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Im Not an Electrician, Maam, But Ill Certainly Take a Look A true story of a recent Sunday afternoon

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I awoke last Monday morning to find this text in my mailbox:

"Good morning .... I am not sure .... But I had a dream that a good looking hot electrician was at my place last night making me drinks while he completed several "tasks" for me....."

I dropped by the Delamar in Southport late Sunday afternoon to install six dimmer switches in a friend's flat. A previously promised favor, all on the up and up, and as it was nearing the cocktail hour, I put bottles of No. 209 gin, Carpano Antica sweet vermouth and Campari in my tool bag to make Negronis.

My friend met me in the garage. She is a very attractive 50 year-old-divorced blond, a daily spinner and a championship rower. She has the breeding and manners that belie her southern upbringing, and is truly Fairfield County prim and proper. She knows I am into the kink scene but is not a player herself.

So, on the way up to her flat, I assume the character of a slightly-peeved electrician who has had to leave the Sunday football games to handle an emergency call. She laughs it off, but I stay in character, and she is soon playing along.

We get into the flat, and I say that I work better and faster after a drink or two. She invites me to make the cocktails, so it's two ounces of each into an ice-filled shaker, a slow stir and a strained pour into two ice-filled low-ball glasses garnished with orange peel. A toast, a sip and I get to work.

I'm on my second dimmer switch and am beginning to perspire in the warm flat. She notices and asks if I would be cooler without my shirt. I thank her for the suggestion and unbutton and slowly remove it. So, now I'm working slick and shirtless in my jeans, and she begins to run her fingernails slowly up and down my back. Her hands work their way around to my nipples, and she kneads them until they are hard pellets. I slowly turn to face her, take her head into my hands and begin to tease her lips with my tongue and her face with my thumbs. Soon, my tongue and a thumb are in her mouth and she sucks greedily on each as I grasp her long hair and pull her head back. My tongue works it's way down her neck, and I am soon sucking tightly on her nipples alternating quickly from one to the other, while my fingers sketch circles on her ribs and belly. And then, my hand is in her crotch and I am massaging her lips and clit through her jeans. I grasp her hair again and pull her head back. She is breathing hard and moaning and pushing her swollen cunt against my hand.

I know how I like her to cum, so I unbutton the front of her jeans and slide my hand in between her legs. I massage her clit through her lace thong and soon have the tips of my index and middle fingers pressing against her washboard textured G-spot. I am finger fucking her through her thong as we stand against the wall. The more I rhythmically press and release, the more swollen her lips and the wetter she becomes. She is moaning constantly, calling me Daddy and writhing like a serpent. I push harder and faster and massage her perineal membrane and command her to cum. I tell her that it's MY cum, and I want every last drop, and I want it NOW. And she fucking explodes. I keep pressing my fingers against her G-spot and use my thumb to massage her clit. She squirts what feels like a cup of juice into my hand. I want more and tell her to give it to me. She squirts again. And again. And again. My hand and forearm are slick with her juice, her thong and jeans are soaked, yet still she pumps.

She asks to go to the bathroom, and I follow her in. She drops her jeans and sits on the toilet seat and begins to pee. I kneel in front of her and begin to massage her clit and finger fuck her pussy while she pees. She does not resist, and Daddy kisses her softly on the cheek and tells her what a good girl she is. I am soon fisting her and pressing my thumb hard into her G-spot, and lo and behold, the little bitch starts to squirt again. The more I push, the more she squirts. She is still sitting on the seat, but her back is arched, her head is back and she is screaming while she pulses gushers of juice. Her squirting makes me fucking crazed, and my cock is rock hard. I stand up, unzip my jeans, release it and shove my swollen purple head into her mouth. I fuck her face until her eyes go wide and she gags. This makes me even crazier. She runs her nails across my ball sack, separates my balls and begins to milk each while she sucks my cock. She puts her finger into my asshole and presses against my prostate until I am quivering. I fucking blow. Spurt after spurt of thick white hot cum straight down her throat. Perfectly timed to her prostate massage.

I'm about to send her a bill for $452. $90.40 is top of scale for electricians in Fairfield County, but I provide extra special customer service. ;-)

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