The Plumber

I’m in my 30s married and a bit of a secret subby slut. I’m average build, average cock, pretty average. I’d been having some boiler trouble a while back. Had to call out a plumber to have a look. When he arrived he was an older guy, mid 50s, tidy body, grey hair. There was something about him that radiated sex. I was talking to him and couldn’t help but look down and blush when I saw how full the front of his work trousers were. I thought he caught me looking but  shuffled off and put it from my mind. I wasn’t home alone so just got on with the task at hand, tried not to look too much at his very full bulge and tried to act like a normal person and not a desperate faggot. The job was finished and the plumber was paid and went on his way. 

A couple of days later I’m browsing fabguys and get a message from a profile. Married, discreet, top. 56 years old, uncut, hung and thick. Two pictures attached to the profile. One close up of a thick veined uncut beast of a cock with huge smooth mushroom head on it, and one of that thick cock, wrapped in a condom and buried deep in an arse. The message read “thanks for the job the other day boy. I need to drop some paperwork round to you. Let me know when you’re home, alone, and I’ll bring it round”. 

I was shocked, I’d seen a ring on his finger when he was here and assumed he was straight and married. I was instantly hard. I wanted to taste that dick, it looked amazing. I messaged back to say I might be free Monday morning. He messaged back and said he’d be there to drop off the paperwork. 

Sunday afternoon I start to get cold feet. I’m worried about taking this big rough man’s thick cock in my hole. What he might expect, how he would be with me…I start laying the ground work to back out. I message him to let him know that I’ve got to go out with some friends and not sure how I’ll be in the morning. Maybe it’s better to reschedule. I get a message back a few hours later just saying “don’t mess me around boy”. I reply with “sorry daddy, maybe next week?” and get nothing back. 

I actually do go out with my friends and have a skin full of alcohol. I wake up the next morning, hungover and feeling rough but feeling a bit horny I check my messages. The plumber is online and must have noticed me looking at his profile. I get a message saying “changed your mind boy?” Attached is a picture of that massive dick. Mushroom head, pink and swollen. I panic and type back ‘I’m too hung over sir. Sorry, I don’t think I can handle it today’. No respond comes. 

I make my way downstairs and without opening the curtains lay down on the sofa and put the telly on. 25 mins later as I’m dozing with my hand casually stroking my cock there’s a knock on the door. I scramble up, tuck my semi into my pyjamas and head to the door. As I unlock it to open it I feel the door push open and in walks the plumber. He hands me a couple of sheets of paperwork and walks past me. I close the door a bit nervous and kind of in shock. He opens the door to the toilet and I hear him unzip. It sounds like a racehorse. It goes on forever and the whole time all I can think of is that thick cock. I sit on the sofa and have a quick look at the paperwork. I hear the toilet flush and look up. He’s standing in the doorway looking down at me. I gulp and look up as he steps into the room. With his hands on his belt he steps right up to me, his crotch at eye level. I look up to him and he says “go on then boy, you know you want it”.

I don’t know what to do, he’s in my house, I’m alone and I don’t think I could get him to leave if I tried. I know I kind of want it but this man scares me and as much as my mouth is watering I’m terrified of that cock. My hands are shaking as I lift them towards his belt. Before I get there his big hand lands on the back of my head and pushes my face into him. I can smell his manly and musky smell. I can feel the heat from his cock through the workwear. He’s grinding my nose into his hardening bulge at the same time saying “you know you want it lad, tell me you want it. I reply with a whisper “just a blow job sir? please daddy.” 

In response he pushes me down to my knees and starts to undo his belt and fly. He drops his trousers to his knees and grabs my head again pushing me into the thick outline of the cock in his CK briefs. It’s massive and my natural urge to please takes over. I can’t help it, my tongue is out licking and worshiping that massive cock, the fabric is getting wetter and more see-through. My face is digging at the sides of the elastic trying to get in to taste his balls without using my hands. He notices and lifts my head back, holding my chin, forcing me to look up at his face. He pulls his top off and his broad chest looms over me. Then he pulls down the elastic waist of his briefs and slaps his thick cock across my lips. I open my mouth to his insistent cock and start to run my tongue all over that massive head. I’m rock hard in my pyjamas and I can feel his boot rub against it. “Enjoying yourself?” He asks and chuckle. In response I force as much of him into my mouth as I can and gag myself on his cock while nodding. My eyes are streaming and I’m working up and down his shaft. He tastes amazing, clean but manly, like fresh sweat. I’m so horny, I want to make him cum, I want to please him. I want to taste his load and see hid face as he cums from my hard work. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and rubs a slimy trail of spit across my face. Teasing me, making me reach for it with my lips. Then with his big hands he directed my mouth to his balls. 

After a minute or two working his balls he steps back a bit and looks down at me. Looking at my bottoms he says “get those off I want to taste your hole”. I shake my head saying I’m not up to bottoming, I’m too rough and don’t think I can take it. His response is to lift me up by my top, push me back onto the sofa, and lean down over me. “Get them off!” He growled. I was nervous, and scared, he was clearly bigger and stronger than me. “Please…” I whisper, not really sure if I’m pleading for mercy or for more. At that he leaned over and kissed me, his lips crushing mine, mashing his face into mine. I didn’t know how to stop him. His hands grabbed my waist band and lifting my arse from the sofa he grabbed my trousers and briefs and pulled them off in one smooth motion and he stood back up. 

I was half on my back, my ankles in his hands and my hole exposed. His thick cock glistening and swaying in front of him. His weight on my legs essentially pinning me down he knelt down and leant forwards. His tongue lapping at my hole. I’m terrified by I’m hard and I can’t help but moan as he works me up. His tongue pushing into me as he says ‘that’s right lad open up for daddy”. I’m gasping and wriggling. I’m scared but it feels so good. His hand leaves my thigh and wraps around my cock. He’s pumping it in rhythm to his tongue fucking and I’m in ecstasy. 

Suddenly he stops, stands back up and leans over me. I can feel his cock head gliding up and down me crack as he leans in towards my nipples. I’m gasping and struggling to get my arms round to push him away. He bites down on my nipple at the same time as he pushes that massive cock head against my hole. The pain stuns me but I manage to get my hands between him and my arse. I try to push him away but the angle is wrong. All I can do is hold him from me. He makes eye contact with me and I’m terrified, I can see in his eyes he wants it and I don’t think I can stop him. “Please, it hurts” I beg, he just replies with one word. “Relax” and as he says it he pushes a little further into me. I feel like I’m being torn in half, suddenly I’m panicking, my hands struggling to hold him away from me “please daddy, not bareback, please it hurts”. “Relax boy!” He growls back at me. He spits into his hand pulls out and rubs in onto my hole. I’m pleading and begging for him to stop, to give me a second, to rubber up. My hands are scrabbling between us trying to stop him as he puts his weight behind his cock and impales me. I can feel it inching into me. Filling me up and stretching me.

“That’s it boy” he says and he’s almost all the way in “take daddy’s cock”. I’ve got tears in my eyes, I’ve never felt so full. My strength is useless, I can’t stop him, and I make eye contact with him as he pushes past that final notch, that last inch is in me and I’m full. My cock betraying me with its hardness. It starts to bounce as he begins fucking me, his pace quickening. I’m making noises somewhere between a whimper and a moan. The feel of that mushroom head pounding inside me, keeping me hard at the same time as his girth stretching my ring sting and burns. 

I’m helpless, he’s fucking me like a rag doll, his thick cock slamming into me, and leans down and takes a nipple in his teeth and I can’t take it, I stop fighting and grab my own cock, pumping away at it. I look into his face and moan “fuck me daddy” and I pull his face down to kiss me. His tongue is exploring my mouth. His mouth is hot, his breath quickening. I’m gasping for air and grunting with pain and pleasure. “Good boy” he moans into my open mouth “you’re making daddy’s cock feel so good” I grip down with my hole, milking that fat cock as I let go and finally say “please daddy, I want your load, please cum in me’. He grunts and picks up the pace. Slamming into me, short sharp thrusts pounding me. I can feel his grip tighten on me, his fingers digging in, his face flushes red and he slams two hard deep fucks into me as he starts to unload in me. Filling me with his hot load. I can’t hold back and within two pumps I’m cumming all myself, shooting rope after rope of hot cum between us.

“Good lad” he says as he slides from me. The absence of his cock leaving me feeling bruised and empty. He stands and pulls up his underwear and trousers. I’m shaking with post orgasmic bliss and spent energy. He pulls his top over his head, grunts a thanks and walks out leaving me gasping for breath not sure what just happened. A few hours later I get a message to say that my boiler needs regular inspection to keep it running. Good thing, because I was about to take a wrench to it just to have to call the plumber out again.