THE PLUMBER
Typical isn't it? How you automatically conjure images when reading the title to my story? My husband and I are typical also, of I hate to admit, white trash and we fit the stereotype well. But at least we admit as much. We live in Riverside County in California. By the Lake in Lake Elsinore. My husband finds work where he can when construction crews need a clean up man. And after this event, he got a new job as another kind of "clean up man." I work as a teacher's aid for 5.75 an hour during the summer in summer school. One of my students is black and his father comes all the time to pick him up after school in his plumber's truck. He flirts with me sometimes and is always staring at my small firm tits. My husband is a typical white trash husband and usually calls men like this plumber "niggers" behind his back. Hubby is only five foot six and wouldn't dare say it to a man like John Gray who is a muscled five eleven and two twenty. It turns me on to fantasize about that dark black skin laying on top of me as I am face down on our shabby bed.
Since John Gray is a plumber it was only natural to ask if he could fix our sink since it keeps backing up and my husband breaks it constantly in a vain effort to fix it. I already told John we couldn't pay him much because we are out of money as always. He backed me up quietly against the outside of the trailer class room and smiled as he said we could "work something out." I asked him what exactly he meant by that and he nodded with a smirk and walked back to his truck. In the sweltering Elsinore summer heat at 118 degrees, the air-conditioned cab of his new Ford seemed like a fantasy. He motioned for me to follow as he knew from seeing me at the bus stop that we didn't have but one car. So after dropping off his son, we headed back to our place and I hoped we would keep driving until night because we didn't have air in the house either. He looked at me and said as if reading my mind that "plumbers do air conditioning too." I stayed silent.
When we got home, my silly husband was underneath the sink breaking it more. He was open- mouthed as I brought in a "black man" to our trailer park home. I think John Gray got a kick out of his reaction because he smiled and patted my husband on the shoulder and said hello. Hubby scurried back under the sink and it was as if we were in some cheap porno as John Gray leaned down and kissed me while running his hands along the hard cheeks of my ass. One thing about white trash girls is we have great little hard butts. It's because we know we have to give it up so often to pay our way in life. My husband pretended not to know what was going on but John Gray informed him in a loud voice exactly "what was going on."
"Only way we dark skinned folk work for white trash without being paid is by taking the white pussy and drilling it deep." My husband stared humming loudly and working frantically under the sink breaking PVC pipes and dropping wrenches as John Gray pulled aside my shorts and started fingering me. "Get your little white ass out here and put something in the bitch's mouth boy, while I fuck her from behind." With this my husband popped out from under the sink and gaped at John Gray. He had a nice hard on but was ghost white in the face. Like all good little white husbands, their biggest turn on is secretly fantasizing about their white wives getting pounded by a big black man. But they rarely admit it.
"Get up boy before I smack the shit out of you." John pulled down my shorts and pushed me face down into the particle board cabinets and pulled his fat eight by eight cock out of his work pants and rammed it deep into my gushing hole. My husband took a step toward John as if contemplating hitting him and I came despite the scenario. John simply pointed at the counter top in a silent order. "Get the thing out son before I give ya' some exercise out back. Go on now." Hubby meekly pulled his pants down and hopped up on the counter as John Gray got his rhythm going and drilled me hard. My husband put his hard cock in my mouth and about thirty seconds later came in my mouth. John fucked me fast and furious as I choked on my husband's cum, and it made plopping sounds as it hit the linoleum floor in globs falling from my mouth.
We spent the next four hours fucking and I got the shit pounded out of my ass for the first time ever. My husband wanked off furiously as John Gray took my anal virginity in front of him right there on the kitchen floor. It seemed to take a long time and a lot of afternoon drillings to get the sink fixed and "paid off," as it did for the new air conditioning. And even though my husband said his usual racist bullshit comments behind John's back, he couldn't wait every day to watch big John pound my ass and pussy every afternoon. Nor did he complain a whole lot when John brought some of his black plumber buddies over to gang bang my married ass on several occasions.
