เผโงโห. Simon Riley as a plumber
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ษดษช, dubcon, noncon, Simon Riley having his way with reader, pussy spanking
๐ Simon Riley, in your lovely old neighbour, Mrs Thompson's words was a "sweet little boy" who worked as a plumber. She recommended him to you because of the discussion the two of you had about your recently burst pipe in your kitchen. And having left with no option you decide to call him one afternoon.
He wasn't a "sweet little boy" by no means whatsoever, no he wasn't even a average guy either. He was a very huge manly man that could barely fit through your front door. He wore an intimidating skull balaclava that just left his brown eyes uncovered and his arms tattooed. He spoke in a rough accented voice,
"yer house with the bursted pipe?"
You just stared at the huge mass of a man for a few moments, before blinking as you nodded timidly. He follows you into the house, his heavy dirty boots thudding on the floor of the apartment decorated in soft pink decorations, pastel curtains hanging by the windows giving it a very princess-y look.
You stop in the kitchen and pointed to the sink that had a puddle of water underneath it with rags trying to soak it up.
"Um the.. the water's been leaking since umm about 2 days, I tried stopping it but"
He nodded, kneeling down to get a better look at the pipe. He rolls up his sleeves his tanned, muscular tatted arms being more exposed. His large hand easily wraps around the pipe as he inspects the damage.
"it's bad... the pipes cracked, gonna have to replace the whole section. Might take a few hours... Ya fine with that?"
"Ohโฆ um yeah, I guess it's fine"
After about an hour and half of intense work of replacing the pipes and tightening joints, he finally stands up covered in dirt and sweat. He wipes sweat from his brow with the back of his tatted hand,
"Done. Yer pipes fixed and should be leak-free now."
He stares at you with those cold, unexpressive eyes, taking in your tiny frame compared to his giant one. You wore a tank top and some shorts because of the damn summer heat and he imagines what you might look like without those dumb clothes, with all the dirty things he wants to do to you.
"Ya don't have to worry 'bout it"
"Yer gonna pay with ya body"
His large frame towers over you, your eyes widen as you step back trying to process what you just heard and before you can get away from him he quickly grabs your tiny wrists in his big large one and holds them behind your back. You can feel every dirty inch of him, especially the thick bulge pressing against your stomach.
"W-what are you doing!!? Let me goo!"
You struggle against him but it's no use so you try to scream but he quickly unbuckles his belt with his free hand and replaces his hand with the thick leather, his tatted hand now on your mouth eyes never leaving yours. He can see the fear building rapidly in your eyes,
"Shut up slut, ya don't want old Missus Thompson to know do ya? An' don't ya dare act like the victim. Yer at fault 'cause ya wore this skimpy top and 'ese barely there shorts just to tempt me like a lil whore"
He threw you on the two seater sofa littered with soft plushies and cushions, quickly ripping away your shorts and panties and stuffing the rags of it in your mouth to silence you before you can scream again.
He pushes your legs wide apart despite your struggle and his eyes gleam hungrily underneath the balaclava at the sight of your bare pussy, completely pink, smooth, and fucking wet.
"I knew ya were a whore, why are ya so wet huh? she's practically gushing, is it 'cause of me? 'cause 'm basically raping ya? Hm?"
His calloused hands firmly grip your inner thighs, keeping you spread for his eyes as he looks at your pussy with intense desire.
Simon thumbs your slick folds apart, a gruff chuckle escaping him at the feel of your sticky fluid gushing out. He slaps your pussy hard with his palm, a squelching sound resonating within the room as your hips jerk and a loud gasp muffled by your own panties left your pretty mouth.
"Jeez, look how red yer pussy gets when I smack her. ya like that, huh? Me spanking this tiny pussy?"
He smacks it again and again purely for his entertainment and not at all for your pleasure. While you're distracted trying to get away from his spanks He removes his dirty jeans, not wearing any boxers cause of how much of a nasty dawg he is.
He presses forward slightly, prodding at your entrance with the swollen head of his cock, he slips just the red tip in you as your silky unprotected walls flutter around the painful yet deliciously thick intrusion despite your denial.
"Fuck! What's that birdie? Yer pussy likes my cock in her huh?"
He doesn't give you any time to adjust as he pushes in all of his fat cock at once. Your muffled cries and screams fill the room as he uses you while you try to get away from him, He reaches down to spread your legs wider, opening you up more to his punishing pace.
"Yer being so good f'me, little girl."
Simon grins wickedly at your cries, knowing he's fucking your brains out. He pounds into you faster, hitting your cervix with his thick cock making your eyes burn with tears in pain and pleasure you'd likely not admit.
His disgustingly thick cock stretches you wider with each thrust. He can feel you starting to clench around him, your tiny body trying to adjust to his size. Simon thrusts deepen and his fat tip breaches your fertile womb while your eyes rolled back into your head as you came undone on him. He smirked and looked at you,
"I haven't cum yet whore"
