Date: Tue, 31 Dec 2013 08:48:31 -0500 (EST)
From: A. Iku <iku_iku227@aol.com>
Subject: Construction Access

As a writer, I spend a considerable amount of time at home, in my little
studio apartment in Alphabet city. That was, especially so at the time of
this story. I was in the beginning phases of compiling a volume of my old
college essays, and short stories for publishing. An old professor of mine
thought it'd be a great idea to publish some of my old work, to get my feet
wet a little in the literary world. So at the time, I was on a two week
long writing binge, getting all my stories and essays edited and refined
for publishing. I hadn't so much as left my apartment to take out the
garbage or even check the mail. I was completely oblivious to the outside
world. My life revolved around the safe confines of the four walls of my
little studio, and no further. And I was completely emerged and lost in the
world of my writing. Reality and the existence of a world outside of my own
wasn't even remotely conceivable. That was until one fateful morning.

Boooooooom. I was awoken by the sound of what I could only describe as the
loudest, most intense thunder I had ever heard, as my studio shook.
Earthquake, I thought. Then I realized there were no such things as
earthquakes in New York City. Then I thought, bomb; but I heard no screams
or sirens ringing out from the streets. Then I looked out the window, and I
saw them. A full construction crew going full throttle with a number of
jackhammers on the street below my window.

As I got up and jumped right back into my writing, not even taking the time
to even shower or grab any breakfast; the very loud construction crew went
on. At that point I was completely submerged into my writing binge, so
nothing else mattered. By then, I had gone days without eating or
showering. I didn't so much as change my underwear, the sole sum of my
attire, which were probably on its fourth day. But I continued to write,
just as the construction crew continued to work. I did my best to stay
focused on my task at hand; but so were they. It became an all-out struggle
to maintain my composure and concentration. But eventually they won. The
sounds of their jackhammers had completely destroyed my concentration and I
lost any focus I had left on my project. I was enraged. I was on a hell of
a run and was nearly done with my book, until this inconsiderate, meat
headed construction crew decided to invade my street with their excessive
noise. I was incredibly pissed. I knew I had to say something, do
something, at least let them know what a fucking nuisance they were being.

So, I grabbed a robe and threw it on. Then I stormed down to the street,
where the crew was working right in front of my building. I was so pissed;
I didn't even bother to put on any shoes. So I stormed down there,
barefoot, wearing just a bathrobe and confronted them. "What the hell do
you think you're doing? Don't you know people are trying to get work done
around here?" I shouted as I approached the crew. They just laughed at me,
brushed my concerns of like they were nothing.

Then one of them, a big burly looking guy with a wild scraggly looking
beard walked up to me. He had his hands buried deep in the pockets of his
overalls with just his thumbs poking out. He walked up to me with an almost
too cocky stride. "Hey beautiful, why don't you go back inside. We men out
here are trying to work." He said trying to emasculate me. But I was far
from the weak and feminine type. I wasn't one to ever back down from a
fight and I was just as tough and just as manly as any of those guys on
that crew, especially the jackass standing in front me.

"Fuck you man." I said as I pushed the guy back. He went back a few feet,
nearly falling. But he was charging back at me in no time. But before he
got to me, the other crew members were jumping between us to break it
up. "Fuck you." I said again, as I was being held back.

Then as the guy calmed down, he just looked at me and said, "Ok", and shook
his head.

Thinking I won, I walked back to my building feeling confident. "Just keep
it the fuck down." I said as I reached the door. Then I realized I didn't
have my keys. After playing with the knob awhile and pressing all the
buzzers for the other apartments in the building, I was crippled with
embarrassment. It was the middle of the day. No one was home. There was no
way I was getting back into my building anytime soon. And here I was locked
out, half naked and with nothing, not even my phone. And the only other
people around was this construction crew that I had just had a physical
altercation with. They saw me in my predicament and just laughed. They
thought it was just so hilarious that I was locked out. I admit, if I was
in their shoes, I would laugh at me too. But I wasn't laughing. I was
pissed, even more now. It was only a little after noon, so I ended up
having to sit outside, half naked, freezing, and embarrassed, to say the
least, for at least another two hours. And I was definitely the brunt of
all the construction workers' jokes.

When I got back into my apartment, I was fuming.  I was pissed. I couldn't
believe the day I was having. First those jackass construction workers made
it impossible for me to work with their noise. Then I get into a fight with
them and end up locking myself out in the cold all afternoon, just to be
the brunt of their jokes. And now, that I'm back in my apartment, their
noise seems to be even louder. I just couldn't take it. I just put my ear
phones on, got in bed, and forced myself back to sleep.

When I woke up, it was dark and finally quiet. I figured, maybe now I'll
get a chance to write in peace. But when I got up, and looked over to my
computer, someone was there, reading my book, reading my stories. "What the
fuck are you doing in my apartment?" I yelled at my intruder, with just an
ounce of fear and apprehension inside me.

"Just catching up on a little reading, is all beautiful." The intruder
said. Then he stood up and turned around. It was the asshole that I had
gotten into the fight with earlier.

"How the fuck did you get in here?" I asked as the fear left my body and
was replaced with the anger that had been building up inside me for this
asshole all day.

"You gave me your key. Don't you remember beautiful?" He said with a
menacing look on his face.

"You stole my fucking keys? That's why I was stuck outside all day?" I
said, my anger now turning into rage. "Get the fuck out of my apartment."

"Now why would I do that, beautiful? You invited me." He said, creeping me
out even further.

"Man, seriously. You've had your fun, now get the fuck out of here, before
I call the cops."

"And what are you gonna tell them? That you approached me on the street,
half naked and invited me to fuck you. You wanted this. You even gave me a
keys to get in." He said, staring me up and down, licking his lips.

"Man, seriously get the fuck out of here." I said, more terrified than
ever. I grabbed the metal bat from beside my bed.

"Oh what are you gonna do with that beautiful?" he said as he began to walk
towards me, unzipping his overalls, revealing his bare hairy chest.

"Don't take another fucking step." I ordered him. He shrugged his shoulders
and said ok. Then he bent down and started untying his big black work
boots. "Seriously man, cut it the fuck out. Get out of here." I kept
on. Then he let the overalls fall off his shoulders, revealing his whole
upper body to me. He was incredibly big. His shoulders and his arms
bulged. His chest was wide and expansive, and covered in thick curly black
hair, that made a trail down his solid torso to his slight, little beer
gut. Then he let the overalls fall even further, completely to the
floor. And there, between his thick muscled thighs, hung the most beautiful
fucking dick I'd ever seen. It was very long and very thick. It was like a
third arm, and it had one vein running down along its length, that seemed
to jump and pulse though it was still soft. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't
mesmerized by it. But under the circumstances and the rage I was in,
cutting it off and shoving it down his throat was the more viable
option. "Man I'm serious get the fuck out of here." I yelled again.

"I don't know why you want me gone so bad, beautiful. Earlier you were
begging me to come over." He said with a sick smirk on his face. "I read
your stories. I know what kind of sick, freaky shit you like. And here it
is," he said as he grabbed a handful of his big monster of a dick. Then he
stepped out of his boots and overalls simultaneously, and walked towards
me. As he got closer, I could smell his scent, the husky aroma of his big
sweaty dick, the pungent odor of his hairy pits, the strong funk emitting
from his large man sized feet.

"I'm serious man, don't you take another fucking step." I said one last
time, before he lunged at me, and I swung the bat. But I fucking missed,
and he grabbed it. Then he threw the bat down, and came at me again. He
tackled me to the floor; and we wrestled. Like I said before, I was as
tough and manly as any of those construction workers, including this
one. And I have never, ever shied away from a fight. So I gave the
son-of-a-bitch the fight he was looking for.

We were rolling around on the floor, wrestling. Then eventually, he was on
top of me. I could feel his dick hardening against my thigh. He tried to
hold my arms down but, like I said, I was no weakling. Though, considerably
smaller than him in size, in strength, I met his match. I threw him off me
and we continued on, trying to best one another. But neither one of us had
the edge. One thing was for sure though, the feeling of having his big
naked bear of a body all over me was beginning to turn me on. And I wasn't
the only one who noticed it either. "See beautiful," he said, "I knew you
wanted this. So stop fighting me and just take it."  Then the bastard
leaned in and licked my neck.

"Fuck this shit," I mumbled and for some reason that lick on my neck gave
me a little charge. The next thing I knew, with all the strength I could
muster, I threw the fiercest fucking head butt his way, knocking the
son-of-a-bitch out cold, and he collapsed on my chest...

The one thing he had right about me, was that I was into a lot of sick,
freaky shit. My stories, they were all a little on the dark side of
things. They were sexy, raunchy, and, in some cases, sadistic to say the
least. And yes, under any other circumstances, someone with the physical
attributes as this guy, would be more than welcomed in my bed. But! What
this big ole hairy construction worker didn't know was that never, not in a
million fucking years, would I allow a big burly bear of a man like him to
rip me apart. Me! I liked to do the ripping.

So, while he was still unconscious, I chained him to the wall, with his
arms wide and his legs spread. Picture a bear posed in the position of Da
Vinci's Vitruvian man, only faced against a brick wall, with his thick,
round ass on display. Once I had him all nice and secure against the wall,
I lit a cigarette and began to play.

This is where the kinky shit begins. I took my tongue and started to slowly
run it along the bulging muscles of his strong back. He was still out of
it, so he didn't move a muscle. Now that he was mine, I was in no hurry. So
I decided I'd take my time and explore his body with my tongue. I found his
wet sweaty pits, that our fight only intensified the smell of, and I licked
them dry. Then with my tongue, I made a trail down his side. It must have
tickled his ribs, because suddenly he was woke. "What the hell are you
doing to me?" The big muscled bear cried out.

I just laughed. "I thought you read my stories. Didn't you say you know all
the freaky shit I like? Take a guess at what we're doing." I said as I put
my cigarette out on the spot I had just licked. He screamed out in
anguish. I just laughed. The intoxicating smell of his sweaty flesh being
seared was incredible. It was like the good ole smell of southern
barbeque. "We're gonna play. I thought you wanted to play?" I said to him,
as I laughed. He just cursed me and cried. The big thing, he was calling me
all types of names. He called me every name in the book, some I couldn't
even spell and other I'd never even heard of before. He was throwing every
insult he could think of at me. I admit, it hurt my feelings just a teeny
little bit, but turned me on all the same. This big burly bear was being
played with and, all the while, all he could do was throw a few insults. It
was so ironic and hilarious. After a while though, I got tired of his
insults. So, I pulled off my dirty, funky, week long worn underwear, and
shoved them in his mouth. Then I went on with my exploration without any of
his noisy fucking interruptions.

I moved in real close and ran my tongue down his hips and onto his
thighs. His ass was incredibly hairy, just the way I like it. And its musty
scent was calling me, and I answered it by sliding my tongue down the crack
of his ass. Then I found his little hairy hole and gave it a lick. I could
hear his muffled moans through my underwear that was jammed in his
mouth. As I licked his hole, all his muscles jumped and tensed up. "Is that
a little untouched virgin cherry I feel?" I said teasing him. "Well, it
won't be for long." I told him as I then began to attack his hole with my
tongue. It was the tightest one I had ever seen. I then started stretching
and spreading his hole with my thumbs. Then with three fingers at a time, I
began thrusting in him up to the knuckle. He continued to moan, and cry,
and mumble insults at me. I just laughed as I continued explore his little
hole. I did this for nearly two hours, smoking another three cigarettes and
putting them all out on his flesh, before I got bored.

I realized it had been a while since I had anything to eat so I got dressed
and went out for dinner, leaving the bear chained to the wall. I had been
shut up in my apartment for so long that I decided, after dinner, to
hangout and catch up with a couple of friends, all the while fantasizing
about what I had waiting for me back home.

When I got back to my apartment, the bear was the furthest thing from my
worries. As soon as I got back, I felt a surge of energy and inspiration
flow through me. My night out and the fun I had poking the bear, gave me
that extra little push I needed to finish my work. And within an hour I had
completed it, I was done. After that, I decided that I was going to take a
shower and go to bed, then maybe tomorrow I'd play with my big hairy bear
some more.

When I got out of the shower, I was excited and exhausted all the same. I
had had a long day, but I'd accomplished a lot. I was tired; but I figured,
I deserved a little reward for all my hard work. And I had one right there,
chained to the wall, waiting for me. But when I stepped out of the
bathroom, and looked across the studio, he was gone. My bear had somehow
escaped, ripping the chains right off the wall. I instantly panicked. Then
suddenly I felt his heavy fist come down hard against the back of my
head. My wet, naked body fell to the floor, as he stood over me. "Now we're
gonna play my way, you little bitch." He said standing over top of me,
still naked, but only now his big boots were back on. Then, out of nowhere,
one of his boot was colliding with my face and I blacked out.

Minutes later I wake up in my bed. My hands were tied to the headboard, and
the bear was lying there between my legs, taking my dick down his
throat. It was nothing for me to get out of those ties, this wasn't my
first rodeo but, the work he was doing on my meat was so incredible, I
decided to let him go on. He was an expert sucker. He took my dick down his
throat like a pro. Then, he began licking and taking my balls in his mouth,
one at a time. I nearly came right then and there. But then, he changed his
focus and spread my legs. He went right for my hole. And that's where I
drew the line. Like I said before, I liked to do the ripping. "Not
there. Not tonight." I said as I slipped my hands out of the ties. But he
didn't hear me or didn't care. Because before I knew it, he was pulling my
legs up over his hips and lining his dick up to my hole.

"No." I said one last time. But it was no use. The tip was already inside
me, and there was no stopping him now. If he wasn't using his strength
before, during our fight, he definitely was now.  The pain was immense,
excruciating. It had been years since I let somebody fuck me, and they were
nowhere near the size of the bear inside me now. I screamed out in
pain. But he just kept pushing. I was throwing punch after punch into the
top of his head. But it only seemed to encourage him more. Then, out of
nowhere and without any warning, he thrust his massive dick in me, all the
way to the balls. I nearly fainted from the pain. I fell back to the bed. I
had no more fight in me. He won. I just laid there and submitted.  And In
no time at all, the pain was replaced with the intense pleasure of being
fucked senseless. I had never felt so full before in my life. He was
stretching my ass like it had never been stretched before. He was going
deeper and deeper with every thrust, opening me up wider and wider. Then,
just when I thought he was ready to cum, he pulled out of me and said, "Now
finish eating my ass." He wasn't waiting for my response because just as
quickly as he said it, he was getting up and straddling my chest. With his
hole dangling in front of my face, I wasted no time thrusting my tongue and
my fingers back inside the hairy hole. And he just sat there and moaned and
ground his hole on my tongue. Then, he reached down and took my dick back
into his mouth. Within minutes, we were both shooting our loads. Then what
surprised me even more was that after we had both emptied our balls, he
licked us both clean, swallowing every drop of cum we both produced. Then
calmly, as if none of this intense day had ever happened, he got up, put
his overalls back on, and said, "That was fun, beautiful. Maybe we can play
again sometime." Then he licked his lips and headed for the door.

As he was leaving, I said "You know where I live. You've got the key."

Then he was gone.  And I just laid there confused. This whole day had been
amazing, but none of it made any sense. How do you go from having a heated
altercation with someone, to them breaking into your apartment, to which I
could only imagine was his attempt to forcibly fuck me? Then, in the course
of our struggle, I knock him out cold only to exact my revenge through
torture; only to have him break free and actually force himself on me just
as he originally intended. But, that then only led to an incredible and
mutually satisfying fuck session that had me inviting him back for more. In
what world does all of this happen? In what reality is any of this
possible? I guess only in the darkest recesses of a writer's mind; where
lines are blurred and there are 50 shades of gray.

*Just my little interpretation of a 50 Shades of Gray type of story. I hope
you enjoyed it. Feel free to email me your thoughts and opinions.
iku_iku227@aol.com

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