The Plumber

Two days had passed since Gina threw herself at Mr. Cohen. Gina hadn't rested since that moment! It disgusted her, that she lowered herself to such **** measures. She always considered herself a fine, upstanding, moralistic female. Yet here she sat in her empty apartment, alone, hungry, and penniless. At least she wasn't out on the streets, she constantly convinced herself.

Since that moment, Gina had somewhat convinced herself, that a little occasional sex with Mr. Cohen, might be OK in order to keep her apartment. What really bothered her though, was who else he was planning on sending in to collect the "rent"!

Gina's question were to be answered very shortly. She was startled from her bed by the pounding on the door. Not expecting any company, Gina eased her way to the door. "Who's there?" she meekly asked, fearing that it was Mr. Cohen, or one of his 'collection agents'.

"Larry Cranston." The voice had a husky tone, but was obviously rather young. "Cranston Plumbing, Miss!"

Gina wished she had a peep hole to eye the man at her door, but since she didn't, she unlatched the bolts and opened the door slightly to gain a glimpse of the man.

Gina was taken aback by the rather handsome face and wide smile Larry flashed her.

"Miss, uh, Rockridge?" Larry asked, "May I come in?"

Gina snapped out of her trance and excused herself for being so rude. She momentarily closed the door, and freed all the chain latches before swinging the door wide. Gina's eyes immediately took in the strong build of the six-foot tall, chestnut haired man standing before her. For some odd reason, she also noticed a rather sizable bulge in his crotch. She quickly darted her eyes away and ushered Larry inside. "How may I help you, Larry?"

Larry began reaching for his shirt pocket. He reached inside the flannel pocket and pulled out a folded, yellow slip of paper. "You see, Miss Rockridge, I was working on the plumbing downstairs, in Mr. Evans' apartment." Larry unfolded the yellow paper and perused over his writing. "Anyway, Mr. Cohen told me to give you the bill, and that you would take care of it!" Larry then handed the yellow invoice to Gina.

Gina was dumbfounded! She didn't know what to do! Instinctively she took the paper from the outstretched hand of Larry, and looked at it! Her eyes nearly jumped out of her head when she saw the total bill. "A hundred twenty dollars?" she exclaimed. Where was she going to come up with that kind of money? She didn't have that kind of money! How did Mr. Cohen expect her to pay him...?" Then it hit her like a ton of bricks! She knew exactly what Mr. Cohen wanted her to do! Her heart sank deep into her stomach. Her throat muscles tightened. She found it extremely difficult to speak, nevermind, breathe!

"Larry?" Gina barely managed, before taking a deep breath. "I'm not sure what Mr. Cohen exactly had in mind." She gently placed a hand on his chest, letting two fingers graze his skin just above his buttons. "I, I don't have the cash to pay you." Her fingers deftly undid the button between his muscled pectorals, and grazed downward to the next button. "However, if you like to barter, I can make it worth your while." She had already undone another button and was quickly making her way down to his buckled jeans before she looked up into his eyes for a sign of approval.

Seeing no resistance, Gina zeroed in on the buckle with bith hands and quickly removed the obstacle. She popped the button on the jeans and quickly slid the zipper down, letting Larry's tool breathe a little. She moved in close and kissed Larry's hairless chest and slowly sank down to her knees, kissing his flesh as she dropped, coming face to face with the bulge in his black briefs.

Gina grabbed the jeans at his hips and pulled downward, clinging onto the briefs also. Larry's cock sprang into freedom, bouncing gloriously in front of Gina's face. Gina grabbed the bouncing pole and kissed the pre-cum from the head. He was smaller than Mr. Cohen, but still very well endowed. She opened her mouth and slid the head past her lips and swirled her tongue around the musky pole. She could feel the thick vein running along the underside as she began bobbing up and down on the shaft.

Gina quickly got into a rhythm of stroking his cock with her hands while swallowing the shaft deep into her throat. She knew Larry was close to exploding when he grabbed her hair and began thrusting more forcefully into her face. "Mmmmph," was all Gina could mutter as her nose slammed into his groin. She reached around and grabbed Larry's ass and pulled him into her and held him there, fully in her mouth, until he began pulsing, and exploded his hot jets of thick, salty seed down her throat. Gina eagerly swallowed the first load, and gulped down the remaining loads as he finished his torrent explosion. Gina continued suckling on the shaft till he went limp within her mouth.

"God that was great," Larry exhuberantly cried out. He looked down to see Gina's lovely face outlined by her beautiful mane of hair, and a ever slight smile creeping across her lips. He stepped away, pulled up his pants, and said he'd better be going. He had other appointments for the day.

Thinking quickly, Gina jumped to her feet. "Larry?" She stopped him before he made it to the door. "While you're here, could you just fix that leaky faucet in the kitchen? It drives me crazy at night!"

Larry looked into the kitchen from where he stood. He scratched at his chin. Gina looked at him with the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster, trying to gain his sympathy. "I'm sorry! I've got to get going! Besides, I'm not allowed to work on anything around here without Mr. Cohen's approval. Why don't you take it up with him?"

With that said, Gina watched as the muscular hunk turned and walked out the door.