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The Kinky Plumber
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LilyMarlaine

The Kinky Plumber

Getting infatuated and sexually drawn to a perverted night visitor.


Here I am, stretched out on the couch and sipping on a glass of red wine, while my nimble fingers absentmindedly running over my mound. I am watching one of my homemade porn flicks. I have quite a collection of them. My late husband Jerry Lee loved to film me masturbating or getting fucked by other men. He was quite unique, so kinky and twisted minded, like no one else I've ever met. Certainly nothing like me first husband, that boring couch potato.

It’s been 4 years since Jerry Lee's untimely and rather sudden demise, and I still miss him greatly. I go out frequently and enjoy myself, and I know for sure, that’s exactly what he would want me to do. And if he could see me from above, he would be bloody proud of me, for fucking such young studs at my age.

Even still today when I get fucked, I often picture him standing there rolling the camera. Smiling to myself I almost can hear him telling me what to do; instructing me—like he did so often-- to lift my leg to give him a good view for a close-up. He loved to capture how my pussy was getting pounded by a big fat cock, especially by a young one. And he found it to be absolutely priceless, to get it on film when a guy was cumming. He would zoom in to capture the moment, when white spunk was being splattered upon my tits or pussy. Or even better, when my mouth was being filled with jizz and was slowly leaking out and drooling down my chin. It excited him beyond belief and would explode into his pants. That was so hot!

Oh don’t get me wrong, he loved to fuck me too, and never missed a chance of doing so. I spent 13 crazy years with him, and wouldn't want to miss them for anything in this world.

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I met Jerry Lee in the summer of 1995 under rather strange circumstances.

During that time I had a steamy relationship with Gilligan, my son’s best man, who had caught me fucking in the broom closet at my son’s wedding reception. He had paid me a visit a couple of days after the wedding, saying he wanted to talk to me and apologize for his rudeness. I politely invited him in and offered him a drink.

As we were sitting on the couch, he started complaining about his loveless upbringing, and told me stories about his mother, who did nothing but yell at him. She was constantly putting him down, no matter how hard he tried, nothing was ever good enough. With a very sad look on his face, he expressed that he wished to have a good mother like myself. I felt so sorry for him and tried to comfort him, and innocently put my hand on his knee.

Out of the blue Gilligan grabbed my head and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I instinctively wanted to push him away, but I felt that’s the last thing he needed, another rejection. So I just let it happen and kissed him back. One thing led to the next and we ended up on the couch, naked, and fucking each others brains out. It felt so good, and we both had this urgent need to fill a void in our lives.

He started to come by regularly and eventually I gave him the keys to my apartment. He walked in and out of my place, as if he lived there. Even though I had just turned 43 at the time, we fucked like teenagers, anytime, anywhere, day in day out. I was happy and sexually totally satisfied and didn't have a complaint in this world.

Well, there was one complaint, which had nothing to do with my love life. It was my clogged-up kitchen sink, which I just couldn't get to flow freely. Eventually, I called the owner of the apartment building, who promised he would send someone by to fix it.

The following day it was rather hot and humid and when I arrived at home, I needed to get out of my sweaty work clothes. I slipped into a flimsy sundress. When I entered the kitchen I noticed that the sink was still not looked after. Rather upset I called the landlord and was told, the handyman was on his way.

Just as I sat down for a quick bite to eat, he arrived. I led him into the kitchen and showed him the sink. After using a plunger and having no success of clearing up the problem, he asked me to clear out the cabinet beneath the sink. I squatted down and started to remove the bottles of cleaning-products. He suggested to place the stuff on the kitchen counter. As I was handing him some bottles, I realized that his eyes were fixed on my cleavage. I felt exposed and wanted to cover myself up a bit. But there was nothing to pull or tug on, it was a low-cut sundress with spaghetti straps, and I wasn't wearing a bra. I knew he was able to see half of my nude tits. I hurried to finish my job and left the kitchen. Somehow, his staring gave me the creeps.

About 15 minutes later he was done. He called me in and offered a helping hand to place the bottles back in the cabinet. I thanked him, but told him I would do it later. He didn't want to hear anything of it and gave me such a stern look, that I sank to my knees and did what he demanded. I was kind of scared of him and my heart was beating like crazy. I felt so uncomfortable in his presence and wanted to get it done as quickly as possible. But he took his sweet, sweet time and handed me one bottle at a time. All the while he kept staring at my boobs.

I had a guttural feeling in my stomach and yet, I could feel my panties getting damp. I didn't know what to make of it.

As I had placed the last of the items under the sink I got up and caught a glimpse of his trousers. Until now his lower body was hidden by the open cabinet door. I quickly directed my eyes away from him and turned around; I didn't want him to know that I had seen his bulge.

As I walked to the door I could hear his footsteps following me. I sensed his eyes searing through the thin fabric of my dress, and somehow I felt as if I was totally naked.

I sighed with relief when the door was shut behind him; Uff… that was a strange encounter!

Later on that evening I was having wild sex with Gilligan in the shower. We had been in there for about 15 minutes or so, doing it in different positions and we found ourselves in a cloud of heavy mist. At one point he was fucking me from behind. I had my hands pressed against the glass door of the shower, which was all foggy. As my hand slipped down a bit and cleared off the steam, I saw a man’s silhouette in the doorway. I almost peed myself. I wanted to yell out, but my voice failed.

I tried again to say something, but Gilligan was on the verge of cumming and grunting loudly. I knew he would be pissed off getting interrupted at that precise moment, so I kept quiet. I could feel his cock pulsating and filling me up, while I kept my eyes locked on the indistinct figure, which seemed to be stroking his cock. I was overcome with a strange vibration of fear and arousal, and my body and mind was riddled by a very intense climax.

Minutes after, when I looked back at the bathroom entrance, the door was closed. I was kind of confused, I wasn't quite sure if my mind was just playing tricks on me, or if I really saw someone standing there. I didn't dare to mention anything to Gilligan.

But the next evening the same thing occurred again. Even though, I only could see a foggy image of the man out there, I knew it had to be that strange plumber. What a dirty dog! Comes into my house at night to watch us fuck? I know, I should have told Gilligan, and maybe even made a Police report…but it excited me beyond belief, knowing the man was taken such a risk just to get his rocks off.

Then one morning, when I got out of bed, I stepped into something gooey. I couldn't believe my eyes; the floor was covered with jizz. Fuck, what a daring son of a bitch, he jerked off in our room while we were sleeping? I quickly took my nightie, threw it one the floor and wiped it around; making sure Gilligan wouldn't see this mess.

I knew it was so wrong what that pervert was doing, but it added such a zesty tang to my love life, and I didn't want to put a stop to it. In fact, I often wondered of what he would be doing next, and looked forward for the evenings to come.

That night, after my usual steamy sex with Gilligan, I was kind of disappointed. It seemed my dirty plumber wasn't around and I somewhat missed him. With him on my mind I drifted off to sleep and had some nasty dreams.

I was awakened by something cool and wet on my breasts, and instinctively my hand checked it out, only to find that my body was covered with jizz. As I sat up in bed I just caught a glimpse of him leaving our bedroom. His audacity blew my mind and triggered a wave of indescribable sensations surging through my body. I felt myself more and more drawn to this crazy daredevil.

The following night, while having sex in bed, I had that strange feeling that he was in the room. I had grown accustomed to his body scent and I was sure I could smell him. I wondered if he was lying under the bed or maybe hiding in the closet. It excited me like hell, knowing he was taking such high risks. Of course I pretended not being aware of his presence and fucked with Gilligan in the same uninhibited fashion as always, or maybe even worse.

I made sure that he could hear me well; I demanded loudly and in a sleazy way to get my ass pounded and made no secrets about when I was ready to cum. I screamed in ecstasy and made sure my jets of orgasmic juices were being seen as they splashed on the bedroom floor. I wished so badly he would show his face, just for a second, and just to me of course. I didn't want Gilligan to know anything about this perverted intruder, who caused my adrenalin rushing through my system like a raging river.

It went on for several weeks. Night after night he watched us fucking in the shower, the bedroom or the living room. I was at a point, where I no longer could imagine having sex without him being there. I was addicted to this stranger, to his scent, to his strange fetish and I hoped he would go further. I fantasized of him taking advantage of me while being asleep, and Gilligan lying clueless next to me.

Then one evening, while Gilligan and I were making out on the couch, I noticed a little red light between the slats of the hallway louver doors. At first I jumped, I didn't know what it it was. But when I deeply inhaled I picked up his scent, and I knew it was him in there.

Is he filming us? I questioned myself. Well, if that’s what he is doing, I’ll give him a show to remember.

I started riding Gilligan like a wild cowgirl, bouncing up and down on his gearshift as if I was stung by a swarm of bees. I lifted my ass up to the point where his rod almost slipped out of my folds, and then I plunged back down, over and over again, making sure he would get a good view of my sloppy lips swallowing Gilligan’s young, hard prick. Just as I was cumming, I jumped up, and while screaming out loud my juices gushed all over Gilligan’s cock and thighs.

Slowly I turned around, and as I looked to the louver door, the red light was still on. Facing the hallway, I descended on Gilligan’s cock, taking it up my ass, slowly, inch by inch. I opened my mouth widely and moaned sexily. Then I accelerated, moving up and down on Gilligan’s rock hard pleasure instrument, while keeping my eyes locked on the red light. I ran my wet tongue suggestively over my lips, lending them a sexy shiny shimmer.

Even with all the noises of our actions, I could hear faint sounds coming from the closet. I knew he was stroking his cock and I would have loved so fucking much finally to see him doing it. He was so close, and yet sooo far! Untouchable! I wasn't sure how much longer I could put up with this, I wanted this man! I wanted to see him masturbating. I wanted him to cum in my face. I wanted him to fuck me, once and for all!

I was totally drunk with lust. I started smacking my clit while riding the cock beneath me. I drove myself into a frenzy, and had one mind-blowing orgasms after another one just seconds apart. My body shook and trembled for the longest time, until I fell slowly back onto Gilligan.

I kept staring at the red light. And even after it was turned off, I couldn't take my eyes off the door. Oh you fucking weirdo, why the hell don’t you come out and take me, now! My devious mind demanded.

But he didn't come out, nor did I have the guts to go over there to expose him. Why would I?  This was the weirdest sexual thing I've ever experienced and it excited me beyond description.

Then on Friday evening, when I entered my apartment I heard sexual sounds coming from the living room. I was startled. I knew that Gilligan wasn't home; it was his evening out with his buddies. Unsure what to expect I moved cautiously around the corner and found the TV on. A camcorder was hooked up to it and as I got a glimpse of the TV screen, I saw myself getting pounded by Gilligan. My heart skipped a beat and my pussy twitched with arousal. I got so excited, I ran from one room to the next, looking for this cunning plumber; everywhere, in the closets, under the bed and in the shower. This fucking pervert, he had to be here! But I couldn't find him.

I was so disappointed. I poured myself a drink and went back to the living room. I restarted the camcorder and sat on the couch. It didn't take very long before the images of seeing myself in an amateur porn flick had me groping my tits and fingering my pussy. I always enjoyed watching porn, but this stimulated me way more than anything I’d ever seen.

Watching and hearing me screaming in ecstasy as a fountain came gushing out of my sweet hole, had me sitting on the couch and fingering myself silly. Within minutes of this new fetching discovery I came so hard, that my orgasmic squirt flew right across the room and landed on the floor in front the TV.

I was so fucking horny. I ran into the bedroom to get my favorite dildo. When I returned I noticed the balcony curtain slightly fluttering and I sensed his presence. I knew he was here. I sat on the couch, licked my dildo up and down its length, just as if it was delicious cock. I circled my tongue around the knob, swallowed it whole and then I let it flop out with a pop. I purred loudly as I suggestively licked my lips.

I didn’t know where he was hiding, but I could feel his eyes on me. I leaned back on the couch, spread my legs apart as wide as I could and drove my “ever ready friend” slow and deep into my drenched horny center.

As the pleasures intensified I got a good sniff of him. Not only could I smell him, but I also could smell his musky arousal. I knew he was nearby. As I took a better look at the TV screen, I saw his reflection. He was standing right behind me, working his member. Holy fuck, it was such a delightful tool he had there, long and thick with a nice pronounced head…just the way I like it. Seeing him-- finally after all this time—masturbating, blew my mind and triggered another earth shattering orgasm.

Just seconds after, I felt a warm string of spunk hitting my shoulder and my hair, followed by another wet string, which landed on the left side of my cheek. I just closed my eyes and reveled in this unique sensation, as more jets hit my naked skin. Finally, I've been waiting for this for so fucking long. I sighed with delight.

I wanted to jump up and into his arms. But instead I just remained there motionless on the couch, and left it entirely up to him to make the next move.

But he left the apartment, just as quietly as he had come in. Hmm, the ordeal was over, what a pity!

But I knew he would be back. And he was, night after night, watching and filming us fucking.

Then one evening, I unexpectedly had to do some overtime and arrived at home later than usual. When I entered the apartment, I saw the flickering of the TV and heard my sexual moans. I was really shocked and my heart skipped a beat, when I saw Gilligan sitting on the couch, watching us fucking. Oh my god, what now?

I froze and stood there in the hallway, glued to the floor. He hadn’t heard me entering; he was so engrossed in watching our porn movie. As I quietly approached him I realized that he was sitting there with his pants pulled down to his knees and working his enlarged member. By the looks of it, he was turned on by this, just as much as I was.

I leaned over and kissed him from behind, “Hey sweetie, you’re enjoying yourself?” I asked innocently.

“Fuck that is so hot! I didn’t know you had some hidden cameras in here, you sneaky little bitch,” he snickered. “That’s the sleaziest thing I‘ve ever seen, but I love it! Bring it on baby.”

“Oh, sweetie, I am so happy to hear you feel that way,” I sighed with relief.

Turned on as hell, I quickly ripped my clothes off and sat right next to him, watching us having sex on screen. It didn’t take very long before he had me lying over the armrest of the couch and ramming my sweet hole from behind. Right in the action I could feel a little draft, and in my peripheral vision I saw the plumber entering through the balcony door. Then I noticed the little red light again. I was on fire, feeling him getting closer and having the guts to film us right in the open.

“Would you like to have a close-up,” the plumber’s voice inquired.

Both Gilligan and I jumped and my pussy clamped tight around his cock for a brief moment. Then I heard myself saying, “Oh yeah, please, that would be fantastic!”

And with out any hesitation he moved closer and directed the camcorder right to the action, capturing Gilligan’s hard rod sliding in and out of my drenched folds. There are no words to express the onslaught of emotions which started hammering my brain and riddling my body.

And I think Gilligan felt the same. He pounded me harder than ever and started grunting like a primate. We all knew he was ready to cum any second.

“Oh fuck yeah! Let me see the money-shot! Pull out and splash your seed all over her butt!” the plumber instructed.

And Gilligan did. It was amazing and mind baffling.

Then the plumber asked me to reach on my back, take my fingers and scoop up Gilligan’s fresh spunk. As I licked it off my fingers--as per his instruction-- he zoomed right in. His crotch was very close to my face. I could see his cock twitching in his loose trousers and a wet spot increasing in size. Oh what a fucking dirty dog, he just wet himself. Surged arousingly through my brain.

After everyone had regained their composure, he called it a cut. Then he disconnected the other camcorder from the TV and plugged this one in. We all sat on the couch, watching our latest movie, while fondling ourselves. Once in a while our eyes met, which were brimming with wicked lust and desire.

I knew that this was the beginning of a new, exciting chapter in my life.

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Comments(20)

sheersilk9
Posted 19 Mar 2014 13:35
Do you need me to stop in a fix a few things, I would love to show you my tools!
inamoratta
Posted 13 Mar 2014 12:49
Wow. Amazing story. Made me dripping wet. 5 +
Turnstone
Posted 16 Feb 2014 04:08
No longer is a plunger the plumber's best friend...
shamelessroma
Posted 14 Feb 2014 06:10
very kinky hun

Red_Dragon
Posted 26 Jan 2014 13:27
Babygirl you have done it again another fantastic story, You are one hot and fabulous writer so well done thank you deserve a lot better then 5 but unfortunately thats all they allow us so here it is 5+++++
magic10fingers4
Posted 24 Jan 2014 03:17
So well done - am glad I waited until there was a followup. So sensual and the kinky involvement of the plumber - HOT!
billybudd42000
Posted 23 Jan 2014 02:36
I think I'm in love with this lady with the way she writes. Quite astonishingly good with so many different storylines.
Kennyboy82
Posted 22 Jan 2014 14:43
You got a five from me Lily! xxx

delsmith
Posted 22 Jan 2014 09:44
This is a story to be read and reread many many times. Captivating writing for sure. Hot, sensual, and downright sexual.
Kennyboy82
Posted 21 Jan 2014 15:21
Seems like the pervy plumber has stepped straight into your dead husband's shoes, aren't you the lucky girl? I enjoyed this, do you want to send me a copy of the video?
biggym
Posted 21 Jan 2014 05:53
Excellent!!! Your stories just keep getting better, thanks. Sound like the husband has returned. Looking forward to more great stories.
cookie404
Posted 21 Jan 2014 01:51
Great example of a skilled writer. Great sex. Now, let us hear of the plumber fixing your leaks.
OLDJOCK
Posted 20 Jan 2014 17:18
I knew your son's best man would surface....but I didn't expect so soon. What a hot story; unexpected finish (but not so, yet). You are too much....it's a stretch to imagine all this happening in real life....but I will imagine it so as you keep writing.....5.5 ON THIS ONE!!!
duston5
Posted 20 Jan 2014 09:29
I love it. What was so hot .I hope you write more hot stories. I give you score 5 .I wish could give higher score.
Tanksdad
Posted 20 Jan 2014 09:04
Hot wild ride

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Nightmare414
Posted 20 Jan 2014 08:50
A very good story. Very exciting and enjoyable.

adagio_sabadicus
Posted 20 Jan 2014 08:41
You weave a good tale and I read it twice. I am a voyeur by choice and do like a peek-a-boo.

Mandal46
Posted 20 Jan 2014 08:29
Fuck!!!!!! Lily this was such a turn on. You really are one very sexy lady. Your description of events was unbelievable and although a bit daunting were very hot and exciting. Now you have a new chapter starting in your life I'm sure we can expect a lot more from you Thanks for sharing...5+++

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Pirate777
Posted 20 Jan 2014 08:24
I always thought my mother in law was watching when I was bagging the daylights out of her daughter.. this was hot .. I will think of her instead of the plumber .. loved the story
wiseowl65
Posted 20 Jan 2014 07:39
I enjoyed this one . It is one of the best you have written . It was very scary ,not knowing where he was . 5+++
 

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