[FM] Getting nailed in the garage

“Maybe we should have a bit of fun on the ride tonight,” he texted me, about an hour before he was due to get off work and come pick me up. I had been idly contemplating what to wear, because the fifteen or so minute drive to his place was always a fun time to get the both of us revved up.

“What did you have in mind?” I asked him, hoping for some kind of prompt I could use to drive him wild.

“I dunno… maybe something vibrate-y, maybe some bare skin…”

Oh, that would do nicely.

I have a long button-up coat that I wear during winter, and since it’s finally cold enough to wear it regularly, I knew I could get away with a lot. I picked out my faux-garter fishnets and my favorite piece of lingerie, a purple lace babydoll, topped it off with my trusty black kitten heels, and put my long coat on over it, buttoning it all the way to the top. The coat covered me up nicely, making it look like perhaps I merely had on a low-cut top or dress. Since he had mentioned something vibrate-y, I also grabbed my trusty vibrator, a nice old-fashioned standard battery-operated thing that has served me well for years. I hadn’t put on any panties, after all. It would be easy to use on myself on the way over.

He picked me up around midnight, like usual, and I smiled coyly at him as I got into the truck. He gave me a smirk as he reached over and undid the first button of my coat, nodding in approval. “Oh, I see,” he said, taking off for his place.

I toyed with the second button of my coat for a moment for undoing it, revealing more of what I was (or rather, wasn’t) wearing.

“More,” he said, shifting a little. I could tell I was already causing a reaction. “Undo the rest of them.”

I obeyed, happily, smirking saucily at him as I did so.

“Fuck,” he said, once he could see that I was sitting there in lingerie and fishnets and nothing else. “You look delicious. You’ve got me so hard right now.”

“Yeah?” I asked innocently, pulling my vibrator out of my bag. “I also brought this along.” I turned it on, pressing it against my already wet cunt. Teasing him is a sure fire way to turn myself on, too. “I thought I’d play with it while I pretend it’s your cock… right here.”

“Do it,” he said, and I plunged the vibrator inside of me. It slid right in, as aroused as I was, and I moaned and gasped a little while I fucked myself in his passenger seat. He shifted some more in his seat before finally freeing his cock from his jeans.

“Mmm… help me out here,” I murmured. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow… we’re not going to make it into the house before I bury my cock inside you,” he said, voice low. “I’m going to use your cunt exactly the way you want me to, bend you over, twist my hand in your hair, take you like the slut you are. My slut.”

“Oh yes please, sir,” I groaned, thrusting the vibrator deeper into my dripping cunt.

“You better have that vibrator buried inside you,” he said.

“It is,” I gasped.

“Good. Keep it there.”

I did, for the rest of the drive, working both of us into quite a state. The second we arrived at his place, before the garage door had finished closing, he had the armrest between us pushed up to the side and his mouth on one of my tits, grabbing the other tit with one hand and my ass with his other. “Get out,” he growled, after a moment or two, and I did, leaving the vibrator on his seat behind me. He all but dragged me to his workbench, bending me over, ordering me to spread my legs, just like he had promised, and I did so, happily. Not bothering to undress even a little, his cock still free, he simply took me, hard and fast. “Fuck, you feel good. Your hot wet cunt perfect and ready for me… take it, slut.”

I moaned and held on to the bench as he pounded me, hand in my hair, before he took hold of my hips and just let me have it, claiming me in that ridiculously hot, primal way that I love. It wasn’t long before he ordered me to get on my knees and finish him with my mouth, which I love doing, swallowing every last bit of his cum, not wasting a single drop. He stayed mostly hard even after coming, and he started fucking my throat without missing a beat, me moaning around his cock. “Fuck, I’ve been so fucking horny today… I want to fuck you some more.”

He pulled back just long enough for me to say, “Oh, yes, *please,*” and I was manhandled back into position the second the words left my lips. Fucking me from behind again, he pounded my cunt like he owned it. I could only moan and beg him for more. “Fuck, yes, please, use me, give it to me, whatever you want, you feel so fucking good… harder, please…”

“Never even got undressed, slut. You needed my cock that badly,” he murmured.

“Yes, sir.”

He gripped my hips again, taking me for the second time that evening, and we were still in his garage, me bent over bracing against his workbench, cunt clenching and dripping around his cock as he fucked me. This time he came inside me with a loud groan, a couple shallow thrusts as he rode out his second orgasm of the night, before pulling out. I could feel the combination of our cum begin slowly leaking out of me. As he put his cock away and I found my coat, I felt it start to drip down my thigh and grinned at him. “That was amazing,” I said, and he kissed me soundly.

“Mmm,” he agreed, wrapping an arm around me. “Fucked you twice and we didn’t even get inside yet…”

“We should probably fuck again inside the house for good measure then, huh?” I asked, smirking.

“Insatiable slut,” he said fondly, kissing me again.

“*Your* insatiable slut,” I corrected, and he pulled me by the hand toward the garage door, smiling.

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