The Garage Mechanic

[Eroticus]

OOC: This is a closed thread (for now... will open later) between mya and me. I am Eric, a 28 year old that’s been in and out of trouble with the law. I work at a gas station repairing cars and pumping gas. I am extremely handsome with a rough edge to my looks… 6’1”, 195#s, dark hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, strong arms, muscular chest. I have no problem finding women for sex, and often cater to married women who come by the garage to get their car repaired and their bodies serviced at the same time. I know how to turn on the charm, but just below the surface is a lot of anger. I use women and anyone else I can manipulate for my own purposes. I am used to getting my way, and I resent authority of any kind.

IC: The alarm buzzed at 6:30 in the morning. Slowly my eyes opened and looked around the small one room apartment in an old converted hotel. My mouth was dry with the stale taste of beer. As I swung my legs off the bed I bumped into a soft warm object next to me. The naked body of a dark haired young woman was sprawled face down in my bed.

Slowly it came back to me. I had picked her up at a dance club late last night. She was pretty drunk at the time and an easy target. Jesus, I didn’t even know her name. Well, it didn’t matter. I’d never see her again. Why the hell did I bring her back here? Stupid. Never let them near home base. I shook her.

“Hey sweetheart. Time to go.”

She opened her eyes and tried to pull me onto her to resume where we had left off before falling asleep. Part of me was tempted, still remembering the feel of her smooth skin and soft body against me as I pounded into her boiling sex. I pushed her away and stood.

“You’ve got about 3 minutes to get the fuck out of here. Then I never want to see your sorry ass again. Got it?”

I jerked her by the arm pulling her out of bed and throwing her across the room. She started crying as she gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom. Two minutes later I heard the toilet flush just before she emerged fully dressed.

“Didn’t last night mean anything. I thought it was special.”

She looked at me hopefully, searching for some kindness in my eyes.

“Nope. You weren’t even a good fuck. The blowjob was okay, but only okay. Basically a waste of my time. Jacking off would have been more satisfying.”

I opened the door and pushed her out. She was sobbing openly as she looked back at me with hate in her eyes. I felt a little pang of guilt, but only for a second. Couldn’t chance her showing up again. Besides, she would be much better off without me in her life.

I showered and headed for the gas station where I worked as a mechanic and jack of all trades. I was working on a transmission when a young redhead in her mid twenties drove into the station in a silver Porsche. She pulled over by the air hose, got out of the car and began fooling with one of her tires which appeared low. She was quite attractive with a dynamite body and great pair of legs descending from her short skirt. I walked over and kneeled next to where she was squatting.

“A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be getting her hands all dirty like this. Do you mind if I help?”

I spoke to her in a soft, deep, reassuring voice and looked at her with my penetrating blue eyes. Right away I saw the look. Only for a second, but it was there. She was attracted to my rugged good looks. If I played my cards right it would only be a matter of time before I got into her panties. I reached over and took the compressed air hose from her hand, making sure my fingers brushed across her creamy skin. When I saw the wedding band my desire for her became even stronger.

 

[mya]

Cara Johnson

OOC—Cara Johnson—25 years old, turning 26 within the next few days. Short red curls bob atop her head, her cheeks sport a natural rosy colour, and her bright green eyes are quick to express her emotions. She 5’5” tall, 120 lbs, C cup breasts. She’s got money and dresses accordingly—she radiates wealth without even realizing it. She’s rather shy, but as her red hair would hint, she can be feisty too when provoked. John, her husband always called her a Tiger in bed, or at least he used to when last he’d bothered to bed her. Since he’d started his new job as Vice President at his multi-national company, he spent most of his time on the road and when he was home, he rarely had the energy to spare to give his wife any attention in the bedroom.

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IC

I punched the 4 digit numerical code into the unit that would arm the alarm on our 4000 square foot house. The digital display flashed 8:02 a.m. I shut the door and hurried toward the driver’s door of the Porsche. I’d have to hurry or I’d be late for my 9:00 a.m. breakfast meeting of the Women’s Charity Guild of our social club. It was basically a club for the lonesome wives of wealthy business men who got together to visit and gossip about the members who weren’t at the meeting. I glanced at my front tire and noticed it looked quite flat. Dammit, it looked like me and my marriage might well be the topic of conversation at the breakfast meeting if I didn’t get going. I decided to risk it and drive the car any way. It wasn’t too far to the local garage where I could put some air in the tire and then continue on to my meeting. With any luck, I’d get there before Suzie Rozatti noticed I wasn’t there. Suzie and I were not on the best of terms and if anyone of the ladies at the club would relish trashing me and my marriage it was her. I turned the key in the ignition, put the car in reverse and watched as the garage door shut before hitting the accelerator hard and speeding towards the garage.

Arriving at the garage, I stomped on the brake and slid from the gleaming silver vehicle. My short skirt rode up my hard thighs as I rose gracefully to my feet—clad in my new black patent leather 3 inch stilettos. Even though I could no longer seem to get John’s motor running, I enjoyed dressing to catch the eyes of other men. It helped take the sting out of John’s seeming lack of interest.

I picked up the air hose, carefully studying the nozzle, trying to figure out how I’d get air from it into my tire. I crouched down and tried to put the gold tipped end over the little black nubbin in the wheel well of my tire—which did absolutely nothing. I glanced at my watch again, 8:15 a.m. and counting. I swore softly under my breath—just where the hell was a man when you needed one any way.

Then suddenly there he was, Mr. Tall Dark ‘n Handsome, speaking the words I most wanted to hear from a man at that exact moment, “A pretty woman like you shouldn’t be getting her hands all dirty like this. Do you mind if I help?”

He certainly was attractive, so much so that at that moment, I forgot I needed a man more for my car than I needed one for my bed. He flashed a beautiful toothy smile and suddenly I knew he’d read the direction my thoughts had been going. The tell-tale red blush stained my cheeks, which only succeeded in warming my cheeks further. Some days I cursed my Irish relatives for my complexion.

He reached over, taking the nozzle from my hands, even before I answered his question. I felt the electricity zing through my body as his fingers slid over mine. I could only smile back at the handsome devil and answer, “No, no. Please. I mean, yes please. I am certainly in need of a man’s touch.” I blushed further realizing how that sounded. “I mean, yes please. I do need help with this stupid tire! You’re very kind to offer. Thank you.” My cheeks blazed and I fought to maintain my cool and not make a bigger idiot of myself. "Oh, and by the way, my name's Cara, Cara Johnson," I tagged on. God only knew why. For sure he'd figure out that for some reason, unknown even to me really, I wanted this man to know my name.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

“No, no. Please. I mean, yes please. I am certainly in need of a man’s touch… I mean, yes please. I do need help with this stupid tire! You’re very kind to offer. Thank you.”

Putty in my hands, I thought to myself. If only Mrs. Smith wasn’t bringing her car by at 9 AM for an oil change and tune-up I would fill more than the pretty redhead’s tires. But Mrs. Smith was a regular. She brought her car in almost every week for some kind of work. What kept her coming back, though, were the counseling sessions I gave in the private office when she came to pick up her car. And cum she did, again and again.

“Here, let me show you how in case you ever need to do it yourself.”

I put my arm around her waist and placed the air hose back in her hand. I guided the nozzle to the stem of the tire and pressed against her thumb. Air started entering the tire. I slid my other hand up her waist until my fingers touched the underside of her soft tit. I moved my face closer to hers until my lips brushed against her hair.

“There, you see. Just press it against the hard nipple and it’ll suck the air right out of the hose. I could explain it in more technical terms but I thought you might be more familiar with terms like hose, nipple, suck and hard.”
I pressed my fingers harder into the underside of her soft breast. When the tire was full I stood right in front of her. The noticeable bulge in my jeans was right at her eye level. I put my hands on my hips and let her get a good look. She dropped the hose and stood facing me. Her hard nipples were visibly poking through her blouse, and there was no doubt in my mind that her pussy was dripping.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Smith. Please feel free to call anytime you need servicing… your car that is. Here’s my card. I have to run to another appointment, but it was a pleasure meeting you.”

 

[mya]

Cara Johnson

Oh my God, the man was hot! I couldn’t believe what he was saying. I alternated between thinking I was imagining his double entendres and then excitement as I imagined and felt each of his words for what they represented. Then there was the touch of his strong hand on mine, and the way his other hand squeezed under my breast. Surely he meant the sexual messages he was sending to me and through my body. I couldn’t be that wrong, could I? After all, it had been a while since a man had come on to me like that. I hadn’t dated since I’d met John when I was 19. One thing for sure he had set my body on fire in a matter of moments.

I stayed crouched in his arms, speechless, doing as he willed with the guidance of his own hands. Even as he stood, I stayed there. As the bulge in his pants came face to face with my mouth I blushed harder. So obviously he was flirting with me then. And he found me attractive. There’s nothing like an erection in one’s face to give a boost to one’s self-esteem. As I managed to pull myself together, I stood up to face him. He was beautiful. I smiled at him as he smiled back. Although his eyes travelled the length of my body. A quick glance down and I knew he could well read the effects his nearness had had on my own body. Oh well, at least it was mutual.

As he politely excused himself, handing me his card, I at least found my voice again. “Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say. I enjoyed it.--that certainly didn’t seem right, although I had enjoyed it. Even Thanks for everything.—seemed a bit over the top. So instead I just watched him walk away, taking note of the tight ass displayed to perfection in his tight blue jeans. Shaking my head out of my day dream, I check my watch.

I stepped into the Porsche and sped to my breakfast meeting, getting there just as things were starting. Looks like I had managed to avoid being the grist for the gossip mill—at least this time. I couldn’t concentrate on the talk around me. Absently I ate my breakfast and carefully checked the business card he had handed me. Eric. I rolled his name off my tongue. I even went so far as to imagine screaming his name in the throws of passion. Don’t be silly Cara! I gave my head another shake. Eric had put me on a high from the moment I’d met him and I couldn’t seem to forget him. As the meeting wrapped up, I gathered my stuff and returned to my car. Eric filled my thoughts—I remembered his hand touching mine. His soft voice whispering dirty words in my ear. His hand on the underside of my breast. If he’d only moved it higher. Stop that Cara, I admonished myself. I turned the key in the ignition.

As I glanced at the fuel guage, the warning light came on. Time for a fill up. Immediately I thought about returning to the garage. Would Eric think I was chasing him? Would he even be there? And even if he was, would he even bother coming to serve me? Hell, the chances were some other employee would help me. I’d been to the garage several times before and never bumped into Eric. Don’t be stupid Cara…just go get gas like you always do. You are an idiot if you alter your routine because some man sexier than sin came on to this morning. With that I stomped hard on the gas and my tires squealed on the way out of the parking lot. I sped all the way to the gas station, keeping my eyes open for cops.

I was a speed demon, something John was always lecturing me about. John kept telling me to stop acting link a teenager. But my whole life was completely structured. My only freedom came when I stepped behind the wheel, and I wasn’t going to give that up for nothing. Screw John. I peeled around the corner into the gas station lot, stomping on my brakes at the last second, coming to a sudden halt in front of the pump. I sat there nervously waiting, wonder who would come to pump my gas and wash my windows for me. It probably wouldn’t be Eric—he’s never been there to do it for me before. He’d mentioned an appointment with Mrs. Smith this morning. He was probably a mechanic or the head of the service department maybe. He probably didn’t have to do the menial jobs around the place very often. I’d probably just caught him this morning because they were short staffed or something. My fingers drummed nervously on the black leather steering wheel as I waited.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

“UUUNNNGGGHHHHH… AAARRRGGGHHH”…

A powerful blast of cum exploded into Mrs. Smith’s mouth, followed by a second, third and fourth. She swallowed every last drop then licked me clean. She pulled on her tight jeans, buttoned her blouse and patted her hair back into place. I picked up the two crisp $100 bills she put on the desk, one for the car and one for personal services rendered. I told Mrs. Smith that she would need a lube job soon and asked if made an appointment for next week. She kissed me on the cheek and strolled out the door, waving to the manager as if nothing had happened. Yeah, I thought, nothing but four orgasms while I fucked her before filling her tummy with cum.

Mrs. Smith had been a regular for three months. At first I just pushed her buttons. When she kept coming back for more I knew she was ready. In no time I had her bent over the desk and screaming in orgasm. Her only condition was that I not cum in her pussy. When I suggested a maintenance plan that included a small personal services fee or I would have to get someone else to handle her account she didn’t even blink.

As I watched her walk to her car an idea began to form in my mind. If I could set up a video camera to tape our weekly session, Mrs. Smith just might be willing to pay handsomely so it wouldn’t fall into her husband’s hands. He owned half the biggest real estate agency in the area. She wouldn’t take the chance. Yes, I thought to myself, our service rates were just about to go up.

I was about to go work on some cars we needed to get out that day when I noticed someone waiting for service at the gas pump. It was Mrs. Johnson, the pretty young lady I had helped with her tire earlier. Back so soon, I thought. This was getting to be too easy. I quickly moved outside to help her before one of the other attendants could get there.

When I reached her car I put my arms on the side of the door and leaned my head in the open window. My eyes quickly scanned her body. I noticed her short skirt had ridden up her thighs and barely concealed her panties. I stared long enough to make her feel uncomfortable, then looked back into her green eyes.

“Hello Mrs. Johnson. I guess you needed more than your tire filled. Well, you came to the right place. I’d be happy to slip a nozzle into your tank and check your oil level. And while I’m doing that I’ll clean your headlights, if that’s okay?”

Before she could answer I walked to the back of the car and started filling the tank. While the gas was still pumping, I moved back to the window and leaned inside.

“Here, let me pop the hood.”

My elbow brushed past her breast as I reached for the hood release. I pulled it open then dropped my hand to her thigh and slowly slid it up her leg until I reached the hem of her skirt. My face was inches from hers.

“I think it’s time I take a peek at what’s underneath, don’t you?”

I looked down at where my hand was resting then slowly pulled from her thigh making sure I pushed the skirt up even higher as my fingers slid along her warm flesh only inches from her crotch. I walked to the front of the car and opened the hood. I checked the oil and finished filling the tank.

“It’s on the house this time, Mrs. Johnson. And while I’ll need to do a more thorough examination, I’m pretty sure there are some things that need servicing. Why don’t you stop by later this week and I’ll explain the different options we offer.”

 

[mya]

Cara Johnson

My heart beat faster as I saw Eric stride towards my car. He WAS the sexiest man I’d laid eyes on in a very, very long time. I enjoyed watching the ripple of muscles in his arms as he swaggered closer. When he leaned down into my open window I picked up on his musk…pure sex appeal mixed with some cologne. His eyes traveled my body, before resting on my thighs. I blushed furiously, realizing my skirt had riden higher than I’d realized (or so I told myself anyway). I refused to squirm beneath his gaze and I left my skirt where it was--although a heat was rapidly building between my legs again.

His deep honey voice filled my ears, “Hello Mrs. Johnson. I guess you needed more than your tire filled. Well, you came to the right place. I’d be happy to slip a nozzle into your tank and check your oil level. And while I’m doing that I’ll clean your headlights, if that’s okay?”

Visions of his sweat slickened body suddenly filled my head. In my mind’s eye I could see Eric’s very own nozzle filling the oil-slickened tank between my legs. A hasty glance down at my chest confirmed that my own headlights were on. Thankfully he moved away from me for a moment. My body was about to combust from just a few of his sexy words and looks. He probably thinks I’m not satisfied sexually. Never mind that I'm not! Come on Cara, change the subject. Weather, weather, yeah talk about the weather!

Eric returned to my window, and before I could spew drivel about the weather, he set about continuing the sexually charged game that had started that morning and that had kept my motor running all morning long. His lazy double entendres— “Here, let me pop the hood,” and “I think it’s time I take a peek at what’s underneath, don’t you?” only raised my temperature further. But if his words were not enough, his calculated touch, though meant to seem casual to any onlookers, almost had my engine overheating. I couldn’t believe he was so bold. God knew I did not want him to stop, even though I also could not ask him to continue, and even though I regretted that his teasing game didn’t extend to touching me more intimately between my legs. I merely took all that he gave…silently lapping up every touch, every tease, every image he created in my mind. Damn, the man was hotter than hot.

As he finished with the job of filling my car and checking under it’s hood, I fumbled with my purse to pay. “It’s on the house this time, Mrs. Johnson. And while I’ll need to do a more thorough examination, I’m pretty sure there are some things that need servicing. Why don’t you stop by later this week and I’ll explain the different options we offer.”

I wasn’t sure how to answer. I knew I wanted to discuss the options, though I instantly regretted that it would be “later this week”. Could I wait that long to be subjected to this man’s sex appeal again? I think I was quickly becoming addicted to it and to him. Think of John, Cara, think of John. But thinking of John didn’t help—all that did was remind me that John never checked under my hood anymore and that it had been even longer since he’d used his nozzle to fill her tank.

I nodded my head eagerly. “Oh Thanks Eric. Thanks a lot--I appreciate the freebie this time. And I do need some help with my car. I find that it’s been a long time since my engine has revved as high as it should. I like it to be fast and easy. Maybe, we could discuss it over a coffee or a lunch? My treat?” Wow Cara, I can’t believe you’re playing his games with words now. Way to go Girl! I praised myself even as I grinned at Eric waiting for his answer to my invitation for a lunch date. I felt so good…all thanks to a sexy mechanic who knew just how sexy he was.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

Hook, line and sinker, I thought to myself. I stepped back from the car putting my hands on my hips. Her eyes glanced quickly at the noticeable bulge in my tight jeans before looking away. Coffee my ass. She wanted me to fuck her. Well I planned to do just that, but all in good time. First I had to find out how much this little rich bitch was willing to pay for the pleasure.

“That’s a very generous offer Mrs. Johnson, but I have too much work right now. Besides, I already have my lunch. This morning I shoved some meat between two buns and spread mayonnaise over it.”

I put my hand on the bulge in my pants and pretended to adjust it.

“And for dessert I have a nice juicy peach I plan to sink my teeth into. Call for an appointment, Mrs. Johnson. Unless you have an emergency of course. I never leave a pretty woman stranded, but I do charge more for house calls.”

After work I went by a local bar to have a few beers and shoot some pool. There was this one guy that kept yelling at some woman and slamming the table. He finally grabbed her arm and jerked her out the door. I could feel my blood rising. Images of my mother getting beaten by my father flashed through my mind… her screaming and struggling to get away, me helpless to do anything but hide under my bed and cover my ears.

I followed them out and watched as he threw her to the ground, kicked her, then picked her up and punched her in the face twice until she fell again. I ran as fast as I could and tackled him. He was much larger than me. I realized I was in over my head.

“Run godammit, run.”

She just stood there and watched as we wrestled. He finally got the upper hand and slammed me against the car. Before I could recover I felt a knee smash into my jaw sending flashes of white through my head. I got in one good blow before he grabbed my throat. He was going to kill me. I rammed a knee up into his groin, then threw an elbow into his face.

Suddenly we were pulled apart by the police. I tried to explain about the girl, but she said that she tripped and fell. The two of them walked away. I was well known by the police, so they weren’t about to cut me any slack. I was hauled to the station where they took my belt and laces and threw me in the brig.

My boss bailed me out. He listened to my story and decided to give me the benefit of the doubt. The last time he said. Then he told me a Mrs. Johnson had called asking if I was around. Said she’d call back later.

 

[mya]

Cara's second day of car trouble...and God only knew what other kind of trouble...

I was partly shocked and partly enthralled by Eric’s blatant sexual overtones. …meat between two buns...sinking his teeth into a tasty peach indeed! Even as his words filled my ears and my mind with images, the sight of his hands adjusting his large penis heated my insides. But his obvious rejection of my invitation caused shame to burn my cheeks. I’d die before I took him up on another of his offers or put myself out there again playing his sexually charged game of verbal entendres. I nodded dumbly, as though comprehending what had just gone on.

Before I could make a bigger fool of myself I ended our conversation. “Well, thanks again for everything Eric. I got to get going home now. Take care of yourself.” I turned the key and started the Porsche, then I hastily put the car in gear and stomped on the gas pedal. My tires burned rubber on the ashphalt as I left the garage’s parking lot. Dumb, dumb, dumb Cara. Trying to play his games when he’s obviously much more experienced at them than you are. Like he’d really want to take you up on anything you have to offer anyway! I cursed myself all the way home.

As the day wore on, I gradually let go of my embarrassment and promised myself I’d never return to that garage to face my humiliation yet again. I might be a bit dumb in playing sexual games…it had been a while after all. But momma didn’t raise no dummies! I laughed at myself and then proceeded to change into gardening clothes and when to the garden to take my frustrations out on the weeds. The roses were doing beautifully, and gardening relaxed me like nothing else could. I quick TV dinner, a hot bath and I was ready for an early night.


The next morning at 7:00 a.m., the clock radio blared to awaken Cara in the big lonely king size bed…

“and the police were called to a domestic dispute last night in the alley behind…minor injuries only…one man sent to jail. In other news, there was a roll over on Dawson Blvd. The woman walked away from her Porche alive…police say speed was a factor. And now to Sunny Delight for the weather…”

The radio droned on, still half asleep, I only half listened as I jumped into the shower. I had an appointment with my mother--Linda, to take her shopping. I didn’t feel up to it, but Mom couldn’t wait to take me to the new designer dress shop her best friend had just opened. Around 8:30 a.m., dressed in tight jeans and a tight white blouse, I snatched up my purse and car keys and headed for the Porsche. As I climbed inside, I hit the button to open the garage door, and turned the key in the ignition. Nothing. Dead. I tried again. Still nothing. “NOOOOO, dammit, this can NOT be happening.” I checked the lights—they were off. I checked to make sure the transmission wasn’t in gear—it wasn’t. Not believing my bad luck, I leaned forward and rested my forehead on my hands where they gribbed the steering wheel. Now what? John’s car was sitting in the Airport Park and Ride lot. Mom didn’t drive. Well there was nothing to do but call off shopping with mom and call a tow truck.

I went back to the kitchen and did just that—calling first Mom, and then 3 other garages in the area. None had a tow truck or a mechanic available on such short notice. I pulled out Eric’s business card, biting my lower lip as I stared at his name and phone number. "Unless you have an emergency of course. I never leave a pretty woman stranded, but I do charge more for house calls.” His words echoed in my ears--taunting and tantilizing.

Taking a deep breath I hurriedly dialed the number before I could change my mind. Some man—not Eric, definitely not Eric as I’d know his voice anywhere—answered. “Is Eric there please?” I hurried before I could chicken out. “He’s not in yet, can I help you or can I take a message?”

“Ummmmmm, no. It's OK, it's just Mrs. Johnson calling. I'm having troubles getting my car started this morning. I’ll get in touch with Eric later. Thanks anyway.” I hung up the receiver quickly. Then I made a cup of coffee before sitting down with the phone and the yellow pages. I was determined to find a garage somewhere in town that could help me. I’d got the courage up to call once this morning, but likely I wouldn’t be so brave again. There had to be some garage somewhere in town that could help sooner or later. Until then, I’d take a cab, walk or even the bus if I had to!

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

The boss said she had called about her car. Apparently it wouldn’t start and she needed someone to come help her. Yes, I thought, I would be more than glad to help her get her motor started, revved and into high gear. This was going to be easier than I thought. And enjoyable. She was certainly a looker with a body made for sex. I would be doing her a favor by helping her discover the undiscovered pleasures that lurked within her own body.

I looked up her address in the directory and hopped in the tow truck. On the way over I thought about the best way to approach her. I could fuck her once as a sample of things to come, then wait for her to call. Or I could get her all worked up…maybe even let her give me a blow job… then leave her unsatisfied and wait for her to call. Either way, she would have to agree to a business arrangement if she wanted our sessions to continue. Part of the service agreement on her car. I decided to play it by ear and make up my mind depending on her response to me.

I pulled the truck up to the huge mansion with a security gate at the front entrance. I hadn’t called so she would be surprised to see me. I pushed the button and waited for her to buzz me in. I heard the speaker crackle and a broken voice asking who it was.

“Hello Mrs. Johnson. It’s Eric. I happened to be in the area and thought I’d stop in if you don’t mind. I understand you need someone to jump start your motor.”

 

[mya]

Cara

At the sound of Eric’s voice through her intercom, my mind raced with what to do about him. Here? Here! Oh God he’s here Cara! And talking about jump starting my motor too. God just what I don’t need to be reminded of—what a fool I’d been yesterday. Ignore the word games Cara, just forget about sex with him even though every other word makes you want to jump his bones.

I bit my lip as my finger hovered over the button that would allow me to answer him. Maybe you can pretend you’re the maid and that Mrs. Johnson isn’t home. Damn, that won’t work, he recognized your voice. Just tell him you’ve got someone else taking care of the problem. Tell him he’s probably too busy jump starting other women’s cars to bother with yours. NO, no, that would just sound petty and like she cared that he turned her down yesterday. CALM DOWN CARA, just calm down and let him in. Act like he’s any other service repair man. Don’t get your panties all in a knot.

I pressed the button and with a casual voice replied, “Eric, what a pleasant surprise. Yes my car wouldn’t start this morning--thanks for coming by. Come on up to the house and I’ll give you my car keys and show you to the garage.” I pressed the button that opened the security gate so that he could drive the tow truck up the paved driveway. That was good Cara, damn good. He’ll never know you’re lusting after his bodacious bod if you can just keep things casual. Don’t get into playing those sexual word games with him.

Before Eric could get to the door, I had just enough time to check my hair and makeup in the mirror hanging in the entrance way. I smoothed my errant curls back behind my ears. I twisted around and did a quick check of my butt in my jeans. Yep, that’s fine. Butt looks OK, not too big or anything. I tucked my shirt tight into my jeans, accentuating my breasts—one of my best features. I’d do. Dammit Cara, stop primping. He’s just another service repair man. Don’t forget that!

The doorbell began to chime. I counted to 30. It wouldn’t do to let him know I had run right to the door to let him in. Plastering a smile on my face, I opened the door. Still anxious to seem casual, I jabbered on and on. I didn't even stop long enough to allow him to get a "hello" in. “Hi Eric. Come on in and give me a second to grab my car keys. I feel a bit stupid needing your help again today. But the stupid car wouldn’t start today. Dead as a door nail. I’m really grateful you were able to come out on such short notice to help me out. What great service your garage offers. I’ll be sure to put in a good word with your boss.” Finally I had to stop for a breath. I avoided eye contact as my fingers fumbled in my purse looking for my car keys. Dammit, where ARE my car keys?

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

All the telltale signs were present when she opened the door. The hair in perfect order, her blouse recently tucked in to her jeans and pulled tightly across her gorgeous breasts, a hint of make-up… yes, she was definitely ripe for the picking. It would be a walk in the park from here.

I stood in the doorway in my jeans and tight black T-shirt which showed off my muscular body. My dark hair hung loosely onto my forehead. I gave her the look while she searched for her keys… that “I know what you want” look. She looked up flustered, but our eyes locked long enough for me to know she had seen it. She went back to rummaging through her purse mumbling something about her keys.

I moved into the entranceway and closed the door. She looked at me with both fear and anticipation and was about to say something when she dropped the purse and spilled the contents onto the floor. The keys skidded to a stop at my feet. I picked them up as she scrambled to put her purse back together. I walked over to her holding them up in my fingers. I waited until she put the purse down on the glass table, then moved in closer backing her into the wall.

“Are these what you were looking for Mrs. Johnson?”

I continued moving into her. She put her hands in front of her body for protection. They ended up pressed against my muscular chest. I pressed my lower body against hers.

“This is what you insert in your keyhole to get your motor started, Mrs. Johnson. I understand you were having problems with that.”

I pushed a leg between hers and rotated my growing hardness against her. I moved my face to within inches of hers.

“Do you want me to start you motor, Mrs. Johnson? Do you want me to insert my key?”

I dropped the keys onto the floor and pressed my lips against the side of her tender neck, gently raking the skin with my teeth and running my tongue over it. I moved a hand up her side and pressed it against her soft breast.

 

[mya]

Cara

I hadn’t known what to expect from Eric when I opened the door. He looked damn good in his jeans and T-shirt…his bangs aching for a woman’s fingers to comb through them. But I’d resisted all temptations in that regard. Once bitten, twice shy as they say.

His nearness made me flustered and I dropped the purse on the floor—everything spilt everywhere. Before I could get down and pick everything up, Eric picked up my keys for me. I certainly had NOT expected him to invade my space to deliver them back to me. As he pushed closer, I tried to push him away, but he didn’t stop. He was scaring me a bit. “Are these what you were looking for Mrs. Johnson?” He taunted me with my jangling keys held in his fingers just out of reach. “This is what you insert in your keyhole to get your motor started, Mrs. Johnson. I understand you were having problems with that.”

Still he played his word games. And while I wasn’t prepared to admit it to Eric, they still excited me. As he pressed his growing erection against me and slid his hand up my side to press the fleshy globe of my breast, my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t want to enjoy this so much so I fought against it. As his lips closed over the skin of my neck, a small squeal left my lips. God I hope he thinks that’s fear and not lust.

But this wasn’t right. Eric was probably just playing another game. He’d get me hot and bothered and then cut me down again like he had yesterday when I’d invited him out for lunch—on me yet. I had to stop this now…be the first to reject him before he rejected me again. I pressed my palms hard against his chest as I wriggled my body trying to escape him. He was too strong for me to move. He continued to rub my breast, each motion taking his fingers closer to my growing nipple. His hips continued to grind against mine. His tongue was sampling the skin behind my ear and down my shoulder blade. I pushed harder.

“STOP it Eric! STOP IT.” I pushed harder and still he didn’t leave me alone. “God dammit Eric. Stop. I don’t want any part of this game you like to play.” I managed to raise a knee and strike between his legs with enough force that I heard him grunt and expel all the breath from his lungs sharply into my ear. But he finally withdrew enough that I could scramble away from him. My chest was heaving, partly from exertion, partly from the sexual charge I’d just received. But I was mad too. Mad that Eric thought he could play his games with me, and mad that I still wanted him too. I took my anger out on him. With a steady and firm voice I cruelly reminded him of his place in life while reminding him I was out of his league “I called you here for one reason and one reason only…to fix my God Damn car! You are not here to service me, you’re here as a God Damn servant who fixes my Porsche. That’s it, end of story.” I fought to regain my regular breathing, my chest rising and falling as I released my anger filled tirade.

Instantly, I could see by Eric’s expression that my words struck a nerve. And immediately I felt bad, but there was no way I could apologize now. He had deserved to be taken down a notch, though I hadn’t had to hit quite so low. But there was nothing to do about it now. I threw my keys at him as I turned on my heel to walk away. “I’m sure you can find the car. Call me when you have it fixed.” I had dismissed him.

 

[Eroticus]

The pain shot right to my head. Her knee hit me squarely in the groin temporarily immobilizing me. She got away from my grip and started yelling. Who the hell did she think she was anyway. I had half a mind to grab her, rip off her jeans and fuck her on the tile floor of the entrance way. If my balls weren’t throbbing so badly I probably would have done just that. She wanted it. I saw the look. Her pussy was hot for me. She just needed a little more encouragement..

As I collected myself I head her final words… “I’m sure you can find the car. Call me when you have it fixed.”… I glared at her. My hands trembled with anger. I could hurt her, I thought to myself. Yeah, and then I’d be no better than my old man. I had to get out of there before something bad happened. Without saying a word, I left the keys on the glass table, turned and walked out the door. I got in the truck, started the engine and pulled out of the driveway.

I returned to the garage still fuming and determined to get revenge. I discovered that Mrs. Watson, a 38 year old insatiable wife of a local politician, had called and cancelled her appointment. Now I really was in a shitty mood. I sunk myself into work for the rest of the day trying to take my mind off Cara. She didn’t deserve to be called Mrs. Johnson any longer. The more I tried to forget the more I remembered. I wasn’t finished with her yet. She wasn’t going to get away with this.

That night I went to a local dance club with one thing on my mind - to get laid. It wasn't hard. I fucked two different girls in the parking lot. It briefly satisfied my physical needs, but the image of Cara kept flashing through my head.

That night I had a dream. I watched as my father beat my mother. When he turned his head it wasn’t my father at all. It was me. I jumped onto her back and ripped her panties off. I pushed myself between her legs. She turned her head and it wasn't my mother anymore, it was Cara. She begged me to fuck her, begged me to shove my cock in her pussy. When I did she started screaming. I pulled out. Suddenly it wasn't Cara any more. It was my mother's bloody face looking at me. I tried to tell her it would be alright. Then I realized she was dead.

I woke in a sweat, shaking from the nightmare. I got up for some water and sat on the couch to contemplate what was happening to me. By the time the sun came up I had regained my sense of the world. Each man for himself. Cara hadn’t heard the last from me.

 

[mya]

Cara

I was shocked when Eric walked out without even taking my car back to the garage. I was so sure I had the upper hand. Me being the customer and all. Yet he’d quickly turned the tables on me. And it became obvious to me that Eric and I each played by a different set of rules.

I stayed home all day, reliving the scene from the hallway in my head. Eric grabbing me, me kneeing him, my lacerating him with my words, and the sight of Eric's back as pride made him walk out on me. I alternated between anger, then wanting revenge by phoning up to the garage and making a complaint about Eric’s behaviour, and then feeling badly for the words I’d chosen to cut him down.

Although I knew little about the man, deep down I knew Eric had led a different life than mine and that I’d been deliberately cruel when I’d reminded him of my position in life as compared to his. None of that really mattered to me at all. What mattered was that he made me feel like a woman again--after years of feeling very little self-confidence in my womanly wiles. He made me feel 10 feet tall and invincible. He deserved more than the way I’d treated him. And if I was totally honest with myself, I wanted him badly. Only I’d not been brave enough to act on my feelings as he had.

I went to bed and slept poorly. My dreams were filled with visions of Eric. Eric happy and making sweet passionate love to me. Eric mad and fucking my brains out. Eric laying back passively as I took the top position and control of our screwing. I woke up early with a damp spot in my panties and a big lonely bed. I got up, showered and called AMA to come tow my car to Eric’s garage. I called the flower shop to send a bouquet of spring flowers and a card that said, “I’m sorry. I’m an idiot. Please forgive me. C.” And then I waited by the phone to see if he’d call. He didn’t.

I called a cab and had the driver drop me at the garage. I walked into the office area, dressed in a short skirt and a blouse and sandals. The man I usually saw at the counter was there. “Hi, is Eric around?” I asked casually as I smiled politely. The guy answered, “Yeah, he’s in back. But he’s as ornery as a bear. I’d leave him alone if I were you.” I thought about it and knew I couldn’t leave without talking to him. “Do you think I could talk to him for a few minutes?”

“Go ahead, it’s your head. He’s probably in the back room…it’s lunch time.” I headed behind the counter and into the garage area. Sure enough a couple of cars were up on hoists. I could see mine parked outside—it hadn’t been touched yet. I saw the door to the room where Eric sat, probably eating his lunch. The sight of his glorious dark hair made my heart beat faster.

I pushed the door open. “Hi,” I said tentatively—unsure of my welcome. Eric looked up, I could still see the anger in his eyes and for once he wasn’t playing sexual word games with me. He sat silently. He might as well have told me to fuck off. But the fact that he didn’t gave me hope. “I’m sorry Eric. I should not have said those horrible words yesterday. I hope you can believe me when I say I am truly sorry.” He said nothing, just took one more sip of his drink. I walked behind his chair, and still he said nothing. My hands landed on his shoulders and began to massage them. I had to touch him. “Please Eric. Forgive me.” Nothing. I wrapped my arms around him from behind and bent over to hug him as he sat in his chair, me standing behind him. I placed a soft kiss on his cheek before whispering, “Please Eric, please forgive me.” And I hugged him tighter.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

I did my best to control my anger. Sometimes saying nothing was the best course of action. Let her grovel. Let her think I don't give a shit. Who knows... maybe I don't. Then why am I so
angry? Why did I let her get under my skin? And why was I feeling like I wanted to turn around and put my arms around her?

Her soft touch on my shoulders and her soothing words seemed sincere, but I knew she didn't really mean anything she was saying. My mother was the only woman in my life that ever cared for me. And she would still be here if my father hadn't killed her one night when he was drunk and angry. He beat her with a baseball bat. I went to the bedroom, found the shotgun and told him to stop. He charged me. I blew off his head. I held my mother as the life drained from her body. No one believed my story. I spent the next four years in jail.

I needed to regain control of the situation. I wasn't going to let this rich bitch play me for a fool. If she wanted my cock then she would get it, only on my terms. And she would pay for it. But first I had to teach her a lesson. I had to make sure she understood who was callng the shots. I grabbed her hand and spun her towards the car I was servicing. I held her arms behind her back and leaned her backwards until her head was under the hood with her body propped against the grill. I pushed a leg between her tighs and moved my face to within inches of hers.

"You want forgiveness? Well I've got about eight inches of forgiveness hanging between my legs. But its going to cost you, Cara."

I looked into her eyes and saw an unexpected softness despite my rough handling. What the hell was happening? I had to get away... had to get control of the situation. I let go of her and walked into the small office in the back. My head was spinning with mixed emotions. I slammed the door and moved over by the desk. I put out my arms and leaned over it with my head down.

"Fuck her," a little voice in my head told me. "Just fuck her and get it over with. She’ll be back for more.”

Another voice was trying to me speak me but I wasn’t listening.

 

[mya]

Cara

Once again Eric managed to shock me with his sudden violence. Though I was ashamed to admit it, he still turned me on even when he was angry and rough. Perhaps, in part, that was possible because despite his words and his actions, I saw a softness in his eyes. A hurt? Perhaps. Lust? Definitely. But it was too complicated for me to figure out. I only knew that my body reacted to this man, like no other. Even now pressed against the car with my arms pinned behind my back, I felt the puckering of my nipples under my top. I just wished I could figure him out. Help him even. But I wasn’t sure it was possible or if I even knew how.

Before I could say anything, Eric suddenly released me and walked away. I saw the pattern forming here. First he blows up, then he walks away. I was confused on how to deal with him. But deep inside I knew I couldn’t just walk away without trying. Instead I straightened my top and slowly followed behind him. Even though he’d closed himself in the office, I could see him through the window in the door. He was sitting behind the desk with his head on his arms. Had something broken inside him? Should I try to help him for both our sakes? Can I even? I knew I had to try. Silently I turned the door handle and entered the small room, carefully easing the door shut behind me. Eric must have heard me, but he said nothing. Maybe he didn’t hear me?

“Eric,” I started softly, “I don’t understand what’s going on. All I know is there is an incredible attraction between us…well on my part for sure. I’m sorry for how I treated you the other day and I’d like to be your friend. Is there anything I can do to help that along?” I had come to a stop on the other side of the desk, but remained standing. I wondered if he’d come up fighting or just ignore me all together. Maybe I’d get a different reaction all together? But I stood my ground, giving him time to digest what I'd just said.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

I looked up at her. I was having a hard time figuring her out, but she was right about one thing. There was definitely an attraction between us. Sexual, I kept telling myself. And why not… she was one hot piece of ass. I got up out of the chair and walked over to where she was standing.

Without saying a word I walked around her. Nice tits, firm ass, shapely legs, a pretty face, money… she had it all. I stopped behind her and put my hands on her tiny waist. I kissed the back of her neck as I slid my hands slowly up her sides until my fingertips brushed across the soft bulge of her breasts.

“I walk into your house, slam you up against the wall, practically rape you and you tell me you’re sorry.”

My hands cupped her shapely melons. My fingers gently squeezed the soft flesh as I kissed up to her ear. I pressed my growing manhood between the firm cheeks of her ass.

“Then you’re forgiven.”

I slipped one hand down across her stomach, along her thigh, under her skirt and back up her leg until my fingers pressed against the warm crotch of her panties. I rubbed back and forth until I could feel a wet spot begin to form. My other hand pushed down into her top and under her bra until I felt the naked flesh of her swollen nipple. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her ear.

 

[mya]

Cara's pent-up passion released at last

I stood still as Eric circled me…seemingly inspecting every inch of me. I would not cower from him. Despite the things that had happened between us, he did not frighten me. I was surprised but delighted when his hands gently held my hips as his lips kissed my neck. His hands roved higher teasing my breasts with their closeness. I sighed and leaned back against him as I tilted my neck to the side giving him better access to my skin. It felt so good, so right to me.

I smiled as he forgave me his sins. Using his hands to cup my breasts was all the penance I needed. I groaned softly, making sure he knew just how much that turned me on. Though I’m sure he could tell just from the hardening of my nipples. I wiggled my ass against his raging hard-on. It fit nicely between my ass cheeks.

Eric’s gentle touch as he slowly slipped his hand into place between my thighs was all I needed to melt in his arms. The touch of his other hand as it sought my naked breast and his tongue as it teased my ear were more than I could stand. His fingers had yet to slip past my panties and he was still fully dressed. I turned my head to find his mouth. As our lips touched, my mouth opened, my tongue searched for his. I needed him—desperately. My mouth devoured him, my grunts of pleasure captured by his lips. My teeth nipped his lower lip, tugging it between mine, sucking it until it escaped from between my teeth.

“Er-ic,” I panted as I squirmed in his arms. “I need you. I need more,” I told him boldly. I turned in the circle of his arms. My lips again claimed his as my fingers tugged his t-shirt out of his jeans and worked it upward and over his chest. As I pulled it over his head, my open mouth landed on his nipple. My tongue flickered against it. My teeth nipped it and then kissed it better. My hands slid to the fly of his jeans. As I worked at opening the fly I remembered where we were.

“Oh God Eric,” my chest heaved with my excitement, “is it OK to do this here? I don’t want to get you fired.” My lips went back to work on his other nipple. I nibbled the flesh around it with my lips and teeth before finally capturing the nipple and suckling it. My hands slid his zipper open as I awaited his response.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

She did the one thing that drives me nuts, almost as if she knew my weakness. When her teeth gripped my nipple I felt shivers shoot through my body. Her hand started unfastening my jeans to relieve the growing bulge confined inside them. My fingers gently snaked through her hair as I thought about her question. The boss pretty much knew what went on back here. As long as I was discreet he was more than happy to have the extra business. We wouldn’t be bothered, but I wasn’t going to let her know that.

“I’ll worry about my job. Now I suggest you get down on your knees and start sucking my cock before I change my mind.”

I knew I was being a jerk, and that she really was trying to be friendly, but I needed to gain the upper hand. I wasn’t going to let her get under my skin. I was going to give her what she wanted, and in return I was going to profit a little. A business deal, that was all. I just had to set the parameters.

I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her to her knees. I finished unfastening my jeans and pushed them down until my hard cock sprung free and wavered inches from her face. I put my hands on her head and pulled her lips to the tip of my swollen head.

 

[mya]

Cara

I allowed Eric to guide me to my knees. His passion obviously was running as wild as mine. As I reached the position, I found it a bit strange when he pulled my head to his cock as opposed to pressing his cock to my lips—the difference being that the one position was slightly more comfortable to me than the other. But I didn’t worry about it.

I licked the tip of his cock with my tongue. His fingers kept the gentle pressure on the back of my head, so I opened my mouth to allow him inside. My lips closed around him tightly and I rocked further forward on my knees, sliding his thick cock further inside my mouth. He continued to press my head to take him deeper. Even though the head of his cock was at the back of my throat, I did he wanted and tried to take him deeper—though I’d never had a man’s cock down my throat before. I gagged.

“Easy does it there Cara. Lean forward more and throw your head back a bid more. Open your throat and I’ll slip on by,” he grunted. She did as he said, and then he finally pressed his hips forward in one swift motion. He buried himself to the hilt in her mouth. Cara’s eyes looked up to his, her mouth forming a perfect tight O around his thick meat. She began to suck. He held her head with the back of his fingers still. He controlled the pace and exactly how he wanted it. She was happy to follow, to give him the pleasure he needed. She slid her mouth off of him, drawing her body back ward when his fingers let up the pressure and she swallowed him again when he tugged her head to him. She hummed and she sucked, and she moved her mouth on to him and off, all as he guided her to do. As he got closer to coming she added her fingers to his balls, squeezing them softly. “Oh yeah Baby!” he moaned. “Do it like that, just like that. Oh yeahhhhhh. I’m so close baby. Suck hard now, suck my jizz from my cock. Arghhhhhhhhhhh.” He shot his load down her throat and she swallowed as fast as she could. This time he used his hips and rocked back and forth as he continued to fuck her mouth. She couldn’t swallow all his spunk and some dribbled down her chin. She continued to suck him anyway, wanting only to please him.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

There was no doubt about it – the girl could suck cock. I had jammed my meat into her mouth and rammed it down her throat. I was doing everything I could to make her hate me. And yet she took everything I dished out, happy to please me in whatever way I wanted. When her lips and tongue worked their magic on my cock, and her throat opened up to accept me, I relaxed and let her pleasure me.

It didn’t take long. I looked down and watched her full lips massage my cock as it moved in and out of her mouth. My head started spinning. Her big eyes looked up at me letting me know she was enjoying what she was doing to me, letting me know she wanted to taste my creamy fluids.

“Do it like that, just like that. Oh yeahhhhhh. I’m so close baby. Suck hard now, suck my jizz from my cock. Arghhhhhhhhhhh.”

Flashed of whiteness shot through my head. My cock swelled. My stomach tightened. My fingers dug into her red hair. I exploded. Cum blasted into her mouth until it started dribbling down her chin. At last I was drained but Cara continued to suck me and discovered one of my hidden talents – that my cock stays hard after I cum when properly stimulated.

I should have been grateful. I should have thanked her, been gentle with her, showed her the kindness she deserved. But it would have been out of character. I was in charge here wasn’t I? Besides, she should be thanking me for letting her suck my cock and taste my cum. Well I would give her what she deserved... and this time it would be free. What more could she want.

“Put your hands on the desk and bend over. I’m going to fuck you.”

I grabbed her arm, yanked her up and threw her towards the desk. I put my hand on the back of her neck and slammed her head down pinning it to the top of the desk. With my other hand I pulled up her dress, ripped her panties from her ass and buried two fingers into her pussy. I kicked her legs apart, stepped up behind her and rubbed the head of my cock across her juice gash.

“This is the best part, Cara. You’re going to love how my cock feels in your pussy.”

I shoved hard. Her swollen plum split open as my throbbing meat slid into her hot body.

 

[mya]

Cara

Once again Cara was caught off guard by Eric’s sudden change of mood as he shoved her over the desk. Still, even as he growled, “Put your hands on the desk and bend over. I’m going to fuck you,” her body reacted with a flow of juices to her pussy. Eric turned her on in ways she’d never dreamed of and in ways she had yet to acknowledge, even to herself. For the time being, her mind reeled with the manner in which he now declared he was going to screw her.

“NO,” she cried even as he bent her over the desk and held her there. Cara still wanted to believe this was just some game Eric was playing, to see if he could scare her. But as he tore her panties from her ass, she trembled. “Stop it Eric. STOP IT!” she cried. “Don’t make me scream for help!” she threatened. Cara’s glistening pussy told him more honestly than her mouth did exactly what she was feeling. A different shiver ran down her spine as she felt the big head of his cock perched at the entrance of her pussy.

“This is the best part, Cara. You’re going to love how my cock feels in your pussy,” Eric told her. Cara gritted her teeth. “Don’t! Please don’t,” she pleaded, “not like this.” But he thrust his hips cruelly forward and pierced her on his long pole, filling her roughly. Cara grunted with the impact. The edge of the desk dug into her hips, his fingers dug into the globes of her ass. And he was hammering her pussy with hard fast strokes.

“Fuck you Eric!” Cara cried as he filled her as she’d never been filled before. A tear slid down her cheek as she waited for him to finish. She felt the heat he created inside her body. She prayed she be able to hold back and not give him the satisfaction of cumming for him—not like this.

 

[Eroticus]

ERIC

The heat of her pussy enveloped my cock like a burning vice. I pounded into her over and over, slamming hard against her ass and jerking her body each time my cock slammed into her. I held her head down to the table as I fucked her hard and rough. I knew I was releasing all the pent up anger I had been feeling but I was unable to stop myself. The feeling of power over her helpless body just pushed me to fuck her harder.

“I knew you had a hot pussy Cara. And now it has want it wants… my big cock.”

I pulled on her hair and jerked her head back. I lifted her up on her toes on each thrust. She was screaming and swearing but I really didn’t hear what she was saying. I was too consumed with finishing and releasing all my anger with a powerful eruption into her hot cunt.

Sweat was dripping from my forehead when I finally reached my apex. Cara was screaming louder. I couldn’t tell if she was having an orgasm or just screaming in anger. It didn’t matter. I slammed into her a few last strokes, buried my cock deep inside her pussy and let out a powerful roar as my cock exploded inside her.

Cum gushed from my throbbing manhood in one powerful spurt after another until I was drained. I continued to fuck her until I could feel it flowing back out of her cunt and down her thighs. I finally pulled out and let go of her hair, stepping back.

That was when I realized she was crying. These weren’t tears of passion… they were tears of hurt. Shit. What had I done? I was becoming my father. My head started throbbing. I had to get away, had to think. I didn’t want to be like this. I pulled up my jeans and fastened them turning my back to Cara.

“Get out. Go on. Just leave… please. I… I… just go.”

Instead of waiting for her to leave I stormed out of the room, told the boss I had to do a house call, got in my car and drove to the cemetery. I found my mother’s grave and sat down on the grass. I put my hands on my head and over my eyes trying to hold back the emotions.

“I’m sorry ma… I’m sorry. Help me… ma, you gotta help me.”

 

[mya]

Cara

Eric’s hard thrusting filled her pussy in ways she’d never been filled before. And it turned her on as she’d never been before. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, even as he wrenched an orgasm from her body. She desperately did not want him to know he’d fulfilled her in his roughness. A part of her felt violated, but still the bigger part of her loved his rough treatment. Even as he continued to screw her, she began to wonder just what kind of a woman she was—to enjoy his violent love making? She hesitated to think of it as rape as deep down she knew she wanted it as much as he did. Though, that he felt he could use her like that hurt more than she wanted to admit, to herself, but more so to him. She stayed quiet and let him finish is fucking. But she was unprepared for the way in which he left.

As suddenly as he had become violent, he was calm—well actually in his own private hell it seemed. As suddenly as he had rammed her from behind, he’d left her too. The tears flowed down her cheeks—that she meant so little to him. But also because she felt his pain as he left her. As he slammed out of the office to make another house call—half of her feared he’d go to another woman. The other half feared he would not. But something about his pain filled her with a need to help him. To see if there could be more to there relationship than a wham-bam-thank you ma’am. Hell forget the thank you part. The man merely took what he wanted, no needed, and left. She had to help him. She let her skirt settle over her hips and she grabbed her purse and followed him.

Luckily a cab had just filled his tank with gas and she hopped in. “Follow that car,” she pointed at Eric’s car as it sped from the lot, “don’t lose him…there’s a $50 tip in it for you.” The cab tailed Eric, almost losing him twice. But somehow they’d caught sight of his car as it sped off in the distance. She arrived at the cemetery a moment or two after him. She paid off the cab driver and he left. Quietly she wandered closer to Eric. “What the hell are you doing Cara,” she admonished herself softly, “he probably doesn’t want you anywhere near him and he could probably as easily kill you as look at you.” But still she trudged closer, until she was close enough to hear him pouring out his grief to his dead mother. “I’m sorry ma… I’m sorry. Help me… ma, you gotta help me.” Cara could hear the warble in his voice and knew he was close to tears if not actually crying.

She moved closer and knelt in the grass beside him. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into her embrace. He willingly pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist too as he buried his head in her breast. At that exact moment she had no idea if he knew it was her or just a warm comforting body. But she held him any way as she shushed him. “Shhhhhhhh, it’s OK Eric, it’s OK. Maybe your mama is helping you, maybe she made our paths cross. Let me help. Let me be your friend.” One thing Cara knew for sure, there was no way she could let Eric go out of her life without fighting for what they could have. They shared a connection—an odd connection, but one she needed as much as he did. And her body craved his, even now. After the scene they’d just had, she still wanted him. Her hands stroked his back, seeking to calm him as her lips kissed the top of his head. She was well aware of the muscles in his back and the sweet lusty smell of his body. Her fingers crept under his shirt and her finger nails softly scratched lazy patterns on the skin of his back.

 

[Eroticus]

Eric

I felt soft hands slide around me and pull me against the warmth and softness of a woman’s body. It was as if my mother had heard my pleading for help and had transformed from ghost to flesh and blood to provide the warmth and comfort I needed. I put my arms around her and pulled myself into her embrace.

God it felt good. It felt good to let myself go, to drop my guard against the angry world, to trust and be trusted. Her words were soothing, her hands comforting. My mother had come back to be with me. I wanted this moment last forever.

“Don’t leave me, Ma. I can’t make it here by myself. I… I’m afraid I’ll do something bad. Real bad. Please don’t leave me.”

Just then a car backfired drawing me out of my trance. Startled I looked up. It wasn’t my mother holding me, it was the woman from the gas station… Cara. What was she doing here? Why was I holding her? What happened to my mother? My head started spinning as I tried to sort out these questions. A mixture of rage, remorse, longing and passion fought for control of my thinking. My body reacted more instinctively.

I pried her arms from around me and threw her down onto the ground. I jumped on top of her. I grabbed her arms and jerked her head up until it was inches from my face. My eyes flared with rage. A part of me wanted to kill her. Another part of me wanted to pull her close, let go and bury all my pain against her soft body.

Unsure what to do I suddenly kissed her hard shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. I reached down between us and unbuckled my jeans. I pushed her legs apart with my own legs, pulled my jeans down over my ass and positioned the head of my cock against her naked pussy. I shoved hard burying my meat deep into her searing cunt. I started fucking her hard and fast.

I bit her lower lip until blood started to flow. I pulled my face away and looked down at Cara with rage still burning in my eyes. I started slamming into her harder and harder. I was a madman wracked with pain, fear, anger, lust and something else still buried too deep to recognize. I ripped open her blouse and squeezed her tits hard. I pulled on her nipples until I knew she could feel the pain.

My hands went to her neck. I started to squeeze as I fucked her even faster. I could feel cum churning in my balls. The more I squeezed the closer I came to my own release. Cara was struggling for air. Her hands had a death grip on my arms but I didn’t stop. My cock plunged into her steamy fuck hole over and over stabbing her hard and deep on each thrust. Cara’s grip began to loosen as I continued to choke the breath out of her struggling body.

Just before the explosion I looked up and saw the name of my mother engraved on the small stone in front of me. Confusion flashed through my head but it was too late to hold back. I let go of Cara’s throat and filled the air with a blood curdling roar. Hot cum surged through my swollen cock and filled her belly with blast after blast of creamy seed. I continued pumping my cock into her cum filled cunt until my balls were completely drained. I collapsed onto her lifeless body and started sobbing.

“I’m so sorry, Ma… so sorry Cara. I need you. Oh my god. What have I done. Come back to me Cara… please come back. You’ll make it all right, Ma… won’t you?”

I felt a pair of hands move on my back. The body below me shifted as it slowly came back to life. I looked down and watched Cara’s eyes open. I had just raped and almost killed the one person who had genuinely reached out to me. This time I had really fucked up. I slowly rolled off her and sat on the ground waiting for her to leave. I decided to wait right here by my mother until the police came and took me away.