Chapter 4
I was exhausted by the time that Patrick had left. Even though I was sleeping in a sleeping bag on the floor of my apartment I fell sound asleep.
It was a good thing that the buzzer for my apartment was a very loud one. It woke me up with a sudden screech not too long after eight in the morning. I rushed up, tangled in the sleeping bag.
When I had buzzed the telephone man to come into the building, I grabbed my robe and pulled it on since I realized that I was completely naked.
I was still tying the belt of the robe when the doorbell rang. Opening the door I smiled at the good looking guy who was standing there with his equipment dangling from his belt.
"Come on in," I said as I moved out of the way and he moved inside.
"Do you know where you want the instruments?" he asked, looking up and down my body.
"Yes," I said quickly, bustling around the apartment while he investigated where the phone lines were already located. He was soon doing his job and stapling down wire all around the apartment as I stood by and watched him.
"Sorry I woke you up," he said, looking at me in the robe and then at the sleeping bag.
"I'm glad to be getting this over with," I said, a little groggy because of the wild night that I had shared with Patrick the night before.
"Which way is the bathroom?" he asked. Adding a polite, "If I may."
I pushed open the bathroom door and he moved through, saying, "Thank you."
Since the toilet was directly opposite the door, his back was facing me as he stood in front of the toilet. He did not shut the door even though he knew that I was standing right there.
I couldn't see anything because of the angle at which he was standing, but I could see that he was moving his hands around the front of his pants as he opened his zipper and I could see the back of his pants getting loose as he pulled the front of his pants open.
For a moment I thought that I should shut the door of the bathroom, but then I just kept on staring at the back of his jeans, knowing that he was holding his penis and peeing.
After a quiet pause I could hear the hissing sound of his piss hitting the water of the toilet bowl. I wondered if he could tell that I was looking at him.
Then there was an end to the hissing stream of piss and I could just hear some droplets of liquid that were hitting the water in the bowl. As it tinkled into the bowl he looked over his shoulder and stared right into my eyes.
Suddenly I realized that I should look away from him. He was looking at me and I shouldn't have been looking back at him. But with his eyes piercing right through me, I wasn't able to look away. I even found that I was smiling at him.
He had curly blonde hair and a sparkling look in his face that made me feel that he was Irish.
As he turned around, without bothering to close his pants, my eyes just naturally slid down the length of his body and looked at his crotch.
That's when I saw the thick prong that he was playing with. Through the open front of his jeans I could see that he was wearing boxer shorts and he was playing with the hard cock that was sticking out of the open fly of the cotton boxers.
"You like it?" he asked in a voice that was a low hiss.
I nodded, without even saying a word. He looked right at me and said, "Then take it!"
Without any hesitation I fell to my knees and was right in front of his cock. He didn't stop moving his fingers over the hard prong as he jerked it back and forth.
But my anxious lips managed to catch the dick and to begin to suck it. I was sliding my mouth back and forth along the thickness of the hard-on.
Soon he was moving his hips back and forth and fucking me in the mouth. His dungarees were already starting to drop down to his knees and his baggy boxer shorts were still completely on so that I was sucking his cock through his fly.
Each time that my lips pressed all the way forward against the hard prong of the dick, I could feel the wet area of the cotton boxer shorts that were pressing against my lips. I couldn't tell whether the moisture was from his sexual excitement or his pissing.
The telephone man was pulling the buttons open on his shirt and was revealing a well-defined and smooth chest that showed a few of the freckles that I had expected him to have.
He dropped his shirt to the floor of the bathroom and then he pushed my face from his cock so that he could work his shorts down his legs and allow his dick to slap up against his belly, fully free.
When I saw the slim hips and the sensual body of the young man, my pussy was creaming up. He looked down at me and said, "Take off that robe. Let me see what you've got."
I pulled at the belt that was holding my robe closed and it fell back as I moved my arms back. I was completely naked with my bare knees pressing into the cold tiles of the bathroom floor.
"How about taking a bath?" I suggested, feeling it was a bright idea.
"A bath?" he asked, tilting his head to one side as if he figured that I was a nut.
"I just woke up and you look like you're all hot and sweaty from work!" I said quickly.
He chuckled a little and said, "I just started work. But you can take a bath and I'll watch."
As I leaned over the tub to turn on the water, I pressed my legs together to try to stop the flow of pussy juice. The idea of having this handsome guy watching me in the bath was very hot.
Since I had to get a new shower spigot I couldn't take a shower, but I had already put up a curtain around the tub so that I could have the feeling of privacy in my otherwise stark and bare apartment. The water was running into the enormous tub and I climbed in.
I have one of these old-fashioned bathtubs that has feet on it. It is enormous and there was room in it for both of us as I gave the naked telephone man a wink. He leaned one thigh on the side of the tub and he stroked his dick.
Since I was sitting in the slowly filling tub I realized that my lips were once again right on a level with his cock. I pressed my lips around the hard dong and I started to suck on it with a really voracious appetite.
As I did that, he finally gave in and started to climb into the bathtub with me.
I was sucking him off and he was pressing his body down against my face as the hot water kept on pouring into the tub and filling up all around me.
"Suck that dick, girl!" the man hissed under his breath.
I could feel his flat, washboard stomach pressing right into my face and I could feel the curly blonde pubic hairs that were scratching my nose. His legs were so powerful that he was holding himself up by his legs as he slid back and forth into my mouth.
Each time that the broad head of his cock slammed against the back of my throat, I could feel myself tensing up in reaction to it. But I loved it anyway.
Suddenly, he slid his cock out of my mouth and said, "Now that you got it nice and wet, I'll be able to shove it into your ass hole!"
"My ass hole?" I called out. "No! You can't!"
"That's what you think, little lady!" the rough man said as he grabbed the back of my thighs with his powerful hands and pulled them up over my head.
My ankles were on either side of my face and I felt like my legs were going to crack off from being pushed over so far. Then I could feel his cock rubbing past my pussy lips.
There was a tingling sensation that rushed through my body as I felt his cock coming so close to my pussy. I shuddered with delight at the hot contact.
But then his cock kept on moving down and I could feel it pressing against my ass hole. I tensed up my entire body. I had never been fucked up the ass hole and it was not a great desire of mine.
"Please!" I called out. "Put it in my pussy! I really want it in my pussy!"
I was shocked when he slapped me across the face and said, "Shut up, slut! You'll get it right where I want to put it and you'll like it there!"
His cock head was pressing against the tightly clinging confines of my ass hole and I could feel him pushing apart the virgin opening with the broad head of his dick.
Although it was hard work for him to push his cock into my tight anal opening, he was doing all that he could to reach that goal. I could feel the first bit of stretching as he began to push on his cock head and the pain was already shooting up through my body.
Then he shoved forward and I could feel his cock head pushing into the hot opening of my ass hole. The tight flesh was being tugged and pushed by the hard cock that was shoving forward.
After a great deal of effort, he had his cock head into my ass hole and then he arched his hips up and seemed to be working at getting all of his strength into his cock.
He slammed forward, but after he had pushed his dick just an inch or so into my bottom hole it suddenly felt like the broad shaft of the cock was shoving the flesh of my ass cheeks into my hole.
I felt certain that he was going to turn me inside out in his efforts to get that cock into my bottom. But then he pulled his cock back a little bit so that he could shove it forward a little further.
That was the way that, with a good deal of effort, he was able to shove his cock all the way into my ass hole. At first I had been afraid that he was going to try to ram into me with one vicious stroke, but instead of doing that he pressed his cock in a little at a time.
As he was working on that I began to wish that he had pushed the entire prong into me with one stroke. Although that would have been painful it would have been a pain that would have ended soon afterwards. But the way he was doing it was jolting at my body.
He had the entire length of his cock inside my ass and I could feel it swelling and pulsing with juice as he said, "I knew you were a slut right away!"
"How dare you call me that?" I cried out, feeling humiliated and degraded that he was taking this strange virginity from me in the bathtub of my own new apartment.
He laughed at me and started to move his cock in and out of my ass hole as he said, "That's what you are, isn't it?"
"No!" I cried out, but I realized that he was pushing me down into the water and that the water was raising up to the level where it was coming over my face.
His cock was pulling and pushing at the flesh of my ass hole. It was more than simply fucking in and out of my ass hole. Since my ass was not properly lubricated, he was actually pulling at the moist and clinging flesh of my ass hole.
"Y-you're going to drown me!" I cried out as I tensed my muscles to keep from sinking under the water.
But he was arching his head back and he was enjoying the thrill that was rushing through his body. That bastard really didn't even care if he had drowned me as long as he got the thrill in his cock of feeling the fucking sensation.
I was not even thinking about the pain in my ass hole as his cock rammed back and forth. The only thing that was important to me was the fact that I was trying to keep my head, literally, above the water in the tub as more of the steaming water poured in.
The telephone man was having a wonderful time of ramming his cock in and out of my tight ass hole. And then he reached up to my pussy and pressed his fingers down against the flesh.
That immediately reminded me about the steaming feeling that I had in my pussy. My cunt had been on the verge of an explosion and when his powerful fingers pressed right between the pussy flesh and shoved down against the moist interior flesh of my body, I went over the verge of that explosion and I could feel the wild spasm that was starting.
I discovered something that was fascinating to me. As my pussy spasmed, I was also spasming in my ass hole. The flesh around the man's thick, invading cock was tightening and loosening continually each time that my pussy flesh tightened and loosened.
Up until then I had never realized the wonderful sensations that were going on in the rest of my body. I had been so busy feeling the sensations in my pussy that I had not been aware of the spasms in my ass hole.
The brutal attack by the telephone installation man was what made me aware of my body.
But, as I was in the middle of my orgasm, I lost the tension that had been holding my body firmly in place. My head soon sank below the level of the water in the tub.
I couldn't breathe and I was in a desperate situation because he was pressing down on top of me!"
It was only when I was struggling wildly and flailing my arms that he allowed me to get up and get a breath of air. I wasn't even aware of the way that he pulled his dick out of my ass hole. I was too busy breathing and coughing hysterically.
By the time that I had finished coughing, I looked up and saw that the handsome telephone man had finished drying himself and was pulling his boxer shorts up.
Since I didn't know what to say to him, I just looked at him. Then I shut the water in the tub and started to get out of it. It was a good thing that it was such an old and large bathtub or else it would have overflowed considering how long the water had run.
By the time that I was out of the tub, the telephone man was completely dressed. He went into the other room and called a number to make sure that my phone was operating correctly. Then he turned to me and said, "Okay. If there are any problems with the phone in the course of the next month, please call the number that I'm leaving for you right here."
"That's it?" I asked as I came into the bedroom, wrapped in my towel.
"Have a nice day and good luck in your new apartment," he said as he left my place quickly.
Considering the two men I had been through in less than twelve hours I know that I cannot explain why I was haunting the singles' bar again that night.
I hadn't planned on going, but it was right at the corner and it was so convenient to go there.
When I sat at the bar, Bobby Ray, the manager, came over to me once again and said, "I knew that I'd see you back in here, Diana."
"Could you tell that I was the type?" I asked, trying to make it into a joke.
"I just knew," he said, as his fingers pressed up along the side of my face.
There was a thrill rushing through my body in response to the feeling of Bobby's fingers. I had to arch my back in reaction to the wonderful tingling that was inside me.
Then he leaned forward against the bar and licked my ear as he said, "I get a hard-on every time that I have to serve you. Did you know that?"
I just moaned a sensual moan and then said, "My pussy is wet!"
"I know!" he said, pulling me closer.
Even though the bar was between us, we were each pressing against opposite sides of the rosewood bar and I could feel the moisture that felt like it was going to melt my panties.
"When, Bobby?" I asked him, blowing in his ear as I did.
"I have to deal with my old lady now!" he said, with a disappointed tone in his voice.
I tried to be graceful and casual about extricating myself from his grasp as I said, "Sure."
He slid his face from mine as he said, "I won't keep kissing you, even though I want to. I don't want to ruin your chances with the other guys around here."
"Thanks," I said, with a weak smile on my face. "White wine, please."
A little while later the second bartender introduced himself to me. His name was Paul and he was built a little huskier than Bobby. He had very short-clipped blonde hair and a gap between his two front teeth that made his boyish, ail-American good looks look even more charming to me. I would have settled for either of the bartenders.
But they were both busy. It was obvious that the bar was getting more popular under Bobby's direction. I was trying to look casual.
A long time ago I had learned that when I looked too anxious in a singles' bar none of the guys were interested in me. It was when I managed to look casual that the guys would be flocking around me. But that wasn't always such an easy thing to do.
When you are feeling very hot, it is not a simple matter to look casual!
Bobby came over to me and I smiled at him. Then he leaned across the bar and said, "I have to take a piss. How would you like to drink it?"
"Wh-what?" I said, pulling away from him, feeling a little shocked.
The expression on his face was absolutely calm and straight as he said, "You heard what I said."
I paused and then said, "No, thanks." My tone was flat and emotionless.
He stood up straight and said, "I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me!"
Then he turned and went toward the restrooms which were in the back of the bar. I didn't understand what his final remark meant. He had invited me to drink his piss and I don't know how I could possibly have misunderstood the offer.
I watched him as he moved through the people, talking to everyone that he passed. That was part of his job as manager and that was what added to the friendliness of the place.
Then I saw Bobby going into one of the restrooms. There were two rooms in the back and each of them was only designed to hold one person, therefore they had never even designated sexes on the doors to the toilets.
I kept watching the door that Bobby had entered and then I saw a very over-blown and sexy blonde entering that same restroom. Obviously he had left the door unlatched and had arranged that she would follow him into the room.
If only I had x-ray vision at that time I would have looked right through the door. I knew that Bobby was pissing and that the blonde girl was drinking down his piss.
Much as that shocked me, there was also something very sensual about it. I was still staring at the door a moment later when Bobby came strutting out of the toilet.
He was coming back toward the bar and I was looking at the door as the blonde girl came out of the little room with a very satisfied grin on her face.
Before I even realized it, Bobby was standing right next to me. I turned and looked at him, shocked that he was there. Then I looked around and tried to smile at him, pretending that I had not been staring at everything that had happened.
His large and strong hand was pressing against the back of my head and pulling me close to his face so that he could kiss me. His lips were pressing hard against mine and I could feel his rough tongue urging my lips to part so that he could press it against my tongue.
Pulling his lips from mine, he whispered in my ear, "That bag is a good customer. So, I let the bag drink my piss. She enjoyed it."
"Sure," I said, feeling uncomfortable that he had brought up the subject. "Look, I don't put anybody down for what they want to do. You don't have to apologize to me!"
"I'm not into having a girl drink my piss, but I'm the manager here and I like to keep my customers happy. If you know what I mean."
"I try to be open to all sorts of new sexual experiences!" I said. "But I'm uptight about a lot of things. I mean, I don't expect that I'm ever going to. . . "
"That's okay, babe!" he said, his arm still around my neck. "I let her drink my piss. But I don't kiss her!" Then he pressed his lips tightly against my lips.
I was sitting on the barstool, but he pulled me up so that he could rub his hands around my breasts. Then I pulled my lips away and looked around the place as I said, "I don't want to get a reputation around here for being a slut!"
Bobby Ray winked at me and laughed.