I’ll never forget the first time I stepped into Ferro Custom Racing. It was a hell of a way to begin a new job. Roxanna Ferro stood encircled by a handful of her mechanics whilst unzipping her coveralls as they leered at her and whooped amongst themselves. The white, midriff-baring tank top she wore that day would become a familiar sight. She stopped the zipper at the waist and tied the coverall sleeves into a knot just below her navel. Making one brief pause to roll her sinewy shoulders, she leaped up and grabbed the strut of an empty hydraulic lift.
“Kiss my ass, you fucking pussies,” she said over her shoulder. “Just watch me!”
She proceeded to use the strut as a chin-up bar in full view of her staff. I was impressed by the muscles on her sleek but powerful upper body, which reminded me of Sarah Connor in Terminator 2. With each rep she grunted like an animal. The improvised belt cinched around her slim waist accentuated her curvy hips and round, taut ass.
“Eight, *Ng!* Nine, *Ng!* TEN!” she crowed, dropping down and cocking her head at one of her mechanics.
“You got cash, Jerry,” she asked, panting, “Or should I pull it out of your check on Friday?”
As Jerry dug around in his pocket Roxanna noticed me and saw the nametag on my coveralls.
“Hey there, Adam,” she said, pointing to a door at the back of the garage, “Wait for me in the office that says Carmine Ferro. I’ll interview you in a minute.”
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I got the job. In less than a month I distinguished myself as Roxanna’s best auto diagnostician. I know cars and I stay up to date on the changes in technology that are always occurring. She was an accomplished mechanic and diagnostician herself, which is why, I imagine, her father left her in charge of the shop instead of any of her older brothers when he passed on. Carmine ran one of Orange County’s best specialty racing garages, and his presence still seemed to loom over the place. His office (hers now) had lots of framed photos of them working on cars together when she was a child and into her teen years. Looked like she was born holding a wrench.
I won’t call her cute. Yes, she’s a short woman— about 4’11, so sometimes she did look comical clambering up the side of a hood to check hoses or pull out a dipstick. She kept her hair in two buns that kinda reminded me of mouse ears.
I didn’t understand at first how any woman could feel comfortable showing that much skin in a garage, but once I saw how she spent her breaks it became clear. She kept a heavy bag in the corner of the shop and made a point of working it bare-knuckled three times a day. I loved watching her tits bounce as she’d punch that bag. She was a B-cup, but you don’t need more than that for a good handful. Everyone’s eyes probably went to her chest and ass when she worked out, but in no time they were completely intimidated by those furious arms of hers. I could tell she could pulverize anyone guy the shop.
You think I’m exaggerating? Fuck you, dude. Any boxing fan knows that short opponents are deadly. If some tall motherfucker attacked her, he’d be forced to punch downward, using only his shoulder and arm muscles. Roxy could use her whole body. Underneath that bubble-butt were some powerful glutes. Any of her uppercuts would be devastating if she used her legs and hips to rise and *twist* with the momentum of the punch. If he didn’t tense his abs quickly enough he’d get his guts splashed against his spine. All that force channeled into the surface-area of her small, ungloved fist? Forget about it. Roxy embodied everything I loved about sports cars: She was a hard knot of speed and power in a sleek, contoured package.
Too bad she was my boss. Rather than risk a withering rejection, I contented myself with just jerking off every night to the thought of tearing her coveralls off and fucking her doggy-style over the tire-balancing machine.
I felt one of her punches recently. Lucky for me it was a friendly one.
“Hey, Logan,” she said, as she slugged my shoulder, “can you stay late tonight and do a job with me?” (She called me Logan sometimes because I look like Hugh Jackman.) I pretended the punch didn’t hurt.
I really did not want to be alone with her. I was trying hard to squelch my infatuation with her, and the AC in the shop was busted. After a day of watching her lean over things, straining the seat of her coveralls with that ass of hers, well, I was eager to just go home and relieve some tension.
“Sorry Roxy. It’s hot as balls out here. I just wanna get in the shower. Martin’s looking for some overtime, though so maybe—
“—Martin doesn’t have your brain. If I can’t figure out the problem I’ll need your opinion. We’ll be getting an extra $800 if we have this done by tomorrow. This rich kid’s got a BMW M3. I can probably handle it alone but I don’t want to be here all night.”
I turned away from the engine I was working on and faced her. She tugged at the straps of that same midriff-baring athletic tank top I mentioned at the outset. She was glistening with sweat. All of her exposed skin – her face, her midriff, her arms, her neck — had random splotches of oil and grease. It was smeared on her like war paint.
“An M3, huh? That might be interesting…. keep going…..”
“The guy says he’s modded it a bunch. There’s some intermittent noise he can’t account for.”
I chuckled. “Yeah… that could be a lot of things if he’s loaded it with aftermarket parts.”
“He needs the work done tonight. I’ll give you $250 and double-overtime.” She wiped her splotchy brow with the back of her hand. A few loose, limp strands of sweaty hair had already escaped her hair buns. “It will be hot, sticky work, but I need you.”
Hearing her say she needed me made it impossible to refuse. I just hoped I’d be able to get through our time without my attraction becoming too transparent.
“Bring some cokes and you’ve got a deal.”
“Deal, motherfucker!” she said, clouting me on the back as she hurried away. I forced myself not to look at her ass as she left.
Around 10pm we had the car in front of us and it was still hot as hell. Roxanna had to close the bay doors in order to cut down on the noise we’d need to make, making the air totally stagnant. It put us both in a foul mood.
Roxy sat in the driver’s seat of the M3 and revved the engine. The car rattled and snarled. She had her eyes fixed on the tachometer as she played with the throttle, so I stole a glance downward at her tits. They were such a treat to look at. I don’t know if it was the vibration of the car doing it, but her nipples were definitely hardening through her cotton tank top. I forced myself to look at the tach. I could tell by the knocking sound that this was going to be a headache. She shut the car off.
I sighed. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Yeah, that’s the fucking flywheel. He probably replaced it with a lightweight and it’s not bolted on right.” I saw the annoyance on her face as she mentally went through the steps it would take to fix the problem. She knew we’d have to remove the transmission and maybe even the whole engine. She hopped out and started for her toolbox.
An idea seized me. “Wait, Roxy, start her up again.” I positioned myself at the front of the car and stared down at the block under the open hood.
“Just open the doors, Adam. I’m getting overheated,” she called over her shoulder.
“It will only take a sec, boss! Let me just see—“
“Now, pleaaaasseee! I don’t want to be here all nighhhhhht…..” she sang.
It was too much. “For God’s *sake*, Roxanna! Will you stop being a bitch and just get back in the fucking *car*?” I roared. “If it’s the engine mount we can save a ton of fucking time!”
That was horrible of me. I think it was then that I decided I’d quit no matter what. True, I felt disrespected and I was irritable from the heat; but I knew a lot of my frustration was just my own immaturity. I wanted a woman I couldn’t have. There was no way I could keep working for her.
Roxy was shaken. She halted for a moment before turning back to me. Her face was red and sour as she stomped back over, clenching her fists. Oh shit. If she wanted to fight I might get a few punches in, but once she slipped past my guard those arms of hers would annihilate me. I stood my ground and to tried to not let my fear overpower my anger.
“COME AGAIN, ADAM?” she asked, grabbing the front of my coveralls.
I swallowed. “Either run the car and let me try to save you some fucking money, or you can take this job and cram it up your pint-sized ass. I won’t work for someone who doesn’t respect my diagnostic judgment.”
An evil glare was my only answer. She released me and got back in the driver’s seat. After twenty seconds she came back out to me with the car idling; hoping to see what I was seeing.
“Well?” she asked tersely.
“I— It might be the flywheel, but the way the engine moves when you rev it…..” I bent down next to her face so we would share the same line of vision. “I’ll bet you dollars to dimes it’s just a bad engine mount. The problems sound similar but you see that slight lurch?”
She saw it.
“Ok… but you don’t speak to me that way. Dad never tolerated that. I’m your boss!”
I stood at my full height. “Wrong again, short stuff!” I flicked one of her hair buns. “I’m still quitting!”
I went over to the M3 and shut it off.
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She followed me. Her breath quickened and her pupils dilated. “Fine! I’ve been looking for an excuse to fire you for weeks, anyway; asshole.”
“WHAT?!” I asked, incredulous. “WHY?”
“BECAUSE!” she shouted, grabbing my collar with both hands, “I DON’T FUCK EMPLOYEES!”
She pulled me down onto her mouth and kissed me passionately. This was a shock. I put my anger aside for a moment. She reached into the unzipped opening of my coveralls and started roaming her hands all across my undershirt, feeling the contours of my chest.
“Please don’t leave yet.” She began pulling me toward an empty workbench. “Just let me get this out of my system. Goddamn it, Adam, if you only knew how badly I’ve been wanting to fuck you.”
She leaned me against the workbench and I rested my elbows on the cool, stainless-steel surface once Roxy liberated my upper-body from my coveralls and stripped me of my undershirt. She gripped my arms and began running her tongue up and down my torso. Her breath was hot and urgent. She moved lower. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“My dad told me: ‘Don’t shit where your eat, Roxy,’” she said, pulling my cock out of my boxer shorts. “Tell me, Adam…. You ever meet a mechanic who could keep his mouth shut about pussy?”
“No,” I admitted. My cock throbbed as she gripped it with her hand. It felt good. That hand was callused and battered, but it was petite and powerful; just like the rest of her.
She moved downward until her lips hovering over my engorged dick. “Well you’ll be gone tomorrow and now I don’t need to worry about you gossiping. Can I please just suck this dick before you go?”
I exhaled and nodded.
She licked along my shaft and tickled the ridge of my helmet in a curling motion. A smile crept across her face as she looked up at me. She took the head between her soft lips, licking and sucking at it; clearly enjoying my agonized expression. Her messy face and her mousy hair buns made her look adorably sexy. Pleasure sparked through me as she cranked the shaft of my cock and bobbed her head up and down.
“Yes, Roxannaaaa,” I moaned, guiding her head with my hands.
My dick throbbed in the grip of her powerful little fist. She continued her cycle of rhythmic stroking on the lower half and she just sucked and slurped with her mouth on the top three inches. Drool and precum escaped her lips at regular intervals, lubricating her fingers as she jacked up and down. The way she hummed with pleasure as she pulled her head back with each bob— it drove me so wild that I knew I would blast in a few more seconds.
“I’m cumming!” I whispered urgently, as I felt myself cross the point of no return.
“Mmmmmmm!” She hummed, right before she popped me out and inhaled sharply. Her fist gripped my dick in a tight squeeze and she opened wide as she jerked me faster.
I watched my dick erupt in a spray of sticky cum that covered her tongue. She swallowed it immediately and the next pulse splashed her lips. She milked my cock with her fist and laughed as she licked her face clean and polished my deflating dick.
“Well you’re not on the clock anymore, Adam. But if you’ve got anything left in the tank I’d love it if you stayed and fucked me.” she said, tilting her head. “You want some pussy?”
“Only if it’s yours, Roxy.”
“Come get it, then.”
I reached down and gripped the bottom of her tank top. As I lifted it off of her, her large, round breasts were temporarily brought upward along with it and they dropped back down with a satisfying jiggle. There were two wheels stacked neatly a few feet away and she squealed when I swept her up and stood her on them. I was now eye-level with her pale, creamy flesh, and I eagerly began licking her pink gumdrop nipples. They stiffened under my tongue and the salty taste of her hot skin drove me crazy with lust.
I urgently grabbed the knot she had made of her coverall sleeves and untied her improvised belt. I shoved my hand into her coveralls, down the front of her wet panties and pulled them all down to her feet.
She ran her fingers through my hair and held my head tightly, pushing my face more firmly into her breasts. I grazed her nipples gently with my teeth and squeezed the flesh of her curvy, round ass with both hands. She leaned against me for balance and removed her steel-toe shoes. I began kissing the side of her neck and up to her earlobe and around the cuff, pausing to nuzzle and flick my tongue against it. I hoped my hot breath would tickle her a little bit as I whispered: “I’m going to eat your pussy….” I drew the last syllable out longer than necessary.
“Yeah??” she groaned. “Tell me more….”
Whether it’s car repair or pleasing women, you get very far by simply observing how the machinery responds when you make an adjustment. If something works well, just optimize it. So I made sure that the tip of my tongue was brushing against her skin as I whispered: “And then I’m going to *fuck* that pussy, Roxanna,” I breathed the words in her ear slowly, “Once I get my rod back I’m going to fuck you *hard*.”
She sucked air through gritted teeth and stepped off the tires right into my arms. Her limbs wrapped around me and I carried her back over to the empty workbench, devouring her mouth as I shuffled. As soon as I laid her down on the battered but clean stainless steel surface she spread her legs for me. Panting and smiling wickedly, she reached one hand around the back of my head and compelled me down between her thighs. I began licking.
“Oh Fuuuuuucccccckkkkkkk! Yesssss!” she moaned.
I rubbed the lower half of my face into her warm, well-groomed pussy; enjoying the taste of a beautiful woman. I grabbed her hips and pressed my tongue, lips and chin against her sensitive folds. I made a firm, determined circle around her cunt and pushed inward with my tongue. She moaned and swiveled her hips. I hoped that she wouldn’t figure out that I wasn’t yet making a determined effort to get her off. Is there anything more fun than exploring every fold and crevice of a pussy with your tongue? So why rush? Eating pussy is like hearing your favorite song come on the radio. You can’t listen forever, but you damn sure don’t want it to end soon.
My tongue traced upward and I began repetitively running the tip of my tongue against her hood. Listening to her whimper my name and tell me how good my mouth felt on her cunt had my cock hard again in short order.
“Yes, Adam! Yes, yes, YES!” she panted. “*Lick* meeeeee…….”
Roxanna emitted a wordless squeal and I knew a moment of pride when the thighs of my tough, sexy, former employer became a vice around my head. She fell back on her elbows and arched her back as she shuddered against my dirty, smiling, face. If we had been smart we’d have used the eyewash sink on our faces before we started. I’m glad we didn’t though. Roxy was glaring at me ferociously. Fucking her on this bench just didn’t seem right. It would be like driving a Ferrari in a school zone. I wanted her to fuck me at top gear. I had an idea.
“Ten chin ups ain’t shit, Roxy,” I said, panting. “Two-fifty says you won’t be able to get back in my arms and hit your O. I think you’ll conk out and I’ll just have to bend you over a taller stack of Goodyears to finish you off once your strength gives.”
She adopted a coy sneer as I took her back into my arms and she laced her fingers together behind my neck.
“You. Fucking. *Pussy*,” she hissed, as she encircled my waist with her legs and sat in my hands. “Just watch me!”
The tip of my cock separated the tight lips of her cunt as she sank slowly onto it. My jaw went slack with the hot, snug sensation of having her envelop my dick, inch by slippery inch.
“Your cunt feels so fucking good, Roxanna.” I said though gritted teeth. “Just use me.”
She licked her lips seductively as she slid up and down my hard dick. Her flesh parted to accommodate my width and I felt her grind her clit against me each time she filled herself with my cock. I was getting the best sex of my life.
“Tell me how it feels, Adam. Does your dick feel good fucking my pussy?” She pulled herself up and down.
“Yessss, you tough little bitch.” I whispered to her as I nuzzled the side of her head again. “Mmmmmmm, I can feel your wetness dripping all way down my cock.” I grazed my stubble against her soft cheek and I could tell she was responding. Her gaze was fierce and passionate.
“Fuck me good, Adam… I love your hands…. I love how they feel on me….”
I cupped her asscheeks, squeezing them as she rose and fell. Watching the effortless flexing of her arms and the powerful grip of her legs, I could see that, like Jerry before me, I had underestimated her strength. She was not going to tire herself out before cumming.
*“Fuck it. If I’m gonna lose I might as well lose in the best way possible.”*
I shifted the grip of my left hand and ran my index finger along the side of my dick as I pistoned in and out of her. When it was slippery I ran it along her asscrack.
“I bet you wish I was fucking you in the ass, don’t you, Roxanna?” As I whispered the question and pressed my face against the side of her head I simultaneously began circling her asshole with my wet finger.
She moaned and writhed in my grasp. I began hungrily kissing my way over to her mouth.
“That tight little asshole wants to be filled up with a nice, firm dick, doesn’t it?”
“Yes….” she whispered, in a barely audible breath. *“YES…..”*
I kneaded her ass cheeks as I helped her rise and fall. I put pressure on her asshole and rubbed it firmly until the digit slipped inside of her. She yelped with pleasure. I increased the intensity of my upward thrusting and our bodies clapped wetly.
“UGH! YES!” She panted with her eyes screwed shut. “Oh god, yessss! I want you to fill my pussy with cummmmmmm!”
I fingered her asshole gently and pounded her pussy, moaning about how good it would feel to empty myself inside of her.
“YEEEEAAAGHHH!” She screamed, and I felt her pussy somehow get even tighter. “I’m CUMMINGGGG! AGH!” One of her hands shot up and ran through my hair, gripping my head.
I looked downward. The increased tightness and the sight of her beautiful tits jiggling as she slid along my cock was too much. My voice was between a howl and a yodel as I began spurting shot after shot of my jizz inside of her. Some of the spurts were at the height of her bucking, and I felt them ooze immediately back down my cock. The rest came right when I was balls-deep, shooting far up within her. I shuffled her over to the wall and pressed her against it, kissing her pretty mouth until I couldn’t carry her anymore.
After we dressed we staggered over to the eyewash sink and took turns spraying our faces with cool water. Her white tank top became soaked and transparent. She was so beautiful.
“I need your help, Adam. I don’t want you to go,” she said, hugging me as I began to step away.
“I’m not leaving yet, Roxy. I need to know if I’m right first. Let me get my tools.” I said, squeezing her in return.
And yes, as it turns out I was completely right about the bad engine mount! She rehired me and we fixed it together.
At the end of the night she allowed me to get behind her and hold her in my arms as we stood admiring the M3. Just gearhead pillow-talk. She rested the back of her head against my chest and sipped her coke. Elbow in the air, her other hand caressed the back of my head. I think she liked the way her fingers felt moving through my hair. I liked it, too.
“Please don’t fuck this up, Logan,” she said. “Be discrete and don’t act any differently. Don’t make eyes at me from across the shop or start bringing me coffees in the morning. As long as I don’t get a UTI from your dirty dick and balls I’d really like to do this again.”
“Hmmmm….. so I just have to wait for the next time we get a late-night rush order? Or for you get horny enough to fire me? I’m not sure if I like those conditions, Roxy.” She turned around and stood on her toes. I lowered my mouth onto hers.
“Well, if it gets intolerable you can always quit,” she said, between kisses. “Just be sure to see me in my office first.”
*FIN*
Special thanks goes to u/GotMyOrangeCrush for his help with all technical elements related to automobiles. This story would have sounded stupid without him. It is only **against** his advice that I had the characters even briefly running an engine in a closed garage. **Don’t do that!**
Special thanks as well goes to u/AdventuresofaTBD for her editorial expertise, which she provided once again for a pittance. Lily, thank you.
Last but never least I wish to thank u/moon-admirer for giving me some advice on how to make the sex just a little bit hotter and being a very thorough beta-reader. She also helped with [“The Beekeeper’s Beautiful Wife”](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hqsh4d/i_18m_got_to_fuck_the_beekeepers_gorgeous_wife/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) and deserves my thanks for that as well.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ibcd0z/my_boss_29f_is_a_foultempered_411_automechanic
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