In his garage [MF] [warning: cheating]

I’ll preface this by saying I know I’m not behaving well in this situation.

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I love the way he just randomly sends me dirty pictures. One minute I’m texting to him about work or he’s texting me about his car. The next he’s asking me if I’m a slut for him and sending me pictures and video snaps.

He sent me a video in the middle of working on his bike. Just him in his garage, pants pulled slightly down, stroking himself, caressing his hard cock before pumping. Showing me what he would do to me if I was there, how he would do it.

He calls me princess and he knows it’s my weakness. I’m begging for daddy’s cock.

He sends me a selfie, face covered in grease and oil, white bandanna doing it’s best to keep things reasonably clean.

I wanted him like that. Raw. Dirty. Not even time to shower. The pure animalisticness of it. I tell him and he saves the snap-text. Fodder for latter.

Daddy loves it when I wear tights and a skirt. I send him a picture of my legs, my tights slightly warn from a year or two of use and there is a hole in the left leg. It fits in with my home-dyed pink hair and ska t-shirt. He saves the picture. I know his weakness. He tells me he wants me too.

Then he sends me his address.

All this time we had either met at coffee shops or my place. I had never been to his before. I didn’t even know what neighborhood he lived in. I had a vague idea about what part of town, but that was it.

I ask if he is serious.

He said he was. That she’s out of town for a few days.

I looked it up, 20-30 minutes away. I think of his cock. It’s no question.

I don’t shower. I don’t change. I haven’t shaved in a few weeks, my dye needs to be touched up.

But that’s not the point. We are horny and needy. He is hard. I’m so wet and so turned on I ache.

It’s raining. I grab a hoodie and head over. I listen to music to steady myself but I’m nervous. I hope she’s really out of town and this isn’t one of those lifetime movies where the mistress gets murdered.

I get a message while I’m driving and I check it later at a long light as I wait for a train to pass.

“When you get here I want you to strip for me.”

I park in front. He’s waiting for me in his garage door. Smiling. I’m suddenly shy. I say “hi” awkwardly and shuffle a bit as he closes the garage door. He’s still smiling. He takes off my purse and puts it on one of his bikes.

And suddenly he is kissing me. And I’m kissing him. And he’s taking off my clothes as I kiss his neck. He couldn’t find my skirt zipper so he just pulls it over my head. He strips me down to my stockings and looks at me. He notices my bike shorts. I tried explaining they were to make sure my tattoo was hidden, I had spent all day with family. He pulls them off.

His hands are everywhere. He’s grabbing and spanking my ass. I’m wearing nothing but tights. We’re still in his garage. My hands are everywhere. I don’t notice till I’m on the floor in front of him on my knees that I had helped him strip too. His shirts gone, his pants pulled down to his knees.

I tease him. I kiss his thighs, his stomach, up his thighs, across his hip bones. My hands feeling everywhere I can reach. He’s impatient. He grabs his cock and slaps my face with it to let me know. He leans over and slaps my ass. His hands bury themselves in my hair. He never forces or pushes. They stay in my hair, warm caressing, trusting me to drive him wild.

I keep teasing him. Now occasionally fondling his balls and licking slowly the base of his shaft. He growls. I take him in.

He tells me what a good slut I am for daddy. Tries to keep up talking. But soon he is too distracted. He just stands there , his arms hanging by his side. He cannot think. I can not think.

I look up at him.

“You’re so pretty.”

I’m shy again. “What do you want daddy?”

He want’s to cover me in cum. What do I want? Him inside me.

Neither of us have condoms.

I want him to fill my ass.

I stand up, we’re kissing again. He considers it for all of 5 seconds before he’s untieing his boots and asking me to help untie the other one. I take off my tights. We’re both naked in his garage. His hands are everywhere. And he’s kissing me and I’m kissing him. He’s naked and beautiful. I’m back on my knees, he’s in my mouth. He’s coming down to the floor. Soon we’re just laying on the concrete. Me beside him, his cock in my mouth. Him perched up on one arm watching me.

He asks me to touch myself. Another weakness of daddy.

I tease myself lightly. I’m soaked. Slowly I put a finger in. I’m impossibly hot. It’s on fire. I gasp and forget his cock. One hand is back in my hair, gently guiding me this time back to him.
Still he is gentle.

Our original goal is forgotten. He begins to finger me. I am touching him everywhere. Him alternating between feeling my body and reminding my head to go back on his shaft when I get too distracted.

The hand in my hair suddenly uses a bit more pressure. My mouth is full. I swallow, A second pump comes, I swallow again. I hear him chuckle, he is happy, I did a good job taking it all. I stay for a second before licking to make sure it’s all cleaned up.

He and I get up. He offers me water. I tell him he shuts down every time the second he comes and it wasn’t fair for him to finish first. That I was going to finish later at home and send him pictures and not invite him. He said he knows and he expects it.

Then we just talked for a couple hours.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aakyy5/in_his_garage_mf_warning_cheating