The lobby of the auto body shop is drab. It’s drearily dull in its grey colored walls. Black carpet mats are strewn about the floors indicating high traffic areas. Vinyl stacking chairs are filled with people in various stages of patience as they wait for their vehicles. I choose a seat far away from the man violently tapping his foot and glaring menacingly at the wall clock, as if he could bully the repairs into taking less time. The acrid scent of oil and burned coffee fill the room. The mounted flat-screens scattered throughout the room play mindless television made inaudible by the grinding, whining, and whirring in the shop. I barely hear my name when you shout it into the lobby.
You mosey around the countertop that separates the garage from the lobby and walk towards me. You’re so handsome. I notice the bulge in your pants instantly and bite my lower lip. Fuck. Our eyes meet and you grin widely. You caught me looking. I feel my face redden as I hurriedly look away. You chuckle under your breath.
“Let’s go to the office. It’s loud in here,” you shout. I stand and walk to your side as you watch my minidress settle against my body. The hemline falls mid-thigh and fits snugly around my ass. The open front camisole hugs my breasts and its sky blue color compliments my fair skin. You hear the clickety-clack of my ivory kitten heels and appreciate the buckles wrapped around the ankles of my slender legs. You extend your arm and silently motion to the door at the other end of the lobby.
I sway my hips seductively as I stride past you en route to the door. I run my hands along my backside, pretending to smooth my dress. I want you to see the shape of my body. I sneak a glance at you over my shoulder and bite my lip when I see you hypnotized by the rhythmic side to side motion of my ass.
We reach the door and you open it with one hand. Your other hand boldly nestles on my hip opposite of you, guiding me into the hallway and down the appropriate path to the office. You squeeze tightly and ruffle the fabric of my dress, touching my exposed skin. I gasp. You smirk and release me. You’re being cheeky.
The office is even more bland than the lobby. There’s an ordinary desk and swivel chair, a bookshelf to one side, and small filing cabinets strewn about the floor. The thin layer of dust on the bookshelf and cabinets tell me that the office isn’t used often.
You prop yourself against the nearest wall and cross your arms against your chest. You seem so relaxed in khaki pants and a tucked in polo shirt embroidered with the shop’s logo.
“You wanna sit down?” You wave at the chair behind the desk. You don’t get many visitors here.
“No, no thank you.”
It’s cold in here and I feel my nipples harden. I cross my arms in an attempt at modesty, but soon after realize that my breasts are now compressed, emphasizing the hollow of my cleavage.
My mind wanders as you talk about the protective lattice of shock absorbing components that make up a car’s suspension system and ensure a smooth ride. You toss out words that I don’t understand: struts, control arms, tie rods.
“With the type of vehicle, cost of parts and labor, it’ll be around five-thousand dollars to replace the suspension.”
“What?” I yelp. “I can’t. I can’t afford that!”
Your brow furrows and you purse your lips in thought. You shrug.
“There’s got to be a way we can work this out. I just don’t have a lot of options right now.” I walk to you and place my hands on either of your forearms as you continue to cross your arms. “Please, I’m just a few hundred dollars short. Isn’t there something that you want?”
“I could probably think of a few things.” You smile and wrap your arms around my body, pulling me up against you. You kiss me deeply and I moan softly. Your tongue gently laps at mine as you slide your hands down my body and up under the hem of my dress. You squeeze my cheeks tightly and savor the warmth of my soft skin in your palms.
Your hands feel rough against me as you tug off my thong and resume your grip on my ass. I feel your hard cock pressed up against me. I use my fingers to caress your length through the fabric in your pants. You’re so hard already. Suddenly, you tear at the hem of my dress, lifting it up and over, before tossing it across the room. I have nothing to shield me from the cold now and my body erupts in cold shivers. Your eyes travel the length of my body, appreciating my round full breasts, the voluptuous curves of my thighs, and the clean shaven mound of my pussy. My skin burns with the intensity of your gaze.
You slowly walk behind the desk and unzip your pants, releasing your hard cock. You sit in the chair and gesture for me to stand before you. You wrap your hand around the head of your cock and gently massage it as I cross the room towards you.
“You will address me as sir from now on. Do you understand?”
Yes… sir.”
“Very good. Get on your knees. Now.”
I do as you say and fall to my knees in front of you. You stop stroking yourself and set your hands on either arm rest. I meet your gaze and you nod silently.
I hold your cock in place with one hand and lick you from base to tip. My tongue darts across the swollen head of your cock while I squeeze the base tightly. Your thighs tense and you moan softly. Your pleasure excites me and I take more of your cock in my mouth. My mouth meets the edge of my fist and I steadily pump your cock.
Your precum coats my tongue as I continue to suck your cock. I release my grip and take your length in my mouth. You hit the back of my throat and moan loudly. Your hand flies to the back of my head and you wrap your fingers in my hair, holding me in place.
“Fuck. Right there,” you rasp. Your hips buck against my face and I gag. You withdraw enough for me to catch a breath before forcing your hard cock back inside. I squirm on the floor beneath you. I’m so wet. I want you inside me. I want to feel your cock deep inside me.
Your other hand reaches the back of my head and wraps its fingers in my hair. Using both hands to manipulate the motion of my head, you force my mouth down on your cock. You start fucking my face hard and fast. I feel your balls slapping against my face with every thrust. I can’t speak. I can’t breathe. I can only whimper. Your hard cock pummels my mouth as you continue to fuck my pretty little face.
“Fuck…. fu-u-u-ck, God, yes,” you pant.
My lungs burn and I feel woozy with the lack of oxygen. I’m nauseated by my active gag reflex. I’m so fucking wet.
“I’m gonna cum. Shit, I’m gonna fucking explode.” You slam your cock down my throat once, twice, three times before spilling your hot cum in my mouth. My mouth fills and I swallow. Ropes of thick cum continue to pour out of you and I swallow again. You pull your cock out of my mouth and I gasp. My mouth hangs open as I gulp air, its dripping with cum and spit.
“You’re mine now. Do you understand?”
I nod and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. You stand and regain your composure by zipping your pants and tucking in your polo. I reach for my thong, but you knick it from my hand. You bring it to your nose and inhale deeply before placing it in your side pocket.
I collect my dress from across the room and toss it on quickly. You walk to my side and turn me to face you.
“Tomorrow, I fuck you til you scream.” You kiss me and I shiver.
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