Broken By The Plumber’s Cock [3]

SONIA

Before I could say anything, he grabbed me under my thighs and lifted me like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck, my breasts pressing against his sweaty chest.

God, he was built like a bull, his shoulders wide, his arms thick, probably from years of hard work. He carried me the few steps to the bathroom sink and set my ass right on the cold marble edge.

“Spread your legs for me, slut,” He ordered.

I obeyed, opening my thighs wide. My pussy was already swollen and aching, yet still dripping with need. He stepped between them, lined up his still-hard cock, and pushed in deep in one smooth thrust.

“Ahhh!” I moaned loudly.

Fuck, this angle was different. Deeper. His fat cock stretched my pussy walls perfectly, hitting spots Fred had never reached before since our five years of marriage.

“Fuck, you're so tight,” He groaned, gripping my hips hard.

He started fucking me right there on the sink, his hips slamming forward. The mirror behind me showed everything: my flushed face, my bouncing tits, his powerful body driving into me.

The bathroom was filled with wet, sloppy sounds as he pounded me.

“You like plumber cock better than your husband's little dick, don't you?” He taunted, thrusting harder.

“Yes... yes, I do,” I cried, holding onto his shoulders. “It's so much bigger... so much better… fuck…”

He grinned and leaned down, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while he fucked me. His tongue swirled around the hard bud, then he bit gently, making me gasp.

His hand moved between us and found my clit again, rubbing it in fast circles as he drove deeper.

“Oh god... right there,” I whimpered.

The sink creaked under us. My legs shook uselessly around his waist. Every thrust made my breasts bounce wildly. He switched to the other nipple, sucking harder, his stubble scratching my soft skin.

He pulled back a little, looking down to watch his thick cock disappear inside my pink, throbbing pussy. “Look at that greedy cunt swallowing me whole. Your husband doesn't fuck you like this, does he?”

“No... he doesn't,” I moaned, my head falling back against the mirror.

“Say it louder.”

“He doesn't fuck me like this!” I cried out as he slammed in especially deep.

“Good girl.” He sped up, his balls slapping against my ass. The pressure on my clit was too much. I came again suddenly, my pussy squeezing his cock tight, juices dripping down onto the sink counter.

But he didn't stop. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, grunting like an animal. ‘That's it... milk my cock.”

After a few more hard thrusts, he pulled out, his cock glistening. I was dizzy, my body buzzing. He lifted me again like a toy, carrying me out of the bathroom completely naked.

We left a trail of wet drops on the floor as he walked down the short hallway to the bedroom.

He kicked the door open and tossed me onto the big bed. I bounced on the mattress, my hair messy, my body marked with his handprints. He climbed over me, looking huge and dangerous in the dim light.

“On your back,” He commanded.

He grabbed one of my legs and hooked it over his broad shoulder, folding me almost in half. Then he pushed back inside my pussy in one deep stroke.

“Fuuuuck!” I screamed.

My God! This position let him go even deeper. His heavy balls rested against my ass as he buried every inch. I feel so fucking full!

He started thrusting hard, his hips slapping against me. “Take this fat plumber cock. This is what you needed, isn't it? While your husband is at work, you're getting your holes wrecked.”

“Yes... please... don't stop,” I begged, my voice breaking.

His hand went back to my clit, rubbing it fast and rough while he fucked me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the bedroom. Sweat dripped from his chest onto my breasts. He looked down at me with dark eyes, enjoying every moan I made.

“Play with your tits for me,” He ordered.

I grabbed my own breasts, squeezing them, pinching my nipples. He watched hungrily and leaned down to slap one tit hard. The sting mixed with pleasure, making me cry out.

“You like that?” He slapped the other one, then squeezed both roughly, his fingers digging in. “These tits are mine today.”

He lowered his head and sucked hard on one nipple again, pulling it deep into his mouth while he kept pounding my pussy. His cock was hitting that sweet spot over and over. I was losing control, my body trembling under him.

He fucked me faster, his hips moving like a machine. The pressure built again, but this time it was too intense. Tears started spilling from my eyes as the pleasure became almost painful.

“It’s too much…” I cried, my voice shaky. “You're so deep... I can't…”

“You can and you will,” He growled, not slowing down. He rubbed my clit even harder. “Cry for me, slut. Show me how good this dick feels.”

I started sobbing from the overwhelming sensations, my body shaking. Tears ran down my cheeks, but my hips kept pushing up to meet his thrusts. He loved it. He slapped my tit again, then squeezed hard, twisting my nipple.

“Fuck, you're crying on my cock? So fucking hot,” He groaned. “Your pussy is gripping me like it never wants to let go.”

He kept going, hard and relentless. The bed creaked loudly under us. My leg over his shoulder made me feel completely open to him. He could go as deep as he wanted, and he did.

“Look at me,” He demanded. I did, my eyes wet with tears. “Tell me whose pussy this is now.”

“Yours... it's yours,” I whimpered through sobs.

He smiled darkly and started rubbing my clit in tight, fast circles again. “Good. Then come for your plumber again.”

I exploded. My whole body convulsed, my pussy clamping down on his thick cock. I cried out loud, tears flowing freely as the strongest orgasm yet ripped through me. My juices squirted around his cock, soaking the sheets.

He fucked me through it, grunting with every thrust. “That's my girl. Soak the bed.”

Even after I came, he didn't stop. He kept pounding, his balls slapping wetly. He grabbed my other leg too, folding both over his shoulders now, pressing me down into the mattress. The new angle made me see stars.

“You're going to take every drop again,” he rasped, his pace turning brutal. "Gonna fill this married pussy up."

“Please... fill me,” I begged, still crying from the intensity.

He slammed in deep one last time and roared. His cock pulsed hard inside me as thick ropes of hot cum flooded my pussy.

I felt every spurt, warm and sticky, filling me completely. Some leaked out around his cock as he kept grinding, making sure it went as deep as possible.

We stayed like that for a long minute, both panting hard. My legs trembled on his shoulders. Tears still ran down my face, but I felt satisfied in a way I had never felt before.

This is exactly what I needed.

Fuck, I feel so fulfilled.

Finally, he pulled out slowly. A river of his cum poured from my stretched pussy onto the bed. He looked down at the mess with pride.

“Look at that,” He said, running his fingers through the leaking cum and pushing it back inside me. “Your husband is never going to know his wife got properly fucked today.”

He collapsed beside me and pulled me against his strong chest. His hand lazily played with my sore breasts, squeezing them gently now.

“I'm not leaving this house until I've used every hole at least twice,” He whispered in my ear. “You called for a plumber... but you got a new owner instead.”

I shivered at his words, already feeling my body heat up again. The afternoon was still young, and this plumber was far from finished with me.