A reader checked in last week and wanted to know if I was dead! I can only assume he or she asked this because I had made only one post early last week. If you've been following the blog long enough, then you know that I sometimes let a few days or even week go by before posting a new short story. Sorry if anyone else was worried about my absence.
I also received feedback from another reader pertaining to the Spirit Voice 2.0 SW Ghost Box that I had reviewed and wrote a technical paper on. This person says, "I'm not impressed with the app because the AM channel picks up sounds like a broken microphone like tf g vf p ck lf vd x uh and the generated voice says unrelated words like "is there anyone here with us?" and it answers with bacon or surface or 9000 and the am channel doesn't spell words they get cut severely."
As a reminder when operating spirit boxes--particularly those that are software driven--you have to allow yourself to fall under the effects of pareidolia and cognitive biasing. Many first-time users of spirit boxes are initially disappointed. They truly believe that a spirit box contains specialized circuitry that allows real time communication with nearby ghosts or discarnate entities. And when hearing random words, syllables or sounds; it doesn't make sense. The spirit box doesn't seem to be working according to the believed theory.
That's because a software driven device such as an ovilus or even the Spirit Voice 2.0 SW Ghost Box require the user to fall under the effects of pareidolia and cognitive biasing. You need to be able to put yourself into a trance-like state, partially leave the logical world for a brief moment and actually think about what those words, syllables and sounds might be telling you. It's divination; similar to using a Ouija board or Tarot cards. Essentially, you are allowing yourself to become an open channel of telepathic communication with nearby ghosts or entities. The spirit box is only a suggestive guide. And not all such discarnates are nearby. Some are many miles away... an entire dimension away from ours... perhaps even from the past. I personally put full belief into the technique of using pareidolia and cognitive biasing. You see, I've been told all sorts of things that later turned out to be true from my spirit box. I will never doubt the validity of ghostly communication with ghost boxes.
But don't forget that not every session with a spirit box will produce results. Sometimes all you hear are random words and syllables that don't make sense. Many times it's just garbage coming through. This is because there is no information for you at the moment. There is nobody nearby that wants to talk to you. It's similar to checking your email, but see nothing new. Nobody has anything to tell you.
For people who are more scientific and possibly skeptical of ghostly communication, they might prefer what I call the "Ghost Adventures EVP modification of a spirit box". This involves taking a PSB7 spirit box that actually sweeps the AM and FM radio dial for whispers of nearby ghosts. But you need to modify these devices by cutting the antenna as a means to filter out nearby radio stations. This will ensure that voices are from nearby sources such as ghosts. And this matches more of a user's expectation of utilizing the spirit box's internal circuitry to communicate with ghosts.
More news for the The Death Mask: Recently snatched up by Creativia Publishing, you can now get the paperback version on Amazon. In the future the paperback will be available at other sources as well.
Today's featured writing is another one of those stories that were pulled from the major catalogs to make way for the Mapleview series. Late Night Call for the Cableman is a little erotic story that was written before our fictional Cableman experienced his cosmic and interstellar adventures. A few years back, he was just the cable dude who took care of lonely women in between jobs. This is one such tale.
Late Night Call for the Cableman
It might be easy to conclude that it's all fun and games for the Cableman. He doesn't appear to work so hard. The Cableman, after all, has plenty of downtime which allows him to take extra, long lunches at the gym; park his truck at the local forest preserves for a few sneak-tokes of marijuana; and have his way with lonely housewives or pretty, young things who can't resist the Cableman.
But you wouldn't want to be the Cableman! Many times his work goes beyond after hours. And it isn't uncommon to receive a late night call from a dissatisfied customer with high expectations. Yes, the Cableman must leave the comfort and safety of his own bed to answer such a late night call.
And just like you and me, the Cableman has those blah, gloomy days with overcast, drizzly skies and a slight chill in the air. He drives in his cable van with the wiper blades on delay to clear the nonstop accumulation of drizzle. The windshield defogger is on low. The radio is on for a moment of entertainment before reaching the next customer’s house. But it seems the only thing on the local stations at the moment is a bunch of commercials. What is it about today? Even when there actually is music, it's only the stupid songs.
If one would happen to pass the Cableman out on the road, he or she would immediately recognize the gloomy face that sits in the driver seat.
"What's the matter, Cableman? Why in such a bad mood?"
Uh-oh! The Cableman smoked all of his stash the day before yesterday, thinking that his supplier would come through the following morning. But there was some delay in the shipment of
California skunk. Going
on over twenty-four hours without a hit from the bowl, the Cableman was
seriously jonesing! Hopefully he would get a phone call from the dealer
sometime this afternoon, and could finish the day with a much-deserved few
tokes of weed.
But it went beyond that. The Cableman was having a little crisis in the department of love. Although a smooth operator when it comes to the ladies, the Cableman recently struck out on his number one desired woman. He made all the wrong moves, said all the wrong things, and probably sent out all the wrong signals or chemistry. Perhaps this fine lady was way out of the Cableman's league. Whatever the reason, it was all good. As the Cableman would soon find out, all that loving was needed for a very, special customer.
After pulling into the driveway of the next customer, an install at a duplex condo, the Cableman reached into the back of his van and removed a leather tool belt that was stuffed with the tools of the trade. Although it drizzled, he wasn't going to bother with a jacket. Most of the work would be done indoors.
And what do you suppose brought sunshine for the Cableman on a gloomy, rainy afternoon when he just so happened to be unlucky in love? So beautiful, sexy and sophisticated with just a touch of being perfected with age; Danielle greeted so warmly with her dark-blond (nearly light-brown) hair and gorgeous, blue eyes. Although her face might have revealed a delicate line or two and perhaps a subtle shortage of collagen; Danielle clearly took excellent care of herself with not only her preserved beauty, but with the fact that she worked out and remained young.
So warm and brandy-ish was her voice as she greeted, "Hi, are you here to connect my cable?"
Just the sound of her greeting caused the Cableman to nearly water at the mouth. A sweet kiss from the customer would surely taste exactly like honey. "Yeah, I've got an order for a reconnect."
"Come on in!" invited Danielle. "I made some coffee. Do you want some?"
Actually, coffee didn't sound like such a bad idea. Perhaps it would cheer the Cableman up on a gloomy afternoon. "Sure! That sounds great!"
Danielle led the Cableman into the kitchen where the smell of freshly baked cookies greeted him. Did the customer make coffee and cookies just for the Cableman? At this speculation, the timer on the oven suddenly went off.
"Oops! Let me get that. The cookies are done." Danielle turned off the alarm, opened the oven door and pulled out two trays of what appeared to be extra large dark chocolate / chocolate chip cookies. If eaten, it would only be necessary to have one of these cookies! They were that big!
"I like to bake on rainy days. It cheers me up. Maybe if you're good, I'll let you have one."
The Cableman was delighted. "That sounds like a great deal. But let's take a look at where you want your cable installed, first."
Before leaving the kitchen, Danielle was sure to pour the Cableman a cup of coffee. "Cream or sugar?"
"Just two spoons of sugar and a bit of milk would be fine."
Within moments, the coffee was handed to the Cableman. It had such a bold and hearty flavor. Not even in the house more than five minutes, already Danielle was the greatest woman, ever. Surely the coffee along with Danielle’s sexiness and her warm and friendly personality would cheer the Cableman up on a rainy, gloomy day
Danielle and the Cableman strolled into the family room and stood before the TV. "This is the main TV where I want the cable to be hooked up at. I’ve been meaning to ask: I didn't order through your office, but I think I might want a second outlet in my bedroom. Could you do that, too? The builder ran the cable wire throughout the house, so it shouldn't be too much work."
"Oh, I could handle that." reassured the Cableman. "Let me just examine the wiring behind your outlet. It needs to be of decent quality." Soon on his knees, the Cableman removed a screwdriver from his leather tool belt and proceeded to unscrew the outlet from the wall. But much to the Cableman's dismay, the builder used questionable cable, probably to save money.
The Cableman takes his job seriously and would never leave a customer with poor picture quality. "Hmm... I don't know about this cable. We can try it out. But if you're picture is grainy or fuzzy, I'm going to have to run some new cable."
"Is it cheap cable?" asked Danielle.
"Well... maybe… I don't want to say just yet."
And that's what Danielle liked about the Cableman. He was so thoughtful and professional; so much different from the sloppy, ill-mannered men that she dated.
When taking a look at a beautiful woman like Danielle, one might wonder why she is single. Divorced for a few years, a closer look might reveal that poor Danielle is lonely and sex-starved. She would do anything for a little attention from a man—the right kind of attention that is. Let's face it; a woman can have sex whenever she wants. But it would be nice to have a man who actually meant it, put some feeling behind it; not just a careless pump and dump.
Of course there are men out there who care and wish for more than just a pump and dump. But the dating scene is more of a zoo for Danielle. For starters, it seems to be a fast-track path to seriousness. Most (if not all) men are divorced and for good reason. They're either emotional rejects or possess way too many hang-ups. And the field is so competitive, as no one wants to make the same mistake, twice. If a woman could successfully get past the large percentage of men who are freaks with psychological disorders, it would appear that the decent men carry a score-card and dock points at the consideration of every possible negative. Did decent men even date real women anymore?
But the Cableman is different. So laid back and free-spirited, surely he's a man that can "play love" and give Danielle the attention, friendship and sex that she so badly needs.
Danielle watched the Cableman as his muscular forearm screwed the cable outlet back into the wall. "Wow! It looks like the rain is coming down heavier.” exclaimed Danielle. “Why don't you come in the kitchen and sit down for a few minutes and have a cookie? I'm sure they've cooled enough by now. And you know that cookies are best when they come out of the oven!"
The Cableman looked out the window and didn't want to go out in the rain to connect the incoming cable. "I think I'll take you up on that offer."
Moments later the two sat at the kitchen table, each enjoying a freshly baked jumbo dark chocolate / chocolate chip cookie. Both had a cup of coffee at the side of their dish. For the Cableman, it was the most fantastic cookie that he ever had. So warm and gooey; surely enough to satisfy on a rainy, gloomy day. Maybe this is how Danielle, herself, was. A good wrestle in between the sheets with her might give the Cableman everything he ever wanted.
And she continued lay on the friendliness as her hand patted the Cableman's forearm. "I just want you know that I appreciate you coming out to hook me up."
Both simultaneously placed their imaginations in the bedroom where it would be so good to install his cable in her outlet.
Suddenly, the Cableman's cell phone rang. Immediately he produced a face of urgency as he stood up to answer. Then he ordered the caller, "Hang on a minute..." The Cableman stuck his index finger in the air to indicate "just a minute" before stepping outside onto the front patio.
Who could it have been on the phone that required privacy? Was it the Cableman's girlfriend; maybe his wife? Things were going so well for Danielle only moments ago.
It was the Cableman's marijuana dealer who now had the shipment of the much anticipated
California skunk! But the Cableman better
move fast and meet at the usual spot! The dealer had an overload of deliveries
for the afternoon.
Soon the Cableman scurried back inside. "That was my boss! I've got another job to do, so I better hurry up!" Then he stormed back outside in the rain and connected the incoming cable. When inside; the Cableman rushed through his job, making no small talk and almost appeared irritated that he had to be there. In the bedroom Danielle and the Cableman were supposed to enjoy some sloppy making out with lips smacking and tongues rolling to the sound of rain beating against the window. Instead, there were only the harsh sounds of tools that connect the cable to the TV. Was there any way to keep him longer and maybe remind the Cableman of the chemistry he shared with Danielle, earlier?
"Hey, do you think the pre-wired cable from the builder is good enough?" Maybe if Danielle appeared unsatisfied with her picture quality, it might make the Cableman stay longer and replace the pre-wiring. By the time he ran cable throughout the house, it would be the end of the day. But why run off when Danielle could have dinner waiting at the kitchen table? Some drinks afterwards might lead to a romantic evening. And Danielle definitely needed romance!
The Cableman was in need of some serious romance as well. But he wasn't about to stay any longer than needed. Instead, he examined the picture quality of both TVs. "Well, I don't see a grainy image or any fuzziness. It looks like your builder's pre-wiring does the job, after all." And then the Cableman did something that sealed his fate. He pulled out a business card that included his cell phone number. "If you notice anything wrong with your signal; static, interference or graininess; you give me a call. I'll come out and fix it for you." The Cableman was truly a dedicated professional.
But he sure didn't act like a professional while leaving Danielle’s duplex condo. Shortly after handing her the receipt, the Cableman guzzled the remains of his now lukewarm coffee and then stuffed the jumbo cookie in his mouth while leaving. The Cableman left poor, lonely, sex-starved Danielle alone on a rainy, gloomy day without so much as a "Goodbye" or "Thank you for the coffee and cookie".
What the hell?
Ten o'clock in the evening, the Cableman crashed into bed after a rough day at the job that was wrapped up by relaxing his mind on a couple bongs of fresh
At quarter to eleven he was deep asleep when suddenly the cell phone rang on the nightstand. Startled, the Cableman grabbed it and groggily answered. "Hello...?"
It must have been a wrong number. The caller hung up.
No problem for the Cableman. He was so exhausted that he merely dropped his head on the pillow and nodded back to sleep. But not more than ten minutes later, the cell phone rang again.
It was another hang-up!
This time it took longer for the Cableman to doze off. And just as he drifted off into blackness, the annoying cell phone rang for a third time. Would the Cableman get any sleep tonight?
"Damn-it! I'm shutting this thing off!" But just in case it was someone important trying to reach him, the Cableman answered one last time. "Hello?"
The bothersome caller finally spoke. "Hi, you installed cable at my duplex this afternoon. You were concerned about the builder's pre-wiring, but went ahead and used it anyway. "
The Cableman remembered the customer. "Oh, hi... Yes, I remember."
"You know... I'm really not happy with the job. The picture on my TV looks fuzzy, and I can't believe you just walked out of here without installing new wiring."
Still groggy from being deep asleep, the Cableman was unsure of what to say. "Umm... well... Tell you what, why don't I swing by tomorrow and run some new cable for you?—see if that doesn't fix the problem."
But tomorrow wouldn't work for Danielle. "No! I want you here, right now, to finish the job you started! Do you understand?"
There was a pause before the Cableman answered, "Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious! Get your butt over here and finish your work!"
"Okay, I'll be there within the hour."
Well this really sucked for the Cableman. Exhausted after a hard day at work, he hadn't even slept an hour and already needed to answer a night call. Although irritated with Danielle, the Cableman was sure to take a quick shower, shave, spray on cologne, brush his teeth, apply underarm deodorant and change into a fresh company shirt. You never know, the mood might change for the customer later that evening.
Meanwhile, Danielle sat in her dimly lit family room that overlooked the messy kitchen table. The remains of a candlelit dinner sat on the table with an empty, unused plate across from her place setting. She acted out this lonely, heart wrenching scenario earlier in the evening and fantasized of maybe calling the Cableman after a couple bottles of wine when she was drunk, hot and angry. Maybe he would see the empty place setting and realize what he missed—more like what Danielle was missing in her life. Now with nearly two bottles of wine finished, that fantasy suddenly hatched into reality. Danielle truly was hot and angry with a wine buzz fading away. She was tired of merely fantasizing while playing with vibrators and dildos. She needed a real man so badly; feel him lay on top of her body while slipping his exciting cock inside.
Suddenly, the door bell rang. Surely it was the Cableman. In nothing but a flimsy, long-tailed night shirt without panties underneath, and naked breasts that poked the material, Danielle answered the door. She provided no greeting, much less a friendly smile. Danielle was pissed this time and nearly burned the Cableman with her fiery eyes.
The Cableman was the first to speak while in the house. "Well, why don't we have a look at your TV?"
Danielle nearly shouted, driven by an overload of emotions and possible drunkenness. "You know... I'm really pissed that you just walked out of here and left me like this without feeding me new cable like you were supposed to! What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I'm really sorry about that. But just as promised, I'm here to fix the problem. Let's take a look at your TV."
Angrily, Danielle led the Cableman into the family room.
Following behind, the Cableman glanced into the kitchen and took notice of the messy, candlelit kitchen table with empty, unused place setting. It looked like the customer had been stood up for the evening. Oh, and then there was a nearly empty bottle of Pretty Sally Cabernet Sauvignon on the family room coffee table with a three-quarter finished glass of wine beside it. Oh yes; it all made sense to the Cableman, now. Poor Danielle had struck out with love, something that was near to the Cableman's heart in his recent crisis. Maybe tonight the customer was in need of some additional work, some loving to ease a possible heartache.
And what was this? After switching on the TV, the Cableman could see nothing wrong with the picture quality. "Hmm... Well, I don't see anything wrong with your signal. Maybe it's an intermittent problem?"
Danielle was furious, "No! No! You're not understanding! Here, you want to see what I'm talking about? Let me show you the TV in my bedroom!"
As the Cableman followed Danielle upstairs, he discovered that she wore no panties under her long-tailed night shirt as evidenced by the naked cheeks of her ass. The sight of upper thighs that met that ass caused a surge of sexual adrenaline for the Cableman. Suddenly, he wanted Danielle! And her anger was a bit sexy for the Cableman.
In the darkened bedroom with only the downstairs, dim lighting to illuminate the surroundings, Danielle didn't even bother to turn the TV on. Instead she only screamed while facing the Cableman and pounded his thick, beefy chest with her fist. "Damn you! What the hell is wrong with you? I want you to finish the job that you started like a real man does! Aren't you a real man? Isn't that what a man is supposed to do? —finish the job that he started?" Were there any men left in this world who could give Danielle what she needed? Could any of them hear her crying out for love?
Oh, but the Cableman heard every word of it as he studied the angry, frazzled, emotional wreck that had been so knotted in a long spell of sexual frustration. Without saying a word he gently took hold of the lonely, sex-starved woman by the shoulders and began his long night of work by kissing her on the lips.
There... that's what Danielle had needed for so long. Her silky tongue united with the Cableman's while her hot breath exhaled many months of pent up frustration. The Cableman reached his hands under Danielle’s night shirt and felt that gorgeous, naked ass.
The kissing grew all the more frantic. Danielle’s heart raced more and more, making it necessary to pull away for a brief moment and pant her wine-drunken breath while craving more fondling.
The Cableman didn't stop with his exploration. Soon his hands moved to the front and lifted the bottom of Danielle’s night shirt so that he could caress those breasts that stuck through the material. For some reason, Danielle took hold of his wrists, nearly fighting his eagerness to take the prize. She was still mad at him for leaving this afternoon and wouldn't be so cooperative.
But the Cableman could play rough if the customer desired. Rough, angry sex was always a favorite appetizer for a night of passion. With his strong arms, the Cableman pushed Danielle’s hands against the wall and held them at the sides of her head to be used in such a way to help lock her face forward. Then more kisses were given to those sweet lips that could only cry out frantic, desperate breathing. Danielle was a crazy mess. This was going to be a complicated night of satisfying a woman who might not know what she wanted.
Soon her entire nightshirt was lifted off so that Danielle stood naked against the wall and eager for more. While the Cableman kissed her neck all the way down to her excited nipples, Danielle unsnapped and unzipped his pants; soon to fully expose the Cableman's swollen, hard cock by placing the elastic of his boxer-briefs underneath his scrotum. A real man's dick now eagerly waited for whatever Danielle needed. And if there was any confusion as to whether or not Danielle knew what she wanted, that confusion was eliminated. As sexy foreplay and way to tease herself, Danielle pulled the Cableman's hard dick towards her hairy pussy and tickled the entrance with the head of his cock.
The moment froze as this welcome visitor now knocked upon Danielle’s door. Danielle suspended her breathing with mouth open in delight. How good it felt have a hot, hard dick pressed against the entrance of her vagina; sometimes rubbing against her swollen clit.
"Is that all you need, Baby?" asked the Cableman. "Is that why you called me out here? You need some sex... some good loving on a lonely night?"
Danielle could only nod as she was in ecstasy at the anticipation of what was to happen, next. And while she continued to masturbate with the Cableman's hard dick, the Cableman unbuttoned and removed his company shirt so that his hardened pecs, muscular shoulders and six-pack abdomen were exposed. I guess good things come to those who wait. Danielle had waited and waited and waited for so long!
Soon the Cableman removed his jeans and boxer-briefs so that he was completely nude like Danielle. Then the pair of newfound lovers walked over to the bed while the Cableman lovingly stroked her back and buttocks.
Before diving into bed, both kissed some more and then free fell onto the mattress with Danielle laying on her back and the Cableman on top. His 90-degree, stiff erection slowly rubbed up and back against the entrance of Danielle’s pussy. As the seconds passed she grew wetter and wetter. It was too inviting for the Cableman not to tickle the entrance with the head of his erection, soon to push inward with full intention to penetrate.
"Easy... easy..." whispered Danielle. “It’s been a while."
No problem for the Cableman. He simply rested with the tip at an inch inside of Danielle and then slowly pushed with undetectable motion until, finally, it was in. When the cable company runs a main feeder line to a subdivision or neighborhood block, the proper name for such a line is a trunk. Usually this trunk is buried. At that very moment the Cableman definitely buried his trunk deep inside of Danielle!
And how it good it felt to finally have a man inside of her. The Cableman's dick was perfect; not too large and not too small—just right. There was a sexy slickness to his deep and gentle thrusting. All the while, Danielle lay in bewilderment with her arms tightly wrapped around the Cableman's muscular back, nearly digging her claws into his skin.
A woman's breasts are made to be squeezed, sucked and adored during sex. But how do you suppose breasts looked on this middle-aged woman? They were nothing more and nothing less than simple and cute—definitely attractive and pleasing to the touch. They were the sort of breasts that a man would enjoy playing with. And that's what the Cableman did while removing, thrusting and burying his trunk. Occasionally, his face would return to Danielle’s lips for more hot, sexy kisses. And then his hands would take hold of those attractive breasts for a gentle squeeze while nibbling and sucking on her nipples or circumnavigating her areolas with his tongue.
Things were definitely heated up—crazy hot—in the customer's bedroom. But the Cableman better not finish too quickly. As he would soon find out, Danielle is multi-orgasmic. How many times would it take for Danielle to cum before satisfied? Would it be twice? Or would three times be the charm? There's no telling how much fucking would be necessary on this night. Such a woman is unpredictable and must be handled carefully.
But Danielle knew how to take control. She did so by simply rolling over. Instinctively, the Cableman followed her lead so that Danielle now sat on top and straddled. For the Cableman, he loved it when a woman took him for a wild ride. While lying there, he could explore other fantastic treasures; admire her untamed bush with swollen clitoris that stuck out and nearly called for play. And those beautiful breasts hung so naked and free as Danielle sensually rode up and down. Maybe the Cableman would begin by caressing her sexy shoulders, then down to her attractive breasts to aggressively squeeze and play to his delight.
It didn't take long for the Cableman to notice that Danielle’s naked, exciting thighs appeared silky and soft. The Cableman explored them by resting his open palms on top and then lightly stroked his way to Danielle’s crotch.
Touching a woman's clitoris is a delicate matter. One shouldn't simply begin with intense stimulation. As the Cableman knew full well, he simply rested three of his fingers over the jewel and cautiously massaged while looking into her eyes for reassurance.
It was a good idea for Danielle. But she wasn't ready for the Cableman's touch just yet. Instead, she lay her body over his so that Danielle’s clitoris made contact with the Cableman's pubic bone and received stimulation while continuing to fuck.
What was the rush? There was no reason not to stop with the Cableman's throbbing erection buried within. Danielle paused and then gently kissed the Cableman's lips. No tongues to be united; only soft, whispering kisses and an occasional nibble to his lips.
Then, after sloppily pulling away from a final bite, Danielle sat back upright; this time arching back some so that the Cableman's erection was pulled some distance forward. When this is done to a man, it partially cuts some of the circulation which causes his cock to swell harder and larger. Not only that, it makes it nearly impossible for him to cum. Danielle could have him all night if she liked, and had every intention to enjoy as much as possible.
Fucking and fucking and fucking; occasionally Danielle would provide the Cableman some rest by lying over him with nothing more but delicate, gentle kisses. How badly he wished to cum. How badly he wished to seize the crazed woman and finish her off. But we all know that the Cableman loved every minute of it.
And just to make sure sex continued to be exciting; Danielle turned herself around while remaining straddled. She fucked the Cableman with his erection pulled forward and still buried in her pussy. Danielle’s gorgeous ass presented quite a show in this position. All the Cableman could do in response was squeeze and spank that ass while wishing he could abuse it to heart’s content.
For desert, Danielle pulled the Cableman’s swollen cock out and then knelt over his face. It wasn’t like she totally needed oral sex at the moment. But she stuck it in his face, indicating an expectation for him to do as ordered. The Cableman reached behind and grasped Danielle’s ass, then frantically made out with her pussy; sometimes kissing and sucking her lips, other times penetrating her with his tongue.
It didn’t take long for Danielle to enjoy this. But through all that fucking it was difficult to reach another intense orgasm. Her desire and craving for a wild climax only triggered another state of mania. Soon she aggressively rubbed her crotch all over the Cableman’s face and abused it as if it were nothing more than a sex toy. With Danielle dominating, abusing and screwing the living fuck out of him, the Cableman definitely felt loved!
Perhaps allowing the Cableman to take control and do what he wished might make for a nice evening’s finale. Maybe he wanted some more of that ass. Maybe he wished for the customer to be on all fours with wet pussy inviting some slamming penetration.
Dismounting and then assuming this position, Danielle announced, “I don’t know what the hell I want anymore. Just fuck me!”
Mounting her from behind, the Cableman buried his trunk and then repeatedly slammed against Danielle’s gorgeous, jiggly ass. Soon her frazzled, tousled hair and the top of her head smacked against the headboard. If that wasn’t enough abuse, the Cableman slapped and welted her ass while savagely fucking Danielle as-if she were nothing more than a wild animal.
It was definitely a rough job for the Cableman. But the two newfound lovers now lay cuddling in the dark. The Cableman combed his fingers through the customer’s hair, sometimes kissing her on the forehead.Danielle playfully asked before giggling, “Are you going to replace the pre-wiring in my house, now?” She wasn’t worried about it. The Cableman could always get to it some other time. Surely these lovers would be seeing a lot more of each other!