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From: Zeespot <zeespot@deletethis.operamail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Plumber's Helper (FM, oral, interracial)
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Date: Tue, 12 Sep 2006 02:10:02 -0400
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Title: Plumber's Helper
Summary: The plumber who comes to fix his kitchen sink is far sexier 
than he ever expected.
Language: English
Copyright: September 2006
Chapters: 1

Plumber's Helper (FM, oral, interracial)
by Z-Spot <zeespot(at)operamail.com>

That day, I sat at my computer, trying to think of the next chapter of 
my novel. I'd been working on the same chapter for about a week, stuck 
on the fate of a character I had brought close to death in the chapter 
before. It worked for the plot, but I was stuck with the question of 
whether to let the character die or have her survive the fall. Both 
seemed logical, but how would it affect the path of the story? Would I 
lose the audience? I only had a month to finish the novel according to 
my contract as it was. Then my publisher would start knocking on my 
door.

My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my apartment door. Was my 
publisher here already? No, I remembered. I had called the maintenance 
line about a leak under my kitchen sink. That was probably them.

I opened the door, expecting to face a greasy, overweight guy with five 
o-clock shadow carrying a toolbox. Imagine my shock at the sight of a 
young woman in jeans and a T-shirt. The only thing that matched my 
imaginary plumber was the toolbox she carried. The woman was Hispanic 
with long, black hair tied back in a ponytail. I guessed her age in the 
early twenties. She stood less than five feet tall, looking up at me 
with large brown eyes. Dark oil stains covered parts of the T-shirt, but 
they did nothing to take away from the bulge of her breasts underneath. 
The T-shirt didn't quite come all the way down to her waist, and I could 
see a slip of her bare stomach before it vanished into her jeans. The 
jeans hugged her wide hips and thighs very nicely. 

She smiled up at me with full lips and brushed a lock of her hair from 
her eyes. Her voice had a touch of a Spanish accent. "Hi, I'm with 
maintenance. You called about a leak in your kitchen?"

It took a moment before I could speak. "Oh, yeah. Come on in."

"Thanks." The woman walked in, looking around the apartment. "Nice. Like 
what you've done with the place. I'm Emma, by the way."

"Charlie. Nice to meet you. Kitchen's this way."

I headed for the kitchen, wishing I could have imagined it would be a 
gorgeous woman coming to fix my sink. I only wore a pair of plain gray 
sweatpants and a plain white undershirt. I didn't even have shoes or 
socks on. The tiles felt cold on my bare soles as I walked into the 
kitchen and pointed to the sink. 

"Thanks." Emma set down her toolbox and bent over to open the doors 
under the sink. I couldn't help glancing down at her jeans as they 
stretched tight over the round and firm cheeks of her butt. I couldn't 
help imagining what lay underneath. When she straightened and turned 
around, I forced myself to tear my gaze away and focus on her.

Emma's mouth curved up in a smile. "I know what you're thinkin'."

Uh-oh. I tried to look casual as I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

Emma spread her hands and waved them a little in the air. "Yeah. You're 
thinkin', 'I was expecting some big Italian guy in overalls and a 
plumbers' crack,' not a little girl like me."

I laughed, almost sighing in relief. She really hadn't guessed 
everything I had been thinking. "Oh, no. Well, I mean, sort of, but it's 
no big deal."

Emma giggled as she knelt down to open her toolbox. "I get that all the 
time. My dad taught me plumbing. I don't look like a plumber, but I know 
my stuff."

"Of course. I believe you."

"But I can do the rest of it." Emma stood up, turned around, and looked 
over her shoulder at me while she pulled down her jeans in the back, 
exposing an inch of the crack of her butt. "That more like it?"

I laughed, partly because it was funny, and partly trying to cover up 
how turned on I was. I tried not to stare too hard at the cleavage 
poking out of her jeans, and how easy it was to follow it down and trace 
the curves of her buttocks through the cloth.

Emma giggled some more, then got down on her knees in front of the sink. 
She hadn't pulled up her jeans, and I couldn't help drinking in the 
rounded cleavage of her rear vanishing into them.

I completely forgot my work then, just enjoying being around Emma. She 
did know her stuff. I watched her work on the sink with interest, and 
the sight of her body with more interest. When she bent over, I admired 
her ass. When she sat up, I watched the front of her T-shirt mold itself 
to her full breasts. I was addicted. And she wasn't bad companionship, 
either. It turned out that we had both grown up in the same area. We had 
even gone to the same high school, and we laughed about the teachers and 
students we remembered.

We also talked about our families, and my heart melted hearing her talk 
about her mother who had died young, leaving her to be raised by her 
father. By the time an hour had passed, I had made up my mind that I had 
to have her.

She finally made one final turn on a pipe with a wrench and got to her 
feet. "All done. She's as good as new."

"Thanks," I said, my mind racing for excuses to keep her around. "Can I 
get you something to drink?"

Emma tossed her wrench back into her toolbox and braced her hands on her 
wide hips. "Sure. Soda's fine. Pepsi if you have it."

I went to the fridge, opened the door, and thanked myself for not 
drinking the last can of Pepsi the night before. "Just happen to have 
one left."

I tossed her the can and got a grape soda for myself. She popped open 
the can, gulped some of it down, and leaned against the counter.

"So I've done all the talking," Emma said. "Tell me about yourself. You 
live in this apartment alone?"

"Yeah, just me. I used to have a roommate, but he skipped out on the 
rent one too many times."

"Nice." Emma took a sip of her Pepsi, eyeing me over the edge of the 
can. "So I guess your girlfriend must like having this place all to 
herself then, huh?"

"Oh, I'm between girlfriends right now."

Emma's smile pricked up in one corner. "Oh, now how can that be? A fine-
looking man such as yourself is single?"

I laughed, feeling my cheeks warming in a blush. "Yeah, well, spread the 
word. Maybe that'll change."

Emma set the Pepsi down on the counter and leaned one elbow against it. 
She braced her fist on her chin and looked up at me with her crooked 
smile. "Oh, I'm not telling any of my girlfriends. I want you all to 
myself."

My laughter tapered off, hardly believing my ears. I had expected to 
dance around the obvious for a little while, and was unprepared for the 
direct approach. I found myself mumbling like an idiot, trying to think 
of my next move.

Emma giggled and lowered her eyes. "You know, I seen you around the 
complex. I was hoping you'd be here when I came to fix your sink."

"Really? Well, I haven't seen you before, but if I had known there was a 
plumber here this cute, I would've called sooner. I take it you're 
single?"

Emma cocked her head to one side, letting her ponytail fall to one 
shoulder. "Yeah, I ain't hooked up with nobody. I just got off a bad 
relationship and I'm not really looking for anything serious. Right now, 
I'm interested in having fun, you know? That okay with you?"

"Sure is." I let my gaze drop down to take in the neckline of her shirt, 
which had fallen down to expose the dark canyon of her cleavage. "I'm 
all into having fun."

"Good. Then let's have some fun." Emma turned away from me, smiling 
coyly over her shoulder as her hands worked at the front of her jeans. 
The jeans loosened and slipped down her legs to the floor. They left her 
muscular legs cocked before me, and I followed them up to the thong that 
cradled the cheeks of her perfect ass.

Emma watched my expression from over her shoulder. "I seen you checking 
me out all this time. Thought maybe you'd like a better view."

I stepped closer to her. "Very nice. I do love that view. You have an 
amazing body."

Emma giggled, then turned around to face me. I admired the front of her 
lacy black thong climbing up between her thighs, tracing it down to the 
treasure between them. "You're not so bad yourself."

She reached out to run her fingers up my left arm. Her hand was cold and 
firm, but delicate. "I been checkin' out those muscles since I got in 
here. Wondering how they would feel around me."

Her brown eyes rolled up to me. "I want to find out."

Until that moment, I had no idea that Emma had known I existed. I 
certainly hadn't seen her before. I would have remembered her. The 
thought that she had been observing and admiring me all this time turned 
me on even more.

I leaned down to kiss her. Our mouths pushed against each other. Her 
soft lips felt like warm pillows against mine. I pushed my tongue into 
her mouth. She moaned under her breath. I allowed my arms to crawl down 
her body and grasp her waist. Her breath expelled in a huff as I yanked 
her up against me. I wanted her to feel the hardness under the crotch of 
my sweatpants. From the way her hips ground up against me, I assumed it 
was mission accomplished.

I let my hands drift downwards to run my palms down the cheeks of her 
butt. The soft, smooth flesh yielded gently to me. She moaned softly 
into my mouth. I moved my thumbs up to hook onto the waistband of her 
panties and drag them down. I broke the kiss to look down and watch her 
slit revealed to me, veiled by a curtain of dark, curly hair. She 
planted her small hands on my chest to push me away and let me see her 
body. Watching her standing there, gazing up to me naked from the waist 
down with just a T-shirt made my crotch ache. 

She reached down to her hips and peeled off her T-shirt to reveal a 
lacy, black bra. Emma smirked at me as she reached back to unhook it and 
let it fall away. Her breasts looked even more inviting than I had 
imagined, firm and round with nipples the color of dark chocolate that 
stood high on their peaks. The nipples had swollen into perfectly round 
spheres that I couldn't help leaning down to taste. Emma moaned and ran 
her fingers along the back of my neck as I sucked one of her breasts 
into my mouth. She was so small that I had to crouch to reach it, but it 
was worth the trip. I tasted her skin in my mouth, felt the hot bead 
harden more against my tongue, and she rewarded me with gasps of 
pleasure.

"Oh, _papi_," Emma moaned. "I want you."

Her hands groped at my waist to guide my sweatpants down my legs. I 
straightened a little to make it easier. Emma only had to bend over 
slightly to reach my boxers and guide them down, revealing the firm 
shaft that bounce towards her. Emma licked her plump lips, then opened 
her mouth to guide me between them. It was my turn to groan as she 
sucked me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I let my hands rest on the 
back of her head, guiding it back and forth as it coaxed me further into 
hardness.

As her hot mouth glided over me, I knew I wouldn't be able to take it 
much longer. I needed her. I gently disengaged her from my shaft and 
brought her mouth up to kiss her again. I feasted on her lips as I let 
my hands glide down her smooth back until they came to the soft, round 
globes at the base.

I pushed upwards, cupping a cheek in both hands, until I hoisted Emma up 
into the air. She seemed to weigh almost nothing. Emma wrapped her legs 
around me, locking her feet together in the small of my back. She leaned 
back against the wall as she pressed her lips against mine in a 
passionate kiss. I felt her wetness gliding over my rigid shaft. I 
lifted her higher until the tip of my manhood found its way into her, 
and then let her settle down onto me.

Emma's legs tightened as she threw her head back and groaned. "Oh, yes. 
Oh, you feel so good, _papi_!"

Her voice pierced my heart with her desire. I braced her up against the 
wall of the kitchen and pushed into her, bouncing her on my lap with my 
hands and thighs. I felt her sneakers dig into the small of my back as 
she matched my thrusts with her legs. We moved together, slowly and 
steadily, while we kissed passionately.

I felt her hips quiver and her legs tighten around my waist as her 
orgasm swept through her. She whimpered softly into my mouth as it 
gripped her body, then left her limp on my thrusting lap. I slid her 
down off my legs to the floor. 

Emma staggered a little on unsteady legs, looking up at me with wide 
eyes. "Are we done already?"

"Not quite." I turned her around to admire the beautiful roundness of 
her ass. I could smell her musk as I bent her over on my kitchen 
counter, spreading the cheeks wider to expose her glistening slit.

Emma moaned as she stretched herself out on the linoleum. "How did you 
know I like it from behind?"

"Because the feeling is mutual."

With her waist resting on the edge of the counter, her legs didn't even 
reach the floor. Emma was left dangling on the counter like a hinge, 
looking over her shoulder at me. I brushed her long hair away from her 
back as I came up behind her and slid myself deep into her from behind. 
Emma cried out as I pushed into her. 

"Oh, that's it," Emma moaned. "Do it deep, _papi_. Fill me up with your 
hot white cock."

Her hands reached out to grip the kitchen counter as I thrust into her. 
Her large breasts swept across my counter as I moved back and forth. Her 
beautiful round butt cheeks rippled in front of me with every impact, 
leaving me to ride the wave in again. I felt her legs twitching against 
the kitchen counter underneath her. Her tiny toes clawed at the wood 
like fingers, trying to hold her steady. I ran my hands up her soft, 
arching back to grip her shoulders and pull her closer to me. 

Her wetness stroked every inch of my manhood like velvet. The sight of 
her trembling body spread before me pushed me closer and closer to the 
edge. And when she looked over her shoulder at me with those brown eyes, 
half-closed with passion, her plump lips parted in ecstasy, I knew I 
couldn't hold back any longer.

I forced myself up deep into her, all the way until my pubic hair 
tickled the back of her thighs, and let go. My warm semen spurted deep 
up inside her. Emma's teeth clenched and her upper lip curled into a 
snarl as she came again. Her legs twitched with each spasm of her body 
and rattled the doors of my counter. The tightness of her squeezed every 
last drop into her heated depths. I felt our juices oozing out to coat 
the back of her thighs.

Emma sank down and lay on the kitchen counter, gasping for breath. I 
hunched over and planted tender kisses up her spine until I reached her 
neck and nuzzled it. We just lay there in the fading light of our 
pleasure for a long time.

Emma was the one to break the spell, sitting up hard and pushing me off. 
"Oh, fuck, I gotta get goin'. There's a stopped-up toilet in Building C 
that I gotta get to today."

As she wriggled down to the floor, I couldn't help feeling a little 
disappointed at how quickly our encounter had ended. I chuckled and 
murmured, "Nothing like pillow talk."

Emma reached a hand up to stroke the muscles on my chest. "Oh, baby, I'm 
sorry. That was so good. I wanna stay and do it again, but I'm on the 
clock."

She scurried over to step into her panties and slip them over her 
thighs. "But that was real nice, just the kind of fun I was lookin' 
for."

When Emma slipped her T-shirt over her head, her face popped out of the 
collar with a knowing smile. "I was kinda hoping things would work out 
this way. And hoping it could work out again?"

I sighed with relief at the knowledge that she wasn't disappearing out 
of my life. I slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close to 
kiss her. "Definitely."

"Great." Emma jumped a little as she tugged on her jeans, then grabbed a 
pen, scribbled a number on the repair order sheet, and handed it to me. 
"But next time, don't wait for a broken sink to call me."
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