July 14, 2007 - Plumber Takes It Out In Trade

The following is a fictionalized version of a roleplay that I did with a guy I met on Craigslist.  I responded to his ad looking for a TGurl to fool around with and I suggested that we do a roleplay and he was into it.  We exchanged a few emails working out the details and then set up a time to meet and this is pretty much how it played out.  I couldn't remember everything said and done so I filled in a few gaps in the narrative and made up the dialog to match the feel of what happened that night, but this is pretty much how it played out.  We had never met before he showed up at my door pretending to be a plumber.  It was super hot. ;)

P.S.  The photos are the actual ones that he took while we were playing and are the first ever of me sucking cock.  They came out kinda crappy because he was unfamiliar with my camera and also, perhaps, because he was distracted by me sucking his cock.  Hee, hee, hee.


It was a Friday night and I was planning on a night out on the town.  I was wearing a burgundy, long-sleeved, sheer top, brown miniskirt that hugged my ass and flared out just below it.  It was so short that it just barely covered my ass.  Sheer taupe pantyhose, and brown 4 1/2" strappy, 'fuck me' sandals completed my outfit.  I was super horny. Even more so than usual because while I was getting dressed up earlier I had a gangbang porno DVD playing to help heighten my mood.  It had really done the job and looking in the mirror now, I had a pretty good feeling that I'd be a hit with the men wherever I ended up going for the evening.  Unfortunately, a sudden plumbing problem in my apartment threatened to totally derail my plans.  It was an issue that couldn't be ignored and I was on the phone calling every plumber in the phonebook to no avail.  It was already evening and all I was getting was recorded messages.  After several failures, I finally got a message that included a phone number for emergencies and so I called that.  It was a mobile phone number and the man who answered was named Chris.  I explained the problem to him while thanking him profusely and praising him for answering the phone and even considering helping me.  He agreed to make the after hours house call to help me, took my address, gave me an ETA and then hung up.  It was going to be a while before he would arrive so I used the time to primp and preen a bit more.  When I was as satisfied with how I looked as I could get, I decided to take a few photos of myself as I usually do with my camera's self timer and a tripod.  I hadn't quite set up the tripod yet when the doorbell rang.  I set the camera on the coffee table and went down the stairwell that makes up the entryway to my apartment and opened the door. 

"Chris?" I said.
"Yes.  You're Tiffany?" he asked.  I couldn't help but detect a hint of pleasant surprise in the way he said it.  He was white man and tall.  Well over six feet, I'd say judging how he stood at least three inches taller than me even with me wearing 4 1/2" heels.  He was around his mid 40's with a little gray in his thinning hair.
"Yes, come in.  Thank you SO much for coming.  You are totally saving my evening."

He stepped inside and I closed the door.  He was smiling pleasantly as he motioned for me to lead the way.  I started up the stairs and it dawned on me that with him walking behind me he could almost certainly see up my skirt.  I automatically reached for the hem and tugged downward in a completely ineffective attempt to cover my ass.  I could feel his eyes taking in the view from behind and I felt myself blushing because part of me liked feeling exposed to this stranger.  At the top of the stairs I tried to compose myself as I led him through the living room to the kitchen.  He lagged noticeably behind me as we walked and I knew he must be checking me out.  I felt extremely self conscious as I concentrated on maintaining a lady like manner, walking as poised as I could in my stiletto heels.  I was grateful when we reached the kitchen because I could turn and face him again. 

"Here it is." I said.
"Can you describe the problem again?" he asked.

I started explaining once again, but it wasn't long before I realized that he wasn't really listening to what I was saying.  He was checking me out.  Ogling me, really.  His eyes roamed up and down my body, lingering on my legs and breasts.  He didn't even attempt to hide it.  I think he realized that I needed him too much to throw him out over a little ogling.  I felt naked and exposed standing in front of this stranger.  It's not that it's something that I'm not used to.  I get ogled all of the time when I dress up and go out and often times I like it.  This felt different I suppose because this was in my home.  I'd already finished describing the problem, but he was still giving me the once over.  When he realized I'd stopped talking, he casually excused himself to his task and got to work.  I told him I'd be in the next room if he needed me.

Instead of waiting for him in the living room, though, I went instead to my bedroom.  I felt the need to compose myself and try to relax and I tried to distract myself by wasting some time on the Internet.  About 30 minutes later I heard him calling to me from the living room.  I stepped out of my bedroom to find him hovering over the coffee table in the center of the room.  That's when it hit me.  The case for the porno DVD that I'd been watching earlier was still on the coffee table.  He was smiling slightly when he turned to meet me and I knew that he'd already noticed it and I could feel myself blushing again.

"I'm done!" he stated.  "It's fixed."
"Wow!  That was fast.  Awesome!" I said, trying hard to mask my embarrassment.  I casually stepped over to the table and, pretending like I was tidying up some magazines, I set one down on top of the DVD box to hide it.  "Thank you so much." I said.  "How much do I owe you?"
"Two hundred dollars will cover it."
"Okay, give me a minute.  I'll be right back."  I said and then briskly walked back into my bedroom to get my purse.  I returned as quickly as I could and as I pulled out my wallet I asked "You'll take a credit card, right?"
"Oh, no.  Sorry.  Cash only."  he said.
"I only have forty dollars." I said holding the two twenties up as proof. "Can I write a check for the rest?"
His eyes narrowed slightly and I could tell he was peeved. 
"Cash..." he said with emphasis "...only!"

I stood for several moments, holding the $40 in one hand and my purse in the other, staring dumb-founded at him, my mind grasping for answers.  He finally spoke.

"Do we have a problem here?" he asked condescendingly.
"No." I said timidly.  "I want to pay you.  I just don't have cash."
"Well, then it seems that you do have a problem." he said.  He paused for a few moments and his eyes wandered down to my legs and slowly back up again, ogling and undressing me.  "I think you need to ask yourself what you're willing to do to solve your problem."
"What I'm willing to do?"  I asked nervously as I could already see where this was going.
"I'm going to do you a huge favor." he said.  "I'd be willing to work out a trade with you.  That is, if you think you have something worthwhile to trade."

I knew exactly what he meant, but I wasn't willing to acknowledge it.  I was so nervous, my mouth was dry and I could already feel my knees getting weak.

"I don't know what I could trade." My voice was almost a whisper and I spoke haltingly.
"Would a picture help?" he asked as he reached down, nudged aside the magazine, picked up the DVD case and pointed to a video still on the back depicting the porn starlet sucking a big, stiff cock.  "I was thinking something like this would be on the right track."

I stared at the image, too nervous and scared to make eye contact with him.  I tried hard to wrap my mind around what was happening.  Was this virtual stranger about to force me suck his cock to settle a debt?  More importantly, was I getting turned on by the thought of it?  The honest answer to both questions was a resounding 'yes'.  I was still staring at the image of the porn starlet, crouched in front of some faceless man, her lipstick painted lips wrapped around his cock and I could imagine that being me in her place.  I unconsciously licked my lips and I guess that's all the 'yes, I'll suck your cock' that he needed because the next words out of his mouth were "Good girl." and then he took my hand and guided it to his zipper which I was surprised to find was already unzipped.  I instinctively reached inside his pants and started fondling his semi erect cock.  He placed his hands on my shoulders and guided me onto the sofa so that I was sitting in front of him as he stood.  In a flash he'd pulled his cock completely out so that it was now only inches in front of my face.

"Kiss it." he said, and I obeyed.  "Lick it." he ordered, and I proceeded to give his semi hard cock a thorough tongue bath.  It must have been obvious to him that I was enjoying it because I could hear him say "Oh, you like that don't you?  I knew it.  I know a cock sucking bitch when I see one.  Lick my balls, slut." he ordered and, again, I obeyed.  After a few minutes of me licking his cock and balls, he was fully erect.  He slapped my face a few times with his long, stiff cock and then said "Time to pay up, bitch.  Open!"  I opened my mouth and he placed one hand firmly on the back of my head as he rudely shoved his cock in.  "Suck it, bitch!" he ordered.  I took his smooth swollen tip between my lips and hungrily slurped his shaft into my mouth, loving every inch of it.  I couldn't stop thinking that I was doing this to pay a debt and that he was a nearly total stranger and it just made me hornier and hornier the more I thought about it.  In no time I'd fallen into a good rhythm, bobbing my head up and down, taking his cock to the back of my throat each time.  He made lots of appreciative moaning sounds and then he started talking dirty.  He called me a cocksucker, a slut, a Latina bitch, and a whore, verbally humiliating me as he took his pleasure.  I absolutely love that kind of dirty talk and it was as if he knew exactly which buttons to push to make me into his submissive sex toy.  I was sucking and slurping on his beautiful cock when there was a sudden bright flash.  'Oh my god!' I thought 'he just took a photo of me giving him a blow job.'  I'd completely forgotten that my digital camera was on the coffee table, but apparently it hadn't escaped his notice.

I sucked his cock deep into my mouth.

Then he held my head and fucked my throat.

I had fantasized often about being photographed giving head, but had never had the nerve to allow it.  Now he'd taken the decision out of my hands and he was snapping away.  Image after image was being recorded of me on my knees sexually submitting to this stranger.  I'd done some slutty, kinky things before, but this was the sluttiest and I was enjoying it immensely.

"Lick it..."

"...suck it..."

"...and look up at me, bitch!"

I really liked it when he took ownership of me, telling me "You're my cock sucking bitch.  You understand me?  Your slutty mouth belongs to me, you whore."  He even grabbed my by the hair and pulled me off of his cock at one point and made me tell him "I'm your cock sucking slut." then he shoved his cock back into my mouth and said "Suck it, bitch!"  And all of that just made me want his cum even more.  When he was tired of standing, he guided me up off of the sofa and he took my place sitting down.  He put me on my knees between his legs and pushed my head back down onto his cock where I happily resumed orally servicing him and he continued to take photos.

"Look at me and tell me what you are, bitch!" he ordered.

"I'm your cock sucking slut." I said.  "Good girl!  Now get
back on my dick and suck it, you whore."

By this point I was really wanting him to cum.  I was just so horny and hungry for it.  I stopped sucking his cock to tell him so.  "I want your cum.  I want to taste it and feel it all over my face.  Are you going to cum for me?"  He pushed my head back down onto his cock and said "Keep sucking, whore.  I have a big load for you, but you're gonna have to work for it."

I took that as a challenge and started sucking him deep again and again, taking him into my throat every time.  I was moaning with pleasure to let him know how much I was enjoying myself and using my hands to pump his cock to the rhythm of my bobbing head.

"Look at me when you suck my cock!"

"Yeah, that's my good little cocksucker."

"That's a good girl.  Keep that up and I'll be painting your face in no time." he said.  "I know you'd like that and you're gonna swallow it like a good cum slut."

"Of course!" I said matter of factly, and then deepthroated his cock again.

I started to get really excited because I could hear his breathing change.  I could tell that he was getting close to orgasm.  I fell into a steady rhythm with one hand and my mouth gliding over his swollen shaft while my other hand caressed his balls.

"Like that!  Like that!" he gasped.  "I'm almost there!  Don't stop, you dirty fucking whore!"

He suddenly stood up, took his cock in his hand and began stroking it right in my face.  I lapped at his cock head with my tongue in anticipation and then he grunted loudly.  It was a beautiful sight as a huge, thick stream of cum erupted from his swollen cock head and shot upwards, landing hotly across my face.  He pumped his cock furiously and spurt after spurt of his huge load squirted onto my face and into my open mouth.

Covered with his thick load.

"Mmm... a cocksucker always looks prettiest with cum
all over her face."

I was ecstatic that he had such a large load of cum for me.  I sucked his still erupting cock into my mouth and swallowed his cum as fast as he could pump it out.  He was panting heavily as I slurped and lapped up as much of his cum as I could get.  When his cock was no longer dripping I began to lick his cum from my lips.  "Hold still." he said.  He then held my head and using the tip of his cock, he scooped his thick cum off of my face and spooned it into my mouth.  "Lick it all off like a good little cum whore." he said.  I did as I was told and savored every drop.

I hungrily sucked out every drop of his cum.

I licked and sucked his cock clean.

And licked my lips, savoring every drop.

He snapped a few more photos and after I'd licked his cock clean, he set the camera down and started to get dressed again.  I simply lounged on the sofa with his cum drying on my face and still enjoying the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"You look like a cheap, used up whore." he said.  "Get back on your knees." he ordered.  I got on my knees as I was told and he then made me crawl over to him on all fours and give his cock a kiss before he zipped up his pants.  "Walk me to the door, bitch!" he said, and again I did as I was told.  As we walked, he spoke.  "I'm going to consider this a down payment on what you owe me.  I'll be back a few more times to collect so you better be ready to suck, bitch."  This had me both worried and excited at what this might lead to.  A one time thing was fun, but was he going to make me into his full time slut?  When we reached the door he ordered me to turn around.  I did as I was told, of course and he then wrapped one arm around my waist, and began to freely feel me up beneath my skirt.  He massaging my ass and rubbing his fingers between my cheeks, stroking my hole right through my pantyhose.  He leaned in close and whispered in my ear "I'm gonna fuck this sweet ass next time.  You hear me, slut?  I'm gonna really make you my bitch, so you better have that asshole ready for me.  You understand?"  "Yes, sir." was all I could say.  He released me and as I turned to face him he asked "Are you my cocksucker?"  "Yes." I replied.  "That's right.  And you'll do what I was say until you've payed off your debt, won't you?"  "Yes." I replied.  "Good girl!  Go clean yourself up.  You look like a filthy whore." he said, and then disappeared out the door.