Erotic Stories: Maddie's Double Pipe Service - Front and Backdoor Cleaning
- Nov 13
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Maddie knocked on my door, her face flushed and her usually neat ponytail a bit disheveled. "Hey," she said, biting her lip, "I’m in a bit of a bind. My pipes are completely blocked, and I can’t seem to fix it. Could you take a look?"
I smirked, already knowing where this was headed. "Sure thing, Maddie. Let’s see what’s going on."
Her kitchen was a mess, water pooling around the sink, and the stench of rotten food hung heavy in the air. I knelt down to inspect the pipes, my hands brushing against the cold metal. “Hmm, this is pretty bad,” I muttered, more for effect than anything. “I’ll need to lie down to get a better look.”
I stretched out on the floor, my head propped up on my elbow, and Maddie stood above me, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal a hint of lace. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly.
“I think it’s worse than I thought,” I replied, my eyes locking onto hers. “But I’ve got an idea. Maybe you could help me… clean the pipes.”
Her eyes widened, and a mischievous smile spread across her face. She didn’t hesitate. Maddie straddled me, her knees pressing into the floor on either side of my hips, her skirt hiked up to her waist. Her panties were already damp, and I could see the glistening wetness between her thighs.
“You’re right,” she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. “These pipes need a thorough cleaning.”
She ground her hips against me, her clit pressing into my hardness through my jeans. I groaned, my hands sliding up her thighs, gripping her ass as she moved. “That’s it, Maddie,” I growled. “Clean those pipes good.”
She moaned, her head falling back as she rode me, her hips moving in slow, deliberate circles. Her pussy was dripping, her juices soaking through my jeans, and I could feel her heat building. “Oh God,” she panted, “I’ve been so blocked lately. I need this so bad.”
I reached up, pulling her down for a bruising kiss, our tongues tangling as she continued to grind against me. Her nipples were hard, pressing against her tight shirt, and I tugged the fabric down, exposing her breasts. I sucked one into my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue, and she cried out, her hips snapping against me.
“Fuck, Maddie,” I muttered against her skin, “you’re so wet. These pipes are a mess.”
She laughed, a breathless, desperate sound. “Then fix them,” she demanded, her voice thick with need. “Fix them now.”
I hooked my fingers into her panties, tearing them off and tossing them aside. Her pussy was right there, glistening and swollen, and I couldn’t resist. I dipped my fingers into her, spreading her wetness around her lips before pushing two inside. She gasped, her hips bucking as I curled my fingers, hitting her G-spot.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “that’s it. Clean me out.”
I pulled my fingers free, slick with her juices, and pressed my jeans-covered hardness against her entrance. She rocked against me, teasing herself, her eyes wild with desire. “Take them off,” she commanded. “I need to feel you.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I kicked off my shoes, shoved my jeans down my legs, and freed my aching cock. Maddie’s eyes darkened as she took it in, her lips parting in anticipation.
“That’s what I need,” she whispered, reaching down to stroke me. “That’s going to clean me out perfectly.”
She lined me up with her entrance, her pussy quivering as she lowered herself onto me. I groaned as she took me inch by inch, her walls gripping me tightly. She was so fucking wet, so tight, and I could feel her heat enveloping me.
“Ride me, Maddie,” I growled, my hands gripping her hips. “Clean those pipes like you’ve never cleaned them before.”
She obeyed, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her moans filled the kitchen, echoing off the walls, and I could feel her pussy clenching around me, milking me for every drop.
“Oh fuck,” she panted, her forehead pressing against mine, “I’m so close. You’re fixing me.”
“Not yet,” I snarled, flipping her onto her back and slamming into her with relentless force. “I’m not done cleaning.”
Her eyes rolled back as I pounded into her, her legs wrapping around my waist, her heels digging into my back. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, and the scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
“Harder,” she begged, her voice raw. “Fuck me harder. Make me come.”
I gave her what she wanted, driving into her with everything I had. Her pussy was a vise, squeezing me, and I could feel her orgasm building, her walls fluttering around me.
“That’s it, Maddie,” I growled, my balls tightening. “Take it. Take my cock.”
She screamed as she came, her body shaking, her pussy convulsing around me. I followed, my orgasm ripping through me, my cum shooting deep inside her.
We lay there, breathless, my cock still buried in her, as the aftermath of our fuck settled around us.
“Well,” she said, a satisfied smile on her face, “I think the pipes are clean now.”
I smirked, pulling out and watching her juices drip down my shaft. “Yeah,” I replied, “but I think we’ll need to do a few more inspections just to be sure.”
She laughed, a wicked glint in her eye. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Maddie's breath was still ragged as she pushed herself up on her elbows, her chest heaving. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of satisfaction and mischief. "You know," she purred, running a finger along my chest, "there’s another pipe that’s been clogged. A backdoor issue, if you catch my drift."
I smirked, my heart racing with anticipation. "Oh yeah? And what makes you think I’m the plumber for that job?"
She rolled her hips, her pussy still glistening with our combined juices, and winked. "Because I’ve heard you’re the best in the business. And I need a thorough cleaning."
I didn’t need any more convincing. I flipped her onto her hands and knees, her ass perfectly presented to me. Her skin was flushed, her thighs trembling from our earlier fuck, and her asshole was a tight, pink pucker begging for attention.
"You’re sure about this?" I asked, my voice low and rough. "Backdoor cleaning isn’t for the faint of heart."
She looked over her shoulder, her lips curled in a devilish grin. "I’m sure. Just… take it slow. It’s been a while."
I traced a finger down her spine, lingering at the small of her back before circling her asshole. She shivered, her breath hitching as I teased her, dipping just the tip of my finger inside. Her walls were tight, clenching around me, and I could feel her tension.
"Relax for me, Maddie," I murmured, leaning down to kiss the back of her neck. "Let me clean you out."
She nodded, her forehead resting on the floor, and I pressed a second finger inside, stretching her slowly. Her moans were muffled, her body quivering as I prepared her. I slicked my cock with her juices, stroking it as I watched my fingers disappear into her tight hole.
"Ready?" I asked, my voice laced with hunger.
"Do it," she gasped, her voice desperate. "Clean me out."
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her asshole. She whimpered, her body tense, and I whispered, "Breathe for me, Maddie. Let me in."
She took a deep breath, and I thrust forward, inch by inch, her tight ring resisting before giving way. She cried out, her nails digging into the floor, but I didn’t stop. I pushed deeper, her ass swallowing me whole, until my balls slapped against her clit.
"Fuck," she moaned, her voice raw. "It’s been so long. You’re so big."
I held still, letting her adjust, my cock throbbing inside her. Her asshole was like a vice, gripping me tighter than her pussy ever could. I pulled out slowly, then slammed back in, her body jolting with each thrust.
"That’s it," I growled, my hands gripping her hips. "Take my cock. Let me clean you out."
She moaned, her head thrown back, her hair wild. "Harder," she begged. "Fuck me harder. I need it."
I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her with relentless force. Her ass was a perfect fit, her hole stretching around me, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. Her pussy was dripping, her clit swollen, and I could feel her orgasm building again.
"Oh fuck," she panted, her voice trembling. "I’m close. Make me come."
"Not yet," I snarled, reaching under to stroke her clit. "Come on my cock, Maddie. Let me feel you squeeze me."
Her body shook, her asshole clenching around me as she screamed, her orgasm tearing through her. I followed, my balls tightening, my cum shooting deep into her backdoor.
"Fuck," I groaned, my voice hoarse. "You’re so tight. So fucking perfect."
She collapsed onto her stomach, her body limp, my cock still buried in her ass. I pulled out slowly, watching her asshole stretch and close around me, her juices dripping down my shaft.
"Well," she said, her voice breathless, "I think both pipes are clean now."
I smirked, collapsing beside her, my chest heaving. "For now," I replied, tracing a finger along her spine. "But I have a feeling these pipes are going to need regular maintenance."
She turned her head, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "I’ll be sure to call you for every inspection."
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