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Fixing It

By: evolvingslowly



Howdy. This is a super short standalone that I had found on my laptop when I was cleaning out some files, it contains BDSM between two consenting male adults. I recognize that this is a far cry from the "Hooking the Hockey Player" series and rest assured more chapters will be coming in the near future. Hope you enjoy, Artie. 

*****

Anxiety boiled in my gut as I watched the headlights of his car flash by. He was going way too fast for the twisting driveway. I, listened barely breathing, for the sound of metal twisting but luckily none came. I heaved a sigh of relief that he was home safe, moments later the door from our garage slammed closed. On any other day he would have more than heard about his recklessness and the slamming of doors. Not today. Alex wasn't being himself, but it had been a bad day, to put it lightly. 

The news had broken in the late morning, the numbers for a product he hadn't even pushed for were in and they were bad. The new interface had been the last project for his esteemed predecessor but the project hadn't been anywhere near completion. The board members had insisted that the project be delivered in the original timeframe and thus had gotten an ill-refined product. The failure had cast doubt upon Alex's ability to lead. I had seen the vitriol on line, I hoped he had been shielded from the worst of it. 

I listened closely, to his soft sigh before he stepped from the darkness of the hallway. His face was a cast of defiance. All day, he was a captain of industry, a businessman, and a dominant personality. But that was a lie. Alex was a gifted engineer that would have been happier in the lab than in the boardroom but he was more than capable of handling this or any other fallout. His biggest lie was his in controlled attitude, at his core Alex was a submissive. My submissive. 

I leaned impassively against the marble column of the house he had bought. I had told him it was an ostentatious show of wealth. He had smiled with the relator looking on. He had glanced at me to assess if I would be angry if he signed the papers, "You deserve this house. You deserve it all." Without waiting for a response, he had signed and the house officially belonged to him. He had tried to put my name on the deed but I had staunchly refused, if he wanted the house it was his to bear. Now he just looked small amongst the opulence. 

He stood with his hands fisted at his sides, shoulders tense as if he expected me, like the board members, reviewers, and customers, to yell at him. This morning when he left his suit had been crisp, the pleats immaculate, now his tie was askew and the material was wrinkled. He looked shrunken, as if the weight of responsibility was pushing him into the ground. I hadn't seen his eyes yet with him glaring at his shoes. His eyes were expressive, saying even when he wouldn't (or couldn't) tell me what he was feeling. 

"Alex," his shoulders tensed even more, like a dog's hackles rising, "look at me." His green eyes met my brown, as ever his beauty entranced me but I was lost in his emotions. I saw anger, fear, confusion, but mostly I saw a tired man. His weariness made me want to give him a hug. 

I pushed away from the wall to give him comfort, but he sank to his knees. If he had been naked he would have been in the perfect presenting position. He kneeled with his legs spread, palms face up on his thighs. His posture was straight but not relaxed. He was really hurting, but I was only slightly dismayed that he chose to go with his nature and try to escape in this way. 

Alex was a wonderful submissive, he was challenging but not bratty. Our fetishes and kinks lined up well. Except, he had a much higher pain threshold than I can bear to inflict. My need to give him exactly what he needed always warred with my abhorrence of hurting him. This had become slightly easier over the years as Alex and I had grown together deepening our roles as both Dom and sub and as husbands. It also has been eased by the play sessions we engage in at a local club, though it was just as much hell watching my beautiful sub, and husband being played with by another man. All to please him. 

"May I speak Sir?" He gritted out. 

I sighed softly, relieved that he wanted to talk at all, "Yes you may." I wanted to tack on his name but didn't if he wanted to be in a submissive state, I would allow him for now. 

"I deserve punishment, Sir." Christ, there were so many things wrong with that sentence, his voice had cracked betraying that he was on the verge of tears. He didn't deserve punishment for anything he had done today other than being too reckless driving but I was more than willing to let it go. I knew that he was trying to ask for an escape but his fear and anger was driving him to forget himself. 

"Is that for you to decide?" I let a bit of my commanding, imperious tone seep into the words and watched his shoulders relax a fraction and watched his cock jump in his pants. He really needed to not be in control, he couldn't handle it on his own. He was just going about the wrong way. 

"I'm sorry, Sir. No, it's not my place. Will you please punish me?" Lord, he sounded so defeated. I would much rather pull my sub into my arms and promise that work, life, everything would be better soon. But he wasn't in the place for that to do him good. His self-flagellation would only stop once I had absolved him of his imagined sins. 

"Stand," He immediately complied, even when he is a ball of nerves he is graceful. He was classically handsome, a few years older than me but still young—too young for so much pressure to be put on him. "Strip." 

Alex was shaking slightly, whether from fear or anticipation I wasn't sure. He quickly and methodically got out of his clothes, very unlike him. He would normally be doing a veritable peep show, taunting me with glimpses of his hewn body. I often laughed with him after that I would sign him up for pole dancing lessons. All the normal intrigue and lightness was gone, he simply obeyed folding the suit neatly. 

He was naked save for his wedding ring, even its luster seemed dampened by the dark cloud that surrounded him. He kept his eyes on the ground despite my order to look up as I approached him. I circled the love of my life, my sub, my husband so still, I could tell he was calmer now than he had been when he had first come in. 

I ran my hand, letting my own ring abrade, over his shoulder blades. He was all lightly tanned skin stretched over corded muscle. In a physical fight, Alex would easily be able to over-power me, that's why his submission was always so powerful. I never had to make him do anything, he would always accept what I was demanding. 

He had grown up rich with the best of everything life had to offer. Years of private tutors and top level training had left his mind sharp and the years of personal trainers made his body strong. The past few months had been nearly impossible for him. He had lost weight, only eating when I forced him to. Stress and sadness had dissolved his appetite, but like a weight lifter in the cutting stage somehow his lack of nutrition had made his muscles stand out in higher relief. Though I vainly enjoyed seeing every perfect line of muscle, I worried about his mind. 

I could see standing behind him, that he was about to speak so I waited, "Please Sir, I need this." He really did. With one last loving caress down his back, I wound my hand around his neck. His breath caught, surprised at the action especially when I squeezed gently, not cutting off air but asserting my dominance over him. His head tilted back, exposing his throat. 

"Go to the play room, kneel by the bench." I spoke from my chest, deepening my voice. I let go of his neck as I felt a shudder of exhilaration go up his spine. 

I watched him walk away from me, leaving behind everything he had taken to work. He would be annoyed when he found out I had moved his clothing into the pile of things to be dry cleaned but would my sweet little submissive do? I grabbed his key fob which went to a Lamborghini; I hated that car. He drove too fast in it, and it was so gaudy just like his—our—house. 

As I placed the fob into the glass dish, I remembered when I had just collared him around 2 years into our relationship. Alex had tried to buy me a Lamborghini as well, he had snuck it into the garage and at first I thought he had bought himself another one. But no, the midnight blue one was meant for me, I remember his pouty face when I staunchly refused. He was always so intent on showering me with wealth. I had no interest in Alex's money; I wanted to live simply but happily. Whenever I would get away with it I only used my own money. Most of our fights were about this, his wanting to lavish his affection on me through material objects: he never seemed to get that his affection was so palpable. Our fights usually ended with Alex screaming a few orgasms despite a gag in his mouth. 

I slid his phone into a charging port and saw that the display was already filling with notifications. I shook my head as his job which had taken my sweet computer geek, albeit a very rich and strong computer geek, and turned him into a man who would lash out due to stress and sadness. 

I turned away from the life that had brought my sweet Alex so much success but so much tension and walked to my playroom. If there was one thing this gaudy mansion had going for it, it was space. I had been able to design the ultimate playroom, though Alex, in his rather overdramatic fashion, called it a dungeon. Whatever got his rocks off was fine with me. 

Stepping into the play room brings me into a state of calm, he wasn't the only person who had needed this. I had gotten the news over Twitter, not even from Alex, he hadn't been able to call me the whole day. Not being able to protect him had been maddening. I had watched anchor after anchor discuss his supposed incompetence. I had seen the press releases disparaging his company. There had been nothing I could do, leaving a voicemail with encouraging word had seemed so impotent. I had needed to protect my sub and I couldn't. 

Now I had him, I possessed him in this room, fully. Sure, my control over Alex extended outside of this room but it was never as tangible as it was in this space. I was still wearing my black jeans but I took off my t-shirt. Unlike Mr. Corporate, I was still in school. A PhD candidate intent on being a professor for the rest of my days so my look was never quite as refined, but perfect for the college sphere. I hoped that the feel of my skin would bind us together even when I was hurting him. 

Seemingly ignoring him, I stalked around the room keeping my eyes on him in the periphery. He was always very easy to read, the way his breath kicks up a notch when I open a certain drawer, the way he unconsciously flexes his fingers revealing his anticipation. 

First things, first. When I had collared him we had acknowledged that wearing my collar outside of the house would be picked up by the press—an unacceptable outcome. The collar, a wide soft leather band with a single d ring in the center, always cemented us in our roles. Closing it around Alex's neck I felt more powerful, stronger, in control of this and all situations. I watched as Alex's tension melted away but his hard cock gave a jerk. Even at the end of his rope submission could get to him. 

"Stand and bend over the bench." He complied sinuously. The bench had been made specifically for him the perfect height for just his toes to touch the ground. I quickly strapped his wrists and ankles into the waiting leather cuffs. 

With his legs spread slightly, ass upturned, I got to momentarily take in the beauty of my sub. His ass was firm and rounded and I could see the hint of his bud through the cheeks. His meaty balls hung below and his cock was firm and leaking from the bondage. If the situation had been different I would have liked to just dive into his ass, feeling him come apart as I licked and sucked on his hole opening him up to me. 

Sure, Alex would have enjoyed that but that was not what he needed today. Today he needed me to be strong, to push my own limits. I turned from him and approached the wall that held all manner of floggers and paddles, tawses and crops. I needed something that was going to hurt like a bitch but not mark him too badly. He needed to feel the pain right now but I didn't want him to have to feel it for days. 

He wouldn't want anything less than a paddle, I knew that if I allowed him to choose it would be the lexcan cane. I couldn't pick that, I had only used it on him once in the "six of the best" style. Alex had been driving home and had gotten a speeding ticket if he had been driving even two miles faster it would have been a felony. Luckily he had escaped jail time due to dumb luck but got a hefty fine for careening so fast around the winding narrow roads on his commute. The ticket had been nothing compared to my ire. I had lost my parents to a driving accident in my late teens; I had zero tolerance for reckless driving. The idea of him in his stupid Lamborghini wrapped around a tree had been enough for me to have to take a few hours before administering punishment. 

No, not a cane. I picked up the heaviest paddle we owned; cut into the wood were small holes making the paddle more aerodynamic but combined with the weight made it sting like a bitch. The most I had ever gone for with the paddle was fifteen strokes. 

Standing beside my sub, I ran my hands lightly over his ass knowing that soon his ass would be a bright cherry red. Though I knew he would be able to take it I asked him gently, "What is your safe word sub?" 

"Goliath, Sir," he answered promptly. 

I was glad he hadn't taken an arch tone with me, "Good boy. Count the strokes." 

He got no warm up spanking, he didn't want one. He didn't want to enjoy this. He hadn't been expecting my conviction. His body jerked forward in surprise but a low groan rumbled from his chest. "One, Sir." His pale ass heated as the blows fell. At seven his ass was an even pink. His masochism was even making him like it. 

At fifteen his ass was red and hot all over. He said, "Fifteen, Sir," with finality but also sadness, thinking that I would be stopping. I wanted to, but he needed more to absolve himself. The next stroke was harder than the previous, I put my entire arm into it. He huffed out a breath on the impact. He was silent for a moment, then "Sixteen, Sir." 
The first sign of trouble came at twenty-one, my arm was tired but I kept up the intensity as the impact came I heard a choked sob come from him. His voice was full of unshed tears as he counted, the stuttered around the numbers. He started crying in earnest at twenty five. My heart sank but I knew he needed it. Five more I committed myself to this. The first two were filled with wracking sobs as he splutteringly tried counting but I sped through the last three putting my back into it not giving him a chance to count. 

Thirty. His ass glowed a deep red. There would be bruising for sure and I would feel like a monster for marking my beautiful trusting sub. But for now, I was enraptured by his beauty. I, a slave to my own desires, wanted nothing more than to drive my cock deep within his painful throbbing cheeks to slake my lust. 

Instead I gently rubbed his ass and back with a cream as he cried. He barely noticed as untied his wrists and ankles. In my mind, I wished I was big enough to pick up my stunningly brave sub and carry him to bed. Instead, I waited until he seemed to be breathing slightly more evenly, though still crying and ordered, "Follow me." 

I led the way to our bedroom and onto our bed. He looked to me for orders but I simply pulled him to my chest. His tears ran down his cheeks and onto my stomach. I held him as he cried, smoothing his hair back from his face. 

Leaning down to him, I kissed his collar and then brought his left hand up to my lips kissing the wedding band. I hoped he felt my love for him. We laid there not speaking as his tears stopped falling and his breath evened out. I was dragging my fingertips along his arm when he spoke, "I'm sorry." 

I internally groaned, "For what, sweetheart?" 

"I failed you and my dad and everyone," he sniffled. 

"Be quiet before I gag you." I tried to say this lightly, but he knew that I meant it. I wouldn't take his self-effacing nature lightly. "Your dad would have been proud. You tried to tell the board it wasn't ready. It wasn't your fault that the interface wasn't ready. The next project will be completely your own but for now all you can do is fix the problem, and you will fix it." 

He huffed, "I shouldn't have even gotten the job. It's nepotism. I don't want this, I never wanted this. They're right: I'm not ready for this." 

"So quit. You have more money than anyone would ever need. Do what you want to do." I knew this was going nowhere. No way in hell he would quit, he would never think about himself first. 

Predictably, Alex was silent for a long time. When he finally spoke he confirmed my suspicions, "This was my dad's dream. I can't turn my back on it." 

I pulled Alex even closer to my chest, my arm was starting to fall asleep underneath his head but they could cut it off before I would give in to disturbing my husband. His eyes were dry now, he hadn't cried since hearing his father had died. Alex had tried to be strong, refusing to cry, refusing to feel anything. The tumult of the last few months had been draining, watching Alex suffer had been torture. His tears had been a needed change even though I hated to see them. 

"You are an incredibly intelligent man who cares about the company. No one is better equipped to run the company, yes you were first in line to run it. Your dad was the founder but your engineering has made it millions. You will help fix the problems, this will all soon be in the past." I waited a moment to see if he would respond, when I got nothing I told him the simplest truth I knew, "I love you Alex and I am so proud of you."

He pushed up onto his elbows to brush his lips against mine. His lips were soft from his tears and our kiss was full of comfort and compassion if not unbridled lust. He brought his hand to stroke my cheek, before murmuring against my lips, "I love you too David." I gently pulled him back to my chest as I began dozing. 

There are few things I like more than sleeping. The complete peace of rest was something that I craved, especially when I had my darling sub wrapped around me. However, waking up to his lips wrapped around my dick was infinitely more enjoyable. 

The real question was how Alex had managed to get my jeans unzipped without me waking up. "What are you up to?" I asked chuckling as he hummed low in his throat the vibration stimulating my dick. 

Alex slowly licked the underside of the head, eliciting a quiet groan from me, "I thought it was obvious, Sir." 

Though a predatory grin spread across my face at his use of "Sir", inwardly I was overjoyed that my playful sub was back. In a scene I would never have allowed my sub to be as pushy and forward as he was being but my naughty husband was out in force. 

Grabbing a hold of the d-ring on the collar at the base of his throat, I pulled him up to me. Kissing him brutally, I dominated his lips. Sucking and biting on his bottom lip while I tasted his mouth. "You're going to want to get my dick nice and wet, boy." I watched him shiver in anticipation as he fell to his task. 

Teasingly he ran his tongue around the head finding the sensitive underside once again. Without warning he sucked my dick down his throat to the hilt. Warmth surrounded my dick as his tongue and throat muscles massaged my length. I fisted my hands in his hair to resist the urge to thrust into his mouth. 


Fixing It



His mouth was velvet as he set a smooth pace, each stroke getting me closer to cumming. Lifting him off my dick, I heard him blow out a sigh as I denied him my cum. I flipped him underneath me. Laying on his back, I pushed his legs up exposing him from dick to ass. The redness was still there on his cheeks and I ran a hand over them feeling Alex wiggle. With a stinging slap to his sore ass I told him to "Keep still." 

Pressing lightly on his thighs to open him up, I feasted on his ass preparing him for me. My hands went to his sack gently tugging and molding his balls and I opened him up. I snaked a hand up to his nipple pinching it as he yipped. Tugging and twisting on his nipples I leaned over my blushing sub as I ran the tip of my cock around his hole letting my pre-cum lubricate. 

Holding his wrists against the mattress, I pressed into him feeling the muscles give way to my invasion. I went slowly but gave him no time to adjust continuing in until I was seated fully inside him. He gasped as I bottomed out and thrust up hitting his prostate. "Yes, Sir. Fuck" Alex babbled as I dragged out slowly over his prostate letting him feel every inch. 

Quickly shifting I turned him onto his hands and knees and shoved in again this time the force of my thrusting pushed his face into the pillows. My hips slapped against his burning ass and he let out a low groan with each forceful push. His cock jumped with every move. He was getting close. Grabbing his neck I pulled him back to me supporting him. His back arched as my hand covered his cock. In time to my thrusts I stroked him, twisting my palm. 

"Fuck David. I'm gonna cum," he yelled out in warning. I thrust in faster making sure every move stimulated him as I sped my hand. He came in a glorious shout, his cum splattering. I was close, I felt my balls tighten as his muscles twitched in the aftershocks, milking me. With a hoarse groan I emptied myself into him. 

For a moment, I couldn't move too satiated by my orgasm. I slowly pulled out not missing the wince on Alex's face. I laid him on his stomach away from his seed and went to the bathroom to wet a washcloth. As I slowly wiped him off and then myself, I watched his easy smile return. 

Tossing the cloth, I stretch out on the bed and pulled Alex to my body. His lips danced across my collar bones as he threw his leg across my waist. He pulled back and looked me in the eye, "I don't want to go to work tomorrow." 

"You have to go to work Alex." 

"It's going to be awful." He said sadly. No, I groaned internally. I didn't want him to get back into the sorry state he had come home in. 

"It can't be worse than today and I'll be here no matter what." 

He nodded against my chest, "Promise?" 

I smiled gently, "I promise Alex." 

He sat up quickly, "Good because that was hot. My ass stings David. That hurt like a bitch." 

My predatory smile came back in full force, "Good." I got up and walked into the bathroom calling back to him, "Don't think I didn't see how you were driving." I chuckled as I watched his cheeks redden in embarrassment. "Don't let me catch you doing that again." 

"Yes Sir."



Fixing Jamie To The Bed



I would like to thank GeekGirlie for doing a great job of editing. It is amazing how great editing can improve a story and make it more readable. She did a great job. Enjoy.

Jamie and I had known each other for years and had recently moved in together with disastrous results. We were always at odds and fighting. We finally had to separate and she ended up moving into her own apartment. 

After she moved, we rediscovered why we had moved in together in the first place. It was the sex. In fact, the sex had always been great. She was a good-looking woman at 5'10" and about 120 pounds. She had small firm breasts but great curves from her shoulders to her waist, a magnificent ass, and great legs. 

She also loved to dress up in costumes consisting of stockings and high heels with either tight shorts or mini-skirts. She may or may not be wearing underwear and you have to pay attention when she bends over for something if you want to find out.

Oh, and she loves to be tied up and fucked as hard as possible from behind.

And on it went. Every few months we would drift back together, have great sex, and drift apart again. That's how I got into my current situation. I had gone out to her apartment late one night and we fucked so hard one of the bed rails bent. 

We propped the bed up with books. She told me she had an old pair of bed rails in the basement where we lived. I told her I would bring them by and she made me promise to help her replace the bed rails when I brought them over, saying she didn't think she was capable of doing it herself. She smiled and said with all that bending over, getting on her hands and knees, and jerking the rods in and out of holes that she was sure she would need my help.

Well, later that night, we got into an argument and didn't speak for a while. I started to fantasize about the possibilities of helping her put her bed together. I knew we would probably be going our own ways soon and returning the bed rails might be the last time we would get together. 

One night, while masturbating, I came up with an idea! I wondered if I could pull it off. After I got the thought in my head, I couldn't get the idea back out. 





Fixing Jamie To The Bed



I started pushing the tip of my thumb in her ass, pushing in time to my finger fucking her pussy. My other hand was still caressing her ass. She was really into it and seemed to be enjoying my thumb in her ass.

"Oh YES! Do it!" Fuck, yes. Oh right there! Ohhhhh, yeah! Right there, baby. Ohhhh, I'm so close! Do me, baby."

With that, I took the hand that was rubbing her ass and slapped her again. She recoiled and my other hand came out of her ass and pussy.

I got up and zoomed in for a close-up with the camera. I moved back to the bed and rubbed her pussy. The camera framed her ass and the empty space on the bed next to her. 

I started lightly running my fingers up and down her ass. I raised my hand up, slapped her ass twice, and stopped. She flinched and wiggled while she was waiting for the next one. It really turned me on, so I waited and she flinched and wiggled again. I repeated the process a few times. I was rewarded with the twitching each time I paused between slaps. The last time, instead of slapping her, I ran my finger along her pussy and shoved it deep into her and pulled it out.

"Time to take off the mattresses," I said, moving over and sitting on the bed next to her.

"This is not fair, you know," she said as I sat down, "I'm so fucking horny, I can't stand it."

"Good. All the better when I finally fuck you," I said, "The next thing we need to do is lift the mattresses off the frame and shove them up against the far wall. We'll get them standing straight up against the wall and then we'll drive them into place."

"Oh, I don't know if I can do that all myself. Do you think you could show me how to get it up?" She had slipped into her little schoolgirl voice. 

"We'll see. Let's see if you're a good little girl. I want you to grab that rod and jerk up on it. Pull as hard as you can until you get it all the way up. If it doesn't come off reach back down and jerk on it again. It will help if you rotate your hands so they are against the mattress. Once you get it up, I'll get behind you and drive you and the mattress hard against the wall."

"Oh, goody! I can't wait to get it up. What do you want me to do?"

"Here let me demonstrate." I took one of her hands and placed it on my cock. 

"Imagine this is the mattress for now. Practice on it by jerking it up and down like this."

I curled her fingers around the shaft and started moving her hand along my cock. She quickly took over. I took her other hand and placed it under my balls. 

"When you rotate your hands, you need to turn them like this.' I cupped my hands around hers and started massaging her fingers into my balls.

She was quickly using both hands to stroke me and I lay back on the bed. It felt so fucking good. I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop. I needed to cum to keep going. I didn't want cum from a simple hand job but I didn't want you fuck her yet. I got an idea. 

"That's great. You do that fucking perfect. Now lets try one more exercise."

I sat up from the bed and stood her up. I sat back down on the bed and grabbed her hands. I stuck them palm up between the mattress and the box spring between my legs.

"When you're lifting the mattress you can't let go or drop it. You have to hang on to it no matter what happens. Do you think you can hold on without letting go?"

"Yeah…I'll try."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I can do it."

"Good. Are you holding on tight?"

"Yes"

"Okay, don't let go," I said. I grabbed a pigtail and started forcing her face down towards my waiting cock.

"Don't let go, now," I said as my cock touched her lips. I continued to force her head down and drove her mouth all they way down my cock. I knew she could take it all from other sessions where I had tied her up and forced her to suck me off. I grabbed a pigtail in each hand and started sliding her head up and down my cock.

"Oh, yeah! That's right. Hold on tight. Suck that cock in your mouth. Fuck that cock. It goes so deep. You know I'm going to fuck your pussy until it's raw… I am going to fuck you until you beg me to stop!"

"Ummp… Ummp… Ummp…" came the sound from her throat every time I pulled her by the hair deep onto my cock. I was slamming her hard on my cock. I was moving her head faster and faster on my cock. 

She relaxed completely in my hands so I could drive her onto my cock anyway I wanted.

"Oh yes! FUCK YES! SUCK IT! OH! OH! OH! I'm going to cum! Its so fucking good!" I cried, "Put your hands on my balls." 

She grabbed my balls in one hand and started jerking the base of my cock with the other. Jamie jerked me off in her mouth.

"God, you suck cock sooooooo fucking gooooooood!" I screamed as I forced her head all the way down on my cock and held it there. I could feel it build.

"Ummmmmmmmmm!" she cried as I held her all the way down on my cock.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah. I'm cumming. Ohhhhh, I'm cumming so good." I cried as I unloaded in her mouth. 

I came in huge spasms filling her mouth with cum. She sucked up every drop as I continued to cum hard. When I finished cumming, she licked at my cock and balls until I stopped her because I was so sensitive.



Fixing More Than Just Her Car



Nina Dobrev got into her car around noon on a typical Wednesday afternoon. She wanted to stop by the supermarket to get her shopping done before heading to an interview for 'The Tonight Show'. She had about three hours before she had to be in Burbank, CA for the appearance. Nothing had led her to believe that she couldn't get her shopping done in time. She climbed into her Mercedes and headed to store, which was about six miles from her Hollywood home.

As she was about half way to the store, the engine in her car made a loud noise.

"No, no not now!" Nina said as smoke started escaping from under the hood. "Please keep going." She whispered as the engine shut off and the car started to coast. "Fucker!"

She punched the steering wheel before looking for a place to pull over. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a garage a few hundred feet from where she was. She smiled at the luck she had once she remembered that it was a mechanic shop. Just as the car was about to come to a halt, she took a left turn into the garage.

Once coming to a stop, Nina emerged from the car and approached the tall mechanic who was working on a small Ford Taurus at the other end of the garage.

"Excuse me sir." She softly said, getting the man's attention. Once he saw her, he smiled at her.

"What can I do for ya, miss?" He said while adjusting his hat.

"I was driving to the store and my car broke down. It's right over here, so you think you could figure out what's wrong with it?"

Nina followed him over to the car. He raised the hood and was hit with large puff of smoke. He took a quick look.

"It doesn't look like anything serious. Give it an hour and I can get this done for ya."

Nina let out a sigh of relief. "Awesome, I can still make my appointment. Thank you so much." She grabbed his hand and shook it.

"No problem. You can have a seat in my office if you want to wait."

"Okay." She slowly walked towards the room. The mechanic could not help but keep his eyes locked on her ass, which was covered by a tight pair of black jeans.

Nina sat down and played with her phone while her car was being repaired. She would occasionally look over to see how things were going, but she trusted the mechanic enough not to worry. She would also occasionally look over at the man. Even though she was in a relationship, she knew that he was good looking and, in her mind, there was no harm in just looking.

After a half an hour, Nina decided that making it to the supermarket was not going to happen before the television appearance. Instead, she would now just go afterwards. She didn't like having to do it, since she hadn't slept much the night before, but had no choice.

Exactly one hour after he started working on the car, the mechanic entered the office.

"Car is all fixed." He said, tossing a rag onto the desk.

"Oh my god, thank you so much!" She got up and gave him a hug. "So, how much will it cost?"

"$100."

Nina reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. As she rummaged through it, she quickly realized that she had left her wallet at home.

"Damn, I left my wallet home. Is there any way I can just pay later?"

He looked at her as the smile faded away from his face.

"I'm sorry miss, I can't do that. You have to pay or I don't give you the keys back."

Nina had no idea what to do. She had every intention of returning with the money and wasn't sure why he wouldn't let her.

"Please sir, I will come right back. I only live a few minutes away. I'll even take you with me." Nina was close to begging.

"Sorry, I can't leave. What if someone else comes in with a car problem? Business is really important."

Nina looked at her phone and thought to call her boyfriend and have him bring the money over, but quickly remembered that he was in Georgia, filming a movie. 

"Please Mr..." She looked at his name tag. "Tom, there has to be something I can do. I have to be in Burbank for TV appearance in less than two hours." He raised an eyebrow.

"Television? Are you an actress or something?" He asked her. "You look familiar, what's your name?"

"Nina. Nina Dobrev." She responded. "I'm on the show 'Vampire Diaries.'"

Tom smiled once again. "Oh yeah, of course. I knew you looked familiar, I've seen that show a few times."

"Cool, thanks for watching." She smiled again. "So...is there any way I could pay for the repairs later?"

Tom slowly approached her and placed a hand on her hip. "I think we could work something out." He leaned in for a kiss but she turned her head.

"Whoa Tom, I have a boyfriend. I can't do that!" She pulled his hand off of her.

Tom looked around the garage. "I don't see him here." He reached for her again but was cut off.

"That doesn't mean he doesn't exist!"

He looked her directly in the eyes. "If you want to get to that TV appearance, you're going to have to do this."

Nina lightly slapped him on the chest. "Screw that, I'll just have someone pick me up."

"With what?" He asked.

"With my phone, moron!" She looked on the desk and could not find her phone.

"You mean this one?" He held the phone up above his head.

"Give that back." She jumped up to reach it but was too short.

With her attention on the phone, she left herself open and he took the opportunity to plant a deep kiss on her lips. Nina was initially in shock and tried to pull away but he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeper. She fought for a few seconds until her hormones took over and she started to kiss back.

"Wow, he is a good kisser." She thought as their tongues started down each other's throats.

After a few seconds, they both pulled away and stared into each other's eyes.

"This is wrong." She said.

"Wrong is fun." He responded, causing her to laugh.

Nina wasn't sure what to do. She was always a loyal girlfriend but she found herself in a bad situation. She wouldn't be able to leave if she didn't cheat and she was starting to like Tom after that kiss but she didn't want to by unfaithful. It was a hard decision but she didn't have enough time to think it through.

"If I do this, what's in it for me?" She asked.

"If you do this, you can get to Burbank on time...and I'll make the repairs free." He responded while stroking her hair.

Nina looked over at the open garage door. "If you close the garage, you have a deal."

Tom immediately ran to the door and locked it up. He returned quickly to Nina and gave her another kiss, which she instantly responded to him with a kiss back. He picked her up and carried her out of the office and towards her car. He gently placed her down on the hood of her Mercedes and passionately made out with her. His hands thoroughly inspected her thin body. It didn't take long for one hand to make its way up her loose blue tank top. He quickly confirmed what he had thought...she was not wearing anything under her shirt.

Nina moaned as his hand caressed her small breasts. She grabbed onto his head and pulled him in for a closer kiss after he gave her nipple a light tweak. While he was playing with her breasts with one hand, the other was trying to work her jeans off. He was finally able to work her zipper loose and tried to pull them down, but they were too tight to remove with only one hand. He slid himself off of her and down to his knees while pulling her jeans down with him. Once they were off, he turned his attention to her pink panties.

Tom pressed his finger against the small wet spot that was beginning to form. Nina jumped at first but quickly adjusted to his touch. He rubbed her pussy for several seconds before swiftly removing the cotton panties from her body. While her panties were being removed, Nina reached down and pulled her tank top off, tossing it in the roof of the car. 

Tom looked back at her and saw her beautiful naked body in front of him. He loved seeing her pussy barely covered by a small patch of hair and her perfect b-cup breasts topped by two hard nubs pointing straight forward. It took no time before his mouth met her crotch. Nina lay flat back on the hood as the man's tongue gently abused her cunt. His tongue quickly worked in and out, touching almost every spot inside of her. She squirmed around every time his nose pressed against her swelling clit (which was basically the whole time). She ran one hand through her own hair while gently biting down on the index finger of her other. She lay there staring up at the ceiling fan slowly spinning above her as jolts of intense pleasure shot through her.

Nina could literally feel the juices drip from her pussy down on the car, forming a puddle that started to run down until it was dripping to the ground. While he was still attacking her pussy, Tom started to remove his own clothing. He pulled away just long enough to pull his t-shirt off, exposing his ripped frame to the young woman. Nina looked up for a second to see him and once she did, she only got more excited. He quickly continued abusing her cunt as he worked off his pants.

The combination of his tongue inside her and his perfect frame in front of her proved to be too much for Nina to handle as she exploded in orgasm, filling his mouth more with her sweet, warm juices. She let out a loud squeal with each twitch of pleasure. She spread her arms out wide above her head and closed her eyes while her body tried to recover. Tom did not let up on his tonguing for several seconds before he stopped.

Nina, with her eyes still closed, took a deep sigh as he removed his mouth from her moist hole. When she recovered, she opened her eyes and looked at him. Tom was now free from all of his clothing and stood in front of her while stroking his seven inch cock. She smiled and licked her lips before sliding down off the hood of her car, on to her knees just inches away from him. She started shuffling towards him as he started to back up. They looked at each other and smiled. Nina got on her hands and knees and crawled towards him as he again backed up. She crawled around in several circles, smiling and reaching for his member for about a minute before he pressed his bare ass against the driver's side door and stopped.

Nina crawled up to him and grabbed at his feet. She slowly slid both hands up his legs, past his knees, and over his thighs until they reached the prize. Her left hand softly tugged at his balls while her right slid across his throbbing cock. She grasped onto it and stroked it slowly, gradually increasing the pace until she was furiously jerking him off, with a huge smile on her face. She got all the way on her knees and started slapping his cock onto her bare chest with both hands. Once she stopped, she stared it in the hole and slowly drew her face closer.

Tom reached down and rubbed her cheek before she opened her mouth and quickly engulfed his member. She took no time before filling her mouth full of his man meat, roughly sucking every inch she could. She looked up at him with her big brown eyes while sliding him against her tongue. She moved her hands around to his ass and grasped on for dear life before forcing all of him down her throat, holding it for several seconds while moaning. Tom let out a loud groan and closed his eyes.

"Good girl." He yelled.

Nina pulled him out of her mouth and laughed. She went back to sucking him for another minute or two before she stopped.

"Enough of this...I need you inside me now!" She yelled before standing up and moving him aside. Nina opened the driver's door to the car and bent over, placing her hands down on the seat. "Fuck me now, Tom." She said, slowly moving her ass around.

Tom did not need to be told twice. He quickly got behind her and rubbed his slobber-covered cock against her damp pussy. He knelt down and kissed her on the ass before pressing it inside her slowly. Nina moaned softly as she felt herself being filled up. He pressed one hand on her lower back and the other on the roof of the car and slowly fucked the young brunette. 

It didn't take long for Nina to match Tom's thrusts and they were quickly in sync with each other. It was not the way she had expected to spend her day, but Nina was in heaven as his thick cock slid in and out of her tight pussy. She also loved the feeling of his big balls slapping hard against her bulging clitoris, sending her brain into a stupor. All she could do was stare forward with her mouth wide open, only having small moans escape her.

Tom reached under her and gave each nipple a hard tug, causing her to jump back to reality. He continued tugging on her repeatedly while she screamed in joy. He suddenly stopped and pulled her out of the car. He climbed into the driver's seat and sat down while Nina crawled on top of him, pressing her chest in his face. She quickly got onto his cock and slammed herself down while beginning to passionately kiss him. Their tongues wrestled around in each other's mouths as she rode him like a horse.

Nina continued moaning in his mouth as she felt another orgasm on the brink. They eventually broke the kiss and he immediately pressed his lips to her stiff nipples.

"Oh my god! Yes!" She cried as arched her back.

Nina's ass leaned against the steering wheel, blasting the horn, as she screamed in orgasm for the second time. The horn continued blaring until she came down from the high of her climax and flopped forward. She rested her head on Tom's shoulders as he took control of the fucking. She buried her nose into his neck and softly purred.

Tom was humping like a man possessed, waiting for his seed to explode from within himself. It wasn't too much longer before he felt that his time was coming. He thrusted a few more times into her before telling her that he was ready and asking where she wanted it.

"Cum on my chest Tom." She whispered before climbing off of him and exiting the car. 

She was on her knees waiting as the mechanic got out and started jerking off furiously. He aimed his cock down at her beautiful chest and let out a long groan. Nina stared at his member as the first shot of cum hit her square between her breasts. The next shot went out of control and hit her chin, which was not met by ay complaint from his horny target. The remainder of his shots landed in the right spot, covering both breasts with his pearly white seed. She quickly grabbed onto him and wiped any remaining cum from his cock until her hand was covered. She wiped her hands all across her own torso, spreading from her breasts down to her pubic hair.

Nina stood up and met her mechanic with another long kiss, sure to avoid pressing her cum-coated chin against his skin.

"That was amazing Tom." She said following the kiss, still smiling.

"You sure know how to properly fuck." He said, causing her to giggle before starting to gather her clothes.

Nina forced her jeans and panties into her purse, drawing a questionable look from Tom.

"Aren't you going to wear those?"

She looked back and him and giggled again. "I need to shower when I get home. Why put these on when I'll just take them off in a few minutes. I'll have to wear a shirt because people will see me driving topless, but they can't see my bottom half." She bent over to grab her tank top, giving him another look at her abused cunt.

"Do you want a towel from the cum?" 

Again, she just giggled. "Nope." She tossed her loose shirt on over her stained chest. She walked back to him, kissed him again and held her hand out. "Keys?" Tom handed over the keys from floor and kissed her cheek. She responded by slapping his ass lightly and stepping into the car. She reached into her glove compartment and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen. She wrote something down before handing it to him. "That's my number and address, call me tonight around 8 or 9...I just got a new bed the other day and I've been waiting to break it in." She smiled and shut the door.

Tom knocked on the window, causing her to roll it down.

"What about your boyfriend?" He asked.

"He's on the other side of the country...he won't interrupt us."

Tom walked over to the garage door and opened it up, allowing her to leave. She blew him a kiss before heading home. 



Fixing Sherl's Boiler



When Sherl asked me to fix her boiler I never realised just what that would lead too.

She was over forty for God's sake, well above my pulling capability when there were so many gorgeous teenagers plying for my attention.

Hey! That sounds big headed I know but the truth is that Sherl was about to change all my aspirations and I was about to have the most exiting and thrilling episode in my life.

I could never have imagined that was possible with an older woman, well let's say we are talking 15 years older. I think she had 'toy boy' syndrome in mind.

It was in the midst of winter and Sherl complained that she was doing everything just to keep warm in bed but still getting warm was hard; " I've tried everything but you, Steve" she said with that enticing smile of hers and I wondered how she meant.

"well" she whispered with a cheeky grin; " I am sure you would have warmed me up" and then the penny dropped.

I didn't pursue that remark but instead told her that she would be alright now, because Id fixed her boiler!

"How much?" she said and I relpied that to her it would cost just £40 for the labour.

"That's fair - and how much do you charge for your more personal labour" she asked provocatively. I saw she was allowing her her skirt to slide up her thigh where she was sitting crossing her legs in a way I was well able to get a peek of black frilly panties underneath,

For a moment I intended to ignore that very charged and provocative remark knowing my reservations, but then I guess it was just the way she looked at me with those deep brown and very expressive eyes, and all at once I was thinking this woman is not to be sneezed at, she is really something for a woman her age and knows how to keep herself slim and very alluring, yes I could go for that so why not let is flow and respond to her overtures.

"For you Sherl I would gladly do it for nothing"

I saw her face flush bright red and a great big smile spread across her face. "Then lets go to bed shall we?"

"But I am a bit sweaty and soiled after fixing your boiler, should I shower first." I said knowing that for myself I always enjoy close proximity with a woman being squeaky clean.

"I don't mind you how you are but if that's what you wish be my guest" she said and showed me where a bath towel and shampoo was.

I stripped and got into the shower, already I was perked up with a half erection with the thought of what was soon to be. Then quite without embarrassment Sherl appeared, me in my starkers, she standing there looking!

She had nothing on but her black bra and panties and looked delicious. This woman knew what she was about alright and without a word she was handling me like it was the most natural thing to do to a boiler man in the shower. But who was I to object, Sherl knew the ropes and her touch was simply fantastic. My fervent extremety beating like wildfire as she squeezed and busied herself with the consequences.

"You feel so good, Steve. Janice my friend said I should get myself a really good toy boy to give me a new stance in life," she whispered going down on her knees and kneading my cock between her palms, it felt good and I was getting more hard and stiff.

I had to ask her was she ever married or anything?

"Was divorced two years back and have never touched a guy until you," she replied, " I can't tell you how much I miss that, you do feel so good baby, like me to suck you?, I crave for that it has been so long since I sucked cock." He explititness was breathtaking and now she could do anything she wanted with me.

It was the way she was talking made me really dead horny and then I was wanting her fuck and no doubt about it, fifteen years older than me or what, what does age mean anyway when it comes to being attracted to someone you really would like to fuck the ass off!? 

I just stood there, she would have seen that my stance said it all, I opened my legs enough for her to slide between and pushed my tackle out for her enjoyment - then that first touch of those gorgeously teasing feminine lips, her hands squeezing and guiding my length upwards so that she could get a good deep mouthful of hard throbbing cock. She started to deep suck me without reservation and I was soon in my element, there is nothing quite like being really enjoyed that way by a really sexy and willing candidate and watching her suck was a site to behold. Occasionally she paused to take a breath but still tight squeezing my length at the girth, plying it upwards which she seemed to like then moving her mouth below and then licking my balls.

"If only you knew just how good this tastes and feels " she muttered, half licking - half sucking and I realised by the way she was increasing her hand movements she wanted me to cum into her mouth. I closed my eyes and felt it build, so wonderful and so good, the feel of her tongue working my p-hole, her mouth wrapped around the girth of my cock as she took it deep throat and I was in my element.

I felt the spurt and heard her moan and cry then she yelled "fuck me, fuck me for God's sake" and I was right there, feeling the deep warmth of her deep hungry and very wet pussy sucking me into her, helping me thrust deep inside . Fucking and fucking her until we were both there.

And there we were on the bed, me not realising it, and she still wanting more and more, I must have fucked her on and off all the afternoon, she was some hungry woman,

And at the end of all that, well "a nice thick meat broth to give me strength for the next time," she said and then I knew I was onto good thing and had joined the toy -boy scene. 



Fixing Sister Computer



The workweek was over, and I was heading home to relax before going out with some friends when my sister text me asking if I could look at her computer. She said something about not being able to get online, and screens popping up like crazy. Since I am the IT guy in the family, I get the burden of fixing everyone's computer issues. 

I go home, get ready, and then head over to her place to see if I can fix the problem. 

She shows me the issues she is having, and right off I can tell she is somewhat embarrassed about what may have caused the problem. I acted like it was some type of common virus, because I didn't want her feeling weird. I told her that I would run a few checks and let her know if it can be fixed and how long. She left the room so I could do my thing. 

When I went into her history, she had been watching quite a bit of incest porn. Now this doesn't mean she is into this literally, but it was a little intriguing to say the least. 

After working for about 30 minutes, I knew this was going to be a long process. I yelled out to her telling her 'she owes me big time for fixing her computer on a Friday night'. She never responded so I thought she may have been in the bathroom, shower, or watching TV and couldn't hear me. I continued on. 

As the computer was running checks, I was being nosy looking around her computer room to see what other things she may be into. I found some KY, a dildo, and some worn panties in a laundry basket in the closet. She must have thrown them in here to hide them since I was coming over. 

I was thirsty so I went to the kitchen to get a drink. The TV was on in the living room, but no one was watching. I walked by her room, and noticed her door was partially open. I didn't want to look in, so I stood outside and tried to listen for the shower running, or if she was going through her closet. I didn't want to walk in if she was getting dressed or just getting out of the shower. 

As I was standing there, I heard a slight moan. At first, my mind went straight to the gutter...was my sis watching porn? I stood there for a few moments, and my heart began pounding which made it difficult to hear if she was still moaning. I wasn't sure why I got so nervous, and excited just from hearing a simple moan coming from her room. I walked down the hall to calm down, and went back to check the computer.

The computer indicated that it would take another 60 minutes to complete its scan of the hard drive. It was near 8pm now, and I knew I couldn't leave until the system was up and running. 

I wanted to let her know that it would take another hour, and to make sure she wasn't pressed for time, so I went back by her room to tell her. I walked up to the door, and I heard a steady moaning, and the bed was making a rustling sound. I stopped dead in my tracks. My stomach dropped, and my cock actually started getting hard. I had to know what was going on so I peaked into her room, and noticed she was on her stomach wearing a small t-shirt, and a pair of light blue silky panties. 

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Not only was I fixing her computer full of malware from porn sites, she was masturbating while I am at her house, and just a room over. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of her ass, and my ears where at their sharpest ever as I listened to her moans and tried keeping my breathing a quiet as possible. 

I stood there for about 5 minutes, which felt like an hour. I didn't know what to do, as I have never seen my sis like this before. Sure as we grew up, she would walk around in her panties, and t-shirts, knowing that she was teasing me, but this was completely different. I used to try spying on her when she was showering, changing clothes, sun bathing, or when she had slumber parties. About 1 out of 20 attempts, did I ever get to catch a glimpse of her hairy pussy, or tiny tits. It was never enough to get really overly worked up about so I used to just sneak her panties out of her room, and jack off in them from time to time. All of my past memories were racing through my head and I looked down to see that my cock was trying to break out of my jeans. 

Not sure why I did this, but I went back to the computer room and grabbed the KY and dildo she has hidden in the basket. I went back to her doorway, and made sure she was still messing with herself. I went into the room and walked right up next to the bed. She didn't seem like she knew I was standing there, as she was getting into it a little heavier now. I could feel my precum soaking into my boxers, and I thought I was going to cum as I watch her rub herself against her bed. 

I sat the KY and dildo down at the foot of the bed, being careful to make sure she didn't know I was in the room. As I stared at her ass, I noticed this long, thick, cylinder shaped thing on the bed, which she was rubbing her clit on. Her panties were soaked, as you could see the color differences from wet to dry. 

I was watching her get herself off, listening to her moan, and seeing her ass up in the air, and all I could do was think about a way I could help her out. It was like I was horny, but also knowing that it was my sister in front of me so I had to keep my cool. 

I went up to middle part of her bed, and stared at her panty covered pussy area. Then I just reached over with two fingers and started rubbing the area with mild pressure. She let out a deeper, more exciting moan, and I could feel her press against my fingers harder. She was soaked. 

At no time did she stop, or look over at me, she just keep rubbing herself against her toy thing, and pressing against my fingers. 

I then pressed my palm down on the crack of her ass, while using two fingers against her pussy, trying to help her rub against her toy even harder. My mind was racing, my cock was aching, and I couldn't believe that I was lending a hand in helping my sis masturbate. 

I have gone this far, and all I could do was think about going the next step; finger her! I slid her panties to the side, and paused for a second as I admired her wet slit. I could see a small amount of dark pubic hair around her pussy lips, which made me think about when I saw her the first time when she was 16, and I was 13. 

I slide two fingers into her wet pussy and spread them open to widen her hole so I could see in. She began grinding harder than ever, and the juices were pouring out. Her panties were sponging up her wetness. 

My mind was just thinking how could you make this the best masturbation session for your sis... I reached for the KY and dildo with my free hand. I popped the cap open, poured some on the dildo, and massaged it over the toy. I removed my fingers from her wet pussy, and placed the oversized dildo head at the opening of her pussy. The dildo was much bigger than my cock, and probably bigger than most cocks. How will this thing fit I was thinking? 

I slowly pressed the dildo into her pussy, allowing her to accept it slowly, and comfortably. I went all the way in, until I could barely hold the toy with my thumb and index finger. 

As I started to pull it out, she gasped, and her pussy queefed. The sound sent a chill down my spine, and gave me goose bumps. I slowly moved the dildo in and out, while she pressed her clit against the other toy. I was picking up speed, as she was moving faster. All of a sudden I am ramming this thing as fast as possible, and she is cumming all over the place. Her pussy is soaked, she was ejaculating, and she is screaming out loud to keep going. 

When she finished, I slowly removed the dildo, and she was quivering as if she just got off a stair master. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and told her that was super sexy, and that I was glad to assist. She smiled and said, "that was the plan and glad you enjoyed it. That was the best orgasm ever!" 

We small talked for a few minutes, and then she said that she wants to help you relieve me now......To Be Continued.