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Samantha Becomes a Whore
by rockko (no address provided)
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The wife of a deployed soldier has a bad leak in their
home and needs a plumber, desperately. (MF, reluc,
prost, preg?)
***
Samantha had a bad leak in her bathroom. It seemed to
her to be getting worse. Her boyfriend usually fixed
these things, but he's been called up and gone on
deployment to Iraq. She'd remembered seeing a handyman
visit the woman across the road several times, and
wondered if he was around that day. Peering out the
window and, sure enough his vehicle was parked outside.
She noted down the mobile phone number on the side and
rang it. It was answered after a couple of rings.
Samantha explained the plight she was in, how she noted
the van from her window, and where she lived. The guy on
the other end said he would call in about an hour's
time.
It was just over an hour later when her doorbell rang
and an oldish guy stood there in overalls he must have
been about 50 years old.
The guy stood there and said "You rang me? So you've got
a problem with a leak?
Relieved Samantha nodded and beckoned him in. She showed
him where the leak was happening.
"Can you fix it?" she asked hopefully.
"No problem."
"How much would that cost me?" she enquired.
"For ladies like you, I don't raise a charge."
"You don't?" she echoed with surprise, "I want a proper
job doing."
"Lady, I always do a proper job, it will be the best."
"And I get that for free?" she asked just checking.
"I said no charge, I didn't say free" he replied,
smiling.
"I don't understand" she said quizzically.
"I do the work, you don't pay me, but we fuck."
Samantha was taken aback.
"You gotta be joking... aren't you?" she said a little
shaken.
"Lady, I don't joke about things like that," he replied.
"You can forget it," she said with some disdain, "I'll
get someone else."
"That's your choice lady," he replied, as he turned to
leave, "but I warn you that's only going to get worse.
See how quickly you can get someone else. Here," he
dropped his card on the table. "Here's my card. Call me
when you have made up your mind."
He turned and left the flat. Samantha was relieved that
the man had gone. She examined the leak, It did seem to
be getting worse. She flipped through the phone book
looking for plumbers. Sam found about a dozen or so and
dialled each and every one, but no-one was available.
The nearest she got was a man promising to take a look
but not till Friday. That was two days away.
She looked back in the bathroom and the leak was worse.
The floor was now covered in water from it. She had to
mop up the mess. She looked at her watch. She must have
spent well over an hour just ringing round for someone
to come and fix the damn leak. Now What was she going to
do? There was no way she would give in to that bastard.
The leak got worse. Evening arrived and the leak was
larger. She had to mop the floor several times. Each
time she glanced at the card on the table. What choice
did she really have? Leave it till Friday and let the
other Plumber take a look at it, but that would mean
she's spending most of her time mopping the dammed
floor, so she picked it up the card and played with it
for a few minutes. She realised she had to play his
game. She finally rang and spoke to him.
"I've finished for the day," he told her gruffly.
"Please," she begged, "the leak, It's getting worse."
"And what about the other thing," he demanded.
"It looks like I have no choice but to agree to your
terms."
"Excellent," He told her, "I'll be there in about half
an hour. She was worried. All she could think about was
him taking her and using her.
After a while he arrived.
"How long will it take?" she asked.
"A couple of minutes," he said.
"Minutes?"
With that he bent down and located the stop valve for
the water and turned it off, standing back upright, he
turned to Samantha and said "Look lady, I've finished
work for the day. I've stopped your leak for now and
I'll be back tomorrow to do a permanent fix on it. Now I
want to fuck you."
She was a taken back at this, and several seconds later
she said, "But I thought I would have to pay you when
the job was done?"
"Oh you will."
"I don't understand?" she said puzzled.
"I'll fuck you now because I've come back on my own
time. I've stopped the leak for you temporarily.
Tomorrow I'll come back and finish the repair and then I
we'll fuck again."
"That's not what I agreed to," Sam said angrily.
"Look, I told you a fuck in exchange for work. No charge
raised. I have stopped the leak in my own time. Tomorrow
I repair it and then you will let me fuck you again,
that's what I want for the job."
"I'll pay you anything," she said.
"I told you what I want and it ain't money," he replied.
"No, I won't agree to that."
He never replied but turned on the stop cock again. The
leak was now worse than ever.
"Have it your way," he said, "bye."
"No wait!" she exclaimed, "okay, I agree."
"You, agree to what?" he asked.
"That you can fuck me in exchange for repairing the
leak, but you must wear a condom." Sam replied.
'I don't wear no fucking rubbers lady, so we gonna fuck
or what?"
Sam looked around at the water leaking onto the floor
and knew she didn't really have much of an option, but
to let this man fuck her bareback.
So in a low voice she whispered, "Alright you bastard,"
she said, "but you can't cum in me! It's not safe."
The man just smiled at her and said, "Good, now that
that's settled."
He bent down, turned off the leak once more, then
straightened up and moved towards her.
The workman laughed as his hands grabbed her shoulders,
and moved in to kiss her. His tongue pushed between her
lips and against her teeth demanding entry to her mouth.
His tongue probing to find hers. Samantha relented and
let him, putting her arms around his neck. She had to
admit he was a good kisser.
She could feel his one hand moving down her skirt and
lifting it up, Soon it was brushing in between her now
exposed thighs and continued moving upwards. She felt
his fingers at the gusset of her panties, and press hard
on her covered pussy, seconds later she felt his finger
tips moving, slipping under the side of them and move
them to one side. She held her breath, anticipating what
was coming next.
Samantha she knew she shouldn't be doing this but his
fingers were now caressing her exposed cunt lips. It was
so gentle to begin with, that she felt stirrings in the
lower half of her body when suddenly two of his fingers
rammed in between her pussy lips and into her cunt.
Samantha let out a gasp of surprise at this sudden
intrusion but once inside her they felt good, very good
indeed especially since she's not had sex since her
boyfriend left 6 months ago for Iraq. The workman sawed
his fingers in and out of her cunt making sure he rubbed
her clit at the same time.
Samantha just closed her eyes and sighed at the
sensations emanating from her cunt. His other hand moved
down her body and began unfastening the buttons on her
blouse as it went. Once he had her blouse open, Sam felt
his fingers grasping the small bridge of material
between the cups of her bra. suddenly he yanked it up
and over her tits scrapping her nipples as he exposed
her small pert tits.
As they exploded into his view, he growled, "Gorgeous
fucking tits!". His mouth closed over one nipple and
sucked hard. It felt good to her. His tongue lashed at
the nipple head. Sam could feel it getting more
pronounced and erect.
The guy gruffly ordered Sam, to undo his trousers and
take is cock out. Sam moved her hands down and undid the
guys belt and work trousers. when Sam undid his zip she
worked his trousers over his hips. His trousers fell
around his ankles. she could fell his bare cock, the
workman wasn't wearing an underwear. His cock was fairly
thick and quite long, a couple of inches longer than her
boyfriends, she thought.
With one hand sawing in and out of her cunt, Sam felt
his other hand grabbing her thigh and lifting it off the
floor, spreading her open.
Sam could feel the his thick hard weapon steadily
throbbing in her hands.
"Guide me," he instructed Sam.
Sam hesitated and didn't move.
So the workman demanded of Sam, "I said guide me into
you, you slut."
This time, Sam gently moved his cock; it felt so hot to
her hand, and placed it against the opening of her wet
cunt.
This was what the workman was waiting for, as it prodded
against her cunt lips, when he felt Sam place his cock
at her opening he made one quick thrust of his hips, his
red hot steel rod rammed into her. She let out a loud
squeal as he slammed hard into her, so hard that her
that her back was now pressed flat against the wall the
tiled wall
"Fantastic, what a gorgeous hot, tight cunt," he
growled, as he thrust hard in her again. This hurt her;
his cock was definitely thicker and longer than what she
was used to. Samantha felt her cunt stretch and distend
to accommodate the old workman's cock, but it was a
pleasurable hurt.
It felt good to Samantha having a real cock fucking her
after six months of using her plastic one, whilst
waiting for Chris to finish his deployment.
"Yes, that's it give me your cunt, you fucking whore,"
he snarled, "come on, open your fucking legs more for
me." His hand grabbed her other leg and lifted that off
the floor too. She was now balanced on his hips, back
firmly pressed against the cold tiled wall, his cock
penetrating even deeper in her now. Sam could feel the
head slamming hard against her cervix, with each thrust,
as if demanding entry to her womb.
His pace quickened. Her body was battered against the
cold hard tiled wall, Samantha was near to cumming with
all the sensation assaulting her mind.
"Fucking hell, bitch, here it comes!" he shouted out
loudly and came to an abrupt halt buried so deeply that
his cock was against the entrance to her womb.
The shout brought Samantha back to reality, and the
predicament she was in.
"No! Not in me... pull out, pull out!" She pleaded with
this guy fucking her, but she knew it was much too late
and it was also impossible for her to get off his deeply
buried cock in the position she was in.
She could feel his cock throb inside her, releasing its
seed. It pulsed and pulsed. She counted four distinct
pulses, Each pulse was slower and weaker than the one
before. She knew he was spurting his seed at the very
entrance to her womb.
"Yes! That's it whore, take my fucking spunk!" he said
panting heavily.
"No!" she cried once again, knowing it was useless
pleading with this guy to pull out, to him she was just
a whore, just another quick fuck. He didn't care about
what she wanted just so long as he came.
Her pussy was wet now, very wet with their combined
juices. Sam wanted him to fuck her more, to make her
come but he was finished with her and just pulled his
cock out. She looked down between and saw traces of his
spunk and her pussy juices glistening on his now flaccid
cock.
He released her legs and they dropped back to the floor.
Her legs couldn't support her weigh, it made her
unbalanced for a while. They didn't seem to want to
function, to hold her up. she slipped down the wall and
onto the floor It was as though she was moulded into
that shape with her legs bent and apart with her used
cunt begging for more cock.
As he dressed himself, She watched as his cock disappear
back into his clothing. breathing heavily he broke the
silence, saying, "I'll be back early tomorrow to do the
repair. It'll take about a half hour or so. Then I'll
fuck you for the rest of the morning."
Samantha was to stunned to speak by what had happened to
her in the last 15 minutes so she just nodded yes.
"Good, and just one more thing, I like my whores in
stockings, so wear some," he demanded, before turning
and walking out the door.
Sam remained where she was, she didn't have the strength
to move. The old workman had taken her and used her. He
had found her cunt beautiful, She had his sperm in her,
some of which was now starting to leaking out and run
down onto her skirt... thighs...
Samantha knew that that tomorrow, she would be a whore
for him again.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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