B. Dickens - When she was bad

1:00 p.m…

Carol had been looking forward to this particular afternoon for several weeks already. She was to take their car to the garage for its annual inspection and tune-up. Now, being totally uninterested in the workings of an automobile, it wasn't the car inspection that had the housewife so excited that she was creaming in her panties as she pulled into the station. Rather, it was the thought of her own upcoming inspection and "lube job" by the man now coming toward her out of the station office, William Alden.

Wiping his hands on a grimy red rag, the station owner felt his cock give a lurch of anticipation as he watched Carol swing her long, shapely legs out of the Cutlass. He ran his hands through his rumpled hair several times in a mostly futile attempt to give it some order, then grinned at himself when he noticed what he was doing.

Fuck that! he thought. He knew a lot of the classy ladies like Carol who had the hots for him were attracted by the slightly sleazy, and therefore highly erotic idea of making it with a lowly "grease monkey", and his disreputable appearance just added to that. He was a good looking man, if a bit grimy, and that too added to the fantasy for all the bored housewives. As for will, if they wanted to work out their sexual fantasy games with him, he'd be more than happy to oblige. Not only did it keep his randy dick buried to the balls in dozens of hot pussies each week, but it also kept a steady flow of work into his station!

And Carol Bristol was both one of his most demanding and, judging by her frequent returns, one of his most satisfied customers. She'd been coming to his garage now-in more ways than one-for at least two years now. Twice a year for major car service like this visit, and at least once a month for some of Will's own hard-driving personal stud service.

"Hey, Tony!" he shouted to a young man working at the gas pumps. "Get Mrs. Bristol's car into bay number two, then watch the front for a while. I'm going to be… busy!" he added with a grin as he stepped up to the luscious woman.

"Hello, Mrs. Bristol," he smiled, hands on his hips.

"Hello yourself, William," Carol replied coolly, her green eyes on the growing bulge in the handsome man's overalls. Glancing around quickly to make sure they were not being observed, she stepped forward and swung her hand into his crotch, feeling the throbbing weight of his tool while looking him in the eye. Her knees shook slightly as she thought of the wonderful "inspection" they were both about to do on each other.

Will laughed and slipped an arm over her shoulder, letting the hand dangle down to clutch at one of her firm, thrusting tits through the soft fabric of her flimsy blouse. "You sure are hot for it today, doll face! But I think maybe we'd better get into my office before we get arrested for indecent exposure here in public!"

Carol also laughed and leaned on Will's broad shoulder as they hurried into the station, moving through the small front room to his private office in the back. Of course, "office" was giving it the benefit of the doubt, for it wasn't much more than a small room off the main garage into which he had pushed a desk, chair and-most importantly for customer relations, a large old couch. It still carried the heavy odor of mingled oil, gas and male sweat, and Will had made no attempt to remove that-he knew it added to the atmosphere for his horny lady customers.

He hadn't even had time to shut the door before Carol again had her hands in his crotch, whipping the zipper down and eagerly yanking his huge prick free. "Oh, baby, I've been waiting so long for this…" she whispered quietly as she held his fat cock in both hands and stroked up and down on it, watching it get bigger and fatter by the second.

Will was truly hung like a horse, with a ten-inch shaft as big around as a baseball bat, and balls that hung low in a hairy bag, churning with his load of man goo. He knew his impressive equipment was one of the other reasons his ladies kept coming back. Well, maybe the main reason.

"You like my cock, huh baby?" he laughed, stroking his fingers over her cheek. Carol's eyes remained locked on his imposing pole and she simply smiled and shook her head in agreement.

"Let's get naked!" she whispered, releasing his throbbing dick to start tugging at her own clothing, quickly stripping down to the buff. Will followed suit, dropping his overalls with long-practiced ease, and then the horny couple moved quickly into each other's arms.

Will wrapped his muscular arms around Carols voluptuous body, pulling her in tightly so that her huge, full breasts mashed out against his chest, and his thick cock rubbed up between their squirming bellies. He opened his mouth wide and pressed it down hard to her pouting lips, while tightening his grip to pull her entire body in tighter to his, loving the feel of her fantastic figure squirming against him, pressing together every tiny inch of flesh that they could. Sliding his hands lower down her sloping back he squeezed and fondled her firm buttocks, pulling her hips up tight, and grinning into her soft mouth as he felt her spread her legs wider to fit the fat base of his cock in between the flowering lips of her juicy blonde snatch.

Carol's own hands were busy exploring Will's body as well. She loved the feel of his powerful muscles rippling just below his skin as he moved against her, the urgent way he Frenched her, his tongue like a miniature cock, fucking her wet mouth.

But the one muscle she most enjoyed handling was the hefty shaft of meat thrusting up powerfully from his groin. "Is that a monkey-wrench, or are you just glad to see me?" she giggled as she slid one hand between them to again grasp the hot length of his throbbing cock.

Will almost came then and there as the beautiful woman began to jack him off, standing in the middle of his cramped office. He loved to fuck women, loved to eat pussy, loved to have them blow him, even a female hand wrapped lovingly around his dick could drive him crazy with lust. He didn't really care how this gorgeous woman took care of him, as long as she kept on doing it again and again!

He moved back slightly, putting his hands on his hips, thrusting his groin out at her like a male stripper. "That's the way, doll, let's play a little 'Pump the Python'!"

Carol grinned and wrapped her slender hand tighter around the hot shaft of his cock, bringing her other hand up to cup his heavily hanging balls and fondle the fat goose-eggs there. She stroked in firm, up and down motions of her wrist, increasing the pressure slightly on each upward pull, until she was only slightly this side of wringing his prick painfully tight. She bent over at the waist to stare more closely at her handful of male meat, fascinated as the heavy crown on top got darker and darker red in arousal. She licked her lips lewdly as a small bubble of white jizz oozed from the slit.

"To heck with just priming the pump!" she said softly, her eyes never straying from his jerking cock. "I want to jerk you off and watch you shoot!"

Will groaned and closed his eyes, tilting his head back as he thrust his hips back and forth into her masturbating fist. If this hot little lady wanted to watch him come, he'd damn sure give her the show of her life! He knew that with a hot piece of ass like Carol there'd be no problem in getting it up again-and again, and again!

A trickle of cunt-juice drooled down the inside of Carol's thighs as the horny blonde jerked and yanked harder and faster, her pussy heating up almost as if she was working over her own cunt instead of the mechanics' prick.

"Aaahhhhh!! Oh, Jesus, yesssss!!" Will suddenly shouted as he let himself go, enjoying the soul-shattering pleasure of unloading the boiling contents of his balls. Two minutes of Carol's talented hand-job was all it took to make him explode!