Message-ID: <15346eli$9809160537@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15346.txt> From: Ben Doone <bendoone@bigfoot.com> Subject: Customer Service (MM, GS, spank, etc.) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <35FE76BD.178@bigfoot.com> This is, of course, fiction. If it were true, I'd be doing it, not writing about it. All names, descriptions, etc. are fictitious. Customer Service (MM, gs, spank, etc.) I got the short straw and had to go out to the site of the Customer from Hell. He wanted his server upgraded, and he wanted it done on a Sunday afternoon so that it wouldn't interfere with his making money (they are a small brokerage and they really *do* need to have it working while the market is open). And we're all salaried, so we don't get a bonus for working on the weekend, even though we charge *him* more. Anyway, it's my sorry lot to be heading up there. This would be my first time at that particular customer's office, although I had heard the stories about what a prick this guy was, I figured that I could be in and out in under two hours and then it would be *over*. I double-checked to make sure I had everything I needed and some extra stuff, too, in case of trouble. The adage is that it's better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. Also, I have a mystical belief that if you're totally prepared for every potential failure mode, that everything will go smoothly. Accordingly, I had extra cabling, connectors, two copies of the network software and a couple of extra network cards in addtion to my regular toolkit. When I got there, the building was looked, so I called their office on my cellphone and got their recorded message detailing their office hours and asking me to enter my party's extension, if I knew it. I didn't, so I called my boss and he gave me the guy's number. I called again and this time, I actually got him on the line. He came down to let me in and when I saw him come down the hallway to the glass doors, I almost choked. The man walking toward me looked to be in his early thirties, but somehow he seemed to have a *presence* that most men don't acquire till they've faced down middle age. He had the black hair and dark skin that his Arabic name had suggested, but I thought he would be shorter. First, we went to the server room and I installed the new software. While I was doing that, he was telling me exactly how he wanted me to configure each workstation. I listened to his voice and knew that I would do whatever he asked because the Customer Is Always Right. When I made a typo in the config and had to reboot, he asked me if this sort of upgrade was part of my usual job duties or was I the junior tech who got stuck doing all the weekend work. I explained that I had done this many times before and that there was no excuse for my making that typo and jokingly suggested that someone should spank me. He stared into my eyes for a moment and said, clearly. "If you make any more stupid mistakes, I will do just that." I assured him that I would do my best not to, and the server installation was quickly finished and I went to do the first workstation. And, I screwed it up. Badly. When he saw me go to my bag for the second box of disks, he asked what I was getting. I explained that I needed to boot from the floppy because I messed up and the hard drive wouldn't boot because of the bad hardware address I'd put in there. "Come here," he said, not raising his voice. I got up from behind the desk and walked over to where he was sitting in one of the "guest" chairs in the office. "I'm really sorry," I babbled, feeling like a moron. "You definitely are one of the sorrier techs I've seen. Take down your pants," he continued. "What? Why?" I stammered as I felt my face going red and my cock stiffening. "I am going to give you the spank that you said you needed. Do it now or I will call Rob on the phone and tell him just how sorry you really are." I moved quickly, unfastening my belt and dropping my pants. "Your undershorts, too." he said, retrieving a length of cable from my open bag on the desk. I hesitated -- I didn't want him to see my stiff cock. He pushed a button on the phone and I heard a dial-tone. Quickly I pulled down my shorts. "Ah, I see. You *like* the idea of my spanking you?" Dumbly I nodded. "Bend over and hold your ankles." I did. "I want you to count each one or I give it again." I nodded and braced myself. Thwack! "One," I said as the cable bit into my ass. Thwack! "Two," I gasped -- it stung more than I expected. He counted twenty strokes. His hands felt cool as he stroked my hot ass. "Now, maybe you will remember better." I started to rise. "Stay there, I'm not finished!" I heard him rummaging through my bag. Then I heard the sound of his zipper. "You stupid bastard," he said. "Fuck you stupid bastard. I'm going to shove this up your ass." But, what I felt next was a stream of hot piss on my asscheeks. "You stinking idiot! Piss on you!" he chanted while I felt his piss running down my thighs and down my crack onto my balls and onto my shirt. I was panting. I wanted him to give it to me. I heard him move close behind me and felt something cold against my rectum. I tensed -- I had been hoping for his cock but I think he had one of my screwdrivers and was pushing the handle against my butthole. This was *not* what I wanted, "No, please, I'm sorry," I said and he just shoved it into me. "Up yours! Up your ass!" he said, moving it in and out. "Up your ass you fucking asshole!" It was wild! It felt so hot having this man shove a screwdriver up my ass. I started to moan and his words were becoming whispered and less distinct as he was getting hot, too. He pulled the screwdriver out and told me to get on my knees. I didn't hesitate. He walked around in front of me and I saw his monster dick. I knew what he was going to want next. "Now, I will shut your mouth, you fucking moron," he said as he grabbed my face and fed his cock into my mouth. "Take it all, you little bastard!" I could scarcely breath as he thrust his large cock into my face and down my throat. He held my head firmly as he pounded my face almost whispering now, "Cocksucking bastard, fucking asshole, up your ass". I was almost ready to explode from the smell of him and the feel of his big cock in my mouth. Then, he pulled my face onto him and held until I was sure I wasn't going to ever breathe again. "Now," he whispered, "you drink from a real man!" and he shot in my throat. I couldn't do anything else -- I swallowed it all. He pulled out and stuck his limp cock back into his pants and headed toward the door. "And clean up this mess you've made." ----------------------------------------------------------- This is my second story. 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