"Please, come in," she said with a devilish look. "I've been waiting."
 
The handyman looked her over carefully as he stepped into the apartment. The white towel she was wearing did a poor job of concealing her luscious, full breasts and curvaceous legs. A fine film of moisture still covered her body, while her hair was slicked back away from her face and fell gently on one shoulder. She stepped closely past him and shut the door behind him, sliding the deadbolt shut.
 
"I'm sorry for interrupting you like this," he added. "Um, what seems to be the problem?"
 
The apartment was mostly empty, he noted, even though the one who'd called him seemed a little young for being able to afford it by herself. She was, what, probably an undergraduate at the nearby university? Regardless, she strode confidently to the bed, whose sky-blue sheets were slightly mussed. Then she unwrapped the towel and flung it aside, climbing onto the bed and sitting to face him.
 
"Er." The handyman stood transfixed. Their eyes crossed, then his wandered down, past the floating orbs and the erect nipples, down past the smooth tummy and between the partly-crossed legs. She waited for him to get a good look before speaking again.
 
"Care to return the favor?" She nodded at him, and he began obediently began removing his own clothes and approaching tentatively. Since becoming a handyman, he'd dreamed about these sorts of situations, but never had it happened to him in real life. By the time he got his pants off, his member was at full attention. She saw, of course, and licked her lips.
 
"Now I can explain," she began when he was near the bed. A slender hand reached down between her hips and to her delicate spot. Two fingers gently spread her flesh open. Wide open. He marveled at the pulsating pink flesh revealed between her thumb and pinky; he'd never seen someone a girl stretched so wide in person.
 
"I've lost my toy. Can you help me get it out?"
 
He gulped. She wanted him to reach in there? With his hand? Her facial expression told him she meant exactly what he was thinking.
 
"O- okay." She repositioned her legs so he could kneel in front of her. Gently, he stretched out his right arm and stroked his index finger across the inner flesh.
 
"Ohhhhh," she sighed. "That's it... put it in there. I need your whole hand. You need to be able... to grab... ohhhh... it..."
 
Dumbfounded, he aimed further inside and slid his whole hand forward. Her opening greedily engulfed it to the wrist, prompting another set of moans. Soft, wet flesh rippled over his hand.
 
"I don't feel it. Are you sure it's in there?"
 
"Deeper! You have to reach in deeper!"
 
Deeper? She could take more of this? As soon as he thought it was impossible, she grabbed with both hands and shoved his forearm inside to the elbow. He had to bend forward, his face brushing against her soft breasts.
 
"Ohhhh, yeahhh. Keep feeling around, it's in there somewhere," she moaned, but all he could feel was endless, soft flesh. Soon he had dipped past the elbow and up nearly to his shoulder, seemingly impossibly deep in this girl's body.
 
Then his fingers brushed up against something different, slightly cool to the touch. "I think I felt it!"
 
"Keep reaching... ohhhh! That's ittttt!"
 
He stretched forward, unable to grasp it. By this point, his right arm and even his shoulder were engulfed in her vagina. Her labia, well-lubricated and showing her enjoyment, lapped at his armpit and almost his ear, yet still he couldn't grasp the "toy" that she had lost. "You're fucking enormous!" he half-shouted. "I don't think I can reach any further!"
 
"Now you see why I couldn't get it myself!" she replied. "What if you put your head in, too?"
 
"No way! Even you can't stretch that much. That's impossible!"
 
"You wanna bet?" She cradled the back of his head with a hand, and bent her legs to hook around his thighs. Gasping and moaning, she squeezed him towards her opening, which pressed and rubbed moistly against his cheek and underarm. His spare arm pounded aimlessly on the bed next to them. But sure enough, with a squelch and a slurp, the lips of her nethers spread over and swallowed his head.
 
The handyman began to get slightly disoriented; all he could hear was his heartbeat and a few sultry moans echoing through the sound of the flesh rubbing over his ears and face. Her sweet juices overwhelmed his senses of smell and taste; his eyes could make out nothing but pink-tinged darkness. The only sense remaining to him was touch, and with that he could feel many things: her silky legs still shoving him forward; the soft sheets beneath them, now a wrinkled mess; most of all, the firm pussy muscles undulating up and down his outstretched arm; and faintly, a cool, smooth something near the tip of his hand.
 
"I think this is it!" he sputtered unintelligably against the inside of her body, but it seemed she got the message.
 
He distinctly heard her tell him, "Grab it... and... hold... on!" in between moans of pleasure. And although it was certainly bizarre, as long as he could reach a little deeper and grab it, he knew she should be able to pull him out, accomplishing his job. She repaid his efforts thus far by grabbing his rock-solid cock and rubbing it vigorously... so he pushed slightly deeper yet, until even his left shoulder had become halfway buried in her seemingly bottomless cunt.
 
Finally he managed to grasp the thing his fingers had been brushing against. With a mighty tug, he... slipped forward, leaving his left arm pinned to one side as her pussy's opening encircled his upper rib cage. By this point, his client seemed to have passed her last point of self-control, and was moaning at the top of her lungs and gyrating her body wildly. With a titanic force, she arced her hips up and back, lifting his legs and lower body aloft. The handyman abandoned his grip on the "toy" as he suddenly felt himself sinking headfirst at an alarming pace.
 
He wrestled furiously, trying to lift his body up and out, but combined with her thrusting it only caused him to sink deeper. Soon the lips of her cunt had surpassed his belly button and threatened to cross farther over his waistline. His dick flapped against the hungry folds of her oncoming cunt, which inched ever closer.
 
He tried to shout, "Stop! Help!" but to no avail; he could hardly hear his own voice against the raging pleasured howls of the girl engulfing him. His inward progress continued unabated; her secret place took in his member like nothing as his thighs sunk inside. The stimulus and exertion were overwhelming; he blew his load and went limp all over. Her muscles squeezed, gravity tugged, and his knees, calves, ankles, and toes successively fell prey to her cavernous pussy.
 
By the time her vagina sealed shut over the handyman's feet, she was exhausted, and passed out. She awoke, later, in her soiled bed with nary a bulge to show the man that had disappeared inside her. Only a deep, sated sensation consoled her.
 
She sat up and sighed. "It seems I've lost another toy."