Another long one at almost 18,000 words. I hope you enjoy it...
A Plumber Cums to Call.
One.
Soho, London, August 1975.
Vince lay on the floor of the kitchen, his head under the sink, a heavy wrench in his hand. He heard the clack of high-heeled shoes on the tiles, then a pair of legs, that went on forever, straddled his prone body.
"Cup of tea, Mr Plumber?" said a seductive voice. "I can see you're getting all hot and sweaty under there."
"I'll have your pipes sorted out in no time," Vince chuckled.
"I've got some other equipment that needs a good flush out too," the leggy blonde said. "Can you help with that?"
Vince clambered to his knees, coming face to face with a tiny pair of denim shorts, wrapped around enticingly curvy hips. The blouse above them was tied just beneath her breasts, showing a deep cleavage, but no bra.
"Where is this equipment," he asked, as the blonde helped him to his feet.
"It's in the bedroom," she simpered, leading him from the room. "Come with me."
"Cut!" yelled the director. "Fuck! Why it is so hot?" Gino Galletto mopped the sweat from his bald head and drained his glass of water. "Let's take five minutes, then do the bedroom scene. Are you ok, Meees Doris?"
Doris smiled at both his concern, and his heavy Italian accent. "I'm fine, Gino. Are the showers working again?"
"Yes, we got a plumber to feeex them... Haha! A plumber," he chortled at his joke. The showers at Backdoor Productions had been broken for over a week, and this was the hottest summer anyone could remember.
Gino passed a glass of water to Vince. "Are you ready, Meester Vince?"
"Yeah. I'll need a little help if we're going straight into the sex scene, though."
"Can we have the fluffer, please?" Gino called.
Vince watched the little redhead walk towards him. She knelt, never meeting his gaze, and unfastened his jeans. His half hard cock looked huge in her small hands.
"Hello," Vince said.
She looked up, her vivid green eyes meeting his for the first time. "Hi."
"You're new," Vince said, as she worked his cock back to some semblance of hardness.
"Mmm-hmm. I started today."
"Where's Meiying?" he asked, then groaned as the girl sunk her mouth over his hardening prick.
She pulled back, leaving a string of saliva trailing from her lips to his cock. "She quit. Now be quiet, I can't talk with my mouth full."
Vince closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation of her lips on his solid erection. She was good, but he was worried about Meiying. She'd said nothing about quitting her job, and they'd been pretty close these last few months. He'd call at her flat on his way home.
"Let's get to work," Gino called.
The redhead released his cock, and gave him a shy smile.
"I'm Vince," he said, "What's your name?"
"Elsie."
"Well thank you, Elsie," Vince smiled as he walked to the bedroom set.
Vince took Doris' hand and glanced at Gino.
"A Plumber Cums to Call, starring Vince Vigour and Doris Desire. And... action!" he called.
"What needs flushing in here?" Vince said. There was seldom a script to learn. Gino just talked them through the plot, and they ad libbed the rest.
"I've got a problem," Doris said, untying the knot in the front of her blouse. Her substantial breasts spilled out, and Vince stuttered.
"W... what are you doing? Your husband might come home at any minute!"
Doris reached out and cupped Vince's crotch. "My husband is abroad, and I need a good stiff rod to clear my pipes out."
Doris pressed her tits into Vince's chest as her arms snaked around his neck. She kissed him, then pulled back to unfasten his shirt buttons.
Vince cupped her voluptuous breasts, teasing the stiffening nipples. "You probably need to lie down if you want to be thoroughly rodded," he said, peeling off her skimpy top, and unbuttoning her shorts.
Doris shimmied out of the scrap of denim, and lay back on the bed. Her long legs splayed out to show her shaved pussy, glistening in the glare of the studio lights.
Vince crawled up between her thighs and caught the first whiff of her scent. "Are you actually turned on?" he whispered.
"Lick my pussy, make me cum," she said for the cameras, then whispered, "You know I love working with you, Vince. Lick me out, and I may not have to act today."
He dropped his mouth to her sweating crotch, running his tongue up her smooth crease. The flavour of horny blonde, mixed with the salty sweat on his tongue, and Doris gasped.
"Clean out my tubes, Mr Plumber-man," she said, "Then you can run your thick rod up my pipework... Ungh!"
"And... cut!" Gino shouted.
"Keep it running, Gino," Doris snapped, "This is real, so get it on film."
"Oh, you two work so well together. Pan round to this side and keep the camera running. Hurry, hurry!"
Doris' hips were straining upwards as Vince's tongue found her clit. She wove her scarlet fingernails into his hair, pulling him into her drooling cunt, as her belly spasmed, and she screamed.
"Yes! YES! Oh, fuck! Cumming!"
Vince stripped off his tee-shirt and jeans, as Doris gasped for breath.
"Keep running?" Gino asked.
Doris nodded. "Let me see how big your tool is, Mr Plumber. Will it fit in here?" she said, spreading her pussy open.
Vince knelt on the creaking mattress, and lined his cock up with her wet slit. Doris moaned as he fed eight inches of hard flesh into her, and placed his hands either side of her head.
"I'll give you the high-pressure treatment, madam. I think you may have a serious blockage in here."
"Fuck me!" Doris squealed. "Ram your tool into me hard."
"Are you ready for me?" Vince panted, sweat pouring down his back under the hot lights.
Doris' eyes rolled back in her head, and she shuddered wildly as Vince's pounding continued.
"And... cut!" Gino called. "Let's set up for the money shot."
"Jesus, Vince. You're on form today," Doris wheezed, climbing to her knees. "Elsie! Come here a minute."
Doris whispered to the young fluffer, and she scurried off, returning with a wet cloth and a bucket. She cleaned Vince's cock, then knelt to suck him again.
"We really must stop meeting like this," Vince chuckled.
"Mmmph!" said Elsie.
"You can stop now," he said, tapping the redhead on the shoulder. "I'm ready."
"Action," Gino said.
Vince jacked his prick as he stood inches from Doris' face. She smiled and opened her mouth, pink tongue tracing red lips. "Come on, Mr Plumber-man. Turn on that hose-pipe."
Vince groaned as cum splashed across Doris' face, dripping from her left eye and cheek. The second blast covered her nose, and the third sprayed directly into her gaping mouth.
"And... cut!"
Doris retched, and waved Elsie over with the bucket, spitting the viscous white liquid out, and grabbing the cloth to wipe her face. "Fuck, I hate that stuff," she muttered.
"Sorry," Vince said.
"Meh! Part of the job. I've tasted worse." She turned to Elsie. "Look in my bag, over there. There's a tin of condensed milk. Bring it for me, will you."
Elsie opened the tin and trickled the thick, sticky syrup onto Doris's upturned face. She poured a good slug into her mouth, then stood back as the camera whirred to life again.
