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Electrician

By: Ashson



I love the way the Climate Change religion generates work for the average tradesman. Take this latest governmental lurk, paying to have halogen ceiling lights replaced with equivalent LED lights. Not only are we allowed to charge the customers for a visit but we get a five dollar rebate from the government for every downlight we switch. And the government provide all the LED lights. 

The way my boss works it, if a place had ten or more halogen downlights he waives the service charge. Why not? He's getting a minimum of fifty bucks for a minimal amount of work. Mind you, I had an interesting experience at one place I went to. It was a big two-storey place and they had halogen lights everywhere. Seventy two of the little suckers. It only took me about an hour to run around and change all the lights and that was three hundred and sixty dollars.

The government has wised up a little, though. Not like the last debacle. You have to be able to produce the lights you removed and show a photo of the room with the new lights plus a photo of any transformers. (We got an extra rebate if we had to replace any transformers.) 

Anyway, I was telling you about my experience at this place. When I got there the door was answered by this lovely young thing of about twenty. Her husband wasn't home but he'd told her I was expected and she would sign off to say the work had been completed. She was casually dressed in a house-dress, but it was obvious a very fashionable house-dress. It was fastened up the front by a row of buttons, each button nearly touching the next. Now you might think that was a lot of buttons but the silly things were around seven or eight centimetres across. I've never seen such large buttons.

I should mention that the top two buttons were under a lot of stress and failed if they were supposed to keep the two sides close together. The superstructure under the dress was sufficient to force a gap, revealing something silky and lacy. Quite a dress, that was.

I have to say that the lady of the house was very conscientious about making sure I was doing my work. She followed me from room to room, nearly causing me to trip a couple of times. I was using a small step-ladder to assist in reaching the ceilings and every time I stepped down from it I was practically bumping into her. A couple of times it wasn't practically bumping but actually doing so. (She had a very soft chest I noticed.) 

She could talk, too, chattering away the whole time. A suspicious mind might have thought there was a bit of sexual innuendo in some of the things she said but I knew that couldn't be so. She was just rather innocent in her outlook on life.

Still I was extremely aware of her presence, becoming more aware each time I turned around her and found her standing within my personal comfort zone. She was also a toucher, hands fluttering around, fingertips lightly landing on me, touching a shoulder, touching my chest, just making contact as she chatted, and she didn't stop chatting.

I'd just got down from changing the globes in the last room, a bedroom. I turned around and there she was again, standing right next to the ladder so that when I turned I was pressing up against her, her breast bumping against me. I gave up at that point. I started undoing those stupid buttons. 

The first two yielded with barely a touch, what with them already being under strain. She blinked and looked down at her exposed breasts (a nice bra but it didn't cover all that much) and looked a little bemused.

"Ah, what are you doing?" she asked.

"We keep on bumping into each other," I said. "I just feel it's only fair that I see what I'm bumping into."

By this time I'd reached the bottom buttons and flicked them open. With buttons that size there weren't many needed to travel from neckline to hem, and now they were all open with the dress gaping wide.

"But, but, you shouldn't do that," she pointed out.

"I know that," I agreed, "and I'm sorry, but I just can't help it. When I see something really lovely I just feel the need to see all of it. Now if you'll excuse me. . ."

I was lucky. That excuse for a bra had a front fastener and now it was unfastened, dropping away from magnificent breasts that didn't need a bra to hold them firm. My hands landed on those breasts, stroking and squeezing them, getting a good feel of them. 

"Why are you doing that?" she asked, sounding a little indignant.

"Just making sure that they're natural," I explained, "and they certainly feel that way. Absolutely no enhancements needed. Mother Nature does superb work."

"Well, thank you, but I already knew they were real," she said. "I'll thank you to take your hands off them."

I did as requested, of course. I shifted my hands and started rolling her panties down. 

"You stop that. You can't do that. Why are you doing that?"

"I already told you why. Something lovely deserves to be properly seen and admired."

With that I brushed her dress and bra straps off her shoulders, letting them fall away while I stood back and admired what was now on display. 

"Magnificent," I murmured. I closed my eyes and let my hands drift over her, starting at her breasts and wandering down. Her nipples, I noted in passing, were already erect, and sensitive from the little shudder I felt as my palms dragged over them.

"You shouldn't be touching me," she said, breathing hard, sounding a little flushed. "Why are your eyes closed? I thought you wanted to look at me?" 

"I am looking," I protested. "With my fingertips. They're much more sensitive if you touch something without looking directly at it."

"Just what do you hope to achieve by this little display?"

"Pleasure, once I've laid you on that bed."

"What on earth makes you think I'll let you do such a thing?"

"The fact that you're standing here naked while I touch you and you're not resisting. Now be quiet for a while."

To add a little authority to my order I started massaging her mound a bit more firmly. She gasped and squirmed a little and, somewhat to my surprise, she did shut up. 

While still rubbing her I opened my eyes and bent my head to taste the breasts. They tasted as good as they looked and I made the most of them, kissing and sucking lightly on her nipples, letting my teeth graze against them.

I stepped back from her, looking her up and down. She was flushed and aroused, breathing hard. I undid my belt and slid my trousers and jocks down, my erection standing out proudly. Her eyes dropped to it, she swallowed a little nervously, and looked away.

I took her hand and pressed it against my cock. Her hand closed around it and she seemed to quiver slightly, then she snatched her hand away.

"On the bed," I told her firmly, smiling softly as she obeyed.

"Now on your hands and knees. I'm going to take you like that."

Once again she did as told, flicking little glances over her shoulder as I climbed onto the bed and moved behind her. I knelt between her parted legs, letting my erection brush against her pussy. Another little quiver seemed to run through her, her head sinking down a bit while her bottom rose slightly, presenting herself to me.

For the life of me I could not see why she was being so cooperative. A frantic scream and wails for me to stop I could understand and I would probably have stopped. This almost unthinking acceptance baffled me. It didn't stop me, just baffled me.

I brushed the head of my cock back and forth along her slit, teasing her lips, watching while they swelled a little more, opening for me in expectation. Moving slowly I pressed against them, feeling them yield and then close around me. I continued to press forward, slowly sinking deep into her, her passage continuing to first yield then cling to me.

She was making a long drawn out, "Ahhh," as I sank in, apparently not needing to stop for breath. The further in I went the harder I pushed, now moving quite quickly, until my groin hit hers with a slapping sound.

She started to talk. I don't think this woman could do anything without talking. 

"Oh my god, you're actually doing it. I didn't think you would. I had no idea you'd go this far. My god, how big is that thing. It feels huge. You shouldn't be doing this you know. Oh god, that thing is going to split me in half. Do you have to do it so hard? I didn't say you had to slow down. I can handle it. I was just commenting."

I very quickly tuned out what she was actually saying, going with the sexual flow instead. I was thrusting into her at a nice rate, quickly finding a tempo at which she seemed to respond most naturally. I'd drive in, her bottom would lift as she pushed back to meet me, and her mouth went on and on.

By now my arms were around her, her breasts my new toys as I tweaked her nipples while driving firmly home. I took her steadily, enjoying the sensations of flesh against flesh, noticing that her voice was wavering now as the sex took control of her.

Finally she was reduced to gasps and little cries along the line of, "Oh god," as our coming together lasted longer and her arousal and passion grew. Now I was drilling in even harder, my own arousal complete and I was now seeking the ultimate relief. She was just making with the "Ah, ah," sounds now, each one seeming higher pitched than the one before. 

The last, "Ah," was a full-blooded cry as she climaxed, her climax being accompanied by a groan of relief from me as I followed suit, releasing my own needs into her.

Now naturally I thought that would be the end of the matter. She signed the work completed form and I handed it to the boss with old globes and went my merry way.

A couple of days later the boss called me in and said there'd been a complaint. I waited with a polite, tell-me-more, expression and he elaborated. 

"You know that place with a whole lot of lights that you did the other day?"

I nodded. I certainly remembered that place.

"Well the man phoned through a complaint. Says a couple of the globes don't work. Can we please come and check them out. They do have a year's guarantee, you know."

I certainly did know. It's one of the things I have to tell our customers when replacing the globes.

"No worries," I said. "I'll drop by their first thing and check the globes."

So I dropped by, making it my first call of the day. The same cute young thing answered the door. Difference was how she was dressed. Tight jeans and a loose jacket that was firmly zipped closed.

"Oh, it's you," she said. "Two of those lights you put in don't work. My husband was most annoyed. He says either fix it or give us back the old globes."

"I'm sure it must be just a couple of defective globes," I said. "I'll just test them and replace them if needed." 

She took me into what I presumed was the master bedroom. 

"I'll just stand on the bed and check them," I told her, suiting action to words. I reached for the first globe and it was all wobbly in the socket. Somehow it had become disconnected and was just sitting there. I pressed it firmly back into the socket and gave a little tug to make sure it stayed there. Second light and it was the same situation and the same solution. Someone had deliberately loosened the globes. I stepped down from the bed, tried the switches, and the lights worked. How strange.

"You never actually told me your name. What is it?"

"Ah, Beth," she said, not looking at me. 

"I suspect that you deliberately loosened those two globes so your husband would ring in and complain. Not a very nice thing to do."

I looked over the clothes she was wearing. I'd have quite a job getting those off. The jeans looked as though they'd been sewn on. If she'd been wearing those jeans last time they'd have stayed on, I suspected.

"If you're worried that I might try and remove your clothes, you needn't," I told her.

She did look at me then, an unreadable expression on her face.

"I wasn't worried about any such thing," she snapped.

"Good. The reason I'm not going to try to remove your clothes is because I'm going to be quite content to watch you do it."

"Me? Are you crazy? What makes you think I'd do such a thing?"

"Because I'm telling you to. And once your clothes are off you're going to bend over the end of the bed while I show you why you shouldn't play silly games. Now get a move on. I'm waiting and if I have to wait too long I might get cross."

She glared at me for a moment and then looked away. Reaching down she unzipped her jeans. I'd taken a guess but it seemed to me that my guess was correct. She was a natural submissive where sex was concerned. Be firm and she would obey.

She kept flicking little glances at me as she stripped, making sure that I was watching. I most certainly was. I wouldn't miss this. I'm still not certain how she managed to get rid of those jeans without using a pair of scissors. Finally she was naked, standing in front of me nervously, hands folded in front of her pussy.

"Now bend backwards over the bed," I told her, projecting masculine confidence.

She did so, still looking slightly nervous, leaning back, bottom propped against the bed, hands still covering her mound. I stood in front of her and slowly unzipped, bring my equipment into play.

"Hands behind you," I told her and she shifted them, using them to prop herself up. Submissive and ready. I could tell just by looking at her pussy, her lips pouting and glistening with moisture.

I lined up and pressed forward, smiling to myself as she craned her head forward, wanting to watch as my cock slid into place. I started sliding within her and the chattering started.

"Oh my god, you're doing it again. Look at that thing. It keeps going into me. I can feel it all the way. Why are you doing this? Oh my god, that thing's too big. You're going to do me an injury. No, I can handle this. I know I can."

Too big? I'd have said average myself but I didn't know what she was comparing it to so I didn't say anything. I let my cock do the talking, setting up a nice rhythm and driving my point home. 

She could handle it all right. Her legs came up and wrapped around me, actively pulling me in, making sure that I wasn't going to escape before she was ready. Not much chance of that. I was having too much fun, banging into her hard and often, my hands once again playing grab with her breasts.

I notice that vocally she followed the same pattern as the first time, talking non-stop, her voice rising and getting more excited as her passions rose until her noise degenerated into a series of frantic ahs.

With such a useful guide it was relatively easy to coordinate our climaxes, me just hanging on until her voice reached a certain pitch and then letting loose.

Afterwards I couldn't help but wonder if I could coax other girlfriends to give such helpful verbal cues as to the state of their readiness. 

I gently suggested to Gwen that she not sabotage any more lights. The chances were that it wouldn't be me arriving a third time but one of my mates. Returning to work I just told the boss that it was a defective globe and that I'd tossed it. Seeing the government was giving us the globes he didn't care. I did make a point of letting him know that the owner was a friendly chap and I got on well with him. I'd be happy to go back if they needed any other work done.

Electrician Does a Girl a Favor



I started my day on the wrong foot. Not only was I running late but for probably what felt like the 100th time in the last week I blew a fuse while using my hair dryer. It has become such an annoyance. I always end up running out to the freezing cold garage in a towel to flip the breaker back. I have decided that I need to do something about this problem once and for all. 

I do not exactly have the cash to hire a contractor to come out and fix it up but I do have a few connections in the construction industry. Working for a construction manager of course has its benefits when it comes to fixing things up around the house. Luckily I know exactly the guy for the job. In fact I am rather excited at the idea of having him at my house. Over the last few months I have become a rather familiar acquaintance of my favorite electrician. We have worked together in the past on a few projects together. I am only in my early 30s and still learning the ropes. It sometimes also works against me that I am a woman, and an attractive woman at that. I have a rather petite frame and although I'm not a skinny girl I'm fit and rather curvy. My best physical attribute I would say are my 36D breasts, for a small lady they fill in quite nicely. I also just happen to be a blonde with a very cute face and amazing smile. 

James and I have had a rather sultry history. James owns his own electrical contracting business and is not only the best electrician, but also happens to be the very best at pleasing his favorite construction manager; myself. James is significantly older than I am by close to 14 years and he is also married with a couple of kids. He is incredibly witty. Although James is not the easiest man to deal with, I mean, everything has to be on his watch and his way. But when I do get the opportunity to work with him it typically pays for itself tenfold. I still cannot put my finger on it but there is just something about him that I find incredibly sexy. I had coaxed James into fucking me on the top of his desk a few months ago and I have not stopped thinking about it since. The natural order of things would lead a person to believe I would be making him work for it but in this case it is exactly the opposite.

I have made attempts to lure him into hanging out with me but he always has an excuse. I think James has trouble wrapping his mind around the fact that I find him completely irresistible. The amount of time I have logged with my hand down my panties imagining all of the different ways I would be dying for him to pound me mercilessly is astonishing. He has become my go to in the mental rolodex. You can imagine my delight on the decision to address some of the electrical issues in my house and I would not imagine asking anyone else to help a girl out. Although James does play hard to get, something tells me that it is his own game of will power that holds him back from continually trying to blow a load all over my big titties. Come to think of it, I will add that to the mental rolodex.

I had not worked with James much since our last encounter so I am definitely up for the challenge of convincing him of how much of a great idea it is for him to let me ride his cock. I put a call into his office and to my delight he gets back to me very quickly, as the wetness between my legs reappears. I can only hope he's just as eager as I am to work together on something again. He has planned to come by and take a look at everything in 2 days on a Saturday. Apparently James is completely booked up with real work all week. I am not that surprised, I mean, after all he truly is by far the best electrician around. But He must be aware of how turned on I can get from his technical speak, and his asshole way of getting his point across to anyone who will listen; The point being that he is always right.

Saturday comes and I'm practically about to jump out of my skin in anticipation of seeing James. I have pleasured myself an inordinate number of times just as an attempt to take the edge off. 

Just earlier that morning before I got out of bed I couldn't stop myself from gently caressing my breasts, which slowly turned into pinching my very hard nipples. My legs soon seemed to find themselves rising and bending at the knees and ever so slightly falling to the sides as I relaxed and spread my legs and slid my hand along my stomach and down into my panties. Continuing to squeeze my tits I slowly began to rub my wet clit and get myself worked up.

I began to fantasize that James is unable to control himself when he arrives at my house; immediately pushing me up against the wall, pinning my arms above my head and grinding his hard dick between my legs. Oh god, what I would give for him to desire me so desperately. By now I have slid two aggressive fingers into my pussy in an attempt to simulate his penetration.

I just love imagining him hastily undoing his pants, pulling out his cock and sliding it inside of me as he tells me how amazing my pussy feels. You know James is always right and never has a weak moment so naturally he is telling me it is my fault he has to fuck me, my fault for desiring him and he has to do something to teach me a lesson. Climaxing very shortly thereafter, this was one of the hotter personal sessions I have had in a long time. So help me I was preparing myself for what I was hoping to be an even better tryst than the last time.

James texted, he was running late. He coaches a high school football team and got caught up with some preparations for Sunday's game. He wouldn't be by until closer to 6. Earlier that day I had a Brazilian bikini wax and picked up some new very sexy lacy black bra and panties just for the occasion; something tells me he's into that sort of thing. I never can tell exactly what he is into but I sure try to make an effort at figuring it out. He is always so coy about his exchanges with me regarding any of his preferences.

At about ten minutes past 6 James has arrived and is very intently going through the ins and outs of the electrical wiring of my house. His fantastic technical speak is off the charts. He has picked up on the fact that it gets me hot and he seems to be having way too much fun rambling on in great detail, could James actually be flirting? After formulating his plan of attack to help me out I offer him a beer as the beginning of the many thanks I'm hoping to deliver his way. He sits on the couch and I serve him a beer by purposely leaning extremely closely across his lap. 

He playfully remarks to me "Thanks for the personalized service." 

I turn to him and slyly reply "I can do even better if you would allow me to."

In his typical skeptical manner he replies back "Honey what makes you think I would be looking for better?" 

I reply "Oh, I don't know, just a hunch really, but I suppose I could be wrong." 

It is as if a switch has just been flipped and he appears to grow interested. 

"So what does better mean exactly," he asks me. 

At this point I am willing to make the move hoping he is game and begin removing my top and then leggings to reveal my newly purchased garments. I very playfully sit myself in his lap and continue to make chit chat as if nothing is amiss. I wonder how much he will let me get away with at this point. I decide to push the envelope and take my chances. 

I then ask him "May I have your permission to straddle your lap?" 

He replies "Well I can be a team player, sure."

As I slowly straddle his lap I am starting to get very turned on and am on cloud nine that he chosen to play along. 

I then say to him "James may I have your permission to put my hand down my panties, you know I wouldn't be looking for you to do any heavy lifting after the long day you've had." 

He replies "How considerate of you, surely I would allow it." 

My hand slowly finds its way down the front of my panties and I gently begin to rub my clit just a little bit. I'm hoping to be able to get him in the mood and by the growing erection in his pants I can tell he is ready to participate. After a few minutes I ask James if he would allow me to undo his pants. He is ok with that as I begin to undo his belt and pants and pull out his very hard cock and begin stroking it. Before either of us is even able to realize it I am pushing my panties to the side and inserting James inside of me. He begins to run his mouth up and down my neck as I run my fingers through the hair on the back of his head and wrap my other arm around his back tightly.

I cannot help but tear his shirt off of him, he feels utterly amazing against my body. He begins to pull down the front cups of my bra and aggressively suck on my tits. I myself can barely handle it at this point and uncontrollably whisper in his ear "please let me cum James, you feel so amazing inside of me." No opposition there as I continue to ride his dick while he undoes my bra and tosses it aside. Soon enough I find myself on the verge of a complete climax while letting out the most satisfactory moans. His mouth feels decadent anywhere on my body, forcefully kissing me, sucking on my tits and biting at my neck. 

Just as I reach completion he is lifting me off his cock and forcefully laying me down onto my back on the couch. Very quickly as if in the same motion he completely rips off my panties and forces himself on top of me completely pushing his amazing dick deeply inside of me. He then pins my arms above my head and just simply begins to pound into me. My tits are completely bouncing freely to the rhythm of his thrusts and to my surprise I begin to climax yet once more. "Oh fuck me James, oh fuck me so hard" is uttered before I even realize it. Just at that point I am feeling my body tense with the orgasmic feeling I thought I could only give myself. James himself is also following suit and successfully blows his load inside of me. I can't even fathom how amazing this encounter has been. I never knew James could truly satisfy me that deeply. I never know what I'm going to get with him. This mother fucker always makes me work for it and it's worth it every time!



Electrician Master



Hi. My name Gregor and I am a Master Electrician. I've seen plenty in my 15 years of wiring private homes and businesses and (since these guys are paying me handsomely) I will share one of my favorite jobs with you.

I had been contracted to wire a garage and new addition for a home in a small little town in the middle of Maine. It was contracted as a three day job, even though I knew it would only take about a day and half. My customers are always impressed when I finish early and it gets me a lot of recommendations. When I showed up on Tuesday morning to start the job I was met at the door by the lady of the house.

"Mrs Smith?", I ask politely. (No, not her real last name and you won't get it from me either.)

"Yes, please come in. And call me Sara." She is a stunning platinum blond. At 5'6" with 38C's up front and a narrow little waist, she has nothing to be ashamed of. She is also not leaving much to the imagination. Her white tank top would have been tight on the average ten year old and shows every curve and contour of her beautiful breast right down to the slight ridge around her areolas and the long delicious nipples in their centers. Her hot pink shorts look painted on. The slit between her puffy pussy lips showing plainly as a crease in the material. I swear that I can even make out the nub of her clitoris near the top of the crease.

She invites me in and (licking her lips with the tip of her tongue) asks me where I would like to start. I ignore the obvious line and tell her I'll start in the garage as it will be the easiest and fastest part of the job. She stares for a moment at my obvious hardon and then pouts a little and shows me to the side door. I know she wants a quick lay, but my business depends on happy customers and her husband is paying this bill.

The garage only takes me about four hours to finish, and so I'm picking up when she comes out and asks me if I want some lunch. "Fine. I'll be there in about ten minutes", I tell her and she turns and walks away, swaying her gorgeous tight ass..

Inside I find her at the kitchen table. She has plates with a hamburger, fresh carrots, and a peeled cucumber for me, and just the veggies for her. The table is covered with a red and white checkered cloth that hangs down about two feet on each edge and she is already seated when I get there.

I have hardly started eating when I notice her hands are under the table. She smiles at me, then raises a hand and bites into a glistening carrot. She chews for a while and then the hand (with the rest of the carrot) disappears again. That's enough. She's really asking for a hard fucking.

"So where is your husband?", I ask.

"He drives long haul trucks. He won't be home until Saturday. I get so lonely." she complains pouting. Then she raises her hand and takes another bite of carrot.

"Would he mind if he knew that I was going to fuck you hard all afternoon?", I ask, wondering if the bluntness will scare her off.

"Oh yes. He is terribly jealous. We can't let him know", she replies.

Now this mostly pisses me off. I can't stand a sneaky woman. I figure that she needs to be taught a lesson.

"Okay, I said but I have just one rule."

"Yes?"

"The first time you have to be blindfolded. I never let a women see my penis until it has been inside her." I lie.

She just smiles. "Okay"

She stands up (the shorts are gone. No surprise there) and leaves, coming back with a blue handkerchief and one of her husbands light blue neckties. "Will this due".

I can see that her shaved cunt is already dripping wet. I place the folded handkerchief over her blue eyes and tie it with her husband's neck tie. Then I lead her to her bedroom. They have a very nice queen sized wrought iron bed with large iron posts in each corner and iron rails and uprights at both the head and foot. Perfect for what I had in mind. I pulled her tank top up over her head, (not an easy task as tight as it is) and immediately draw one long pink nipple into my mouth.

"Oh god, yes. Please suck my tits", she begs.

This "lady" is a real slut. She needs her cumming lesson badly. I pushed her back gently until she reaches the bed, still working her nipple in my mouth. Then I slowly lay her down and spread her legs. Her pussy was already sopping wet. She draws her knees up to her breast which exposes (as she knows full well) her entire cunt to my view. Her clit is poking out and juices are oozing from her slightly opened hole. So much juice that it is dribbling down the crack of her ass and making her tightly puckered pink asshole glisten and shine like an ornament. She holds the back of her knees in her hands and spreads her legs even wider as I traced her labia with my tongue.

"Oh please! Please eat my pussy?". This bitch is still begging!!! I run my tongue up and down her slit, slowly teasing her clit and vagina. Her belly clenches as I suck her clit in and out between my lips and flick the end of it with my tongue. She starts thrashing as I slide my tongue into her flooding cunt hole. Just as she was about to explode, I stand up.

"No, don't stop. Please make me cum. Please? I need it?" she begs.

"That depends,", I say.

"Oh please?"

"Who do you have coming over tonight?", I ask.

"No one. We're new in town. Please?", she whines.

"Well why don't I just park my van into your garage and spend the night?" I ask, my finger slowing sliding in circles around her quivering, desperate pussy.

"Yes, oh yes please stay and fuck me?"

"Just stay hear then. And don't remove the blind fold or I'll leave."

"Okay". Stupid cunt.

I go to the van and put it in the garage like I said. I also bring a huge armful of "equipment" back in with me. When I get back inside I take 2 more ties from her husband's closet. I started looping one around her slim left ankle.

"What are you doing?", she asks pulling away slightly.

"Just tying your feet to the bed post over your head so you can use your hands for something else." I said.

"Well okay".

I tied her feet to the top of the posts stretching her legs long and wide, raising her ass up off the bed about 6 inches. Her hand starts playing with her nipples as I go back to licking her sweet pussy. It's no time before she's once again on the verge of cumming. I stand and let my cock brush her inner thigh. She sighs and pushes her cunt toward it as best she can, pinching her own nipples as she vainly tries to capture my cock with her wet hole..

I've worked hard on my cock and am proud of it. It is a good ten inches long and nearly seven inches around. I slowly run the head of it up and down her slit.

"Oh please? " she begs. "It feels so hot. Give it to me please?"

I guide it to her open love tunned and started sliding it in.

"Oh god damn. It's huge"

I slide more in. By the time I have 6 inches of it in she is nearly incoherent"

"Aaaahhhhh Godddd, It's too big, Please fuck me. Too much. Harder,"

I loop a cord around her wrists and she arches her back, not even questioning that I have just tied her hands. I slide further into her clenching cunt as I tie the wrist cord to the head of the bed, stretching her arms and chest.

"Oh my goddddd, Yyyeeeeesssss. Take meeeeeee",

"You are such a slut" I tell her.

"Yes, yes please fuck me"

"You should be punished", I say coldly, lightly slapping one breast and then the other.

"Oh yes, please punish me?" she begs, arching her back, pushing her tits up even higher.

"Okay", I say. I take two medium sized alligator clips with wire leads attached to them. I open the first and quickly clamp the sharp teeth onto her hard left nipple.

"Owww, No, no, no no. Stop!!!!! It huuurrrrrts". Her body is shaking as I grab her right breast and I attached the other clip.

"Aaaaahhhhh Goddd, No, don't, Stoppppp",

"Now you will be punished", I say, my voice like ice.

"No please, let me go."

I slam my cock the rest of the way into her cunt"

"Oh goddd, it hurts. It's too much"

"Tough shit slut".

I pull the lead wires on the clamps, stretching her breast higher, pulling them into sharp pointed cones. "What are you going to do for me now slut"

"A e e e e anything you say, pleease stop?" Her body is twisting and quivering as much as her bonds will let it, doing wonderful things to my cock still buried in her tight cunt.

"If you can go five minutes without opening your pretty little mouth, I'll let you go," I say, "But if you can't I'm going to be here a long, long time."

"Mmmmm. MMMmmmmhmhhhhm", her lips pressed tightly together.

I stand up, pulling my cock out of her wide open cunt. I take a piece of 12 gauge wire and strip off the outer insulation until I have just one four foot strand of solid core wire with a single layer of vinyl insulation over it. It takes only a minute. She lays there quivering, her lips pressed tightly together, her head rolling back and forth as if trying to see through her blindfold.

A slight whistling through the air and the wire slaps across her ass cheeks. "Mhmmhmhmmmhhhmmmhmm". A bright read weal marks its impact, her cheeks clench tight in pain. Another whistle, "MHMHMHM MMMMMHHHMM MMHHHHHMMHM". Another red stripe.

"Don't worry Babe, I'm only going to give you ten more"

"MHM MHMHMHM MMM HMHHHHMMM MUMUMHMPH", her hi pitched pathetic moaning complains.

Fast and furious I rain the wire onto her ass. Her body shivering and twitching wildly. Her lips still pressed tightly together. In less then a minute her ass is crisscrossed with flaming red welts. Her body shudders in agony as she fights to keep her lips closed on her moans of pain. "Only forty-five seconds left", I say.

"Mmmm?"

I take the leads from her nipple clamps and plugged them into a little black box I designed a long time ago. I move a dial and press a button. Two hundred volts (but almost zero amps, I don't want to kill) pore into her nipples.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh ah ah ah ah ah a haahhhhahahahh", she screams. Her back arching so hard that her arms are stretching in her shoulder sockets. Her head thrown back. Her mouth wide open. After a couple of seconds I let go of the button. Her body slumps like a puppet cut from its strings. Only her legs remain up, due only to the ties that I put on them.

"Sorry, slut. You didn't make it".

"Please, oh ple" she starts to whimper. I tap the button.

"AHHH AH AH AH AHHH"

For less then half a second. She arches and slumps again. She cries quietly to herself. She is learning quickly.

I reach up and remove her blindfold. It has served its purpose. She raises her head and looks at her clamped, purpling nipples, tears running down her china like face.

"If I take the clamps off your nipples," I tell her, "I will have to punish you some other way."

"P P P Please take them off? Please?" she whispers sobbing.

"Okay." I reach to the left one and open it slowly, then lift it clear. Her nipple is flattened with little dents from the teeth. As it unflattens, filling back up with blood she blanches white.

"Oh, oh oh o o o ooo o ooooo oh", she whimpers. I open the other quickly and pull it off roughly.. "Ouwie ouw ouw ow ooohhhh", she cries, the tears streaming down.

I take a round steal rod about 10 inches long and 2 inches wide. There is a one-and=a-half inch groove lathed near one end. I slide the other end into her still wet pussy. She grunts but knows better than to complain as I twist the cold steal around inside her. Then I pull it out and slide it hard up her tight ass.

"Oh no, please no, not there."

I ignore her and push seven inches of steel into her asshole. Then I push just a little more so that her sphincter grips the steel rod at the groove, holding it in her. She can't see me tape a wire to the end sticking lewdly out of her ass. I take the wire and plug it into my box. I take her clit and stretch it between my thumb and forefinger. She moans pitifully but holds still. I take one of the clamps and quickly set it on her stretched clit.

"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO", screaming and shaking. I lean over her quivering body and just as she starts to draw air for a second scream, I slam my fist into her belly, just under the top of her rib cage. Her eyes roll up and her chest heaves, desperately trying to draw air. I tug the clit clamp lightly up and down, and side to side.. The pain shoots through her twitching airless body. Her ivory skin starts to blue slightly, when her tortured diaphragm finally draws a quaking breath. Soon her chest is heaving and she is moaning.

"I told you I would punish you another way. Tell me that you're a slut and deserve to be punished".

"I'm a slut. I d dd deserve it", she whispers.

I press the button. 200 volts surges through the rod in her ass and out to the clamp on her clit. Her legs stiffen, her belly clenches and her head is thrown violently back. Her mouth is wide open but she is in too much pain to make even the tiniest sound through her locked throat. I count to three and release the button. She slumps and quivers, tears streaming. The back of one thigh shows the swelling knot of a pulled muscle.

I move to crawl up her body , between her legs and turn around to face her cunt. My balls rest on her lips. Wordlessly she starts licking them, trying to please me. I move a little and press the head of my cock to her lips and she takes it into her mouth. I slide my cock in and out of her mouth slowly going deeper with each stroke. As I slide to the top of her throat she gags and tries to turn away. I press the button again. Her whole body quivers and convulses. Her head throws back and my cock slides down her throat. I fuck her face the way for about ten seconds. Ten agonizing eternities for her burning ass and clit. Then I release the button and her body sags again. My cock still buried down her throat. She gulps for air and can't get any. Her chest heaves and struggles, but no air can get past my huge cock. She twists and shakes and arches desperately. He belly quivering. Her bulging throat massaging my cock.

Just as she starts to go limp, I pull out. Her oxygen starved lungs heave as she whimpers. Tears begin running again, and her nipples get hard. Her pussy is running heavy too.

"I am now your master, slut." I tell her. "You will obey my every whim or you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yyyy yes Master." She groans.

"Your master is going to cum now."

"Yyyess Master".

"I will remove the punishment if you like."

"Oh please Master, sir, please take them off?"

I pull the rod out of her ass hard. She grunts prettily. "Uhhh. Thank-you sir".

I take the clip off her clit. "Oh, ohohohohohohoho Gaaaaaawwwwwdddddd"

I move down to her cunt and slam my cock into to cunt. "Oh god master. It hurts". I keep slamming her, stretching her. The head of my cock pushes hard into her cervix. Her nipples harden and her clit swells even more than the clamp made it. I grab her clit in my fingers and twist a bit. "Ahhh ohhhh please mm m m maaassster?"

This slut is going to cum. I take my cock out of her cunt and put it against her slightly opened asshole. She moves her hips looking for my cock and pushes her ass onto it a ways.

"Noooooo, please master. Please fuck my cunt?", she pleads.

I brutally twist a nipple in each hand and push hard into her ass. She arches and begs but in two or three hard pushes I'm buried inside her hot bowels.

"No master, you're killing me. Please stop"

I pull nine inches out and then brutally slam back into her. I can see her belly rise a little where my cock head is pushing up from the inside. She arches screaming. " aahahahahaaaaaaaa, noooononon nono no no no " I thrust faster, harder, tearing into her ass. Finally she arches her back and her eyes roll. Juice floods from her pussy as her ass clenches my cock tight and spasms around it. My balls tighten and I flood her bowels with raging jets of hot cum. Pounding her shivering body, my cock shoots wad after wad into her.

Then I draw out of her. I untie her legs. Her hands are still tied to the bed. "Sleep for a while slut. Your master will tend you some more this evening."

"Yes Master," she sighs as she passes out.



Electrician Plays Hard to Get



I'm sitting here in my weekly contractor coordination meeting. As usual I am the only woman in the room. I have a number of men I come in contact with on a daily basis and yet I find myself fixated on just one particular prick. 

While sitting in my meeting I somehow find myself fantasizing about climbing into his lap, imagining the satisfaction of feeling his growing thick erection pushed up against me. I would love to grind myself into his cock. I begin to imagine him desiring me and fantasizing about his hands tightly grabbing me by my hips and pulling me toward him. God, what I would give to fuck this guy just once. 

He's always been a real jerk off and for whatever reason I constantly find myself figuring out ways to have to deal with him. What's his problem anyway? Probably hasn't been fucked properly in years. He has 14 years on me in age and he's married. I happen to be married as well, in my early 30s, blonde petite and size D titts. Every time I have the pleasure of coming in contact with this guy, it's instant wet panties and throbbing clit. I start thinking to myself, "Fuck this guy. He's so high and mighty. I'm sure he wouldn't be such a tough guy if I straddled his lap, took off my top and forced my hand down his pants."

These daily run-ins have sparked my newly found nightly masturbation habit. It seems as if nothing makes me cum harder than imagining the weight of his body between my legs and having him blow his load inside of me. I've pleasured myself to the thought of playing his personal little whore too many times to count; in my fantasies I'm always begging him to fuck me. 

His name is James; he is one hell of an electrician which I think is why he gets away with his constant bad attitude. He is continually talking down to me, showcasing his know how, taking any chance he can get to parade his "It's my world; you're all just trying to live in it" attitude. I find myself constantly attempting to beat him at his own game while simultaneously imagining beating him off. I am completely turned on by both the challenge of outsmarting him as well as the challenge of trying to turn him on. I know he is thinking the same thing although he's far more conservative about it than I am. We have exchanged some off kilter humor and I've made a few risqué comments along the way. Although he doesn't seem to move toward my advances, he is never walking away from them either. Such a tease and it's driving me completely crazy. 

Imagine my delight as I am asked to hand deliver some documents to his office by a co-worker. Screw this guy already. He needs to be put in his place. Naturally I had to select the sexiest bra and matching panty combo that I own, black and very lacey. Also a rather easily accessible tight dress. I'm almost positive he's a boob guy. I've caught him enjoying an eyeful of me a couple of times. Ugh I'd love to feel his hands on my breasts, squeezing and groping. Super high heels are a must. 

As I pull up to his office I'm already soaking wet and completely turned on. If I can't make this happen, I'm positive I'm going to jump out of my skin. I have had enough of him thinking he can win at everything and be in charge of calling the shots. As I walk in, he is sitting at his desk working on I'm sure whatever will be the next big thing. We exchange some pleasantries and I make myself at home sitting on the edge of his desk. I'm usually dressed down for construction so it was a bit pleasurable to hear him comment on my attire acknowledging the fact that my appearance on this occasion is much more pleasing to the eye. 

A compliment from James? Perhaps hell has frozen over. I playfully say to him that I had to dress up for the visit to see him. I can tell he really wants to believe that but shrugs it off as if I'm joking. 

I say to him even more forwardly "C'mon, James, for a guy like you I'd do almost anything to get your attention." 

James now is almost coming to life as I can see just a smidge of playfulness in his eyes as he comments back, "Honey, I'm old. What would you want with a guy like me?" 

I respond back, "Well, I just happen to be into crabby old dudes who think they know it all." 

I can tell he's almost nervous, a bit surprised at my continued forward response. He looks at me and as nonchalantly as his first comment says, "Yay, I bet". 

So I decide to get off the very far edge of his desk, walk over and sit nearly in front of him on the edge of his desk. I reply, "You don't believe me, huh." 

I uncross my legs and rather matter-of-factly grab his hand and begin to bring it toward my knee closest to him. I am just hoping he doesn't pull his hand back and to my complete shock he doesn't seem to be. I press his hand onto the inside of my knee and slowly bring his hand up the inside of my thigh higher and higher up just to my panty line. With his own finger I push my panties aside and press his fingers against my clit and begin rubbing myself with his hand, saying to him, "Can you feel how wet that is?" 

His fingers feel amazing. He remarks back, "And you're saying that is all because of me?" 

With lustful eyes I respond, "Yes, you have no idea." 

I then open my legs wider and after a few seconds firmly push his 2 fingers downward and insert them inside myself and begin completely pleasuring myself with his hand. I let out just a soft short moan and let him know how good this feels. After about a minute into this I start to feel him taking over this manipulation. I no longer have to guide him as he is now completely finger fucking the shit out of me. I lean back just a little bit in an attempt to enjoy this moment. 

He then begins with his other hand to pull down the top of my dress down past my shoulders so that I am sitting there in my bra from the waist up. He's becoming a little more aggressive and presses himself against me, pulling the front of my bra cups down and revealing the majority of my tits and providing access to my very hard nipples. 

As he places his mouth on me and begins to suck on my nipples I'm completely beyond myself and put my arms around him gripping his back very tightly. He moves upward aggressively kissing my neck which he would have never known is one of my complete weaknesses, causing me to tighten my knees squeezing his body between my legs. All the while he is still putting me through the ceiling with his hand alone. 

I then begin to undo his belt as he is forcefully kissing me and I suddenly find myself climaxing from his deep hand penetration. I can tell he is very satisfied with his efforts, almost as if to say, "Is this what you're looking for, honey?" 

I pull out his stiff cock and begin to stroke it. I am now completely cumming and begging James to fuck me. Moments later he is ripping my panties down, tossing them aside and putting his dick inside of me. I am now firmly positioned on his desk as he begins to completely rail the shit out of me pushing himself deeply inside of me. Oh god, I can hardly contain myself as I realize all of my fantasizing about him between my legs and how much more fucking hot this is than I could ever have imagined. He is again sucking on my tits and kissing my neck while pumping harder and harder. Every time I feel his face on my body I nearly begin to quiver, especially kissing my neck. I exclaim in the moment, "Oh James, you feel so good inside of me." 

As if saying it out loud is enough to send me over the edge I find myself climaxing just once more with my tits bouncing in rhythm with every thrust. Then almost as if on cue James himself is finally beginning to reach his breaking point, squeezing me tightly with short breaths whispers in my ear, "Your pussy feels so good," and then with his face against my neck he blows his load inside of me. 

I have never in my life had such mind blowing sex and in that very moment I quickly realize that I am going to have to have James again, whether he likes it or not. I also realize in that same moment James can tell what I'm thinking and he plans to make me work for it every time.



Electricity



"Power outage?" 

For a moment Joy wasn't sure she had heard right. After all, she'd been putting in some really long days and it was early in the morning. She hated being up early in the morning. If she didn't love her job so much she would have hurled the alarm clock/radio across the room when Terry McLeod, sounding far too perky, had jarred her out of a dream talking about - what had he been talking about? Something to do with a quarter of the downtown being affected by a.... 

"Yes, a power outage," the theatre manager was looking at her funny while she held the door open for Joy to walk through into the lobby. She glanced around at the obvious lack of lighting. God, she needed some coffee. 

"So, ok. We have no power. Excellent. Any indication of when we might have it back on?" Where the hell was her assistant? Sheila always brought coffee for her. Every morning. Without even being asked to because, of course, Joy wasn't the kind of person who would ask her assistant to get her coffee. But Sheila brought it anyways. Joy made a mental note to review the budget for next year and see if maybe a raise wasn't in order. 

"Well, we've already got Hydro here," the theatre manager's voice had this calm, soothing tone to it. She was used to having to give people bad news in her job. Something always went wrong with any show. It's part of the fun. "They said it should only be about 10 minutes. And the alarm systems company is already here, ready to lift the fire doors as soon as power comes back on so...." 

"Oh god, the fire door...." Joy glanced over automatically to where the heavy metal door had evidently slammed down when the surge had triggered the alarm. Thankfully this was happening now, if it had to, when they weren't open to an audience yet. Imagine if people had been milling around, admiring the venue's gorgeous architecture and kablam! Massive steel door comes crashing down. That would have been bad. 

"Yes, they'll be back up as soon as we get electricity. This one here, " she nodded towards where Joy was still gaping, "and the one back stage." 

"Oh jeez, right...that one too." Ok, now she knew they were lucky. A vision of actors, stage hands, technical crew all milling around in the wings, the flurry of activity that always seems to be happening backstage no matter how calm it might be past the footlights, just flashed into her mind. Along with another steel door suddenly crashing down. Evacuating people in the dark. Ok, it could be much much worse. The manager had said something about 10 minutes. 

"So, just so I know, how confident are you that 10 minutes is an accurate estimate?" 

"Well," the theatre manager paused and, with alarming frankness, finally continued. "They said 10 minutes about an hour ago so..." 

"Right. Gotcha. Ok then, I guess we...wait." Joy inwardly screamed for Sheila to get there, get there, get there now. With coffee. It was quickly becoming her new mantra.

"You're taking this very calmly," the manager offered. 

"Yeah, well, what are you going to do, right?" Joy was anxious inside, it was opening night after all, but having a fit wasn't going to put the power back on. She'd better serve herself and the company if she spent the time coming up with various possible scenarios for the power coming on later in the day, how that would set them back, action plans just in case. "I think I'm going to pop back outside for a moment. Would you excuse me?" 

"Oh sure, Joy," the manager smiled at her. "Thanks for being so understanding." 

"Hey, it's not your fault. Unless...there's something I don't know and you're like, a renegade hydro saboteur." Joy's eyes twinkled a little bluer whenever she teased. 

"Ha! Now that would make for an interesting hobby. But no," the manager was heading off, getting ready to explain the lack of power to the next person. "I'll find you as soon as we're up and running again with an update." 

"Great. Thanks." Joy was already half out the doors to the courtyard in front of the theatre. She headed over to one of the flowerbeds and sat down on the edge, being careful to gather her skirt up so the wind didn't surprise her. She really had to remember not to wear a full skirt on a windy day. It was awkward trying to keep it tucked around her legs, the fabric bunched and wedged behind her knees as she shielded the lighter and the cigarette with her free hand. It took her about three tries - the wind really was tricky today - but finally she got it done. 

She thought to herself for the thousandth time that she definitely had to quit smoking this year. After the run's over. It would be far too Machiavellian to try to quit smoking in the middle of a show. With the promise to quit smoking immediately after this run made, the ritual was complete. Now she could just sit back and enjoy the cigarette. Worry about feeling guilty another time. After all, she'd already had that first drag. Damage was done. May as well finish. 

It's amazing what you can justify to yourself, sometimes. 

Her thoughts freed to roam, Joy turned towards her analysis of possible scenarios and back up plans to deal with them all. They'd have to get the power on within the next two hours if they weren't going to cancel outright. They could still get the circuit boards for the sound and lights rebooted in the time remaining, so long as everything went smoothly. The performers would have a little less time for hair and make up but the show had to go on. Maybe she could find some portable mirrors. It was sunny enough they could do some of their make up out here.

She butted her cigarette, and headed back inside where she was greeted by the beatific sight of Sheila walking towards her, arm outstretched, with a venti something from Starbucks. Joy felt the usual momentary pang of guilt over her glee in such an object of westernized capitalist over-consumption, but it was quickly displaced as her fingers felt the familiar coarseness of the warm, cardboard sleeve. 

"Here you go, Joy. Sugar-free hazelnut latte." Sheila was practically laughing. She had already been made aware of the power outage situation and knew how badly Joy was probably jonesing for some java right now. 

"You are an angel." Joy barely finished her sentence before filling her mouth with ambrosia. 

They started talking about some of her ideas for how to deal with various scenarios. They kept being interrupted by having to explain everything to the crew, who were already arriving. Joy and Sheila were laughing together over the nightmare that could have been if power had gone out during a show when suddenly everything flashed around them. The electricity was back on and every light in the Theatre snapped to. 

It was blinding. It was miraculous. It was just in time. Only five minutes after the crews scheduled call time. Now, if they could just get the light and sound boards running...

"Um, Joy," it was Keith, the head carpenter for the theatre. 

"Hey Keith. Isn't this lucky? We have electricity!" She was already feeling the caffeine soothing into her bloodstream. 

"Well, yes. It is. Sort of," Keith looked hesitant but Joy just smiled at him and sipped her latte. He went on, "but you know how Brent is away on holidays and we've got a temp guy on the lights, well, see, he doesn't know how to reboot the system cause of the new software for it. He's trained on the old version, and so..." Keith ran his hand roughly through his graying hair. "We're working on it. I'm just not sure..." 

"Ok, so, worst case scenario, we can't get the lighting grid up and we just run the show with the house lights. Make an announcement to the audience apologizing for the lack of effects. Hmmm, We might have to offer refunds." Joy cringed inwardly. In the arts, you needed every speck of revenue you could get. This could hurt them if too many people took them up on it. "Is there anyone in town we could call who DOES know the software?" 

Keith looked reflective for a moment before answering. "Well, there's this one guy. He's not union. Isn't even a tech, just really good at software. He's friends with Brent and hung out during the installation a lot, helping us figure stuff out. He could probably get us back online." 

"So, what are the odds of the union approving us calling in a non-union guy to work on equipment in a unionized theatre?" Joy didn't know why she was asking. She already knew the likely answer. 

"It would take phone calls. And they're not really quick on these decisions. If we can't get it running ourselves though, they might have an answer in time to call him in to get things up for tomorrow. I mean, there's a chance they'd go for it if we can find some sort of provision. List him as a repair man or something." 

"Right. Well, maybe we should call him and see if he's even available, then get working on the union." 

"Yeah," Keith looked hesitant again. "We could do that. Or...look Joy. Richard. He's a good guy. He'd probably be willing to come work on this sort of under the table like." 

Joy raised an eyebrow as she scanned Keith's face. "You wouldn't feel compelled to inform the union yourself?" 

Keith smiled at her. "Hey, we had a power outage. We gotta do what we gotta do. The guys want to get things up and running as bad as anyone. You know how they are about their equipment. They freak when anything goes wrong with it. No one from the theatre is going to be calling the union, if you don't want us to." 

Joy thought for a moment. If this Richard guy charged something reasonable, she could probably just pay him out of petty cash and not have to worry about there not being an invoice. And they could get the lighting grid working and not have to refund a bunch of disgruntled patrons who wanted to get their money's worth out of their entertainment dollar. 

"Ok. Call him. And thanks." Joy smiled back at him and gave him a hug. It was the equivalent of a corporate handshake in the arts realm. It was such a touchy feely world. No wonder there was always so many gossip stories coming out of the cast parties. 

Joy watched Keith saunter off to his office as she took the last sip of her coffee. The performers were starting to arrive, blissfully unaware of the excitement of the morning until the buzz of conversation carried the news to them. There was a patter of incredulous reactions. Joy laughed at the drama in some of them. All the world's a stage, indeed. 

The morning went by quickly. There was always lots to do on a show day, especially opening night when all the sponsors would be there, and Joy had no lack of details to look after. It was after the lunch break before she could check in with the crew. Taking the elevator up to the balcony level, she let herself into the house and walked down to the booth, coming up behind them. She saw Greg, the sound guy, fiddling with his board and media players and Larry, the temp lighting guy. And someone she didn't recognize. Blonde. Must be Richard. Hmm, she thought to herself as she approached. He was kind of cute. Handsome, even. 

"Hey guys," she called out as she came closer. They all spun around. Greg and Larry waved at her. The guy with the amazing blue eyes just smiled. She felt a pang. It made her giggle softly under her breath as she recognized it. Good lord, girl, she thought. Get a grip. That's all you need today. 

"Hiya Joy. This is Richard," Greg made the introductions. 

"Hi Richard." Joy extended her hand to be shaken. It may be the arts, but she didn't even know this guy. His handshake was firm. She liked that. Limp handshakes always annoyed her. They seemed so noncommittal. "So, do you think you can get this thing working for us?" 

"Pretty much already done, actually." His smile oozed confidence but not in an arrogant way. Another thing she liked about him. Damn it, stop that! She felt like giving her head a shake but instead she just smiled back at him her most grateful smile.  

"That's so fabulous. So, we're good to go?" Her hair fell over her cheek when her head tilted in question. She saw his eyes flash when she gave a flick to toss it back over her shoulders. Sweet, but she quickly wrote it off as likely meaning nothing.  

"Yeah," his eyes had locked back in on hers. She felt so warm all of a sudden. Must be all the stage lights that were now running. They give off incredible amounts of heat. Can burn through tin gobos in a matter of hours. "Good to go." That smile again. Damn. Larry was already tinkering around with the settings. Joy watched how the changing colours of the different lights, flashing on and off as they were tested, made an almost strobe effect. At least, that's what she told herself she was watching as her eyes lingered over Richard's back while he knelt to pack up his laptop. 

"So, aside from my undying gratitude," Joy smiled as he stood to walk out, taking a moment to appreciate the obviously toned torso under the tight fitting t-shirt, "what do we owe you?" 

He just smiled again, as he stood aside, gesturing for her to walk out of the booth ahead of him. How adorable, she thought. He's a gentleman. 

They walked together up the steps from the booth to the level with the elevator. She tried not to steal too many glances to check him out. As they waited for the elevator to come, she turned to him. "Seriously, what do I owe you? You really helped us out by coming in on like, no notice and taking care of this." 

"Don't worry about it," he smiled. She was beginning to think that smile should be registered as a lethal weapon. "I was happy to be of service." 

"You can't be serious. You have to be paid for your time." As someone who worked in the arts, Joy knew how often people were asked, or expected, to just provide their services for free since didn't they all love what they do so much anyways? They did, but they also had to pay their mortgages just like everyone else. 

"No, really. It's not a problem. Let me." 

"Well, if you feel that way about it, give me an invoice and I can list it as "gift in kind" and give you a tax receipt at least. The company's registered and..." 

"How about you just buy me a drink, sometime, instead?" 

Joy just laughed at his little joke. It never occurred to her to think of it as a serious come on. For one, he said it too perfectly. She could tell he was being ironic, and just trying to let her politely know he wasn't going to take any form of payment from her. For another, Joy was too busy trying to ignore the rising attraction she felt for him to really notice that he was obviously attracted to her too. 

"Ok then, deal. Drinks it is." She smiled back this time. Even if he probably didn't expect her to follow through, she couldn't help but think it would be nice if she actually did. 

"How about tonight? After the show? The guys gave me tickets as their own thank you. I'd been planning to check this out, anyways. Heard good things." 

Joy was startled. She hadn't expected this. She thought about how late it would be when the show finally wrapped for the night. And how early she had to be there the next morning to review the receipts and make preliminary reports for the board and...  

"Sure. Tonight's great. I'll take you and, um, whomever you bring to the show with you, out for drinks. It'll be fun." 

He chuckled. It was a low rumbling sound that was filled with something else, something more than just mirth. "I wasn't planning on bringing anyone with me." 

"Oh," she was flustered. Damn it, why was she flustered? She was never flustered. "You said 'tickets' and so I just thought, I mean, most people enjoy taking in a show with someone else." 

"I guess you'll be too busy, yourself. You wouldn't be able to sit with me? Give me all the inside scoop? Feed me bits of gossip about the performers during applause?" His smile continued to do her in. 

Joy laughed again. She couldn't help herself. She was astounded that this gorgeous guy seemed interested in her. Not that she was often without interest. She just so rarely felt any back that it seemed too good to be true to have him acting like this now. She did a quick reassessment in her head. No, this wasn't just being polite. He was gently letting her know he was interested. She liked how subtle he was being while still managing to make her feel flush with what he was saying. Being careful with his words. Leaving his true intent open enough to interpretation that she would have some question whether maybe she was reading him wrong. Then leaving no doubt what so ever with the way his eyes were glinting. His entire demeanour appealed to the part of her that loved to curl up on a rainy day with her dog-eared copy of Pride & Prejudice. 

"So long as you aren't offended if I end up having to leave you stranded before curtain or during intermission if any business arises, then I would love to watch the show with you. As a thank you." Joy was careful to add that part. She may have felt eager at the prospect, but there was no reason to let him know that. "We could sit up near the booth. Give you a real insider's look. I could tour you backstage after, if you like." Joy had the vague sense that she could very well be babbling. 

"Alright then, I'll meet you in the lobby. Tonight." Again with that smile. 

"Tonight." She shot him back with one of her own. 

The rest of the day was a blur, for the most part. Her thoughts drifted to Richard every now and then, but it never took long to be distracted by someone needing something. They were pleasant, fleeting moments. She tried not to analyze why it was she kept drifting back to the chuckle of a man she knew next to nothing about and had only just met. After all, she knew why. Deep down. 

There was a half hour before the lobby doors were opened, an hour and a half to curtain. Joy grabbed her purse and slid down into the dressing room area. Finding an empty station, she twisted her hair up into a knot and secured it with a silver clip. Using her compact, she checked it out from a few angles. The way the silver looked so bright against the darkness of her hair made her smile. A quick touch up of her make up, adding some shadow to brighten her eyes and make them seem a little bluer. An effort to hide the growing sense of exhaustion after an already long day. When she finished, she darted out the shop's loading dock and had a quick cigarette. She misted herself with hairspray again after she butted to help the smoke dissipate off her more quickly and popped a breath strip onto her tongue. Hurrying inside, she used the time in the elevator to the lobby to give herself one last check. Hair still in place, skirt smooth, blouse tucked in, heels not scuffed or splattered with anything. The day hadn't worn on her outfit too badly for a change. 

She headed into the lobby and smiled to the theatre staff waiting at their concession stations. She slipped into the office, used a headset to check with the stage manager that the house was set, and told the theatre manager they were ready to open the doors. There was already a horde of people waiting outside to be let in. It gave her a little thrill. She loved when the shows sold well, and not just because of how it would help the bottom line. It made the energy in the theatre so much better. You could see it in the performances. 

Walking around, she greeted various patrons she recognized, smiled welcomingly to strangers she made eye contact with, and made sure the invited guests were all well taken care of. It was while one of their donors was telling her all about her grandchildren's latest exploits that she spotted him. He'd changed into a suit. No tie though, just an open shirt. She loved when guys did that. Nodding in answer to something the woman in front of her had said, that Joy had only barely registered, she watched him, out of the corner of her eye, as he made his way through the lobby. He'd spotted her. She felt downright silly as she realized she had butterflies. He looked so good though, weaving his way through the growing crowd, keeping his eyes on her, smiling that damnable smile. 




Electricity



"Papi what do You want?"

"What do you want to give me?"

"Oh that is a crazy question. Whatever you want, you get. I'm not playing a game here Papi, you know that. But I will not be punished for not asking. I cannot have it used against me if I do not know what you want. I've been there before, played that game."

"I'm not sure what you mean mine."

"You know, where you come back later and say that I didn't satisfy your needs or even care. I care, and I'm here on my knees. I will not disappoint you or not satisfy you. You have 100% access to all your holes and 100% control."

She began to worry. She wasn't sure if this was a game, a test of her loyalty or did he doubt her and himself. She had never seen doubt on Him before but He was human. No, no way could she have Him doubt Himself or her. Her love and devotion to him were not negotiable. They were facts. Like 2+2=4.

"Master?"

He looked up. No "Papi" as she often called him when they were in a playful loving mood. No, she meant business. He tried to keep the smile of pride off his face.

"Yes mine?"

"Permission to speak freely."

"You always have that."

"Yes Master, I know. But I may get blunt and I do not want to be punished for it later." She batted those eyelashes innocently.

Yes, he thought, that is My girl.

"Go ahead my girl."

Taking a deep breath and a quick prayer to say the right thing in just the right way, she began. "I have been accused of thinking you can do no wrong, and I totally agree. You can do no wrong. Even when You are wrong, you're right because you could have been right."

He lowered his head to hide his smile. He smiled because He knew just how lucky he was.

"And Claire warned me in the beginning that I should be sure of us because you love hard and I told her that I do too and that's exactly what I want from you...."

Again, he smiled, this time turning his back to His slave. He thought of Claire and of His slave's trust in her. She would quickly become a slave mentor to His girl. This made him smile because as His slave grew, more and more she trusted her instincts and knew who was good for her and who was bad. Claire was a good one and they both knew it.

Realizing His slave was dead serious with this conversation, He turned around to give her his full attention. Suddenly He heard the stress in her voice. This was not his intent. Ever His intent to stress her. She was glad he'd turned around, but she still could not manage to look Him in the eye. Partly from fear of what she would find, partly from her respect of Him as her Master.

"Before you continue, mine, please look at Me." He said with a directness and forcefulness that did not require He even raise his voice above a whisper. He could see in her eyes her frustration and fear. He thought to himself, "I must put her out of her misery. This is my fault."

Opening his mouth to speak, He was stopped by that one brave tear that dared escape her lovely eyes and roll down her soft brown cheek in defiance of her quivering lip. 

"Mine, look deep into my eyes. Come closer, do not speak, think or move. Just look into my eyes."

And she did just as ordered. She could feel the heat coming off his body as she moved closer to her Master. He sat on the arm of the couch so they could be face to face. She willed herself not to beam with pride in her ultra-tall Master. Quieting her mind and thoughts, she peered into His intense eyes. She tried to ignore the way His long eyelashes curled up so sweetly, like a girls. How hard was it to look at Him and not just want to swoon?! Master ordered her, so hard or not, it had to be done.

How hard was it for Him not to melt looking at her wet eyelashes? All He wanted to do was swoop her up into his massive arms and hold her while she cried. Those were His tears. They belonged to Him, as did everything else she was. But He stilled Himself, and wordlessly stilled her as well. He opened up His heart to her. Wanted her to see everything that was unsaid. Wanted her to feel all that He felt. It was time for her to get a full dose of His power. Uncut. He reached out with His left arm to pull her closer and hold her in case she wobbled.

Slowly she felt His power creep over her. Subtly at first, but she could feel the electricity coming up from her toes. He felt it to and concentrated even harder. She struggled to keep her eyes open. She felt as if she was drowning in His eyes. With no words, He spoke to her. Spoke of their love. Spoke of their future. With no words, He explained all of His recent feelings and frustrations. With no words or movement, He reached inside her. 

The electricity was reaching its plateau. She felt it in her chest. Giving back to Him all the power he generated, she spoke of her fears. She spoke of her love and understanding. Spoke of her having His back regardless of what comes their way. With no words, she opened herself up to Him totally. 

Just when she thought she would have to speak her vision blurred. Her heart felt as if it would explode and her head started to pound. The last thing she remembered was watching her Lover blink and nod, giving her permission. 

She fainted in His arms.

When she awoke, she was in a dark room, in bed. Their bedroom. Slowly she became aware of her surroundings and realized she was naked in His arms. Looking up, her eyes met His intense gaze. 

"Hello Mine, did you have a nice nap?" He said with a big smile.

"What happened?" she asked as she stretched her limbs, feeling well rested.

"You took a full dose of my power. You accepted it and gave it back to Me. That's hard work love. Rest."

Rest? She chuckled. Rest was the last thing on her mind. She snuggled closer to her Master, batting her eyes flirtatiously. Happily discovering that He too, was naked under their covers. He read the lust in her eyes and moved in for a kiss. The electricity was still in the air and the kiss quickly ignited their passion. Making love as only they could, He slowly grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her mouth closer to His. 

She was His. This is what He wanted.



Electricity Palava



This is my first story in literotica. Comments are welcomed.

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I am a Nigerian living with my wife and her sister in Warri in the southern coast. I am john 31, my wife's name is Sandra and she is 29 while my sister is Anna and she just turned 20. In Nigeria, electricity supply is a big problem. Most of the time, there will be no electricity supply to power the home appliances like air conditioners, fans etc. Unfortunately the weather is always hot which make people to get very uncomfortable. One way to get around this problem especially at night is to sleep with all the windows open which allows fresh air into the living apartments. The downside to this is that, if there is supply of electricity suddenly at night, your whole apartment will lay bare to burglars and robbers who are always looking for where to enter and steal. The way to go about the whole thing is, if by the time you want to sleep, there is no electricity, you leave all the windows opened and sleep, however, if there is supply of electricity during the night, somebody has to wake up and close all windows to avoid intruders. As the man of the house it is my duty to carry out this duty of making sure that the windows are closed as necessary and this is what led to this blissful story. We live in a two bedroom apartment with a sitting room. I share one room with Sandra while Anna stays in the other room alone.

My wife, Sandra, is a beautiful plumb woman with a big ass and one of the wettiest pussies you will ever come across. Anna, my sister is a black beauty with nice curves and a waist and ass to die for. I have a wonderful sex life with my wife, as we have sex as much as both of us want. 

I have never seen Anna in a sexual way for two reasons. One, like I said, I have good sex with my wife all the time. Two, incest is a serious taboo in our community such that I have never dreamt that this would happen. All these changed one night when I had to close all windows in the middle of the night. After closing the one in our own room, I went to Anna's room to do the same. When I entered her room, I was shocked at what I met. Here was my sister, sleeping with only white panties on (I easily get turned on by white panties). She was lying on her back with her leg patted, giving me a glorious view of her panty covered pussy and naked breast.

In that instance, I forgot that Anna is my sister and that it is a taboo to even think of having sex with her. All I can see is a beautiful woman exposing her panty covered pussy and her breast to my hungry eyes. My dick swung into action reacting to the erotic site by becoming very hard. For two minutes, I got lost in thought and ecstasy. What should I do? I was awaken from my slumber by a call from wife who just woke up. I quickly close the windows and went back to my room closing the door behind me. When I got back to my room, I couldn't sleep again. When I checked out my wife she has gone back to sleep. What should I do? Should I sneak back into Anna's room? What would be my excuse if my wife should wake up again especially now that she is aware that I have already closed all windows. That's too risky and I quckly dropped the idea.

What I did was to move closer to my wife and put my hand under her sleeping clothes looking for her black pussy. Luckily she was not wearing any underwear and I started rubbing her pussy slowly. She moaned quietly, opened her eyes to look at me then smiled and open her legs wider giving me more access to her pussy. As I continued to rub her pussy, she grab my dick and plead that I should fuck her. I then positioned my dick at the entrance of her pussy and plunged in deep into her. As I fucked her, all my imagination was on the image of Anna I saw earlier. This only fuelled my anxiety and I fucked Sandra, the way I have never done her before.

From that day, I started seeing Anna in a different light and I was looking for a better opportunity to fuck her.

Luck shine on me about a week later when I have myself in a similar situation with the first one except that this one was better. As I entered Anna's room, I met her asleep as usual but this time with a silky skirt. When I adjusted my eyes to the light in the room, I realize that the skirt has risen up and Anna was not wearing any panties. My dick became hard immediately. 

I didn't think twice before I kneel beside the bed and start to rub her pussy. As I rub her pussy, her breathing increases and I can feel her pussy getting wet. This encourages me to put my mouth on her pussy and started sucking her clit.

Suddenly Anna opened her eyes with fear and shock on her face. 

Then she said "What if my sister find out?"

To me, this was more of an agreement to what I was doing than a disagreement. If she doesn't like what I was doing, she won't be bothered about her sister finding out.

I simply replied in hush tone "She is sleeping and beside if she call out, I can always defend the fact that I came to close the windows."

As I was talking, I did not stop rubbing her clit and by now her anxiety has increased as she has opened her leg wider for me. Then she begged me to please fuck her. Who am I to turn down a glorious pussy? I brought out my dick in a flash and enter her warm pussy.



Electricity



"Oh I'm so glad to hear that. I'm sure your granddaughter will have a lovely time in Europe after graduation. That's just like you to treat her to something special. You're always so thoughtful. I'm sorry, would you excuse me a moment?" Joy didn't want to have to do some sort of awkward introduction where she had to admit she had no idea what Richard's last name was. 

"Of course dear," the donor patted Joy's arm before heading off towards the bar. That left her all alone for a brief second, in that sea of people. In the next moment Richard was beside her, smiling as they leaned in and gave one another a quick hug in greeting. 

"Heya." His tan looked amazing framed by the light blue dress shirt under the dark suit. Joy couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a computer guy with a tan. Clearly Richard wasn't the kind of man you could easily pigeonhole. His shirt matched his eyes perfectly; those eyes that seemed to be a little bluer every time she looked into them. She was half way to mesmerized with how the lobby lights were glinting off his blonde hair when she realized she'd been so caught up in enjoying the sights in front of her she still hadn't greeted him back.

"Hi," Joy smiled, hoping she wasn't blushing or anything ridiculous like that. She was just about to ask him if he'd been to much opera before when someone else came up to her to say hello. She smiled apologetically to Richard before she greeted the board member. Time and again, whenever they almost had a chance to say something to each other, they were interrupted by someone needing Joy's attention. He stood back, sipping a drink he'd slid off at one point to get, and just watched her. She tried with varying degrees of success to avoid constantly looking over at him around whom ever she was talking to at the time. She didn't want to appear rude. Yet it was like he had his own gravitational pull. She was so drawn to him. It would have been unsettling if it hadn't felt so natural. 

Eventually the lights were dimmed quickly three times, the familiar digital bells peeled and the announcement was heard that "Curtain time is in two minutes. Two minutes to curtain. Please take your seats." Joy extricated herself from the couple she'd been speaking with and eased over to Richard. Slipping her arm through his playfully, she whispered, "Sorry about all that. Ready?" 

"As you wish." His hand rested over hers tucked into the crook of his elbow. She felt a thousand little tremors shoot through her while she laughed outwardly at his reference. 

"I love that movie," she shared. 

"Me too." 

They settled into their seats and she pointed out to him some of the musicians in the orchestra pit warming up and tuning their instruments. They were flipping through the program together, making small talk, when the lights dimmed and the musicians went quiet. The audience quickly followed suit as the curtain started to rise. Joy sat back into her seat and focussed on the stage. This was one of her favourite moments about her job. Enjoying the culmination of all the hard work. Letting go and allowing everyone else do their job while she just sat back. It was very rare that anything happened once a show started that she could really do much about immediately. She could relax a little. Appreciate the artistry and not worry about details. 

As the overture continued, she went to place her arm on the chair rest, only to find Richard's already there. His other hand covered her retreating forearm and brought it back, laying it down on the now empty armrest. She glanced over at him, and smiled, almost giggling, to find him looking at her. She noticed that he didn't take his hand away from her wrist. 

Joy dragged her eyes back towards the stage. She tried to take a long slow breath in through her nose without it being noticed by Richard. Her heart felt like it was racing. And while it was a pleasurable feeling, she felt a need to put herself in check. This wasn't like her. It usually took her ages to warm up to someone. It made her a little nervous despite, or maybe because of how comfortable she felt around him. She had to keep reminding herself to not get carried away. They probably had little in common anyways. He was a computer geek. She was an arts chick. Mind you, here he was, at the opera... Ok, that was enough of that. She had to pay attention to the show. 

It was beautiful, better than it had been in rehearsal, and she was so pleased for the performers that it had gone well so far. Richard's hand had held her wrist the entire first act. She hoped he hadn't noticed the goose bumps that kept breaking out under his fingers. She could always blame it on the arias. 

They made their way down to the lobby and he went off to the bar to get them each a glass of wine. He was halfway there when she remembered she was supposed to be buying him the drinks tonight, not the other way around, but was stopped by a patron before she got to him. He was back with the drinks just as she was wrapping up the conversation. Before anyone else could stop her she grabbed his arm, signalled to Sheila where she was heading over the crowd in the lobby in case anyone needed to find her for something and led him quickly through the throng. Making sure not to make eye contact with anyone. She punched in the security code and whisked him backstage. There was a park attached to the theatre, accessible only through the back areas. If any of the crew had slipped out for a smoke break, they'd be out behind the loading dock. Patrons didn't have access here. She knew they'd finally get to be alone. 

Of course, she hadn't thought much past getting them out of the craziness of the lobby during intermission so as they stepped out into the cool night, her heels digging into the grass underneath her, she couldn't think of a thing to say. He saved the moment by teasing her that she owed him another round now and before long they were talking and flirting back and forth like old friends. They discussed where they'd each gone to school. How they'd ended up doing what they did now. When she found out the name of the company he owned she remembered having read about significant charitable donations that had happened over the years. It was clear he had a long and impressive track history of philanthropy so she finally didn't feel bad about him not letting her pay for the work he'd done earlier. Somehow they started talking about movies and he had her laughing again as they tried to remember quotes and one up each other with who could be the most obscure. He won. It amazed her how easily the conversation just flowed between them. She hated to do it, but, it would look horrible if she was seen sliding into the theatre after the curtain had gone up for the second act. She reluctantly glanced at her watch. 

"I'm sorry," she said, genuinely meaning it. "But we should probably head back to our seats soon." 

Now. She had meant to say 'now'. 

His fingers found her wrist resting along her hip, and lifted it up towards him. He turned her hand over until he was looking at the face of her watch. Intently. She couldn't believe that her knees were melting over the way he was simply looking at the watch on her wrist. And she was completely unprepared for how soft his lips were as they pressed to the back of her hand. 

It was such an overtly romantic gesture. She nearly swooned. Who WAS this guy? Who did these kinds of things now a days? 

Joy was just about to say something, some light-hearted joke to diffuse the moment, when she suddenly felt the brick wall of the theatre's exterior pressing into her back through her blouse. Richard's hands had moved to her hips and he had pushed her backwards as he'd stepped into her. 

"I never, ever do this," he said, his eyes blazing into hers. "And if you tell me to stop, I will - absolutely - but I am dying to kiss you right now." 

"Wow," she purred back at him, inflecting her voice with just a trace of bemused sarcasm. "That's a really good line." 

He chuckled. She giggled. His eyes were still flashing but his smile was back. He was playful once more, willing to go back to strictly flirting and keeping things polite if he had to. 

"You're right, it is. I'll have to remember to use it again, some time. But right now, as cheesy as it sounds, I really do want to..." 

He never got to finish his sentence. Joy's hands had somehow found their way to his shoulders and she'd pulled him into her as she leaned towards him. Their lips met with a blinding crush. His kiss was as firm as his handshake. Her legs were trembling. Every molecule of her ached to throw him down onto the grass and climb on top of him. Somehow she managed to resist that impulse and instead stayed standing there, feeling him press her into the wall. Feeling his fingers digging into her skin. Feeling the sparks that were passing between them, like lightening bolts. 

That kiss was followed by another, softer one. They drifted apart after a lingering moment and their eyes locked, both of them lightly panting. 

"We should go in, then," he whispered, smoothing some of her hair back off her face. 

"Yeah," she whispered back, rubbing her lipstick off him with her thumb, her voice cracking like a traitor, "we should." 

He tucked his arm around her waist and they headed back inside. She led him to the freight elevator and took him on a shortcut through back stage, up a non-public stairwell and out into the balcony again. They slid into their seats just as the lights started to dim and the orchestra began to play. 

She tried to calm herself enough to watch the rest of the show. It wasn't easy though, with his fingers entwined with hers, his thumb rubbing across the underside of her wrist. She felt like she was in high school again, getting excited about holding someone's hand. Now when she looked over at him, and saw him looking back, she didn't feel like giggling. Instead, she smiled at the surge she felt deep in her stomach. It made it tricky to breathe. It was rather delicious. 

They stood with the rest of the audience for the ovation. The performers looked rightly pleased with themselves as they acknowledged the applause. Joy settled back into her seat, Richard sitting down beside her, and they waited for the crowd to thin out a bit before working their way to the lobby. He busied himself reading the bios on the cast board while she said her goodbyes to various people. Keith gave her a wave on his way out for the night. It was still gorgeous outside and the crowd eagerly headed for the cool spring night, emptying the lobby quickly. Soon they were alone with only the clink of the glasses being cleared out of the bars by the theatre staff. 

"So, want to see more of backstage?" She suddenly felt shy around him. Uncertain. She didn't often feel like that, being confident in so many situations and a part of her relished it. It was a relinquishing of sorts, to admit to herself how his smile made her feel. 

"I'd love to. Lead on." He gestured with out swept arm, reminiscent of one of the baritone's dramatic exits earlier that night. 

Joy giggled as her hand slid into the crook of his arm, so naturally, and they headed through the theatre. Only the blue reserve lights were still on, which always gave the back stage a certain energy. She pointed out some of the riggings, told him what she knew of the building's history, relayed old stories about the famous people who'd graced those same boards they were now walking across. She was telling him about some of the more notorious ghost stories - every theatre had ghost stories - when she felt his arm slip around her waist. She turned to him, questioningly, and was met with an answer in his eyes. 

They stood there, in the wings, hidden from the cleaning staff already making their way through the rows of seats. The universe ground to a halt. There was no lack of electricity now. She could almost see the hum crackling around them. Like they could power the entire building with it. For a moment, she forgot to breathe. 

Richard's hand reached up and his fingers grazed over her jaw, gliding around to cup the back of her head. She could feel his palm resting along the nape of her neck. He deftly undid her hair clip and she giggled with surprise at the gesture as her hair tumbled down around her shoulders. His chuckle in reply was warm, and deeper than before. 

It was barely a pause, just enough time for a breath if either of them had remembered to do so, and then he was kissing her. She marvelled at how soft his lips felt when the kiss itself was so hard. She gasped into his mouth as his fist clenched a handful of her hair and their bodies pressed in against each other. Acknowledging their hunger. Her arms dragged up his and clasped behind his neck. He wrapped his free arm around her and pulled her towards him, growling into her mouth when she rotated her hips, grinding against him. 

They stood there, locked together in the darkened wings, and took their time. Tongues slid back and forth. Lips were nibbled on. Hands roamed. Bodies pressed in tight and swaying together as though sharing a private soundtrack. She was already panting softly into his mouth when he eventually slid his hand in between them, brushing his thumb over her nipple through her blouse. She shivered and moaned into his mouth as he rubbed at her, making the lace of her bra scratch at the sensitive nub. Her thighs squeezed together and she could feel the dampness already. It made her press forward again, grind on him, confirm he was just as aroused as she. 

"Joy..." his voice was deep and hoarse, with a gravelly quality to it. 

Her eyes drifted open as they pulled apart just enough to share a gaze. A girl could drown in those eyes. 

"Yes." She'd meant it to sound more like a question. Funny it hadn't come out that way. 

"I'm going to see you again, aren't I?" He almost looked uncertain for the first time since she'd met him. It completely melted her. 

"Yes..." Joy nodded as she repeated herself. Whatever this was, she wasn't going to let this be the end. It felt far too much like a beginning for that. 

"I know you're going to be busy this week, what with the show and all, but after, I'd love to take you to dinner," he was smiling again. Her answer had reassured him. 

"What, are you backing out of drinks tonight?" Her voice was teasing, taunting him. She couldn't resist the opportunity to flirt. 

"Absolutely not. I just wanted something more to look forward to," he flirted right back with an overly sincere tone to his voice.

They stood there, a moment longer, their arms draped around each other, both of them smiling broadly. 

"Well then," Joy somehow figured out how to use her legs again, and stepped back from him, "let's go have that drink." 

"As you wish." They both laughed at what had already become an inside joke. She was grateful the breeze was cool as they stepped outside through the stage door. 

"There's a couple of places around here, and I know a few in my own neighbourhood. Did you bring a car? Do you live far?" There she went, babbling again. 

He chuckled as he told her he'd taken a cab, lived downtown, and would be happy with wherever she suggested. They hopped into her car and headed for one of her favourite lounges. Unfortunately, when they got there, they realized that a game must have just let out from the nearby arena. It was packed with celebratory hockey fans in play-off frenzy. Fun, but not the sort of atmosphere either of them was in the mood for. 

"Well, this isn't such a good idea," Joy paused, thinking of where else to try, cursing the wasted time, thinking about that early morning. 

"I forgot about the game too," he offered, smiling at her furrowed brow, chuckling as he watched her try to think of an alternate plan. "You know..." 

His sentence died off and he got that flash in his eyes again. 

"What?" she asked, sounding more breathless than she would have liked. 

"I don't live far from here, just a couple of blocks. Over there." He pointed to a high-rise condo complex visible over the immediate buildings. "I think I've got a couple of bottles of wine on hand. We should be able to find something to suit us." 

It was Joy's turn to hesitate. Forget the fact that she had the early morning, she barely knew this guy. True, he was Brent's friend. Keith had mentioned that. So he couldn't be a bad guy since Brent was so down to earth. And he owned a reputable company. Surely if he was some sort of serial killer it would have been in the papers. Still, you never know. Could be some sort of sexual deviant. He didn't look like a deviant though. Then again, she supposed they never do. Mind you, he'd given her no indication he was anything other than a gentleman. It had been her who'd leaned in for that first kiss, technically. Besides...she wanted to. She wanted to say yes to him. 

"That sounds lovely," she managed, her smile soft.  

He slipped his jacket off and slid it over her shoulders, tucking his arm around her waist as he led her off. They talked during the brief walk, discovering more about each other with every step. They both loved to go cycling and made vague, tentative plans. They both loved to travel. She wishing she had the means to get away more often. He, seemingly not with the same problem, relating some of his favourite vacation spots. The increasing tension between them, attraction growing with each moment, was palpable as they rode the elevator up to his floor. She felt a surge of butterflies as he turned his key in the lock and let them both in, holding the door open for her. Still a gentleman. 

She took in his condo, his home, as he headed into the kitchen for the wine, some glasses and a corkscrew. "In there or out on the balcony?" he called out to her. 

"Oh, the balcony, please. It's so nice out tonight." Fresh air would be good. It might cool her down enough so that she didn't throw herself at him. 

"I was hoping you'd say that," his eyes twinkled as he came back into the room, juggling their supplies, and managed to somehow get the patio door open with out dropping anything. She stepped out first, and settled onto a cushioned bench that was against the wall, looking out on the lights of the city twinkling below them. 

He poured the wine, but it sat untouched on a side table. The moment he sat down they instantly fell into each other again. They kissed, rocking together on the bench, jockeying to entwine their bodies. His hand was sifting up and down her spine and she was starting to feel light headed already. Her mind was racing, telling her this was crazy, she shouldn't be doing this, but regardless she felt her tongue pushing past his lips and into his mouth. 

By the time his hand had slid up under her untucked blouse, she didn't care anymore. Didn't care if it was improper, if it would open her up to being vulnerable. She just wanted him. And wanted him to have her. 

He expertly traced slow patterns over her stomach, her ribs, her back. His hand never ceased roaming all the time their mouths fed off each other. Her back arched as his palm rubbed under her breast, cupping it just above the wire in her bra. His fingers splayed out across her, making her writhe against him. Building the want in her. 

Her own hands were exploring as well. Travelling over the muscles in his back, fingertips lingering over the outline of his toned abdomen, surprising her with just how solid he was. His skin was so warm. He was giving off heat, and it made her feel a tremor deep in her core. She was finding it difficult to breathe again. 

He was murmuring something so quietly she could barely hear it over her moans. "God, you feel so good...so soft..." His words made her flush. He had no need to flatter her now. She was practically clinging to him, sucking at his throat as he mauled her breast, his fingers finding their way in under the lace. She shivered as he delicately played with her aching nipple, and gasped when he surprised her with a tentative pinch. The fact that she didn't pull away, that she pushed into his hand, her back arching even more, made him dig his fingers into her flesh, squeezing, rubbing, twisting. 




Electricity



She was momentarily taken aback when he pulled away suddenly and sat up. She was on fire, aching for his touch to return. She understood when his fingers reached for the buttons on her blouse, and her own hands lifted to help him. Together they unfastened it and were back to kissing each other madly as soon as the fabric fell open, the cups of her bra resting under her breasts where he had wedged them. Her nipples rubbing against his shirt. That soon frustrated them as well, and they both tugged it off him a mere moment later. 

She thought she might melt completely at the feel of his bare chest pressing into her. That heat. It was so intense. She couldn't stop rocking and rubbing against him. His mouth felt like it was everywhere. On her lips. Her throat. Sucking at her earlobe. When he clasped around her nipple, she arched into him so much that she lifted herself up off the bench. 

He held her tight, one of his arms wrapped around her waist, supporting her lower back, bringing her up to his mouth. His other hand had eased down to her leg, gliding slowly over her skirt along her thigh. Joy's breaths were coming in short ragged bursts, punctuated each time his teeth tugged at a nipple. 

His hand seared her as he slid it up under her skirt and rested it along her bare thigh. Her legs fell open instinctively and she blushed as she felt her hips push her out, towards him. His fingers teased over her, roaming higher only to drag back down to her knees, skimming along the inside, scratching along the tops. He was toying with her. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered the tease. Any frustration she might have felt was easily assayed by the fact that she loved every moment of it. 

She lost herself to the sensations he was creating. His fingers now playing along the seam of her legs, so close to her sex. His mouth sucking at her breasts, alternating between them, his saliva making her shiver as it cooled and evaporated. His hair tickling her throat as she writhed against him, completely lost in how he was making her feel. 

She whimpered when his fingers slid under her panties and over her already wet folds. She gasped as he swiped his thumb over her clit. "Richard..." she moaned into his mouth, unable to finish her sentence when he twisted a finger inside her. Her hips lifted in response as she pushed towards him. That low burn was beginning deep in her core and emanating out through her skin. She felt like she was glowing. 

"Hmmm?" He murmured, his lips against her throat now, his mouth pressed to her, his palm rubbing at her clit as he eased his finger in and out of her. Stroking her deep inside. 

Joy didn't even bother trying to answer. Her fingers were digging into his arms as she clung to him. Her one leg had lifted up to stretch across his lap as the other angled away, towards the ground. She had opened up to him, to his touch. Her hips were rolling, making her push onto his finger. The tension was escalating inside, and she started to gulp for breath. He felt her walls flutter and kept his finger pumping, the heel of his hand never letting up the pressure on her clit. His mouth clamped onto her nipple once more. He was relentless. 

She came in a shuddering rush, gasping, holding it in her throat as her body tensed again. And again. Tremors kept thundering through her. A strangled sound slipped out past her clenched teeth as she continued to crest. Her breaths had become shallow. She was panting, trying to find air. Whimpering and moaning as the aftershocks rippled. 

He slowed his finger and just held it in her, twisting it around lazily. It made his palm grind onto her throbbing clit and her nails dug into him deeper in answer. His mouth was making its way over her throat, up along her chin, finally pressing against her own. She kissed him madly, still riding her orgasm. She couldn't stop the whimper of protest when he slipped his finger out of her, his hand moving out of her panties and reaching around to cup her ass. She purred, though, as his fingers grasped her flesh. And squealed with surprise as he stood swiftly, lifting her up with him. 

He chuckled at her reaction and she had to giggle herself, especially with the blush she felt spread out over her cheeks. She really had no business getting shy with him now. 

They never stopped kissing all the while he carried her inside, walking her to his bedroom and depositing her on the soft mattress. Her opened blouse spread out under her like a fan of silk. His arm still behind her back, he lifted her towards him while his free hand slid the fabric off her shoulders, down her arms and let it rustle to the floor. As he laid her back into the pillows he paused and she felt that blush return as his gaze travelled over her. The look in his eyes was overwhelming. 

Joy's arms lifted and she reached for him, her fingers playing across his bare stomach. He slid his hand from the small of her back up between her shoulders and, without her even realizing what he was doing until he was done, managed to unclasp her bra. Reaching around to her front, he gripped the lace and tugged forward, pulling it off her, the straps scratching down her arms in his haste. A mere zipper never stood a chance and soon she found herself wriggling into the mattress, helping as he slid the skirt down her legs. Leaving her in nothing but her panties, he nestled himself in next to her, stretching out and pulling her against him. 

Her hand roamed between them, seeking out the belt on his pants. "Not yet," he murmured softly into her ear, nuzzling into her mass of hair as his hands started to toy with her again. She whimpered, tried to protest, but was soon overcome by the onslaught on her nipples. Richard rolled Joy onto her back, and lifted her arms up over her head, leaving her to grip the headboard behind her. Her body was stretched taut as she arched, aching for his mouth to latch onto her. Which is precisely what he did, letting his hand journey down over her stomach and toy with the elastic at the waistband of her panties. 

She dropped one of her hands to his head, gripping a fistful of his golden hair as she held him to her, writhing again as his tongue rolled. Flicked. Swiped. Licked. Her hips lifted her up off the bed as his hand slid into her panties again. He dragged his entire palm through her folds. Down and up. Down and up. Rubbing her, making her feel a little desperate. She tried again to reach for him, wanting to touch him, feel him. 

He would have none of it. Whenever Joy's fingers moved close to his belt, he'd use his free hand to gently lift hers away. She was about to question him, ask if everything was ok, but the words flew out of her head as he lowered himself, his mouth dragging down her torso, over each rib, making her shiver and tremble. She could tell from his moan as he skimmed over her that everything was just fine. He paused a moment and sucked at her hipbone. She purred as she felt his chin glance over her mound, his mouth continuing to move lower. Her hands were trying to reach for him, needing to feel him, but he had moved too low. She tried to sit up but he just locked his gaze with hers. Smiled that smile of his. Lazily, dramatically, with those eyes glimmering back at her, stretched the fabric of her panties to one side. 

She was frozen, unable to move, forgetting to breathe all over again. She could feel the heat of his breath on her folds. Suddenly his head dipped lower, his gaze never leaving hers, and she felt his mouth wrap around her clit. It completely exceeded her anticipation. She thought she might faint. 

Richard was paying attention to her reactions. He quickly tugged off her panties and dug his fingers into her thighs, spreading her legs further apart. It also served to hold her hips relatively still, countering the occasional bucking but not stopping her completely. Now and then she would undulate beneath him, grinding her upwards. Onto him. The faintest beginnings of stubble could be felt on his cheeks as her thighs clenched when the quivers flared up. It made her moan. That spurred him on. 

She felt the world shift, as though she'd been spinning in circles and had stopped suddenly and started spinning the other way. His finger had pushed back into her. She closed her eyes and her mouth fell open in a tiny, silent oh as he feasted on her clit. Her hands were gripping the bedcovers in her fists. He coaxed a second finger inside her to join the first just as she started to cum again. Her body thrashed under him, her skin flushing pink as she cried out. Those gasps and gulps for air returned and she felt the vibration of his moan against her where his mouth still pressed firmly. Her eyes flashed open and she looked down, seeing him there, between her legs, those blue eyes of his glinting up at her as he lapped at the copious cream drooling out of her core. 

"Oh my god," she was still panting, wanting to say something more, not sure what, completely unable to think clearly. 

He lifted himself up onto his elbow, using his free hand to swipe at his glistening chin, flashing her a deadly smile. She trembled at the sight of him covered in her. He eased his fingers out and, ever so lightly, played through her slit, letting the aftershocks slow down, ebb out of her. She closed her eyes again, purring softly in her throat. She couldn't remember having felt this good. She'd been working such long hours lately. He had made her so relaxed. Had pushed every ounce of tension out of her body. She felt like a big marshmallow, about to dissolve at any moment. 

Her hands found his shoulders and he slid up along her body, resting at her side. His fingers had moved onto other locales, skimming over her hip, down her thighs, back up to tease around her belly button. They leaned towards each other at the same time, finding one another in a kiss. It was so tender. She could still feel the glow pulsing through her. She wondered if he could feel it too when he gently sucked at her lower lip. 

"Close your eyes," he whispered, "let me just hold you a moment. You feel so good in my arms." 

She blushed again, warmed by the sentiment, more than happy to comply. He felt so good in her arms too. She pressed into his heat and nuzzled her face against his throat. Her eyes drifted closed and her breathing started to slow. She purred as his fingers played with her hair, scratched up and down her spine. She loved the way he smelled. Cologne. Soap. A little bit of her. An aftershock sent another tremor flashing through her. 

The sound of a door closing shut and the jangling of keys being dropped onto a table woke her up. She was disoriented, groggy, completely unaware of where she was. She jolted up and discovered she was in a bed, under cozy sheets and then she remembered immediately. Those eyes. Soft lips. Strong fingers. She was just finishing a shiver, recalling the orgasms, when Richard walked into the room, a massive cardboard cup of coffee in one hand, a glass of ice water in the other. His smile made her feel like it was Christmas morning. 

"Ah, you're awake. I was going to give you five more minutes before I roused you. I'd gotten out of the habit of stocking coffee so I just slipped out for some. I wasn't sure how you took it so I got black, but I have milk and sugar if you want." 

Joy ran her fingers through her hair, finding it a tousled mess, and glanced around locating a clock on the bedside table. It was early. She'd still have lots of time to get home and get ready for another long day at the theatre. And then the rest of the memory of the previous night burned through her consciousness as the last vestiges of sleep shook themselves off her. 

"Oh my god!" Her hand flew to her mouth, covering it, her eyes wide in a look of complete mortification. "I fell asleep on you, didn't I?" She was already cringing, embarrassed and blushing a bright pink. 

His chuckle was completely disarming. "Yes, you did." He paused, letting her squirm a little more before continuing. Just for the fun of teasing her. "But it's ok, Joy." His eyes were soft as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, handing her the cup of coffee. She gratefully took a sip, feeling it burn her tongue. 

"No, it's not. It's horrible. I can't believe I did that. I just...you had made me...I was so completely relaxed...." His chuckle made her realize she was babbling again. 

"I know. And yes, it is ok. I wanted you to." 

"You wanted me to fall asleep on you?" She was incredulous. 

He laughed. "Well, yes. I did. Sort of," he whispered, like a co-conspirator, as he reached up and brushed her messy hair out of her face. "I wanted to be with you. But more than that, I wanted to experience you. I wanted to make you feel that soaring high. And then when you had, it was so amazing to get to watch, to feel you let go. You were so beautiful. To have had some part in giving you that...I was happy. You felt so soft and warm. When I felt your breathing slow, well, I wanted to let you stay relaxed and get a good sleep. You had a long day yesterday. I figured you needed it." 

"Are you for real?" Joy had meant her question seriously, but as his eyes twinkled with his smile at her reaction, she found herself giggling. 

He made great show of pinching himself on the arm. "Yup. Seem to be." 

She giggled again, then sipped her coffee some more. He crawled back into the bed with her and wrapped her up in his arms. She rested her head on his chest. They talked while finishing their drinks about the upcoming week. A meeting he had later that day, her plans to sleep for at least thirty-six hours when the show ended. Eventually it was time for her to go or she'd be late getting to work. As it was, they spent so long kissing goodbye at her car after he'd walked her to it that she was a little rushed getting ready once she got home. Not that she minded. 

She didn't even try to get him out of her thoughts as she drove to the theatre. She couldn't wait to see him again. He'd given her all his contact information before they'd left his condo and she'd returned the favour. She enjoyed a moment of gleeful thrill when her cellphone rang and she saw the display. 

"Hi there," she giggled at him. It had been less than an hour since she'd driven away. 

"Heya," he chuckled back at her, self-effacingly. "I was hoping you'd forget something here so I'd have an excuse to call, but I just did a thorough search. I got nothing." 

Joy laughed. She loved the way even the sound of his voice made her feel warm. "Nothing, eh? Well then, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" 

"You. It's all you. I needed to hear you again. I hope you don't mind?" His tone was so playful, taunting her, letting her know that he knew she wouldn't mind in the least. 

"No, I don't mind." Joy had pulled up to the theatre already and slid out of the car, grabbing her bag and slamming the door behind her. 

"Are you already there?" He had heard the car door. 

"Yeah, I am." She was disappointed; it meant she'd have to hang up on him. 

"Well, you better go then. Have a great day. I'm sure it'll all go well. Call me later, when you get home. If you like." 

She smiled a moment before replying. "I'd like that a lot. Thanks. I will." 

"Until then." 

"Mm hmm. A bientôt." She could hear him growling softly as they both clicked off. 

She was still smiling as she headed into the lobby. Flashes of the previous night and this morning were all vying for her attention at once. It made her feel a little lightheaded to have so many of them racing around in her mind at once. 

"Well, looks like someone beat me to it today." It was Sheila, standing there, smiling an especially cheeky smile. 

"Sorry?" Joy snapped out of her reverie and tried to focus in on the present. "Beat you to what? You're here first." 

Sheila laughed and handed off a cardboard cup to Joy. "There's only one reason you'd have a smile like that this early in the day. Someone's already given you coffee." 

"Hmm...." Joy hid her grin behind the cup. "Someone certainly did."