Amanda got out of her car and lifted the hood, stepping back quickly as a wave of steam escaped the engine compartment. She had known things were going to be bad when the check engine light went from solid to flashing, but she’d hoped she’d be able to make it to the nearby town of Holbrook before that happened. Instead, the car had died three miles out.
Thankfully, she had two things. She was close enough to the town that she had cell service, and she had roadside assistance through her insurance. She called them, gave them her policy number, and her approximate location. They located a garage in town that was actually open on a Sunday, and reported back to her that a guy named Dave would be out to pick up her and her car within an hour, and to just stay put.
April in Arizona wasn’t terribly hot, so the wait wouldn’t be too bad. Mandy had snacks in the car, and water in a cooler in the passenger seat, so she knew she’d be fine. She rolled down the windows to enjoy the breeze, picked up a magazine, and flipped to the crossword puzzle that she’d been saving for that evening, deciding to start it early.
After about 45 minutes, a glint through the windshield caught her attention, and she looked up to see a tow truck heading her way. She placed the magazine aside, and got out to await Dave’s arrival. She pictured that it would be some crusty old dude behind the wheel, so when the tall, broad, dark haired, and blue eyed man stepped out of the cab of the truck, her breath caught just slightly. Then he smiled, and she just about melted.
Her eyes locked with his as he approached, “Amanda?” he asked as he walked up.
“Um, yes...that’s me. And you’re Dave?”
“That I am. What seems to be the problem?”
Her response came out in a breathless jumble, “I guess it overheated? My check engine light came on, and I was hoping to get to town, but then it started flashing, the car stalled, and wouldn’t restart. There was a lot of steam...maybe the radiator?”
“Hmm...could be. I’ll get you and your car back to town and take a look. Why don’t you hop into the cab while I get your car hooked up? Should just take about 10 minutes.” He opened up the passenger door for her, and offered his hand to assist her in getting in. She took it, and could swear she felt a prickle of electricity pass between them and blushed profusely. His smile got a little broader, and he closed the door once she was settled.
“Hot damn,” Dave murmured to himself. His customer was quite the looker. Her cropped copper colored hair, lithe figure, pale skin, and green eyes were already wildly attractive, but add in the smattering of freckles and beautiful smile, and she looked almost otherworldly, like a very sexy pixie.
He hooked her car up to his truck, and he opened his door and slid into the driver’s seat. He glanced over at Amanda, and she met his gaze with a shy smile. “So, I noticed the Illinois plates, where are you from?” he asked.
“Chicago. Doing the whole Route 66 road trip thing.”
“By yourself?”
“Well, my boyfr...I mean, my ex-boyfriend was supposed to come with me, but he decided to break up with me instead. But we’d been planning this trip for months, and I was damned if I was going to cancel it. It’s so weird though...I had my car fully serviced before I left, at a shop I trusted, and they assured me it was in great shape.”
Dave laughed, “Not to bag on your choice in cars, but you do know what we mechanics joke that Fiat stands for?”
She cocked an eyebrow, “No, enlighten me.”
“Fix it again, Tony.”
She tried hard not to laugh, but failed, “Anyway, Holbrook was not a planned stop, and if I’m stuck here overnight, I have nowhere to stay. I hope I can find a room somewhere.”
He shook his head, “Might be rough...this is peak season. Most of the hotels are sold out, and the ones that aren’t you probably wouldn’t want to stay at.”
Her brows knit in aggravation, which he found adorable, “Shoot, if it’s OK with you then, maybe I could just sleep in my car?”
She felt that little zing in her core as he looked at her with a twinkle in his eye, “Well, you could, but I have a perfectly nice couch in the office that would probably be a lot more comfortable. You wouldn’t need to worry about being left alone in the shop. My apartment is in the back.”
“That’s an easy commute.”
He smiled, “That it is.”
They spent the rest of the short trip stealing glances at each other, and when they pulled up to the garage, he directed her inside to the office, while he unhooked the car, and pushed it up onto the lift platform. At that point he popped the hood, and hooked the car up to the shop computer to run a diagnostic on it. After a few minutes the code came up and it wasn’t good.
Dave trudged into the office, where Amanda was on the aforementioned couch, flipping through a “Motor Trend” magazine. She looked up at him expectantly, and she was so lovely that it took all his control not to snatch her up and kiss her breathless.
He winced, and ran his hand through his thick mane, “Well, you have a blown catalytic converter. The good news is that I can fix it. The bad news is that I don’t have the part, and will have to have one shipped here, which might take a day, maybe two.”
Her face fell, “Oh no.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. Let me check the internet, and make some calls...see if I can find one fairly close by. Another garage in town might have one, but they’re all closed today.”
He did as promised, but it turns out that all the other places he called were also closed. But he found a dealership in Scottsdale that looked promising, and assured Amanda that he’d call them first thing in the morning.
“So,” he looked at her and grinned, “can I take you to dinner? We’ve got some great Mexican places in town.”
She smiled shyly, “I am pretty hungry...and Mexican is my favorite, so how can I say no? But is there somewhere I can freshen up?”
“Sure. I just cleaned the restrooms this morning, I’ll show you where they are.”
Amanda grabbed her toiletry bag out of the backseat, and followed him. The ladies room was surprisingly nice, and very clean. There was a knock at the door, and Dave was there with a towel and washcloth, “Thought you could use these.”
She smiled gratefully, “Thank you so much! That’s very thoughtful of you.”
He almost looked sheepish at the praise, “The men’s room has a shower, if you want to use it in the morning. I’ll wait for you in the office.”
“Thanks. I won’t be long.” When he left, she wet the washcloth with some cool water, and smoothed it over her skin, feeling almost instantly refreshed. She didn’t have much of a need for makeup, but she washed her face, used some tinted moisturizer, swept on some eyeshadow and mascara, and some lip gloss. She brushed her hair, and fluffed it with a bit of hair wax, and regarded her reflection, and shrugged, “Eh, not bad.”
She went back to the office, and together they headed out. The town wasn’t that big, so they walked to the restaurant, making small talk and getting to know each other a bit. Conversation was easy for them, and Amanda found herself becoming more and more attracted to her companion.
The feeling was mutual. As they chatted, Dave found himself admiring her wit, her humor, and that dimple that showed up on her left cheek when she smiled...something she did often. He found himself feeling disappointed by the thought that she’d be gone in a day, and he’d probably never see her again.
Over dinner and a couple of large margaritas, the conversation started to get a little flirty. Touches occurred that could have been accidental, but probably weren’t. The air around them was electric, and when Amanda reached over to pluck a piece of cheese out of his scruff, he caught her hand and kissed it. She pulled it back slowly, a deep blush coloring her cheeks. He signaled for the check, and paid for dinner over her protests.
“Why don’t we head over to The Corral?” he suggested, “they usually have some good live music, and if not, we can just stop in for a couple of beers.”
She grinned, “Sure! That sounds fun.”
Dave laughed, “Well, as much fun as you can have in a town this small, I guess.”
Amanda cocked an eyebrow at him, “Oh, I don’t know about that…” with that, they stood, and headed to the nearby bar.
Turns out there was a good crowd, but no band that night. Still, someone had queued up a lot of good music on the jukebox, and after a beer, he asked her if she knew how to do the Two-step. She didn’t, so he grinned and offered to teach her. He led her out on the dance floor, but it turned out he wasn’t much of a dancer himself, and they laughed as their feet tangled, and they kept bumping into each other.
A slow song came on, and he took the opportunity to gather her close. She put her arms up around his neck as his arms encircled her waist, and they swayed together in time to the music. She nuzzled his neck, as he buried his nose in her curls, and breathed in the scent of her. She smelled sweet and fresh, like apples, and fit perfectly in his arms, her curves melting into his harder form.
“I have to be honest,” he murmured, “I’m tempted to pretend to not find the part for your car, just to keep you here a couple of days.”
He felt her smile, and she lifted her head to look into his eyes, “I’m tempted to let you do just that.”
A flash of lust shone in his eyes, “Damn, I want to take you back to my place and do dirty things with you.”
Amanda cocked an eyebrow, and a sly smile curled her lips, “I have an idea,” she leaned in and whispered it in his ear, and he drew back in surprise.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
She nodded, “It’s just like playacting, but the payout is generally some really hot fucking.”
He actually blushed, “I’ve never done anything like that before, though.”
Even as he protested, she could feel him getting hard, and surreptitiously rubbed his erection with her hand, “Seems to me like you aren’t unwilling to try though.”
Dave’s mouth went dry, and he swallowed, “Why don’t we get out of here, and finish this conversation in private,” he replied gruffly.
They walked quickly back to the garage, and once he’d locked the door behind them, he gathered her up and kissed her breathless. He looked at her searchingly, “You’re really sure you want to do this?”
“I do,” she whispered, “but hey, if you find you’re not into it, we can stop.”
“OK, go to the office, and wait for me there.”
Amanda smiled, and headed there, and sat down on the couch. After a few minutes, Dave strode in, an angry look on his face. She stood to face him, “Is something wrong?” she asked innocently.
He picked up a random invoice off the desk, “You could say that. The credit card you gave me to pay for the repair was declined. Again. In fact, all your credit cards have been declined.”
She looked down, “I’m sorry...I told you, my sister stole my cards, and racked up all kinds of charges. I disputed everything, but I guess the reversals haven’t gone through yet.”
He stalked over, and grabbed her chin firmly, “You know what I think?” he growled, “I think you racked up those charges, and you’re lying to me. I think you thought you could come in here, get your car fixed, bat your eyelashes at me, and I’d let it slide because you’re so pretty. Well, pretty doesn’t pay my bills.”
“I promise, I’ll pay you one way or another.”
“Oh, you’ll pay me alright. You’re going to stay here until you can, and in the meantime, I’ll take it out in trade,” he leered. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out into the garage area. He walked her over to the engine hoist, and dumped her on the floor.
“Get up, and get undressed,” he snarled.
She turned on the drama, “But I can’t do this! I have a boyfriend!”
“Well, your boyfriend is going to get to see what happens when his girlfriend doesn’t pay her bills. Now do as I say.”
Amanda supressed a smile...he was playing his role perfectly. She stood, and with some hesitation removed her clothing. She demurely put her arm across her breasts, and the other covered her mound. She heard him gasp as she turned to face him, and when she looked at him he winked. She winked back to let him know she was still on board.
He walked over to the work bench, and grabbed a length of industrial rope, and went back to stand in front of her. “Give me your hands.”
She hesitantly held them out, and he roughly grabbed her wrists and lifted them over her head. He made quick work of securing her wrists to the hook that dangled from the upper bar. Using the hand crank, he raised up the bar until she was on her tiptoes, her arms stretched taut.
He had to admit, having her helpless in front of him like this was a real turn on. Her skin was so soft and pale, her tits so perky, capped with candy pink nipples. She had a neatly trimmed thatch of red curls between her very long legs, and he itched to touch her.
But she’d said she wanted to be punished, and he couldn’t deny her what she wanted.
Amanda’s eyes went big as Dave slowly unbuckled his belt and slid it out from the belt loops. Her eyes flicked down and was pleased to see his erection straining against his jeans. He doubled the belt, and casually walked around her, running the loop up one thigh, across her buttocks, and down the other thigh. She shuddered, and without warning, he smacked her hard on her left cheek with it.
She let out a cry, and involuntarily tried to shift her body away, but she was strung up too tight for that. She heard a swish, and the belt landing firmly on her other cheek. She felt him against her then, his jeans rough on her tender bottom, his cock firm and warm beneath them, “Too hard?” he whispered, his breath warm on her neck.
She appreciated his care with her, but she wanted him to let go, “No. Please...please I want more.” She felt him nod, and he stepped back, landing two more hard swats. She yelped, but she felt the pain from the belt transform into a pleasure that pooled between her legs. She heard him leave for a moment, and then there he was, stuffing her panties into her mouth, “Be quiet,” he ordered, “or it’ll just be worse for you.”
Two more blows brought her out of her haze, and then two more lower down brought tears to her eyes. She was so aroused by this point, she was nearly humping the air. He let go another two swats in quick succession, probably the hardest of them all, and she let out a muffled scream.
Dave stood back, and looked at his handiwork. Her ass was striped with angry red welts, and he could see her shaking. He dropped the belt, and spun her around to face him. He took the panties out of her mouth, and looked into her eyes, noting how blown the pupils were. Spots of pink dotted her cheeks, and her breathing was ragged.
He gripped her chin roughly, and kissed her hard. She strained against him, mewling with the pain and pleasure. He moved his hand down to her neck, and squeezed, making her gasp, then with both hands began to knead her tits, running his thumbs across her nipples. He bent his head and took one of the firm nubs in his mouth, and bit down on it before sucking it hard. He did the same to the other nipple, while his hand moved down between her legs.
He was amazed how wet she was. He easily shoved two fingers into her pussy, crooking them to find her spongy g-spot, plunging them crudely into her, and pulling out. On occasion he’d stop to rub them around her labia, purposely ignoring her clit, causing more tears to spill from her eyes, this time from frustration. He slipped his fingers in her mouth, and she sucked her juices off of them dutifully.
“Do you want to come?” he taunted her. She nodded desperately and he chuckled, “Well, you’re going to keep wanting, because I’m not going to give that to you anytime soon.” He stood back, and slapped her tit hard. She looked at him with a glance full of heat, so he slapped the other one, too. He was a bit surprised by how into this scene he was getting...how easy it was to express this cruelty towards a willing partner; not to mention how turned on he was getting from it.
He lowered her a little so that her feet rested firmly on the floor. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured in her ear, and left her there while he went back to his apartment. He grabbed some lube and went back out to the garage. He spun her around so her back was to him, and squirted some of the lube onto his fingers, and worked two of them roughly up her ass, “I plan on using all of your holes, Amanda, including this one. I hope you’re ready for that.”
She moaned as his fingers invaded her. He was pushing all her buttons, and she couldn’t wait for him to make good on that promise. He thrust them into her a few more times, then smiled as she let out a small wail when he slid them out.
Dave went over and washed his hands in the shop sink, then lowered her even further until she was kneeling on the hard, cold, concrete floor, her arms still extended above her. He leaned down to kiss her, snaking his tongue into her mouth, and she sucked on it, wanting to show him what a good girl she would be for a chance at his cock. He straightened up, and undid the button and zipper on his jeans, and pushed them down, along with his briefs. His cock sprang out, and he was amused to see Amanda lick her lips at the sight of it. It wasn’t overly long, but it was girthy. He took a step forward, and she opened her mouth dutifully.
He slowly fed her his cock, giving her just the tip, and pulling back, then moving forward to give her an extra inch. Grabbing her short curls, he slowly worked his length into her mouth, and was pleasantly surprised when she leaned forward, and took him fully down her throat. He’d never met a woman who could do that, and he enthusiastically began to fuck her mouth.
After a few thrusts he would pull back and let her breathe, then he’d shove it back in, loving the feel of her lips tight around him, the suction of her mouth, and the feel of her throat as it closed around him. Occasionally she would make a desperate moan, and the vibrations would send shockwaves through him.
Dave pulled back, streamers of spit connecting his cock to her mouth, and pulled on her hair to get her attention. “Take a deep breath,” he warned, “I’m not going to let you up for air until I come. Understood?”
Amanda gasped out a “Yes,” and breathed deep. He shoved his cock down her throat, and gripped the sides of her head tightly and she bobbed her head frantically. He used her roughly, and her little cries of pleasure at his abuse were finally more than he could stand. “Suck good, baby,” he ordered, “I’m going to come, and you’d better not spill a drop.”
He doubled his efforts, beyond caring about anything but shooting his load down her throat. She felt his cock expand, and braced herself. He came with a strangled shout, emptying his balls, and like a pro she drank it all down. He slid his cock out of her mouth, and pulled up his underwear and jeans as she gasped and coughed, and got her breath back. She looked a mess...her makeup smudged, tears coursing down her face, and drool spilling from her mouth.
He jacked her back up into a standing position again, then took off his t-shirt, and used it to clean her up a bit. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, and she breathlessly nodded, “Good. Need something to drink?” She nodded again, and he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge in the office, and gave her a few sips.
He put it aside, then stood close to her again, his hands wandering idly over her body. “Now what am I going to do with you?” he mused.
“May I make a suggestion?” Amanda asked somewhat hoarsely, and Dave nodded, “In the back of my car is a pink satchel. In that satchel is a blue glittery bag. There may be some things in there to inspire you.”
He cocked an eyebrow at her, and walked over to her car. He found the bag just where she said it would be, and opened it up. He laughed, “You sure do come prepared.”
He came over and let her down, not wanting her arms to get too fatigued, but kept her wrists bound. He led her over the workbench, and bent her over it. He kicked her legs apart, exposing her sopping pussy. He drizzled a bit more lube down her crack, and removed the larger of the silicone butt plugs from the bag. He slid it up and down her wetness to get it nice and slicked up, then slowly began to push it inside her. She groaned as he twisted it slightly as it went in. Then he took out the small bullet vibe and turned it on, sliding it up against her clit.
She jumped as it made contact, and he removed it just as quickly. He played a bit with the plug, pulling it out until the widest part stretched her open, and hit her clit with the vibe again, leaving it there a bit longer, but not long enough to let her come. The desperate noises she was making went right to his cock, which began to work its way out of his briefs as his erection grew.
He let the plug go, and it sank back inside her. He gave her tender ass a swat, and freeing his cock, shoved it inside her. The sudden invasion raised her up, and he smacked her ass again, and planted his hand on her back and shoved her back down onto the dirty surface. With the plug in, she was ridiculously tight, and her pussy walls clenched around him. He slid in and out of her slowly at first, relishing the feel of her warm wet heat surrounding him, but his need to fuck her soon overcame him, and his thrusts became harder...more animalistic.
Amanda went boneless underneath him, the feeling of both her holes being filled decimating her with pleasure. His thick cock touched every sensitive spot inside her, and she became completely overwhelmed. So much so that she didn’t hear the buzz of the vibrator as he maneuvered it around her, at least until it hit her sensitive button, and she came instantly and violently.
Dave hissed as the orgasm overcame her. She gripped him so tightly inside her, he could hardly move. Her walls rippled around him, and her body shuddered and shook beneath him. He stood still, just enjoying it, and when her body calmed down, he slid out of her. He gripped the base of the plug and removed it, setting it aside, then lined his cock up and began to take its place. His cock was far bigger, so he added some lube, and probed her asshole with the head until he managed to slip it in.
Amanada was still so overcome, she barely reacted. As he watched his cock slide into her ass, he took the time to note everything about how it felt. This was the first time a woman had ever let him do this particular act, and it might be awhile until he found another, so he intended to enjoy it to the fullest. Her back passage was smoother, and so very tight. Even with the lube it was a bit rougher going, so he drew out and added a bit more before thrusting into her again.
She finally roused up, and propped herself up on her forearms, the change in position making it a bit easier for him to move inside her. He gripped her ass cheeks hard, digging his fingers into the sensitive flesh, and spreading her wide.
“Oh god,” she breathed, “You feel so good in my ass, baby...let yourself go. I need you to fuck it hard.”
Spurred on by her words, he quickened his pace, and soon he was fucking her ass with abandon, his body slapping against hers, his balls bouncing off her pussy and clit with every thrust. He growled as she rhythmically clenched around him, waves of pleasure massaging his cock. He couldn’t remember a time he’d ever been this hard, this turned on.
One more squirt of lube, and he began to move like a jackrabbit, his climax building to a peak. He snaked his arm around her, and found her clit, and rolled it between his fingers. She was making these little breathless noises that made his cock twitch, and he bent down to put his mouth by her ear.
“Come for me.”
He wrapped his other arm around her neck, and covered her mouth with his hand as she came with a wail. Unable to hold back any longer, he let out a grunt, and came hard, his cum shooting deep inside her.
They stayed that way for a couple of minutes, his arms around her, soothing her as sobs wracked her body. When his cock softened and slipped out of her, he untied her wrists and led her to his apartment. He propped her against the bathroom wall as he got the shower going, and when it was nice and warm he got in, and helped her join him under the spray.
He washed her hair, and soaped up her body, washing away any grime. She leaned against him, obviously exhausted. He washed himself up quickly, then dried them both off. He found some lotion, and used it on her sore behind, and her chafed wrists, then got her under the covers of his bed, and slid in next to her. She was asleep almost instantly, and he gathered her against him, wanting her to feel safe and secure.
The next morning, Dave got up before she did, and he was famished. He made them both breakfast, and the smell of the coffee brewing had the desired effect, and she padded into the kitchen wearing one of his t-shirts. Her curls were in all directions, and she looked small and adorable. They didn’t say much - that post-coital awkwardness was strong - but there were lots of small smiles and stolen glances.
When they were done eating, she offered to do the dishes, so he gave her a kiss and promised to call the dealership about the part for her car. He rang them up, and they promised to overnight it to him, and then he got busy with a couple of customers. Amanda took advantage of the time to grab her things and take a proper shower, and do her hair and makeup. She meandered into the office where he was fielding a phone call, and sat down on the couch.
He couldn’t help but take in those long legs of hers, eyes traveling up them to her short-shorts, and the halter top that bared her midriff and the lovely slope of her shoulders and bare arms. His eyes met hers, and he found them sparkling with mirth. He finished the call, and hung up the phone. “So, the dealership is going to overnight the part to me. Looks like you’re going to be here another night.”
She stood up and walked over to him, and straddled his lap. His hands moved up her back, taking in the softness of her skin, and she leaned down to kiss him.
“Well now,” she asked as she nibbled on his lower lip, “whatever am I supposed to do with all that time?”
With a wolfish grin, he eased her off of him, went to the door, and turned the “Open” sign to “Closed”, and locked the door. He turned to face her, and replied, “Oh, I don’t know...I’m sure we’ll come up with something.”
