If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please do not proceed any further. 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. Copyright Notice: This material is copyright, 2012, by the author at J21742@gmail.com. All rights reserved. I specifically grant the right of downloading and keeping one electronic copy for your personal reading so long as this notice is included. Reposting requires previous permission. You may not post this story on any website for financial gain, or otherwise use it for financial gain. All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. If you enjoyed this story you can email me at J21742@gmail.com.