• My plumber ate my pussy

    I Rub My Duckie Paris EditionI'm sitting on my bathroom floor, my laptop infront of me and writing to you about what a bad kitty I've just been. My little I Rub My Duckie seems to be looking over with a shameful but naughty grin from the side of my bath. And if it were real and actually witnessed what just happened, I imagine it would have good reason to grin.

    It's been a while since I fucked a random stranger. I'm not a sex addict or even somewhere who loves to fuck strangers on a regular basis, but I appreciate the excruciatingly horny thrill of meeting someone for the first time then having my mouth wrapped around their cock a few minutes later. That is exactly what just happened. Except it was their mouth over my pussy.


    I had my new shower fitted a while back and, as I told you guys, it was orgasm heaven. Blasting my shaved pussy with a jet of warm water has served as a much-needed morning wake up call over the past few weeks – it's way better a damn alarm clock anyway – but horror stuck last night when the damn shower came away from the wall!

    In a panic I called the first plumber I found on Yell.com, and after much screaming down the phone at being told someone would be out "in about 72 hours," I managed to squeeze my repair job in for today.

    The plumber turned up early this morning, and after fiddling around in the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity, he managed to re-attach my shower and even put new grouting on two of the tiles that had been damaged.

    Hey, I don't keep stuff like that in my flat: it was left over by the last handyman who laid new tiles in my kitchen... after I fucked him on my marble worktop.

    Anyway, watching this fat little plumber manhandle my shower sparked off a bout of early morning horniness, and I just had to have his chubby little face eating away appreciatively between my legs.

    I knew he'd do it because he hadn't stopped gawping at my chemise-covered body since he walked in.

    As he was bent over the bath muttering about washers or some shit, I whipped off my chemise and threw it in front of him. Before he had a chance to turn around I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and twisted his face round into my pussy.

    He began sucking on my red-hot little clit as though it were a delicious lollipop. He tried sticking his fat little fingers in my wet hole, but I wasn't up for spending half the morning washing grouting out of my ass and pussy, so I let him grope my butt cheeks while wanking himself off.

    Even though he's nowhere near my usual type, he'd certainly eaten out his fair share of women and as my juices dripped over his lips and face, I ground his mouth and nose into my pussy and came hard. Nanoseconds later I felt a splurge up the inside of my leg... obviously it didn't take much to make him come either.

    He left about 20 mins ago. Tried getting me to meet up with him again – as if! – but I muffled something about having a wrestler boyfriend who'd be home for good this weekend, which seemed to put him off.

    So here I am, eaten out and with the whole day infront of me. Hmm, I guess I need to wash my dirty pussy in the shower, and there's only one way I know of to get it that good and clean...

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