Joe the Plumber
By Sensuous
I always used to hear about how housewives with nothing to do were screwing the milkman, the appliance repair guy and the plumber, but after five years running my own plumbing business, I hadn't seen any of it. I probably avoided it by being very business-like. Sure, there were one or two times when I thought I might have been flirted with, but I just brushed it off. There was one time when a good looking 40-ish housewife offered me lunch and ate it with me, but even then the conversation was pretty tame and I did not get the idea that the customer was interested in me, sexually... Besides, I am usually so busy that I don't have spare time during the work day. I'm not a real outgoing type and generally just go home tired at the end of the day, eat dinner, watch TV and go to bed.
I'm a thirty-year old black man, about 5?10? and 165 pounds. I'm not very dark skinned, sort of a dark brown. I jog, hike work out at the gym, so I am in decent shape, but I am not a heavily muscled ?hot? guy, at least as I see it. At my ex-wife's insistence, I wear a small diamond stud in my left earlobe. Most of my customers are regulars, who have been happy with my work over the ten years I have worked in this area, five with the guy who taught it to me and retired and the rest after I bought him out. My attitude of ?just business? is something I learned from him. He was a straight-laced older guy, married to the same woman for forty years, white, overweight, church-going and hardly the type to be screwing customers.
I was married for three years while still an apprentice and the marriage broke up because my wife wanted more than she could get on an apprentice plumber's income. She's a legal secretary and the sort of beautiful black woman (she could be Toni Braxton's sister) who would turn any head. Our sex was great and was very hot right up to the time she told me she would be leaving me for her boss, a white guy who I am sure would give her whatever she wanted, at least until he found some other 'trophy.? She didn't see it that way, of course. Her parting shot to me was that she would miss sex with me, but her new guy's money would make up for the less hot sex and his having a smaller dick. I never really thought about the question of interracial sex. I've always lived in a mostly white neighborhood near the same Midwestern city, and still do. My customers are mostly in the better neighborhoods, and I try to cultivate them. I'd been with two white girls in high school (I was a guard on our basketball team and that was all it took), and didn't see that there was any big deal to it. Of course, my girlfriend in my senior year was to be my wife and compared to her the few other girls both black and white I'd been with were sort of ordinary in the looks department.
I received a call last week from a regular customer; a woman in her 60's who couldn't so much as replace a washer in a faucet on her own. She told me that she had a new neighbor who apparently needed a new water heater and someone to install a new dishwasher. For me, that's a pretty good sale and I jumped at the chance when my customer asked if I'd do her a favor and do the work. I called and spoke to the new customer, Mr. James, and agreed to stop by before going home that night. Mr. James turned out to be a guy in his fifties, whose wife had passed away a year earlier. He was a single parent with two *********, and told me that his work running his retail store would not allow him to be there when I was working. He said one of his ********* would have to be there or I would just have to work alone in the house. He said both of his ?girls? were students at the local community college. So we made an appointment at a time when he could let me in early in the morning and then go off to his work. It was a good job for me and would make me a good profit. We agreed that I would order the water heater and dishwasher and be ready to start work after they came in. I figured I'd get the job done in maybe a day and a half.
I went to the job in my pickup, which was pretty well known in the area, with my name ?Joe the Plumber? on it. I was able to unload the appliances on to the driveway, knocked on the door and Mr. James let me in. The house was not as grand as some in the neighborhood, and all on one floor, with a large fenced backyard... He went off to work and I got down to mine. As I was unpacking the dishwasher in the kitchen, I heard a cell phone ring somewhere else in the house. A few minutes later, I heard doors opening and closing and a toilet flushing, so I figured that Mr. James? ********* were up. I didn't turn around as I heard someone walking barefoot toward the kitchen, and a girlish voice obviously talking on the telephone. But I heard someone say loudly ?Who are you?? in a startled way. I turned and stood up, looking into two deep blue eyes framed by near platinum hair she was wearing up with one of those 'scrunchy" things. I introduced myself and the girl, who was easily 5?10?, seemed to relax, and said into the phone at her ear...?It's OK; it's a plumber...just like my *** to not tell me... I'd better tell my sister, because she'll freak out otherwise.?
She finished her call and I explained what I was doing there, which seemed not to interest her. She introduced herself as Ellen, told me she was a student and was 20 years old, and that her ?little sister? Jackie, who was 18, was probably still asleep. That Ellen was standing there in a silky looking blue Teddy didn't seem to bother her at all. I could see the nipples on her nice but not large tits through the teddy and I realized that this was a very hot young girl, who knew what she had going for her. She said she had to get going to school, had just one class that day and would be back later. She walked out toward the bedrooms and I could hear her talking to someone, who I assumed was Jackie. I went back to work and in about 15 minutes, Ellen came by, told me that she was leaving and was gone. She'd cleaned herself up and was wearing low-ride jeans and a tube top, was wearing bright pink lip gloss and a little eye make-up. Like I said, very hot. Just looking at her had me beginning to get hard. But I went back to work.
My back was again turned away when someone said ?Hello, I'm Jackie.? Jackie turned out to be much shorter than her sister, and even a bit thin, but standing there barefoot, in a t-shirt without a bra and shorts, was just as hot as her sister. She had long black hair and green eyes, I'd say maybe 5?3? and 100 pounds or maybe a little more. She had pretty big tits for a small and thin girl; I'd guess maybe 35D that filled her t-shirt very well. She had a gold ring in her navel, which was on a tanned and really flat belly. She smiled as I looked her over and said ?Like what you see?? I said ?I'd be lying if I said no.? She smiled and said she'd make breakfast for herself and asked if I'd like to take a break and have some coffee. I said I would and a few minutes later we were sitting at the table. She was very talkative, telling me that she and her sister did not want to move there, and that she had split with her boyfriend over it. She kept saying how boring she found living there. She also asked a lot of questions. When I told her that my wife and I had divorced, she asked if I had cheated on her and I told her it was really the other way around. She sort of looked at me and said she had trouble believing that, since I was, she said, kind of cute. She had no classes that day and had planned on just hanging around the house, and said she'd try to stay out of my way. Later, I noticed as I was working that she had changed into a white terry cloth robe and gone out into the yard, with a magazine and a pack of cigarettes in her hand. I just continued working and didn't pay her any mind.
About mid-morning, I heard the sliding door from the yard opening and turned to see her. She stood there, drew a deep puff on her cigarette, and I thought made her pose as sexy as can be and said ?I'm bored,? like she was some little kid that required entertainment. I said I had no time to be bored and she responded by asking me if I thought her attractive. I said I'd told her so earlier. She said ?let's see how much,? and dropped her robe to the floor. She was naked. Well, I must have been gaping, because I 'm not used to having pretty young girls with great tits, flat bellies and cute ?bubble-butt? asses throwing themselves at me. But I didn't need much encouragement. She came into my arms, but I held her away, saying my work clothes were dirty. She laughed and said, ?Then let's take them off.? She took me by the hand and pulled me to her bedroom, which was medium sized, with a queen sized bed in it. She kissed me on the lips and began undressing me. I kept looking at her and her beautiful body. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled at my belt, like she was in hurry and hungry for something, pouting when she had some trouble unbuttoning my pants. By this time my dick was starting to get hard, so when I was down to my boxers, she could see that they were sort of tented out just a little.
She stepped back and looked me over. She seemed satisfied and took me around the waist and gave me a wet open-mouthed kiss, with lots of tongue, which had me rising in my shorts. Then she whispered, ?Is it true what they say about black guys?? I said she'd have to see for herself. She reached down and without taking her eyes off me stepped back and pushed my shorts down far enough so that my cock sprang out. It was no where near fully hard, but she stepped back and looked down, and said ?I guess it is.? She said ?Now I really don't know why your wife cheated on you.? There I was standing naked and feeling like I was on some sort of exhibition. But she came into my arms, pulled my head down and kissed me while stroking my cock slowly as it thickened and grew in her hand. She went over and sat down on the bed and patted it. I sat down next to her and we spent three or four minutes feeling each other's bodies and just getting to know the feel of each other. I noticed that her pussy was not completely shaved, but that she'd left some of the dark pubic hair. We got onto the bed and spent lots of time kissing, hugging and feeling each other. By this time my cock was fully hard and the head was showing out of the foreskin. She played with it, saying her boyfriends had all been circumcised, so she wanted to play with it. Then she went down on me, obviously knowing what she was about, so that all 9+ inches were soon ready for business. I then kept licking her breasts and put my hands down at the pussy lips. I could tell that she was getting warm, but not ready to fuck. I licked my way down her belly and she moaned, rolling to her back and opening her legs and raising her knees, so I could get to her deeply. When I started licking her very large clit, she cried ?Oh yes, do it.? I licked at her, putting a finger into her and feeling that she seemed tight. I continued until her pussy lips had become puffy and she had become wet.
I moved up onto her and looked into those green eyes, which were half-closed. She said ?Fuck me with that big black cock, I want it.? So part of her way to beat her boredom was to fuck a black guy. OK, I was with it. So I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy about four inches. He eyes opened wide and she winced a little, saying ?Ow, you are really big.? So I slowed down, licked her neck and waited while she adjusted to me a bit and then moved smoothly into her. As I did, she let out a sigh, saying ?So hard and so long, give it to me.? I raised myself up and looked down to see that my long and thick cock was coated with her wetness and then, holding myself on my hands began skewering into her, fucking her rapidly as she cried almost as though in pain, so I slowed down, but she said ?No, don't stop, I'm almost there.? She pulled me down to her and I lay on her, holding her ass in my hands and fucking like a jackhammer as she cried out her orgasm, ?Oh, Oh I love it, don't stop.? I continued fucking her through another orgasm and felt that I would come soon. She must have sensed it because looked up at me and said ?Don't come in me, please.? So when I was ready, I pulled out and my come spurted onto her flat belly as she laughed and giggled like a kid, which I guess she was. I figured I'd get back to work and she sort of pouted and said, ?But I want more.? We agreed that I'd work another few hours and then take a break with her.
Two hours later, I was back in her bed, fucking her from behind, holding those big tits and watching her ass cheeks ripple with each pounding thrust, while her pussy lips gripped my dick. She was so loud I thought the cops would show up. Just as she was coming for what must have been the fourth time, I heard the front door slam and someone walking up the hallway. I pulled out and was standing there with my 9+? cock shining with her wetness when Ellen walked in, and did not even seem surprised. I started to stammer, when Jackie said, ?See, I told you he'd be big before I even saw him. My girlfriend Sally said she fucked a black guy and he was so big it hurt...? Ellen laughed and said, "You were right," focusing on my deflating cock. She said, ?Will you share?? Jackie said ?Sure?, and before I could say anything, Ellen was stripping down and on the bed with Jackie. Well, there is a first for anything, and not only was I about to have two hot girls together, but they were sisters!
After kissing Ellen hotly and having her stroke my cock back up to attention, she pushed me on my back, straddled me and took me into her, slowly, because like her sister she was tight. We fucked like that for a few minutes, until Jackie complained that we were leaving her out. Ellen popped up, got on her hands and knees and so did Jackie, right next to her. Still wet from Ellen I plowed into Jackie and fucked her furiously for about five minutes, then moved next to her and did the same to Ellen, who seemed to take my cock more easily. I continued fucking Ellen like that while she came three times and finally, began to grunt as my balls told me I was near. As I buried myself in Ellen, Jackie got under me and licked my balls as I spurted into her sister. Frankly, my head was spinning. I did not want to stop, but their father would be home and probably pissed at the lack of progress. So I begged off and went back to my real work.
I had to work over until the afternoon of the next day to get the project done. Old man James never knew the real reason why, but I gave him a substantial discount on the labor, telling him that the job had gone slower than I anticipated and I did not think it fair to have him pay for that. He thanked me and I wanted to say ?No, Thank you.? I made a good profit and had ridden both his ********* to heaven.
After that time, I happened to see Ellen at a local store and she visited with me at my apartment, where we fucked like mad and she taught me about anal sex, which she loved. It was OK, but not my thing. But hey, you don't look a gift pussy in the mouth. Or do you?
By Sensuous
I always used to hear about how housewives with nothing to do were screwing the milkman, the appliance repair guy and the plumber, but after five years running my own plumbing business, I hadn't seen any of it. I probably avoided it by being very business-like. Sure, there were one or two times when I thought I might have been flirted with, but I just brushed it off. There was one time when a good looking 40-ish housewife offered me lunch and ate it with me, but even then the conversation was pretty tame and I did not get the idea that the customer was interested in me, sexually... Besides, I am usually so busy that I don't have spare time during the work day. I'm not a real outgoing type and generally just go home tired at the end of the day, eat dinner, watch TV and go to bed.
I'm a thirty-year old black man, about 5?10? and 165 pounds. I'm not very dark skinned, sort of a dark brown. I jog, hike work out at the gym, so I am in decent shape, but I am not a heavily muscled ?hot? guy, at least as I see it. At my ex-wife's insistence, I wear a small diamond stud in my left earlobe. Most of my customers are regulars, who have been happy with my work over the ten years I have worked in this area, five with the guy who taught it to me and retired and the rest after I bought him out. My attitude of ?just business? is something I learned from him. He was a straight-laced older guy, married to the same woman for forty years, white, overweight, church-going and hardly the type to be screwing customers.
I was married for three years while still an apprentice and the marriage broke up because my wife wanted more than she could get on an apprentice plumber's income. She's a legal secretary and the sort of beautiful black woman (she could be Toni Braxton's sister) who would turn any head. Our sex was great and was very hot right up to the time she told me she would be leaving me for her boss, a white guy who I am sure would give her whatever she wanted, at least until he found some other 'trophy.? She didn't see it that way, of course. Her parting shot to me was that she would miss sex with me, but her new guy's money would make up for the less hot sex and his having a smaller dick. I never really thought about the question of interracial sex. I've always lived in a mostly white neighborhood near the same Midwestern city, and still do. My customers are mostly in the better neighborhoods, and I try to cultivate them. I'd been with two white girls in high school (I was a guard on our basketball team and that was all it took), and didn't see that there was any big deal to it. Of course, my girlfriend in my senior year was to be my wife and compared to her the few other girls both black and white I'd been with were sort of ordinary in the looks department.
I received a call last week from a regular customer; a woman in her 60's who couldn't so much as replace a washer in a faucet on her own. She told me that she had a new neighbor who apparently needed a new water heater and someone to install a new dishwasher. For me, that's a pretty good sale and I jumped at the chance when my customer asked if I'd do her a favor and do the work. I called and spoke to the new customer, Mr. James, and agreed to stop by before going home that night. Mr. James turned out to be a guy in his fifties, whose wife had passed away a year earlier. He was a single parent with two *********, and told me that his work running his retail store would not allow him to be there when I was working. He said one of his ********* would have to be there or I would just have to work alone in the house. He said both of his ?girls? were students at the local community college. So we made an appointment at a time when he could let me in early in the morning and then go off to his work. It was a good job for me and would make me a good profit. We agreed that I would order the water heater and dishwasher and be ready to start work after they came in. I figured I'd get the job done in maybe a day and a half.
I went to the job in my pickup, which was pretty well known in the area, with my name ?Joe the Plumber? on it. I was able to unload the appliances on to the driveway, knocked on the door and Mr. James let me in. The house was not as grand as some in the neighborhood, and all on one floor, with a large fenced backyard... He went off to work and I got down to mine. As I was unpacking the dishwasher in the kitchen, I heard a cell phone ring somewhere else in the house. A few minutes later, I heard doors opening and closing and a toilet flushing, so I figured that Mr. James? ********* were up. I didn't turn around as I heard someone walking barefoot toward the kitchen, and a girlish voice obviously talking on the telephone. But I heard someone say loudly ?Who are you?? in a startled way. I turned and stood up, looking into two deep blue eyes framed by near platinum hair she was wearing up with one of those 'scrunchy" things. I introduced myself and the girl, who was easily 5?10?, seemed to relax, and said into the phone at her ear...?It's OK; it's a plumber...just like my *** to not tell me... I'd better tell my sister, because she'll freak out otherwise.?
She finished her call and I explained what I was doing there, which seemed not to interest her. She introduced herself as Ellen, told me she was a student and was 20 years old, and that her ?little sister? Jackie, who was 18, was probably still asleep. That Ellen was standing there in a silky looking blue Teddy didn't seem to bother her at all. I could see the nipples on her nice but not large tits through the teddy and I realized that this was a very hot young girl, who knew what she had going for her. She said she had to get going to school, had just one class that day and would be back later. She walked out toward the bedrooms and I could hear her talking to someone, who I assumed was Jackie. I went back to work and in about 15 minutes, Ellen came by, told me that she was leaving and was gone. She'd cleaned herself up and was wearing low-ride jeans and a tube top, was wearing bright pink lip gloss and a little eye make-up. Like I said, very hot. Just looking at her had me beginning to get hard. But I went back to work.
My back was again turned away when someone said ?Hello, I'm Jackie.? Jackie turned out to be much shorter than her sister, and even a bit thin, but standing there barefoot, in a t-shirt without a bra and shorts, was just as hot as her sister. She had long black hair and green eyes, I'd say maybe 5?3? and 100 pounds or maybe a little more. She had pretty big tits for a small and thin girl; I'd guess maybe 35D that filled her t-shirt very well. She had a gold ring in her navel, which was on a tanned and really flat belly. She smiled as I looked her over and said ?Like what you see?? I said ?I'd be lying if I said no.? She smiled and said she'd make breakfast for herself and asked if I'd like to take a break and have some coffee. I said I would and a few minutes later we were sitting at the table. She was very talkative, telling me that she and her sister did not want to move there, and that she had split with her boyfriend over it. She kept saying how boring she found living there. She also asked a lot of questions. When I told her that my wife and I had divorced, she asked if I had cheated on her and I told her it was really the other way around. She sort of looked at me and said she had trouble believing that, since I was, she said, kind of cute. She had no classes that day and had planned on just hanging around the house, and said she'd try to stay out of my way. Later, I noticed as I was working that she had changed into a white terry cloth robe and gone out into the yard, with a magazine and a pack of cigarettes in her hand. I just continued working and didn't pay her any mind.
About mid-morning, I heard the sliding door from the yard opening and turned to see her. She stood there, drew a deep puff on her cigarette, and I thought made her pose as sexy as can be and said ?I'm bored,? like she was some little kid that required entertainment. I said I had no time to be bored and she responded by asking me if I thought her attractive. I said I'd told her so earlier. She said ?let's see how much,? and dropped her robe to the floor. She was naked. Well, I must have been gaping, because I 'm not used to having pretty young girls with great tits, flat bellies and cute ?bubble-butt? asses throwing themselves at me. But I didn't need much encouragement. She came into my arms, but I held her away, saying my work clothes were dirty. She laughed and said, ?Then let's take them off.? She took me by the hand and pulled me to her bedroom, which was medium sized, with a queen sized bed in it. She kissed me on the lips and began undressing me. I kept looking at her and her beautiful body. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled at my belt, like she was in hurry and hungry for something, pouting when she had some trouble unbuttoning my pants. By this time my dick was starting to get hard, so when I was down to my boxers, she could see that they were sort of tented out just a little.
She stepped back and looked me over. She seemed satisfied and took me around the waist and gave me a wet open-mouthed kiss, with lots of tongue, which had me rising in my shorts. Then she whispered, ?Is it true what they say about black guys?? I said she'd have to see for herself. She reached down and without taking her eyes off me stepped back and pushed my shorts down far enough so that my cock sprang out. It was no where near fully hard, but she stepped back and looked down, and said ?I guess it is.? She said ?Now I really don't know why your wife cheated on you.? There I was standing naked and feeling like I was on some sort of exhibition. But she came into my arms, pulled my head down and kissed me while stroking my cock slowly as it thickened and grew in her hand. She went over and sat down on the bed and patted it. I sat down next to her and we spent three or four minutes feeling each other's bodies and just getting to know the feel of each other. I noticed that her pussy was not completely shaved, but that she'd left some of the dark pubic hair. We got onto the bed and spent lots of time kissing, hugging and feeling each other. By this time my cock was fully hard and the head was showing out of the foreskin. She played with it, saying her boyfriends had all been circumcised, so she wanted to play with it. Then she went down on me, obviously knowing what she was about, so that all 9+ inches were soon ready for business. I then kept licking her breasts and put my hands down at the pussy lips. I could tell that she was getting warm, but not ready to fuck. I licked my way down her belly and she moaned, rolling to her back and opening her legs and raising her knees, so I could get to her deeply. When I started licking her very large clit, she cried ?Oh yes, do it.? I licked at her, putting a finger into her and feeling that she seemed tight. I continued until her pussy lips had become puffy and she had become wet.
I moved up onto her and looked into those green eyes, which were half-closed. She said ?Fuck me with that big black cock, I want it.? So part of her way to beat her boredom was to fuck a black guy. OK, I was with it. So I pushed the head of my cock into her pussy about four inches. He eyes opened wide and she winced a little, saying ?Ow, you are really big.? So I slowed down, licked her neck and waited while she adjusted to me a bit and then moved smoothly into her. As I did, she let out a sigh, saying ?So hard and so long, give it to me.? I raised myself up and looked down to see that my long and thick cock was coated with her wetness and then, holding myself on my hands began skewering into her, fucking her rapidly as she cried almost as though in pain, so I slowed down, but she said ?No, don't stop, I'm almost there.? She pulled me down to her and I lay on her, holding her ass in my hands and fucking like a jackhammer as she cried out her orgasm, ?Oh, Oh I love it, don't stop.? I continued fucking her through another orgasm and felt that I would come soon. She must have sensed it because looked up at me and said ?Don't come in me, please.? So when I was ready, I pulled out and my come spurted onto her flat belly as she laughed and giggled like a kid, which I guess she was. I figured I'd get back to work and she sort of pouted and said, ?But I want more.? We agreed that I'd work another few hours and then take a break with her.
Two hours later, I was back in her bed, fucking her from behind, holding those big tits and watching her ass cheeks ripple with each pounding thrust, while her pussy lips gripped my dick. She was so loud I thought the cops would show up. Just as she was coming for what must have been the fourth time, I heard the front door slam and someone walking up the hallway. I pulled out and was standing there with my 9+? cock shining with her wetness when Ellen walked in, and did not even seem surprised. I started to stammer, when Jackie said, ?See, I told you he'd be big before I even saw him. My girlfriend Sally said she fucked a black guy and he was so big it hurt...? Ellen laughed and said, "You were right," focusing on my deflating cock. She said, ?Will you share?? Jackie said ?Sure?, and before I could say anything, Ellen was stripping down and on the bed with Jackie. Well, there is a first for anything, and not only was I about to have two hot girls together, but they were sisters!
After kissing Ellen hotly and having her stroke my cock back up to attention, she pushed me on my back, straddled me and took me into her, slowly, because like her sister she was tight. We fucked like that for a few minutes, until Jackie complained that we were leaving her out. Ellen popped up, got on her hands and knees and so did Jackie, right next to her. Still wet from Ellen I plowed into Jackie and fucked her furiously for about five minutes, then moved next to her and did the same to Ellen, who seemed to take my cock more easily. I continued fucking Ellen like that while she came three times and finally, began to grunt as my balls told me I was near. As I buried myself in Ellen, Jackie got under me and licked my balls as I spurted into her sister. Frankly, my head was spinning. I did not want to stop, but their father would be home and probably pissed at the lack of progress. So I begged off and went back to my real work.
I had to work over until the afternoon of the next day to get the project done. Old man James never knew the real reason why, but I gave him a substantial discount on the labor, telling him that the job had gone slower than I anticipated and I did not think it fair to have him pay for that. He thanked me and I wanted to say ?No, Thank you.? I made a good profit and had ridden both his ********* to heaven.
After that time, I happened to see Ellen at a local store and she visited with me at my apartment, where we fucked like mad and she taught me about anal sex, which she loved. It was OK, but not my thing. But hey, you don't look a gift pussy in the mouth. Or do you?
