Yes

Usually, it is possible to feign fainting, and people will buy it. But this time the mechanic, still wiping his hands, looked at me, and he knew, and I knew he knew, and he knew that I knew he knew, and I knew that he knew that I knew he knew, and… well, you get the point. There was no hiding from him somehow, he just acknowledged that a huge wave of arousal had just hit me.

Maybe he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer, maybe he was a bit of a redneck. But he certainly had a certain schwung in his presence. He wasn’t salon material, but haystacks would do just fine. A bit of macho, a bit of a challenge. His face wasn’t very pretty, but he was certainly well built.

“Seems you have a bit of a problem in a different engine as well,” he said, traveling my curves with his eyes without holding back for stupid high-class decency games, “I know a bit about those engines too.”

I must have blushed from chin to ears, and I stuttered when I replied, “What… what are you talking about… “

It was a pointless thing to say. We both knew perfectly well what we were talking about.

“Sure, miss. I’m not pushing anything, you know, just thought… if you need help to fix it… “

Point is, I did. Desperately. The word was spoken, my heat was burning, the two of us were by the side of an empty road through a forest, and I would never see this mechanic back in my life. It was the best opportunity I had had in years. I was dying to get “fixed”.

I blushed more, and I stuttered more. Although my mouth muttered, “No, thank you… “, my real reply was perfectly clear.

He had seen enough. He knew enough. He stepped up to me and embraced me—and in that very first embrace, one hand immediately reached for my Venus mound and took it in a firm grip. It didn’t matter that there were still two layers of clothing in between. It was exactly the right grip. I didn’t protest or resist, my limbs changed to wax in his arms. Even if I could have resisted him at all, resisting was the last thing I wanted to do. His commanding grab of my pussy made any further thought of resistance futile.

He fondled me for a full minute, exploring my horny pussy as it was handed to him, holding me and molesting me, and I was riding cloud nine.

Then he suddenly let go of me. I stumbled and fell to my knees, unable to control the muscles in my legs. He unzipped and stepped up to me, dangling a decent erection in front of my face.

“Here, have a taste of the good stuff. Blow me up a bit, and we’ll see how I can fix you up later! “

I could have passed for a prey up till then, a victim of the situation, an innocent young woman being assaulted by a highway mechanic in a **** nighttime position, alone on the side of the road. But when I gobbled up his cock, and led his acorn through my jaws all the way to the back of my throat, it was obvious that I immensely enjoyed the rod taking possession of my mouth. Theatre was futile, excuses were invalid. I just loved to take cock like this, and there was no way I could hide it from him.

And when he was sliding in and out of my mouth, when there was no more opportunity to reply anyway because my mouth was full of cock, when I wouldn’t have given up that stuffing for anything in the world, he said, “That’s a really slutty blowjob, sugar… Have you been whoring somewhere?”

Nobody ever talked to me like that. Even Luke had always been respectful to me. Yet this man simply said it, and it sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. This guy didn’t worry about Princeton or Harvard. He didn’t know the Law of Pythagoras. Still he just picked me like a ripe plum from a tree, and held me in the palm of his hand. I was desperately hot, and no one else but him could soothe me here or now. Despite all my city superiority over this petty rural cowboy, I suddenly knew that I needed him, or at least, that I would never be able to get off alone. I blew harder, just to make sure he wouldn’t walk out on my needs.

He wasn’t easy in any way. He took a really long and extended blowjob from me, where he seemed to steer clear of early shooting without much effort—as if he just didn’t see the need for shooting right now. He knew many chances would come later. He just enjoyed a thorough blowjob without consequence for a bit.

He took over when the fatigue of my jaws set in. He grabbed my hair in a fist, and face fucked me. He rode my throat, and even if I could have fought it, I’d never have. His cock tasted way too good.

It took at least ten minutes before he finally pushed me away.

“Let’s go to my place,“ he said, “my shift is over and I don’t live far. I wouldn’t mind playing around with you for a couple of hours. “

I was wobbly on my feet, my pussy dripping, my breathing rushed and shallow. “ I can’t… drive… “

“That’s OK, you can ride with me. I’ll drop you off again here later to pick up your car.”

It seemed like an unlikely scenario, maybe even dangerous, but that was a thought only in the back of my head. The rest of me wanted more of him, wanted to soothe the burning desire. I nodded.

His house could have been the set for a bad B-movie: standing alone on a hill in a desolate land, large but badly maintained, with creaking doors and floorboards, crooked arches and bay windows protruding in crazy angles. You would expect a mad aunt being locked up in some tower. We entered through the kitchen door, and he immediately told me to lose my clothes. It wasn’t a request. He didn’t doubt that he would be obeyed, and he was right.

He didn’t take off anything himself, he just unzipped and watched me as I undressed, annoyed that it took so long. When I was naked, he just pointed me to the solid kitchen table.

“Bend.“

I moaned in excitement when I spread my torso across the table, my ass sticking out over the edge, wide open for him to impale me like a dog.

He didn’t.

“I guess you should know that I don’t do pussies,” he said.

I was confused. What, hadn’t he just spread me out here to bang me good?

“I only do assholes,” he clarified.

I was an anal virgin at this point. Luke had never expressed any interest, and it had always seemed a bit messy to myself. I certainly wasn’t going to engage in anal sex with a stranger. We had driven for half an hour to his house, and although I still felt the power of the charge, it was starting to wear off slightly. If I was ever going to cross this bridge at all, it certainly wasn’t with him, or today. I told him so with a voice drenched in sarcasm.

He took it rather well. He just shrugged, “OK, I understand. Doesn’t look like we agree then. We might as well go back to your car and see if the battery is charged again, then.”

Could it even be a coincidence? Of course, he was a mechanic and my battery problem would bring the word up, but it sounded like there was an edge of deviousness in his voice. What was going on? How could he know? Who was he? Or did I see things that weren’t there, and this was just as random as it might have been?

But it didn’t really matter—all those thoughts were drowned in arousal. The trigger fired. A fresh wave of salacious lust flooded me. Dripping pussy, rushing blood, moans and twitches, the whole shebang, only slightly worse than usual. All because of a single word.

I was still bent over that table, my pussy was burning, and it seemed like the worst disappointment of my life if he wasn’t going to fuck me, right there, right then. I just wanted his big cock to fill me up.

He saw what was happening, and smiled at me. He didn’t even look really horny, more like compassionate.

“Sorry, miss. Asshole only. “

My eyes wandered down his torso. Below it hung his cock, arrogantly standing out from between the zipper of his jeans.

It was huge. It wasn’t even fully erect, as if spreading a naked girl across a kitchen table was only a medium stimulant. Could it be that he was already shrinking because of my refusal, simply accepting it? Still it measured six inches and it was thick as a wrist. I wanted it bad, real bad. I was so hot that I didn’t even care where exactly it would be inserted, if only it penetrated me and delivered thrusting.

I heard myself say, “OK. You win. Fuck me in my tight hole, I don’t care, just fuck me. “

His expression turned into a wide grin. “Sure miss, happy to oblige!”

I turned away to sag across the tabletop again. His cock rose to full power now, and when he pushed it against my sphincter it felt as if I could never accommodate him. There was a sharp sting of pain when he **** himself inside, but it only lasted seconds. After that, I was surprised how it suited my present state of mind. The volume of flesh entering my back hole overwhelmed me, and even though the pain of penetration didn’t diminish, it definitely fit in with my state of arousal as well. I wouldn’t have believed it possible a day ago, but when he had driven his full length inside, and started a slow thrust from there, my arousal exploded, and I found myself dangling on the edge of orgasm within a minute.

“Heh… finding out you’re actually an anal slut, eh?”

It was a hard and sarcastic comment, venom and humiliation bleeding from it. Yet it launched my arousal through the roof. I had a fleeting realization that I had been degraded to an enthusiast receiver of a thorough buttfuck before the thought drenched into a haze of heat again.

He was no easy cummer, and he managed to keep his ass thrust going for at least 10 minutes, increasing vigor and speed as he went along. For all that time, I clung to the edge. But even though I was driven to the limit of my possible lust, my programming prevented me from crossing my threshold and crashing into orgasm.

There was no word. I couldn’t cum. I could just float on that toxic mix of rapture and despair wrapped into one. He didn’t speak, he just rammed into me. I was not going to get my release. There was no word.

When he finally shot his load into me, I cried. Everything came together, my frustration, my humiliation, the feeling that once again, I would suffer the torment of quiet withdrawal of sexual energy on the wrong side of the divide. Once more, orgasm wasn’t meant to be—no matter how deep my anguish was, how much I felt I deserved to receive it. I had been broken, long ago, and I could never be fixed anymore.

He withdrew from me, and zipped up. It seemed like he didn’t really know what to do with me now. He had done his thing and now he was stuck with some weeping broad.

“I’m sorry, miss… did I do something wrong? “

“No, you didn’t… it’s alright. It is about me.”

I got up from the table. There was an uncomfortable power balance between us. He was fully dressed, even his cock concealed by clothing now, while I was embarrassingly aware of my own nudity as I stood before him.

There was an apology in his expression when he looked at me. “I never have any complaints… Most girls love it when I skewer them… “

“It’s OK. Really, it is. It’s just that… “

I didn’t even know what to add to that sentence. I didn’t want him to know my secret, I would never tell him about it.

The magic of the scene had come and gone. It had just happened again, that same frustration, that same unresolved tension which I was destined to feel withering. It was inevitable, I could never be fixed. I was still hopelessly horny, but it was smothered in the gloomy mist of solitude again, like it always was.

“It doesn’t matter. Can you just take me back to my car, please? “

“Yeah, yeah, of course, I promised you that. The battery should be full by now. “

I heaved an imaginary sigh at his phrasing. I had enough trouble keeping my hormones under control already, and he hadn’t used the dangerword.

It was a bit weird to sit next to the stranger who had just taken my anal cherry for the half-hour drive back to my car. It wasn’t tense, but we didn’t have any subjects to talk about, either.

My awareness of my battered and throbbing asshole became very prominent. It hurt, of course it hurt. Yet it was strange to notice how the pain wasn’t even really uncomfortable, it flavored my arousal and kept it going stronger than usual. It mixed in well with the feeling of being unsatisfied, of being neglected and denied. The combination still carried power within me, even if I hadn’t been submissive to anyone for years. I wasn’t floating around at the edge of orgasm anymore, but I didn’t come down from it very far either. And actually, the horny glow simply felt good.

He was obviously feeling awkward in our silence, and tried to get a conversation going.

“I hope you enjoyed our encounter?”

“Sure.”

He sounded almost insulted. “That’s all, ‘sure’? Most girls are more appreciative than that. “

“Who are these girls you keep talking about? “

He shrugged casually. “Oh, I have a nice job for that. Most people drive around in their cars alone, right? And when there’s only the driver in a car trouble situation, there’s a fifty-fifty that it’s a girl, right? I handle maybe six or seven cases in a shift, so two or three of them are girls-alone. I come to them as a knight in shining armor to fix their problem, so they’re grateful and responsive. It opens many opportunities.“

I mustered some sarcasm. “Yeah, I guess. There seem to be enough of them to allow you an asshole-only policy, apparently. “

He missed the venom in my voice completely. “Exactly. I don’t want to fuck all of you anymore, there’s simply too many. Requiring anal is a nice filter. When you tell me no, and that’s at least 80%, that’s absolutely fine with me. But at least twice a week, they yield to me. “

“So you’re not interested in regular sex anymore?”

He shook his head. “Not really. Once you start fucking assholes, you realize how limited pussy sex really is. A slit is so wide, so slippery, you can’t really get a good grip on your cock. An asshole is so much more invigorating, it is tight and hot and … oh, I don’t know, it really takes your cock in a strong clutch, you know? Once you start fucking ass, you don’t want to shift back anymore. “

I didn’t respond, and looked out the window without actually seeing anything. He obviously didn’t care about how the girl felt about it, that being taken in the asshole would always be painful with the kind of gear that he packed. Still I had to admit, there was absolutely an attraction in it. There was pain and humiliation in being taken from behind, but somehow those raised arousal as well. Bottom line, it felt good to be used like that. The feeling that he didn’t care about how I felt about it, didn’t even pretend to care, didn’t even realize that he was supposed to care, was a debasing insult and a violation of my dignity. Still, I had just experienced how it was a potent hornifier as well. He had fucked me hard, and he had fucked me thoroughly, and it had felt like being on the wildest rollercoaster of my life. I was still making a mess of his car seat even now, my juice dripping down on it.

I looked at him from the side. “You do realize that it’s painful, right? “

He shrugged, his eyes on the road. “Yeah, that’s what they tell me. Never getting any complaints, though.”

There was another minute of silence. Then I said, “Can I ask a favor, please? “

“Sure, what is it? “

“When we get back to the car, could we not talk about the battery? “

He looked puzzled. “That’s weird? What do you mean? That’s what it is about, we should see if the battery is cha…”

“I know that. Still, never mind. Just tell me when it is working again and that I can drive. “

He looked at me with a strange mix of curiosity and dismissal.

“Sure, miss. Just the big picture. “

My car was still standing by the side of the road as we had left it. I stood aside when he dived under the hood again, did some things a mechanic would do, and started the engine.

“Thanks,“ I said, “...and for the other thing as well. “

He made a courtesy for me, like some stupid fifties movie.

“You’re welcome. And thank you as well. You have a nice asshole to release into. “

Heaven descended upon me there. It only happened so seldom, that the second trigger was set off at all. And now, it was fired from the summits of the sexual intensity I had experienced tonight.

I didn’t need any physical thing. I dashed off like an express train without a driver, barging through all obstacles and obeying the wiring in my brain. I spun back to the edge within a second, only took the shortest of breaks there, then crashed down from it into a devastating orgasm. The thunderbolt and lightning thing for sure.

At the very same time, I was well aware that he was standing just two yards away from me, and that I must be spasming and moaning and twisting uncontrollably under the power of the sheer rushes of cumming bolts playing pinball inside me.

There was a slight tweak at the corners of his mouth, just the hint of a sardonic smile, as if he was watching something actually happening that he had been told about, but refused to believe, and he was observing it almost like a scientific experiment. It was a complete debasement. Here I was, sharing the full depth of my desire and the trembling weakness of my orgasm while he watched me as a specimen in a curiosity cabinet. I felt ashamed beyond anything I had ever experienced before, still it only fueled the flames of ecstacy.

I had always cum in a rather classical style: a wave of sensations, lasting a few seconds, then subsiding quickly into a post-orgasmic glow. I don’t know what did the trick this time. Maybe it was because of a night of rough sex. Maybe it was because he was watching me. And maybe it was because I hadn’t cum for eight months, and I had been charged to the edge so much since, pumping me up, building an enormous backlog of unfulfilled lust.

Whatever it was, the damn thing wouldn’t stop… a demon took hold of me, and more and more waves of delight and rapture followed after the first one. They weren’t even diminishing, they kept hitting me harder and harder, as if the orgasm gained momentum when it was already happening. I dissolved into a puddle of inarticulate, primal urges, it happened right in front of him, and it felt better than I could ever have imagined.

The demon only let go of me reluctantly. My orgasm must have lasted well over a minute. I had somehow managed to remain standing while it was going on, but all my powers left me when it had passed and I needed to crash urgently. The mechanic (how had it happened that I still didn’t even know the guy’s name?) grabbed me when I would have fallen, and carried me to a tree trunk I could sit on. I was huffing and puffing. He got me a bottle of water and I drank eagerly.

He waited until I had recovered a bit, then said, “Kind of enjoy yourself there, miss?”

I realized there was little point trying to cover up what had happened, it was just too obvious. I nodded, being well aware that I blushed as well.

“Yeah… I’m sorry… “

“Oh, don’t be. It’s always a pleasure to watch a pretty girl having a climax, miss.”

I blushed more, but still managed to reply. “Well, OK, thanks. I best be on my way then. “

“Sure, miss. The car is fixed, you’re good to go. Have a good trip. “

There was something wrong, something was terribly wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but he looked at me in a way I didn’t like at all. The hint of a smile on his lips, yet a burning fire in his eyes. There was something I didn’t know, and it was scary and dangerous.

Our thing was done, I was tired and I wanted to go home. I walked to the car, and opened the door, ready to get in. I looked at him one last time.

A broad smile cracked across his lips, full of devious pleasure and confident bravado.

It frightened me, and I was absolutely right there.

Wiping his hands on his overall, cool and relaxed, completely self-assured, he looked at me the way a wolf looks at a deer that has nowhere left to run.

Then he said, almost casually,

“Charge.“