Real Stories. A Plumber's Day
An unusual story that happened the other day made me put my memories on paper while they and the sensations are still fresh. But, everything in order.
A phone call to my wife forced my plans for the day to be adjusted, and here's why. My friend's wife called and asked for help with a broken plumbing issue. Her husband, a sailor, was currently sailing the seas for the third month already, and all the household chores lay on Oksana's fragile shoulders. The cry for help was heard, and I was told: go and help!
At lunchtime, with a set of tools I managed to gather from the cupboards at home, I stood on the threshold of their apartment.
Oksana greeted me like a savior and demonstrated the scale of the tragedy, which, as it turned out, looked like just a small leak from a hose connection. Resolutely embarking on an unequal battle, I defeated it in about twenty minutes. All this time, Oksana, clad in a house robe, walked behind my back, lamenting the hardships of a housewife's life while her husband was away. What exactly these hardships consisted of, honestly, I didn't understand, given that her 3-year-old child was in kindergarten during the day, and she had nothing left to do but sit at home all day with books and magazines, or engage in exciting shopping.Judging by her appearance, a fairly tall blonde in her 30s, slightly plump and with a fourth-size bust. In a word, not my type.
After a convincing victory over the plumbing in her house, we drank coffee in the kitchen. She started her favorite conversation about how hard it is for her when her husband is not home. All the symptoms of a simple lack of sex were evident, which she demonstrated quite obviously. My thoughts were already about needing to finish the coffee quickly and run away.
As if reading my thoughts, Oksana, looking into my eyes, said: — Could you fulfill a very specific request?
— What are we talking about? — I asked.
— I'll be right back, — she said and with a light movement disappeared from the kitchen.
She returned with a dildo in her hand.
— Need to change the batteries? — I asked sarcastically.
— Not exactly… Since you have such golden hands, couldn't you… me… Because I'm always doing it myself… , — she mumbled.
This was perhaps the most unusual offer, and the situation seemed completely absurd to me. But after thinking a little, I realized I definitely wouldn't lose anything by fulfilling her request.
— Okay, — I replied.
Taking the last sip of coffee, I headed to the bedroom after her. She dropped her robe and appeared before me completely naked.
— Get comfortable! — I commanded.
She lay down on the bed and watched my actions with interest. The tool in my hands was a black dildo, about 25 centimeters long, with a fairly small head and thick towards the base. Taking a tube of gel from the bedside table, I applied it evenly to two-thirds of its length. Squeezing a few drops onto my fingers, I stepped over her and found myself in the middle of the bed. I can't say that everything happening didn't excite me; on the contrary, I couldn't take my eyes off her lips. A smoothly shaved pubic mound, tightly closed folds of the labia majora, smooth legs, and slightly protruding nipples on her large breasts made her quite sexy.
The second and third orgasms washed over her much faster. I slowed the rhythm a bit because my hand was already starting to tire, and leaning over her, I pressed my lips and tongue to her hole. Reaching out her hand, she felt my erect cock through my pants and began stroking its head with her fingers. I started working my tongue even faster, simultaneously fucking her wet hole with the dildo. With my free hand, I unbuttoned my jeans and released my cock from its fabric prison. With her right hand, Oksana grasped my cock and began massaging it, while with her left hand she simultaneously stroked her breasts with their excitedly protruding nipples. Her swollen clitoris, with a little effort from my tongue, rewarded her with another orgasm, during which she squeezed my overexcited cock hard, and one could even say painfully.
— Continue from behind, — she whispered, turning onto her stomach and raising her ass up.
I ran the head of my cock between her lips and entered her halfway. Unexpectedly for me, she jerked away so that I almost lost my balance.
— We didn't agree on that! — she said, — continue with what I gave you.
— Why so? — I asked, genuinely surprised.
— If you enter me, it means I will have cheated on my husband, — she calmly replied.
— What a spectacular fool, — I thought, — when someone fucks you with a rubber cock and performs cunnilingus, then of course that doesn't count.
For some reason, I suddenly wanted to stop this whole circus, but my rock-hard, protruding cock forced me to continue the game by her rules. Deliberately, with a rather sharp movement, I inserted her black toy again so deeply that my fingers sank a little into her pussy. She was on her knees in front of me, her ass raised high and her back arched. As it turned out, she was a fairly flexible girl. I continued fucking her with the dildo, switching hands from time to time. Her overly wet pussy began making quite cute squelching sounds, which she started to feel embarrassed about. From time to time, with my free hand, I stroked my cock, fortunately the view I had was more than splendid.
— I know what we should do, — Oksana suddenly said, — lie on your back!
I gladly collapsed onto the bed; my knees were already buzzing from the uncomfortable position, and besides, this "one-way street" was starting to get on my nerves.
She jumped on me so that her pussy was near my face, and my cock rested against her lips. Fucking with the rubber cock in this position wasn't very convenient, but on the other hand, my cock was in her mouth. She rhythmically took the head into her mouth, simultaneously caressing it with her tongue. Now the picture looked different; I was quite satisfied with the course of developing events, and even though she sucked rather mediocrely, everything was very much okay. I even allowed myself, while rhythmically fucking her with her black friend, to wet a finger in her wet pussy and additionally penetrate her firm ass. I was one hundred percent sure that in her dreams, she was between two cocks, greedily and passionately possessing her body. And one was surely a black man with a huge cock. And then again a wave of orgasm rolled through her body; she accelerated the pace, throwing the toy aside, I buried myself in her clitoris. At that very moment, streams of semen began filling her mouth. I must give her credit; she continued working her mouth until the last drop was extracted and swallowed.
— What do you think, did you cheat on your husband or not? — I asked ironically.
— I don't even know, — Oksana replied without a shadow of doubt, — I haven't felt this good in a long time.
— If you want, I can suck you off one more time, as a token of appreciation, — she said.
You'd have to be a fool to refuse such an offer.
— Only now I'll choose how it will be, — I replied.
Pulling off my jeans along with my underwear, I laid her on the bed so that she was lying on her back with her head hanging down. I touched her lips with my cock and with light thrusts entered her mouth until my cock hit her throat.
— If the pussy turned out to be unavailable, I need to find another solution, — I thought.
I started moving my cock in her mouth, sometimes changing direction so that it pulled her cheek, outlining the contour of the head. In a word, I simply fucked her mouth, stroking the hard nipples of her large breasts, while she, in turn, massaged her lips with both hands: the major and minor ones. I came first, filling her mouth with semen. And since her head was hanging down, some of the semen flowed down her face, dripping onto the carpet. Following me, she also finished, coming intensely and not releasing the cock from her mouth.
Despite not getting to try Oksana's pussy, 10 minutes later I was already driving home. And my mood was simply excellent.
— Everything's fixed! — I reported upon returning home, and discreetly scratched my balls, milked dry by Oksana to the last drop.