Mr Plumber, I am leaking too

The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over the city as Lilith, a 25-year-old woman , was alone in her apartment. Lilith was restless. Her sheets were damp with sweat, her body buzzing as it always did, that never-ending throb between her thighs gnawing at her. She had been restless all morning, her fingers already sore from rubbing herself over and over, but the ache between her legs never eased. It only grew. She had two fingers buried inside her, hips rocking desperately, mouth parted in a soft whimper. when the doorbell rang. She sighed, her eyes snapped open. Breathless and frustrated. She looked at the clock. It was early for any visitors. Who the hell… now? Panties already damp beneath her short summer dress, she padded barefoot to the door . She opened the door to find a man dressed in a worn blue uniform, he carried a toolbox in one hand, his name tag reading 'Alex Thompson'. He was a plumber, and she was immediately struck by his muscular build. “Morning,” he said gruffly. “I’m the plumber. The community leader sent me — said you reported a leak in your kitchen sink?” Lilith blinked, remembering vaguely. A few days ago, yes… but she hadn’t expected anyone today. Still, fate had delivered. Her lips curved into a slow smile. “Oh… yes. Come in.” He stepped past her, the faint scent of sweat and steel clinging to him, and dropped his box with a metallic clink. Lilith’s breath hitched as she watched Alex's broad shoulders flex beneath his worn blue uniform. The sight of him, crouched under the counter, sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through her. She could see the muscles in his arms, taut and defined, as he reached for his tools. Her fingers, twitched at her sides, desperate to touch him. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape. Alex turned to her, his eyes meeting hers. There was a moment of silence, a pause in the air that seemed to stretch on forever. She could see the question in his eyes, the curiosity about her state. She knew she was a mess, her hair disheveled, her dress slightly askew, but she didn't care. She wanted him to see her like this, to know that she was a woman on the edge, desperate for release. "Everything okay?" he asked, his voice low and steady. His gaze flicked to her chest, where her breasts heaved with each breath. She nodded, her voice catching in her throat. "Yes, just... a little distracted," she managed to say, her eyes never leaving his. Alex resumed his work. Watching the plumber’s broad back as he worked didn’t help. Her pussy quivered just watching the flex of his shoulders. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Ma’am,” he called from under the counter, his voice muffled, “could you check the pipes for me? Just tell me if there’s still a leak while I fix the faucet above.” Lilith smirked. He had no idea what he’d just invited. “Of course,” she purred. Instead of crouching modestly, she lowered herself to the floor on hands and knees, crawling under the sink. Her head went into the cupboard, but her ass lifted high, the hem of her tiny dress riding up shamelessly over her hips. Her panties barely covered her, a damp patch spreading across the thin cotton. She wriggled her hips just enough to make the view impossible to ignore. Behind her, the plumber froze. His wrench clattered softly against the steel sink. Lilith’s lips curved. “Still leaking,” she said innocently, her voice muffled by the cupboard. She heard the faint hitch in his breath, felt the air shift. Slowly, deliberately, she pressed back — her ass brushing against something hard. The plumber stiffened. She smirked. She rocked back again, grinding her ass against his bulge, savoring the hot ridge straining against her. Lilith's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the hard length of Alex's cock straining against her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the tension in his muscles as he struggled to maintain control. She loved the power she had over him, the way he was completely at her mercy. She rocked back again, her ass grinding against his erection, feeling the wetness of her own desire soaking through her panties. Behind her, Alex let out a low groan, his hands gripping the edge of the sink. She could see his knuckles turning white, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew she was pushing him to the edge, and she loved it. She wanted him to lose control, to give in to his desires. In one swift motion, she pulled her panties aside and rubbed her now bare pussy along his hard-on through the fabric of his work pants. Her own breath hitched, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rasp of their breaths, and her rocking hips. Alex's eyes widened, his pupils dilating as he watched her. She could see the pulse in his neck, the rise and fall of his chest as he tried to control his own breathing. She continued to grind against him. The friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, and she could feel her arousal growing, her wetness coating his pants. She wanted more, needed more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to know what it would be like to have him fill her completely. His rough hands suddenly gripped her hips. “Lady…” he muttered darkly, “you’re asking for trouble.” “I don’t see you stopping me,” she whispered back. Then she stood, turning to face him. His eyes were dark, his chest rising and falling faster than before. She pushed him gently, and he fell back onto the tiled floor. She tugged his zipper down, freeing his cock, thick and heavy, flushed with blood. Her mouth watered. Alex's breath hitched as she straddled him, her eyes locked onto his. His hands, rough and calloused from years of manual labor, reached up to grip her hips. She could feel the heat of his body through her dress, the hard planes of his chest pressing against her soft curves. His cock, thick and heavy, pulsed beneath her, the tip leaking a bead of precum that she could feel against her slick folds. "Ma’am ?" he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire. “Mr. Plumber,” she whispered wickedly, her voice dripping with lust. “You fixed the kitchen leak… but I’m leaking too. Can you fix me?” He reached behind her, unhooking her bra. It fell to the floor, leaving her breasts bare. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they were hard and aching. She moaned, her head falling back as he leaned up , taking one nipple into his mouth. And with that, she sank down onto him, inch by inch, until his cock stretched her wide and filled her completely. “F-fuck…” she gasped, rolling her hips. She could feel every inch of him, the heat of his skin against hers, the slight roughness of his cock as it slid in and out of her. She rocked her hips, grinding herself against him, her body adjusting to the new sensation. She could feel the tension building inside her, the heat coiling in her belly, her muscles tightening as she moved against him. He growled, thrusting up hard enough that her breath caught. His hands squeezed her ass, spreading her wider for him, slapping it once to hear the sound echo. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving together, the soft slap of skin against skin, the rasp of their breaths. The scent of sex filled the air, a heady mix of sweat and arousal. She could feel the tension building inside her, the heat coiling in her belly, her muscles tightening as she moved against him. Then, with a groan, he flipped her over, pinning her to the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, and he thrust into her, filling her completely. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as he began to move, his hips pistoning against hers. Lilith could feel her orgasm building, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. Alex's hands were still on her hips, holding her in place as he continued to thrust into her, his own body glistening with sweat. Suddenly, he pulled out of her, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. She turned to look at him, her eyes wide with confusion and desire. He smiled at her, a slow, sensual smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice low and husky. She did as she was told, her heart pounding in her chest. He pushed her, bending her over the counter. She could feel the cold steel against her stomach, the sharp edge of the faucet pressing into her skin. He entered her again, his hands gripping her hips tightly. She cried out, her body arching as he filled her completely. He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her. She could feel the tension building again, her body on the edge of release. One of his hands snaked around to spank her ass again, then slid lower, circling her clit roughly. Lilith screamed into her arm as her orgasm tore through her, her cunt fluttering violently around him. “Ohhh—yes!” she cried. His hand hooked under her thigh, hiking one leg up onto the counter, opening her wide. He rammed into her harder, faster, filling her so deep she thought she’d split apart. “Fucking tight—” he grunted. His thrusts becoming more urgent, more desperate. Her vision went white. She shattered, her scream muffled against her own arm. Her cunt spasmed, clenching tight around him until he groaned. She collapsed against the counter as he slammed one final thrust, spilling inside her, hot and thick. Cum leaked down her thighs, dripping onto the floor between them. They stayed there, panting, his cock still buried in her, her body trembling. Lilith smirked through the haze, voice hoarse but wicked. “Well,” she breathed, licking her lips, “guess I’ll have to call for plumbing services more often.” He groaned in reply, forehead pressed to her shoulder, cock still twitching inside her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ For whole series of Lilith's dirty desire, follow on Wattpad: @amirae007 (this series coming soon) 1. In the bus 2. Office client 3. Plumber 4. Trial room 5. The Elevator And more coming soon.