by Desconhecido
She was still staring at his crotch when he suddenly rolled out from underneath the car and caught her in the act.
“If you really wanna see it, all you gotta do is ask,” he said.
She knew she was blushing again, but she didn’t care. She really did want to see his cock, so she decided to go for it.
“Show me,” she said.
There was nothing shy about him. He grinned as he set his wrench aside and slowly unzipped his Levis, slipping one hand inside his pants to withdraw his long, thick cock.
Brooke’s eyes widened at the sight of it. It was so damn perfect, slightly paler than the rest of his deeply-tanned skin, with a slight curve to it. The head was smooth and had a deep pinkish-purple hue. Light blue veins criss-crossed their way up and down the length of the shaft.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
She could only nod and mumble something unintelligible. She was not normally this awkward around a man, but something about Mr. Mechanic had her all flabbergasted. She felt like a schoolgirl looking at her first cock.
He moved closer. She could feel the heat of his body as he pressed her back against the wall. His dark eyes fixed onto hers and she felt as if he were reading her mind.
He took one of her hands and placed it on his hard cock as he leaned in to kiss her, nibbling her lower lip before insinuating his tongue into her mouth. She opened her mouth to let his tongue explore. Her fingers tightened around his cock as she felt it growing longer and thicker, getting harder as she began to stroke it.
Her nipples were hard little points against the front of her damp shirt, hot and throbbing with the need to be touched. As if he’d read her mind, Mr. Mechanic slipped a hand beneath her top and ran it up to cup one of her breasts, gently applying pressure. His fingers sank into her soft, firm flesh and his palm pressed down on her nipple.
He massaged her breast, kneading it gently, then he ran a thumb slowly back and forth across her hard nipple, sending wild sensations through her entire body with every stroke. Their kissing became hotter, his tongue searching every inch of her mouth.
She released her grip on his cock and pulled away from him, going to her knees on the dirty concrete floor. His dick bobbed in front of her and she took it in her hand again, running her tight fist up and down the length of it as she ran her wet pink tongue around the tip.
He ran his fingers through her soft brown hair, pushing it back on both sides of her face, tilting her head up so he could look into her seductive eyes as she worked on his cock.
She took him into her mouth slowly, savoring the hot, hard smoothness of his cock as it slid across her tongue.
He pushed his jeans down a little further, giving her access to his balls. She cupped them in her hand and massaged them, rolling them around against her palm, stroking and caressing him the way she knew guys liked to be stroked and caressed.
A small moan escaped from the back of his throat, deep and slightly restrained. Brooke wasn’t about to let him get away with that. If he was going to moan, she was going to make him moan like he meant it.
She took his cock deeper into her mouth and tightened her lips around it as she came up again, letting the head of his cock slip from her mouth so she could lick and nibble it.
She went down again, this time taking nearly every inch of him. This time when he moaned it was long and low, a deep moan of pleasure that was completely unmistakable.
She moved her head up and down, sucking his cock and working her tongue on it at the same time. She kept one hand tight around the base of his shaft and continued to massage his balls with her free hand.
He pulled her to her feet suddenly and kissed her urgently, taking hold of the bottom of her shirt, which he drew up and over her head, tossing it aside as he went to his knees in front of her.
He dragged her shorts and panties down to her ankles. She worked them over her sandals and kicked them off to one side.
Then she felt his fingers on the lips of her pussy, pulling them apart, the tips of them stroking and probing her until her slippery juices began to spill over them.
He ran his tongue around her wet entrance and then dragged it up the length of her pink folds, seeking her aroused clit and taking it into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the top of it as he pulled it into his mouth with a gentle suction.
She squirmed against his face, rubbing her wet pussy on his mouth, and now it was her turn to moan.
He stood up and kissed her again, running his hands over her tits and leaving behind grease marks, then he carried her over to a work table and set her down on the edge of it.
She opened her legs wide as he knelt in front of her. Her fingers slid through the thick tangle of his hair, around to the back of his head, and she pulled his face to her pussy. He worked his tongue inside her, his nose pressed hard against her clit.
She moaned, arching her back as he fucked her with his tongue, pushing it deep inside her and occasionally drawing it out to lick her soft pink lips. When he slid a finger into her, she nearly screamed from the pleasure it produced.
He stood up, leaving her gasping and panting as he got undressed. A can of motor oil sat next to her and he picked it up, holding it above her chest for a long moment before tilting it.
The dense golden-brown oil spilled between her tits and ran in a thick river down to her belly, pooling around her navel before spreading out and continuing its slow trek into the dark curls of hair covering the mound of her pussy.
He set the can of oil aside and pressed his hands together on her stomach, slowly running them up until just below her tits where they went their separate ways, each hand sliding over an oil-slick breast.
She loved the satiny sensation of the motor oil-the way it made her nipples roll easily against his palms.
He brought his hands down again, over her belly, over the tops of her legs and along her inner thighs.
She held her hands out and he knew what she wanted. He picked up the can of oil and tilted it, pouring some into her palms. She wrapped both hands around his cock and smeared it with the motor oil, slowly moving her hands up and down, running one hand between his legs to massage the oil over his balls.
She leaned back and drew her knees up, opening herself wide for him. He moved as close to the edge of the table as he could get, watching her as she guided his slippery cock to the entrance of her pussy.
The head of it nudged against her, pushing its way into her opening. She felt it slipping into her one hard, slick centimeter at a time. He stopped about halfway inside her and slowly withdrew, leaving the head of his cock poised at her entrance for one teasing moment before sliding into her again, this time a little quicker, not stopping until his throbbing erection was buried deep inside her tight, gripping pussy.
He leaned down and captured one of her stiff nipples in his mouth, sucking hard on it as he began to pump his hips. He worked his tongue over the nipple inside his mouth, circling the goose bump-covered areola, flicking back and forth over the nipple itself, and then he moved over to work on her other nipple.
His thrusts were long and slow, each one filling her to the hilt, making her moan as her body responded with tiny electrical charges of pleasure.
She lifted her ass away from the table, wanting to open herself as wide as possible for him.
He gradually increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts until he was driving into her, slamming his cock in deep, his balls slapping against the cheeks of her ass in a rhythmic dance.
He seemed to know when she was on the edge and he would stop, letting her squirm and moan beneath him until she nearly begged him to put his cock inside her again. She finally locked her legs around his waist and kept him there, urging him to fuck her harder by using her legs to pull him back inside her each time he withdrew.
Her first orgasm was nothing less than explosive. She arched her back and pushed her wet pussy down on his cock. He stayed there, his cock trapped deep inside her as she came.
When she finished, she
fell away from him, breathing hard, her cheeks flushed with the heat of her orgasm.
He kissed her.
“What about you?” she asked.
His cock slipped out of her as she sat up. She took hold of it and began to stroke him, moving her hand easily up and down his slick shaft. She liked the way it pulsed in her hand.
She watched his face as she jerked him off, letting his expressions guide her. When he closed his eyes and moaned, she knew she’d found the right pressure and rhythm and she kept it up.
She slipped off the edge of the table, not breaking the rhythm, and knelt in front of him. She leaned up to lick the head of his cock as she continued to give him a hand job. The look on his face-a slight smile, his closed eyes-let her know that it wouldn’t be long.
She knew what she wanted.
“Does that feel good?” she asked.
She made her voice sexy-the harsh, excited whisper she knew turned a lot of guys on. “Do you want to come?”
He made a noise in the back of his throat. It was an unintelligible grunt, something more along the lines of animal lust.
“Would you like to fuck my tits?”
He made a soft grunt and nodded, opening his eyes to look into hers. She saw his desire and his need for release in those eyes. He may have been playing it cool, but he was on the verge of letting it all go now and giving in to the force of nature.
She leaned closer, placing his thick cock between her tits and pushing them together to seal his cock in their slick embrace. She started running them her tits along the full length of his cock, flicking her tongue against the head of his dick each time it peeked up from her cleavage.
He put his hands on her shoulders to support his weight and began pumping his hips, taking charge of the situation, his eyes shut once again as he let the slick warmth of her breasts caress his hard-on.
She caught the head of his cock in her mouth on the upstroke and sucked hard, working her tongue around the edge of it, teasing the little opening at the tip, then she released it with a wet pop and he continued to fuck her oil-slickened cleavage.
She watched as he moved faster, thrusting his dick up between her tits, drawing it back again. The tip of it had turned almost purple, his shaft was red and the veins stood out. His balls were heavy with cum, dragging against her slick skin just above her ribs.
“Close…” he said, forcing the word out with a grunt.
“Come on,” she urged him. “Come all over my tits.”
He groaned and his cock exploded. A thick spurt of creamy-white cum hit her chin and dribbled down her neck. His cock jerked again, squirting hot spurts of cum that soaked her neck and her chest.
He finally stopped coming, his cock still and satiated between her tits, the last of his cum dribbling from the tip.
She looked up at him and smiled, moving her tits slowly on his cock, smearing his cum up and down.
“If you’re this good at lubricating cars,” she said, “I might be on the road again before the sun goes down.”
“Sorry, ma’am,” he said in his slow Texas drawl, “but we’re closed on Sunday. Looks like you’ll have to wait around ’til morning.”
She stood up and kissed him, feeling his hard cock standing up against her belly. If another night in town was the way it had to be, she figured she could deal with that just fine.
Maid for You
Samantha came home and found Brad sitting on the couch in front of the TV, drinking beer and watching a porno movie.
“Why do you watch that stuff?” she asked.
She glanced at the screen and saw a big-breasted blonde on her hands and knees, taking on two guys, one in her mouth and one in her pussy.
“That’s just disgusting,” she said, but she didn’t mean it at all. What she really felt was insecure. How could she measure up to that sort of thing?
“Would you please turn it off?” she asked.
He didn’t want to turn it off, but he wasn’t in the mood to fight, and he knew that telling her no would upset her.
“Okay,” he muttered, switching off the DVD player.
“Thank you,” she said on her way out of the room.
Brad hated when she got this way. He knew her problem, and it wasn’t that she was anti-porn. He knew, in fact, that she watched the stuff herself when he wasn’t around. She even enjoyed it.
It all boiled down to self-esteem. No matter how many times he told Samantha how beautiful she was and how much he loved her, she had absolutely no confidence in her looks. In her mind, she was twenty pounds overweight, her hair was plain, and her tits sagged. She was always worried about something.
The constant insecurity drove Brad nuts. He liked her the way she was, and as far as her tits went, they were all natural. Sure, maybe they hung a little low, but that was because they were big and heavy. Samantha wasn’t one of those air-brushed bimbos with plastic tits.
How he felt about her didn’t matter, though. He could tell her night and day that no other woman could turn his head, but she’d never believe him.
Therein lay her problem with pornography. She couldn’t stand the idea of Brad watching other women naked and having sex. She believed he had fantasies about those women, that he’d rather fuck porn star than her.
Not true. Watching the sex aroused him, but it was his wife that he desire. He was as aroused by her these days as he’d been when they first met. When he watched the dirty movies, all he thought about was how lucky he was to have a woman in his life that he wanted to do those nasty, kinky things with.
Samantha was already in bed when he turned in for the night. She lay on her side, facing away from his side of the bed. He knew she was only pretending to be asleep. She wasn’t going to talk to him. That was his consequence.
He kissed her on the cheek and rolled over, his back to hers, and eventually drifted off to sleep.
* * * *
She was at the kitchen table reading the newspaper when Brad came down for his morning coffee ritual. Her hair was slightly mussed and she wore a short wrap-around silk robe. She looked inviting.
“Morning, babe,” he said.
He bent down to kiss her. She turned her cheek to him. It was obvious she hadn’t yet decided to allow him back into her good grace.
He poured a cup of coffee and carried it to the table. “How long do you plan to keep this up?” he asked.
“Keep what up?” she asked casually, her face hidden behind the newspaper.
“Crucifying me because I watched a bad movie,” he said.
“I guess for as long as I feel like it,” she said.
“Can you give me a round-about idea?” he asked. “You look really sexy this morning, and I’d like to clear off the table and fool around.”
He felt her tension slide away. Although he couldn’t see behind the newspaper, he would almost bet she was struggling not to laugh. She really couldn’t stay mad at him when he set his mind to making her give in.
“Just give me a little action. You can go back to crucifying me later.”
That was it. Her laughter finally came. “You’re such a pervert.”
She set the paper down as he came around the table and kissed her. She untied the sash of her robe, allowing it to fall open. He ran his hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples under his palms. They were already hard.
She pushed her tongue into his mouth as he lifted her and set her on the table. He pulled her ass to the table’s edge. She opened her legs for him as he knelt in front of her and buried his face between them, one hand going down to pull her panties to one side, the other grabbing him by the back of his head to pull his face tight against her pussy.
He licked the plump lips of her pussy and worked his tongue through the kinky blonde curls until he found her slick, pink inner lips. He ran his tongue over the soft folds and slowly made his way up, taking her clit between his lips to nibble it. She moaned, pumping her pussy against his face.
He stood up and pushed his boxers dow
n. His erect cock sprang out, alive and ready for action. He stroked his shaft a couple of times, then he placed it against her slick opening and eased it inside her. The plump lips of her pussy separated and her slippery inner lips folded back in wet welcome. His cock disappeared in one smooth thrust. He kissed her hard on the mouth and then caught one of her stiff pink nipples in his mouth.
She drew her knees back and opened them as wide as she could, watching as he pounded her pussy with deep strokes. He held her by her hips, keeping her steady, pumping into her until she started to gasp and moan.
“Don’t stop… you’re making me come!” Samantha screamed, panting.
Her pussy squeezed his cock, caressing the length of it as he continued fucking her. The hot grip of her slick cunt massaging his dick was enough to take Brad over the top with her. He groaned as his cock erupted inside her.
She moaned as the first wave of her climax washed through her belly, locking her legs around his waist. Her tits flopped up and down, nearly smacking her in the face. She shuddered against him, finally relaxing as the last of his hot cream squirted deep inside her.
He collapsed on top of her, his sweaty chest against her soft boobs. They were spent, breathing heavy, both of them completely satiated.
She finally mustered up a kiss.
“You’re forgiven,” she said.
* * * *
Samantha poured another cup of coffee. Brad had gone off to work. She carried her coffee into the attic and began sorting through cardboard boxes, looking for Brad’s stash of porn. She knew he had one.
She found what she was looking for and went through the box, checking out the glossy porno magazines. She’d known about them for some time now, and while she didn’t like the fact that he looked at them, she didn’t make a fuss about it so long as he kept them away from her.
She opened one of the magazines and thumbed through the pages, stopping now and then when something caught her eye. She had to admit, some of what she saw excited her. She enjoyed looking at other people having sex. Something about watching strangers fuck made her feel especially naughty.