Plumber Returns to Fuck Me Senseless

Literotic asexstories – Plumber Returns to Fuck Me Senseless by feral_imaginations,feral_imaginations
Part 2

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I had 2 hours before my next appointment at the Parkhill Condos and it was obvious I was a little eager to get there. I’m very punctual about my appointments, but I had never been 2 hours early to a client’s house before. This client wasn’t really special – Steve, called a few days back and wanted some plumbing work done in his bathroom. Now, no hate, Steve is a loyal client of mine but I ain’t very keen on him. No. My eagerness was fueled by Laila, who happened to live in the same condo building as Steve. Standing here, in aisle 7 of Home Depot, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and grunt at the thought of her. Her soft caramel skin, with a light dew of sweat, melting in my hands as I pulled her hips into me, digging myself deeper into her warm, wet pussy, as I fucked her hard in my truck last week; sent a shock down my spine and into my legs. I gripped the handle of the shopping cart in my hands. It was the excitement of being near her that made me get ready so early today. I couldn’t help but wonder if she was home, wearing that same silk robe, hair in a messy bun, waiting to be fucked into submission.

I moved my neck from side to side, hoping that if I stretched it, and squeezed my eyes shut, that the thoughts flooding my brain would disappear. “Ok,” I said out loud, “tape tape tape, where is it?” I twiddled my fingers over the sections of plumbing tape in front of me on the shelf. Flashes of Laila’s face, moaning in pleasure, her dark brown sultry eyes rolling back into her head, were flipping through my head. With every blink of my eyes, I saw different images of her in my mind like a motion picture in my head. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. The tamed beast was now throbbing to get out of my tight work jeans. Suddenly, I heard my name. Was I imagining her voice now too? Like a feral animal, ready to mate, I felt her warm body and smelled her natural sweet fragrance running up my nose. It can’t be.

God, she was beautiful. I’m not a decent guy by any means. I mean, I’ll treat a girl with respect and never overstep any boundaries, but I’ve definitely had my fair share of beautiful women. What can I say? They’re my weakness. At this moment, however, I was flustered. I couldn’t take my eyes off her as she walked towards me. She had a beautiful red dress on, every inch of it hugging her curves and body so well. It was a cute wrap-around short sleeve dress that flowed down her hips to slightly below her knees. Paired with it was beige and white strappy sandals. Her matching white and beige tote bag was placed neatly on her shoulder. But it was her eyes and hair that really caught my attention. Her big eyes looking right at me with curiosity, had my knees weakening. Another image flashed in my mind, blinding my ability to move or talk – Laila on her knees, my big throbbing cock in her mouth, forcing her lips apart. It was those eyes. Those eyes looking up at me as I enjoyed her mouth and throat – that was what fueled my mind to think about her so often. It wasn’t normal for me. I had interest in seeing women on a few occasions to make love to but the interest never lasted or impacted my daily thoughts this much. But, at this moment, still at the Home Depot aisle looking for plumbing tape, I couldn’t help but trail my eyes down from her stare, to the rest of her face and chest. Her hair fell in pools of dark brown waves down her face and shoulders, laying thick over her breasts. Her hair bounced as she walked, her boobs also moving rhythmically along but in slow motion. I wanted to remember the feeling of her boobs thumping up and down vigorously as I fucked her. But she was getting closer – time was moving slowly and I couldn’t help but stand and wait for impact. Fuck.

“Hey” I trailed off “Laila? Funny seeing you here” I said jokingly. That was a lie – I was ecstatic. Every atom in my body hoped I would find my way to her today. If it didn’t happen by accident, I knew, eventually I’d cave and visit her. I would have at least tried; shamelessly knocking on her door, and taking her in my arms. Even if she had people over or was in the process of killing her ex-husband, I would have fucked her right there. In a heartbeat. Wait? How long was I staring?

I saw her lips moving but I couldn’t focus on anything she was saying. Could I fuck her right now? Of course I could. I could make her moan echo through the aisles. Clean up on aisle 7. I would make her soak the floors. The hair on my triceps were fluttering. She had placed her hand on the back of my arm, above my elbow. She was trying to get my attention. “Aryan?”

“No, yeah, uhm, I have a client to see at 3pm” I managed to get out. She laughed and tilted her head to the side. “Okay, well, it’s 1 right now” she said, looking down at her watch. “You’re very punctual, I remember,” she said with a laugh. “Well, is that all you remember” I asked, feeling the embarrassment of my shame hit me as the words left my lips. I sounded eager. I was trying way too hard. But she smiled and bit her lip, now shifting her body weight onto the other leg. Her hands moved from the sides of her body, crossing on top of her boobs, pushing them up and together. Her eyes were locked onto mine as she stood there smiling – basically gawking – at me. “Nope, no that’s definitely not all I remember” she replied. Nothing was going to stop me.

*BANG.* The containers of plumber’s tape rattled in their bins as I pushed her into the shelving. As I forced her hands up above her head, my hand gripping both her wrists, I grabbed her by the waist with my other hand – grinding my pelvis into her lower stomach. She wrapped her leg around the back of my legs, pushing her body into mine, in lust. I buried my face down, pushing my forehead into hers, and looked down at her lips. She was panting, her chest falling and rising quick. I did my best not to growl down at her. I felt like I had gone back in time to the moment I got my hands on her in my truck. I felt the same sensations and animal desire for her every time I felt, heard, tasted and saw her near me.

“Aryan” she whimpered between bated breaths, “take me to your truck.” I let out a big breath. All I wanted to do to her in that moment, was fuck her senselessly in the middle of the store. I didn’t care who heard or saw. Nothing could stop me. Nothing was in the way of my desire. I slipped my hand down her ass, slowly moving to her inner thigh. Her leg twitched around my body as her wrists wiggled in my hand. She was trying to break free. Trying to stop me from taking her right there. I could hear her hold her breath in as I moved the first layer of her wrapped dress to the side, exposing her leg and panties. I arched back a little and looked down. She had a pair of lacy black panties on. They were completely made of lace, not doing a good job of covering anything. I could see the perfectly groomed triangle of hair above her pussy. I could see the line of the joint that attached at her hips. The little fold of skin from her thighs touching her pussy, outlining a beautiful “V” shape down to where I had fucked her. I trailed my finger down the rim of her panties where the skin folded between her pussy and thighs. I slowly dragged it where her clit was, rubbing in circular motions over the thin lace. She looked up at me, her lips parted and let out a soft moan. “Aryan, please” she started to say. I moved my finger further down and stopped as soon as I felt the wetness pooling in her thong. The lace didn’t hold anything in. It was almost dripping down my fingertip within a few seconds. I pushed my finger in, pulling the lace with it, into her tight hole. I stopped only a centimeter in and smirked down at her. “Beg daddy to fuck you” I demanded. “Daddy, please take me out to your truck and fuck me” she replied. My smile grew. “What makes you think you have a say in where I fuck you? I want you here, right now.” Her face frowned into a pout. God I loved her. I loved the way her body replied to me. It said everything I wanted to hear. She knew how dirty it was to fuck in a public space, but her body wanted me so bad, it would listen. “You don’t get to make the decision.” With my hand still gripping her wrists, I stepped back and started pulling her with me. I pushed past the cart of stuff in front of us and began walking towards the exit. Her wrists still in my hand, she followed. “Daddy was going to fuck her, but under his terms,” I thought.

It wasn’t long until I made it out of the store parking lot and into her building complex. It was only a few minutes drive from the store to her place but it felt like the longest 5 minutes of my life. She sat in the passenger seat of my truck, next to me, where I’d put her. And as I expected, she didn’t try to fight back. When I pulled the seat belt around her, and felt her breath on my neck, as I buckled it in; I had fought so hard not to kiss her. But, now, as I walked down the hall, with her hand in mine, leading her to her own apartment unit, I was so close to being able to make her mine. I gave her back her keys and asked her to unlock it as I watched. She willingly took the keys in her hand, turned her back to me and jammed the key into the lock, her hand trembling lightly. As the keys jingled, I ran my eyes down her back and onto her ass. Instinctively, I reached my hand down and slapped her ass. She jumped forward into the door, the keys rustling against it as well. Her hand fell off the keys as I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face back. Her eyes looked at me in a pout again. I looked down at her for a few moments, admiring the view of her head pulled back by a fistful of her hair. I pulled her hair down and made her body go with it as she turned around and fell onto her knees in front of me. Once again, I looked down at her. Her bag fell to the floor as I pushed her down. Her dress gaping open, exposing her inner thighs, giving me a small peak at those lacey black panties. My mind and body were racing. I was going to have fun with her.

She knew exactly what I wanted. Hesitantly, her hands reached up from her sides and landed on the top of my jeans. She pulled her eyes away from mine and looked down at her fingers unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. My cock was bulging out and waiting to be freed. I watched as she pulled my cock from my boxers and out between the open zipper of my jeans. I felt the burn of my zipper rubbing up against my cock – it was too big to pull out without taking my jeans off but I didn’t care.

Her hands around the base of my cock, I watched as she rolled her tongue around my head in circular motions. Yes yes yes. Yes. That’s the feeling I wanted so bad. I waited. I don’t know how I waited this long but I can’t believe I did. Feeling her tongue and hands around me, was a reminder of how good she felt handling my cock. It wasn’t long before her mouth was suctioning around my head, slowly moving farther and farther into her mouth. When my tip had hit the back of her throat, her one hand was still on the base of my cock, while the other had now moved to my balls; I felt pure euphoria. I closed my eyes as I listened to her throat choking on my cock, and her saliva dripping all over it. I moved my hand into her hair, pushing her head into my cock. The noise got louder. And louder. She was gagging. Her whole head was being fucked. I didn’t care if she stopped breathing for too long. I pushed and pushed. Her whole body seized as I fucked her throat. Seeing, hearing, and feeling her on my cock, made me instinctively want to cum. I let go of her head and she recoiled back, lightly coughing, and looking up at me, her hand still on the base of my cock, now stroking it. She looked up at me with teary eyes. I put my hand under her chin and pulled her up, giving a hand in support as she stood. I pushed my body into hers, sending her falling back into the door, as I reached and unlocked the door. She was still staring up at me as she continued to fall back as the door was opening. I wasn’t going to waste time. Her desk was in the living room near the door, right where I remembered it. She was backing up into it with my direction. She didn’t know what was going on. The confusion was written all over her face. Her hands clung onto my biceps for support as I pushed her ass into the top of her desk. I grabbed her hips and flipped her around, sending her chest flying into the desk. She stood there, ass facing me, bent over the edge of the desk like a little puppet. “Pull your dress up for me.” I wanted to see what I was about to fuck.

I saw the red fabric lift and her round cheeks hanging out under it. She was lifting them slowly, teasing me. She was watching me look at her from the side of her eye, breathing hard into the desk. I watched as the red fabric was now gone, exposing her ass and pussy hiding sheepishly behind transparent lace. Her thong was so skinny, it barely covered her cute little pussy lips. She pulled the lacey string of her thong to the side with one hand, while the other pulled the other cheek on the other side. With the thong moved, clinging onto her ass, she let go and reached around from under her leg, to the front of her pussy. She started rubbing her middle finger on her clit and moaning. I watched, in satisfaction, as she touched herself for me, making that pussy dripping wet for me. She reached further up to her asshole and rubbed the wetness from her hole onto it. She was lubing up all her holes for me. I wanted to own them all.

I pulled my pants and boxers down lower and walked towards her. She slid her fingers down to her clit again. “Rub that clit while daddy fucks you from behind” I ordered. I started stroking my still hard cock up and down her pussy. I felt my head touch her finger and slide back up to her hole. It was tight. Even with how wet she was, it still gripped around my head. I kept teasing her, watching her let out small moans. I built up her anticipation, before I thrusted a 1/4 of my cock into her hole. Her whole body bumped up into the desk and she let out a loud moan. Her eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t stop playing with that clit.” She released her tense body and let me push the rest of my cock into her as she touched herself. By the time my cock was fully in, further with each slow thrust, she was moaning continuously. I couldn’t help it. The feeling of her crushing my cock with her wet, warm walls had me throbbing. I gripped her hips as I fucked her hard. I was so close to cumming, again. Not yet, I’m not ready.

I pulled my cock out and reached down to grab a fist full of her hair. Her head yanked back as I brought her up and pulled her around the desk to her chair. I pushed her down on the chair. She was panting again, with an exhausted look on her face. She was being used by me today. “Open your legs for me like a good little girl. Daddy wants to taste that pussy.” She listened, and parted her legs. I put my hands on her inner thighs and pushed her legs apart, motioning them to dangle over the chair handles. She put her hands under her thighs and held them up – her pussy in full display. I was on my knees, running my fingers up and down her inner thighs, digging my nails in. I watched as her skin left straight trails of red where my nails were scratching the skin of her inner thighs. Her pussy was clenching and pulsating as she continued to let out small moans of anticipation. I was hungry.

I didn’t quite know what it was about Laila that drove me crazy. Ever since I fucked her in my truck, I couldn’t stop wanting more. It was unusual. Every day since that moment she got out of my truck, the memory of fucking her flooded my mind. I didn’t need porn or other fuck sessions to satisfy my hunger. I needed her. Why? My brain didn’t have much capacity at that moment to process these thoughts. As I sat there, her pussy inches from my face, the heat of her legs radiating onto my fingertips, I watched as she let go of one leg and reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit again. I didn’t move. I sat there watching. Her finger moved around her clit and then down to her freshly fucked hole. She stuck her finger in, knuckle deep and started slowly finger fucking herself. After feeling the pleasure of that, she wanted more – I watched as she then inserted a second finger. I put one hand down to my cock and started stroking. I watched, my eyes fixated on her face as she enjoyed the sensations of her fingers in her pussy. She was imagining my cock inside her, just seconds ago, as she gave me a show. Her momentum slowed down as she pulled her fingers out. My eyes darted along with her fingers, not losing focus as I watched her then put her fingers in her mouth and lick the wetness off. She opened her mouth and I saw as her tongue circled around her two fingers, scraping the creamy wetness off. Her tongue stopped at the tip of her fingers and dove through the middle of them. I saw as she ran her tongue between the middle of her fingers extremely slowly. It hit me in that moment. That’s why I was so fascinated by her. She was a good girl who listened to what I said and let me fuck her. A complete stranger. A plumber. But she knew how to tease me. How to make it exciting and unpredictable.

I kneeled there, still stroking my cock as I watched her lick between her fingers, her tongue running up and down it. I’d never seen that before. She even knew how to lick her fingers uniquely. I was going crazy. I wanted to fuck her again, but I knew if I did, I’d cum instantly. I shoved my face into her pussy. She jerked into the seat in shock and put her hand away from lips, to the back of her thigh to hold it up as I ate her vigorously. She threw her head back and moaned. “Fuuuuuuuckk. Yes, yes daddy. God I missed your tongue on my clit.” I missed it too.

Her taste, sweet with a little tang, was coating my tongue as I licked and swirled it around her clit, with small intermissions to go down to her hole and fuck her with my tongue. I took the opportunity a few minutes in, to slide a finger inside. It started with one, and I worked my way up to two before her body shook. I pushed my fingertips up to cup her and push on her g-spot. When I felt it gripping my fingers inside, I rhythmically flicked her clit with my tongue. It wasn’t long before her whole body was possessed by my job and she was cumming hard. Her whole body clenched and she sprang up from the chair, her head dangling above mine as her fingers grabbed my hair. She pulled at my hair as I slowed down. Her body was starting to unclench but her orgasm wasn’t over. I increased my speed again with my tongue and fingers, sending her body into another jerking orgasm. She came hard again. She was screaming my name. I didn’t want to stop. With each scream, her voice got quieter. Her body flung back onto the chair and she laid there, eyes sealed shut, mouth wide open, losing control for the third time. She groaned for what seemed like 40 seconds, her body limp as the last orgasm lingered. I slipped my tongue back into my mouth, watching as my fingers slowly moved out of her with each thrust. Soon, my fingers where out of her wet pussy. I waited a few seconds, watching her lie there, exhausted. I felt the wetness on my cock as I started stroking it with the same hand. She had my fingers dripping with her cum. I looked down and saw her creaminess coat my cock as I continued to stoke it. I heard her chair creak. She was putting her legs down and beginning to stand up. I moved back, still on my knees. She got to her feet, and started untying her dress. The two parts of her dress fell to the side and she slipped it off, exposing a matching black lace corset bra. The lace, again, hid nothing. I saw her brown hard nipples poking through. She bent down, still keeping her eyes on me and unbuckled her sandals and flung them to the side, off her foot. She looked at me, a grin forming on her face as she watched me stroke myself to her strip tease.

“Daddy, lean back against the wall, I want to ride you” she said, followed by “please, daddy?” I could sense some attitude in her cute little begging tone. But I couldn’t lie, the thought of her riding my cock was controlling my mind. I couldn’t hold up the determination to fight her. I pushed off my knees, pulled my jeans off, and sat, my back leaning against the wall. She walked over to me slowly, turned around and reached for the top of her thong. With a slow bend in her body, she began to pull her thong down, her pussy and ass only inches from my face as she stood overtop me. I sat there, still leaning against the wall, my head poking up, looking at the view being unlocked in front of me. I was stroking my cock faster, with excitement. Slowly, the thong fell to her ankles, coated in her creaminess. I looked down and watched as she pulled her foot out of them and threw them at my cock. I felt the soft lace from her thong drape over my cock. I felt it rub against my throbbing skin as I caught it in my hand as I stroked. The wetness of her pussy on the panties lubed up my stroking. It felt like heaven. She looked back at me as she got on her knees and pushed her feet under my thighs. Oh god, I thought. My eyes trailed down the back of her head, down her spine, to her ass. Her ass was beautiful. I loved watching it bounce on my cock. I threw the panties to the side. I felt a jerk of excitement in my cock as her hand reached around and grabbed it. I put my hands on her hips and felt as she lowered her ass onto my cock, the tip of my head pushing inside her. Fuck.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her ass. I watched as she bounced it on my cock, slowly at first, picking up speed as she got more and more turned on. She bent forward and arched her back, giving me a more exposed view of the opening of her pussy gripping my cock. Every thrust up to the tip of my cock left a string of wetness glazing over me. She was horny. Using one arm as support, she reached the other around and pulled her ass apart to better my view. Her moans echoed off the wall. She was close to cumming. I could feel the ribbed walls of pussy grip me as it started bouncing faster and faster, slamming the tip of my cock into her stomach. She was taking it all, not one thrust didn’t start at my tip and end at the shaft of my cock. I put my hands on her hips and forced her down into me. We were both moaning simultaneously. “I’m going to cum again Daddy” she cried. Fuck.

This time I wasn’t able to control it. And I didn’t want to. “Cum for daddy. Cum on my cock. I know you want it. I’m going to fill you up again.” As the words left my mouth, she began shaking on me. I felt her cumming hard. I held her hips up as I felt the rush of my cum exploding through my cock and out the tip. I watched as my cock throbbed and pumped cum down her ass and pooled on her little butthole. I took my cock with one hand and pushed it a centimeter into her very tight and unused butthole. She wiggled in my grip, and looked back in confusion. I didn’t look up. I kept my grip firm on her hip and pushed my cock into her ass hole. I couldn’t stop cumming. Seeing her ass hole fill up and pulse out my ribbons of cum was the perfect end to our fucking. I squeezed the middle of my cock with my hand as the last little bit of cum dripped out of me, onto her hole. I rubbed the tip of my cock onto her pussy again, before it slipped back into her pussy. She let out a moan. It was a sloppy mess. I heard the cum gush out of her pussy as I entered it with my cock again. Her confused face turned hungry again. She slammed her ass down onto me, shoving my cock deep inside her. I was still hard and seeing her turned on by what just happened, wanting more, made me oblige. I took my hand off her hip and allowed her to ride me in reverse again. Fuck.

The sound of her cum and my cum, slamming onto my cock with every thrust, echoing off the walls in harmony with her moans, made me grow inside her. I was fully hard again. My body was succumbing to her grip again. I felt as another rush was rising up my cock. “Cum again for me Daddy” she begged as she looked back at me and kept riding. Her pace was increasing in speed. I watched, helplessly, as her ass bounced up and down, ricocheting from the impact. “Cum deep inside me. Fill me up again. Please, daddy.” I closed my eyes, banged my head back, and groaned non-stop as the cum shot out of me in squirts as it filled her pussy. This orgasm wasn’t as long and relaxing like the first. This one came out with force. It was a body-shriveling, hard, bursting orgasm. She slowed down her tempo, to a complete stop, my cock fully inside her. Her ass sat on my lap as my dick twitched in sensory-overload inside her. She was breathing hard. She combed her fingers through her hair, still sitting on my lap, my cock sitting cozy inside her saturated pussy. She got onto all fours and slowly pulled herself away, my cock flopping out of her, still slightly hard. She turned around and pushed my legs together before coming and sitting on my lap, facing me. She lowered her ass slowly onto me, her hands intertwining behind my neck and grabbing some of my hair. I felt her warm wet clit on my cock. My cum was dripping out of her and making a mess on her carpet. Neither of us cared.

I felt my body burn in excitement and relief. I couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened. I closed my eyes, feeling her body weight on me. Her holes, filled with my cum, were soaked. The thought of her ass hole, being prepared for my cock, sent a shock of anticipation up my spine. I was already beginning to imagine my cock stretching out her tiny tight butt hole during anal.

She sat on top of me smiling in satisfaction – like she could read my mind. I closed my eyes, and felt her soft lips push up against mine. She started kissing and grazing my lips softly with hers until soon she was making out with me. Our tongues danced together as she shoved her lips into mine. I still felt my cock twitching from what just happened. Her pussy was grinding into me as we kissed passionately. I could sit there all day, kissing her.

I guess I’m going to have to cancel on Steve…

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Thank you for taking the time to read my story! This was Part 2 of 2. I will try to attach a link below to the first part once it is approved! Let me know if I should make a Part 3?