Plumber Pasha and the hungry housewife

My name is Pasha, I'm thirty, and I work as a plumber in a private office. I'm 187 cm tall. I have strong arms and a broad back. And I've got a pretty big dick, too (22 cm)—women are always stunned when they see that thing for the first time. Thick, long, with a red head, like a fist. Basically, a monster. A woman named Tatyana called, her address was in a new building. She said the pipe under the bathroom sink was leaking, and the neighbors downstairs were already knocking. I grabbed my tools and headed over. The door opened—a blonde woman, about thirty-five, with a striking figure. She was wearing a short, silky blue housecoat, tied at the waist. Her legs were long and smooth, clearly someone who took care of herself. Her breasts were prominent beneath the robe; she must be a C-cup, at least. “Come in,” she says in such a sweet voice, “I’m already exhausted, the water is dripping.” Her name is Tanya. I went into the bathroom. The room was small, bright, clean everywhere, and smelled of shower gel. The sink was white, and underneath it was a real puddle. I immediately dove under the pipes and tightened the nuts. A minute later, I realized: the trap was clogged with grease and needed to be cleared. "It's really clogged here, Tatyana," I say, crawling out from under the sink. "I'll get it all sorted out, but it's going to stink." “Do what you have to, Pavel,” she smiled. I took off my jacket, remaining in just a T-shirt. Without washing my hands, I immediately climbed into the pipe. After a couple of minutes of fiddling, I felt her gaze on my back. I turned around—she was standing in the bathroom doorway, watching my biceps flex as I pulled the rope. “Do you have hot water?” I ask. - Yes, sure. - Then pour a bucket of boiling water here while I take out the dirt. When she leaned over to hand me the bucket, her robe fell open across her chest. I saw the edge of her white bra and her soft cleavage. I instantly got hard. I adjusted my cock in my pants, but it was already pressed against my fly like a crowbar. She noticed. Her eyes widened, but she said nothing. Well, I think he'll either hit me in the face, or... Or it'll be hot. I finished with the siphon, the water drained. I stood up and dried my hands. “It’s ready, Tanya,” I say, speaking informally, “take the job.” She's standing next to me, about thirty centimeters between us. I can see her breathing is ragged. She smells sweet. "How much do I owe?" he asks, his voice breaking. “Come on,” I say, “you’ll pay in kind.” She laughed nervously, but didn't move away. I stepped forward and placed my dirty palm on her waist, right on the silk of her robe. “Pash, what’s wrong with you... I’m married, my husband will be home soon,” she whispers, but doesn’t take my hand away. “We’ll make it,” I answered hoarsely and tugged at the belt of my robe. The robe was parted. She was wearing lace lingerie. A white bra lifted her breasts so that her nipples protruded. She wore a thong panty, with a string running between her buttocks. Her butt was round and luscious, her hips wide. I grabbed her by the back of the head and captured her lips. At first, she pressed herself against my chest, but when my tongue entered her mouth, she simply went limp and began to respond. She kissed me hungrily, as if she were hungry. I pulled away from her lips and squeezed her breast right through her bra. Heavy, juicy. “Take it off,” I said. With trembling hands, she unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled into my palms. Her nipples were large and brown, hard as stones. I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, sucking and nibbling. Tanya moaned, throwing her head back and clutching my hair. - Pavel... oh... your mother... I was sucking my breasts with one hand, and with the other I reached down between my legs. I ran my finger along my panties—they were already soaking wet. “You’re such a bitch,” I breathed into her ear, “waiting for your husband, but still flowing like a total whore.” She bit her lip to keep from screaming when I shoved my hand right into her thong and felt her clit. It was swollen, hot, and slippery. I pressed it and began to stroke it with my finger. Tanya shook, her legs buckled, and she hit her back against the wall. - Oh... I can't... so much... “You can,” I barked. I quickly pulled down my pants and underwear. My cock popped out, heavy, almost to my navel, the head red, the vein swollen. Tanya opened her eyes, looked down, and gasped. Her eyes went round as snouts. “Oh my God... it’s so big... it won’t fit inside me,” she whispered fearfully. “It’ll fit, no one has complained yet,” I chuckled. I turned her around, bent her at the waist, and pressed down on her back, forcing her to rest her hands on the edge of the bathtub. She got on all fours, her ass level with my waist. I pulled the wet string of her thong aside. Her pussy was completely wet, her lips swollen and pink. I brought the head to her slit, moved it over her labia, smearing the juices. “Well, come on, welcome the guest,” I said and pushed sharply inside. Tanya squealed and clutched the edge of the bathtub. I entered halfway—tight, hot, just fucking good. Everything inside her was clenching and pulsating. - Ah... fuck... you'll tear me... - she moaned. “Be patient, slut,” I growled and moved my hips all the way. I entered her all the way. My pubis pressed against her ass. Tanya screamed, not painfully, but wildly, with pleasure. I began pounding her hard, deep, with all my might. The water in the bathtub rippled with each stroke. A wet, squelching sound filled the bathroom. “Yes... yes... fuck me... harder...” she howled, already forgetting about her husband and everything else in the world. I grabbed her hair, wrapped it around my fist, and pulled her head back. This made her arch her back, allowing me to penetrate even deeper. My cock twitched in and out of her wet pussy, and I felt her walls squeezing my shaft. "Whose bitch are you?" I croaked, increasing the tempo. “Your... your bitch...” she howled in response. I let go of her hair and went back to her clit with one hand. I found that nub with my finger and began rubbing it furiously in time with the fucking. That finished her off. Tanya started shaking, thrashing in ecstasy, screaming so loudly it could probably be heard in the neighboring apartments. "I'M CUMMING!" she screamed. "Oh-oh-oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" I felt her pussy spasm, and hot juices splashed onto my cock. She went limp on the bathtub, breathing heavily. But I didn't stop. I continued to thrust into her, using her body like a piece of meat. “No... wait... I’m going to... it’s too sensitive...” she moaned. But I didn't care. I turned her around to face me, lifted one leg, and impaled her on my cock again. Now I fucked her standing up, looking into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck, hung on me, and I pounded her from bottom to top, bouncing her up onto my dick. “Your dick is so huge...” she whispered into my lips, biting them. - You like big dicks, don't you, bitch? — I love... I adore... At that moment, through the roar of the water and our groans, I heard a sound. The metallic clang of a key in the front door lock. Tanya froze. Her eyes widened in horror. She turned white. “Husband...” she breathed out through her lips. I froze too, standing in it up to my balls. Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway. The man cleared his throat. "Tanya, are you home?" a rough bass voice called out. "I got off work early, the shift manager took over!" Tanya looked at me in horror. I slowly, very slowly pulled out of her. A trickle of our mixture flowed from my penis right onto the tiles. “Come out,” she whispered panickily, “come out quickly!” I chuckled, looking at her twisted face. I calmly pulled on my pants, without even wiping myself off. I grabbed my toolbox. "Tanya? Are you in the bathroom?" her husband's voice was getting closer. She frantically wrapped her robe around herself, her hands shaking. I winked at her, opened the bathroom door, and stepped into the hallway. A healthy man in a suit, bald, with a mustache, was walking toward me. "Oh, hi," I nodded to him, "the plumber. I fixed your pipe and cleared the trap. Everything's fine." The man looked at me in surprise, then at the bathroom door, from which the sound of running water was coming. “Ah... I see,” he muttered. “Thank you. How much?” “Oh, come on,” I waved my hand, walking towards the exit, “we’ve already paid.” I stepped out into the stairwell. The door slammed behind me. I stood there, feeling the cum slowly leaking out of my cock and soaking my underwear. Her screams still rang in my ears, and my pants felt pleasantly heavy after a job well done. The day wasn't wasted. A real man will always find something to do during work hours.