Chapter 137: WET FOR MY MOM'S BLACK PLUMBER

Sara's Pov

The man brushed past me as he walked into the house. His muscled arm grazed the side of my soft heavy breasts.

The brief contact made a shiver rip up my spine. I sucked in a sharp breath as my nipples stiffened against the lacy fabric of my bra.

"This... This way, sir. " I whispered politely, voice barely a whisper as I led him to the kitchen.

My throat felt clogged. Suddenly the house felt too small and hot.

What would have being expected of me was to leave him in the kitchen and head to my room like my mom told me.

But my legs wouldn't move, I mean how could I?? Have you seen this man?

His dark flawless skin gleamed. The shirt he wore was fighting desperately to stay on. Soon enough, he crouched down to fix the pipes.

Oh Lord....

My eyes moved to the bulge in his work pants that was straining to be let out.

"Jesus... " I whispered, cheeks flaming.

It looked so thick and heavy, looking fatter than the wrench he was holding. It moved everytime he shifted, rolling and swaying.

Would it fit inside my virgin pussy?? Would he be gentle with me? Would he be rough? Pull me by my brown hair?

I felt a fresh gush of slick plop onto my panties. Pressing my thighs together, I huffed out a breath, feeling ashamed at the thoughts I was having.

I could picture my mom knowing what I was thinking. God!! She would kill me.

My eyes were glued to him, as if I hadn't seen a man before. The more I looked, the more my clit throbbed.

Clearing my throat, I decide to make small talk. Just standing there was getting creepy. He must think I was a freak. Everyone around me thought so anyways.

"Um.. is it a bad leak, sir? " I asked softly, my own voice making my ears bleed.

He glanced up, dark eyes finding my clear blue ones. A smile slowly overtook his face, making him even more good looking.

"Nah, it's not too bad, baby girl. But I'll still need to go deep to fix it." He said in a deep voice.

I might not know alot about sex and all that. But what he just said sounded like it had a double meaning.

"Do you have any spare tools I could borrow if I need them?? Sometimes I do forget to grab all my work tools."

I blinked sharply, flustered. "I...I don't know. My father keeps some tools in the garage, though. I can help you get any of you want."

He chuckled, the sound moving deep in my belly and soaking up my underwear, tingling my vagina.

"You're real polite, ain't you? Most white girls I've met are always stuck up, especially to a black man." He wiped his wet hands on a rag, eyes moving all over my body before landing on my big breasts.

"But not you. You've been a really good host. Just standing there and looking at me real hard."

My face exploded with shame. "I... I wasn't... That was rude of me, sir. I didn't mean to. "

He stood up from his position on the floor, towering over me. His massive frame made the big kitchen feel tiny, his aura sucking up the air.

Standing up, the huge bulge in his trousers became obvious, the thick length framed between even thicker thighs.

Quickly, my filthy mind pictured him pulling it out, ripping my clothes off and stuffing it inside my virgin core.

My mom would have a feast with me if she knew what was happening in her kitchen.

He stepped closer, presence doing things to my body.

"It seems there's something you wanna say to me, church girl. Ever since you saw me, you've been eye fucking me."

"Eye....what..what does that mean?? I don't know what you mean, sir." I whispered, eyes dropping to the marble floor, too shy to look into his eyes.

My fingers got busy twirling the hem of my dress, a nervous habit. Inside my head was chaos.

I was practically screaming- Please show me your cock, I really want to see how big it is. I want to know if it would wreck me inside.

Shit!! My finger could hardly enter, how did I expect that monster of his to fit inside me?

He laughed softly. "You've been staring at my dick the whole time I've been working. You like what you see, don't you?? We're adults here, be honest."

He knew.

I swallowed hard, voice trembling. "You..you just look really strong, sir. I was watching your hands." I lied.

Another sin.

"Yeah?" He moved even closer, close that I could smell his natural musk and sweat. One of his big hands came up and lifted my chin gently.

"You imagining what else these hands could do? Or what you were really thinking was how my thick, black cock would feel stretching your probably tight virgin pussy of yours?"

"Mmmmm..." I whimpered before I could even stop it. My vagina clenched violently hearing those filthy, sinful words.

My panties were ruined, I was leaking more than even when I touched myself.

I was so going to hell like mom said. I'm going to burn in hell for what was happening. But at this point, I didn't care.

All I could think about was my wet panties sticking to my swollen lips.

"I...I don't..I've never..." I stammered, trying to sound as honest as possible but my imagination ran wild.

He smiled again, thumb brushing my smooth cheek. "Look at you all shy and coy, but I can see your nipples through your dress, baby. They're almost cutting through. I bet your church pussy's the same."

I looked down and sure enough my nips were shooting forward. The flimsy lacy bra doing nothing to hide it.

Biting my lips hard, my eyes filled with shame and lust. "Sir....please. I'm not supposed to talk like this. My mom wouldn't like this."

"Well good thing your mom ain't here." He said cockily, voice dropping lower. "It's just you and me. Tell me the truth, you've ever seen a real man's dick before??"

The memory of Harry, my one week boyfriend in high school flashed through my head, making my stomach twist in humiliation.

That day at school, Harry had being desperate and horny. We were behind the bleachers and he yanked out his nasty, small penis that smelled foul.

He didn't shave, everywhere was just hairy and unpleasant to look at. He tried to force my head down to suck him in.

" Suck it, Sara. That's what girlfriends do." He'd said that day.

I couldn't , it was too disgusting and the smell was so bad I almost threw up. The next day, he was parading another girl like I meant nothing to him.

At least I didn't have that nasty stuff in my mouth.

"Uhmm...just once, sir." I admitted softly, voice filled with embarrassment. "Back in high school but I didn't like it."

"I know that dick didn't make you wet. But this?" He grabbed his heavy bulge and gave it a squeeze right in front of me. "This is a man's cock. Not some little boy's dick. You think your little holes can take it??"

" I...I....I don't know, sir. It looks very big. Would it hurt too much?"

His grin turned wicked. "Oh, it'll hurt. But it'll hurt real good. I'd go slow, pump you slow. "

My body was visibly shaking. The good and the bad was waring inside me. My mom was gonna disown me, throw me out.

"You're awfully quiet again." He teased, still rubbing my cheek with a rough thumb. " You like what you see right? Does the slutty church girl likes what she sees?"

The boldness that came over me couldn't be explained.

" Yes...yes, I do."