1 comments/ 51045 views/ 2 favorites A Plumber's Tale By: jusduit This kind of thing happens all the time! I have had a few experiences myself, though perhaps I was just not smart or cool enough as Jordon Poole to bring it to this level. Enjoy the story! ============================== Jordon Poole wrenched himself free of the clinging, though sleeping woman. Even unconscious, she seemed to devour him. He slowly pulled his limp dick from her hungry pussy. She moaned at his absence, but failed to wake, clutching instead at his still warm pillow and pulling it down between her meaty thighs. "Jeezus!" He thought, it's almost frightening! The woman is insatiable! Self preservation told him he could not take his eyes off her until he was clear of the bed, and positively beyond her reach. He wasn't taking the slightest chance of being pulled back in by this Scylla of a woman. Like the mythological character, she seemed to have endless appendages to entrap and please him, and more than one head to work him over until he could stand no more. The myths were wrong - she'd not become a rock outcropping after all! Hercules would shiver in the timbers of his boat if he knew. She lived! And now commanded Jordon's bed, and his body! He had to get out of his own apartment fast if he were to survive the most thorough and exhausting fucking he'd ever had. He stepped past his dresser on his way to the bathroom, picking up a fresh set of briefs and socks. He snagged a "T" from the second drawer and left it open to avoid making unnecessary noise. Brushing his teeth and splashing a little water on his face was all he dared for fear of waking the monster up, and he scooped up his jeans from the floor and stepped into his shoes as he quietly but quickly passed out the door. "Phew!" He sighed as he buckled his pants. He walked down the outside deck to the stairs leading to the ground floor and quickly opened the locked door of his truck, using the key, not the electronic lock that beeped when pressed. He stepped in slowly, leaving the door ajar, and started the engine. The red, Dodge Ram 3500 Quad Cab SLT, burbled to life and quieted quickly to a purr with enough power to back him away from the building with no additional coaxing necessary. He even let it's idle speed move the truck a half block away before he gave it anymore gas. It wasn't until he did so that he breathed a final sigh of relief and began to think of what he would do with the time before his first job. "Coffee!" He announced to no one, accustomed to speaking to his truck in the absence of people. The drive to a nearby Denny's was less than five minutes, and at five-thirty in the morning unencumbered even by traffic lights. He let the engine idle a few seconds before cutting its ignition and leaving the cab, still just a bit shaky from the vigorous night of bed-bound warfare. This breakfast was going to hit all the right buttons indeed. "Hi, Jordon. Up a bit early, aren't we?" She winked at him as she slid the plastic covered menu across the booth table. "You should know, Rita," He smiled back at her and raised the familiar listing as if to read what he already knew. He and Rita were not unfamiliar with each other's bodies either. Several times she had dropped by after work on the morning shift and waited patiently for his return, usually mid-afternoon. Rita was not an unwelcome sight on the stairs to the second floor deck, but she just wasn't his type either, a bit too clingy and a bit too chatty. To her credit, she was totally non-judgmental and seemed to have not a flake of jealousy in her. She knew he was a poster bachelor, and seeing different women all the time, many thinner than her hundred and fifty pounds, but she never complained. Jordon liked her for the person she was. He hoped she didn't think he was doing her a favor on those days when he'd take her up to his apartment and let her please him until dinner when just as he was about to slip her the salami, she'd have to leave for some almost forgotten engagement. He wondered if maybe she had some kind of disease, or maybe she was trying to remain faithful to someone else. In any case, she always gave him the blowjob and other masturbatatorial ministrations of fantasies run amuck, and for that he was grateful. He did wish he could culminate their sex for her too, but she absolutely refused anything but hand and mouth manipulation. Odd, but hey, we all have a right. "Yes, I do know, don't I?" She smiled devilishly and let a hand brush under her pendulous breasts. "So are you coming home early today?" Jordon's internal reaction was one of dread, no more! "I uh, sorry, Rita. I had a rough night and a big day ahead. Maybe tomorrow? Or some other time?" "Tomorrow then, big fella. I'll bring some 'aids', if you know what I mean." She winked again and smiled before turning and flinging over her shoulder, "I'll get you your breakfast." "Aids!" Did she have to use that word? He wondered if he'd be up to another fling with Rita with only thirty hours to recover from the serpent tailed, twelve legged, six headed voracious sea monster still occupying his bed. Hell, he thought, would she even leave! Six miles away, Moira Langston spooned snuggly up against her sleeping husband. Over his shoulder she could see the red, digital readout on the clock radio on the nightstand. They had a half hour before the alarm. She shook her head to flip her long wavy hair up and over his exposed upper arm where it hung down and grazed the skin of his chest. Her breasts were softly pushed up against his back, and her thighs pressed against the back of his, her loins against his ass. Breathing softly down the back of his neck, she quietly slipped her arm over him, just below the narrowest section of his waist, and let her left hand's long slender fingers extend fully. Slowly, she pulled her arm back to assist in making contact with his early morning hard on. His spine stiffened at her touch as if he'd just stuck his finger into a socket. "Unnn..." He groaned. Moira tried not to hear. His tone was not a welcome one. Though this approach had worked flawlessly in their first year or two of marriage, its effectiveness had diminished over time until even this brazen act scarcely worked at all anymore. So far, she'd refused to let herself believe their marriage was going the way all her friends had predicted, based they claimed, on their own experience. "The climate changes, Moira," One said, putting it rather disturbingly, "Winter sets in and just never leaves." She ignored his complaining groan and began to stroke his meat in long slow pulls, a technique he had taught her early on. She squeezed firmly on his shaft and moved its entire sheath along its length, then back, never touching the head with her own skin, only his. Her spirits climbed suddenly when she felt a pulse run through the member's veins, followed by a noticeable, further hardening of its trunk. Encouraged, she increased her pace and pressure. "Honey! What time is it? Damnit, I have to work in the morning!" He moved his head on the pillow but not his body. It could have been a dismissal, or a man saying "No," when he really meant, "Yes!" Moira let her little finger separate from its locked fist to touch his ball sac each time she pumped his prick back into its socket. She knew he liked this sensation too, along with the one her other hand was about to perform, gliding down his crack from behind. She allowed herself a smile at her husband's inevitable capitulation. "Stop, Babe!" He rolled over on her ass-bound hand, his weight forcing her to withdraw her other hand to push him back a moment so she could remove herself from beneath him. She pulled away and rolled over on her back, releasing his cock like a hot pan handle. She exhausted in one breath, her entire passion to take and be taken by her husband. "Damnit to HELL!" She screamed silently to herself. She was nearing the end of her rope. An hour and a half later, she was cleaning up the last of the breakfast dishes and looking around the kitchen and dinette table for any more. Seeing none, she closed the dishwasher and hung the towel she'd used to dry the frying pan. The morning had evolved from one of hope and lust to habitual routine and boredom. Stepping over to the calendar beside the back door she pointed toward the date and said aloud, "Oh! That's right!" The plumber was coming today. Something different was in store after all, even if it was just to install the new pedestal sink in the foyer bathroom. She looked at her wrist and realized she'd been so distracted by her frustration she'd forgotten to put on her watch. Short of that, she looked over at the microwave and eyed the time as eight-ten, only twenty minutes before the plumber was due. She looked instinctively down at her robe, calculated the time it would take to get "decent" for the public, and rushed out of the kitchen and back up the stairs. Halfway up, the doorbell rang. Jordon rang the bell again, hoping like hell yet another customer hadn't forgotten scheduling his work today. Admittedly, he was early, but he'd never heard a complaint about that. Only when he was late, for whatever legitimate reason, did he hear any comment at all about his arrival, and that was usually in the form of complaints. Never had he heard a customer ask, "Is everything all right?" The door handle clicked and the door began to open. The red head poked only her head around the door as if to keep the rest of herself concealed. Of course, he thought, she might not even be dressed yet! "I'm sorry, Mrs. Langston. I'm early. I didn't even think. I'll come back when I'm supposed to." He started to turn away. "NO!" She paused, wishing she could retrieve some of the excitement in her voice. The man was a hunk, at least in her eyes. She loved that he had a little "executive bulge" as her husband called the slight padding above the waist of middle aged men. She liked the broad shoulders of course, but the narrow hips too. His hair was cropped short with maybe an inch of the black, slightly receding hairline showing above his forehead. His eyes were the richest hazel she'd ever seen, something she'd noticed the first time they'd met when he came to estimate the job. She looked at them again now and almost swooned in their glow. "I mean, come in. I was just cleaning up." Jordon stepped inside, being careful not to let his tool box touch the walls or door jam. It was a heavy box, hardwood with corners that could dent even metal frames if bumped soundly enough. "Really, I could leave and come back. Are you sure?" "Of course." She was quickly relaxing with the man's attitude and politeness. She pushed the door closed and allowed herself to be seen from head to toe. When she'd let the door go, she looked down and noticed her right breast was nearly free of the robe and she quickly grasped the lapels and closed herself in. Jordon did notice the breast, despite his sexual exhaustion, and was too slow to turn away. She saw him looking. The silence lasted a few seconds before he asked, "The uh, bathroom, Mrs. Langston?" He nodded toward the other door, on the wall behind her. "Moira," She suddenly jerked, as if hearing the rest of his words in a different sentence. "And yes, that's it." She stepped aside and pulled the door open for Jordon. She felt a little foolish, for he'd already been there and seen it for the estimate. "Please, call me Moira." She smiled, even batted her eyes. Jordon smiled back and nodded, but said nothing. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage yet another lonely housewife when he was so through with sex after last night. It's funny, he thought, he didn't feel satiated, only exhausted. He wanted to flush the entire affair from his mind and he used thoughts of Rita's comment about aids to thoroughly confuse his mind. He stepped forward to put his tools on the tile floor. "So, the sink. Where is it?" He turned after confirming it was not in the larger than normal half bathroom. "Oh! Sorry. I meant to have my husband bring it up here this morning. Damn, I'm sorry. I completely forgot." Worthless bum, she thought. She tried to shuffle by Jordon. "It's in the basement. Do you think...?" "Of course." He turned to follow her and added, "I know what it's like to have to leave in a hurry in the morning." Moira turned the hall corner and asked over her shoulder, "Oh! Well, at least you go right to work." She regretted the words immediately. She knew her husband would not be at work before nine. He would be at a diner with friends, coworkers from the office, talking about sports or something until then. "Well, not really. I just had breakfast at a Denny's." He couldn't help but react to the vision of her ass cheeks alternately accenting the woman's robe as she walked. "Your wife doesn't make breakfast?" She had reached the basement door and pulled it open. Looking directly at him, she was about to inquire further when he answered her. "I uh, am not married." He knew this was not going to go well. "So, why did you have to leave in such a hurry then?" The woman seemed to know no bounds when it came to curiosity. She'd looked him over in the door, asked him probing, personal questions, and so far knew more about him in a few minutes than most people learned about him ever. But her attitude seemed one of genuine curiosity at that, and not in the least accusatory. What the hell, he thought, "I had a guest, a guest I hope will wake, leave, and go on with her life." Moira's stare lingered a moment longer in the silence and stopped only when she started down the stairs, flipping the light switch as she did. "I see." Jordon watched after her till she reached the mid point and looked back, "Is this too much? Would you rather wait until my husband moves the sink upstairs?" She'd brushed right over his disclosure. Perhaps it was her disarming frankness, or maybe that non-judgmental nature again that quelled his concern, or guilt, and prompted him to start down the stairs. "No. Just thought I might have offended you." Moira smiled and turned back down the stairs. What woman didn't like to hear the dirt? At the bottom, she waited for the plumber to join her before she moved aside and directed him to the boxes containing the new sink and its pedestal. A third box rested atop one of these, presumably containing other, smaller parts. "I can take this one," She said as she grabbed the smaller box. He chuckled and gasped half way through the laugh. As she leaned over to pick the box up, her robe had opened wide to reveal two very large, very full breasts, the areole and nipples very visible to the plumber. She heard the gasp of air and looked at his face, then where his eyes had been looking at her, "Oh, sorry. Again." "Mrs. Langston, you have nothing to be sorry about." He paused, but added before she could respond, "Why don't you let me have that." He took the small box from her despite her reluctance to give it up. When she finally did, he was surprised how heavy it was, and how handily she had managed it. "Looks like you have muscles under there too." Again he regretted his words. Moira smiled at the reference and said, "Well thank you." He placed the small box on the one containing the sink and bent to pick both up easily. "Seems you have some muscles too." She said and led him back up the stairs. Once back in the foyer bathroom she said, pulling her robe's lapels together once more, "You know where the basement is, so I'll get out of your hair while you do whatever it is you need to do." She turned coyly but didn't leave yet. "Yes." He wanted to tell her to just drop the robe where she stood, but didn't. He wanted to kick himself in the ass for even thinking of fucking another woman this morning, but he didn't. He simply smiled then put the boxes down as an after thought. She finally left and disappeared around the corner and up the stairs, Jordon's last glimpse of her being a momentary view of the white skin of her legs reaching up into her robe. Jordon retrieved the pedestal box from the basement and shut the light and the door. He carried the heavy box toward the front of the house, stopping at the bottom of the stairs to listen for any indication of the rather pretty, not to mention beckoning body. He inhaled at the sad silence and went to work. An hour later, Moira stepped around the corner and peered silently in on her plumber. He was sitting under the sink, one knee high on either side of the erected pedestal, and with his arms wrapped around under the sink, apparently assembling one part or another by feel rather than sight. His head was side ways to the sink so he could get the rest of his body closer, and he was concentrating too hard to see or feel her presence. On the floor around him was an assortment of tools, wrenches, a hammer, several pliers and a few things she did not recognize. There was a coil of copper tubing too, and some white tape and a tub of something she had no idea what it was. She also noticed a tin of some kind of gel on the floor. It reminded her of her hand lotion, but when she looked, it was still on the ornate shelf array to the right. She wondered if he'd used it anyway, and whether for dry hands, or something else. She was still looking blankly at the dispenser when she heard, "Sorry, I only used a little." "Oh, don't worry." She said, looking down at his head still plastered up against the sink, though on the opposite side so he could see her. Her puzzlement, or curiosity again was apparent. "I used a dab to grease a washer. I always keep my eye out for something better. Mine still beat yours for washers." When she didn't say anymore, Jordon thought she didn't understand. "They sent the wrong size, so I had to trim one down. Tight fit." She finally responded with, "Yes, I bet. No problem though, I mean with a tight fit?" She recognized immediately where she and the plumber were going with all the growing innuendo, and decided not to fight it. Hell, she thought, it sounded exactly like the right thing to do. Jordon felt a familiar motion in his pants upon hearing her last remark. She was looking again at the lotion dispenser and he took the moment to better examine her face and hair. She was indeed pretty. Her face had a few freckles, just under the eyes, and her features, her nose flaring slightly, her not-so-deep eye sockets, and certainly her red, better than shoulder length hair pulled her back from that brink of commonality and left admirers with a sense of the exceptional. One could not let her pass without a second look. She was also wearing clothes now, though the word hardly described the vision they presented. Her sleeveless, high collared yellow shirt sat loosely fastened only half way up, above a pair of very loose fitting campaign styled short pants. If she weren't headed for a chaise by the pool on a cool day, she had to be off to the club for round of golf. Her legs caught his breath with their long run and shapely calves. He didn't realize he'd been staring for as long as he had. "Approve?" She almost laughed, but held it in. "Huh? Oh! Yes! I mean, sorry. You..." Now she did laugh, relieved that his secret was out. "It's all right. I don't mind." He said nothing, hiding his embarrassment in his busy hands behind the pedestal. "So? Do you approve?" She couldn't believe she'd come right out and asked again. Jordon froze. There was no question at all anymore where this woman, and this day was leading. He'd seen it too many times. Lonely housewife, strange man in familiar surroundings. Fear of discovery near zero. "I wouldn't say approve." He smiled to himself and went back to work as if she weren't there. Moira pouted, her hands on her hips. Her tenor changed to one on the verge of anger, "No?" A Plumber's Tale She held back from slamming the door and leaving, just long enough to hear him answer, "No. The question is not whether I approve, but whether I can finish this job, knowing you are standing right there." Just then his hand slipped on something behind the pedestal and he shouted, "Ouch! Damnit!" Moira knelt, sinking her ass to the tops of her heels and pulled his hurt hand free from the pedestal. There was blood oozing from somewhere, but the grime or grease or whatever on his hand was too thick for her to see. She rose to her feet, never letting go of his hand and said, "Come on plumber, you're leaking." She also realized the blank expression on his face was not from her words, but the view he must have had of her inner thighs flowing up into her shorts. She smiled. Jordon rose to his feet, careful not to put his hands on anything in the bathroom. He had plumber's grease all over them and they would certainly make a mess of anything they touched. He followed her as she dragged him upstairs to another bathroom. On the way down the hall, he caught a momentary glimpse of the master bedroom, its bed still unmade, which somehow intrigued him since the house was otherwise immaculate. She pulled him into the master bathroom and held his hand over the sink. Before she could ask, Jordon said, "It's water soluble, a water soluble lanolin actually." He sounded like a commercial but began washing his hands with soap from the liquid dispenser on the sink, while Moira retrieved the materials she needed to dress the little wound she could now see. If it weren't for the woman's scent, her cleavage in the loose shirt, and the waving of her hair with every movement, he would never have taken the time to deal with such a trivial cut. He'd do what he normally did, wrap a piece of plumber's tape tightly around it and stop the leak. But with her doting over him in such close proximity as for him to feel as well as smell her, he was in no hurry to heal, let alone finish the job. His only other scheduled activity that day was an estimate he had to give, a few blocks away. The way things were going, he might not make it. Moira finished with a little disinfectant and a band aid, making sure she brushed up against his body just one more time before releasing his arm and hand. "There. Will you still be able to finish?" He looked at the overly cared for finger and said, "Given the proper incentive, no mountain is too high to climb." He almost laughed at himself, having used the expression he'd heard on the radio only that morning. "Grace Steele Woodward." Moira surprised even herself with her reply. "Seems we heard the same interview this morning. The Indian casino project?" "Yeah, that's right." They laughed and Jordon turned to leave. He felt her hand on his shoulder as he wiggled free of the tight spot she formed with her proximity to the vanity, and didn't mind her body pressing against his side at all. "How much longer, do you think?" Moira asked just as he was about to disappear around the corner. He stopped and leaned his head back in, "How much time do I have?" "How about as little as possible, down there?" That did it, she realized. No secret admiration or designs anymore. Intentions were out in the open. He simply winked and disappeared down the hall. Moira was left to plop down on the closed toilet seat and ponder what she had gotten herself into. There was still time to back away, but she was far too horny now to do anything about that. She decided to stay close, just in case she found herself tempted not to go through with what she had in mind. Minutes later, she found Jordon standing over the sink, testing the faucets. They both appeared to be working perfectly, and the drain too. As he let the water run, he stooped down to pick up his tools and position them neatly back their box. As he screwed the top back on the "soluble grease," he looked at Moira in the mirror. She smiled, and he put the grease and the last few items back in the box. To give him another moment to think, he knelt down and examined the joints one last time. It was not going to be easy to keep his hands off her, regardless of what he did last night, or what she may or may not want today. He turned and faced her, "Ready for inspection." Moira felt her heart leap and her stomach bounce weightless. What the hell. She pulled his shirt tails from his pants and began to undo the buttons while he just stood there. She averted his eyes, concentrating on the buttons of his shirt, pleased actually that he was allowing her to proceed without forcing himself all over her in a panic of passion. She wanted this to last. She was about to break the rules of marriage, and she might as well enjoy it to the max. The penalty if caught, was the same either way. Jordon inhaled the scent from her hair as he watched her work with his shirt, and then the buckle of his pants. He felt his cock stiffening quickly in anticipation, though somewhat impaired in its growth by the pressure of his jeans. He wanted in the worst way to reach down and straighten the straining member so it could grow freely, but contained his eagerness to let her do what she wanted first. He was rewarded moments later when she knelt to the floor and took his now hardened shaft fully into her mouth. There was no turning back now. They both knew it, and perhaps that is why Moira acted so boldly. The plumber let his head rock with the luxuriating sensations around his cock. He felt her hair brush up against the top of his legs as she uniquely shifted her head from side to side, a motion timed to coincide with her down stroke on his shaft. The resulting effect on the head of his dick was amazing too, a velvety brushing of one side against the back of her oral cavity, followed by a response form the other side on the next stroke. He could actually anticipate the sensations and the need for more grew quickly. And then she was gone. He looked down to see what had happened, to see if she'd changed her mind, or maybe, hopefully, wanted to try something else. When he looked down, she was fishing around in his tool box! "Ah, this IS what I thought it was." She had pulled his spool of white plumber's tape from the box. The material looks at first to be the kind of cloth tape found in medical kits, but in actuality is a flexible, thin and smooth synthetic, stretchable material, manufactured for coating pipe threads before assembly, affording the two parts a better, leak free union when tightened. He had never seen the material as having a sexual application, and whatever she planned to do with his was a mystery he was anxious to see solved. He didn't have to wait long. "You brought all kinds of fun things with you, didn't you, Mr. Plumber Man?" She stripped a couple feet from the spool, enough to seal a half dozen joints or more. Then she stretched it and began to wrap it tightly around his ball sac, squeezing his two, delicate orbs out from his groin. Before she was done, she'd wrapped the remainder of the piece of tape over the top of his cock and around the whole package a couple times. Since the material generally clung to itself, a joint that was easily undone if intended, she simply smoothed its end back on itself and sat back to admire her work. Jordon looked in the mirror behind the sink and from his angle he saw an aggressive cock and balls standing out straight and anxious to go to work. He had to admit the feeling was erotic to say the least. It was as if he had a race horse at the ready, and was eagerly awaiting the bell. "Nice," Moira said and looked up at him, her chin supporting the head of his cock. "Wow, what else do you have in here?" She went fishing back in his tool chest again and he didn't know whether to feel excited about that, or discourage her from getting carried away. There were things in there that could hurt. She picked up the water based grease and opened the tin. "Hmmm...." She said, dipping a finger in and rubbing a dab across her thumb. She smelled the goo as if to make sure it was safe, but reasoned that it had to be if its purpose was to be applied by hand as her plumber had on the sink parts. "So let's see what we can do with this, shall we?" Jordon moaned as the first cool gel hit his cock and was spread by her hands. She used both to massage his lashed cock and balls, covering them entirely in liberal amounts and with several passes. At every turn of her skin over his, his cock seemed to grow and grow. Moira thrilled at the action she'd inspired. Time froze and place disappeared. All there was was her, and a large, hard cock she was greasing like a bird on the holidays. She was conscious of her beating heart and the intense anticipation of going further. Her husband had said "No," and this plumber had only moaned approval. She would have the way she had desired this morning, just with a different man. Jordon stiffened suddenly when he felt the first slippery finger insert itself up his ass. He'd hoped, but not anticipated this suburban housewife of a successful businessman would attempt such an attack, and now she'd made him smile. He allowed his knees to bend to settle himself down on her hand, giving her every signal she needed to intensify her pressure, and add another finger to her assault. "You like that, huh, Baby?" She moved the palm of her hand in a circular motion around his puckered hole to augment the sensations, let him know just how much of her body was being devoted to attacking his ass. Her other hand kept up the assault on his slippery cock too, and soon he was worried about cumming before she might be ready. "You keep this up and you might qualify as an apprentice," He said with more air escaping his throat than when speaking normally. She looked up at him and smiled and said, "You think so? I'm looking for a bit more than that, actually. Why don't you turn around for me?" As she asked this, she let go of his privates on both fronts and rose to use her hands to physically guide him in an about face maneuver. Letting go for a moment, she signaled her return by grasping one of his hands and pulling it further behind him. She wrapped something around his wrist and quickly tied the other to it before winding the decorative rope's tail around the wrappings a few times to seize them up and make them inescapable. "A little trick I learned in the Girl Scouts." He struggled a moment to test her, but was suddenly convinced he was not only tied up, but held captive by a woman he hardly knew. She could be a psycho for all he knew, and he could be in deep shit trouble, though he somehow doubted that. He stood there a moment longer while she tended to something behind him, and then felt her hands guiding him to the toilet. She turned him around again and guided him not on the toilet, but to a courtesy chair that easily fit the space across from it. As he slowly let himself down, she said softly, "I want you to relax for a bit, okay?" "I'm going to say 'No?'" He said. "Exactly!" She smiled again, "Exactly." She chuckled aloud and knelt back to the tool box. Jordon watched as she pulled tool after tool out of the box and arrayed them on the floor. If she didn't stop and examine each tool before putting it down, as if to determine what each was for, he'd have thought she was looking for something special. She emptied the box before she was done. As she began to rise up, she was undoing the buttons on her shirt and said, "So you liked my tits?" The question was abrupt, but easy to answer, "A lot." She laughed again. "I see. Well, look at these and tell me what you think." He did, as her shirt was removed, and her braless size "D's" were free. They were still firm enough to hold their nipples horizontal, and their bulge that of perfect plump sacks of flesh just begging to be mauled. "I think I'm going to think a lot about these for a long time." He leaned forward to take one into his mouth. "That's nice, Mr. Plumber Man. Very nice." Her voice had dropped an octave and slowed to a guttural moan. She shifted him from one breast to the other and savored his slurping and sucking sounds and sensual attention. While he worked, she began to undo the button on her shorts and let them fall away. Jordon nearly swallowed an entire areole, nipple and all, when he saw she had not worn panties, right from the start. There was even a wet spot on the inside of her shorts that he could see between her feet as the garment fell to the floor. Why the little tart, he thought, gunning for him all along. He bit down on the nipple in his mouth to let her know he'd found her out. Moira laughed, not only at being discovered, but at the sheer audacity she was so uncharacteristically showing. She had a stranger tied up in her foyer bathroom and was playing with his cock and balls while he sucked on her tits and eyed her crotch for more fun. Her husband had said, "No!" She turned around to face the toilet and bent at the waist, bracing herself with her hands on the toilet's reservoir tank. Before he knew it, Jordon's face was buried in her ass with his nose at her hole and his chin on her clit, his tongue already probing her wet pussy lips. The act was so fast, so complete, he felt again that she was forcing herself to go all the way at the outset to avoid second guessing her actions half way there. For whatever reason, Jordon was grateful she'd made the decision. He devoured her parts like a pit bull on meat, gobbling everything in reach and then some, as if there was no tomorrow. The folds of her pussy were wet, and smelled musky already, a scent that pulled him in further. Compounded by the effects of his nose up her ass, Jordon felt a naked desire to devour this woman until she screamed. He debated ripping the flimsy cord off his wrists and pulling her back even harder on his face. "Oh my God! Yes! Oh Baby! That's right! Clean my pipes, Baby! Yes, you fucking plumber, you!" She wiggled her ass in his face and helped him gobble her up. At one point he breathed out while glued to her pussy and the air came back with a flapping sound that under any other circumstances would have been laughable. Under these however, it was like an invitation to dinner. He reversed his wind and sucked her in. The electricity in her groin built like a dynamo and charged her with energy she'd forgotten she had. Moira wiggled her ass fast and slow to drive herself further over the head of her plumber. She felt as though it was imperative to have him buried inside her in order to survive. She was taking several years of frustratingly diminishing sexual satisfaction and erasing the wrong in one, all powerful engagement. She looked at the new sink and thought crazily how at that moment she could easily be convinced to remove the sink and squat down on the pedestal itself, driving its entire body right up her hole. Her climax came from multiple stimulation points. It rumbled outward from her loins and through her body to the ends of her being. Her knees vibrated and her feet shook with the wave of sensations washing over her body. The movement served to enhance the connections and drove her further into oblivion. She didn't even consider the mutual effect on her plumber, only her own selfish yearning need to be engulfed, taken, and devoured. Jordon was no fool. He recognized the demand in the woman's body. She was starved for sex as so many customers he'd come across, or she was simply insatiable and trying yet again to accomplish the impossible, an orgasm that not only takes you to new places, but leaves you there. Her outrageously lewd behavior was awesome to witness, and incredibly intense to live through. He couldn't satisfy her enough – at this moment, no man could. But when her body trembled in orgasm, and her cuntal orifice flooded his face, he laughed haughtily into her opening, an action that served to intensify the results of his efforts. The two of them were a sight a voyeur would have to question – are they enjoying this, or is one of these two being abused? She was bent parallel to the floor with her tits hanging down, flopping around like fish hung from their tails, with her hands pushing off the noisily shaking toilet tank to shove her ass back in an attempt to envelope the man's head. And he was sitting on the little courtesy chair performing a courtesy of a kind never considered by its designer. The chair creaked under the effort and bounced off the wall with every thrust of her ass on his face. They both let their voices join their bodies in satisfaction and the room shook with all their might. Moira wiggled her ass as fast as she could. Jordon sucked on her body as if to pull it all inside his mouth. They slammed into each other with mutually destructive intent. They would punish themselves into blissful oblivion one way or another. There was an end of course, though it came slowly. Orgasmic delight in Moira gave way slowly to the inevitable exhaustion of nerve endings and muscle sinew collapsing. Her arms broke at the elbows and held the toilet more for their own sake than for use as rams to deliver her ass to the rear. Her head hung down between her biceps allowing her hair to flow haphazardly in a three sided curtain around her face. Her tits dangled, rippling slightly from time to time as the rest of her gyrations came to a halt. And a long, slow sigh emitted from her lungs as a signal of her total capitulation. Jordon licked softly at the folds of her pussy, occasionally dragging his tongue the full length of her crack to massage all its overly sensitive parts. And at each, her clit, the inner most folds of her swollen pussy lips, and at the opening of her puckered little anus, her body still convulsed involuntarily upon his touch. He knew she was enjoying the letdown massage, for she made no attempt to remove herself from his face. But he did not know if he was able to recover her sufficiently to give him even a taste of the satisfaction he'd just given her. "You keep that up and you are going to get me hot again, Mr. Plumber." He didn't know why she insisted on using his title for his name. Maybe it was a way for her to enhance her enjoyment, or maybe she was distancing herself from personal feelings, keeping the sex at arm's length and thereby lessening its impact on her marriage. He really didn't care. This was one hot bitch who was in heat for one reason or another, and he was not going to let the opportunity to enjoy her body go by unheeded. He'd already forgotten his exhaustion from the previous night, his worries about fucking yet another customer, even his estimate appointment latter that day. If he didn't finish here in time for that, it was simply because he was having far too much fun to leave for money. That was an easy decision to make for a guy who worked for himself. Jordon pulled his hands free from the loose ties behind him and swung his arms out and around in a circle that completed when his hands grasped her wrists at the toilet tank. With his face still buried in her crotch, he pulled her arms down and behind her legs before bending them inward at her knees. He doubled her over. Before she realized how well thought out his move was, she felt the decorative rope being applied to her wrists and upper arms. The swiftness of the move caught her off guard and it was a moment before she realized she'd been bent double, and her arms crossed behind her knees so far as to enable her wrists to be secured to their opposite upper arms. There was no way she could let her hands down and under her feet to bring them up in front. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked, surprised to be looking back under the courtesy chair at the wall, her view now being between her legs. "You caught me off guard there woman." He said with confidence and a hint of retribution. "You had your fun. You showed what you're made of. Now it's my turn." A Plumber's Tale A moment of panic ran through Moira's mind, jolting her to her core. Involuntarily she tried to straighten, only to be reminded she was absolutely at the mercy of a strange man, a man she'd just used to satisfy months of her husband's abuse by neglect. The world was indeed upside down at that moment, and she had no idea how or what was to happen next. Jordon twisted her ninety degrees so he could rise, and as he did so he gave her one wicked slap on the ass. "Owe!" She shook her head, about all she could move. The sense of desperation was building quickly with her realization she truly could not move or escape the simple tie he had applied. It wasn't the knots either, but the position. And it was fast becoming painful, doubled over like a jackknife so severely. Jordon laughed aloud, then said, "That's just the beginning! Surely you didn't expect me to just let you use me and not get back!" He slapped her on the ass again before bending over and gathering her up in his arms. Moira felt immediate relief in the muscles behind her knees. He'd picked her up in very strong arms and flipped her on her back, cradling her so they could see into each other's eyes. In that moment of physical relief, she also realized his devilish grin was not menacing. He was like a big brother who'd just bested her again at spin the bottle or strip poker. He was a kid with a new toy he'd always wanted. His eyes were not cold and threatening, but sparkling with the glee of anticipation. Moira realized in that moment that all her longing, all her deepest desire to have and be had was not solely satisfied by the fucking of his face with her privates, but to be answered far more fully under the sexual, even sensual punishing of this monster she'd let into her home and her life. Moira was about to be abused the way she'd been wanting her husband to abuse her since they'd married. She was about to see the long years of her husband's initial playful sexual antics going the opposite direction from her desires and anticipations to his diminishing interest in her to the point of leaving her barren in bed each morning, reversed in a matter of hours. The plumber was about to clean her pipes but good, and twist and tighten a crank on a few she'd forgotten for sure. She used every ounce of her available strength and maneuverability to reach her head up and kiss him on the cheek with an amazing sucking sound to signal her approval, nearly leaving him an instant hickey in the process. Jordon walked through the house and right up the stairs to the master bedroom. He stomped unceremoniously into the room and tossed his package on the bed where she bounced a couple times on the hard mattress. Unable to pull himself away from the vision of this woman totally at his command, he looked at her for several seconds, gazing at her body and letting the scope of the opportunity he had wash over him. A chill shot up his spine and he licked his lips before saying, "Don't go away." He laughed loudly and disappeared from the bedroom. Despite her confidence in his intentions, Moira kept fighting the position she was in. Lying on her side, it was more fetal than anything else, and not the least hurtful, or even uncomfortable, but wasn't she supposed to fight back? The whole morning was a blur and now she was suddenly feeling hungry. What the hell was happening to her? Jordon re-entered the bedroom, a fact she knew by looking at the mirror on the far wall. He had his tool box with him, and it must be full for it was obviously heavy. The box landed on the throw rug beside her king sized bed with a thud. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked, frightened, excited and confused all at once. "You wanted a piece of me, Lady, and I don't give out pieces. It's all or nothing." Then he bent down. She heard him fiddling in the box but could only see the top of his back bent over in the mirror on the opposite side of the bed. Then she saw him stand back up with the familiar can of lanolin. "What are you doing...!" Her voice was cut off by the sensation of two fingers, coated in the goo, shoved deeply up her ass. "That's what I'm doing, you hot little bitch. Feel those? A little bigger than my nose, huh? You like them up there?" He worked them around, conscious of the stretching and not wanting to hurt, but to stimulate her sensitive opening. Based on his earlier nose and tongue action, he knew she was an anal slut as much as a deprived housewife. She jumped in glee each time he nudged her hole. He would do his best to satisfy her every need now. "Oh, my God!" She exhaled the words with a gush of air and a thrusting of her ass at his hand. The sensation was more than good. The depravity of being penetrated anally by her plumber in her own bed, tied up and unable to resist, was just so damn good she could not find words to describe it. Jordon saw and smiled at how she was taking his digits up her ass. He looked at her body with a bit more attention to its various parts, while working her rectum over with his hand. He was sitting on the side of the bed with one leg under his ass and the other on the floor. He was using his left hand on her ass, her legs still together and bent up to her chest, with her feet allowed to comfortably fold at a forty-five degree angle outward. As she lay on her slide, she was watching him in the mirror. She allowed herself to concentrate on the positives of her consensual rape, not the negative of being tied up. He smiled at her in the mirror and rammed his fist into her ass with some force. "Oh God, YES!" She let her eyes close to more completely enjoy the reaming her ass was getting. Still with the two fingers inside her, their depth was compounded by the sensations of his fist against her crack and it was driving her crazy. She could not get enough of this man to make up for the years of lost opportunity. "That's right Lady, take it all and love it. I KNOW what you want. I KNOW what you need. And believe me! I am going to give it to you!" He reached down and disappeared again but only for a moment, and his left hand never left her ass. Moira then felt her pussy penetrated. Something firm was inserted while her ass was still filled with his fingers. It was cold like steel and big like a cock, and it went into her like a well greased one at that, but still she could not tell what it was. She felt it filling her more and more as it climbed up into her womb, its cold hardness chilling her slick hot vaginal walls. She was suddenly so full of man and steel she though she could take no more when she felt her upper leg lifted at the knee. The view in the mirror was at first horrific, then unbelievably hot. The man had inserted a huge wrench handle up her cunt and was just now lying its heavily jawed end on something behind her leg, maybe his foot for support. He was going to leave it in her! "Oh God that is soooo good! Yes! Fuck me with everything you've got!" Her lips were spewing words she didn't even recognize, so enwrapped she was in the sensations invading her body. The sense of a wrench up her pussy and a stranger's fingers in her ass was, she thought, the most dirty, most lustful of things that could possibly happen to her after all those years of dwindling sexual stimulation from her husband. She was in the throws of orgasm number two when she noticed the attention being paid to her tits. "This is gonna hurt a bit, bitch, but you are gonna love it when it's done." He was reaching down to the lower of her two large breasts, pulling on its nipple to the point of stretching it beyond where she would have thought tolerable. It stung a bit, but the lewdness of her present situation was enough to overcome her natural instinct to pull back from this whole event. Then her ass was abandoned! Jordon laughed a low, guttural gravel of a laugh at her eyes popping open in protest to his departure. He continued though, with both hands, and tied a length of his plumber's tape around each areole in its extended position. Then he took more tape and ringed both tits at their base, pulling the flimsy tape as tight as it would go without breaking. Before she could protest, he pulled the wrench from her pussy and flipped her on her back. "I'm going to have MY fun now woman. Now you are going to lie there and do what I tell you and you are going to give me what I need, you understand?" He was speaking low and deep and demandingly, but not mean. She had no trouble nodding her head in concession as he undid the ties on her wrists. "You keep your knees up by the sides of your tits for me baby, and I'll make sure you enjoy this too. If not, well, I don't think you want to know." He tossed the rope aside and positioned her hands behind her knees. "Now hold those knees all the way up. That's it, you hot little plumber's whore. By the time we're done here, I expect you're gonna have a lot of work around here for me." He leaned over the side again and returned a moment later but now kneeling directly at her up turned ass. She could not see what he was up to, for even when she tilted her head toward the mirror, she could not see what he was doing down around her loins. His upper thigh was now in the way of her view. Then she felt it, something softer, a cock? It slid easily between her pussy lips and into her tunnel. If it was his cock, it was disappointing, for it was small enough in diameter as to make her plumber one of those people referred to as a "needle dick." The thing slid deep into her, a feeling of some satisfaction, but stopped. Nothing. Just its unfulfilling presence. She was terribly disappointed. Then she felt something far more satisfying, a real cock for sure, surging through her sphincteric muscle and sharply upturned ass. The fulfillment sensation did come now as the man's meat penetrated and separated the walls of her ass. She felt the heat of the rod compound with her own to build a furnace in her body, one in which she put the rest of her on automatic and allowed her mind to concentrate on the sensations of being fucked up the ass in so lewd a way as to insult her husband in his own bed. Jordon withdrew his cock from her ass slowly until only the tip of the head was still inside its door. Then he rammed it up her ass once again to relive the sudden sensation of tightness and total contact he'd experienced moments before. She was one hell of a lady, with a terrific body, and the gluttony of an insatiable woman. Insatiable or not, he was going to try to satisfy her anyway! Moira next felt the man nibbling on her protruding nipples, still taped to extend and bulge their presence outward from her tits. He bit one, then the other, and sucked the blood out of them in between bites. The pain was exquisite, far less than she could take, and she blew another orgasm all over the phony dildo or whatever it was up her cunt. She bellowed with four letter words instructing her rapist to take her harder and in more ways than possible. She could not get enough of him and his nasty acts and she kept letting him know it. But this all came to a head when she suddenly felt something else between her tits. It was soft, rubbery, and conforming to the shape of her lovely globes. It flexed with the swell and extension of her breasts as the plumber continued to work on them for his own benefit. And then, on the out stroke of his cock in her ass, he shoved her gloriously hurting globes together with the force of his hands. "AHHHHHIIIIIIIEIEEEE" Her voice rose from surprise to exclamation of joy and demand for more. She surprised even herself with its volume and extension. The pressure on her breasts had come with a bulge in her pussy and the two new sensations drove her crazy with yet again a glutinous desire for more. Jordon smiled not only at the terrific sensations on his cock as it slid back and forth in his customer's ass, but at her reaction to his new experience for her. She didn't quite grasp yet what was happening, but she would. He relaxed his pressure on her breasts and let the rubber bulb between them collapse in her cleavage, absorbing the air they had forced up her snatch. Then he pushed his hips forward and ran his bulging cock up her ass again, eliciting another groan of pleasure as it replaced the shrinking inflatable in her abdomen. Moira opened her eyes and turned her head toward the mirror to see if she could figure out what all was giving her so much pleasure in so many places at once. All she could see however, was her mirror-side arm holding her leg tight beside her breast, and his cock pushing into her ass. He was sucking on her tits again too, and the barrage was having its effects. Moira was heating up all over again, and only having to start from the half way mark already, she was close to yet another cum. When the plumber pulled back once again, and her breasts were again pushed together and the bulge in her pussy returned, she finally spotted the tubing coming from her cunt. It looped out, up and all the way to the rubber bladder between her tits. No wonder, she thought! He had inserted an inflatable dildo in her pussy, and each time he compressed her breast flesh together, it forced the air from the bladder to the dildo and it filled her hole. The man was smart enough to back out of her ass each time to give it room to blow up. Recognizing what the man had done turned her on even further. Gone was the mystery, and the cause for fear. Here now was understanding, and the aggressive acceptance of lust quadrupled. Moira bucked her hips up against both forms of impalement and raised her chest to meet its challenge to blow herself up with each release of her ass. She got so involved in the timing of her actions she failed to recognize the onset of yet another climax, a climax that finally came to both of them at once. Jordon got his coordination right just in time. She virtually attacked him with her groin, and followed each thrust by arching her back and lifting her chest. When she came, he came with her in a torrent of jiz that was already spurting out the sides of her asshole before he was even done. And with each stroke, he shot another load up her hole, its release letting itself be known all the way through his nervous system to his brain in an instant. Moira screamed, "Fuuuuucck meeeeeeeeeeeeee YES!" She continued to make her demands as her orgasm just kept spinning up and up. "Goddamn you! I want you in my mouth! Push, you bastard! I need more! Fuck your cock inside me you worthless piece of shit! Give me what you have been holding back! Goddamn you, FUCK ME OR I'M GONNA FUCK THE PLUMBER YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!" These were her last words. They both knew suddenly what she had been doing. She'd refused to personify him with his real name too, all to keep him as anonymous as possible, or so they'd thought. In fact, she'd been looking at him as her delinquent husband. He wondered if she'd suddenly wake up and throw him off like a doll, and she wondered if he was going to slap her silly for thinking of him as her lame husband. Instead, they both fucked on, and only gradually lowered their tempo until finally all was spent. Jordon pushed her off to one side before he fell to the bed, spooned behind her. He left his still partially inflated cock inside her, along with the empty cock in her cunt. "It's all right." He said softly behind her head. She looked in the mirror and saw herself still holding her legs for him, though it was no longer necessary. "I'm sorry. It's just that..." "Don't worry. Really. I understand. I wasn't born yesterday, and you don't owe me a thing. This was the best job I can remember, believe me." He ran a hand from the top of her head down her neck and shoulder until it rested on her hip. He also felt a stirring in his cock again and wondered if she'd noticed. He whispered in her ear,"No fucking plumber has ever had it better, believe me!" Moira smiled into her image in the mirror, a tear falling from one eye. Suddenly she was so happy she could scream, again, this time of happiness, and awareness. This time she would scream of the absolute sheer pleasure just experienced, and her plans for that evening. She closed her eyes to enjoy the moment a little longer, and felt a nudge at the base of her ass. Her ass moved too and she smiled more. Jordon couldn't believe his desire was returning so soon after such an exhausting cum. But when he felt her ass move on him as well, he smiled broadly and began a slower, more deliberate motion with his cock. While he did, he used his free arm to remove the bladder from between her tits, and dropped it in her face up hand on the mattress. He pressed down on the bladder, and her hand at the right moment and a more gentle inflation of the device in her cunt took place, timed again with his out-stroke in her ass. Moira quickly picked up his suggestions and was immediately squeezing and relaxing the bladder in her hand, driving his cock in and out of her like a piston. She got so good at timing it was as if she were letting go to suck him in, and squeezing to push him back out. The man meat and rubber filling her holes seemed like it belonged in her, was manufactured just for her, and should always be there when she wanted it. They pumped on slowly for some time, each in their own way, and each enjoying the other's thrusts to the max. They came again together, and kept the blissful moment going for a long time. There was no rush. Both were offering unconditionally, and both were receiving without guilt. It was a moment in time neither would ever forget, and it was defining their time together even more than did the animalistic fucking of only minutes ago. They devoured each other slowly and completely. Their bodies melded like mud in a pond just parted. There was no beginning to either one, and no end. An hour later, they seemed to wake at the same instant, still spooned together, and still with the bladder in Moira's pussy. Jordon's cock was out, shrunk to something he could manage, and keep to himself. He welcomed the relaxation it brought him. "Can I keep the toy?" Moira asked in the voice of a child. Jordon said, "I was hoping you would. It belongs in you." They lay silent again for a minute before Jordon asked, "Do you know what you are going to do with it?" Moira smiled instantly, "Oh yes. I know exactly what I am going to do with it." She then turned over quickly and kissed him on the forehead. "But only if you say it's okay." He asked, "Anything you want. Believe me, anything." She smiled again, "That's nice. Well, I'm going to attack my husband tonight. And this lovely toy is going to end up in either my hole like this, or up his ass with me squeezing the bulb like a stone crusher!" Her voice picked up its determination as she spoke. Jordon laughed and said, "I was going to suggest that very approach. I wish you luck. You deserve it!" He chuckled at the image. "You sure you don't mind then?" She asked, propped up on her elbow. "Are you kidding? You are his, Mrs. Langston. I am the lucky one here. And I'll never forget it either," He said. She thought about that and wondered how she'd gotten so lucky. They rose from the bed and began to search out their clothes. Jordon toted his toolbox downstairs and they met up again at the front door. He leaned over and kissed her lovingly on the forehead. Moira pulled one of his hands to her breast and the other to her crotch and threw her arms around him. She opened her mouth and wrapped it around his, stabbing her tongue to the back of his throat. They were both out of air when they finally broke. "Whoa!" Jordon breathed. "No whoa at all, baby." She smiled that devilish smile again. Jordon said, "I'll send you the bill and you can tell me when it's time to come by and get what's coming to me." He could always hope.