He’s the only one I can think of that might be able to leave work to come help me. I occasionally fuck his boss, so it shouldn’t be a problem for him to leave. I tell him I’m stuck. I need help with the flat, but I’m broke. I don’t even own a jack. I’m stranded in the next town over after a one night stand and I need to get to work. I know what it’ll cost, but I’m hoping he won’t ask.
“You know what I want,” he breathes into the phone. He’s been trying to fuck me for months, but I keep dodging him. Dave has a bit of a reputation for his fucking abilities, he’s got girls lined up to sleep with him, but I’m not attracted to him. It drives him crazy and he won’t stop hounding me.
“Fine,” I huff, considering my limited options. “Just get over here.”
I sit on the curb and chain smoke cigarettes for the next half hour. Dave pulls up, dressed in a suit and tie. I watch him neatly fold his jacket and place it in his van. He leers at me and I make a face. I ask him if his boss gave him any shit about leaving, Dave says I owe his boss one too. “Tell him it won’t be today, ” I sigh, “I gotta get to work.”
Dave lifts the spare from my trunk then jacks up the car. I watch him and try to figure out what the appeal is. He’s kind of squat and dark. His eyes are too little. I’ve seen girls approach him at the bar, then turn away crying when he dismisses them. I don’t get it. I lay back in the grass and shut my eyes. I run my fingers through my hair and find a sticky mass. Probably dried cum. I really need coffee and a shower. I hear some clanks and clunks, and in a few minutes my tire is changed.
“Time to pay up,” he says, grabbing at my breast. “Now?” I ask. He nods. “Shit,” I say. I tell him to follow me to my house. When we walk through the door, he yanks at my jeans, but I tell him I need a shower first. Alone. I make a cup of instant coffee and set it on the bathroom sink, peeking out to take a gulp now and then. I have a big bruise on my ass, I’m not entirely sure how it got there.
Dave’s waiting in my bedroom, already naked and hard. Without hesitation, I peel the towel off and drop it on the floor. I want to get this over with. He strokes his dick and tells me to get on my knees. I do, and I wince when he enters me, I’m still sore from the night before. I’m too dry. I hear him spit on his hand and he wipes it on his dick. He grunts and starts mechanically pumping away. I look out the bedroom window and watch a pair of squirrels running back and forth across the power line. I think about what to make for dinner.
I yelp as he suddenly flips me over. Dave starts to pump faster and faster. He’s like an out of control jackhammer with a cock. I wrap my arms around him to keep from whacking my head against the wall. His back is covered in pimples, so many it’s like trying to read braille. I try not to gag. Dave’s muttering something about his big hard cock, I think he’s asking me if I like it. but I don’t answer. Surreptitiously I glance at the clock, I’ve got to leave for work in twenty minutes. I’m ready to end this.
I start moaning low and bucking under him. I writhe and thrash, making higher pitched noises. Dave gets more excited and starts to pound faster. I thrash harder and start calling out his name. I moan and scream which sends him into a frenzy. He jabs at me with a final thrust, then collapses on top of me. I gently roll him off me, taking care not to touch his back. He struts into the bathroom to take a shower and I finally get dressed for work and try not to cry.
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