Broken By The Plumber’s Cock [2]

SONIA

“Hi,” I returned, composing myself. “Yes, I'm Mrs Baker. Are you the plumber?”

He nodded once. “Yes, I am. We received the call for a broken bathroom faucet.”

“Yes… come in.” I stepped aside, deliberately letting my robe slip just a little off one shoulder.

I could have sworn he stared… or maybe it was my imagination playing tricks on me.

He stepped inside, and I shut the door, trying to suppress the excitement bubbling up inside me. Then I told him to follow me upstairs, and he obliged.

I was wearing nothing underneath, so as I climbed up the stairs with him coming up behind, I made sure the bathrobe flowed so he could see my naked, bouncing ass.

I led him to the bathroom, where the faucet was dripping slowly.

“Here it is. Can you fix it?” I asked, voice velvety.

“Nothing I can't handle.” He replied, setting his toolbox down, knelt in front of the sink, and got to work, his tools clinking softly.

He bent forward, focused, his perfect ass tight in those jeans.

I ran my eyes all over him.

God!

His back flexed under the shirt as he twisted a wrench, beads of sweat already plastered at his neck from the warm house.

His biceps bunched as he worked, the faint outline of his abs shifting with every move he made.

I swallowed, my eyes shifting lower. God, the thick bulge in his jeans was so obvious even though he wasn’t hard.

Mmm.

My pussy ached again, mouth watering instantly. I'm sexually starved and frustrated. My husband wouldn't touch me. And this man… God, this man was gorgeous.

So fucking gorgeous!

And packing down there!

I've always been a faithful, loving wife throughout the five years of our marriage, but this pussy needs some real, live dick, not a dildo or a vibrator. And my husband won't give me his.

Burning lust and desire overpowered every sense of morality I had.

Fuck it!

I stepped closer, leaning against the doorframe, letting the robe fall open a bit more, showing the inner curve of my breast and the shadow between my thighs.

“You’re really good with your hands,” I said softly.

He glanced up, then back to his work. “Just doing my job, ma’am.”

I smiled, moved behind him, then ran my fingers lightly down his arm. “You don’t have to be so formal. I’m lonely here all day… maybe you could help with more than the faucet.”

He froze, set the wrench down carefully, then slowly rose to his feet and turned to face me. “Mrs. Baker… I’m married to my work. And this…” He gestured between us, “...isn’t part of the service. I’m flattered, but no.”

God, he even just got hotter by declining.

He was respectful and calm, but his eyes dipped to my open robe for a second too long. This time, I wasn't imagining it.

I didn’t back off. I stepped closer, then pressed my palm to his hard, firm chest. I felt his heartbeat do a little flip.

“Just once.” I bit down on my lower lip in a slow, seductive motion, giving him my sexy eyes, “No one has to know. I need this.”

He gaped at me, not moving. My hand moved lower, brushing against the fabric of his jeans, feeling his bulge.

He turned pink, startled, taking a step back sharply, bumping the sink in the process. “Please… ma'am… I’m asking you nicely…” His voice came out rough and coarse, “Let me finish the job and go.”

I bit harder on my lip, deciding to try one more time. I stepped closer, cornering him against the sink. I slid my hand again to his bulge.

Ooof! God, he was half-hard already! He clearly wants this but is pretending not to.

He caught my wrist, his touch gentle but firm. “Stop. I mean it. I don’t want trouble.”

His voice shook just a little. Yeah, he was probably fighting his desires.

I pulled my hand free, then watched him exhale hard, like he was relieved.

Then he turned back to the sink, quickly packed his tools, wrench, pliers, everything into the box as though his life depended on it. He snapped the box shut. “I’ll send someone else tomorrow. Bill’s on the counter.”

He started for the door.

I moved fast, grabbing his arm and yanking him around. Then I slammed him against the wall and threw myself against him, crashing my mouth to his, rough and desperate. My tongue pushed past his lips, my hands fisting his shirt.

For one heartbeat, he stood frozen. I thought he was going to push me away… hmm! Guess what?

He didn't.

He snapped.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, and his hands clamped on my hips. He kissed me back like he was starving, teeth clashing, tongue deep. He walked me backward until my ass hit the sink counter.

He yanked the robe open completely. It dropped at my feet. I was naked underneath. His eyes raked over me, hungry now.

Looks like he's done pretending.

“Fuck it,” He muttered. “You want this so bad? Huh?”

“Yes… please…”

“I'm gonna give it to you then.” He growled, wrapped his hand around my neck and pulled me closer. “I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your husband’s name.”

“Mmm, don't threaten me with a good time.”

He spun me around sharply and bent me over the counter, my tits pressing against the cold marble, the mirror fogging from our breaths.

He smacked my ass hard, extracting a sharp cry from me, then he kicked my legs wider.

He shoved his jeans down just enough, his beautiful, massive cock springing free, now fully rock-hard, veins pulsing. He wrecked the base of his cock and slapped it against my entrance, then slammed in.

The thrust was brutal and knocked the air from my lungs. I cried out, my eyes watering from the burn of his massive cock stretching me wide.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me back, a guttural groan escaping my lips.

“You like that, huh?” He gritted his teeth, thrusting harder and deeper, “You like having my fat cock in your ass?”

“Yes…” I cried out.

He yanked my hair closer to his, running his tongue through my collarbone. “Does your husband fuck you as good as this?”

“No…” I choked out the words, legs trembling.

“Beg for it then.”

He didn’t stop, nor did he slow down. Instead, he just fucked me harder and faster, his big balls snapping against my ass, wet slaps echoing off the tiles.

Every stroke he gave drove deep, hitting that heavenly spot that made my toes curl. His hand tightened on my hair, pulling my head up so I watched us in the mirror: my flushed face, mouth open in moans, his jaw clenched, eyes dark with lust.

“Beg for it.”

“Please…” I whimpered, tears spilling from my eyes.

“Please, what, you slut?” He groaned, smacking my ass again, still grinding deep inside.

“Please… give it to me.” I pleaded like the slut I was, pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts, moaning, begging. “Harder… don't stop… fuck me…”

“Yeeeaahh!” He grunted, his pace turning ragged and extremely brutal. “Take it. Take every fucking inch, you needy little thing.”

I cried out loud this time. It burned. God, it burned. I can't take it anymore…

“It hurts… wait… ahh… wait…”

His hand moved, covering my mouth sharply, stifling my cries. His other hand slid under me, his rough fingers found my clit. Then rubbed it like never before in fast, merciless circles.

I came hard… shaking, screaming muffledly into his hand. My pussy clamped down on him, pulsing and milking him.

He fucked me through it, chasing his own release. My eyes rolled back.

God, is there another heaven other than this? Because I do not want to go there. This one's just perfect for me.

“Gonna fill you,” He rasped. “Gonna come so deep… fuck… I'm coming… I'm com..”

He slammed in one last time, buried to the hilt, a rough and long groan rumbling from his throat.

Hot and thick, endless spurts flooded my insides. I felt every pulse and twitch. Cum leaked out around his cock, dripping down my thighs.

We stayed locked like that, panting and trembling, his chest heaving against my back.

Then he pulled out slowly, his thick cock still twitching and shiny with our mixed juices. A thick glob of his cum dripped from my stretched asshole down my thigh. I was still shaking, my legs weak, my breath coming in short gasps.

“I'm not done with you yet,” He growled, his voice low and rough. “This pussy is nowhere filled.”