by Skye Reed
Matt felt the contractions from her pussy against his cock, and pushed against them even harder. He started matching her screams with loud grunts of his own. "Are you ready for it?" he said, staring at her, pushing himself as far inside her as he could.
"Yes!" she wailed, still climaxing, her body alive with intense pleasure. "Do it! Do it now!" He obliged, almost roaring as he came.
She felt the hot splash deep inside her as he started to cum, coating the inside of her pussy. He carried on thrusting as she instinctively milked his cock with her muscles, desperate for every drop to fill her to the brim. It spurted into her again and again, leaving her breathless and wondering if it would ever end.
Finally he finished cumming and collapsed on top of her, still rock hard inside her pussy and determined to leave it there as long as possible.
The brutal reality of the situation hit Katie very quickly as she lay there on her hallway floor. She felt like the cheapest of sluts, her legs wide open for the repair man, his warm cum dribbling down her thighs. Her orgasm had subsided and she used all her might to push him off her, pull up her jogging bottoms and run to the bathroom, locking the door.
She listened at the door and soon heard Matt whistling to himself and fiddling with his IT tools so she guessed he was getting on with the job he was actually sent here to do. Cocky bastard.
Katie felt utterly ashamed of herself, but there was no denying she had also enjoyed that intensely erotic experience. She had never been taken like that against her will. Matt's cock had been bigger than any of her dildos and the way he'd dominated her so completely was a new and exciting sensation for her.
After a long period of reflection, she finally showered and plucked up the courage to leave the bathroom, almost shaking as she opened the door in her dressing gown. Straight away she could see Matt, sitting at the sofa, looking like he was relaxing at home. Katie had to admit he was incredibly sexy, although undoubtedly a man who treated women as mere sex objects. She knew she should be appalled with him but her inner slut couldn't help but leer at him.
"All done," he said breezily. "Should be fine now." He stood and faced her again. His tone quickly shifted. "Anything else I can do for you before I leave?"
From behind the sofa, Katie returned his gaze, arms folded and said stiffly: "No thanks – you've done quite enough."
Matt casually walked up behind her and said: "Are you sure Katie?" gently running his hands up and down her arms and nuzzling her neck.
Against her better judgement she moved her head to one side to allow him better access, feeling her pussy moisten at his touch, but repeated: "No. I think you should leave." He kissed and licked the side of her neck and she quietly moaned as he did so. He slipped his hand inside her dressing gown (she made no effort to stop him despite her protests) then gently teased her aching nipples with his fingers as she accepted the inevitability of the situation once again.
Suddenly Matt pinned her lower half against the sofa and pushed her shoulders down, over the top of the cushions so she was bent over in front of him. He quickly flipped the bottom of her dressing gown over her back, then slid his jeans down and began rubbing his iron hard cock up and down her pussy lips, using her flowing juices to lubricate his dick once more. He used his left hand to pin her back down, although Katie wasn't particularly resisting.
Katie wasn't interested in any more foreplay, she was more than ready for round two and thrust back against him, forcing the hot tip of his dick inside her. Matt considered teasing her some more but it was obvious she was still desperate for cock, so he pushed himself fully inside, grunting as he did so.
Just that noise made her pussy dampen still further. She moved her legs even further apart in the hope of somehow feeling him even deeper inside her. He began fucking her again, once more not interested in taking it slow, just hammering away at her wanton pussy which hadn't seen any action for so long but was now being ruthlessly speared for the second time in less than an hour.
Matt grabbed a good handful of her hair and pulled her head up, bending over her so he could talk closer to her ear. "I should charge you double," he taunted, sneering as he did so. "You needed servicing far more than the laptop, you dirty little bitch. It's a while since I've met a woman as slutty as you. Nice tight pussy though – you obviously haven't had any dick up you in a long time."
With that, he slid his prick out of her and threw the bottom half of her body over the cushions so she was lying face up on the sofa, her dressing gown now wide open, exposing her breasts and pussy. She moved one leg over the top of the cushions and one on to the floor so she was splayed wide open for him, now desperate for their torrid session to resume.
He wasted no time moving on top of her, but rather than re-enter her immediately, he started licking and gently biting her erect nipples. She thought she might cum just with that stimulation. Soon he could wait no longer, and holding himself up by his arms, he thrust himself back inside her warm cunt, which virtually sucked him in.
She screamed again as he re-entered her and urged him to fuck her as hard as he could. Matt obliged, pumping his dick in and out of her with wild abandon until she felt the onset of another massive orgasm.
With her pussy muscles squeezing against his cock again, Matt knew he wouldn't last much longer and he needed to get on to his next job, so he pounded her several more times, held himself balls deep inside of her, then unleashed his hot semen inside her, gently thrusting as he came inside her fertile pussy for the second time in quick succession.
Seconds later, he was up and ready to leave. He placed his card on her coffee table, picked up his tools and said nonchalantly: "Next time you need it, call me."
"Piss off you cocky little shit," muttered Katie as he walked out. But as she lay there, exhausted and spent, she wondered if she'd be able to resist his offer.
Road Rescue
It was late, a little past twelve, with still more than an hour to go before I'd get home. I was tired. It'd been a long day to start with and then adding several hours of driving and the hockey game had really pushed my limits. The interstate was practically deserted. A few trucks and an occasional car. It's amazing how deserted a normally busy interstate could be once it pushed out into the rural areas.
I saw the headlights of a car coming up quickly behind me, move over and slide by at least ten miles an hour faster than I was going. I could see in the dash lights of the car two female heads in the front seat, both actively bobbing and bouncing to some beat playing on their stereo. Even at seventy miles an hour I could make out the deep bass beat as they passed me. They slid back into the right lane ahead of me and in my headlights I could tell that there were actually three heads in the car, two in the front and another in the back, tilted back and resting or sleeping. Their tail lights pulled away ahead of me, stretching the few car lengths to easily a quarter mile over the next few minutes.
I smelled the odor and immediately checked my gauges. It was coolant. I knew that smell from many years of driving less than reliable cars. Now at fifty I could afford to drive new cars, and rarely owned one any more past about seventy thousand miles, a far cry from what I used to consider "acceptable". My gauges looked fine so I assumed that the smell was coming from outside and would soon pass. The first mile ticked away and I could still smell it, then the second, and finally a third. I was starting to think that maybe I needed to pull over and check when I saw brake lights ahead of me. I slowed down, unsure of what was happening ahead and saw the lights pull over to the side of the road.
I continued to slow and as I approached I could see a column of smoke or steam rising in the headlights of the car on the side. "Geez," I muttered, realizing it was the car with the young women in it. I sighed and pressed the brake harder, sliding onto the shoulder and rolling up behind the now stopped car. I saw the driver, a young woman in a very short and very fancy dress and high heels get out and walk around to the front of the car and lift the hood. A mushroom cloud of steam poured out from
under, making her jump aside in the headlights.
If it was one of my daughters stranded late at night I'd want some nice gentleman to stop and help. Not some creepaziod stalker or serial killer, but someone safe and respectable. So if I kept going there was no telling what the next car that stopped would bring. Surely not the highway patrol at this hour. I got out, wondering how I was going to convince these young women that I wasn't going to be their problem.
"Hey. Looks like trouble," I said long before I got to the front of their car. The driver looked back at me warily as I approached. I looked at the engine compartment, and leaned in as she stepped back. It was obvious that the lower radiator hose had split and the coolant was leaking out onto the pavement below. "This isn't going anywhere. You have triple A or something?"
"I have towing on my insurance," she said quietly, still eyeing me warily.
"Well. Better call a towing service then. If you want we can call the highway patrol or I can wait with you. Kinda lonely out here for young women alone."
"We can defend ourselves," she said defiantly.
I chuckled. "I'll give you marks for bravery. But the reality is that there isn't any place in that very good looking dress to hide anything more substantial than a peashooter. So, if you don't want me stay, that's fine. If you do, that's fine too."
"I'm sorry. It's just that you never know what kind of crazy might stop on the highway like this. Especially this late at night."
"I agree. Which is why I always carry. There's a nine mil in the glovebox of my car if you wanna be sure I don't try to take advantage."
"You'd give me your gun?"
"Give you? No. But tell you where it is so if I try something you have a reasonable chance to get to it and stop me. Yeah. I'd do that."
"Kinda trusting, isn't it?" she said looking a little sideways at me.
"Not really. Just evens the odds. I still have one of my own," I chuckled. "Now if you wanna call a tow truck, I'll be in my car," I said as I walked away, leaving her standing in front of her car, her friend in the front seat looking out the windows at me.
I leaned my seat back a bit and settled in, expecting it to be at least an hour before a tow truck got here. I closed my eyes, leaving the engine running to keep the dropping temperatures at bay.
I heard the passenger side car door open and opened my eyes to look over at the young woman leaning down and looking in at me. "Um. I called a tow truck, but it'll be a while. It's getting kinda chilly. Do you mind if we sit in your car and stay warm?"
"Sure. Help yourself," I answered.
"He said okay!" she called back to her car, two more equally young women, similarly dressed, climbed from their car and walked quickly back to mine. They opened the passenger side doors and quickly slid into my SUV, two climbing into the back bucket seats and the driver of the car into the front passenger side. Now in the light I could tell that she was maybe thirty at most, easily twenty years my junior, slender, well built, and dressed for a party in a very tight fitting sequined dress.
"So. My name is Mary, this is Tabitha and Simone," she said motioning to a similarly built brunette wearing a silver form fitting dress, and a young woman of color wearing a cream-colored dress that contrasted with her coffee brown skin.
"Hi. My name is James. So what are you three doing out here so late dressed to the nine's?"
"Coming back from a friend's bachelorette party. You?"
"Hockey game. Got to watch the Blues wipe the ice with the Canadiens."
"Sports. Not my favorite thing."
"Yeah. Well. This was my first hockey game. Never been to one before."
"Well, then I guess we're lucky you did."
"I guess so. Bachelorette party? Do they really have strippers and such at those?"
"Some. Not this one. Just a lot of sexy toys for gag gifts and a lot of drinking and dancing."
"Sounds like an interesting time," I said as I settled back into my seat again. "How long did that tow truck say?"
"He didn't. Just that he'd be here as fast as he could."
"Alright then. I guess we wait."
"What then?"
"Well. The tow truck driver can probably take you back into town," I suggested.
"In town? I don't have anywhere to go in St. Louis. I live the other way!"
"He can probably take you, if it's not too far. They charge by the mile for towing."
"You're going the right way. Could you drop us off at my house?"
"Seriously?"
"Actually, yeah. I mean it isn't too far out of your way."
"You don't even know where I'm going."
"Well. Ohhhhh come on. Please!"
"Look I've still got another hour to drive. Last thing I need is a detour."
"Oh please! You wouldn't leave us stranded out here, would you?" Simone pleaded from behind me.
"Okay fine. As long as it isn't too far out of the way."
"It's only a few miles down highway ZZ. We really appreciate this!" Mary said with a smile.
"Yep," I mumbled, trying to remind myself that I'd want some nice gentleman to help out my daughters.
It was more than an hour before the flatbed rolled up, and another half hour before he was loaded and ready to leave. He pulled onto the highway, headed to the next exit with us pulling on behind him. We were all tired and I was feeling it as I drove, struggling to stay awake. I was pretty sure Mary could tell. "It's been a long time since five this morning," I said quietly as I took the off ramp for highway ZZ.
"You mean yesterday morning. It's almost two," Mary said with a yawn.
"Oh don't do that!" I said, shaking my head and trying not to yawn myself.
"Contagious, aren't they? Turn left here. We're only a couple miles down."
"Sure," I said, turning left and accelerating down the twisty two-lane highway.
"Up here. That next road. Turn right."
"Okay," I said, slowing down as the next intersection came into sight.
"Down here on the left."
"Here?"
"No. Next drive. Yeah that one," she said as I turned into the shared driveway of a duplex.
"Here you go," I said, unable to suppress the next yawn.
"Hey. Why don't you spend the night? What's left of it anyway."
"Huh?" I asked in surprise.
"Not like that. I mean it's really late and you've been so nice. I'd hate to have you get in an accident on the way home. You can sleep on the sofa for a few hours and then drive home in the morning."
"Oh," I said with relief. "I don't really have anything to sleep in."
"I bet I can find something," she said with a frown.
"Something girly? I'll pass."
"No silly. I still have some stuff one of my boy friends left behind. I think they'll fit you. Maybe a little big, but I bet they fit."
"I don't know," I answered, shaking my head.
"Come on. I mean it's only sleeping on the sofa. Unless your wife wouldn't approve."
"She doesn't really have much say, at least not any more," I answered.
"Oh. I see. Divorced?"
"Widowed."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Yeah. No problem. It's been a while."
"So you don't have any excuse. Come on in!"
"Okay. Fine," I said with a sigh, turning the ignition off.
"Are we there?" Simone asked.
"We're there," Mary answered, opening the car door.
They all climbed out and I followed, letting them lead me in the door of the small duplex. It looked like a little two bedroom one bath apartment. Simone and Tabitha disappeared into what I expected was one of the bedrooms while Mary, chatting away about me making myself at home, went into what I expected was her bedroom. She came back out a few moments later with what appeared to be a t-shirt and a pair of large athletic shorts in her hand.
"You can change in the bathroom if you want," she said as she went back to the bedroom. "I'll have some blankets and a pillow ou
t when you get out!" she called.
As tired as I was I wasn't going to argue. I'd been up now for twenty one hours and my body was bitching up a storm. I walked into the bathroom. It was a nice sized bathroom, walk-in shower, toilet, sink, and very very girly. It wasn't all pink, but there was definitely a propensity for the color. There was also an assortment of women's accoutrements, curling irons, hair dryers, straightening iron, high heels and pantyhose strewn around the floor. I pulled off my polo shirt and hung it on a hook that looked like it was intended for towels, and then pushed off my pants. It'd been hours since I'd gone to the bathroom and my body was suddenly reminding me of that fact. I put the seat up and stood at the toilet, letting the yellow rain fly. "Ohhhhh," I sighed, realizing how full my bladder had gotten.