The Plumbers Unclogged More Than Her Sink

The door opened with an impatience it did not bother to conceal. Mariana looked them up and down, from the heavy work boots stained with grime to the weathered hands, like someone inspecting something she would rather not touch. Two plumbers in her immaculate hallway were a crack in the perfect order of her morning.

—The problem is in the kitchen —she said, sharply, without introducing herself or asking their names—. The sink. And watch the walls, I’ve just painted them.

The older one, a broad-shouldered man named Aníbal, nodded with a calm that struck her as almost insolent.

—Relax, ma’am. We know how to do our job.

The other, Damián, younger and quick with a smile, winked at his partner as soon as she turned her back on them.

—Another one who thinks sweat dirties status —he muttered under his breath as they moved down the hallway—. They’re all the same.

Aníbal smiled without raising his voice.

—Take it easy, kid. With women like this, the pipe that gets clogged most often is never the sink pipe. They always end up with their mouths full and their asses up in the air.

The damage was minor: stagnant water that would not quite drain away. Mariana stood with her arms crossed, watching them as if they were about to steal her silverware. Half an hour and I’ll throw them out, she thought.

—You don’t have much time —she warned them—. I have an important meeting at three.

They worked in silence, with an efficiency she refused to acknowledge out loud. Twenty minutes later the water swirled and disappeared down the drain with a clean gurgle.

—Done. Unclogged —Aníbal announced, straightening up and wiping his hands.

—Perfect. You can go now —said Mariana, indicating the exit with a curt gesture.

—Wait a second —Damián interjected, not moving—. To make sure the job’s good, we should test it with a proper flow. Could you help us wash those dishes there? It’s the safest way to confirm the flow’s working right.

She looked at him as if he’d asked her to rip out the pipework with her teeth.

—Wash dishes? Are you kidding? I don’t wash dishes. I have someone for that.

Aníbal stepped forward, not touching her, filling the space with nothing but his presence.

—It’s a technical test, ma’am. If the pipe clogs again tomorrow, we’ll have to open up the whole system and it’ll cost you triple. We wash these dishes, the three of us, everyone’s calm, and we leave. Your call.

Her pride slammed headfirst into the amount on a bill. She exhaled through her nose, defeated.

—Fine. But quickly.

—Not too quickly —said Damián, opening a drawer with a familiarity that unsettled her. He took out a linen apron, white, spotless—. Don’t ruin that expensive blouse. Put this on.

She glared at him, but the threat to her budget broke her down. She tied the apron with clumsy fingers, feeling ridiculous and, for some reason she did not want to examine, watched.

—And the gloves —added Aníbal, handing her a pair of yellow rubber gloves—. So your hands don’t get damaged.

Rigid with humiliation, Mariana slipped them on. When she started soaping the first plate, she felt the man move in behind her. His breath brushed the back of her neck.

—That’s it. In your element, ma’am.

—I don’t know what you’re talking about —she replied, eyes fixed on the water.

—Of course you do —said Damián, taking up position at her side, cornering her gently against the sink edge—. A woman so ordered, so in control of everything… deep down, what she needs is for someone to tell her what to do. To bring her down a peg. To treat her like the little slut she’s got inside her.

Aníbal rested a hand on her waist, over the apron, unhurried, giving her time to step away. Mariana did not step away. Her heart hammered in her chest and fear mixed with something warm and shameful growing lower down, between her legs, wetting her panties without permission.

—Feel how we really unclog the pipe? —he murmured in her ear, while his hand slid down to squeeze her ass over the dress—. Feel how everything starts flowing the way it should?

—Leave me alone —she whispered. But the word came out without conviction, almost like a question.

—Leave you alone? —Damián laughed—. We’ve barely started testing the full service. Keep washing.

Aníbal’s hand slowly hiked up the hem of her dress and stroked her bare thigh. His rough, callused fingers climbed centimeter by centimeter until they brushed the damp fabric of her panties. Mariana bit her lip to keep from moaning. Damián, on the other side, reached around in front and squeezed one breast over the apron, searching for her nipple until he found it hard and betraying.

—Look at that, Aníbal —murmured Damián—. It’s harder than a pipe. The lady acts refined and she’s got a soaked bra.

—Shut up —panted Mariana, her hands still in the suds.

—We’re not shutting up, ma’am —Aníbal replied, hooking her panties aside with two fingers and driving them into her cunt in one thrust—. You’re the one who shuts up and works. We do the rest.

She let out a long, broken moan, and the plate slipped from her gloved hands. Aníbal’s thick fingers worked her open from inside, in and out with a wet slapping sound that mixed with the sink water. Damián yanked the top of her dress down, pulled her bra to her waist, and crouched to suck one breast, nibbling her nipple until it made her arch.

—Wash —he ordered, not taking her nipple out of his mouth—. Keep washing, servant.

Mariana obeyed, trembling, grabbing another plate with hands that barely responded. Aníbal kept fingering her, now with three fingers, twisting inside until he found a spot that made her cry out against the sponge.

—Hear how she’s leaking —he said, showing the glossy hand to Damián over her shoulder—. She’s a fountain. This lady’s pipes have been clogged for a while.

Damián straightened, unzipped his pants, and pulled out a thick cock, already hard, the tip shining. He held it in front of Mariana’s mouth.

—Open up, ma’am. Taste a worker.

She looked at him, eyes glazed, mouth parted. She was going to protest, but Aníbal curved his fingers inside and tore another moan from her, and in that moan the head of Damián’s cock slipped between her lips. He held her by the hair with one hand and started moving slowly, pushing his cock to the back of her throat, pulling it out when she gagged, driving it back in.

—That’s it, ma’am. Suck it good. Show me you can do more than give orders.

Mariana sucked with her eyes closed, saliva hanging from her chin, while Aníbal kept fingering her from behind. She heard the sound of the other plumber’s belt opening behind her, and then the rustle of heavy fabric hitting the floor.

***

Aníbal lifted the skirt of her dress with one hand and slid it aside, yanking her panties off at the seam with a sharp pull. Mariana let out a moan and a plate sank into the water with a splash. Damián took her gloved hands and forced her to keep scrubbing, as if the ritual of submission depended on her not stopping.

—Don’t stop. Keep working —Aníbal ordered, while he ran the head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, looking for her entrance.

When he penetrated her, he did it in one thrust, all the way in, with a slow, deep motion that left her breathless. Mariana opened her mouth in a silent scream, her throat still full of Damián’s cock.

—Damn, look how tight she is —Aníbal growled, grabbing her hips with both hands—. She’s hot inside. And nice and wet. Seems nobody had opened her main pipe in a long time.

She clung to the cold steel of the sink. The world shrank to four things: the metal against her hips, the cock sinking to the hilt into her from behind, the other one in and out of her mouth in front, and the warm soapy water climbing over her wrists. Each of Aníbal’s thrusts pushed her forward, forcing her hands deeper into the basin and her throat down onto Damián’s cock.

—Do you like it? —Aníbal growled in her ear, fucking her harder and harder, in a brutal rhythm that shook her tits under the apron—. Do you like being brought down like this? Full on both ends?

Damián pulled his cock out of her mouth so she could answer. A string of saliva hung from her lip to the head.

—Yes… —escaped her, half protest, half surrender.

—Yes, what? —Damián demanded, giving her cheek a soft slap with his cock—. Say what it is. Say what you feel.

—That I like it —she panted, lost in a tide she did not want to stop—. That I feel… used. That I feel like a slut. And I like it. I like being fucked like this, like some ordinary maid.

—That’s the word —Aníbal laughed, grabbing her hair from behind and arching her toward him so he could drive in to the root—. Slut. Service slut. Say it again.

—I’m a slut —she repeated, her voice wrecked—. I’m your slut. Fuck me. Fuck me harder.

Damián grabbed her jaw and shoved his cock back down her throat, deeper this time, until it made her tear up. The kitchen filled with the sticky sound of double penetration: the slap of Mariana’s cunt impaled on Aníbal’s cock, the gurgle of her mouth choking on Damián’s, and beneath it the sink water overflowing over the edges.

—Come on, let’s turn the lady around —said Aníbal, yanking out and leaving her empty for a second.

Between them they turned her and set her on the counter, ass on the edge and legs spread. The white apron, soaked, clung to her naked tits. Damián lifted her legs to his shoulders and drove in from the front, sinking in with a single shove.

—Aaah, you son of a bitch —she moaned, throwing her head back.

—Shut up and suck —said Aníbal, stepping up at her side and putting his cock in her mouth, the same one that had just been inside her. Mariana licked it without thinking, tasting herself, the mix of her juices and the man’s sweat, while Damián fucked her from the front with faster and faster thrusts.

—Look at that ass —said Damián, grabbing her butt cheeks—. The way it moves. Not so lady now, not at all. She’s a mare.

He bit one breast, leaving the mark of his teeth in her pale skin, and she screamed, screamed for real, with an orgasm that hit her from the feet up and shook her whole body. She writhed on the counter, clenching around Damián’s cock in spasms, while still sucking the tip of Aníbal’s, swallowing whatever came into her mouth.

—The lady came —laughed Aníbal—. Finished real quick. You should see how her pussy moves.

—Now it’s our turn —Damián replied, gripping her waist and pounding her harder, making the countertop tremble. His load came from deep inside in thick, hot bursts that filled her cunt and spilled down her thighs.

When Damián finished inside her with a low grunt, Mariana felt the heat invade her and stayed folded over the counter, trembling. But it was not the end. Aníbal yanked her down, turned her, and set her back with her spine against the sink. He settled behind her and rested the tip at her ass.

—We haven’t tested that pipe yet, ma’am.

—No, not there… —she panted, but he was already pushing, and the cock, well lubricated by her pussy, forced its way to the bottom of her ass. Mariana screamed, biting down on her gloved hand, while Damián gathered the cum dripping down her thighs with two fingers and made her suck them clean.

—Swallow, ma’am. Swallow it all.

Aníbal fucked her ass with short, tight thrusts while tugging at her nipples with both hands. She came again, bent over the sink, in moans she no longer even tried to hide. When he finished, he did it inside, the very last spurt, and then pulled out slowly, leaving all his semen inside her.

Mariana was left empty and whole at the same time. Damián adjusted the stained apron with a slap to her hip. A white trail ran down her leg.

—Good work, ma’am. The pipes are perfect. Both of them.

They straightened their clothes as if nothing had happened. Before leaving, Damián left the apron on the counter.

—Thanks for the help. We’ll send the bill later this week.

The door shut. Mariana was left alone in her perfect kitchen, with the sink full of clean dishes, her ass and cunt leaking, and her body full of proof that the pipes truly unclogged that afternoon were not the ones in the plumbing.

***

The front door opened again around noon, earlier than expected. It was Esteban, her husband, back from work.

—Mari, are you there? I called your cell and you didn’t answer.

She appeared in the living room doorway and he stopped dead. His wife, always immaculate, was disheveled, her dress wrinkled, with a look he had never seen on her before: exhaustion, shame, and a wild gleam, all at once.

—What happened? Are you okay? —Esteban asked, stepping closer.

She didn’t answer right away. She took his hand and led him to the kitchen, like someone guiding another person through a forbidden place. The air smelled of sex, semen, and citrus disinfectant. On the counter, the linen apron that had been white showed sticky streaks shining under the light.

—What is this, Mariana? —he asked, confusion curdling into something darker.

She moved closer, her voice turned into a rough whisper.

—The plumbers came, love. To unclog a pipe. —She pointed at the sink—. And they unclogged it. Very well. But it wasn’t the only one.

She stood in front of him, very close.

—At first I treated them like what they were to me: two dirty workers. And they treated me like what they thought I was: a snobbish lady. They didn’t like that.

Esteban swallowed. A strange heat climbed his chest, a mix of dread and something else he did not dare name.

—They made me put this on —she said, touching the apron with the tip of her finger—. And the gloves. They ordered me to wash the dishes. I refused, Esteban. I swear I said, “I don’t wash dishes.” But they insisted.

Her breathing quickened as she remembered.

—One of them held me from behind, against the sink. He put his fingers in my cunt while he pushed me against the steel, making me keep scrubbing. And he whispered in my ear: “Feel how the pipe’s unclogging, ma’am?” My hands were in the suds, Esteban, and the guy was opening me up from inside with three fingers. And the other one, the younger one, pulled my tits out over the apron and sucked them while the first one finger-fucked me.

Esteban’s eyes never left the stained apron. His wife, his perfect Mariana, was describing in detail how other men had had her. And the worst, or the best, was what that was awakening in him.

—Then he fucked me, love —she went on, merciless, holding his gaze—. He drove it into my cunt in one thrust, all the way in, while the other one put his cock in my mouth. They fucked me both at once, one from behind and one in front. And I sucked, Esteban. I sucked like my life depended on it.

She stroked his face with the hand that still smelled of others.

—They sat me on the counter. Right here, where we have breakfast. And they spread my legs and fucked me between the two of them. They made me come twice. And then the big one turned me around and put his cock in my ass, love. In my ass. And I said yes. I said more. I said please.

—Mariana… —murmured Esteban, his voice smothered.

—They left their mark on me, love —she continued, her voice loaded with a depravity that paralyzed him—. Inside and out. They both came inside. One in my cunt and the other in my ass. I still have it inside me, Esteban. It’s still leaking out of me. And while they did it, they laughed in my face and called me their servant. Their little service slut.

She leaned in toward his ear.

—You know what the strongest part was? While it was happening, I wasn’t thinking about you. I was thinking about them. About how they used me. About how complete I felt. With two cocks inside me, love. Two. And with just yours, you never filled me like that.

She lifted the apron from the counter with deliberate slowness and brought it up to his face.

—Smell it, Esteban —she ordered, suddenly firm—. Smell what they did in your kitchen, in your house. Smell other men’s semen on your wife’s apron.

He obeyed. He inhaled her perfume mixed with other men’s, the unmistakable smell of another man’s load drying on linen, and felt his own body betray him, hardening against the fabric of his pants with a need that both shamed and ignited him. He was a cuckold. And never in his life had he been so aroused.

Mariana smiled when she noticed the bulge in his pants.

—Don’t worry. There’s more.

She lifted her dress a little, spread her legs, and shoved two fingers deep into her cunt. She pulled them out dripping with thick white semen that hung between her fingers in heavy threads. She brought them to his lips.

—Taste it. Taste what they left in the woman who’s yours. Taste the load of the men who fucked you out of her.

Esteban, breathing raggedly and eyes fixed on her, opened his mouth and licked her fingers. He sucked slowly, savoring the salty, acidic taste of another man’s semen mixed with his wife’s slick. It burst on his tongue. It was real. It was humiliating. It was the most erotic thing he had ever done in his life.

She pushed her fingers deeper into his mouth, forcing him to suck them to the knuckle.

—That’s it, my love. Swallow. Swallow what other men left inside your woman.

Esteban swallowed, tears in his eyes and his cock threatening to burst through his pants.

She laughed, a low, triumphant sound.

—So you like it, huh, my love? You like knowing your wife was treated like a servant, and that now she’s coming back to you marked by other men. Marked inside. Full of the cum of two plumbers.

***

Esteban knelt before her on the cold tiles. There was no anger on his face, only absolute surrender and a ravenous desire he no longer tried to hide.

—You’re right —he murmured, voice breaking—. They opened that pipe right up. Too well for me to be able to fix it alone.

He lifted his gaze to her, and she watched from above with a newly discovered smile of power. She hiked up her dress and showed him her reddened, swollen cunt, still spilling white streaks down her thigh.

—Look how they left me, Esteban. Look carefully.

He looked. And without being asked, he leaned in and ran his tongue along her thigh, gathering the trail of semen sliding down. Then he went up, slowly, until he buried his mouth in her cunt, licking the other men’s load straight from inside her. Mariana grabbed his head with both hands and pressed him to her sex, rocking her hips.

—That’s it, servant. Clean me well. Clean what they left inside me.

Esteban licked, sucked, swallowed, with a devotion he had never shown her in bed. She came again, in his mouth, a short, sharp orgasm that made her tremble against the counter.

When she pulled him away, his face was soaked and his eyes were shining.

—I’m not really your husband anymore, am I? —he said, accepting the role—. I’m the servant husband. The one who stays in his corner while real men use you. The one who cleans your cunt afterward.

Mariana ran her fingers through his hair, a caress that was more command than affection.

—Exactly. You’re my servant husband. And a servant obeys.

—Yes, ma’am —he replied, his voice taking on a strange firmness—. That’s why I’m asking you for something.

—Ask, cuckold. But know exactly what you’re asking for.

—Call them —he begged, his face pressed to her thigh, still tasting another man in his mouth—. Call the plumbers. Now. I want to see it. I want to be sitting in that corner and watch them open your pipe up again, right in front of me. I want to see you serve them. See you suck their cocks. See them fuck you both at once. Hear them call you what they called you.

The request hung in the air, a declaration of his own surrender. Mariana let out a low, victorious laugh. It was the power she had longed for without knowing she desired it.

—You really want to see me get dirty again? Sit there with that thing hard, while they shove it in me to the hilt through the cunt and the ass and leave me ready for you to clean me afterward with your tongue?

—Yes, please —pleaded Esteban—. I want to witness it. I want to see my wife become their servant again. I want to see them come inside you and then clean you myself, with my mouth, every last drop.

She rose with a new grace and went to get the phone. As she checked the latest calls, she spoke to him without taking her eyes off him, still on his knees.

—Very well, my cuckold. You’ll have the best seat in the house. But there’s one rule: no touching yourself. You only watch. You learn. And you get ready for when they leave, because you’re going to be the one picking up the broken pieces of my pride. And the one licking my cunt full of cum.

She found the number and dialed, on speaker. Esteban heard every ring with his heart in his throat.

—Hello? —said a hoarse voice on the other end. It was Aníbal.

—Aníbal, it’s Mariana. The lady from the sink.

There was a pause and a laugh.

—Mrs. Mariana. Did something get clogged again?

—No, no. The pipes work perfectly —she said, pacing the kitchen while her husband followed her with his eyes—. Both of them. In fact, they work so well that my husband wants to see the job. He wants a demonstration. Live.

Another laugh, this time with two voices.

—Really? The boss wants to watch us fuck his wife?

—That’s right. He wants to see how you treat a servant. How you put the apron and gloves on me. How you fuck me between the two of you, front and back. And how you leave me, again, dripping, ready for him to clean me.

Esteban groaned, unable to hold it in.

—Did you hear that, Damián? —said Aníbal—. Looks like we’ve got a show. The little husband wants to watch his lady swallow another man’s load. When do you want us, ma’am?

—Now —replied Mariana, before hanging up—. Come right away. The stage is set and so is the servant. And bring an appetite, because there’s a lot of pipe to unclog.

She hung up and looked at her husband, kneeling and trembling.

—They’re on their way. Get ready, Esteban. Get ready to watch your wife turned into other men’s work. And remember: you’re the first one who cleans her when they leave.

***