new short story... so read it!
so i wrote another short story and here it is, posted. it's 3 pages in word, just to warn you, but i still want people to read it. there are some questions included for curiosities sake. so yeah, read away... please!
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Another day and another repair. The dishwasher’s broken, or the washer or the fridge or the fucking TV. What do I look like, a god damned TV specialist to you? I get calls from all over the place, most times its people wanting me to come fix some shit that “broke down”.
Do I look dumb to you? I mean, I fix this shit, you would imagine that they might think that I could tell what really happened to it. But most people aren’t really willing to tell you that the reason the dryer’s broken is because she sat her fat ass on top of it to get herself off. Or that the coolant in the fridge was dislodged when he pushed her against it when she screwed up the dinner.
No, I can tell the difference between a washer breaking or being strained because two people were fucking on top of it. I’m no dummy. Like last month I went to this place to look at this dryer right. Well, I could tell right away that this guy and his wife had been fucking on top of it. it was clean, like bleached clean. No one has a dryer that fucking clean. Least not that clean with the scratches on the back of it like it was being hit against the damn wall. So people are so fucked up they don’t realize that people can tell they’re fucked up.
And then there’s the calls where I don’t fix shit. Just yesterday I was over at this place right, hot bitch, never seen tits so big. I don’t get why women like the repairmen, but I don’t fucking complain. If it weren’t for this god damned job I wouldn’t get shit for ass.
So anyways, she’s in her bathrobe, you know the washers fucked up so she ain’t got no clothes to wear. Sure. Well, so I take a look at it, tell her it’s fine, she prolly just overworked it the other day and tell her I’ll be leaving. Women jump on your cock when they want to, I’ll tell you. I couldn’t help myself, I never can really. So yeah, I fucked the broad and told her I had to go. She said she’d call if it started actin’ up again and I said “ok” and I left.
Just last week though, I was over at this ritzy guys place, his dishwasher wasn’t cleaning anything. I think “well duh dip-shit, you ain’t s’posed to clean your fucking bongs in it”, but nobody ever fucking listens to me, nah, cuz I’m just Mr. Fixit. Well, I figured this fucker had enough money, you shoulda seen his kitchen. Marble counters, slate floors, fuckin’ stainless steal appliances and the works. And there it was, a couple of bucks sittin’ on the table. So I took a few, you know, a service charge and all. Besides, the maid was walking around cleaning, so I figured it was safe, so what the hell, you know?
I mean, I don’t it often, that would be fuckin’ sleazy. Sleazier then slammin’ other guys wives I suppose even. Seriously, I only did it like twice… maybe three times. Only at places that can afford it though. You know, “steal from the rich” and all. Sure, I ain’t poor, but it’s not like a I can’t use the god damned money and all.
Besides, if my sleaziness is gonna be judged by what I do the most, I defiantly fuck more house wives than I steal. But hey they want it; I ain’t never done that shit with them unwilling. I mean hell, their fucking willingness makes it that much better, you know? You know, think about it, they’re way better when they’re wet, right?
I’ll never forget the place down on the boulevard, this women is always having shit break down on her. I’m sure all of her friends think she’s a serious klutz, but I’ll tell you she ain’t no klutz when my dick’s in her hand. That chick know’s how to handle herself and she sure as hell knows how to handle me. She’s one of them lonely house wives with nothin’ to do. Her husband works a nice job in the city, office in a big building with the secretary and all. So she figures if she’s gonna have so much time on her hands, she may as well use her hands for something useful.
So she breaks some of own shit, the toaster, the washer, the dryer… the list goes on and on. Well, her husband wants to make sure she’s happy so she don’t suspect his banging Bridget, or whatever the fuck she said his secretary’s name is, so he calls up Mr. Fixit.
But so anyways, she was pretty bad the last time I saw her. Her hubby had decided to stay late the night before, and she swears that if he wants to fuck her anytime soon someone’s gonna havta do it first. I love domestic disturbances. They make a bland life just that much better, you know?
As I’m walkin’ up to the door I can hear her now smashin’ somethin’ for me to fix for her. By the sounds of it, she’s takin’ a screwdriver to the inside of her fridge or somethin’. So I walk in, and she throw’s the fuckin’ thing away and tells me the cat musta crawled into the fridge and ripped out the wires. Like I don’t know she ain’t got a cat.
So I get my tool box and some wires and start to repair the damage. An hour later and she’s got her workin’ fridge again, all the while she’s yackin’ on and on about Bridget and how she’s a slut and all. I nod and agree with her while she holds herself inches from tears and then I’m done. I get up and bring my tools back to my van, go back inside to get paid and wash my hands and she offers me a drink.
Well, I can’t refuse a hot broad like her so I agree. She makes up some lemon-aide, her tight little ass shaking while she’s stirring and I’m stirring while she’s shaking if you know what I mean. So she sits down and hands me a glass and I say “thanks” you know, cuz I ain’t no jerk. So I sip at it, and she commences the small talk. I’m so used to this shit that I already know all the answers before she even asks ‘em. So here she is asking about how I like the job, or how I’m enjoying the weather or some shit like that.
All the while my eyes are on her huge tits, that gorgeous cleavage swaying while she talks. Her red lips moving up and down, but not the up and down motion I want. Her gorgeous face with her sexy hair. And then back to her boobs. This is when she throws me my curveball. It’s always different, and always at a different time. That’s why I love this fuckin’ broad, she’s so clever in how she delivers it. I mean, sex is nice, but when you keep it spiced up a bit, it’s way better. I suppose she’s had time to think about it what with her husband slamming his secretary.
Right now I’m staring at her tits and she says to me, “so Cal, do you like it?”
And I’m like “yeah, it’s good lemonade.”
And she says, “No, I mean my new bra. I got it special for him… but, well, you know…” and then she got up and took her shirt off, and there were her amazing tits wrapped in this sexy as lace bra. “Is it nice? I just bought it. it was pretty expensive to, what with the lace and all. Do want to feel, I mean, I’m sure you’ve never felt quality lace, have you?” she always loves to make me out to be the dumb Fixit guy. And I don’t mind, you know. Least, not with tits as nice as hers.
So I feel ‘em. They’re so firm and perky, even under all that lace. She must’ve gotten a hell of a doctor for this job. All I’ve got is eyes for those, and how good me dick’ll feel in between them, but she’s starin’ at me. She’s lookin’ down at me and says, “I got a matching thong too… it wasn’t cheap either. You wouldn’t happen to want to see, now would you?” and I look up into her gorgeous eyes and nod. So she shimmies her skirt down and there is her sexy as with one small strip of fabric goin’ down between each sexy cheek. “You can touch you know. I didn’t spend all that money just for you to gawk at me. I want some interaction here.” And then she gives me that look, and I go right to her and start to grab her ass. Then I feel her tits again and start rubbin’ myself up against her, and she says, “now what’s that? I thought you were just looking.”
This is probably my favorite part, cuz she turns around and grabs my head so were kissing real deep like, all the while she’s carefully unzipping my pants to get to my cock and before I know what’s goin’ on she’s on the floor sucking me off and I can barely stand. She only stops long enough to ask if I like it, to which I can only nod, and she keeps goin’.
She whips out a condom from god knows where, and puts it on me and then stands up and starts kissin’ me again and then whispers “take it off of me.” I can only oblige you know. So I the bra off of her, and then the thong, and she says to lay down. There on the ground in her kitchen, she climbs on top of me and starts to fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.
This chick’s wet too, and I mean real wet. She grinding and sliding and straddling me in all the ways I never knew I could be, and all the while I’ve got her tits between my hands, gropin’ them like god knows what. It’s all that much better cuz she’s up there moaning so loud I’m afraid the neighbors can hear her.
She’s goin’ and goin’, getting me closer and closer to blowin’ my load. I’m close, so close… and then the world flips on its side as I watch the door open. His face… his face will prolly always haunt me. The way he looked seeing her up there on me, doin’ me in ways she never did him. the thing though, the thing that made it worse is that she don’t even notice him… she keep s goin’ and I can’t stop her, I can’t even speak. So he’s just atchin’ her go, watchin’ me cum inside of his wife, and he just turns around and closes the door.
She looks back at the door, then back at me in horror. “Oh no…” she gasps and gets up to put her clothes back on. “Put that away. Now!” and she’s off out the door. I can hear them screamin’s through the door. “What the fuck are you doing home so early, I figured you still be fucking Bridget by now!” and he returns with “what do you mean?! I’ve never had sex with Bridget, she’s married for Christ’s sakes!”
I get up and gather myself a little bit, preparing to leave as she’s screaming at him. “Like hell you never fucked her! Why else would you be staying all those late nights then?!” I can see his face through the window as he replies back to her. “I’m out late sealing deals so that you can live a good life… a life you use apparently fucking the repairman!”
I try to open the door as quietly as possible, I can’t say it’s particularly successful. But I walk to my van, the two of them glaring at me in silence. I get back into my van, turn the key and drive off. It’s sorta weird, you know. I always fix things, that’s what I do. It’s just that bein’ Mr. Fixit, I never really thought of how broken I always left things.
Ok, so without looking at anyone else’s comments (if there are any… no good ingrates…) I would like you to tell me what color her hair is, her eyes, her clothing… think hard and don’t look at the story for help… thanks.