Speaker 1: It's that time again. Welcome to Dear Niggi After Dark,
Speaker 1: where we share our filthiest secrets and they get the
Speaker 1: spotlight deserve. I'm Niggi, and today we're celebrating every single
Speaker 1: person who's ever looked at a tool belt and thought, yeah,
Speaker 1: he can fix that too. But before we dive in,
Speaker 1: here's your teasers of the stories to come. A midstroke
Speaker 1: on the couch by plumber who didn't get mad, just
Speaker 1: smirked and said enjoy yourself, man, and one innocent plumber
Speaker 1: joke about leaving something in the tub and dry it
Speaker 1: off first please turns a grown woman into a feral
Speaker 1: hoodie wearing thigh clenching mess, and a routine faucet repair
Speaker 1: ends with her bent over the kitchen counter, getting absolutely
Speaker 1: wrecked and filled by the plummer who came to fix
Speaker 1: the leak. That and so so much more. And before
Speaker 1: we get things started, here's a listener question, Dirnicky. After
Speaker 1: a binge reading all those plumber and handyman fantasy stories,
Speaker 1: I can't stop thinking about the guy next door who
Speaker 1: shows up with a wrench. Is it weird that a
Speaker 1: sight of work boots and sweaty forearms now does it
Speaker 1: for me. Should I keep it strictly fantasy? Or is
Speaker 1: there a safe way to flirt with a hot trady
Speaker 1: actually in my house till built and tempted. I like
Speaker 1: how Narcy signs these for me. These are quite creative.
Speaker 1: Ict I give him a you know, heads up on them.
Speaker 1: I want to hear from you, guys, you know, I
Speaker 1: want to hear your opinions for once on this. Here's
Speaker 1: my open ended questions for you. What specific trades in
Speaker 1: fantasy you've never told anybody about if you have one,
Speaker 1: and if the vibe was electric during a home repair,
Speaker 1: would you make a move and would you actually push
Speaker 1: you over the edge or hold you back? So I
Speaker 1: kind of, well, actually I do. There was I wasn't
Speaker 1: into him, so it's not really sexy. But there was
Speaker 1: a gentleman that actually a crew came over because I
Speaker 1: needed some things fixed and the the apartment or condo
Speaker 1: that I just bought and so it was covered, you know,
Speaker 1: because whatever. And he was flirting with me back and forth,
Speaker 1: and I guess he thought that it was a go
Speaker 1: and he shoot everybody outside and he was like, you know,
Speaker 1: what do you think? And I'm like, yeah, I'm good.
Speaker 1: So this one, I actually did pick up on the
Speaker 1: tropes of hitting on me, and I was like, no,
Speaker 1: I'm good. So, by the way, I don't know if
Speaker 1: you can tell I have I'm coming down with something
Speaker 1: and it just won't push me over the edge. So
Speaker 1: you're gonna have to deal with a very raspy, sexy
Speaker 1: Nikki tonight. And while you're pondering those questions, here's today's
Speaker 1: riddle that sounds extremely dirty but is one hundred percent.
Speaker 1: One is long and hard, gets shoved repeatedly in a tight, wet,
Speaker 1: dark hole, moves back and forth until the blockage clears,
Speaker 1: and when the job's done, everything gushes out and the
Speaker 1: pressure is finally relieved. Keep that in your head, and
Speaker 1: the answer, as you know, is the end of the show.
Speaker 1: You know what time it is. It's time to step back, relax,
Speaker 1: Let's have a whiskey with some filthy cherries, of course,
Speaker 1: and explore some erotic fantasies from people just like you
Speaker 1: and me. Dear Nikki, this happened several years ago, but
Speaker 1: I still replant my head when I'm in the mood.
Speaker 1: I've never told anyone in the full version until now.
Speaker 1: A plumber was at my house doing some outside work
Speaker 1: water heater or something. I can't remember, but he'd been
Speaker 1: out there a while, coming and going, so I figured
Speaker 1: I had a decent window. I was on the with
Speaker 1: a buddy, just bullshitting about nothing when the urge hit hard.
Speaker 1: I laid back on the couch, pants around my thighs,
Speaker 1: eyes close, and started stroking slow at first, then building
Speaker 1: phone still up to my ear, laughing at whatever dumb
Speaker 1: thing he was saying, acting like everything was normal. I'm
Speaker 1: pretty sure that's when the plumber came inside. I heard
Speaker 1: a faint sound on the front door, footsteps on the hardwood,
Speaker 1: but I didn't stop, didn't even flinch, just kept the
Speaker 1: same lazy rhythm while I mumbled, yeah, man, that's crazy
Speaker 1: into the phone like I was totally alone. My heart
Speaker 1: was hammering, but I played it cool, or at least
Speaker 1: I thought I did. I pictured him standing there in
Speaker 1: the hallway, toolbus in hand, seeing everything, me sprawled out,
Speaker 1: hand wrapped around myself, pretending I didn't know he was there.
Speaker 1: A few minutes later, he knocked on the window, loud, deliberate.
Speaker 1: Then it came out to the back door and let
Speaker 1: himself in again. That's when I finally stopped. I pulled
Speaker 1: my pants back up quick, still half hard, face burning,
Speaker 1: and walked over like nothing happened. He went through the hole.
Speaker 1: Here's what's wrong, here's what I fixed routine. While I
Speaker 1: nodded and saw himTo paperwork, could barely look at him.
Speaker 1: My signature was very shaky. Right before he left, he
Speaker 1: gave me this little spark, looked at me dead in
Speaker 1: the eye, and said, enjoy yourself, man, in this low,
Speaker 1: knowing tone that made my stomach flip. Not mocking, not
Speaker 1: grossed out, just amused, like he was letting me know
Speaker 1: he'd seen it all and he wasn't mad about it.
Speaker 1: He walked out, door clicked shut, and I stood there
Speaker 1: for a solid minute replaying that one sentence. Still get
Speaker 1: hard thinking about how calm he was, and I could
Speaker 1: have made it awkward as hell, but instead just acknowledged it.
Speaker 1: I've jerked off to that moment more times than I
Speaker 1: could anyway. That's my confession, caught and covered. So my
Speaker 1: question is is did you ever run into him again?
Speaker 1: Or was that loaded sentence enough to feel the years
Speaker 1: of fantasies, you know, like, did you run into him
Speaker 1: in public? And was it awkward? Or maybe have another
Speaker 1: thing happened and pat your request him over. I don't know.
Speaker 1: I don't know if I was either though, And those
Speaker 1: who are listening, have you ever kept it going when
Speaker 1: he knew someone might walk in? And how did the
Speaker 1: risk feel in that moment? You know? I never have
Speaker 1: I have. I've never hello there. I have never played
Speaker 1: with myself expecting someone to walk in. There's my girl?
Speaker 1: How are you? How's my Cassie? Tonight? I am. I
Speaker 1: think I'm trying to get my voice is like a
Speaker 1: little more. I don't know. Gravelling Kathleen Turner is what
Speaker 1: Darcy told me last couple of days. It's very Kathleen.
Speaker 1: So I don't know. I don't have a sore throat
Speaker 1: or anything. It just got like something in the chest
Speaker 1: or something. But I'm pushing through. You're here for the
Speaker 1: plumber confessions tonight. Oh good, that's all matters. That's all
Speaker 1: it matters. Well, you only missed one, so you're good.
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki. I'm losing my damn mind right now, and
Speaker 1: I need to confess it before I combust. There's a
Speaker 1: crew working on one of the bathrooms today, plumbing or
Speaker 1: tiling or whatever. I was just minding my business when
Speaker 1: I overheard the hottest, most casually filthy exchange my life.
Speaker 1: One guy goes, you want to leave something in the tub,
Speaker 1: and another one without missing a beat, If you do,
Speaker 1: can you dry it off first? Please? That was it?
Speaker 1: That one sentence. My whole body lit up like someone
Speaker 1: flipped to switch. Instant heat, instant ache. Ey's clenching, nipples
Speaker 1: hard under my shirt. Everything. I'm not exaggerating when I
Speaker 1: say I think it literally triggered of ovulation, because this
Speaker 1: level of sudden fearal horniness only happens a couple days
Speaker 1: a month, and holy shit, it hit fast. Then there's
Speaker 1: this other one worker mid twenties, probably total cherup face,
Speaker 1: soft cheeks, big innocent eyes, but built underneath. He keeps
Speaker 1: coming over all the polite and hesitate. Excuse me, May
Speaker 1: I have a moment every time I find some new issue.
Speaker 1: His voice's almost soft, shy, and he's wearing this fitted
Speaker 1: blue work shirt that makes his deltoids and shoulders look
Speaker 1: unfairly bitible. I just want to grab him, slap that
Speaker 1: cute face lightly for being so adorable, then sink my
Speaker 1: teeth into the shoulder where well he stammers I'm currently
Speaker 1: hiding my room in a feral wrack, drowning this massive
Speaker 1: overside hoodie, hood up sleeves over my head, trying to
Speaker 1: breathe through the embarrassment because every time I hear his
Speaker 1: footsteps or that polite little excuse me, my pussy clinches again.
Speaker 1: I'm soaked, throbbing, I'm mortified, and I can't stop replaying.
Speaker 1: Try it off first, Please unloop in my head like
Speaker 1: it's premium porn dialogue. What the actual fuck is wrong
Speaker 1: with me? Why is casual tradesman filth polite chair a
Speaker 1: boy combo turning me into this dripping bity mess. Send
Speaker 1: help or don't? I might just stay in here and
Speaker 1: suffer deliciously your fearal hoodie grimlin. I swear Darcy's n
Speaker 1: on the nut here with the names tonight. My question
Speaker 1: to her is did you ever emerge from the hoodie
Speaker 1: and say anything to that soft voiced cutie or did
Speaker 1: you just stay feral? But I have to say, Cassie,
Speaker 1: you might might be your mind lunch may bury here.
Speaker 1: I have one fantasy where it was just a simple sentence,
Speaker 1: and it still lights me up in ninety percent of
Speaker 1: the time when I masturbate. I use it in my
Speaker 1: head and it's no, I want to real kiss, that's mine.
Speaker 1: It's just something soft and just not even really perverse
Speaker 1: or anything, and it it I think it was the
Speaker 1: tone he set it in, and he had that gravelly
Speaker 1: uh voice, you know, and he was a silver fox.
Speaker 1: I didn't help either, you know, it didn't hurt all
Speaker 1: that either, So I was probably the combo of all.
Speaker 1: So what's the most random, innocent phrase that has ever
Speaker 1: made you stupidly turned on? And I just told you mine,
Speaker 1: Dear Nikki, Oh, hang on, I kind of want to
Speaker 1: know Cassie's. Yeah, there's something about an attractive man, or
Speaker 1: even just an attractive voice sings thing very simple that
Speaker 1: oh I I yeah, even it was just a lower
Speaker 1: You're like, oh, you know, I have two in my
Speaker 1: life right now that they say hello in my ovaries
Speaker 1: flip and I can't have babies, so I don't I'll
Speaker 1: be late. But boy, howdy, I understood that statement exactly.
Speaker 1: That's just the way it's delivered. You're absolutely right there,
Speaker 1: dear Nikki. I was at Minard's earlier just trying to
Speaker 1: find a ratcheting screwdriver. Innocent errand right, wandering the aisles,
Speaker 1: minding my own business, when I turned the corner and
Speaker 1: there he is, a lean white guy, bent over checking
Speaker 1: out something on the lower shelf. His jeans had slipped
Speaker 1: down just enough, and holy fuck, plumber's crack perfection round
Speaker 1: firm cheeks spilling out the waist span of his briefs
Speaker 1: riding low, and this long, inviting stretch of smooth ass,
Speaker 1: crack full on display, pale skin, just the right amount
Speaker 1: of curve, that deep cleft bagging for attention. I frozen
Speaker 1: its step, couldn't look away, My mouth went dry, my
Speaker 1: pulse kicked up, and suddenly all I could think about
Speaker 1: was stepping right up behind him, hooking my fingers into
Speaker 1: those low jeans and length and yanking them down further,
Speaker 1: bearing my face deep in those hot cheeks, tongue burst
Speaker 1: slow circles around his hole, then diving in, eating them
Speaker 1: out until his knees buckled and he moaned my name,
Speaker 1: or at least moaned something incoherent while gripping the shelf.
Speaker 1: I stood there way too long, pretending to compare screwdrivers
Speaker 1: on the next peg, but really just staring, imagining the
Speaker 1: taste the heat. Though I hit Archer's back. If my
Speaker 1: hands got on those hips. God, it was obscene, how
Speaker 1: instantly soaked and throbbing I got just from that accidental flash.
Speaker 1: Eventually he straightened up, oblivious and walked off. I grabbed
Speaker 1: my screwdriver, paid and left. But the image is burned
Speaker 1: in and I've been replaying it non stop, clinching every
Speaker 1: time I think about how perfect that crack looked, how
Speaker 1: badly I wanted to claim it right there in the
Speaker 1: hardware aisle. At least I got the tool. I came
Speaker 1: for the real one I wanted spilled out there somewhere,
Speaker 1: bending over shelves and ruining people like me Ci. However,
Speaker 1: stores are dangerous now dripping in Aisle seven. Okay, as
Speaker 1: soon as I heard Manards, I had the whole jingle,
Speaker 1: save Big Money and Minards. If you're in the Midwest,
Speaker 1: you know Minards is like our Lows. I don't know
Speaker 1: if you're aware of that, Cassie. I mean, we have
Speaker 1: Lows and Home Depot and stuff like that, but we
Speaker 1: have the Minards too. My question to the author is
Speaker 1: did you ever see that again? Or is that ass
Speaker 1: cracked forever burned into this bank bank? I'm being honest, Cassie,
Speaker 1: I've never looked at anybody's ass and thought I want
Speaker 1: to bite that. Well, maybe not it though, but you know,
Speaker 1: maybe later on. But I don't think it would be
Speaker 1: something I be just drawn to immediately. Yeah, it does
Speaker 1: nothing for me. I'm assuming you know, I'm assuming this
Speaker 1: is just not our cavite. You know his mileage is
Speaker 1: different than ours. What is the most dangerous accidental view
Speaker 1: you've ever had in public? I think the best I've
Speaker 1: ever had wasn't for me. Well, no, I have accidentally
Speaker 1: flashed a bunch of people, but that's neither here nor there.
Speaker 1: Mine would be like you know how you know men
Speaker 1: will wear those well, from the UK it's track suits
Speaker 1: or track pants or whatever. Here, you know, it's like
Speaker 1: the gray sweaty pants. There's nothing like a guy in
Speaker 1: the winter that you know has them on. To me
Speaker 1: and you can see that nice little outline on purpose,
Speaker 1: I could see you doing that on purpose. I don't
Speaker 1: even know you. I can see you do that on purpose.
Speaker 1: I'll see I met you and I know you. Hello.
Speaker 1: Welcome to the channel. Nice to meet you, Mars Mars.
Speaker 1: This is Cassie. She's been here for a few hot minutes.
Speaker 1: You're more than welcome to interact in the chat. And
Speaker 1: while I read and we kind of have like this
Speaker 1: going Dear Nikki, this summer job confession still makes me
Speaker 1: wet just thinking about it. It's been years since it's happened.
Speaker 1: I was twenty three or twenty four, broke and horny,
Speaker 1: so I took a gig as a gopher on a
Speaker 1: big construction site, running errands, fetching tools, mostly important making
Speaker 1: sure every half built house was locked up tight at
Speaker 1: the end of the day. My four men was straight
Speaker 1: out of the dirty fantasy Italian tan, deep from the sun,
Speaker 1: early forties, married ring, always on, thick goatee, built like you,
Speaker 1: still hauled his own lum every time he winked at me.
Speaker 1: This pale, freck freckled ginger girl five ten green eyes,
Speaker 1: decup tits but sadly flat ass. I literally feel my
Speaker 1: knees go weak and my pussy clinched. On a scorchy afternoon,
Speaker 1: thirty two celsius, easy, sweating, dripping everywhere. I'd had a
Speaker 1: few sneaky drinks at lunch with the plumbers, thought for
Speaker 1: sure I'd was busted when he pit when his pickup
Speaker 1: rolled up to the last house I was securing. Heart pounding,
Speaker 1: I figured he was there to fire me. Instead, he
Speaker 1: stepped inside, pulled off his sunglasses and just stared looked
Speaker 1: at me up and down like he could see straight
Speaker 1: through my tank top and sports bra right to how
Speaker 1: hard my nipples were getting. He asked if anyone else
Speaker 1: is around, and I said no, it was the last
Speaker 1: one to lock. Then he asked, if I've seen it
Speaker 1: the plumbers today busted. I must have looked terrified, because
Speaker 1: he smirked that slow, knowing smirk, and he said he'd
Speaker 1: overlook it if I showed him how grateful I was.
Speaker 1: My panties were soaked in seconds. I took his rough hand,
Speaker 1: led him down the hallway to the main floor, where
Speaker 1: no one could see through the windows or open door.
Speaker 1: Dropped to my knees like it was the most natural thing,
Speaker 1: undid his zipper and wrapped my lips around that thick,
Speaker 1: mushroomed tip. Looked up at him with those watery eyes
Speaker 1: as I took him all the way down. He grabbed
Speaker 1: the back of my head and started face fucking me hard,
Speaker 1: fast and relentless. I could barely breathe, gagging tears streaming,
Speaker 1: but fuck I loved it. He pulled out suddenly and
Speaker 1: yanked me up, spun me around so my hands braced
Speaker 1: the unfinished wall, rubbed my ass through my yoga pants,
Speaker 1: felt the wet spot blooming, and then just tore them
Speaker 1: down along with my panties. Exposed my dripping pussy and
Speaker 1: pale cheeks to the dusty air. Ran a finger through
Speaker 1: my slip thickness and dragged it up to circle my asshole.
Speaker 1: For a teasing second, I knew you were this kind
Speaker 1: of girl, he growled, low. I'm going to start with two.
Speaker 1: He shoved two thick, dirty fingers into my cunt and
Speaker 1: worked me until I was moaning like a slut. Then
Speaker 1: he pulled my hips back and slammed his cock deep
Speaker 1: inside me. No condom, no warning, just raw and furious.
Speaker 1: Pounded me against that bare wall while I was braced
Speaker 1: myself tit's bouncing under my tank, legs shaking. He came hard,
Speaker 1: flooding my pussy with his load, then zipped up like
Speaker 1: nothing happened. Clean Up and lock up, he said, casually,
Speaker 1: and next time, be more careful. That was just two
Speaker 1: weeks in. For the next three months, we fucked everywhere
Speaker 1: his truck at least ten of those empty houses, two
Speaker 1: favorites with the perfect hidden layouts and views of the
Speaker 1: sight so we could watch for anyone coming. And even
Speaker 1: hooked up with one of the plumbers separately and blew
Speaker 1: a carpenter in a van after a strip club run
Speaker 1: lunch run, best summer cash and orgasms. I ever made
Speaker 1: the construction site slut formally two. I have never worked
Speaker 1: in a construction site. Hello, free holle. Question for the
Speaker 1: author looking back, any regrets or just pure nostalgia for
Speaker 1: the best three months of your life. I'm betting Cassie
Speaker 1: this is a dream job for you and those that
Speaker 1: are listening. What is the wildest thing you've ever done
Speaker 1: on a job site or at work? So, Cassie, you
Speaker 1: know you've said that job sites and jobs were out
Speaker 1: right free. Holy do you have a story. I think
Speaker 1: everybody fantasizes about it. The one thing that always gets me, though,
Speaker 1: is the ones we usually get, Like sometimes in the
Speaker 1: main show is people will go off into the restroom
Speaker 1: to masturbate. I have I don't get it. I don't
Speaker 1: get it. What about you, Mars? You can always say
Speaker 1: past you don't have to chat got it, Dear Nicky.
Speaker 1: I've been a handyman for a side cash for the
Speaker 1: last five years, small jobs, big jobs, whatever pays. One
Speaker 1: of my regular clients is this woman. I've done work
Speaker 1: for forever. Helped her sell her old house, then fixed
Speaker 1: her up her a new place when she bought it.
Speaker 1: She's always been sweet, tipped, well, sent referrals my way.
Speaker 1: Haven't heard from her in a while, though, so when
Speaker 1: she texted yesterday about her garage door opener acting up,
Speaker 1: I figured it was just another quick fix, pulled up,
Speaker 1: diagnosed it like in two minutes, loose wire, easy reset.
Speaker 1: The whole thing took me five minutes tops. She comes
Speaker 1: out asking how much she owes, all apologetic, like she's
Speaker 1: putting me out. I told her straight up, it's on
Speaker 1: the house. You've bade me plenty over the years and
Speaker 1: sent me more business than I can count. She got
Speaker 1: this little smile and stepped closer and said, well, I
Speaker 1: have to pay you somehow. Before I could even process it,
Speaker 1: her hands were on my chest, sliding down, rubbing me
Speaker 1: through my jeans. I got hard so fast it almost hurt.
Speaker 1: The next thing I know, we're in her bedroom, door
Speaker 1: shut blinds half closed, and she's on her knees and
Speaker 1: zipping me like it's the most natural thing. She took
Speaker 1: me in her mouth, slow at first, just the tip,
Speaker 1: tongue swirling, looking up at me the whole time. Then
Speaker 1: she started bobbing deeper, letter hands on my thighs, pulling
Speaker 1: me in the threaded my fingers through her hair, not rough,
Speaker 1: just gliding, and she moaned around me like she was
Speaker 1: enjoying it as much as I was. I didn't last long,
Speaker 1: couldn't not with her sucking like that, came hard down
Speaker 1: her throat while she swallowed every job up, then licked
Speaker 1: me clean with this satisfied little hum. She stood up,
Speaker 1: wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, smiled again,
Speaker 1: and said there, now we're even. I just stood there, dazed,
Speaker 1: pants still around my thighs, trying to catch my breath.
Speaker 1: Drove home, replaying the whole way. Garage door opener fixed
Speaker 1: in five minutes, and I got the best payment of
Speaker 1: my entire handyman career. Here's hoping her opening breaks again
Speaker 1: real soon, or maybe some other random thing around the
Speaker 1: house that needs my attention. Fingers crossed for future in voice,
Speaker 1: paid and full orally the handyman who suddenly very motivated
Speaker 1: to make house calls. Okay, so we got to know
Speaker 1: person wrote this has her courage door ever broken again.
Speaker 1: I really need updates to this one because you know,
Speaker 1: and to those of you listening, would you accept or
Speaker 1: offer that kind of payment plan, Cassie, is it a
Speaker 1: yes you would? There's something very sexy about a man
Speaker 1: on a ladder. I don't know why. I need the
Speaker 1: two of you to explain to me why. But every
Speaker 1: movie I see a man standing on a ladder, and
Speaker 1: if you think about it, like any it seems like
Speaker 1: any person like these are all porn tropes, right, So
Speaker 1: any apartment manager or anything like that that seem to
Speaker 1: sometimes always be standing on a ladder. Maybe it comes
Speaker 1: from that exactly. And if you can get your rent paid,
Speaker 1: why nots But it's very sexy, Dear Nikki. I'm still
Speaker 1: trembling legs, weak, skin flushed and sticky pussy, still pulsing
Speaker 1: with after sharks as I type this. I just fucked
Speaker 1: the plumber right here in my own kitchen, and every
Speaker 1: filthy sensory detail sere into my head. He showed up
Speaker 1: this afternoon to fix a leaking faucet. Under the sink.
Speaker 1: Mid thirties, maybe, broad shoulders straining in the navy work shirt,
Speaker 1: thick forearms and vein from years of ringing pipes, A
Speaker 1: light dusting of dark hair trailing down from his collar.
Speaker 1: Smelled faintly of clean sweat, metal shavings, and that sharp,
Speaker 1: citrusy soap guys like him always use. His voice was low, gravelly, polite,
Speaker 1: but with this undercurrent of confidence that made my clit
Speaker 1: throb the second he said, ma'am. I hovered while he worked,
Speaker 1: couldn't help it, watching the way his bicep's flex as
Speaker 1: he twisted his fittings, the slow slide of his jeans
Speaker 1: riding low enough to show the elastic of the black
Speaker 1: boxer briefs hugging the top of his ass. Every time
Speaker 1: he shifted on his knees. I caught the faint metallic
Speaker 1: clink of tools in his belt, the soft grunt when
Speaker 1: he tightened something stubborn. My nipples were already hard against
Speaker 1: my thin tank top. No bra I knew he noticed,
Speaker 1: because his eyes flicked up once twice, lingering on my
Speaker 1: chrest before dripping back to the pipes. He finished faster
Speaker 1: than I expected, stood up, wiped his hands on the
Speaker 1: rag and turned to me. All set, she should hold now.
Speaker 1: I handed him the cash, fingers brushing his rough calluses
Speaker 1: against my soft palm, and something electric snap between us.
Speaker 1: He didn't step back, just looked at me, really looked
Speaker 1: at me, dark eyes dropping to my mouth, then lower,
Speaker 1: tracing the hard peaks of my nipples through the pathock.
Speaker 1: You need anything else fixed, it's while I'm here, he asked,
Speaker 1: voice dropping an offtive thumb, brushing the edit of the bill,
Speaker 1: just giving him. I didn't answer with words. I just
Speaker 1: stepped closer and pressed my body against his chest, felt
Speaker 1: the heat rating off of him, the solid wall of
Speaker 1: muscle under damp cotton. His hands bound my hips immediately,
Speaker 1: big palms gripping hard enough to bruise the best way.
Speaker 1: The next thing I knew, I was on my back
Speaker 1: against the kitchen counter, his mouth on mine, hot, hungry,
Speaker 1: tasting faintly of coffee, and mit thumb tongue deep clanging,
Speaker 1: while one hand slid up under my tank to palm
Speaker 1: my tit, rough thumbs suckling my nibble until I whimpered
Speaker 1: into his kiss. He spun me around so fast I gasped,
Speaker 1: bent me over the counter, my forearms braced on the
Speaker 1: cool granite, asked arch back instinctively, He yanked my shorts
Speaker 1: and panties down with one rough tug, cool air hitting
Speaker 1: my soaked cunt, making me clench. I heard his belt
Speaker 1: buckle clank open and zipper rast down. Then the heavy
Speaker 1: thud of his jeans hitting the floor, felt a blunt
Speaker 1: of thick head of his cock nudge my entrance, slick
Speaker 1: with my own wetness and already dripping down my thighs.
Speaker 1: He didn't tease, just pushed in slow at first, inch
Speaker 1: by thick inch, stretching me open until I was full,
Speaker 1: so full I could feel every ridge, every vein. Then
Speaker 1: he started thrusting deep, deliberate strokes that slapped his hips
Speaker 1: against my ass, balls heavy against my clip with every drive.
Speaker 1: The kitchen filled with wet, obscene sounds, skin on skin,
Speaker 1: my slick pussy sucking at him, my own broken moans
Speaker 1: bouncing off cabinets. His hands gripped my hips so hard
Speaker 1: on fingerprints tomorrow, pulling me back onto his cock like
Speaker 1: he couldn't get deep enough. Fuck you're tight, he growled
Speaker 1: against my ear, breath hot on my neck, one hand
Speaker 1: sliding up to wrap around my throat, not choking, not
Speaker 1: just holding. Possessive been thinking about this tight little cunt
Speaker 1: since I walked in. I came first hard, sudden vision blurring,
Speaker 1: clinging around him so violently my knees buckled. He didn't stop,
Speaker 1: just fucked me through it faster, rougher, until he buried
Speaker 1: himself to the hilt and grown low in his throat.
Speaker 1: I felt him slow. Then the hot, thick spurts flooding
Speaker 1: me deep inside, pulse after pulse, so much it leaked
Speaker 1: out around his cock and trickled down my inner thigh
Speaker 1: as he kept grinding, slow, milking every last drop. He
Speaker 1: stayed inside me for a long minute, after both of us, panting,
Speaker 1: his chest pressed my back, heart beat hammering against my spine.
Speaker 1: Finally pulled out, with a wet sound that made me shiver.
Speaker 1: I felt his cumb start to drip out immediately, warm
Speaker 1: thick sliding down my leg. He tucked himself away, zipped up,
Speaker 1: and gave my ass a firm squeeze like he owned it.
Speaker 1: Now call me if the faucet ox up again, he said,
Speaker 1: with smart voice, still Ralph or anytime. Then he was gone.
Speaker 1: Door clicking shut behind him, leaving me bent over my
Speaker 1: own counter, shorts around my ankles, pussy swollen and leaking
Speaker 1: his load, thigh shaking, tasting him on my lips. I
Speaker 1: haven't moved yet, just standing here, dripping, replaying every thrust,
Speaker 1: every grunt, every filthy word. I think I might need
Speaker 1: emergency plumbing again real soon. Kitchen counter wrecked and still dripping.
Speaker 1: Uh And for the first roun in, did you ever
Speaker 1: actually calling back for round two? Or are you still
Speaker 1: standing there dripping in the memory. And for those of
Speaker 1: us that are listening, what's the fastest service call has
Speaker 1: ever turned sexual for you? Or would you want it to.
Speaker 1: I've never liked wanting to call back maintenance or anything
Speaker 1: like that, but I get it, you know, I think
Speaker 1: we all have something where like this and Cassie's typing,
Speaker 1: Cassie's one, I got several on speed call. We're gonna
Speaker 1: have to get to go fun for Cassie where we
Speaker 1: can have our try out some or either one of
Speaker 1: you actually or both, you know, where you guys can
Speaker 1: try out some sexy plumbing people and let me know,
Speaker 1: I expect stories. If I said to you so, well,
Speaker 1: I am too. But you know, if we're gonna get
Speaker 1: you laid there, you know. So here's what we've learned
Speaker 1: from each. That cotton covered toddy is the hottest reactions
Speaker 1: are often the calmest one. The feeral Hoodie Grimlin showed
Speaker 1: us how single dirty sentence can't hijack your whole body.
Speaker 1: And the dripping and aisle seven proved hardware stores are
Speaker 1: basically four play aisles. I call them boy toy stores.
Speaker 1: I really should be going into more of them. I
Speaker 1: think construction site slut reminded us forbidden fruit tastes best
Speaker 1: in hard hats. The handyman proved the customer service sometimes
Speaker 1: gets rewarded in the best currency. The kitchen counter wrecked
Speaker 1: proved us that spite hits even a leaky faucet can
Speaker 1: lead to the wettest afternoon of your life. Bottom line,
Speaker 1: Trademan fantasies are universal. The mix of comfidence and raw
Speaker 1: masculinity is catnip, and the thrill of he's here for
Speaker 1: a job but might be fixing something else never gets old.
Speaker 1: Just remember, in real life, read the room, get enthusiastic consent,
Speaker 1: and maybe keep a spare towel. Handy and Mars, you
Speaker 1: haven't listened to it. I don't know if you've listened
Speaker 1: to me yet or not. But there's always a riddle,
Speaker 1: a dirty riddle that's always one hundred percent clean. I'll
Speaker 1: go back and read it for you, because I was
Speaker 1: about to give the answer if I can find it.
Speaker 1: Uh yeah, here it is. What is long and hard
Speaker 1: gets shoved, repeatd heatedly in a tight, wet, dark hole,
Speaker 1: moves back and forth until the blockage clears, and when
Speaker 1: the job's done, everything gushes out and the pressure is
Speaker 1: finally relieved. Remember, the answer is clean. So hang, I
Speaker 1: gotta roll back down here the toilet plunger. Oh, din't
Speaker 1: get in there. It's a toilet pruner. They're silly. Oh
Speaker 1: you were good. Normally I don't get a right answer.
Speaker 1: And before you leave me tonight, here's your naughty tuck
Speaker 1: in from me to you. I swear I didn't plan it.
Speaker 1: I just kneeded the leak under the sink fixed before
Speaker 1: the whole kitchen flooded. He showed up twenty minutes early,
Speaker 1: boots heavy on the tile, navy coveralls already streak, with
Speaker 1: something dark at his knees, broad shoulders that made the
Speaker 1: doorway feel smaller and when he crouched down. God, those
Speaker 1: thick arms flaxaying while he twitched the wrench. I should
Speaker 1: have gone into the other room, and I didn't. I
Speaker 1: stood there, pretending to scroll on my phone, but really
Speaker 1: I was watching the way the fabric pulled tight across
Speaker 1: his back every time he reached deeper under the cabinet,
Speaker 1: The way the strip of skin showed above his waistband
Speaker 1: when he stretched tan dust with dark hair. I swallowed
Speaker 1: so loud, I'm sure he heard it. He asked for
Speaker 1: a flashlight. Our fingers brushed when I handed to him.
Speaker 1: Just that, just Nichols grazing knuckles, and my whole body
Speaker 1: lit up like someone flipped a hidden switch. I didn't
Speaker 1: know I had. He noticed. I noticed, because when he
Speaker 1: slid out from under the sink, he didn't stand right away.
Speaker 1: He stayed on his knees, looking up at me with
Speaker 1: a slow, knowing half smile, like he already decided what
Speaker 1: was about to happen and was just waiting for me
Speaker 1: to catch up. He got another problem, he said. Not
Speaker 1: the pipe he nodded toward me, looked like this one's
Speaker 1: dripping for a long time. I should have laughed it off,
Speaker 1: should have said something sarcastic and walked away instead. My eyes.
Speaker 1: My thighs pressed together so hard I felt the pulse
Speaker 1: between them throb. He reached out slow, gave me every
Speaker 1: chance to step back. I didn't callous fingers slid up
Speaker 1: the inside of my bare thigh under the hem of
Speaker 1: my little cotton sun dress, stopped just short where my
Speaker 1: panties were already soaked through. He didn't touch me there yet.
Speaker 1: He just let his thumb trace lazy circles on the
Speaker 1: sensitive skin where the thigh meets everything else, teasing, testing,
Speaker 1: watching my face the whole time. I was trembling, breath
Speaker 1: hitching every time his thumb drifted higher. When he finally
Speaker 1: hooked one finger under the damp cot and pulled it aside,
Speaker 1: I whimpered, actually whimpered, like some desperate girl and a
Speaker 1: porn clip. I didn't care look at you, he murmured,
Speaker 1: so swollen, already been thinking about this, his mental fingers
Speaker 1: circled my clip once, slick and deliberate, or just been
Speaker 1: waiting for someone to notice. How wet you get when
Speaker 1: a man's on his knees in your kitchen. I couldn't answer.
Speaker 1: I only managed to a broken little please that sounded
Speaker 1: more like a sob. He gave me what I begged for,
Speaker 1: two thick fingers, sliding and so easy, so deep my
Speaker 1: kniece buckled. He caught me with his three hand on
Speaker 1: my nip, held me there while he fucked me, slow
Speaker 1: and filthy, with his hand thumb rubbing messy circles over
Speaker 1: my clip. The whole time, the wet sounds were obscene.
Speaker 1: I could hear how drenched I was. Every time he
Speaker 1: pulled out, only to push back in deeper. I came
Speaker 1: embarrassing fast, clenching around his fingers thigh shave, biting my
Speaker 1: own wrist to keep from screaming aloud enough for the
Speaker 1: neighbors to hear. He didn't stop, just kept that steady
Speaker 1: rhythm until the after shocks turned into a second, smaller,
Speaker 1: shuddery orgasm that left me gasping against his shoulder. Then
Speaker 1: he stood finally, towered over me, wiped his glistening fingers
Speaker 1: across my lower lip so I could taste myself, then
Speaker 1: kissed me hard, possessive, like he was claiming something he'd
Speaker 1: already decided it was his. The pipe He fixed it
Speaker 1: him out three minutes after that, wrote pain in full
Speaker 1: on the invoice with a wink and left me leaning
Speaker 1: against the counter dress, still rocked up, thy slit, heart hammering,
Speaker 1: trying to remember how to breathe normally. I keep that
Speaker 1: invoice in my night's dand drawer. Sometimes i'd take it
Speaker 1: out and touch myself just looking at those three stupid words.
Speaker 1: I still don't know his name. I don't think I
Speaker 1: want to. I just know the next time something links,
Speaker 1: I'm calling the same company and I'm wearing even less.
Speaker 1: So that's it for this episode. I hope you guys
Speaker 1: exactly free service can't beat that. I hope you had
Speaker 1: a nice time here. I want you to stay horny,
Speaker 1: stay safe, and if you haven't already, keep those confessions coming.