The Breadown

Cigarette hanging from between his lips, he stood watching her she loaded her bags into her car. inhaling as she looked up noticing him, he filled his lungs and blew the smoke out of his nostrils. She stopped and stared as he winked at her, visibly looking her up and down, checking her out.

She looked in her twenties, the way she was dressed was hard to gauge an exact age. He didn't care he liked what he saw. Her hair tied back in a high ponytail leaving her long neck exposed. She wore a cream coloured blouse beneath the expensive looking navy blue business jacket. Matching skirt that fell just above her knees gave way to legs to die for. Covered by tights or stockings he couldn't tell, (stockings he hoped). He could see how toned her calves were as his gaze dropped to her high heeled shoes. His gaze rose again, admiring the curves and swells of her body.

A smile crossed his lips as he took the half smoked cigarette from his lips and flicked it near the front tyre of her car. She opened her mouth to speak, but he beat her to it. "Hey, babe. What's up?"

He took two full confident steps towards her, He could see the doubt, possibly a little fear in her eyes as he moved, he liked that. He liked owning the situation, liked being the one in control. Reaching his hand down and grabbing his dick through his trousers he spoke again. "Hey, wanna come get yourself some good lovin?"

"Dave-

"Fuck," he muttered turning and releasing himself to see his best mate coming back. He had Dave's girlfriend, well, latest bit of shag with him. Cursing the timing, knowing the hot bitch was about to get away from him, Dave looked back.

Starting her car, the woman reversed out of the space and drove past the three of them, her window was up but Dave could still hear our shout "Dickhead," as she drove past.

Dave being the person he was shouted back, both hands showing the middle finger. "Your fucking loss bitch. Tight arse cunt, who'd fucking want you anyway. Go on, fuck off." She was long out of ear shot as he shouted. Finally turning to his mate. "What's up, Mike?"

"Nuthin, man. Bitch give you tude?"

"Yeah, you know it. Give em a pair of tits and they think they're god's gift. Slag."

"Fuck em, Dave."

"Yep, as I always say, mike. Some do, some don't, fuck it who's next?"

"We ain't all bad, D."

"Yeah, youse aright, come here." Grabbing the girl by her wrist, Dave yanked hard, ignoring the pained noise she made, as he pulled her close. Hands on her breasts, roughly he fondled as he kissed her. Putting his hands under her arse he easily lifted her off her feet and pushed her against the side of his car. Hips gyrating as they kissed. Passers-by looked on in disapproval as the two carried on. They didn't care, fuck everyone else.

The woman drove, slightly unnerved by the youth with attitude.

Just who the hell did he think he was anyway,

she thought,

A grease cast extra? Stood watching in his torn jeans and tucked in white T-shirt and black leather jacket. That damned fag hanging from his lips. Smiling like that.

The woman couldn't help but smile at the thought of his smile

. What the hell is wrong with me? And flicking that fag at my car. Bastard!

She couldn't shake the sight of him holding himself or that bloody smile from her head as she drove. She felt a sensation between her legs, a heat she couldn't explain, a dampness that she didn't want to admit.

Trying to clear her mind she drove home knowing it would be getting dark soon and she had to be on the road again by the time it got dark.

Listening to the weather report on the radio, she prayed they had it wrong and there wasn't going to be torrential rain and storms that night. She hated driving in the rain.

Attitude in full swing, Dave got in his car, slammed the door shut and lit a cigarette. Knowing what was coming he inhaled deeply. Blowing the smoke out through his lips, Dave started the car. Leaving the cigarette between his lips, he rubbed his left thumb over the grazed and scarred knuckles of his right hand and flexed his fingers. He knew the trouble he was in and knew the only way out. For all his outward bravado, Dave knew the truth of his situation and closed his eyes. He needed an outlet for his frustration before his temper flared again and got him into even more trouble. He knew he shouldn't risk being in an environment that could spark him off. But he, as always knew he would deal with the consequences in the later. He lived for the now so in his own words, fuck the world.

"Fuck you all!" He screamed as he jammed the car into first gear and sped off, switching his lights on as he got to the end of the road. As he pulled out onto the main road the heavens opened. Forked lightning streaked across the sky as huge heavy raindrops pounded the roof and windscreen of his car. Within seconds, the roads were becoming flooded and dangerous, the drains couldn't cope with the sudden storm. Dave grinned as he flicked ash onto the carpet and pressed his foot hard to the floor. He relished the five miles of rarely used country lanes that he would have to negotiate soon. The car sped into the darkness.

Windscreen wipers going at full speed still wasn't enough to keep the window clear. Blowers also on full did little to clear mist from the window. Cloth in hand she wiped at the mist, on succeeding in smearing the glass making it harder to see. The driver's window was cracked open a few inches to try and help the overworked blowers. She was busy wiping at the window when the left hand side off the car tilted down with a bang. The woman dropped the cloth as panic spread through her. It lasted a split second, the car was ok again, and running smoothly. "Fucking potholes." She muttered, again wiping at the window.

Something was wrong. It took a few seconds to realise how heavy the steering had become, a real pull to the left had developed. Slowing the car to a stop and pulling the handbrake on, she knew the trouble and realised that the pothole she'd hit had damaged her tyre. And now it was flat.

Stopped on the side of the road, miles from anywhere. Lightning flashed as the rain continued to lash down. She knew it was wasn't going to end anytime soon, the storm was in to stay. Knowing there was no point in putting on her jacket, she would be soaked to the skin within seconds. With an over bight bag in the boot she had a change of clothing. Taking a breath, she climbed out into the deluge. She was right, within seconds she was saturated, her clothes clinging to her. Going to the boot to get the spare and jack, the woman did her best to ignore the rainstorm and went about the business of changing the tyre.

Dave drove fast down the narrow winding road, he changed the radio station, all the shit love songs the local station played was doing his head in. Sucking on another cigarette, Dave chain-smoked his way through life, doing what he wanted, when he wanted. Fuck the consequences, and fuck anyone who got in his way. If anyone got hurt in the process, fuck it, not his problem.

The road conditions were too bad for the driving style; it was only by pure luck that he looked up at the road as he rounded a bend. The headlights and hazard warning lights registered. However reckless he was, Dave's reactions were fast. It wasn't often he'd be caught off guard or unable to react to any given situation. He hit the brakes hard, wheels locked up as the car aqua-planed. The car stopped with jolt. Dave scrambled looking for the cigarette that had dropped from his lips and landed between his legs.

Putting the smoking stick back in his lips he looked out the windscreen at the car in front of him. His eyes found the water-logged person stood at the side of the car starring back at him. Dave smiled, unable to believe who he was seeing. The person outside couldn't see him, the driving rain and headlights hid him from her view. But his headlights lit her perfectly. Dave loved what he was seeing.

Her hair no longer neat and tidy in the high pony tail. She wasn't wearing her jacket which suited Dave perfectly. The once cream blouse was now see completely transparent. She wore a bra, but it did nothing to conceal her breasts. Nipples hard and poking the fabric, Dave felt a stirring in his trousers. The woman walked to the front of her car. Dave licked his lips, "Let's see who the dickhead is now."

Dave opened the door and climbed from his car. Flicking the cigarette away he removed his jacket, threw it back into the car and slammed the door. He turned and stalked towards the woman, he stopped barely three paces from her. He was visible in her headlights as she was in his. The jack handle was in her hand. Dave wasn't interested, he was looking at her face, waiting for her gaze to rise and meet his, waiting for the recognition on her face.

She couldn't help but notice the bulge in his soaked, torn jeans as he approached. The white T-shirt as transparent as her own blouse. She couldn't help but admire the hard body behind the shirt. She could feel the beginnings of feelings she should not have been thinking. Her eyes rose and she saw his face, his intense eyes, that smile. Shit, that smile.

Dave smiled as she finally saw him, he took pleasure in the open jaw. He took greater pleasure as he saw the startled, deer caught in the headlights look on her face. The movement caught his eye. He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight. Looking directly into her eyes he growled, his voice deep and left no room for doubt. "Drop it."

The sound of iron clanging on the floor went unnoticed, all she heard was Dave, his voice controlling her. She was not in control, it partially worried her, but more, it secretly thrilled her.

He took her other wrist and pulled her close. Her chest touched his as he held her arms by her sides. Their faces, inches apart. His eyes still held her, she breathed deeply, her chest rising and falling, rubbing his.

She didn't realise he had released her hands, not until she felt her skirt being pulled up her legs and bunching around her waist. She didn't fight it, didn't want to. She was amazed she couldn't hear her beating heart above the sound of the rain, it pounded so hard in her chest. The look in his eyes was clear, she knew what he wanted, she wanted it too. All of a sudden he was gone.

Crouching down, Dave ripped her panties down, halfway down her legs he ripped them and cast the aside. He stood up, his hands running roughly up her thighs and over her mound.

Seeing the glint in his eye, she took half a step back until he grabbed her waist and pulled her in tight. He pushed her backward until her knees buckled against the bumper of her car. Ass planted on the bonnet he still pushed. One hand found her throat and easily held her as his body pushed into her, pushing her into the bonnet.

His lips found hers, his tongue invaded her mouth as he kissed her hard. His hand never left her throat, his grip never loosened as he kissed her neck, bit it. She cried out, Dave grinned and stepped back.

Tugging his belt open, she didn't move. He popped the buttons on his jeans, she didn't move. He leant down, gripped her blouse and ripped, buttons flew, she didn't move. Reaching into his back pocket, he produced a penknife. He opened it, the blade no more than three inches long. He ran the blunt side from her stomach to her bra. He flattened the blade, slipped it under and flicked his wrist. She realised how sharp the blade was when her bra separated, she didn't move. With his free hand, Dave removed the cups, her breasts at his mercy, her nipples pointing to the sky. Goosebumps covered her from the cold, from the thrill. But she felt the cold steel press her nipple flat, still she didn't move. He looked into her face and saw victory. He saw her want, her desire. He had control, he had power. She was his.

Putting the blade away, Dave reached into his open fly and pulled his rock hard length out for her to see. "Your gonna fuckin get this." Was all he said before he moved. And he moved like lightning. Hands were everywhere as he pulled her up, spun her and forced her face down across her bonnet, legs spread wide.

She gasped. In pleasure, shock, pleasure. He was balls deep in her, hands on her hips as he pounded again and again. He wasn't gentle he was fucking her, hard. He pulled her back and pounded her over and over. Her hands scrabbled fur purchase but the slick bonnet offered none. Giving in, feeling her orgasm rise quickly within her, she let her hands drop, they found purchase, found the grill. She gripped it but didn't fight, she pushed herself back, allowing him to plough her even deeper. She screamed as she came, and felt the empty hollow as he withdrew from her.

Sliding from the bonnet she fell to her knees on the rain soaked tarmac. "Turn around."

She turned and was facing his cock. She didn't hesitate, she opened her mouth as he rammed deep to the back of her throat. He relaxed slightly as he let her suck him. Her lips slid up and down his length, her tongue licked and her hands worked his balls and shaft in unison. She was good.

There was no way he was going to let her control him, Dave grabbed handfuls of her hair, twisted his fists and pulled, her lips came clear and not caring about the pain, she stood before him again.

Letting her hair go, he took her throat tight once more. Dave kissed her, he kissed hard, his tongue pushed into her mouth, again control was his. Releasing her he gripped her ass and lifted. She rose easily in his arms; she could feel the strength there. Wrapping her legs around him she felt his cock at her entrance.

Breath burst from her mouth as he rammed her against the car, his hips twitched as he buried his cock deep inside. Hips gyrating, the car against her back, she tipped her head back as she fought for breath. The rain pounded her face as Dave pounded her sex.

Within minutes she clenched his cock as she screamed out, Cumming again. Not letting up the pressure she squeezed her legs and tunnel tight. She felt his cock twitch as he growled deep in her ear. She felt spurt after spurt as he emptied his balls deep inside her.

Lips mashed together they kissed long and deep until finally he pulled out of her and lowered her to her feet.

He looked deep into her eyes, "Who's the Dickhead?"

She couldn't answer, she could only stare as he put his cock away walked back to his car and got in. He drove and stopped next to her and wound his window down. "I'll be back this way in an hour, if you're still here, I'll help fix your car. But if you're still here I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk straight."

She watched as he drove off, the red tail lights disappeared around the bend. Making no attempt to cover herself she picked up the jack handle and looked at it, she had a decision to make.

Tossing the jack handle to the side of her car by the damaged wheel she walked to the front of the car. Looking down at herself in the light from her car's headlights, the woman noticed her destroyed clothes for the first time. She had hardly fought him off she knew as she removed her ripped blouse and pulled of the cut bra. She stood in the torrential downpour in just her skirt, stockings and heels. Looking up into the night sky she just enjoyed the feel of the heavy rain drops bouncing off of her burning skin. Her mind drifted, she lost herself to the memory of his rough touch, his cock as it pounded her. His eyes were cruel, yet she sensed something else hiding behind them. God she wanted him again, wanted to feel herself against him, feel him on her, in her. She felt like a wild mare, caught by this stallion as she ran. He had claimed her and taken her. The craziest of thought crossed her mind.

What if I could tame him?

She threw the thought aside, dismissing it as she but the sodded, wrecked blouse back on. With the buttons scattered around she picked the bottom corners and tied a knot below her breasts. Kicking her heels off, picking them up and chucking them in the boot with her bra she set about changing the wheel.

Dave got back into his car and slammed the door. His hands shook as he lit the obligatory cigarette. Fresh cuts and blood adorned his knuckles as he spun the wheel on the lighter. Sucking in deep, he drew the smoke down into his lungs. He held it there as he felt his heart rate slow. Breathing out, the smoke filled the car.

Looking at the fresh blood on his white T-shirt, Dave closed his eyes and shook his head. There was no way he could have backed down, he had to do what he did. Only in the privacy of his car when he was alone did he ever question his actions. Sometime he actually wished he couldn't do what he could. Sometimes he actually prayed someone could put him down.

Shutting his eyes tight, He fought the demons away. His temper was back under control, his ability to control his own actions was his again. Until he saw her face in his mind. Those brown eyes twinkling as she looked at him, that mouth, accepting his. Her body, the way it felt under him. The way she surrendered and gave herself to him. He felt his cock twitch at the thought.

I bet the bitch is long fuckin gone

, he thought. But he started the car and sped off, lights coming on as he rounded the corner. But what if she wasn't gone? What if she was still there?

I'll make her beg, ill finish what I started, I'll have the bitch and fuck her senseless

. The car sped into the night, Dave's control slipping again.

The wheel finally changed, the woman had got back in her car having retrieved her over-night bag. She half sat, half lay across the back seat as she tried to change into dry clothes. Shed towelled her hair mostly dry, it was a mess, she'd brush it after she changed. Pulling the red vest top over her head and tugging it down to cover her breasts and tummy. She noticed the twin points as her nipples, ridged poked the material out. Undoing the button and zip, she eased her skirt down and off. She realised her panties were gone, she hadn't seen them outside. Must be out there somewhere, she thought. Undoing the clips, she pulled and rolled her torn stockings down her legs and left them in the foot well with her skirt and destroyed blouse. The garter belt slipped of no problem, she laid across her back seat naked from her waist down.

Her mind wandered, she could see his face in hers, she could feel his hands on hers as he ran them over her thighs. Her legs widened as his fingers probed her core. His thumb and forefinger of one hand teased her clit as two fingers from his other easily slipped through her wetness and into her. He wasn't gentle, fingers were like pistons as they went at her. Her clit was pulled and squeezed. Her breathing was hard, ragged as she built towards the summit knowing he was going to take her over. She called out to him, to her lover as the orgasm engulfed her, she realised she didn't even know his name. she opened her eyes and looked down, her fingers still played as she came down from the mountain of pleasure she had scaled. Realising it was herself doing it and not the intense youth, she stopped and looked around. No one was near, she reached for her jeans and pulled them up her legs. Bum lifting of the seat she tugged, the jeans were tight as she zipped and buttoned them closed. But she liked that. She liked how the denim pressed into her sex and the snug feeling of it against her. Putting her trainers on and climbing over to the driver's seat she smiled. The woman loved the feel of the denim as it rubbed her still wet sex with every movement. Her arousal was at a very high level. She sat still in the driver's seat and let her mind drift. Would he come back, would she ever see him again. Part of her wanted to start the car and drive in case he did return. The stronger part wanted to wait and see if her secret young lover would return and claim her again. She licked her lips at the thought, she could see his eyes boring into her, her wild stallion.