The Plumber's Golden Fix
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Chapter 6: The Lingering Heat
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6: The Lingering Heat - A lonely housewife calls a rugged plumber for a dripping sink. When he declares it fixed, she lifts her skirt, unleashes a hot golden stream, and purrs, “I think it’s broken—can you fix it?” What follows is a relentless, no-limits weekend of raw, filthy passion: piss-soaked floors, bound wrists, taboo floods, and bodies breaking again and again in sweat-drenched ecstasy.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Vignettes DomSub Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism Water Sports Public Sex AI Generated
Dawn crept in like a shy lover, fingers of pale light slipping through the blinds to trace golden paths over their tangled bodies, where sweat had dried to a salty sheen and the air still hung thick with the musk of their endless unraveling. Elena stirred first, her cheek pressed against Marcus’s chest, rising and falling with his deep, even breaths, his heartbeat a steady drum under her ear, echoing the pulse that throbbed low between her thighs even now, after hours of surrender. Her pussy ached—a delicious, bruised reminder of his cock claiming every inch, stretching her wide, filling her until she shattered again and again. Cum leaked slow from her folds, sticky trails down her inner thighs, mingling with the faint tang of her releases, the sheets a battlefield of damp spots and twisted fabric that smelled of raw, animal need.
She shifted, thigh brushing his half-hard length, feeling it twitch against her skin like a beast rousing from slumber, and a fresh wave of heat bloomed in her core. No exhaustion could quench this fire; it smoldered, ready to ignite at the slightest spark. Her hand wandered down, fingers wrapping around him, stroking lazy, feeling him swell in her grip—velvet over steel, the head already beading with pre-cum that she smeared with her thumb, circling slow until he groaned low in his sleep, hips bucking instinctively. “Mmm, Elena,” he mumbled, eyes fluttering open, dark with that same hunger that had devoured her all night, his hand sliding up her back to cup her neck, pulling her into a kiss that started soft but deepened fast—tongues tangling, teeth nipping, tasting the remnants of their filth on each other’s lips.
The kiss broke with her gasp as he rolled her beneath him, body heavy and hot, cock pressing insistent against her mound, grinding slow to part her slick lips, teasing her clit with the ridge of his head. “Couldn’t wait?” he teased, voice gravel-rough from moans and commands, nipping her earlobe hard enough to sting, the pain blooming sweet into her veins. She arched up, breasts crushing against his chest, nipples scraping his skin like pleas for more, her nails raking down his back to dig into his ass, pulling him closer. “Never,” she whispered, legs spreading wide, inviting, her bladder pressing full from the night, adding that urgent edge that made every touch electric, every breath a promise of release.
He thrust in without warning—one deep, claiming slide that buried him to the hilt, her walls clenching around him like a fist, slick from their earlier floods, the stretch burning exquisite as he filled the void only he could. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he growled, holding still for a heartbeat, letting her feel every inch, every pulse of him inside her, then pulling back slow, dragging against her sensitive spots until just the tip remained, before slamming home again. The rhythm built—deep, punishing thrusts that slapped skin on skin, his balls heavy against her ass, her moans rising like music to fill the room. She met him fiercely, hips rolling up, clit grinding against his base with each drive, the friction sparking fire that coiled tight in her belly.
His mouth found her breast, sucking the nipple hard, teeth grazing the peak until she cried out, pain twisting into pleasure that shot straight to her core. “Harder,” she demanded, fingers knotting in his hair, pulling him down as he bit, marking her with red crescents that would ache later like secret memories. Sweat slicked their bodies anew, sliding together, sticking in the heat, the scents rising sharp—musk and salt, cum thick in the air, her arousal a heady perfume that made him thrust wilder, pace erratic as he chased the edge. Her bladder throbbed, pressure building with each pound, the need to release warring with the climb to ecstasy, making her clench tighter around him, milking him with rhythmic pulses.
“Come for me,” he rasped, hand slipping between them, fingers finding her clit—swollen, slick—rubbing furious circles that pushed her higher, stars bursting behind her eyes. It hit like a storm breaking—body seizing, walls spasming around his cock, a hot gush squirting out to soak him, piss flooding in the frenzy, warm streams cascading down her thighs, puddling on the sheets as control shattered. He roared through it, pounding relentless, the taboo slick making their joining obscene, slippery, spurring him over the brink. His cock jerked inside her, hot spurts flooding deep, overflowing to mix with her release in sticky rivers that dripped everywhere.