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Author: Julie Derecho

Title: The Maintenance Man, Part One

Summary: Harold begins his new job as a maintenance man at a large
apartment complex.

Keywords: MF, CONS, FISTING





   Harold cringed when he saw the handicap shopping cart parked on the lawn
of building 22.  He started to ask himself why they had to do this shit,
but he already knew the answer; these people were fucking savages. 
Instead, he just sucked it up and started to pushing the heavy, electric
contraption towards his workshop.  As always, the battery was dead, and
he'd have to recharge it before being able to drive it back to the grocery
store that fronted the apartment complex.  Other than the morning clean-up
duties, he didn't mind his new job.  And Harold considered himself lucky to
even have it.  He just had to learn how to make peace with the task of
going around early each day with his own little cart picking up the dog
shit, paper, beer cans, liquor bottles, condoms, and shopping carts.  His
old-man had taught him two things: it was never easy being low man on the
totem-pole, and you had to pay your dues as you worked your way up, because
you didn't get to start at the top.


   After his slow cruise to the supermarket to return the stolen machine,
he reported back to the maintenance office to check his clipboard and see
what what his boss, Steve, had assigned for him to do.  As usual, Steve was
leaning back in his desk chair studying his computer monitor.  Harold knew
he was looking at porn, but that wasn't his business.  That was another
lesson his old-man had taught him: watch your own lane.  Besides, his
co-worker, Randy, had already warned him that Steve had a bad-temper. 
According to Steve's notes, he was supposed to visit unit, 2A in building 3
and fix a clogged bathtub drain.  Harold grabbed his toolbox and headed
that way with a smile, because with his morning rounds done, as far as he
was concerned, the shitty part of the day was already over with.


   Ms.  Allen answered the door within seconds of Harold ringing the bell.
She looked panicked and had clearly been awaiting his arrival.  Apologizing
several times along the way, she immediately led him to the master bathroom
of the small apartment and showed him her tub, still half-filled with soapy
water and dark matter, that he guessed to be pubic hair floating about. 
She looked to be in her early thirties, and Harold figured her for single
or married without children, being that it was a one-bedroom unit.  With a
chubby, round-face and straight brown hair that matched her eyes and
dangled on her shoulders, she wasn't nothing special to look at, but she
did have a nice rack.  Harold knew there was only one way to fix this, and
rolled up his sleeve before sticking his hand into the milky-white, soapy
mess and unscrewing the chrome stopper.  As the nasty water began to swirl
around Harold's arm and disappear into the drain, Ms.  Allen let out
another apologetic burst about how sorry she was.  How to react during
these situations was often a hot topic of discussion in the maintenance
office when things were slow.  Steve liked to brag that he enjoyed making
these women feel real bad about what they'd done.  Harold decided to give
it a try, telling her that this was what happened when she let the hair on
her thing get too long.  With the water now drained, he pointed out the big
gobs of her pubic hair that had caused the drain to become clogged.  Then,
pretending he was angry, he started pulling them out of the opening to the
pipe and tossing them into the rear of the bathtub.  After several, large
globs of her dark, brown fur had smacked against the tub wall, Ms.  Allen
began crying, but that didn't deter Harold, he just kept fishing more and
more out; telling her in a gruff voice to go fetch him a trash can.  Once
he was satisfied that he'd gotten it all, Harold had her hold the trash can
for him as he scraped her pubes from the sides of the tub and deposited
them in there.


   Maybe Steve wasn't so dumb after all, Harold decided.  His old-man had
always insisted that he be as nice as can be to women, but his boss was
clearly onto something here.  As he washed his hands and arms in the
bathroom sink, Harold told Ms.  Allen that he sure hoped her man enjoyed
having her thing all nice and smooth after what he'd just went through to
fetch her trimmings out and unstop the drain.  He was shocked to learn,
when, with tears streaming down her face, Ms.  Allen broke down and
confessed that she didn't have a man.  Steve had told him that after you
break them down, you build them back up, so he decided to give it a try,
telling her that she was much too good-looking not to have a man.  That
seemed to perk her up a little and she quit crying.  Her reaction gave
Harold some indication that Steve's weird shit just might really work, and
he laid it on even thicker, adding that with her big titties and shaved
pussy, he couldn't believe men weren't hitting on her everywhere she went.
Ms.  Allen insisted that Harold start calling her Lisa.


   As he was preparing to leave, Lisa told Harold once again that she felt
really bad about causing him to have to come by and fix the mess that she'd
caused, and asked him if there was anything she could do to make up for her
mistake?  He pretended to think for several moments, and then told her she
could show her trim job to him.  Without really giving her any time to
consider it, Harold encouraged her to get up on the bed and show him her
kitty.  When Lisa did exactly as told, he decided right then and there that
was he was going to buy Steve a six-pack on payday.  This was fun.


   Sprawled out on the bed in her dress that consisted of pink and yellow
flowers on a white background up around her waist, Lisa asked Harold if he
liked her pussy?  He decided it was time to bust her back down a little,
telling Lisa that she had a nice cunt, but she was a kinda big for him, and
that he wouldn't fuck her unless she lost at least twenty pounds.  Before
she could start bawling again, Harold reached down and ran a couple of his
fingers up and down her gaping slit and told her, he could do a little
something for her though.  He could tell that she liked him fondling her
because she pressed her mound against his hand each time he stroked her. 
After a few more passes from the entrance of her vagina to her clit with
his digits, he could feel her getting wet.  Harold told her really needed
to go because he had another resident waiting, but Lisa didn't want him to
stop stroking her, or leave.  Harold said she would have to make it worth
his while if he was going to piss his boss off from being there so long. 
Lisa responded by completely removing her dress to show him her big tits as
well.  As Harold admired her large breasts and thimble-sized nipples, he
kneaded and tugged on her meaty labia.  Her cunt juice was becoming ever
hotter, transitioning from wetness to a slippery froth.  Harold started
fucking her with his big fingers, at first using just two, but as she
relaxed, he found that they were barely filling her, so he added a third,
and fucked her even harder.  Lisa clutched her knees, drew them up past her
hips, and spread herself completely open for him.  Harold took that as an
invitation, inserting four fingers into her, and forcing her cream to drip
out and run down the crack of her ass.  He had always wanted to fist-fuck a
chick and decided that unless she started screaming enough to cause him
stop him, he wasn't going to.  As Lisa continued to ride his fingers,
Harold started working his thumb in also.  Harold wondered if she knew, or
even cared how much he was stretching her cunt?  Lisa didn't resist, so he
kept going.


   When Harold leaned over her on the bed, grabbed one her of nipples, and
pinched it violently, Lisa let out a loud yelp that morphed into a long,
continuous wail of half pleasure and half pain when his fist slipped
completely into her.  Harold had read about a man doing this to a woman in
an adult story, and to ease the pain, the guy had massaged the girl's clit
until she grew accustomed to his hand inside her.  Harold tried it, and
sure enough Lisa slowly began to respond.  Then, little by little, she
began to rock back and forth.  Lisa knew she was Harold's prisoner, as long
as his fist remained closed, she was impaled and couldn't escape.  Harold
brought her to orgasm by stroking her tiny prick with his thumb.  Lisa
bucked wildly on his arm, unable to free herself.  When her breathing
eventually slowed and the contractions stopped, Harold relaxed his hand and
withdrew it.  Lisa let out another painful squeal, but smiled up at him in
approval to let him know she was ok.


   Lisa's eyes were half-closed and she was too drained to move as Harold
went back into the bathroom to wash his hands, yet again, and fetch his
clipboard.  He put a checkmark next to her name and problem and told her
that he would let himself out.





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