My Second Older Man

18 and got dicked by my parents’ plumber.

Shortly after my tryst with David, I continued chatting with older men online. But the next older man I had was a little too close to home. His name was Chris, and he was my parents’ plumber. It happened by accident, but I have no regrets. I already knew Chris a little. We’d silently flirted with our eyes during a few of his previous visits, but we’d never said more than hello.

After a night out with my friends, I woke up late the following morning and went for a shower, only to find there was no running water. Annoyed, I stormed downstairs to complain to my mother. She was in the kitchen with her back to me, making coffee.

“Mum! There’s no water!” I entered the room wearing just a pyjama top and a pair of tight, pink panties.

She didn’t hear me because the radio was on and she was talking to someone — Chris the plumber. He saw me, and I caught the lecherous look in his eyes as he looked me up and down before fixing his gaze between my legs. I looked down and realised I had a very prominent camel toe protruding through the fabric of my underwear. I gasped and covered my teen mound.

“Louise!” my mother finally noticed me, frozen on the spot with my hands covering my modesty. She soon understood why when she realised I was locked in a stare-off with Chris.

“Sorry, Chris. My daughter often walks around the house in her underwear. I’ve warned you many times, Louise.” I stood there paralysed while Chris eye-fucked me during my mother’s ill-timed lecture. “Go upstairs and put some damn clothes on,” she scowled.

“There’s no water!” I exclaimed — though that was suddenly the least of my worries.

“Sorry, Louise,” Chris said, smiling at my full chest. “I was fixing a leak on the washing machine. The water will be back on shortly.”

“Be quick. I need a shower,” I told him, then turned around, showing him my ass as I left.

Inside my bedroom, having dressed casually, my mother knocked the door.

“It’s only me, love. Are you dressed?”

“Yeah, come in.”

“I’m just popping out to get some groceries for lunch. Chris is almost done. He’ll give you a shout when the water’s back on, okay?”

“How long is he going to be?” I moaned.

“I don’t know. Ten minutes, maybe?”

“Cool. Can you pick me up some of that flavoured water I like?”

“Sure, love. I’ll be back in about an hour.”

“Okay, Mum. See you then.”

Fifteen minutes after my mother left the house, I went back downstairs to see how much longer Chris would be. But before I left my bedroom, I decided I’d have a bit of fun teasing him. Once I’d calmed down, I realised I was actually turned on by the way he’d looked at me. I changed back into my pyjama top and tight, pink panties.

“Do you have an update on the water situation, Chris?” I asked as I entered the kitchen again, prepared this time, yet still nervous with excitement.

“You’re an impatient one, aren’t you?” he chuckled, crawling out from under the kitchen sink and then standing up. “Whoa! Didn’t your mother tell you to put some clothes on? Im sure she did.”

Chris was around six feet tall with big, strong arms — far too big to be crawling around fixing leaks in tight spaces. He could easily crush me with those arms… or pin me down and have his wicked way with me. I stepped back and looked him up and down, my eyes filled with nervous excitement. Then I noticed his wedding ring, and something twitched inside me. Chris saw me looking at it and smirked.

“I forgot,” I giggled flirtatiously.

“You won’t hear me complaining,” he gave a dirty chuckle.

“You shouldn’t be looking,” I said, pretending to be cross.

“I’m sorry, but if you walk around the house in cute, tight panties like that, any guy is going to look — even your dad. Where am I supposed to look?”

“I’m eighteen and you’re a married man!” I told him off half-heartedly. The truth was, I was soaking wet.

Chris studied me for a moment. “You’re the spitting image of your mother. But much firmer and tighter in all the right places,” he smirked.

“What would your wife say if she could hear you now?” I tried to be smart.

“What would your mother say if she could see you now?” he threw back at me.

Silence. A few moments of awkward tension hung in the air before Chris chuckled and started putting his tools away.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous for a married man to flirt with single women?” I warned him out of nowhere. I was beyond horny for this guy.

“Dangerous how?” He didn’t seem to care.

“Never mind. Is the water back on?” I lost my nerve to keep playing games.

“Yeah. Would you like a hand scrubbing your back?” Chris clearly hadn’t.

“I think I can manage.”

“Are you sure? That wet patch soaking your tight panties says otherwise.”

I looked down, but there was no wet patch. I was soaking, but it hadn’t shown through yet. Chris had said it just to make me look. He roared with laughter when I fell for it.

“Asshole!” I laughed, embarrassed at being busted.

“You said you were single.”

“Yeah, what of it?” I replied with attitude.

Chris grinned. “Nothing. I’m just surprised a sexy young thing like you doesn’t have a long line of guys begging to take you out.”

“Maybe I like being single.”

“One of those types, are you?” His grin widened.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a woman who knows what she wants… and no doubt how to get it with a click of her fingers.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Click your fingers and you’ll find out.”

Chris stood tall in front of me, grinning arrogantly. I bit my lower lip, knowing exactly what he meant. I was so turned on I wanted to click my fingers just to see what would happen.

“Well?” he challenged, deliberately looking at my throbbing teenage mound pressing against the front of my panties. I raised my hand, positioned my fingers as if about to click, and he said, “I dare you.”

My heart was pounding and I felt faint from all the blood rushing to my pussy. Then I clicked my fingers and shrieked as Chris lunged towards me. He stopped and laughed when I jumped back against the kitchen wall.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous for little girls to flirt with real men, Louise? You should be more careful. I’m not a boy from your high school.”

“How do you know I haven’t been with a real man before?”

“Wanna put it to the test?” Chris unzipped his fly and pulled out the biggest cock I’d ever seen.

“Whaaaaat!” I screamed, then burst out laughing.

“Didn’t think so,” he chuckled. “Would you like me to put it away, Louise?” I just stood there staring as it hardened, growing thicker and thicker. “Touch it. I can see in your eyes you’re dying to.”

I didn’t say a word, but I did reach out and wrap my hand around him, giggling. “I can’t even grip it properly.”

“Use two hands then,” he smirked.

I stepped away from the wall and held him with both hands. He flinched as I began stroking. “What’s the oldest you’ve had?” he asked curiously.

“Forty-eight,” I muttered, slightly embarrassed. “His name was David. I met him online.”

“Mmm, you naughty girl. I’m forty-two. Was he bigger than me? And was he married?”

“No to the first, yes to the second,” I blushed.

“I underestimated you, Louise,” Chris chuckled. “Rub me against that tight teen pussy. It’s already juicing through those cute pink panties.”

I stepped right up to him and started rubbing the fat head of his cock against my pussy lips through the fabric.

“Mmm, that feels nice. Do you like it?”

“Uh-huh,” I nodded, biting my lip.

“Good. Keep rubbing my cock against your pussy while I unbutton this top and get a proper look at these big tits.”

My breathing quickened and my panties were absolutely soaked. Chris groaned as his thick fingers fumbled with the buttons of my pyjama top. Once they were undone, he flipped it open and pushed it off my shoulders.

“Fuuuck! Eighteen with tits like that! How big are they?” he asked, placing his hands on the outer curves and pushing them together.

“DD,” I blushed at the hungry appreciation in his eyes.

“They’re perfect, Louise. So big and round. So fucking soft.”

Chris caressed my breasts as I continued rubbing his cock against me. It was an intense new kind of foreplay for me.

“Where do you wanna do this?” he grinned, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers.

“What do you mean?” I sighed, desperate to feel that cock inside me.

“Where do you want me to fuck you? In your bed? Over the kitchen counter? Or maybe on the kitchen table so you remember it every time you sit down for a family meal?”

I really wanted him in my bed, but time was short. “You can fuck me right here, but first I want to taste it.”

I dropped to my knees and slipped off my pyjama top fully. Chris groaned as I grabbed the base of his shaft with both hands and licked the throbbing, dome-shaped head.

“Mmm. You’ve got skills, Louise. I’ve had plenty of dirty thoughts about having your pretty face down there, but I never imagined I’d actually feel those soft lips around my cock.”

He put a big hand behind my head, encouraging me to take more. I stopped stroking, rested my hands on his thighs, and bobbed my head, slurping noisily on his thick length.

“Mmm, fuck! Fucking lovely,” he groaned, scooping my breasts up in his hands. “Put them around my cock. Let’s see if you know how to use them.”

I pushed my tits together as he grabbed some cooking oil from the counter. I laughed when he squirted it onto my chest. He rubbed it in slowly with a big grin, then slid his cock between my greasy cleavage.

“Mmm, I love fucking a big pair of tits.”

I just knelt there on the kitchen floor, holding my tits together and looking up at him while Chris rocked his hips, thrusting his thick cock between my teenage breasts. Then he pulled me up, bent me over the kitchen table, and practically tore off my panties. He grunted his approval at the sight of my tight, shaven pussy.

“Let’s make sure you’re ready to take me, because I want to fuck every inch of this teen cunt.”

Chris dropped to his knees and devoured my pussy from behind, probing both holes with his tongue, tormenting my clit and ass. He brought me to the edge of orgasm several times, but he wouldn’t let me cum. He wanted me gagging for his cock — and I was.

“Fuck me!”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes! Put it inside me!”

Chris slapped my ass, positioned himself, and slowly fed his thick cock into my tight pussy from behind. I gritted my teeth and cried out as he stretched me wide. He grabbed my hair, pulled my body up, and fucked me like a slut while my mother was out shopping for groceries.

With every thrust, my tits bounced and I felt a bulge pressing into my tummy. His cock was massive, especially the way he was pounding my young pussy. David had fucked me good in the motel, but Chris was on another level.

“I haven’t felt a pussy this tight since I lost my virginity,” he groaned. “You feel fucking divine, Louise.”

“Uhh… I’m glad… you approve… uhhh!” I grunted.

Once I finally reached the climax I’d been craving, he flipped me onto my back, lifted my legs, and pushed back inside me. I flung my arms out, moaning and gritting my teeth as his thickness stretched me again.

“Mmm, I love watching a tight slut take my cock. That’s what you are, aren’t you, Louise?”

“I’m your tight slut,” I breathed.

He fucked me relentlessly on my parents’ kitchen table. I came hard again, whimpering and clawing at the table. I’d never cum so intensely before. Looking up at a mature man pounding me only made it hotter.

“I’m gonna keep fucking you until you pass out on my cock or I cum — whichever comes first.”

“Oh fuck!” I started cumming again.

Chris kept stretching me and hitting spots that made me climax repeatedly. My pussy was taking a serious beating. Just when I thought I might actually pass out, he started groaning loudly.

“Ah! Ah! Ahhhh! Fuck! You’re so tight, Louise! Here it comes!”

Unexpectedly, Chris pulled out and shot thick ropes of cum all over my body. It hit my face and mouth first, then covered my tits and tummy. It was so thick and creamy it looked like a pot of yogurt had been dumped on me.

“Damn! That was incredible. How are you feeling?” he grinned, wiping sweat from his brow.

“Like I need a shower,” I laughed, looking down at the mess.

“Are you sure you don’t need a hand scrubbing your back?” Chris chuckled, pulling out his phone.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I laughed.

“Taking a souvenir. Don’t worry, this isn’t going anywhere. For my eyes only. Give us a sexy smile, Louise.”

I posed for the camera, covered in his cum, then slowly sat up. His load ran down my body like slime.

“Get your arse out of here before my mum gets back. Thanks for the fuck!” I laughed and ran upstairs to the bathroom, my naked, cum-covered body still tingling.

While I washed his sperm off me, I thought about how crazy it was that I’d flirted with my parents’ plumber and let him fuck me so hard on the kitchen table. I spread my legs in the shower, put one hand on the wall, and rubbed my clit until I came — replaying how a forty-two-year-old man had just destroyed my eighteen-year-old pussy and covered me in his cum.

If Chris wasn’t married, I would have chased after that big fat cock again. And I’m sure if he wasn’t good friends with my parents, he would have chased my tight teenage pussy too.