KAREN’S CAR SERVICE
"You're the last one, Karen," the garage's owner, Mike, called out as she stepped into the dimly lit space, the smell of grease and gasoline mingling with the fading scent of the day's heat. She nodded in his direction, her eyes scanning over the half-empty bays, searching for Peter, the young mechanic who had been working on her car.
Peter, a man of few words but adept with his hands, emerged from beneath the hood of a red Mustang, his dark hair slick with sweat, a hint of a grin playing on his lips as he caught her gaze. At 28, he was a few years her junior, but there was something about the way he carried himself—his broad shoulders, the confidence in his stride—that made Karen's heart flutter.
Mike tossed Peter the keys to her car with a knowing wink. "I'll let you sort out Karen, then lock up," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to carry an unspoken promise of privacy. The words hung in the air, charged with meaning that made Karen's cheeks flush and her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra. She felt a thrill of anticipation as Mike disappeared into the back office, the door closing with a decisive click.
My eyes met Peter's as he approached, and i noticed the way his gaze lingered on the swell of my breasts beneath my tight white T-shirt. "Your car's all set," he said, his voice gruff, his eyes travelling back up to meet hers.
"Thank you," i replied, her voice a little breathier than she'd intended. "What's the damage?"
Peter leaned against the work bench, his eyes never leaving hers. "Oh, apart from the hard on you give me?" He grinned, the question hanging between them like a dare.
My cheeks flushed deeper, but i didn't look away. Instead, i stepped closer, my hips swaying with a newfound confidence. "How much for the service?" i asked,my voice a seductive purr that matched the slow throb in my core.
He took the bait, his smile growing wider. "Well, Karen," he said, his eyes flicking down to my chest again, "It's usually A hundred and fifty pounds, but for you..." He let the sentence trail off, his voice dropping to a murmur that sent a shiver down my spine.
I knew what he was implying, and a thrill of excitement shot through me. "And for me?" I prompted, leaning against the car, my body language open and inviting.
"For you," Peter said, his gaze lingering on my breasts, "Let's call it a... personal favour."
My pulse quickened, and I licked my lips, feeling the weight of the moment. "What kind of favour?" I asked, my voice a whisper of challenge.
"The kind that keeps a man happy," Peter said, stepping closer, his body heat radiating towards me. His hand reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from my face, his touch sending an electric current through my body.
I looked up at him, my breath hitching in my throat. "And what would that involve?"
Peter's eyes grew darker, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smoldering smile. "Well," he began, "you could start by showing me those pretty tits of yours."
The audacity of his request sent a bolt of desire straight to my pussy, and i felt it clench with need. Without a second thought, i reached behind my back and unclipped my bra, letting my 34D breasts spill out, the cool air of the garage brushing against her heated skin. Peter's eyes widened slightly, his hand dropping to his crotch, where i could see the unmistakable bulge growing larger by the second.
He stepped closer, his eyes raking over my exposed chest, and i felt the heat of his gaze like a brand on my skin. "Nice," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hand reached out, his calloused fingers ghosting over my nipples, sending a shiver down my spine. I gasped, my back arching slightly, my body begging for more.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl that made me wet. "Because there's plenty more where that came from."
I nodded, my eyes locked on his, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Peter took that as his cue, leaning in to capture my mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue demanding entry, which I eagerly granted. His other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against his rock-hard body. I could feel the heat of his cock through his coveralls, and my own need grew more urgent.
Breaking the kiss, he reached for the button of my jeans, his eyes never leaving mine as he unzipped and pushed them down, exposing the matching black lingerie that hugged my curves. He groaned, his eyes dark with desire, and I stepped out of the puddle of denim at my feet, feeling more exposed and wanton than I ever had. Peter's hand slid under the lace of my panties, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me moan into his mouth.
He tugged my underwear down, letting them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them, my heart racing.
"Now, let's see what else you've got for me," Peter murmured, dropping to his knees. He pushed my thighs apart, his hot breath ghosting over my wet pussy. His hands gripped my hips, and I felt his tongue touch me, tentative at first, then more insistent as he tasted me.
My knees buckled slightly, but Peter held me steady, his tongue swirling and probing, teasing my sensitive folds. I gripped his hair, tugging gently as I moaned his name, my hips rocking against his face. The sensation was intense, and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within me. He took the hint, increasing the pressure, his tongue delving deeper, fucking me in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrored the way I wanted his cock to fill me.
The tension grew, my body tightening around him as the waves of pleasure crested, threatening to break. I was so close, and Peter seemed to know it, his movements growing more urgent as he feasted on my pussy. The sounds of his eager lapping filled the garage, echoing off the concrete floors and metal walls, mixing with the faint hum of the florescent lights above us. It was raw, primal, and absolutely intoxicating.
With a final flick of his tongue, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a tempest, leaving me gasping for air and clinging to a car for support. Peter looked up at me, a smug smile on his face, and stood up, his cock now fully erect, straining against the fabric of his coveralls. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth.
"Ready for the full service?" he asked, his voice still low and gruff.
"More than ready," I panted, my legs feeling like jelly. Peter's hands reached for his coveralls, unzipping them to reveal his stiff 8-inch cock. It stood tall and proud, a testament to his desire for me. The sight of it made me even wetter, and I reached out to stroke it gently. His eyes closed for a brief moment, his head tilting back in pleasure.
He took the condom and rolled it on, his movements sure and practiced. Then, with a grin that was both predatory and playful, he pushed me back against the car, his body pressing against mine, leaving no room for doubt. He gripped my ass, lifting me up slightly, and positioned himself at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he entered me, filling me completely.
I gasped as he slammed into me, my nails digging into the metal of the car. The coldness of it against my back was a stark contrast to the heat of Peter's body, and the friction of his cock inside me was exquisite. He didn't hold back, pumping into me with a ferocity that matched the racing of my heart. The metal of the car was cool against my skin, while the heat of our passion was a raging inferno that consumed us both.
My legs wrapped around his waist, my ankles locking together as I tried to hold onto him, to keep him buried deep inside me. His hips ground against me, his pelvis slamming into my clit with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I moaned his name, my voice echoing through the garage, mixing with the slap of skin on skin.
I could feel Peter's grip tighten, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fucked me. The way his body tensed, the desperate urgency in his movements, told me he wouldn't last much longer. But I was greedy, my own desire a wildfire that wouldn't be sated with just one orgasm. I rocked my hips in time with his, grinding down onto his cock, my walls tightening around him, urging him closer to the edge.
He groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, and I knew he was close. But I wanted more. "Harder," I panted my voice a needy whisper that seemed to spur him on. Peter responded, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. I could feel the head of his cock hit my cervix with each powerful stroke, sending waves of pleasure through my core.
My own orgasm was building again, my pussy clenching around him, desperate to milk his cum. His grip tightened, his hips moving faster, his breathing ragged against my neck. "You're so fucking tight, Karen," he groaned, his teeth grazing my earlobe. The words were like gasoline on my already blazing desire, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.
As Peter pounded into me, my breasts bounced with every impact, the cold metal of the car pressing into my back. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had me panting and begging for more. I felt his cock swell, the head of it rubbing against that sweet spot that had me seeing stars, and I knew he was close. "Don’t you dare cum yet," I murmured, my voice a throaty growl that seemed to come from some primal place deep within me.
He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my chest, and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he said, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. His hands roamed up my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them roughly, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The pain sent jolts of pleasure to my already over-sensitized clit, and I could feel the second orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that was going to be even more powerful than the first.
"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back, my eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna cum again."
The words were barely out of my mouth when Peter's grip tightened, his hips bucking harder, driving his cock into me with a force that had me seeing stars. The second orgasm washed over me, more intense than the first, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Peter didn't miss a beat, fucking me through it, his own orgasm now imminent.
As the last tremors of my climax subsided, Peter pulled out, leaving me feeling both empty and utterly satisfied. He didn't give me a moment to recover, though. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice gruff with desire. "Bend over the bonnet."
Without a second thought, I complied, the metal cool against my feverish skin as I leaned over, my ass in the air, my breasts pressing against the car. The position made me feel vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly turned on. Peter's hands gripped my hips, his cock nudging against my still-wet entrance from behind. "Oh and get rid of that condom" i gasp, my voice a needy whine. He chuckled, his breath hot on my neck as he ripped it off and tossed it aside, his bare cock now pressing against my slick folds.
The head of Peter's cock slid into me with ease, his girth stretching me open as he filled me completely. I moaned, pushing back against him, eager for more. His hands slid up my body, one cupping a breast, the other reaching around to pinch my clit. The dual sensation was maddening, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He began to thrust again, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the garage.
The cool metal of the car bonnet was a stark contrast to the heat of Peter's cock, driving into me with a fierce intensity that had me whimpering with every stroke. The smell of oil and gasoline mixed with the musky scent of our arousal, adding to the raw, animalistic quality of our encounter. I felt his hands tighten on my hips, guiding me back onto him as he drove into me deeper, harder.
My breasts bounced with each thrust, the friction of my nipples against the rough metal sending sparks of pleasure through me. Peter leaned over, his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. "i' m gonna fill you with cum," he groaned, his hips pistoning as he claimed me. I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm.
"Do it," I gasped, the words barely audible over the sound of our bodies coming together. "Please, Peter, make me cum again".
He complied, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit, his hips moving faster, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my pussy tightening around him, my body begging for release. His other hand found my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his ravenous kisses.
"Fuck," Peter groaned, his grip on my hair tightening as he slammed into me. The pain mixed with pleasure had me writhing beneath him, my body a canvas for his desires. Each thrust was a declaration of his hunger for me, and I reveled in it. The metal of the bonnet was cold against my cheek, grounding me as I soared higher and higher.
My pussy clenched around him, and I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm coil deep inside me. "I'm gonna cum," I screamed, the sound echoing through the garage, lost amidst the grunts and groans of our passion. Peter's breath grew ragged, his hips moving with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
And then, as I reached the peak of my climax, the world around me shattered into a million pieces of pure bliss, Peter growled in my ear, "I'm gonna impregnate you, Karen." The words were a declaration, a raw claim that sent a jolt of fear and excitement through me.
His thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening as he lost control. I could feel the head of his cock swell, his cum boiling inside him, ready to fill me. The thought of it, his hot seed spilling into my fertile pussy, sent me spiraling over the edge once more, my body clenching around him like a vise.
"Yes, Peter," I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. "Cum inside me. Fill me up."
He pushed in deep, his cock hitting my cervix with a force that made me gasp. Then, he began to jerk, his entire body tensing as he came. I felt the warmth of his semen spurt deep inside me, filling me up, the sensation making my own orgasm even more intense. His cock twitched and pulsed with every shot of cum, painting my insides with his essence.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting heavily, bodies entwined, the world outside the garage forgotten. Then Peter leaned in, pressing his sweat-slicked chest against my back, his breathing slowing down. He kissed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Fuck, Karen," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're exciting. But what if i have impregnated you"
"Maybe I wanted you to," I replied, the words slipping out before I could even process the thought. The idea of carrying his baby was both terrifying and thrilling, a taboo fantasy come to life in this grimy, dimly lit space. Peter's grip on my hips tightened slightly, his cock still buried inside me, and I knew he felt the same mix of emotions.
Slowly, he pulled out, and I turned to face him, my legs wobbly from the intense pleasure. "I'm on the pill," I said, my voice a mix of breathlessness and challenge, "but every bareback fuck is still a risk."
Peter's eyes searched mine, the intensity in them unmistakable. "Maybe that's part of the thrill," he murmured his voice low and husky. The implications of his words hung in the air, a silent question that made my heart race.
I couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up inside me at the thought. The danger, the possibility, it all added to the heady rush of our encounter. "Is it?" I asked, a teasing smile playing on my lips.
"Want to go for round two?" I suggested, my voice a sultry whisper that seemed to hang in the air, thick with the scent of our mingled arousal. Peter's eyes lit up with a predatory glint, and he reached for my hips, pulling me back against him, his still-hard cock nudging against my thigh.
"Always happy to oblige, gorgeous," he murmured, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, his thumbs caressing my still-sensitive pussy. A fresh wave of desire crashed over me, and I moaned, my body already responding to his touch. He chuckled, the sound sending a delicious shiver through me. "But first, let's get you into something a bit more... comfortable."
With surprising gentleness, Peter lifted me off the bonnet and set me on unsteady legs. He led me over to a dusty old office chair in the corner of the garage, his cock still standing proudly at attention. He pulled out the chair and gestured for me to sit, his eyes never leaving mine. As I sank into the cracked vinyl, he stepped between my legs, his cock hovering just above my face.
"You want round two?" he asked, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "You're going to have to work for it."
With that, Peter leaned down, his cock brushing against my cheek. I eagerly opened my mouth, my tongue flicking out to taste his salty precum. He groaned in pleasure, his hips rocking slightly as I took him in my mouth, my hands gripping his ass to pull him closer. His cock was thick and hard, a delicious reminder of what had just filled me up. I swirled my tongue around the head, teasing the slit before taking him deep, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
His hands found my breasts again, his rough thumbs playing with my still-sensitive nipples as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking and licking every inch of him. The chair squeaked beneath me as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with the same intensity he had my pussy. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his cock, making him groan even louder.
My eyes watered as I took him deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of my throat. I could feel him getting closer, his movements growing more erratic. His grip on my hair tightened, and he began to fuck my face with a ferocity that had me gagging. But I didn't stop, the thrill of his dominance and the taste of his desire too much to resist.
The head of Peter's cock was now slick with my saliva, and his hips were moving in a steady rhythm, pushing into my mouth with a force that had me drooling and gasping for air. I could feel my own arousal building again, my pussy aching to be filled once more. I reached down, my fingers sliding through my folds, finding my clit already swollen and sensitive. I began to rub it in time with his thrusts, the pleasure mounting.
As I sucked him, Peter's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed with each thrust, the way his cock swelled even more in my mouth. It was like he was fucking me all over again, claiming me in a way that was both intimate and animalistic.
My own orgasm grew closer with each stroke of my fingers, my clit swelling and pulsing with every suck and lick of Peter's cock. The sound of our bodies coming together was a symphony of desire, echoing through the garage, a testament to our unbridled passion.
As my climax approached, my body began to shake, my muscles tightening and releasing in a delicious prelude to the release I craved. I could feel Peter's cock pulse in my mouth, his own orgasm just moments away. I moaned, the vibrations reverberating around him, urging him closer to the edge.
But then, I had an idea. I pulled back, letting his cock slip from my mouth. "Sit in this chair," I told him, my voice still husky from our encounter. My eyes never left his, the challenge in them unmistakable.
Peter complied, a look of curiosity mixed with excitement crossing his features. He sat down, his erection standing tall between his legs. I straddled him, my soaking wet pussy hovering just above his cock, our eyes locked. "Let me ride you," I whispered, a seductive smile playing on my lips.
He didn't protest, his hands immediately finding my hips and guiding me down onto his length. I moaned as he filled me once more, the feeling of his bare cock inside me sending shivers down my spine. I began to move, my hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had Peter's eyes glazing over with pleasure. The chair creaked beneath us, adding to the symphony of our passionate union.
I leaned back, placing my hands on the chair's backrest, my breasts bouncing with every downward thrust. Peter reached up to play with them, his fingers teasing my sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching them in a way that had me gasping. The sight of him, his cock buried deep inside me, his hands on my breasts, was almost too much to bear. The heat between us was palpable, the garage air thick with lust.
With each rock of my hips, Peter's cock slid in and out of me, the sensation of fullness sending waves of pleasure through my body. The chair squeaked in protest with every movement, the sound a testament to our passion. The smell of sex and sweat filled the space, a potent aphrodisiac that only served to drive us higher.
I could feel Peter's cock swelling inside me, his orgasm imminent. But I wasn't ready for it to end. I reached down, my hand finding my clit, and began to rub it in time with our fucking. The added sensation was exquisite, my body tightening around him with every stroke.
"Fuck, Karen," he groaned, his hips bucking upward, meeting my movements. "You're gonna make me cum again."
I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "That's the idea, isn't it?"
Peter's grip on my hips tightened as he thrust up into me, his pace increasing as we both chased our mutual release. The chair groaned beneath us, the rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding adding to the symphony of our passion. I could feel the slickness of his cum and my juices coating my thighs, a sticky reminder of the raw, animalistic need we were indulging in.
Leaning back, I took control, my body moving in a steady rhythm that had him groaning with every downward slide of my hips. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting my cervix with each stroke, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through me. The feeling of fullness was almost overwhelming, a delicious pressure that built with each movement.
As I rode him, I watched Peter's face contort with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as he tried to keep up with my tempo. I leaned back further, giving him a clear view of my bouncing tits, watching as he took in the sight with hungry eyes.
Our movements grew more frantic, our bodies slapping together with a wet, primal sound that filled the garage. The chair's legs scraped against the concrete floor with every powerful thrust, the noise a delicious counterpoint to the heavy silence that had hung in the air just minutes ago.
Sweat glistened on Peter's face, his eyes never leaving mine as I worked his cock, my pussy clenching around him like a velvet fist. I could feel his balls tighten, his cock pulsing with the promise of release. "Karen," he grunted, his voice strained, "I'm gonna cum."
I leaned in closer, my breasts in his face, my voice a seductive whisper. "Do it, Peter. Cum inside me again."
His response was to thrust upwards, meeting my downward motion with a force that sent a shock of pleasure through my body. His cock felt huge, filling me completely as he groaned my name, his hips bucking wildly. "Oh, Karen," he breathed, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum."
The first shot of his cum hit deep inside me, a warm, wet pulse that sent me over the edge. I moaned, my body tightening around him, the intensity of my own orgasm rushing through me like a tidal wave. Peter's cock pulsed again, sending a second shot up into me, the sensation so intense that I thought I might pass out.
The third and fourth shots of cum followed quickly, filling me up even more, his cock twitching with the force of his release. I could feel his hot seed spilling into my womb, the sensation so taboo and exhilarating that it made my head spin. My pussy clenched around him, milking him for every last drop as he emptied himself into me.
We sat there for a moment, both of us panting heavily, bodies entwined in the sticky aftermath of our passion. The chair creaked under us, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. Peter's cock was still buried deep inside me, both of us unwilling to break the connection.
"Fuck, Karen," Peter finally managed to say, his voice a rough whisper. "That was... intense."
"Mmhmm," I murmured in agreement, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of our shared climax. I slid off him, my legs unsteady, and made my way over to the work bench to grab a rag to clean myself up. The garage felt hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and grease. I glanced back at Peter, who was still sitting in the chair, his cock slowly softening.
Wiping the last traces of cum from my thighs, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of power, knowing that I had brought this strong, capable man to his knees—or rather, to the edge of a chair. I turned to face him, the rag dangling from my hand, a smug smile playing on my lips. "Well, I'd say that was worth the cost of a car service, wouldn't you?"
Peter chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he caught his breath. "Fuck, Karen. That was... I've never had a customer service experience quite like that." His grin was infectious, and I couldn't help but laugh along.
The reality of our situation began to seep back into my consciousness. "We should get cleaned up," I said, a hint of nervousness in my voice.
Peter nodded, standing up, his cock now fully soft. Once we were both dressed again, he took my hand and led me back to my car.
"So," i said, leaning against the car, "i am still going to pay for the car, otherwise Mike will wonder about it" my tone was casual.
"Yeah, sure," Peter said, his voice a little hoarse from our encounter. "Let's go settle up."
As we approached the office, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and apprehension. What had started as a simple errand had turned into a wild, unforgettable experience. Peter opened the door, and we stepped into the small, cluttered room. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a stark contrast to the warm darkness of the garage.
"Let me grab your keys and print out your invoice," Peter said, his voice a little shaky as he tried to compose himself. He moved behind the counter, his eyes lingering on me as I leaned against the desk. The sight of him, still flushed from our encounter, made my heart race.
As he worked, I couldn't help but think about what had just happened. The raw, unbridled passion that had taken us over was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
"Here you go, Karen," Peter said, his voice business-like as he handed me the invoice and my keys. I took them with a shaky hand, trying to act like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. "Let me know if you need anything else."
I turned to walk to my car, "by the way, I still owe you for such a great fuck," I called back, the words slipping out with surprising ease. Peter's head snapped up, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement. "You're something else, you know that?"
Peter, a man of few words but adept with his hands, emerged from beneath the hood of a red Mustang, his dark hair slick with sweat, a hint of a grin playing on his lips as he caught her gaze. At 28, he was a few years her junior, but there was something about the way he carried himself—his broad shoulders, the confidence in his stride—that made Karen's heart flutter.
Mike tossed Peter the keys to her car with a knowing wink. "I'll let you sort out Karen, then lock up," he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to carry an unspoken promise of privacy. The words hung in the air, charged with meaning that made Karen's cheeks flush and her nipples harden against the fabric of her bra. She felt a thrill of anticipation as Mike disappeared into the back office, the door closing with a decisive click.
My eyes met Peter's as he approached, and i noticed the way his gaze lingered on the swell of my breasts beneath my tight white T-shirt. "Your car's all set," he said, his voice gruff, his eyes travelling back up to meet hers.
"Thank you," i replied, her voice a little breathier than she'd intended. "What's the damage?"
Peter leaned against the work bench, his eyes never leaving hers. "Oh, apart from the hard on you give me?" He grinned, the question hanging between them like a dare.
My cheeks flushed deeper, but i didn't look away. Instead, i stepped closer, my hips swaying with a newfound confidence. "How much for the service?" i asked,my voice a seductive purr that matched the slow throb in my core.
He took the bait, his smile growing wider. "Well, Karen," he said, his eyes flicking down to my chest again, "It's usually A hundred and fifty pounds, but for you..." He let the sentence trail off, his voice dropping to a murmur that sent a shiver down my spine.
I knew what he was implying, and a thrill of excitement shot through me. "And for me?" I prompted, leaning against the car, my body language open and inviting.
"For you," Peter said, his gaze lingering on my breasts, "Let's call it a... personal favour."
My pulse quickened, and I licked my lips, feeling the weight of the moment. "What kind of favour?" I asked, my voice a whisper of challenge.
"The kind that keeps a man happy," Peter said, stepping closer, his body heat radiating towards me. His hand reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from my face, his touch sending an electric current through my body.
I looked up at him, my breath hitching in my throat. "And what would that involve?"
Peter's eyes grew darker, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smoldering smile. "Well," he began, "you could start by showing me those pretty tits of yours."
The audacity of his request sent a bolt of desire straight to my pussy, and i felt it clench with need. Without a second thought, i reached behind my back and unclipped my bra, letting my 34D breasts spill out, the cool air of the garage brushing against her heated skin. Peter's eyes widened slightly, his hand dropping to his crotch, where i could see the unmistakable bulge growing larger by the second.
He stepped closer, his eyes raking over my exposed chest, and i felt the heat of his gaze like a brand on my skin. "Nice," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. His hand reached out, his calloused fingers ghosting over my nipples, sending a shiver down my spine. I gasped, my back arching slightly, my body begging for more.
"You like that?" he asked, his voice a low growl that made me wet. "Because there's plenty more where that came from."
I nodded, my eyes locked on his, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Peter took that as his cue, leaning in to capture my mouth in a hungry kiss, his tongue demanding entry, which I eagerly granted. His other hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against his rock-hard body. I could feel the heat of his cock through his coveralls, and my own need grew more urgent.
Breaking the kiss, he reached for the button of my jeans, his eyes never leaving mine as he unzipped and pushed them down, exposing the matching black lingerie that hugged my curves. He groaned, his eyes dark with desire, and I stepped out of the puddle of denim at my feet, feeling more exposed and wanton than I ever had. Peter's hand slid under the lace of my panties, his thumb brushing against my clit, making me moan into his mouth.
He tugged my underwear down, letting them fall to the ground. I stepped out of them, my heart racing.
"Now, let's see what else you've got for me," Peter murmured, dropping to his knees. He pushed my thighs apart, his hot breath ghosting over my wet pussy. His hands gripped my hips, and I felt his tongue touch me, tentative at first, then more insistent as he tasted me.
My knees buckled slightly, but Peter held me steady, his tongue swirling and probing, teasing my sensitive folds. I gripped his hair, tugging gently as I moaned his name, my hips rocking against his face. The sensation was intense, and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building deep within me. He took the hint, increasing the pressure, his tongue delving deeper, fucking me in a slow, deliberate rhythm that mirrored the way I wanted his cock to fill me.
The tension grew, my body tightening around him as the waves of pleasure crested, threatening to break. I was so close, and Peter seemed to know it, his movements growing more urgent as he feasted on my pussy. The sounds of his eager lapping filled the garage, echoing off the concrete floors and metal walls, mixing with the faint hum of the florescent lights above us. It was raw, primal, and absolutely intoxicating.
With a final flick of his tongue, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a tempest, leaving me gasping for air and clinging to a car for support. Peter looked up at me, a smug smile on his face, and stood up, his cock now fully erect, straining against the fabric of his coveralls. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom, ripping it open with his teeth.
"Ready for the full service?" he asked, his voice still low and gruff.
"More than ready," I panted, my legs feeling like jelly. Peter's hands reached for his coveralls, unzipping them to reveal his stiff 8-inch cock. It stood tall and proud, a testament to his desire for me. The sight of it made me even wetter, and I reached out to stroke it gently. His eyes closed for a brief moment, his head tilting back in pleasure.
He took the condom and rolled it on, his movements sure and practiced. Then, with a grin that was both predatory and playful, he pushed me back against the car, his body pressing against mine, leaving no room for doubt. He gripped my ass, lifting me up slightly, and positioned himself at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he entered me, filling me completely.
I gasped as he slammed into me, my nails digging into the metal of the car. The coldness of it against my back was a stark contrast to the heat of Peter's body, and the friction of his cock inside me was exquisite. He didn't hold back, pumping into me with a ferocity that matched the racing of my heart. The metal of the car was cool against my skin, while the heat of our passion was a raging inferno that consumed us both.
My legs wrapped around his waist, my ankles locking together as I tried to hold onto him, to keep him buried deep inside me. His hips ground against me, his pelvis slamming into my clit with every thrust, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. I moaned his name, my voice echoing through the garage, mixing with the slap of skin on skin.
I could feel Peter's grip tighten, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fucked me. The way his body tensed, the desperate urgency in his movements, told me he wouldn't last much longer. But I was greedy, my own desire a wildfire that wouldn't be sated with just one orgasm. I rocked my hips in time with his, grinding down onto his cock, my walls tightening around him, urging him closer to the edge.
He groaned, his eyes squeezed shut, and I knew he was close. But I wanted more. "Harder," I panted my voice a needy whisper that seemed to spur him on. Peter responded, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. I could feel the head of his cock hit my cervix with each powerful stroke, sending waves of pleasure through my core.
My own orgasm was building again, my pussy clenching around him, desperate to milk his cum. His grip tightened, his hips moving faster, his breathing ragged against my neck. "You're so fucking tight, Karen," he groaned, his teeth grazing my earlobe. The words were like gasoline on my already blazing desire, pushing me closer and closer to the brink.
As Peter pounded into me, my breasts bounced with every impact, the cold metal of the car pressing into my back. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had me panting and begging for more. I felt his cock swell, the head of it rubbing against that sweet spot that had me seeing stars, and I knew he was close. "Don’t you dare cum yet," I murmured, my voice a throaty growl that seemed to come from some primal place deep within me.
He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my chest, and leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Oh, I'm not done with you yet," he said, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of my neck. His hands roamed up my body, cupping my breasts, squeezing them roughly, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. The pain sent jolts of pleasure to my already over-sensitized clit, and I could feel the second orgasm building, a crescendo of sensation that was going to be even more powerful than the first.
"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling back, my eyes squeezed shut. "I'm gonna cum again."
The words were barely out of my mouth when Peter's grip tightened, his hips bucking harder, driving his cock into me with a force that had me seeing stars. The second orgasm washed over me, more intense than the first, my body convulsing around him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me. Peter didn't miss a beat, fucking me through it, his own orgasm now imminent.
As the last tremors of my climax subsided, Peter pulled out, leaving me feeling both empty and utterly satisfied. He didn't give me a moment to recover, though. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice gruff with desire. "Bend over the bonnet."
Without a second thought, I complied, the metal cool against my feverish skin as I leaned over, my ass in the air, my breasts pressing against the car. The position made me feel vulnerable, exposed, and incredibly turned on. Peter's hands gripped my hips, his cock nudging against my still-wet entrance from behind. "Oh and get rid of that condom" i gasp, my voice a needy whine. He chuckled, his breath hot on my neck as he ripped it off and tossed it aside, his bare cock now pressing against my slick folds.
The head of Peter's cock slid into me with ease, his girth stretching me open as he filled me completely. I moaned, pushing back against him, eager for more. His hands slid up my body, one cupping a breast, the other reaching around to pinch my clit. The dual sensation was maddening, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He began to thrust again, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the garage.
The cool metal of the car bonnet was a stark contrast to the heat of Peter's cock, driving into me with a fierce intensity that had me whimpering with every stroke. The smell of oil and gasoline mixed with the musky scent of our arousal, adding to the raw, animalistic quality of our encounter. I felt his hands tighten on my hips, guiding me back onto him as he drove into me deeper, harder.
My breasts bounced with each thrust, the friction of my nipples against the rough metal sending sparks of pleasure through me. Peter leaned over, his chest pressing into my back, his breath hot and ragged in my ear. "i' m gonna fill you with cum," he groaned, his hips pistoning as he claimed me. I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm.
"Do it," I gasped, the words barely audible over the sound of our bodies coming together. "Please, Peter, make me cum again".
He complied, his thumb pressing firmly against my clit, his hips moving faster, pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel my pussy tightening around him, my body begging for release. His other hand found my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled my head back, exposing my neck to his ravenous kisses.
"Fuck," Peter groaned, his grip on my hair tightening as he slammed into me. The pain mixed with pleasure had me writhing beneath him, my body a canvas for his desires. Each thrust was a declaration of his hunger for me, and I reveled in it. The metal of the bonnet was cold against my cheek, grounding me as I soared higher and higher.
My pussy clenched around him, and I could feel the beginnings of another orgasm coil deep inside me. "I'm gonna cum," I screamed, the sound echoing through the garage, lost amidst the grunts and groans of our passion. Peter's breath grew ragged, his hips moving with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating.
And then, as I reached the peak of my climax, the world around me shattered into a million pieces of pure bliss, Peter growled in my ear, "I'm gonna impregnate you, Karen." The words were a declaration, a raw claim that sent a jolt of fear and excitement through me.
His thrusts grew more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening as he lost control. I could feel the head of his cock swell, his cum boiling inside him, ready to fill me. The thought of it, his hot seed spilling into my fertile pussy, sent me spiraling over the edge once more, my body clenching around him like a vise.
"Yes, Peter," I gasped, my voice hoarse with desire. "Cum inside me. Fill me up."
He pushed in deep, his cock hitting my cervix with a force that made me gasp. Then, he began to jerk, his entire body tensing as he came. I felt the warmth of his semen spurt deep inside me, filling me up, the sensation making my own orgasm even more intense. His cock twitched and pulsed with every shot of cum, painting my insides with his essence.
We stayed like that for a moment, both of us panting heavily, bodies entwined, the world outside the garage forgotten. Then Peter leaned in, pressing his sweat-slicked chest against my back, his breathing slowing down. He kissed the side of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Fuck, Karen," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're exciting. But what if i have impregnated you"
"Maybe I wanted you to," I replied, the words slipping out before I could even process the thought. The idea of carrying his baby was both terrifying and thrilling, a taboo fantasy come to life in this grimy, dimly lit space. Peter's grip on my hips tightened slightly, his cock still buried inside me, and I knew he felt the same mix of emotions.
Slowly, he pulled out, and I turned to face him, my legs wobbly from the intense pleasure. "I'm on the pill," I said, my voice a mix of breathlessness and challenge, "but every bareback fuck is still a risk."
Peter's eyes searched mine, the intensity in them unmistakable. "Maybe that's part of the thrill," he murmured his voice low and husky. The implications of his words hung in the air, a silent question that made my heart race.
I couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up inside me at the thought. The danger, the possibility, it all added to the heady rush of our encounter. "Is it?" I asked, a teasing smile playing on my lips.
"Want to go for round two?" I suggested, my voice a sultry whisper that seemed to hang in the air, thick with the scent of our mingled arousal. Peter's eyes lit up with a predatory glint, and he reached for my hips, pulling me back against him, his still-hard cock nudging against my thigh.
"Always happy to oblige, gorgeous," he murmured, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, his thumbs caressing my still-sensitive pussy. A fresh wave of desire crashed over me, and I moaned, my body already responding to his touch. He chuckled, the sound sending a delicious shiver through me. "But first, let's get you into something a bit more... comfortable."
With surprising gentleness, Peter lifted me off the bonnet and set me on unsteady legs. He led me over to a dusty old office chair in the corner of the garage, his cock still standing proudly at attention. He pulled out the chair and gestured for me to sit, his eyes never leaving mine. As I sank into the cracked vinyl, he stepped between my legs, his cock hovering just above my face.
"You want round two?" he asked, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. "You're going to have to work for it."
With that, Peter leaned down, his cock brushing against my cheek. I eagerly opened my mouth, my tongue flicking out to taste his salty precum. He groaned in pleasure, his hips rocking slightly as I took him in my mouth, my hands gripping his ass to pull him closer. His cock was thick and hard, a delicious reminder of what had just filled me up. I swirled my tongue around the head, teasing the slit before taking him deep, feeling him hit the back of my throat.
His hands found my breasts again, his rough thumbs playing with my still-sensitive nipples as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking and licking every inch of him. The chair squeaked beneath me as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth with the same intensity he had my pussy. I moaned around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves through his cock, making him groan even louder.
My eyes watered as I took him deeper, the tip of his cock brushing against the back of my throat. I could feel him getting closer, his movements growing more erratic. His grip on my hair tightened, and he began to fuck my face with a ferocity that had me gagging. But I didn't stop, the thrill of his dominance and the taste of his desire too much to resist.
The head of Peter's cock was now slick with my saliva, and his hips were moving in a steady rhythm, pushing into my mouth with a force that had me drooling and gasping for air. I could feel my own arousal building again, my pussy aching to be filled once more. I reached down, my fingers sliding through my folds, finding my clit already swollen and sensitive. I began to rub it in time with his thrusts, the pleasure mounting.
As I sucked him, Peter's breath grew ragged, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the tension in his body, the way his muscles tensed with each thrust, the way his cock swelled even more in my mouth. It was like he was fucking me all over again, claiming me in a way that was both intimate and animalistic.
My own orgasm grew closer with each stroke of my fingers, my clit swelling and pulsing with every suck and lick of Peter's cock. The sound of our bodies coming together was a symphony of desire, echoing through the garage, a testament to our unbridled passion.
As my climax approached, my body began to shake, my muscles tightening and releasing in a delicious prelude to the release I craved. I could feel Peter's cock pulse in my mouth, his own orgasm just moments away. I moaned, the vibrations reverberating around him, urging him closer to the edge.
But then, I had an idea. I pulled back, letting his cock slip from my mouth. "Sit in this chair," I told him, my voice still husky from our encounter. My eyes never left his, the challenge in them unmistakable.
Peter complied, a look of curiosity mixed with excitement crossing his features. He sat down, his erection standing tall between his legs. I straddled him, my soaking wet pussy hovering just above his cock, our eyes locked. "Let me ride you," I whispered, a seductive smile playing on my lips.
He didn't protest, his hands immediately finding my hips and guiding me down onto his length. I moaned as he filled me once more, the feeling of his bare cock inside me sending shivers down my spine. I began to move, my hips rolling in a sensual rhythm that had Peter's eyes glazing over with pleasure. The chair creaked beneath us, adding to the symphony of our passionate union.
I leaned back, placing my hands on the chair's backrest, my breasts bouncing with every downward thrust. Peter reached up to play with them, his fingers teasing my sensitive nipples, rolling and pinching them in a way that had me gasping. The sight of him, his cock buried deep inside me, his hands on my breasts, was almost too much to bear. The heat between us was palpable, the garage air thick with lust.
With each rock of my hips, Peter's cock slid in and out of me, the sensation of fullness sending waves of pleasure through my body. The chair squeaked in protest with every movement, the sound a testament to our passion. The smell of sex and sweat filled the space, a potent aphrodisiac that only served to drive us higher.
I could feel Peter's cock swelling inside me, his orgasm imminent. But I wasn't ready for it to end. I reached down, my hand finding my clit, and began to rub it in time with our fucking. The added sensation was exquisite, my body tightening around him with every stroke.
"Fuck, Karen," he groaned, his hips bucking upward, meeting my movements. "You're gonna make me cum again."
I leaned forward, my breasts brushing against his chest as I whispered in his ear, "That's the idea, isn't it?"
Peter's grip on my hips tightened as he thrust up into me, his pace increasing as we both chased our mutual release. The chair groaned beneath us, the rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding adding to the symphony of our passion. I could feel the slickness of his cum and my juices coating my thighs, a sticky reminder of the raw, animalistic need we were indulging in.
Leaning back, I took control, my body moving in a steady rhythm that had him groaning with every downward slide of my hips. The angle was perfect, his cock hitting my cervix with each stroke, sending waves of intense pleasure crashing through me. The feeling of fullness was almost overwhelming, a delicious pressure that built with each movement.
As I rode him, I watched Peter's face contort with pleasure, his eyes rolling back in his head. His grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my skin as he tried to keep up with my tempo. I leaned back further, giving him a clear view of my bouncing tits, watching as he took in the sight with hungry eyes.
Our movements grew more frantic, our bodies slapping together with a wet, primal sound that filled the garage. The chair's legs scraped against the concrete floor with every powerful thrust, the noise a delicious counterpoint to the heavy silence that had hung in the air just minutes ago.
Sweat glistened on Peter's face, his eyes never leaving mine as I worked his cock, my pussy clenching around him like a velvet fist. I could feel his balls tighten, his cock pulsing with the promise of release. "Karen," he grunted, his voice strained, "I'm gonna cum."
I leaned in closer, my breasts in his face, my voice a seductive whisper. "Do it, Peter. Cum inside me again."
His response was to thrust upwards, meeting my downward motion with a force that sent a shock of pleasure through my body. His cock felt huge, filling me completely as he groaned my name, his hips bucking wildly. "Oh, Karen," he breathed, his voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum."
The first shot of his cum hit deep inside me, a warm, wet pulse that sent me over the edge. I moaned, my body tightening around him, the intensity of my own orgasm rushing through me like a tidal wave. Peter's cock pulsed again, sending a second shot up into me, the sensation so intense that I thought I might pass out.
The third and fourth shots of cum followed quickly, filling me up even more, his cock twitching with the force of his release. I could feel his hot seed spilling into my womb, the sensation so taboo and exhilarating that it made my head spin. My pussy clenched around him, milking him for every last drop as he emptied himself into me.
We sat there for a moment, both of us panting heavily, bodies entwined in the sticky aftermath of our passion. The chair creaked under us, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. Peter's cock was still buried deep inside me, both of us unwilling to break the connection.
"Fuck, Karen," Peter finally managed to say, his voice a rough whisper. "That was... intense."
"Mmhmm," I murmured in agreement, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of our shared climax. I slid off him, my legs unsteady, and made my way over to the work bench to grab a rag to clean myself up. The garage felt hotter, the air thick with the scent of sex and grease. I glanced back at Peter, who was still sitting in the chair, his cock slowly softening.
Wiping the last traces of cum from my thighs, I couldn't help but feel a thrill of power, knowing that I had brought this strong, capable man to his knees—or rather, to the edge of a chair. I turned to face him, the rag dangling from my hand, a smug smile playing on my lips. "Well, I'd say that was worth the cost of a car service, wouldn't you?"
Peter chuckled, running a hand through his hair as he caught his breath. "Fuck, Karen. That was... I've never had a customer service experience quite like that." His grin was infectious, and I couldn't help but laugh along.
The reality of our situation began to seep back into my consciousness. "We should get cleaned up," I said, a hint of nervousness in my voice.
Peter nodded, standing up, his cock now fully soft. Once we were both dressed again, he took my hand and led me back to my car.
"So," i said, leaning against the car, "i am still going to pay for the car, otherwise Mike will wonder about it" my tone was casual.
"Yeah, sure," Peter said, his voice a little hoarse from our encounter. "Let's go settle up."
As we approached the office, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of satisfaction and apprehension. What had started as a simple errand had turned into a wild, unforgettable experience. Peter opened the door, and we stepped into the small, cluttered room. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting a stark contrast to the warm darkness of the garage.
"Let me grab your keys and print out your invoice," Peter said, his voice a little shaky as he tried to compose himself. He moved behind the counter, his eyes lingering on me as I leaned against the desk. The sight of him, still flushed from our encounter, made my heart race.
As he worked, I couldn't help but think about what had just happened. The raw, unbridled passion that had taken us over was something I hadn't experienced in a long time. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once.
"Here you go, Karen," Peter said, his voice business-like as he handed me the invoice and my keys. I took them with a shaky hand, trying to act like nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. "Let me know if you need anything else."
I turned to walk to my car, "by the way, I still owe you for such a great fuck," I called back, the words slipping out with surprising ease. Peter's head snapped up, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and amusement. "You're something else, you know that?"
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