Full Service (Working Stiffs)

by S. L. Carpenter

"Jeeeeesus. That was…wow. Uh, sorry about the mess."

  "Hell, I don't care. Damn, you are so amazing, Tyler." She sighed, letting the burn of his scorching seed heat her entire being.

  He rested his weight on her and she wrapped her arms around his large frame. This was what she wanted. To have a man who took care of all her needs and wasn't afraid to take what he wanted, then make sure she was content. She wanted to be his woman.

  Reality intruded. "Oh shit, I need to get back to work." She hurriedly started putting her clothes on as Tyler watched from the bed in all his naked glory.

  "I know you're busy the rest of the week at work because of the end of month billing and stuff, but I would like to see you Friday night if you can swing it."

  Rachel nodded, "That would be great. I'm late, late, so damn late."

  Rolling over to his stomach he watched her struggle to get ready. "Need help?"

  "Oh no you don't. You'll just distract me and get me all frisky and horny again. I've really got to go." She spun around and rummaged through the blankets. "Where are my panties?"

  "You don't need 'em."

  "Very funny, I need to…oh here they are." She slid them up her legs and did the panty dance as she tried to get them out of her butt without squishing her still wet pussy.

  From that point on, everything went smoothly between the two of them. They lived their day to day lives as usual, meeting for some carnal rendezvous whenever the need or urge hit her. Which seemed to be more and more frequently.

  Rachel told herself she'd found what she wanted. No pressure, no being tied down, just a casual affair between two healthy and consenting people.

  But if there wasn't any emotional ties involved why did she catch herself looking at her cell for texts? Why did she jump when the phone rang? Why was she shopping online for different kinds and colors of lingerie?

  I need to stop this. He's just a guy and we're having fun. I can't get all wrapped up again in someone. I'll just get hurt. I always get hurt.

  The little voice in her head always liked to talk to her. She regarded it as one of those angels or devils on her shoulder. Her personal verbal conscience giving her advice. The Angel was always cautious but the Devil let her have fun.

  "Come by my place tonight. I have some delicious ideas for what to do after work." Tyler's text made her smile and sent a little quiver of excitement shooting between her legs. Delicious ideas, huh?

  She was anxious but excited when she arrived at his apartment. She rang the doorbell and was greeted with his warm smile.

  "Come on in." He reached out his hand to take hers.

  "That's gentlemanly. What are…" She was met with a deep, wet kiss and hug that took her breath away.

  Tyler picked her up and as the door closed he pushed her against it. His body crushed against hers and she was lost in the kiss. His hands grabbed her ass, lifting her up. Her natural instinct was to wrap her legs around him.

  His hot breath burned against her neck as he whispered, "Tonight, you belong to me."

  In a flash of insight, she realized this was his way of taking control. He could have her any way he wanted. She figured it was pretty close to every man's fantasy come to life. And if she was really lucky, he was going to take full advantage of her.

  "I like how you think", she replied, kissing his jaw and turning her head against his.

  "There is only one rule, Rachel. I'm in control."

  He put her back down on her feet and turned her around. Before she could catch her breath, he covered her eyes with a blindfold and wrapped his arms around her. "We're going to have some fun."

  Chapter Five

  Rachel's body was on fire with anticipation. Tyler was slowly walking around and undressing her. His little game sent goose bumps over her body and her pussy drooled with want.

  "Mmmm. Damn, you look good enough to eat." His voice was deep and she wondered if it was her imagination or if it held a hint of danger.

  "First things first."

  Stripped down to only her bra and useless panties, she was led her to the bedroom. He turned her and kissed her. Melting, Rachel reached forward and stroked his thigh, finding what she needed.

  With a shove she felt like she was falling into clouds. Tyler had pushed her back onto the bed.

  She laughed and moved herself up higher and felt around the bed, not able to see anything.

  "I'm in control." His voice echoed in the room, reminding her.

  "Okay, but what's happening?"

  "Shhhh." His finger touched her lips and he gently urged her down onto the pillows. "Reach your hands up."

  His fingers brushed her belly and she started to giggle. "That tickles."

  She soon stopped laughing when she felt cold metal snap against her skin and heard the clicking of the handcuffs as he tightened them–first on one wrist then the other. He was really in control now.

  The fear and the inescapable knowledge that he had her exactly where he wanted her was exhilarating. She had no way of getting free—she couldn't fight him—it had her so turned on she squirmed, feeling the heat between her legs.

  Soon she'd have her man between her thighs. But instead of soothing her, that thought just added to her arousal.

  Her head was spinning from excitement and adrenaline. Her eyes saw nothing except the blackness of the blindfold. Her wrists were sore where she had helplessly strained against the metal edges of the handcuffs.

  Arching her hips upward, Tyler tugged on her by her black silk underwear and made a growling sound. Her underwear stuck against her wet, slippery pussy. He pressed his fingertip against the silken fabric and traced her flesh.

  "Mmmm, fuck, you have a nice pussy. I'm going to really enjoy having you tonight."

  His voice was rough and low and sent a shiver up her spine. She was so ready and needy for him to just take her. No foreplay necessary. She had a need for pure unbridled, bent over, taken from behind, hard, slapping of the ass, hair pulling, nails dug into flesh, balls swinging against clit, unleashed sexual domination.

  His hands were like claws tugging and scratching her hot skin. Her breasts, encased in her thin black bra, ached to be free. He picked her up with his hands squeezing her ass and nuzzled her panties against his mouth. He sucked on her wetness and licked the fabric teasing her to extremes. With a gasp she fell into the mattress as he dropped her to the bed.

  "Damn I want to fuck you so bad my cock hurts."

  The whole feeling of no control drove her wild with arousal. "Then do it. Take me, Tyler. Fuck me until I scream. Make me beg you to stop. Oh God, I want you to fuck me…"

  She wasn't in pain but felt the loss of her sight and her restraints. Not knowing what he was doing. Having to rely only on the sounds and the smells around her. She felt electrified and hyper–sensitive.

  She tried moving herself up closer to the headboard but he quickly pulled her back down by her ankles.

  "You stay put. I'm going to eat, suck and fuck that tight little pussy as many times and as much as I want. Tonight you belong to me. And you can't fight me, you only get to feel what I do to you."

  Excitement ran through her veins. She was so aroused and yet the unknown caused a sliver of fear to run through her. How well did she really know Tyler? Could she trust a man with her like this?

  Every inch of her body began to melt when his mouth kissed her abdomen and he growled. He had such a primal way of arousing and making her want him. The way he moved downward between her legs with his tongue, wet and warm, only added to her delirium. She needed him so badly.

  The darkness from the blindfold made the constant flicking of his tongue over her clit that much more powerful. Her pussy was alive and so sensitive to him. He began to pull on the lips with his mouth sucking on them and nuzzling harder between her legs.

  "I love eating your pussy," he mumbled and licked hard, spreading her labia apart with his fingers, tongue fucking her. His tongue vigorously slid into her slippery opening until she gasped for air.r />
  "Oh God, I can't take this," she whispered yet prayed he wouldn't let up or stop.

  Tyler pulled his face back and gasped for air. "Fuck, you are so hot."

  He looked down on her body and slid his hand between her open thighs. The glisten of saliva and her juices were inviting him to explore more.

  Tyler had some wickedly fun thoughts cross his mind as he stared at her pussy. He moved his fingertip across the slippery opening and pressed inside the lips ever so gently. Her soft moans guiding him to delve deeper.

  Rachel's body arched up when he slipped a finger inside. She shook and he could feel the inner walls of her pussy, hot with excitement and ready for him.

  "Damn you are so tight. I love fucking you." Tyler was fascinated and getting so aroused by this.

  Slipping a second finger next to the first made Rachel groan and he watched her mouth open as her body tensed. The wetness covered his hand as her juices flowed more intensely. His cock strained inside his pants and began to ache.

  This was what craving someone felt like.

  Lowering her back to the bed, he rhythmically began to stroke in and out of her with his fingers. His hunger for her grew rapidly into a savage need, so he quickly moved back between her legs and feverishly began to lick and suck her clit as he finger–fucked her tight pussy.

  The sound of the scratching from the handcuffs on the headboard reminded him of the control he had. He looked up her body seeing her nipples protruding erect and firm. Her mouth was agape and panting and her head moving back and forth with the blindfold covering her eyes.

  This was having complete dominance over someone. Being able to take, take, take. And he wanted to take everything.

  His hands couldn't be everywhere at once but he groped and pulled at her body. Her breasts were so perfect and firm and he wanted to suck those tight nipples so much, but her pussy tasted so good.

  His mind could only handle so much lust and desire, and the primal urge to fuck quickly descended on him.

  With a thump he dropped Rachel to the bed leaving her for a moment as he battled to unfasten his jeans with hands that were less than steady. The large bulge fought to be released.

  He looked at the bed as he began to undress and saw Rachel squirming. She wasn't saying anything just biting her lips and crossing her legs. He kept looking at her face and those lips, those luscious lips.

  Rachel's mind was a storm of feelings. Her body was experiencing pleasure like lightning shooting through her veins and her pussy the center of the vortex. The blackness only heightened her pleasure and having her hands restrained added considerable frustration.

  She wanted to break free, throw Tyler down and fuck him into oblivion, and only after having ten orgasms would she let him up.

  Her body ached to feel his touch as he moved away from her. Then she sensed his presence beside the bed.

  "Open your mouth," he commanded.

  The head of his wondrous cock pressed against her lips, the salty tang of his essence on the tip. Her mind cleared as she let him slide his cock into her mouth and her tongue brushed the hot, thick shaft.

  She wanted him desperately and when he began to slap his fingers gently against her pussy and clit she wanted more. There was nothing in her world but the pleasure of him in her mouth and the shockwaves from him caressing and smacking her sensitive, juicy pussy.

  He began to fuck her again with his fingers and she envisioned it being his cock plunging into her instead of inside her mouth. She was jerking and trying not to bite him as the pleasure mounted to a crescendo of pleasure. She knew she was going to explode and wanted his cock fucking her while she did it.

  She loved giving him head. His feel and taste made her even wetter. She began to suck harder causing him to groan. His cock brushed against the back of her throat and she fought down a gag.

  She craved him so much tears fell from her eyes, wetting the blindfold. He pulled free of her lips and she took a deep breath.

  "Oh Tyler, I'm about to come. Fuck me please, dammit, fuck me. I want to feel you so bad."

  Tyler moved back and lowered his face to hers and kissed her lips. "Oh yes, I'm going to fuck you. All night long I'm going to fuck you. No hole untouched, nothing off limits. You belong to me."

  As he talked he pinched her nipple and then reached down and grabbed her pussy in his hand and squeezed. She was so close to coming, for sure the next thing would set her off.

  Grabbing her by the hips, he lifted her from the bed. The ache from the cuffs strained her arms and her head fell back. She erupted when he thrust inside her gushing cunt. The violent pleasure made her dizzy and she was afraid she was going to faint.

  Something this intense had never happened to her and she fell into the abyss of it with reckless abandon. Wave after wave of spasms coursed through her pussy and up into her throat.

  She choked on a scream.

  "Jesus, oh man you feel incredible." Tyler threw his head up and began to hammer deep and hard in and out of Rachel's wetness. He held her hips with his fingers clamped on the curve of her ass, plunging over and over within the hot, wet sanctum.

  Helpless to stop him, Rachel started to moan and whisper to him. "Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck me, come inside me. Let me feel you come Tyler. Don't stop…"

  His eyes clenched tight as he felt her juices trickling down his cock to his balls smacking against her. "Oh fuck, you feel so good. Oh damn…"

  He wanted more. He dropped her to the bed and collapsed, all his weight crashing onto Rachel. She gasped for air and he sank back into her pussy. Her legs wrapped around him and she bit her lip as he watched her lower face contort and change.

  With his teeth he tugged at the blindfold. "I want to see your eyes." He drew it away.

  She blinked and squinted a little with a look of desperate need that drew him in. As did the way she squeezed her legs around his hips, rocking her pelvis and guiding his cock into her. "Fuck me Tyler, fuck me. I want it all."

  He felt her inner walls tighten around him and dropped his head to her shoulder, biting gently on her flesh. "Mmmm."

  He pushed himself up and began gliding in and out. His eyes locked on hers and he sensed himself climbing to the edge.

  "Oh shit, you're gonna make me come again, Tyler. Oh fuck, don't stop, keep doing that, ohhhh shit…" Rachel's arms jerked on the cuffs restraining her.

  Tyler tried to control his urge to come and lowered his body to rub against her breasts. The friction against his nipples made him groan. "Christ, I'm going to…"

  She tightened her pussy around his cock and he exploded. His mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and he kept plunging into her, letting her milk his essence.

  She moaned and he watched her face as it relaxed. Under his intense gaze, he saw it change as she glowed with contentment.

  "I'm sorry. I tried to, really tried to hold on." Tyler panted, slowly catching his breath.

  "Don't worry, you were fucking amazing. I'm just going to lay here and let this earthquake in my body calm down so I can walk again sometime in the next few months."

  "You are so beautiful Rachel. I could do this all night."

  He watched a grin cross her lips, "Well, that could be arranged." She sighed and shifted. She wanted to get back home and the morning light was shining through the window. Sitting up, she looked around for her clothes.

  "You know you can just stay here. You don't need to go." Tyler grabbed a couple of pillows and propped himself up in the bed. Not being very shy, he thought nothing of being buck–ass–naked.

  Turning to respond she saw his nude body stretched across the bed. Her pussy began to tug her body toward him like a magnet toward steel. Her mind told her she had to go.

  "I think it's better if I do." She found her shoes and held herself against the wall and slipped them on.

  "Why do I always feel like I'm just a fuck–buddy? I mean we've been seeing each other for a while. Why don't we put a little more stock in a good thing?" Tyler clearly not happy a
bout the situation.

  "I don't want to go over this again. We have a good time together, Tyler. I mean you are, just—wow. We really mesh together in bed." She paused trying to gather her thoughts. "But I've been down this road before and every time things get a little more serious, it all falls apart."

  Tyler climbed out of the bed, put on his underwear and then walked to her side of the bed and sat next to her. "I'm not other men, Rachel. I like being with you. I don't fuck around and I'm starting to want a little bit more than what we have."

  She was torn. Should she let herself fall into her standard operating procedure and get serious…just to be hurt again? Or maybe it was time take a chance with Tyler and get more involved, moving beyond this intensely erotic living–fantasy sex life.

  "I don't want to mess this up. Let's just keep things the way they are. We both do whatever we want and see each other when we can. If we get more serious everything will be drama and it'll probably all fall apart."

  "I see. So there aren't any ties binding us and we just hook up whenever. And for you this works perfectly with your busy life." Tyler's demeanor was definitely changing into anger. "So we can go out with other people, no worries about that baggage of commitment and guilt. Right?"

  The one thing that Rachel didn't want was to go over the jealousy issues. Jealous boyfriends, or deal with any of the the hurt, betrayal, and the drama associated with it. No matter how she felt about Tyler.

  "You can do whatever you want Tyler. I'm just not ready to settle down with someone. I always end up getting hurt." She knew she was overreacting but history always repeated itself. Even though she knew she was taking a chance of losing him. "I don't want to talk about this anymore. We can talk later."

  "No need, you made yourself pretty clear." He got up and walked toward the bathroom, glaring at her. "You can let yourself out."

  The door slammed. Rachel sighed and left, knowing she'd hurt Tyler but believing it was for the best.

  Chapter Six

  "So when's the wedding Rachel?"

  She rolled her eyes at Nikki. "No wedding. It's just a…I don't know. It's just a fling, nothing serious. Not sure when or even if I'll see him again." Deep down she knew it was more than that, but didn't want the girls to know. "He can do whatever he wants with whoever he wants."