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Down The Drain
by Danielle (address withheld)
***
A young plumber is called to a house to discover the
woman of his dreams - pregnant. (MF, reluc, oral, mc,
preg)
***
It seems like only yesterday I was encountering her
beautiful round belly and her beautiful milk filled
jugs that I could not wait to get my hands on and suck
and then fill up a dome-shaped belly with hot, thick
streams of cum. Today, I am going to stop some leaky
eyes, and pump some thick fluid up the beautiful pussy
of a woman whose marriage just went down the drain.
Mrs. Melanie Moore's house was my first house of the
day. I was supposed to start working on her pipes at
ten o' clock, but there was two cancellations and I had
to start earlier. She had some broken pipes beneath her
sink, and her husband never had time to fix them. I did
not know what I was in store for. Her husband had left
for work at six that morning.
I arrived at her house on Tuckerberry Avenue. It was a
small vinyl siding beige colored house- nothing
immaculate or even that beautiful. The house was just
perfect for a new couple-, which is what her and her
husband were.
I pulled into the drive, wrote down the house number
and done all of my verifications and even called my
boss to let him know that I was there. Now, I am a
plumber, and I know that people normally have their
first impression of a plumber. They picture this ugly,
hairy, fat, half-bald guy with sweaty armpits, and half
of his crack hanging out above the belt of his pants,
but I am not that type of a plumber.
I am five feet, eleven inches tall, really good
physique, and I am rather tanned. I am also thirty-five
years old and was surprisingly single. I work out at
the gym on my spare time so I am quite muscular. Ah,
but listen to me rattle on about myself when I should
be telling of the experience of a lifetime. Here I was
at the house that forever sticks in my memory.
When Mrs. Moore opened the door, my jaw nearly dropped
to the floor, but yet I was strong enough to keep it in
place and be professional. I had too. There she was, a
beautiful five feet and five inches tall, long brown
hair, soft blue eyes, and there only covered by her
husband's button up shirt was a beautiful round bulging
baby belly and nice, voluptuous breasts filled with
warm milk.
She had a beautiful smile, perfect teeth, and a sweet,
sleepy attitude. I hoped that she would not look down
and also that my tool belt would hide the beginning of
a bulge that I had in my pants just looking at her.
"Hey," she exclaimed sheepishly.
"Hi," I replied as calm as I could be.
"Come on in," she responded. "I didn't expect you this
early. I apologize. I just got out of bed."
"That's ok, ma'am," I assured her.
"Do you want some coffee?" she asked, yawning.
"No," I replied, thinking to myself that I would only
want it if the cream in it either came from her breasts
or her pussy.
Oh, if that woman only knew what I wanted as I stepped
gently into the sunlit doorway of her small house. Now,
before I go on any further, pregnancy is a turn-on to
me. And might I add, a major turn on. Melanie had to be
about seven or eight months along. I can't help but to
think that her body is healthy enough and fertile
enough to produce children and the process it took for
that beautiful belly to be fat like that.
The process of that cream filling up her pussy and her
muscles contracting to grab every small sperm of it
possible is just almost ecstasy to think of. I also
can't look over the fact that pregnant women loved to
get fucked. They always have a good sex drive.
"Where is your kitchen sink?" I asked her.
"It is in here," she replied. "I don't know what
happened to the stupid pipes. They just busted.'
"Don't worry," I reassured her. "I have it under
control."
She led me to a nice, small kitchen with soaked towels
spread on the floor. I kicked them aside and opened up
the cabinet underneath the sink and saw the unsightly
pipes. I reached under the sink and began loosening
them and examining them. They would need to be
replaced. She disappeared into the back of the house
without noticing me watch her fine ass as she dragged
herself down the hall. I ran out to my van to get the
pipes I would need to replace hers. All I could think
about out at my van was sitting her upon that sink and
licking that oozing pussy, then gently bending her over
her couch in the dining room fucking her and satisfying
her sexual hunger.
What a pervert, I thought to myself. She is married and
so sweet. How could you think that, you fool?
I went back inside with the tools and the pipes that I
needed to replace Melanie's. I lay on my back on the
floor and slid myself under the sink to do my work.
About five minutes into my work, there came that
gorgeous creation in the same shirt standing over my
body bent over with the top open up enough that I could
see just the top of those delicious filled jugs when I
leaned up.
"Would you like something to drink? I have tea?" she
asked.
Was this little bitch trying to tease me or what? I
answered her question with a quick no, as I watched her
pretty legs step over me and carry on about her way.
"Ok," she replied. "I will be back in the back if you
need anything."
She had no clue what I needed. I needed some of that
warm milk oozing out of those pert wide nipples onto my
tongue. I continued on, halfway focused on busted pipes
and halfway focused on that beautiful pregnant body. I
needed my eight-inch cock slipping in and out of that
wet pussy with those muscles throbbing and a baby only
centimeters away from my hard cock. I needed Melanie's
beautiful mouth wetting my cock as it slid up and down
it with me gazing at her glowing cheeks and her
beautiful sky-blue eyes.
Ok, Brent, get back to work, I kept thinking to myself.
For the next twenty minutes or so, I tried hard to keep
focused on pipes, valves, and wrenches and other things
only beneath a kitchen sink. I quickly wiped them down
and then mopped her floor looking around to make sure
that she wasn't in the room. I figured that would help
her since she was a stay-at-home new mom. I set the mop
aside. Then, I turned the water back on with the
cabinets opened so that I could see if any water was
leaking and if I needed to do any extra adjustments. My
work was finished. Brand new pipes installed and not
one single leak. I pulled the bill out of my back
pocket and wrote down what had been done, what parts I
used, totaled that up, and then I added what she or her
husband owed for my labor and service call.
I looked in the living room, and she was not there. I
looked in the dining room, Melanie was not there
either. Where was she? I called her.
"Mrs. Moore," I called.
She came out of the bedroom and on down the hall
brushing her hair. I handed her the bill. Her eyes grew
wide with a look of dismay and worry. She then began
shaking her head and lifted her small hand to her
mouth.
"Ma'am, I know that you don't understand why the price
is rather high on your bill. May I explain why, in
itemized detail, why the bill is what it is?"
She nodded with her hand still up in front of her
mouth. I proceeded to go into a bit of detail on what
is charged for labor, service calls, her pipes, and
basically everything that was listed.
"That is not the problem. I understand the bill
perfectly. I just don't know how my husband and I are
going to pay this amount. This is more than he makes in
one week and I wish I had this money and hand it to
you. With a baby and all, money is so tight for us,"
she said. "Is there anyway I can pay it in monthly
notes?"
My mind went to clicking. I didn't know at that exact
moment how to handle her crisis the way I wanted it
handled. What could I say to her, I began thinking.
"Alright, Melanie- may I call you that?" I asked.
Almost crying, she nodded quickly.
"Oh, please don't cry," I begged her. "We can figure
out something, besides you are too beautiful to cry."
She smiled a little.
"Do you have any milk?" I asked as I placed my hand on
my chest.
"She looked down at her breasts and then placed her
hand on her own chest.
"Well, they started producing last week, but I don't
know if I am willing to go that far for this bill."
"You don't understand, Melanie, that is not it."
"Sir, it would be hard enough to give you my milk, but
to go any further than that would be completely against
my vows."
I start laughing because she completely misunderstands
and she then starts breaking down.
"O.K, I will do this, but please stop laughing and you
can't breathe a word to anyone that I did this for
you."
Melanie turned around and walked in her bedroom, still
clad in her husbands button-up shirt and loose jogging
shorts. I was reluctant to follow her because I had
never done this before and then again I was horny as
hell standing there looking at her round belly, her
enormous, milk filled titties, and her long brown hair.
I walked down the hall about ten feet behind her. She
turned and went swiftly into her bedroom.
I paused a moment, took a deep breath and went on down
the hall. To my amazement, as I turned into the room,
there lay Melanie on her and her husband's bed. Her
shirt was open exposing her beautiful large areoles,
her perfect dome shaped belly, and oh, my heavens, her
shaved opening.
What hurt me a bit was that she put her pillow over her
face to hide the shame of having sex with another man.
That did not stop me, I was already thinking with the
wrong head. As I was pulling my pants down, my cell
phone fell out of my pocket. What a wonderful idea, I
thought. I picked up my phone and snapped a few
pictures of her legs open wide, waiting for my cock. I
then dropped my phone, and then proceeded to crawl and
mount. My eyes rolled back as my cock went into her
pussy. It was hot and wet and somewhat beautifully
shallow. At this point, I didn't care if I pleased her.
She was my fantasy. I was getting what I wanted.
As, my humping proceeded to get faster in that pussy, I
reached up there, grabbed that fucking pillow off of
her beautiful face.
"Look at me, bitch," I aggressively exclaimed, "you are
already committing the perfect sin, and you might as
well enjoy my big cock up in there."
I slapped her titty slightly to get her attention, and
then milk just began oozing, my throbbing dick got
harder and I could not get my mouth on her nipple fast
enough to catch that sweet creamy milk. As I sucked
them, she started moaning. I could feel the muscles in
her pussy contracting and constricting my large cock. I
knew that she was having multiple orgasms.
I was so torn at that moment between the two most
beautiful places on her body. I didn't know if I wanted
to keep sucking her warm milk out of those beautiful
titties, or keep fucking that hot, wet cunt she had.
Damn! I was having the best time I had ever had. She
was enjoying it too. She had several more orgasms. I
kept pumping her full of my cock until my excitement
overwhelmed me. I could not hold off any longer. I
asked her where she wanted my hot cum to go. She
couldn't bear to allow my cock out of her pussy.
"Just keep going! she cried. "Just keep going!"
She was in the middle of what seemed like her sixth
orgasm and her eyes were rolling back and her head was
tilted as far back as it could go. I released hot globs
of cum into her throbbing pussy where her cervix lay
waiting. If she hadn't have been pregnant, when I got
through with her, she damn well would have been. As I
quivered my last drop of cum into her. I pulled out and
started toward the door feeling a bit guilty now as the
blood got to the right head. But what startled me is
what she said as she sat up in bed as I was pulling up
my pants.
"When and how many more payments do I owe you?"
"I will be in touch,"I said, sternly.
About two months later after she had her baby, I called
her again from my work number. She remembered exactly
who I was.
"I guess I owe you another payment," she said
naughtily.
"You are right you owe some more. When is the best time
that I can come and collect my payment?"
"About 7 am," she said, "but my husband has not even
touched me since you and I did it. My six weeks have
just passed."
"That's fine," I told her. "I'll be more than happy to
open your beautiful pussy back up and get some fresh
milk."
"But, Brent," she said.
I stopped her in mid-sentence.
"You do want those pipes to stay under the sink don't
you? I still have your bill in my truck."
I had paid for it myself about a week after my escapade
with her, but she didn't know that. I still kept her
yellow carbon copy in my wallet, however.
"O.K." she said, surrendering.
"Great, then I will be right over."
I went over to her house. She met me at the door in a
white t-shirt, no bra, and a little pair of jogging
pants. Those tits were still beautiful and enlarged. I
barged my way in and closed the door behind me. I took
her by the hair of her head and pulled her in to me for
a deep kiss and caressed gently over her titties, and
then forced my hand down her jogging pants and started
fingering her pussy.
"Have you missed me, Melanie," I whispered in her ear.
"Y-yeh... yes," she stammered.
"Good," I whispered back.
We went off to her bed where we had made passionate
love before. She reached into the drawer beside her bed
after she had taken off all of her clothes. She pulled
out a condom that her doctor had given her for
protection. I took it from her and reached in my wallet
and pulled out her bill. She took it.
"What is this?" she asked.
"I thought we were trading things. You are going to
give me a condom and I am going to give you the bill,"
I said.
Tears started swelling up in her eyes as she traded the
bill back for the condom.
She tried to explain to me that she didn't want another
child this soon after she had the baby.
"What the hell are you talking about, Melanie? You know
that you can't get pregnant while breast-feeding a
child," I told her.
Her eyes lit back up a little.
"Oh, ok, she said as she lay back down on the bed. I
removed my clothes. I crawled up on top of her
beautiful body. I began sucking the sweet, thick milk
out her right breast then I alternated to her left
breast. She began moaning so softly. As I was getting
my milk, I reached down and began fingering the soft
lips of her pussy. She was unbelievably wet. She was
going to leave a wet spot before I even got started.
This was enough for me. I had to get my cock into her
pussy. I backed up and thrust myself into her. Her eyes
rolled back and it was as if I were two times my own
size.
She immediately orgasmed off of one single penetration.
I had her. The more that I fucked her the more she
moaned. I didn't know how long I could hold off on
unleashing loads of cum into her waiting womb the more
that I thought about getting her pregnant with my child
and how she would have to explain to her husband that
it was his baby. It only seemed like two minutes and I
shot long, hot streams of cum into her. I knew that she
would be pregnant with my child in a matter of hours.
We got up to go clean up. We took a shower together. I
loved watching her close her eyes and tilt her head
back up under the warm water. Seeing the water run down
over those beautiful milk-filled breasts made my cock
keep a hard-on. Then I looked on down at her just-
flattened womb and my cock rose even harder as I
thought that my child was in there and it would be no
time that that beautiful belly would be growing again
and those beautiful titties would stay full of milk. I
leaned over and began caressing her titties as the
water run down in between us. I pulled her to me,
kissed her and I had to have some more milk.
I leaned down and picked each of them up as I fondled
her nipples simultaneously. They were big enough that I
could put them together and suck them both at the same
time. I placed them together, and just as I did her
milk began running out of them so easily as the warm
water ran over them. I began sucking them and her head
went back again. She wanted more. She reached down and
started stroking my cock.
It was an unbelievable feeling to suck milk out of her
tits in a shower as she stroked my cock. I had to have
her again. I turned her around and she grasped the
knobs of the shower as she bent over just enough where
I could penetrate that beautiful pussy again. I began
plunging my cock in and out of her pussy as she moaned
and begged me for more. As I was dumping my load into
her for the second time, the handle she was grasping so
tightly began cracking and leaking. Lucky for her, I
knew how to pack and fix things. After we got dressed,
I went out to my vehicle, got the tools and supplies
that I needed and done a quick repair on her shower.
As I got finished, I turned to see her standing in the
doorway in nothing but a towel, I looked her up and
down, and there running down her leg was my cum. To my
utter amazement, my cock got hard again at just the
sight of it. So, I get up, pull my pants down and turn
her and bend her over in the doorway and after what
seemed like an eternity of pounding her, I finally bust
my third load of the day. My dick instantly falls soft.
She left to go and freshen up in the half bathroom of
her bedroom. I started packing my tools. Just as I was
heading down the hallway after a full day of fucking
and fixing, a young skinny, lanky guy walks in the
door. I knew immediately it must be her husband.
"You have a great day, sir, your shower is now good as
new," I quickly told him.
"My shower?" he asked, confused. "What was wrong with
it?"
"You had a leaking valve I had to replace," I told him.
Depressingly, he asked, "Well, how much do I owe you
for it?"
"It won't be as much as the kitchen sink was, but I
will have to tally it up for you as soon as I put my
tools away."
I walked out of the front door. As I walked out,
Melanie came and met her husband in the living room
with a hug and a kiss.
"What happened to the shower?" he asked.
"I slipped and almost fell and caught myself on the
knobs and broke it," she replied. "I am lucky he came
straight out."
I knocked on the door and her husband answered and
asked how bad was his bill. After presenting the bill,
he asked me if I would hold another check like I am
still holding the last one.
"I am sorry, sir, I cannot hold this check. I am
already holding one and my boss is fussing," I told
him. "You will have to take care of this one, Mr.
Moore."
As her husband walked into the kitchen to get himself a
beer, he told her to pay me. As Melanie dug deep into
her purse to get her last dollars to pay me, she gave
me the most gruesome look. As I took the money with my
right hand, my left hand reached under and grabbed her
pussy. It made a noticeable wet spot which I knew was
my cum. If her husband had not been there, she would
have got a fourth dose of baby cream. As I turned to
leave, her husband walked back in with his beer, and I
told them that I would be back in a month to check for
leaks at no charge.
"If you need me before them," I said as I looked
Melanie in the eye, "Call me. You have my number."
***
The days and weeks flew by quick for Melanie, until the
day I showed up and her husbands truck was there, so I
came back the next day. When I got there, I knocked and
Melanie answered the door in her typical morning attire
of her husband's dress shirt and her panties, but she
was holding a towel and was ghost white. I asked her
what was wrong. She claimed she was extremely nauseated
and had been throwing up for the last week. That was
why her husband apparently had used up all of his
vacation time to stay home and take care of her and the
baby. How nice he was, I thought, to take care of her
and my growing baby.
"I can't do this now. I am just too sick, she told me.
"My period is supposed to be starting and I think that
either this is just a stomach virus along with my PMS."
Not knowing what to say, I agreed to come back in a
week. But things for Melanie didn't change much. Her
"stomach virus" lessened, but her period never came.
The following Monday when I came back, I knocked. She
opened the door. She was worried about her missing
period. I advised her that her sickness and everything
was probably just her stress, and that it was common to
miss her period after having a baby and while
breastfeeding. I told her that I had a girlfriend that
missed her period because of the same thing. That made
her feel somewhat better. I handed her her money back
and tells her and told her that I would much rather her
pay in installments. With her hurting for money the way
they were, she easily accepted it and smiled. She also
thanked me.
"Have you had any problem with your plumbing lately?" I
asked her.
"No," she replied. "No problems other than my own."
"Then would you be willing to pay me my third
installment?" I asked.
She looked at me and told me that she wished that I
would not call it an installment and that I made her
sound so cheap. I readily agreed to stop doing so, but
I didn't see it that way. So, I walked over to her and
began rubbing and caressing her face. I kissed her. As
I began kissing her, I started caressing her breasts.
Once again, we went back into her room and we fucked
again as we had done times before. I plunged my cock
once again in and out of her pussy and it felt so good
since I knew my baby was in there. As I was popping my
second nut in it, my cell phone rang. It was an
emergency service call on Eleventh Street. I had to go.
Work kept me busy over the next few weeks. Service call
after service call. It seemed as if every time I turned
on Tuckerberry Avenue to go and see the mother of my
baby, my phone would ring. Finally, a break and I got
to go see her, but I was not greeted very kindly this
time. As she answered the door to my knocking, she
immediately held out a pregnancy test with a positive
reading.
"There is nothing wrong with the plumbing," she scolded
me. "I trusted you. I know this isn't my husband's
baby. He wears protection religiously."
"Are you sure its mine?" I asked. "Condoms break, you
know."
"I do know and I also know that they don't work if you
don't wear them, Brent," she replied. All I could do is
ask her what she wanted me to do. She told me nothing
that I had done enough. So, I turned and left. I did
not see her and my baby for nine months.
After about a year of not seeing her, I decided to take
a risk. I had to see her and my baby. So, I snuck over
and busted, quickly and quietly, an outside faucet.
Her husband walked outside the next morning to go to
work and immediately discovers my damage. He gets on
the phone and calls me. I told him I would be there
within an hour. He thanked me and then calls his wife
as he is backing out of the driveway to inform her that
I would be fixing the outside faucet. She quickly
wanted to call a different plumber to see if one could
come quicker. He told her no, that I would be there
within the hour and was probably on my way.
I arrived at their house. Melanie frowned when she
answered the door.
"I understand that you have a broken faucet outside.
Your husband just called me," I calmly told her.
She was dressed in her nightly attire: her husband's
button up dress shirt, and a pair of boxers this time.
"And how are your babies," I asked her with a little
smirk.
"They are fine," she told me.
I went outside fixed the pipe and come back inside and
reached out to touch her tit and she pushed my hand
away.
"Don't you think you have done enough damage," she
angrily questioned me.
I pulled out my cell phone and scrolled to the few
pictures that I snapped of her beautiful pussy that I
got the first time I fucked her. I held the camera in
front of her with her picture on it of her dripping
pussy and her legs open wide.
"I could do more if you don't let me see my baby and
let me have some milk," I cockily told her.
Her hand went to her mouth and her eyes swelled red
with tears. She then led me to a room at the back of
her house and there, lying in the crib, was a beautiful
brown-haired girl fast asleep. She was beautiful and
resembled me somewhat. I almost cried.
I reached out and put my arm around Melanie, walked up
behind her and whispered in her ear. "She looks like
us, doesn't she? How did it feel carrying my baby?"
"It felt good," she said so innocently.
There was nothing to be said.
"So, can I have some milk, Mama," I whispered in her
ear as I reached down and started caressing the end of
her wet nipple. Her head went back against my shoulder
and she closed her eyes. We walked back to her bedroom
and I gently kissed her neck as I unbuttoned so slowly,
the buttons on her husband's shirt and I made my way
down her chest with my tongue and lips and curved the
path onto those beautiful titties.
I started on her right breast sucking it and getting my
fill of its sweet creamy milk and I sucked and then
began on the other one. I loved the feeling of its
sweet cream gushing on my tongue with every suck I gave
it. I then began kissing and licking on down her
stomach that I would fill up again. Her beautiful legs
were open so wide as I made my way on down to her
bikini line. I reached her pussy.
Again, it was so wet and so beautiful. She moaned and
her body rose up off of the bed as I began stroking her
clit with my tongue. I began flicking it really fast
which sent her to extreme heights of pleasure. She was
almost screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. I quickly
undressed myself to reveal to her my eight-inch cock
and I plunged it immediately into her waiting pussy. I
stroked back and forth so rapidly and so deep. I was
hitting that cervix with every stroke so it seemed.
She grabbed my sides so tight and pulled me into her
deeper. I reached up and grabbed those beautiful jugs
and started squeezing them as I fucked her so hard.
More milk gushed out the end of those huge brown
nipples and oozed down on my hands and fingers. I stuck
my fingers in her mouth, and she sucked every single
drop of it off of my hands. I plugged her pussy harder
and faster and deeper until I just could not stand it
any longer. I immediately shot long, hot streams of cum
up into her womb again filling it up.
If carrying around my first child felt so good to her,
that bitch was going to carry one around a second one.
I told her to tell her husband once again that she'd be
paying me in installments. I knew that little pregnant
slut wanted my big cock. I knew from the way her pussy
was so tight that her husband wasn't worth a shit. I
know that little fucker had to shoot a long way for
that sperm to penetrate her beautiful egg. With me,
them little bastards didn't have far to swim. I knew
from the look in her eyes and the way that they rolled
back with each stroke that she had never had a cock
penetrate her as big as mine. She was so innocent and
beautiful and she would be pregnant soon with my second
child. Those beautiful jugs hanging on her chest would
stay full of milk and that dome shaped belly would have
my child floating around in it soon. She was a baby-
making machine and I knew it. I wanted her so bad. I
wanted that pregnant pussy to have my cock shoved up in
it.
Melanie had my second child nine months later. In that
time, her husband invited me over for beers, barbecues,
and picnics and even to just come and spend his time
off with her and my child. He wanted me to come to the
hospital when she had my baby. I could not turn that
opportunity down. I wanted to be the one in there
cutting the cord on my own baby, and seeing that
pregnant pussy completely open up and that child come
out of it, but I stayed outside in the waiting room
thinking of how beautiful it was just to be able to
create that baby with her.
From the way, Melanie's husband treated me with the
beers, barbeques, and picnics, and just things he told
me, I knew that he must not have had too many friends,
and he was a little pussy. I also realized the more I
watched Melanie with my babies and her without her
husband even realizing things, I was falling in love
with her. I wanted her.
I knew that I could be the man that she needed. I knew
how to do things. I had gotten her pregnant with my
children. She loved my cock. I wondered the more I was
around her if she loved me. I never caught her staring
at me, or I never caught any underlying messages or
emotions of mutual affection or reciprocated feelings.
After my second child with her, I did not want to get
caught. I didn't want Melanie to be mad at me nor did I
want to be the cause of a good marriage to come to an
end. So, I decided to quit trying to make passes at
her. I quit fondling her breasts and touching her pussy
when her husband was out of the room.
Mr. Moore tried to set me up with other women, because
he didn't want me to spend the rest of my life without
someone, but I knew that they would never be as good as
Melanie. A year passed. Yesterday, I got a call from
her. This wasn't a service call. Mr. Moore left Melanie
because the bills got to be to high after the idiot
quit his job. Today, I need to go stop up some leaky
eyes and pump some fluids up the beautiful pussy of a
woman whose marriage just went down the drain.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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