Arrested by the Cableman
Tom Raimbault
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Arrested by the Cableman
Company vans never offered air conditioning for the cable TV installers and service technicians. On a sweltering-hot summer afternoon like this, the Cableman wished he had it. But, as management believed, air conditioning would only weaken a worker's ability to tolerate heat while working outdoors. The Cableman had no choice but to wear his short-sleeve shirt and drink plenty of beverages on days like this.
But beverages were the last thing on the Cableman's mind as he turned onto the off-beaten path near one of the local forest preserves. The Cableman was smart. Where-as most installers called in their routes upon completion; the Cableman waited until close to 5:00, quitting time, before announcing his route complete. That way, he could enjoy some leisure time while on the job.
No one ever ventured to this off-beaten path of the forest preserve, at least to the Cableman's belief. Being the case, he felt safe from watching eyes that could call the number on his truck and report suspicious activities. The Cableman reached behind his seat for a fully-packed, 3-foot graphic-slider-bong. Transparent and dull-blue in color; one could see that it was half filled with water that would soon filter the harshness of marijuana smoke.
The Cableman put the graphic-slider-bong to his mouth and then torched the bowl piece with a lighter while deeply inhaling. Immediately a cloud of white, cannabis smoke gurgled through the water and into his lungs. He held the smoke in for as long as he could and then quickly exhaled the used cloud out the van window. Being that it was such a sweltering, hot day with no wind; the vapors could only slowly drift away. This concerned the Cableman, some. What if someone walked by and noticed the cloud?
After 30 seconds, the Cableman took another deep hit from his graphic-slider-bong and held it in for as long as possible. He slowly exhaled and watched the cloud drift away. This exercise was repeated again and again until the bowl piece had been nearly cashed. It was at this point when the Cableman took notice of how dreamy and pixilated the surrounding world appeared. That moment felt terribly like some television show, almost as-if he could see himself on a TV screen. This was the Cableman's reference indicator of being megally-stoned.
Suddenly, the dispatcher squawked over the radio, "Base to 811!" Uh-oh, the office was looking for him!"
The Cableman keyed the microphone, "Yeah go ahead, Base?"
"Where are you?"
Panic flushed throughout the Cableman's veins. Did someone report him for smoking pot in a company truck? It was best to play stupid in that moment. "Uh, I'm at the edge of town right now; just finished a job." After releasing the key of the microphone, the Cableman took a hearty swig of Arizona Iced Tea as he had wicked cotton-mouth.
The dispatcher squawked back. "Okay, I was wondering if you had time to swing over to 722 Ruby Lane. The customer complains that her neighbor tried burying a line from their side of the house and tapped into their cable. Could you see if there's some cable theft going on?"
Hearing of cable theft was enough to jolt the Cableman straight. No longer stoned upon realizing the seriousness of a possible crime, he firmly keyed into the microphone and replied, "I'll get right on it!"
"Thanks 811!"
The Cableman chugged the remains of his bottle of Arizona Iced Tea, chomped a stick of Big Red gum in his mouth, and was sure to put on his dark Cableman utility sunglasses. Nobody steals cable in the Cableman's jurisdiction—nobody!
Upon reaching the end of the off-beaten path where asphalt meets dirt and gravel, the rear tires of the company van spun clouds of dust until gripping into the blacktop, making the aggressive squeals until successful traction was attained. Although wanting so badly to floor the accelerator, the Cableman needed to remain calm. He could be entering a dangerous situation. A crime was in progress, and customers were known to do crazy things when busted for stealing cable.
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15 minutes later, the Cableman reached the customer's house at 722 Ruby Lane. So intimidating and appearing to mean business; he clicked up the driveway with his steel-toed work boots, leather tool belt dangling at the side, company shirt with logo and dark, utility sunglasses. If you've ever considered stealing cable in this town, think again. Nobody steals cable in the Cableman's jurisdiction—nobody!
Sure enough, upon reaching the side of the customer's house, he discovered a makeshift cable-burial that ran from the neighbor's house over to the customer's. A cheap Radio Shack splitter had been attached to the customer's incoming cable so that some of it could be fed over to the neighbor's. The Cableman was livid! Someone was stealing cable! Immediately, he began taking photographs with his phone camera for evidence.
Inside the suspect's house, petite and sexy Rachel had just stepped out of the shower to dry off. She hadn't taken a full shower as one was had earlier in the day. After spending the early afternoon hours at the poolside, she wished only to rinse off the sun tan lotion before running to the store.
Soon, she stood before the full-length mirror while carefully admiring her naked body. Rachel was proud of her minimal body fat and toned muscle that maintained a shapely appearance. Her shoulder-length, blond hair surely turned many heads. And her petite body frame most likely aroused curiosity by those who wished to see her naked.
"Wow! I'm really hot! I am so fucking gorgeous!" Rachel nearly fell in love with the sexy body in the mirror. "I mean I would totally have sex with me! Just look at me!" Rachel turned from side to side; gave her perky, little ass a slap and then briefly caressed both breasts. Many people are under the impression that only large breasts on a woman are sexy. But small breasts are equally as beautiful. Rachel's breasts that were each decorated with a soft, pink nipple could easily fit inside of a wine glass. She tried this one time and concluded that she had the perfect breasts. That in combination with the fact that stimulating her nipples with fingertips to hardness only added to her belief of being totally hot.
Rachel drew her face close to the mirror and then began to kiss her reflected lips on the glass. She held both breasts against the mirror so that she and the reflected image might touch nipples together. No wonder Rachel was so wanted and desired. At that moment, Rachel wanted to have sex with the image in that mirror!
What to wear to the grocery store? Really she only wished to pick up some Tequila and margarita mix for some friends who would join her later that afternoon. Feeling so sexy, Rachel pulled out a pair of delicate, thong panties with skimpy lace to cover her sweet pussy. Once pulled up, she next stepped into a pair of tight, white cotton shorts. Of course she was sure to turn her back to the mirror and examine how shapely her perky, little ass appeared in the shorts.
With perfect, small breasts that could easily fit in a wine glass, there was no need to wear a bra on a hot, summer day like this. Rather, Rachel simply pulled a tight, red tank-top over her upper torso. Hopefully as she walked, her naked nipples would rub against the shirt, thereby stimulating them to erect. Surely, the outline of Rachel's naked breasts would be noticed by those in the grocery store.
Wearing flip-flop sandals on her feet; Rachel opened the garage door, sat in the driver seat of her red, convertible Mustang and backed out.
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In The Farmhouse, Down in the Cellar
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Review by: Kipp Poe Speicher on Dec. 07, 2010 :
"What a entertaining read, this short story gives us a descriptive tale of erotica painted with a dark brush of suspense. What dose she have waiting for him in the cellar? This book contains one of my favorite quotes ‘Not every women understands the power of her own a$$. Every man wants it!’
Well done I hope this author continues down the road to give us more dark tales of erotica."
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In the meantime, the Cableman sat in his cable van while reporting what was discovered to the dispatcher. That's when he took notice of the gorgeous blond who drove off in her little, red convertible Mustang. The suspect was getting away! She was a flight risk and couldn't escape! The Cableman slipped the transmission into "drive" and nearly peeled off after Rachel. Following behind the Mustang, he soon activated the rotating, orange light on the roof of his van, followed by the hazards. Noticing the suspect appeared oblivious to his attempted pullover, the Cableman then flashed the side-mirror spotlight at the driver.
Finally, Rachel noticed the cable van behind her. "Oh, shit! I'm being pulled over! Why?" While slowing down and moving over to the right-hand shoulder, Rachel took notice that it was a cable company van that signaled her to pull over. "Is that a cable truck? What the...? What do they want?"
With all his lights still activated, the Cableman stepped out of the van; steel-toed boots clicking on the road, tool belt dangling from his side, company shirt with logo and dark, utility sunglasses. Ever-so intimidating and meaning business, he approached the suspect who watched in disbelief from the driver seat of her little, red, convertible Mustang.
"Good afternoon, Ma'am. Do you know why you've been pulled over?"
Rachel was still in shock and in disbelief. "No! You can't pull me over! You're with the cable company; not a cop!”
The Cableman leaned over while resting his palms on the driver-side door. He immediately noticed the suspect's bare, tan thighs that met the cuffs of her white, cotton shorts. "It looks like you've been stealing cable."
Rachel gasped with a look of astonishment.
The Cableman continued, "That's a federal offense with penalties of jail time and fine. We don't take kindly to cable theft in this town."
Rachel grew defensive, "I wasn't stealing cable!"
The Cableman ordered, "Please step out of your car!"
"I can't believe this! This is unreal!" Rachel did as ordered while assaulting the Cableman with an angry and confused glare. Did he really have the authority to do this?
The Cableman reached into his leather tool belt, removed two large zip-ties and joined them together. Then he pulled the suspect's hands behind her waist and used the zip-ties as a makeshift pair of handcuffs. "At this time, you're under arrest for possible connection in stealing cable TV service. You will be brought down to the office for interrogation." And with that, the Cableman aggressively escorted the suspect to the back of his cable van.
"What are you doing? You can't do this! Is this some kind of joke?" Rachel tried to resist the Cableman's manhandling and hoped this was some sort of prank. But the scenario resumed as the back door to the van opened to be guided in.
"Up and in you go. Watch your head." The Cableman protected the suspect's head as she passed through the back door of the van. And of course, he was sure to assist her step-up by placing a supporting hand on the bottom of her perky, little ass-cheek.
"Watch your hands! You have no business touching me like that!" But Rachel would soon find out that once the door had been closed and locked there would be plenty of personal touching in the back of that stifling, hot van.
Shelves occupied the sidewalls and held secured boxes of fittings, cables, splitters, filters along with converter boxes and small infrastructure used to feed customers’ homes. Separating the front of the van from the back was a grated, aluminum wall that not only provided a view of the tool and equipment area from the driver seat, but also provided a means to hang various equipment if needed. Today, it might have served useful to restrain the suspect while being transported back to the office. But first, a standard search of the suspect was necessary.
"What about my car?" asked Rachel.
"Don't worry about your car. We'll get a tow truck to impound it." The Cableman reached into his leather tool belt for a pair of diagonal cutters. He used them to cut the zip-ties that restrained the suspect's arms. Then, before Rachel realized what happened, the Cableman suddenly pulled her red tank top up and over the head. She now stood in disbelief with her naked breasts and abdomen exposed.
"Hey! What are you doing? This has gone far enough!" Rachel covered her beautiful, small breasts with the cups of her hands. "Give me my shirt and let me out of here. It's hot in here, and you have no business arresting and stripping innocent civilians!"
"I'm afraid that's not possible, Ma'am. We mean business when someone steals cable." The Cableman pushed the suspect against the aluminum, grated wall; and then peeled her arms away from her beautiful, small breasts. Each wrist was manhandled and ultimately restrained against the aluminum, grated wall by means of zip-tie.
All the while, Rachel screamed out, "Stop it! Help! Somebody help me! This is assault!"
"It's nothing personal, Ma'am" reassured the Cableman. "We're only doing a standard strip-search—any weapons, illegal or stolen cable equipment and other contraband. I'll make this as quick as possible for you." Then, much to Rachel's horror and disbelief, the Cableman unbuttoned and unzipped the front of her white, cotton shorts.
The joke had gone far enough for Rachel. Not exactly easy with allowing a stranger to remove her clothes, she let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Citizens couldn't be alarmed of the activities in the cable van. Being the case, the Cableman stepped out of the van and to the front where he rolled up both windows. The van was now completely sealed shut and somewhat soundproof for his strip search of the suspect.
Returning to the back, Rachel squirmed and yelled while trying in all her might to escape. But it was no use. Like many others, the Cableman had a dirty job to do and it went along with the territory. He pulled at the cuffs of the suspect's white, cotton shorts while she kicked and fought with her legs. But the Cableman succeeded in pulling the shorts down to her ankles and over her feet.
"What is that?" the Cableman asked. He looked directly at Rachel's pair of white thong panties with flimsy lace that covered her sweet pussy.
"None of your business! Let me go!" Rachel continued to squirm while kicking her legs in the air towards the Cableman.
The Cableman ignored the order and grabbed hold at the waist of the panties. "You're stealing premium channels, aren't you? You have full access to provocative, adult entertainment channels. You would only be wearing panties like this if exposed to that sort of programming." He slowly pulled the white, thong panties down Rachel's tan thighs, being careful to notice any hidden contraband or weapons. Satisfied nothing was concealed, he pulled them past her ankles and over the suspect's feet. Rachel was now completely naked.
The Cableman had to admit; young, petite and blonde with beautiful, small breasts adorned with cute, pink nipples; sweet virgin-like pussy covered in a neatly trimmed bush; the suspect was totally, fucking hot! But the Cableman would remain all business and do his job as expected. The search would begin by taking hold of both breasts and thoroughly examining them. Despite their pleasing smallness and improbability to hide items, each breast was lifted and checked for any contraband hiding underneath. And of course he was sure to give both breasts some firm squeezes just to make sure everything was thoroughly examined.
Rachel screamed all the louder as the assault turned increasingly personal. This left the Cableman no choice but to reach in his leather tool belt for a roll of electric tape. A strip was peeled off and stretched across Rachel's mouth. This would prevent her from any further screaming.
"Okay, I'm really sorry I had to do that." apologized the Cableman. "But I can't have you screaming in this van and possibly causing a scene. After my search, I'll pull the tape away. But you have to show me that you can be more cooperative. Can you do that?"
Rachel nodded.
But the strip search would next involve a complete assault of Rachel's more private treasure. Three of the Cableman's fingers lightly brushed through the suspect's fur along her pubic region. Then his middle finger traced along the entrance of her sweet pussy. It was necessary for the Cableman's other hand to firmly hold the cheek of Rachel's ass to keep her lower torso pushed forward. And although squirming while appearing uncomfortable with the assault, the outside of Rachel's sweet pussy was moist and slick. Was she enjoying this?
With the suspect's pussy so moist and lubricated, the Cableman easily slipped his finger through the entrance. But he did so slowly, carefully exploring every inch of her inside. The Cableman's finger went deep inside, cautiously feeling for anything worth noticing. And he was sure to work his finger in and out several times to ensure that everything had been thoroughly inspected.
Finished and completely withdrawn, the Cableman momentarily sucked his invasive finger to clean the suspect’s fluids off. But don't be absolutely disgusted by this! If you saw Rachel and had your finger in that sweet, little pussy; you would have done the same—I guarantee!
"Okay, Ma'am; that concludes my strip search. Now if you can promise me to remain quiet and cooperative during the ride to the office, I'll remove the electric tape. Can you do that?"
Rachel nodded.
The electric tape was removed.
Then Rachel mentioned, "You didn't check out my ass. Don't you want to do that?"
The Cableman paused for a moment, "I suppose I should do that. I'll make this quick." But it was only necessary to reach both hands around Rachel's behind and firmly squeeze her butt cheeks. A perky, little ass wouldn't hold contraband. It did, however, deserve a good spanking as its owner had committed cable theft. Still, the Cableman would remain all business and do his job professionally.
"You're clean, Ma'am. Tell you what; since it's so hot back here, I'm going to leave you naked until we reach the office." And with that, the Cableman stepped out the back of the truck and returned to the driver side where he rolled both windows down. The rotating and flashing hazards lights were deactivated, transmission slipped back into drive and the Cableman pulled off, en route to his office.
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Amber - crime in the name of passion
Meet Jim; a very, interesting character in the fictional town of Mapleview. Jim just so happens to be a cable man and has had plenty his share of lonely housewives, sexy customers and obsessions with women throughout the neighborhood. If you enjoy erotic stories of cable men, be sure to keep your eye out for the upcoming novel, Amber (Available in the later part of 2012). Amber is currently being written as a dark romance with a satisfying twist of macabre. To make the novel all the more exciting, we add plenty of spicy erotica. But rest-assured, Amber is much more than an erotic romance novel. Amber centers a most-frightening character by the name of Amber, who may very well hold the key to the next mysterious disappearance in the town of Mapleview.
Amber never meant to hurt anyone, only wished to be loved. Dreamy, ethereal and full of wishes; she has a surprising way of getting exactly what she wants. As a young girl, Amber discovered that she had an unusual gift. But in the hands of a woman like Amber, such a gift can prove to be terribly dangerous.
Beautiful and intelligent, Amber is married with a family just like any ordinary woman. But as you'll find out, she obtained her family in the most unusual way. The years unfolded as Amber grew increasingly out of touch with reality. Now crazy and demented with her dangerous gift, Amber has become just another nightmare in the town of Mapleview. A mysterious disappearance is about to take place. It'll have family members, friends and the police completely stumped.
May God help you if you are ever confronted with a woman like Amber! For as her victim is soon to find out; Amber is wicked woman, indeed! But the people she influences and associates herself with are even stranger, still. Yes, there are some truly bizarre things in the fictional town of Mapleview.
Rest assured, the upcoming, dark, romance novel will be anything but boring and pathetic. Don't expect some typical tale of midlife crisis' or the desperate housewife that lusts after the gardener. Rather, Amber will have everything you expect from a novel by Tom Raimbault. Along with further paranormal activities and more terrifying discoveries in the cellar of the Trivelli house; Amber will blast the reader with witchcraft, adult philandering, marijuana, dollification, fantasy-enhanced-self-pleasuring, obsessive stalking of women and plenty of smutty erotica layered throughout. And just when you think you've read enough, there will be a character that captures little pixies on his smart phone to turn them into slaves. There will even be a surprise alien abduction somewhere in the middle!
After reading Amber, you'll soon conclude that the novel is anything but a dark romance novel. It's simply more freaked out horror, reincarnated in a wacked out novel that is being written for wacked out people like you. I hope you can join me for another party in Mapleview. The guests are waiting, and what a show they'll put on for you!
Although you might be drooling and foaming at the mouth for this juicy release, you'll have to wait! Amber won't be available until late 2012. Sweet dreams horror fans! ;-)
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Traveling through town with a gorgeous, naked, female suspect restrained in the back; the Cableman suddenly had an overwhelming need for a Turtle Concrete Mixer from Culver’s. He was only a half block away from the casual, fast restaurant that conveniently offered a drive through window. On such a hot day and probably under a terrible spell of marijuana-induced munchies, a Turtle Concrete Mixer would definitely hit the spot. But the Cableman had important business to do. The suspect needed to be transported back to the office for further interrogation. Still, that Concrete Mixer screamed louder and louder in the Cableman's head. For the love of God, the Cableman needed a Turtle Concrete Mixer from Culver’s!
The van thudded over the entrance to Culver’s as the Cableman announced, "I'm going through the drive through at Culver’s. Do you want a Concrete Mixer?"
"Sure..." answered Rachel.
"What kind?" asked the Cableman?
"Just give me vanilla."
"One vanilla Concrete Mixer coming up!"
After a few minutes of ordering both his and the suspect's Mixers and waiting, the Cableman finally received the goods at the drive through window. Surprisingly, no one inside Culver’s noticed the gorgeous, young, naked and very sweaty woman restrained to the grated aluminum wall behind the Cableman. And surprisingly, Rachel did not call out for help! I wonder why.
With such a ravenous craving in that moment, the Cableman tore into his Turtle Concrete Mixer while pulling back onto the main road. Shoveling large spoonfuls in this mouth, he reassured the suspect, "Don't worry; we'll pull over somewhere so you can enjoy your treat from Culver’s. It might give us a chance to talk a little more; see if you want to confess."
"I'm not confessing to anything!" yelled Rachel from the back of the van.
Suddenly, the Cableman had an idea. He knew of a way to get the suspect to talk. The perfect tool was at the local convenient store which was conveniently located on the way to the forest preserve!
Dashing in the store, the Cableman returned in less than two minutes with a large, orange popsicle that certainly resembled everything phallic in nature!
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The Cableman and Rachel were now parked at the very off-beaten path where that graphic-slider-bong had been enjoyed a little over an hour ago. Being that the very, naked Rachel had her arms restrained to the aluminum, grated wall; the Cableman spoon fed the suspect her vanilla Concrete Mixer. In between, he helped himself to spoonfuls of his own Turtle Concrete Mixer.
"Mmmm... that's good, isn't it?" asked the Cableman. "And I bet it cools you off, some, huh? And look, I left the back and side door open to let some air in here. You've been so good that I feel you deserve some fresh air."
Then the Cableman unbuttoned and removed his own company shirt, exposing his hardened pectorals, sculpted biceps and six-pack abdomen. Rachel had no idea that the Cableman had all of that underneath his uniform! "It's hot out today. I just had to take off my shirt."
The Cableman began to gently interrogate the suspect while feeding her spoonfuls of the Mixer. "So, why don't you tell me a little bit about stealing cable? How did you do it?"
"I did not steal cable!" exclaimed Rachel.
"I find that hard to believe. I looked at the side of your neighbor's house and see you buried a line over to it and split into hers. You sure you don't want to tell me something?"
"I'm not saying anything!"
But the Cableman had ways of getting his suspect to talk. Bringing a spoonful of vanilla Concrete Mixer to her mouth, he playfully teased her by pulling it away and then smeared it on the nipple of her left breast.
Instinctively, Rachel slightly jolted her body in response to the ice cold. And despite how hot it was outside, the iced sensation brought goose bumps to her skin.
The Cableman brought another spoonful of vanilla Concrete Mixer to the suspect's mouth, but then lowered it to her right breast and smeared it around in the same way he did to her left. Rachel's head cocked back as she controlled her breathing to ignore the coldness. But the Cableman could see that his means of gentle torture might inspire her to confess.
"You sure you don't want to say anything?"
"Nothing!"
"Very well; we'll just let it sit there for a while and see if you change your mind." The Cableman fed Rachel a few more spoonfuls of her vanilla Concrete Mixer, and then took notice of how the amount dabbed and smeared over her nipples was now melting. It left the Cableman no choice but to set down the cup, take hold of both breasts; then suck and lick the melted Concrete Mixer off.
Such a contradiction in temperature—iced cold Mixer followed by a warm tongue—Rachel found the effect highly sensual and hoped more was soon to follow.
Thoroughly finished with cleaning the suspect's nipples, the Cableman took a spoonful of his own Concrete Mixer and asked, "You want to talk now? Anything you wish to tell me about stealing cable?" He knew Rachel wasn't ready to confess, yet, and was curious as to how Turtle Concrete Mixer would taste on her nipples.
Assuming you happen to be a woman, if you were in Rachel's predicament—sexy, shirtless Cableman with sculpted muscles who seems to enjoy licking frozen custard off your nipples with his warm tongue—would you confess to any crime at that moment? Rachel hadn't the least bit desire to do this. "I never stole cable!"
The Cableman put spoonfuls of Turtle Concrete Mixer on both of the suspect's nipples. This time, however, she did not appear to jolt back; only allowed herself to become lost in the sensation while remaining silent.
"I can do this all day." said the Cableman.
"I know you can. But I'm not confessing!"
The Cableman gave the suspect a few more spoonfuls of her own frozen custard and then noticed that his own flavor was beginning to melt along her chest. It was time to taste the luscious desert! The Cableman's tongue eagerly licked one nipple then the other. Then he opened his mouth to suck every bit of sweet, sticky, melted dairy from her breasts. It was the most fantastic goodie he had ever tasted.
"Still not ready to talk?"
Rachel nodded, "no".
It was now time for plan B! The Cableman briefly stepped outside of the van to the front seat and returned with that frozen, orange popsicle. Although a terribly hot day, the popsicle had been stored at subzero temperatures back at the convenient store and was now kept in a paper bag. Barely any had melted. "I think this might get you to start talking." He opened the popsicle's packaging and wielded it before the suspect's face.
"What are you going to do with that?" Rachel had a look of dreaded concern on her face. The popsicle was phallic-shaped. Surely the Cableman wasn't going to take his assault and interrogation in the direction she believed.
I've been too nice for too long. It's time you understand that I mean business!" The tip of the frozen, orange popsicle was pushed at the entrance of Rachel's sweet and moist pussy. Although jolting her head back and crying out, "No!" the positioning of her open thighs and eager presentation of her crotch nearly invited the popsicle's assault. The suspect was terribly horny and wouldn't be easy to jolt into confession!
Deep within the popsicle was buried. And although Rachel's sweet and moist pussy was burning-hot with dripping desire, it soon chilled down with the presence of ice-cold. Just to make sure things would quickly cool down; the Cableman slowly worked the popsicle in and out, pushing the tip as deep as possible and never fully withdrawing. Then, finally, he left it buried deep inside, took two more spoonfuls of Turtle Concrete Mixer, and smeared it around Rachel's nipples.
"So how does that feel? Does that drive you nuts? Is the ice-cold getting to you? Maybe you're ready to talk, now."
Rachel squirmed as the sexy sensation of ice cold began to present discomfort in her pussy. Then she cried out, "Agggghhhhh! Pull it out! I'll talk!"
The Cableman immediately withdrew the popsicle and then eagerly licked and sucked the suspect's nipples clean. To reassure that relief from the frozen-cold was only a confession away, the Cableman massaged the outside of Rachel's pussy with his fingers.
"So what do you have to tell me?"
"When I moved in the house, the cable company never disconnected service. I'm sorry! I connected the cable to my TV and used it for reception. I enjoyed basic service; TLC, HGTV and whatever else. You'd do the same, wouldn't you?"
The Cableman was disappointed. For starters, Rachel was lying. But she was also under the erroneous assumption that using cable service that had been neglected to be disconnected was not a crime. "Ma'am, I'm afraid that what you suggest is still wrong! That scenario is called passive theft! It's still punishable by prison time and fines. And if what you say is true, you should have called the cable company and advised us of the error on our part. But that's not half of it. You're lying! I saw the line running from your house over to your neighbor's. You committed active theft!"
With that, the Cableman thrusted the orange, phallic popsicle back inside Rachel's sweet pussy as she screamed out in agony. Then the Cableman dabbed two more spoonfuls of Turtle Concrete Mixer on the suspect’s nipples. In and out, in and out; the Cableman was sure to rub the ice-cold sensation along the inside of Rachel. And this is what happens when you steal cable TV service; you get sadistically fucked with a frozen, orange popsicle while having Turtle Concrete Mixer licked and sucked off your nipples by the muscular Cableman!
Driven to the point of madness, Rachel cried her confession, "It was my boyfriend! He ran the line over to my neighbor's house so we could have free cable. There, I confessed! Now please fuck with me hot, hard dick!"
The Cableman immediately removed the frozen, orange popsicle; then reached into his leather tool belt for some important safety equipment that was often used when receiving special tips from lonely housewives. He pulled off his tool belt, pants and boxers; slipped the protection over his raging cock and then released Rachel from the aluminum, grated sidewall. Her thighs were wrapped around the Cableman's waist as she lay on the floor of the back of the van. Then, finally, the Cableman gave Rachel exactly what she wanted.
And that's what a pussy is made for! It isn't made for ice-cold popsicles; it's made to be fucked by a hot, hard dick that can't wait to bury itself inside!
Several minutes later, after moaning and climaxes; Rachel and the Cableman sat naked in the back of the van, enjoying the remains of their Concrete Mixers from Culver’s. It was the perfect wrap-up for a hot, summer afternoon.
The Cableman informed the suspect, "Well, seeing that you've confessed, you're free to go. You can put your clothes back on and ride with me back to your car. Thank you for being so cooperative this afternoon.”
20 minutes later, the Cableman dropped off the suspect by her little, red, convertible Mustang and then peeled off back to the office. It was 5:00, quitting time! As for the suspect’s boyfriend, I guess that's what he gets for stealing cable TV; his hot and horny girlfriend got fucked by the stoned, crazy Cableman!
The End!
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The Dollification of Mrs. Martz
Ebook Price: .99 USD. 4,800 words. Fiction by Tom Raimbault on December 01, 2010
On brisk, autumn morning; Kimberly Martz was abducted in a forest preserve near her home. She was brought to place to be transformed into a life-sized doll, then owned and objectified. Sometimes men like to play naughty games with a doll. In these moments, a doll cannot say, "No!" She must remain silent and play along.
Review by: Haley of My Love of Reading: "This ebook is a short story, it’s well written and not too short!! Even though it’s a short story it has everything a story should have – a beginning, a (sexy) middle, and an ending (which made me smile!) Well worth a read.
As you may have guessed from the short description above it’s an erotica short story so if you want to check it out you have to be over 18!!"
Review by: Kipp Poe Speicher on Dec. 04, 2010:
"What a WILD imagination, you never know where this writer is going to take you. Masterfully written putting you through the experience, This is listed under Erotica for a reason, it's a nice change and I like it."
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