Author's Note: These short fantasies started off as weekly mini-stories for my readers, but the newsletter was shut down because autoresponders do not accept adult content. I thus decided to publish these fantasies for free for my readers to enjoy. It is meant to entertain, so please do not leave hateful comments if everything is not perfect. I am only human after all.
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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do... because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now...
A few months ago, my roommates and I decided it would be a good idea to switch Internet Service Providers (ISP). For the same monthly price, we would have unlimited downloads. Bigger is always better, right? WRONG!
Our current—at the time—ISP account was in my name, so I was put in charge of everything. Not only did I have to find a company that offered unlimited internet in our price range—my roommates are in college, so money is usually an issue for them—but I also had to open an account with them, schedule the installation and cancel our current service. I knew it would be a lot of work, but it would all be worth it if it meant being able to stream Netflix in HD. Or so I thought...
It all started at the beginning of May. By then, I had found an ISP that offered unlimited internet for the same monthly cost as our current provider—including activation fees, installation fees and the cost for the new modem. I knew I would soon be leaving for my yearly month-long "workation", so I called up the company and explained my predicament. They assured me I could create the account now and schedule the installation to coincide with my return. It sounded like the best option, so I accepted the temporary installation date—I say temporary, because I would have to contact them upon my return to confirm the installation date—they gave me. Starting June 27th, we would have unlimited internet—one of my roommates was leaving, so the remaining one and I thought it best to wait until the next one moved in to switch ISP.
The plan was to get the exact same internet we currently had, but the woman I spoke to convinced me fiber optic was better than cable. Since the cost was the same, I chose to heed her advice. In less than two months, we would have unlimited fiber optic internet.
I left for my "workation" with peace of mind and returned on June 26th with my trust in our new ISP intact. The next day, I called them up and scheduled the installation for July 2nd. I may be a trusting person by nature, but I chose to err on the side of caution and wait until our new internet was installed before canceling the old one. That was the best decision I ever made.
The technician was scheduled to arrive at some point between 8:00 am and 12:00 am. He arrived at 8:3, only to let me know fiber optic internet required a phone line. I also learned the ancient phone line we had in our apartment was not linked to the power box—or whatever it's called—located in our landlord's apartment, which was located right beneath ours. Even worse, he had to wake up my roommate to determine this. But the worst part of all was that in order to activate our new internet, he would have to run another line from our landlord's apartment to ours. Since he wasn't there, getting his permission was impossible. The technician suggested I call our new ISP and switch our service back to cable. I was a little irrigated, but thanked the man and watched him leave.
I called our new internet provider and explained the situation. They agreed to switch our service free of charge and send us a new modem—the first one they had sent us only worked for fiber optic. I was also forced to schedule a new installation. Unfortunately, there was a ten-day waiting period and I would be gone during that time for a second, mini "workation". Since I couldn't be certain my roommates would be there to welcome the technician, I scheduled the new installation to coincide with my return. On August 1st, we would have our new internet. At least that was the plan.
I thought my troubles were over, but the next day, I ran into my landlord and learned he had lost access to the internet and could no longer use his phone. It quickly became obvious the technician had unplugged some—okay, it was actually many—wires during his visit and had left them unplugged upon his departure. Though it was in no way my fault, I felt guilty and assured my landlord I would sort everything out.
I returned home and called my new ISP. They apologized for the inconvenience, but told me there was nothing they could do because the technician that had screwed up my landlord's internet and phone worked for another ISP—in Montreal, there are two major internet providers and all the other, smaller companies use their internet while giving their clients better benefits to remain competitive. What that meant was that the only way to fix the problem was to pay for a technician to come resolve the issue—they needed an account number to send one free of charge and, since my landlord was the one with the problem, that meant he was on his own. In other words, he would have to call his ISP and get them to send a technician to his residence to fix the issue. I felt incredibly guilty, especially since I would be gone by the time my landlord's internet returned—if it did—but there was nothing I could do. My second "workation" was thus the most stressful one of my life. Thankfully, everything had returned to normal by the time I returned. Well, almost...
When I arrived, I had received the new modem and sent back the old one using the return envelope they had included with the package. Everything was going according to plan and I was able to relax for a few days. On July 31st, our current ISP was shut off—in order to activate our new internet, I had been forced to cancel our old one.
The technician was supposed to arrive on August 1st between 8:00 am and 12:00 am. When the clock read 12:30 and still he remained absent, I borrowed my roommate's cell phone—I use VoIP because it's cheaper than a normal phone and I only rarely use it. However, no internet means no phone—and called our new ISP. They informed me the August 1st installation date was only temporary—even though I had repeatedly asked the lady I had spoken to whether or not this was the ACTUAL installation date—and that their next available technician could not come until August 5th. Since there was nothing I could do, I agreed.
The technician was scheduled to arrive between 8:00 am and 12:00 am on August 5th. By 12:30, he still wasn't there. I once again borrowed my roommate's cell phone and called. I explained the situation and was put on hold. As luck would have it, the doorbell rang moments later. My roommate, who was standing by the window let me know it was the technician. I let the man I was dealing with know I would have to call back to yell at him. He laughed, knowing I was not angry at him but at the company he worked for.
I hung up the phone and handed it to my roommate, before heading to the front door and buzzing in the tardy technician. It took about fifteen seconds before I heard a knock on the door, but that was enough to push me past my limit. I am not usually prone to violent vocal outbursts, but anger now boiled within me. I couldn't wait to let the technician just how angry I was by his tardiness, no matter if he had a good excuse. It was with a crazed smile that I opened the door.
My angry words died in my throat when I laid eyes on one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her hair was long and blonde. Her eyes the bluest blue I had ever seen. And her body... Oh, that body... Though most of it was concealed by the uniform she wore, I could tell she was beautiful, breathtaking. The mere sight of her made me forget all about my anger. In its place now stood arousal. So much arousal that a powerful fantasy began growing within me. But I could not afford to let it take over. I repelled it as best as I could and invited the beautiful technician into the apartment.
She studied the modem for mere seconds before saying the four words I least wanted to hear.
"We have a problem."
Anger returned to my body. Mixing with arousal, it became a mutant force that took hold of my body, dragging me away from reality before I could even consider letting my anger burst out of me. One moment, I was standing in the real world and the next I was in an identical fantasy one.
My anger remained just as potent and I opened my mouth to yell. I wanted to yell at her. I wanted to slap her. But I also wanted to kiss her. And fuck her. I was a mess. One second I was angry and the next I was aroused. The two emotions battled it out for a while before I decided to let them both inspire me. This was a fantasy and I would take advantage of it to expel all the anger and arousal from my body.
"Don't move," I said through gritted teeth. Without another word, I hurried out of the living room.
When I returned, I was wearing a bathrobe.
"Why'd you change?" she asked.
I didn't answer. At least not with words. Instead, I unfastened my bathrobe and let it slip off my shoulders, revealing the naked body that lay beneath. Her eyes widened in shock and her jaw dropped open in disbelief. But as surprising as my nudity was, it was not the cause for her shock. It was the large strapon I wore.
The woman remained frozen in shock for a moment before her voice returned.
"What the..." she began, but that was all she got out before I shoved the tip of my plastic cock into her mouth. I had taken advantage of her petrified state to close the gap that separated us. I had also forced her to her knees. She now kneeled before me, her eyes wide and her lips wrapped around my spear.
I smiled down at her with devilish delight as I forced the strapon deeper and deeper into her mouth. But her mouth could only handle so much and the toy soon slipped into her throat. With each new inch that entered it, her eyes grew wider. The incomprehension that filled them soon turned to fear. She struggled to break free, but I grabbed her head and held it in place.
"Suck it!" I ordered in a voice that left no place for debate. Our eyes met and she instantly knew disobeying me was a bad idea. Still, I held on to her head until she nodded.
As soon as she was free, she began slowly rocking back and forth, forcing the toy in and out of her mouth and throat. At first, her eyes were filled with dread, but each time the shaft slid into her, it chased a little of that fear away. By the time she had worked her way up to ferocious deep throating, her eyes were filled with lust.
