by Desconhecido
She lay back on the bed with her knees pulled back and wide apart. He hovered above her, one hand groping his cock. He guided the tip to her slick entrance and slid inside her.
He fucked her hard.
Fucking was good. She liked getting fucked. It was the part that came after fucking-the part where they always left-that bothered her most. She was getting accustomed to it, though.
She’d been alone her whole life. Everyone, beginning with her father, had abandoned her. She had always been alone. She would always be alone.
Fucking was a reprieve.
“Fuck me,” she whispered to the man from the bar.
For the next few minutes the only sounds she heard were the sounds of his raspy, uneven breathing and the steady slap of his balls against her ass.
He fell against her and grunted as he came, then he rolled away from her, removed the condom, and dropped it over the edge of the bed.
They lay bed for several minutes without saying a word. She smoked a cigarette. He lay with his arms behind his head, staring up at the ceiling. She glanced at him a couple of times, watching the way the flickering light of the candles danced on his face.
He rolled onto his side and propped his head in his hand. “Are we going to exchange names?”
“Why?”
“It just seems, I don’t know, appropriate.”
“Did you enjoy fucking me?” she asked in a casual, nonchalant sort of way.
“Of course…”
“Did you need to know my name then?”
He didn’t answer. He looked at her for a log moment, then he stood up and began getting dressed. She watched him. He gave her one last look after he had his clothes on, then he walked out of the room.
She listened to the front door open and close. A moment later she heard his car door open and slam shut. She heard the engine start, heard the car back out of the driveway, and a sharp squeal of tires.
Then there was silence.
* * * *
The next night was the same. Another man, another quick fuck. This time he went down on her first. He used his tongue expertly and made her come, and then she rolled the condom over his cock and applied the KY-Jelly.
He climbed between her legs and slid into her. She locked her ankles behind his back and met each of his thrusts. He reached his climax and she came again, this time with him.
He stayed a little longer than most. She fell asleep with him beside her, but when she woke up early the next morning, she found herself alone again.
* * * *
Johnny’s Body Shop.
Piercings and custom tattoos.
Mariah entered the building. The unmistakable scent of marijuana hung heavy in the air. Fluorescent light cast a sickly glow over the place. A man with dirty-blonde hair and a beard was tattooing a vagina on the back of a bald man’s head.
“Be with you in a minute,” he said, glancing briefly at Mariah before returning to the job he was doing on the bald man’s head. Mariah sat and watched him work. When he was finished with the vagina on the bald man’s head, the tattoo artist stepped back and proudly admired the job he’d done.
He turned his attention to Mariah. “What can I do for you?”
* * * *
Larry poured bourbon for Mariah. She brushed a strand of her blonde hair behind one ear and picked up the glass, taking most of it down in two swallows. Larry watched her. She set the glass down hard on the counter, nodded at it, and said, “Give me another.” Larry poured.
“I’ll go easier on this one,” she said. Another customer called Larry down for a refill on his beer. Larry went down and took care of the customer, then he came back to Mariah.
“Larry, are you ever going to fuck me?” she asked.
He leaned on the bar, looked into her eyes, and said, “No, I don’t believe so.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t believe that’s the kind of guy I am.”
“What does that mean? Are you gay?”
“No… I don’t mean that. A nice girl like you, I just don’t think I could fuck you and leave it at that.”
“Nice girl?” She laughed. “Where do you get that I’m a nice girl? You’ve seen me leave the bar with countless men, even a few women. There’s nothing nice about me, Larry.”
“Sure there is.”
She lit a cigarette, lost herself momentarily in deep thought, then said, “You’d want more than just to fuck me?”
“I’d want more,” he said.
Another customer called out for a refill. Larry went to take care of it. When he returned to Mariah, she said, “Come home with me tonight. I have something I want you to see.”
Larry thought about it. She sensed his hesitation. “Please…” she said.
“Okay, sure,” he told her. “I’ll go home with you.”
* * * *
“Did you mean what you said about wanting more than just to fuck me?” Mariah asked. They were standing in her living room.
“I meant it.”
She smiled. “You’ll have to excuse me if I have trouble believing you. My experience with people in general, and men specifically, is that they usually take what they want and then run away.”
She turned and headed toward the bedroom, stopping long enough to give him a look of invitation. She continued into the bedroom. He followed her.
She stopped beside the bed and turned to face Larry as he came into the room.
“Why has it taken so long for me to get your attention?”
“You’ve always had my attention.”
She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. She kneeled on the floor in front of him and reached for his belt, loosening it, undoing his trousers. She tugged his pants down to his ankles. He cock, already hard, made a tent in his boxers. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and dragged them down next.
His cock jumped out at her. She wrapped her slender fingers around the thick shaft and moved her fist along its length several times, then she leaned up and ran her tongue around the helmet, pausing long enough to flick her tongue against its tip before she finally took his cock into her mouth.
He was silent as she sucked his cock, save for the occasional groan. She worked diligently, almost methodically, her hand and mouth moving in concert.
She stopped suddenly, leaving him on the verge of coming. She stood up and sat on the bed. She removed her shoes one at a time, watching Larry as she did, keeping her eyes fixed on his.
She stood up and unfastened her jeans, stepping out of them, letting them fall to the floor beside where her shoes lay.
She was wearing only her blouse now.
Larry kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and boxers. He moved close to her, reaching out to slide his arms around her waist. She grabbed hold of his wrists. “Wait,” she said. “I want you to promise me something.”
“What?”
“That you won’t ask questions.”
He hesitated, then said, “Okay, no questions.”
She reached under her blouse and pulled her panties down and off, dropping them on top of her jeans. She stared into his eyes and he held her gaze, looking for something there. He was sure he saw fear, but there was something else too- longing, maybe even a little hope.
She slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, letting the two sides cover her breasts until the final button was undone, then she slid the blouse from her shoulders, letting it drift to the floor with a whisper.
She watched for Larry’s reaction. His eyes fell immediately to her breasts. Through each nipple was a large silver ring, and attached to each ring was a silver chain that swept down and around her ribcage.
She turned her so he could see it.
The silver chains curved up and attached to a pair of handcuffs that dangled between her shoulder blades.
Mariah climbed onto the bed on all fours. She looked back at Larry, as seductive a smile as she could manage.
“I want you to put the ha
ndcuffs on,” she said. “Put them on and fuck me.”
He hesitated.
“Please…”
The vulnerability in her tone made him do it. He climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. He put his wrists in the cuffs and clicked them tight.
“Fuck me,” she said.
She was looking back over her shoulder at him. A strand of blonde hair fell over one eye. Her pink mouth was moist and sexy.
She reached back and lifted his cock, placing it between her pussy lips, angling the tip at her slick entrance. He pushed into her, filling her pussy with his dick, sliding in until his balls pressed against her clit.
“I’m not a nice girl,” she said.
He withdrew his cock and slid it into her again.
“Do you know I’ve been fucked in the men’s restroom at the bar?”
She rocked herself back against him, swallowing his cock deep into her pussy.
“You didn’t know that, did you? Well, it’s true, I have. I stood with my hands against the stall while a stranger fucked me.”
She pumped her ass back against him.
“I fucked my best friend’s husband in their bed. She never found out…”
The slippery pink lips of her vulva clung to his shaft, folding in and out with every stroke of his cock.
The silver rings through her nipples swung back and forth, pulling her tits with them.
“I let two men fuck me on a train… I gave a stranger head under the table in a crowded café… I let one of my girlfriends fuck with me a dildo…”
She gasped and began to grind herself against him, panting, her fingers clutching at the covers as she reached her climax.
He couldn’t move his hands far with the handcuffs on, but he stretched his fingers out until they were just touching her shoulders.
“… but I’ve never… ever… made love…”
She came up on her knees then, leaning her back against his chest, and turned her head so he could kiss her.
His balls tightened, his cock jerked inside her, and he came.
They lay together afterward, in the dark, him spooning her from behind, the handcuffs still on. He felt her fingers brush his hand and then she slipped something cold and metallic against his palm.
A moment later she heard the soft click of the key snapping the handcuffs open. Sometimes you had to follow your instincts.
She closed her eyes and went to sleep, truly believing in her heart that he would be there in the morning.
Lube Job
Brooke was in her own little world, thinking about the guy she’d left behind. It pissed her off it had to be that way, but sometimes love wasn’t enough. A girl could be expected to handle just so much before she had to open her eyes and see the truth.
Sex with Michael had been good in the beginning of their relationship. No, who was she kidding? Sex with Michael had been better than good. It had, in fact, been nothing short of mind blowing, and it had stayed that way for nearly two years, right up until his drinking had taken over his life and left his interest in sex nonexistent.
A nonexistent sex life was something Brooke had no interest in. She was a young woman with a healthy sexual appetite, and any man who wanted to be with her had better be able to pull his weight in the bedroom, or in the kitchen, or in the woods, or wherever else she felt the need.
She was heading south now, trying to put as many miles between her life with Michael as she could. Her parents lived in a small Texas town, and she was going home again at the age of thirty-five.
She caught herself thinking about Michael as she drove and that bothered her. She could easily recall the way he touched her and the way he made her pussy tingle with just a stroke of his fingers.
And Michael knew how to eat pussy. There was absolutely no doubt about that. He knew just the way she liked to be licked, exactly when to put his fingers inside her, and how hard to suck her clit.
She felt her pussy starting to tingle and her panties getting damp. She had to clear her mind of her horny thoughts or she’d end up running her car off the road, but she couldn’t stop thinking about Michael.
Damn him. Why wouldn’t he go away?
She remembered the time they’d been doing it doggie-style. He’d been behind her, really fucking her, sliding his thick cock in to the hilt and all the way out again. She’d been caught up in the heat of it, loving the way his cock filled her, and suddenly he’d smacked her on the ass. She’d tried so hard not to laugh because she knew Michael liked to spank her, but she hadn’t been able to help herself. She’d bit her lip until she nearly drew blood, but the laughter came anyway.
He’d sulked for a long time after that. She really hadn’t wanted to hurt her feelings. It wasn’t that she minded being spanked. She liked it just fine when she was in the mood, but that night she’d found it funny, not erotic.
She made it up to him a few days later. He was watching TV in the living room when she marched in wearing a transparent nightie and matching panties, demanding he spank her bottom because she’d been a naughty girl. Not only did he happily spank her ass, he fucked her like he’d never fucked her before, leaving her pussy swollen and sensitive for days.
She was smiling at the memory when an awful grinding noise brought her back to reality. She glanced down at her dash and saw the check oil light flashing at her. She knew enough about cars to know that if she didn’t pull over now she’d blow up her engine.
She pulled over to the narrow shoulder of the road. She knew where she was. She was only a little ways from Little Lake. She could easily walk the short distance, so she set out on foot, hoping she’d find an open gas station when she got there. It was Sunday, which meant fishing day for the good people of Little Lake, so the odds weren’t in her favor.
At least she was dressed for the hike. She wore short cut-offs that accentuated longs legs, sexy hips, and a firm, well-rounded bottom, and her halter top did little to contain her firm, jiggling breasts. If she was lucky, maybe a male would drive by. No way in hell he’d pass her without giving her a lift.
No such luck, though, and she ended up walking the entire way.
She spotted a gas station at the only major intersection in town and headed straight for it. There was a very old tow truck parked on the side of the building. She hoped it was in running condition and could be used to bring her car to the station to be fixed.
Her heart sank immediately when she reached the gas station and saw the closed sign hanging in the window.
“Shit,” she muttered, looking around for another station.
She didn’t see one and she wasn’t surprised.
“What now?” she asked, as if some magical answer would come to her.
She was about to start walking again when she heard what sounded like hammering coming from inside the garage. She went to the garage door and peeked through one of the dirt-smudged windows. She had to stand on her toes to see inside.
There was a guy inside. A nice-looking guy, late twenties or early thirties, wearing a plain white t-shirt and Levis. His hair was nearly shoulder length a black. His bangs fell across his forehead as he bent over a work table to examine what was probably some sort of car part. There was a car up on jacks, which Brooke figured belonged to the part the guy was looking at with such intense scrutiny.
She tapped on the window.
The guy looked up at her but made no move to come toward her. She waved him over. He set down the tool he was working with and came toward her at a casual pace. No way he was going to be rushed.
He finally reached the door and then dropped out of Brooke’s sight. A moment later the garage door rumbled up.
“Can I help you?” the guy asked.
“I sure hope so,” she said.
She noticed how he lowered his eyes to glance at her chest, and when he looked up again, he had a very slight smile on his lips. She looked down at her chest and saw that she’d perspired so much the shirt had become see-through, showing the dark circles of
her nipples.
She looked up at him again, certain her cheeks were turning red.
“It’s hot out here,” she said, as if the words offered some justification for her tits being on very prominent display in front of a stranger.
“Sure is,” he said in a laid-back Texas drawl. “About a hundred ten in the shade. You want something to drink?”
“Please,” she replied.
He motioned her into the garage and dragged the heavy door down again. She watched as he crossed to an old-fashioned Coca-Cola ice chest and opened it up, reaching inside to draw out two bottles of soda. He opened the sodas and brought one to her.
“So, how is it I can help you?” he asked.
“Well, I think I ran my car out of oil a little ways down the road,” she said. “It started rattling and grinding and the oil light came on.”
He took a drink of soda. “You pull over right away?”
“As soon as it happened,” she said.
“Good.”
He took another drink of his soda. When he said nothing else, Brooke asked if he thought he might be able to take a look at it.
“Depends,” he said. “You think you can wait ’til I finish up here?”
He indicated the car on the jacks with a slight nod.
“Sure,” she said.
It wasn’t like she was in a hurry to get anywhere, and besides, she was sort of at his mercy.
He pulled out a wooden stool for her to sit on, then he went back to work on the car part. He finished with it and leaned into the engine compartment to put the piece back on. Brooke watched his arm muscles flex as he held the part in place and tightened it down with a wrench.
Next he lay on a flat wooden thing on wheels and rolled himself beneath the car. Brooke couldn’t help but notice the size of the bulge in front of his jeans and she found herself squirming on the stool, fighting the urge to go down there and unzip his pants for a peek.
