Pierced and perfect, all for me.' I heard a click—his phone, zooming in close, capturing the obscene spread. Heat burned my face, but the exposure only made me wetter, pussy clenching visibly in his lens.
He dropped back to his knees, hands spreading me wider, and dove in. His tongue lapped at my ass first, circling the rim with firm, wet strokes, then down to suck my folds, lips smacking as he devoured. 'Taste that ass, so musky and sweet—gonna eat you till you squirt.' He alternated, tongue thrusting into my pussy, then flicking my clit piercing, tugging it while sucking hard. Fingers joined, rubbing my entrance as his mouth worked my cheeks, kissing and nipping the soft flesh.
The assault built fast—his tongue fucking my hole shallowly, lips pulling at my ass like he couldn't get enough. I came with a cry, walls spasming, juices flooding his face, dripping down my thighs. He groaned, lapping it up, not stopping until I shook.
'Good girl, creaming on my tongue already. Now sit on my lap—face me, tits in my face.' He settled on a low stool by the bench, unzipping just enough to free his lap but keeping his cock tucked away, respecting my boundary. I straddled him naked, thick thighs bracketing his, pussy hovering over his clothed thigh. His mouth attacked my tits immediately—sucking one nipple deep, teeth grazing the bar, while his hand snaked between us.
One thick finger slid into my soaked pussy easily, curling to stroke my walls. 'Tight and greedy—suck my finger like the slut you are.' I gasped, rocking down as he pumped slowly, thumb circling my clit piercing. He switched tits, biting the underside, leaving red marks around the jewelry.
'Two now,' he growled, adding another digit, scissoring them to stretch me. The fullness made me whine, pleasure coiling tight as he finger-fucked me steadily, mouth slurping on my breast. 'Feel that? Your pierced cunt's gripping me, milking these fingers like it wants more.'
I nodded, breaths ragged, chasing the rhythm. 'Three—take it all, cutie.' The third finger pushed in, thick and insistent, filling me to the brim without breaching my no-go. He thrust deep, knuckles bumping my clit, twisting to hit that spot while his lips tugged my nipple piercing hard. Overload hit— I gasped sharply, orgasm ripping through me, pussy squirting around his hand, soaking his pants and the floor.
I stood shakily, his fingers withdrawing with a wet pop. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes locked on mine. 'Mmm, your cum tastes like candy—sweet and filthy from that naughty pierced hole.' He palmed my tits, kissing each melon roughly, tongue laving the piercings. 'These udders are made for sucking, bouncing while you get finger-banged. You're a dripping mess, cutie—pussy wrecked, ass eaten, tits marked. Next month's full maintenance; I'll be back to ruin you again.'
He pulled out his phone, showing me the pic—a close-up of my spread ass and pussy, piercings shining, lips parted and glossy. 'Look at this slutty shot. You'll meet me, I know it—craving more of this tongue and fingers on your holes.' With a final grope of my breasts, he leaned down, kissing my tits once more, then dropped to one knee for a last suck on my clit piercing, tugging it with his lips until I whimpered.
He straightened, tucking his phone away, and left the room with a wink, door clicking shut. I slumped against the wall, body humming, piercings tingling from his attention. The pic burned in my mind—filthy proof of my secret hunger—and I knew he'd be right; I'd be waiting, wet and ready.