The Plumber
By Patience Bryce 
Copyright 12/2002

The plumber had been there before and knew his way around the house, 
so you told him to go ahead upstairs, mentioning that you may also 
have to run out for a bit.

The plumber made his way up the steps, not suspecting anything out of 
the ordinary as you made your way to the den, quietly shutting the 
door behind you, and switching on the computer screen. With a few 
keystrokes you toggled between two video cameras upstairs. You smile 
at your ingeniousness as you watch the plumber hesitate in the 
hallway, his head cocked to one side as though listening. The plumber 
looks around in uneasiness then move forward, cautious and quietly, 
his head moving back and forth as he passes each room. He notices one 
of the doors standing slightly ajar and approaches it. 

In the den you switch to the bedroom camera just as the plumber looks 
in, and you can just make out a sharp intake of breath at the sight 
before him. 

She lays naked on the bed, stretched and tied spread eagle to the 
bedposts. A blindfold covers her eyes, a brightly colored ball fills 
her mouth, so that only an occasional muffled sound is heard; the 
eyes of the plumber drift toward the motion of her hips. Then he 
realizes what is causing both the motion and the soft whimpering 
emanating from behind the gag. His cock springs to attention as he 
looks at the device anchored between her legs. A dildo undulates 
slowly, working in dual directions as it penetrates her pussy. She 
writhes in excitement and in need. It is obvious to the plumber that 
while the short thick dildo is exciting her; it's not quite enough to 
get the job done. She appears to be part of a perpetual tease, as 
she pulls at her restraints, trying to bear down further on the 
dildo. The sound of her wetness can be heard at each thrust the 
dildo makes into her flesh. She lapses into quietness now and then, 
as though trying to ignore the constant invasion between her legs.

The camera pans unobserved in it's hiding spot as you focus back on 
the plumber, wondering just what his reactions will be. Obviously the 
plumber is aroused, if the front of his trousers are an indication. 
His hand rubs across his crotch absentmindedly as he ponders the 
vision in front of him. Deviously you reach out for the doorknob, 
turning it, opening it slightly then shoving it back closed. You 
switch back to the hallway camera just as the door bangs loudly and 
the plumber scurries into the bathroom, where he already should have 
been fixing a leaky faucet. Grinning like the Cheshire cat you 
contemplate your next move. You reach for the microphone stand as you 
switch back to the bedroom camera. You watch her grow still as you 
start speaking into the microphone and right into her ear. 

"He was watching you pet. He also appears to have gotten a VERY hard 
cock at the sight of you laying there, helpless to the teasing 
between your legs."

The only reply being a groan...

"Yes my horny pet, I think the plumber may have been wondering just 
what it might feel like if he were the one between your legs instead 
of that fat little dildo. Is that what has you so excited? Not the 
dildo but the idea that the plumber, already a bit disheveled and 
greasy from a previous job, wants nothing more then to crawl onto 
your naked body and stick his hard dick inside you and fuck you till 
he squirts his cum inside you??"

You zoom the camera in closer to her face, noting the perspiration 
forming on her forehead, her hair beginning to cling damply to her 
cheeks as well as her shoulders. Her breathing is heavier. Panning 
down to her nipples, hugely erect. You lick your lips, recalling how 
you enjoy those nipples when they become so engorged, so sensitive 
and tasty. How she writhes beneath you when your teeth graze them, 
before biting, making her body slam up against yours in reaction. You 
sigh and realize it was time to put more of the plan in action before 
you just went up there yourself and ravaged her yet again. Your own 
cock was responding to the scenario and beginning to throb it's own 
desire. With a few more keystrokes she no longer heard your voice but 
some low music, just enough to keep her from hearing the usual and 
small sounds of a household.

In the bathroom upstairs the plumber peered out from the doorway, 
listening carefully. He wanted to go back to the sight of the woman 
tied to the bed. He wanted...
But he was interrupted in his thoughts by your voice calling up the 
stairs explaining that you'd be back in about half an hour that you 
had an urgent errand to attend to. The plumber almost groaned out 
loud at the prospect of being alone with the female captive, but 
finally managed a more appropriate manly grunt merely acknowledging 
that he got the message. 

The plumber quietly crept to the front of the hall and watched as the 
man drove away from the house. He gave it another couple minutes to 
be sure the man didn't forget something and come back too soon. 
Finally the plumber turned around and headed back to the room holding 
the naked woman. He entered the room almost believing she wouldn't 
really be there, that somehow he had imagined it. But there she was. 
Still bound, still being prodded by the dildo. Softly he moved 
further into the room, taking in the sight more completely. The 
plumber moved around the bed, noticing this time that she had 
headphones on. She couldn't move, see, hear, or speak. She could 
only lie there and take it. But the plumber still jumped when she 
turned her head to the right, as though to look right at him! She 
must have sensed him there, or felt the air being disturbed around 
them as he made his way beside her. He stood very still until he 
realized she couldn't possibly know he was there, and then he 
relaxed. So what if she knew someone was there. She wouldn't know 
it was the plumber. 

She had been startled when your voice interrupted the music to 
announce that the plumber was right beside her. Every nerve felt as 
though it was standing on end at alert. She was convinced she could 
sense that someone was there. The voice low and rhythmic as it went 
on about how the person there wanted her. How aroused he was by her. 
How much he wanted to fuck her. It wasn't that she wanted this total 
stranger it was ... how could she describe it? She didn't fully 
understand anything right now except that she wanted fucked. She 
needed it. Now. And she didn't much care how or by whom. She knew 
on some level she should care - but she couldn't get there - couldn't 
find that bit of morality. Her body was demanding some action. Any 
action to satisfy its hunger. Still turned in his direction her body 
moved, thrust as it tried to twist in its bonds, trying to 
communicate to the stranger that she wanted him to do something. 

The smell of her sex permeated the room. The organ pushing into her 
was making louder sucking noises with each penetration. The plumber's 
nostrils flare to take in more of her scent, as his hands work 
quickly at his buckle and push his pants to the floor. His large 
workman's hands surround and pull on his cock, now unimpeded by 
clothing. Quickly any care he had about not getting caught was 
falling away. Animal instincts were taking over. He may as well have 
been a male dog presented with a female bitch in heat, because 
nothing was going to stop the pure lust and need.

Having driven around to the alley, you had quietly re-entered the 
house, slipping back into the den unnoticed. Your breath caught as 
you saw the plumber already in the room, so close to her. Your cock 
throbbed when you watched closely as she reacted to your news. 
Remaining quiet you watch the scene unfold rapidly. Even though you 
are not in the room, you are aware that something has happened. There 
is no more mere curiosity playing itself out on the part of the 
plumber. There was something about the look in his eyes. The look of 
a hungry wolf as it happens upon an injured lamb. All you could do 
was watch. You weren't even sure you could hold back your own orgasm.

With something close to a growl the plumber reached between her legs 
and yanked out the pulsating dildo, stripping it from its mooring and 
tossing it to the floor. He hopped up onto the bed in one fluid 
movement, bringing himself over to of her. Without a caress, a touch, 
a kiss, he thrust himself forward and fully impaled her on his hard 
cock and began to furiously fuck her. His head bent down as his hip 
piston back and forth, driving his hardness deep into her wet hot 
opening. His body gave off a sweaty sheen to the camera as he moved 
lower and bit her hard nipple. Her body thrust up against his, 
groaning and moaning against the gag. He howled like a wild animal 
as he grabbed the headboard and pulled himself up over her further, 
driving himself as deep as he could into her. When he felt the 
sponginess of her cervix at the tip of his cock he grew lightheaded 
with excitement and gave one more thrust, imagining that his cock's 
head actually penetrated her cervix and began spraying his cum 
directly into her womb. The plumber collapsed on top of her, barely 
able to catch his own breath. Her whimpering brought him back to 
reality, as he realized he was heavy oh her. He felt like he'd just 
run a marathon and was having difficulty moving himself. He rolled 
off her and found himself on his back on the floor, gazing at the 
ceiling. Falling off the bed didn't even hurt. Slowly the plumber got 
to his feet. Like someone who had been on a drinking binge he moved 
awkwardly and slow, swaying from side to side. He'd never 
experienced such a powerful orgasm. 

Downstairs you can barely stand waiting. Having watched the scenario 
unfold for the camera you wanted so much to be there, to use her to 
cum in her. Your cock aches incessantly. Finally you grab the door 
and slam it shut, hoping it hurries the plumber out of the bedroom. 
In hope you watch the screen and the only thing that indicates that 
he heard the door downstairs close were his eyes. Panic widened them, 
but apparently his body couldn't follow quickly. He let the camera 
pan down between her legs where he could see the plumber's ejaculate 
beginning to ooze out of her. Closely watching he realized she was 
clenching her cunt muscles and feeling the small bursts of cum being 
squeezed out. She was far from finished that was obvious. 

The hell with the plumber. 

You bound up the steps two at a time, ignoring the plumber now 
sitting against the bathroom door, still out of breath. In the 
bedroom you hastily remove your clothes strewing them about 
carelessly, not taking your eyes off the bound body in front of you. 
You move to the bed and crawl up between her legs. You grab your cock 
and poise it at her opening as your other hand moves up to the 
blindfold. Simultaneously you shove yourself into her as you brush 
the blindfold back from her eyes. Inserting yourself into her fully 
you grab her hair in two fists, pinning her head down to the bed. 
Staring into each other's eyes you thrust in and out of her. So hot, 
so wet...but you can still feel the muscles inside her clamping around 
your cock, milking it. You don't hold back this time. Your mouth 
opens and you emit a loud growl and grind deeply against her, filling 
her with your own hot cum. Looking down at her, your mouth remains 
open, panting. Sweat drips from your face onto hers. 

Finally catching your breath, you unclench your hands from her hair 
and move them down to remove her gag. Tenderly you kiss her. Your 
hips continue to move against her, your cock remaining rigid inside 
her. Her mouth is eager against yours, the tip of her tongue darts 
into your mouth, as her hips take on a constant thrusting against 
you. Slower this time, the passion mounts. Your hand slides up along 
her face, caressing her cheek as she leans it against it, making her 
sigh into your mouth. Two bodies rubbing against each other, no 
longer with the fury of need but with a passion unmatched. The flames 
are nudged higher...the bodies moving quicker. She can feel the thud of 
your heart against her chest. You kiss her chin, her nose, her 
forehead, and her eyes...your tongue flicking out along her skin. Her 
whimpering turning to cries and you know she is so close. Tears from 
her passion slip from the corner of her eyes, her lower lip quivers 
as she looks up at you, stares into your eyes, allowing herself to be 
lost in them. You watch the changes coming over her, feeling the heat 
of her rising. Then you see her eyes widen a bit, her mouth forms 
and `O' and her pussy begins to milk your cock in earnest...followed by 
an explosion of heat and warmth. Quickly you put her face down to 
hers and kiss her, your tongue pushing between her lips, your body 
pressing down on hers, giving her something to press back against as 
she shudders through her orgasm. The hot flood around your cock 
brings on your own, second orgasm as you groan appreciatively into 
her inviting mouth.

No one speaks a word. You slip off to the side and hold onto her. 
Each of you dozes while neither of you hears the plumber leaving. 
Having witnessed the aftermath of his use of the woman he realized 
that he was not going to be in any trouble. Later downstairs there is 
a detailed plumber's bill with the total crossed out and "NO CHARGE" 
scrawled across it in ink, along with a simple, "Thanks for your 
business" imprinted across the bottom. 

"We'll have to use the same plumber again next time," He told her as 
he looked down at her. 
Blushing she replied, "For the plumbing?"
"Plumbing. Maybe yours, maybe the house," he chuckled. 



  
The Plumber