“If you’ve got a while. I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
Justin let his intense gaze break from Randy for a moment to glance around her cluttered garage.
“Oh, you wouldn’t be. This was my last car for today, so I think I can manage to do something for you, if you like…,” Randy let her eyes rove over Justin’s body, pausing at his crotch, before she walked to her desk and retrieved a bottle of water. She felt him watching her as she tipped her head back and drank a good portion of the water, so for good measure, she slowly poured some over her face and hair and down the front of her sweaty blue T-shirt. She tossed her short brunette hair, spraying water in a semi-circle, then turned back to Justin. “Ready to go?”
“Hell, yes,” Justin growled as he came toward her, his calloused hands grabbing her around the waist and yanking her to his glistening body. His rough, cracked lips descended on hers in a forcible embrace.
Randy immediately began to climb him. His hands lowered to her ass, and he lifted her onto his hips, slamming her back into the Mustang.
“Fuck,” she muttered, pushing herself off of the car. Justin spun her around and dropped her on her cluttered desk. With one sweep of his massive hand, he cleared all the papers, phone, and calculator from the site, then began to unbutton his jeans.
“The door,” Randy gasped as she ripped her shirt over her head and began removing her shoes.
Justin paused with his pants unzipped just long enough to close and lock the doors – he even flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” – then stumbled out of the rest of his clothes on the way back to Randy’s desk. Randy had managed to remove her shoes and pants, but was still in her sheer blue fabric thong and matching bra. Justin fit himself back between her legs and removed her bra in one swift motion, tossing it aside, where it caught on a tool hook and dangled tantalizingly.
Randy’s tits dropped heavily once her bra was removed, but they immediately received the attention of Justin, who began to suckle at her them viciously. He used his teeth to rake across her areolas, then bit her nipples hard enough to make Randy scream in ecstasy and pain. She raked her fingernails over his back, leaving red lines in their place. Justin responded fiercely, biting at Randy’s neck and chin. She arched her neck, pressing her body into his, feeling her twat fill with hot liquor.
Her sopping panties quickly drew Justin’s notice. Rather than remove them, Justin simply ripped the thin material off of her body and knelt in front of her, using his dry tongue to scrape across Randy’s delicate skin. He gulped noisily and hungrily of her never-ending juices, pressing his thumb back and forth across her clit and urging her to a wild orgasm.
Randy slammed her twat into his face as she came, screaming and grunting loudly as Justin bit, sucked and lapped all her liquor into his greedy, now-moist mouth.
Just as Randy normally would have insisted on relaxing for a few moments, Justin began again. With almost painful intensity, Randy’s clit pulsed ever more juices out for Justin’s delight. She began to moan loudly with every lap of his eager tongue, which encouraged him on with more rapidity and power. She came again a few moments later, then grabbed him by the hair and thrust her face onto his, despite her liquor seeping from his lips. As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she bit down, eliciting a wild groan from her new lover.
Justin pulled away and yanked Randy off of the desk. He threw her in her desk chair and shoved his cock toward her face. Randy grabbed it, raked her nails up the bottom vein, then swallowed the organ whole, using her tongue to press against his balls and suck backwards toward his head. Justin braced himself by widening his stance, then half-closed his eyes and began to breathe heavily as Randy massaged his balls with her hand and worked intensely to make him cum.
A minute later, Justin groaned heavily and blew his load deep in Randy’s throat. She drank most of it, then allowed some to be shot onto her face and chest, using her fingers to spread around and clean up the larger globs.
“Oh shit,” Justin said, watching her. Randy knew it wouldn’t take long before he’d be ready to go again, and she was already dripping. She rose, sipped some water, then repositioned herself on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide and the lips of her twat begging for attention. She licked each of her fingers one at a time while Justin frantically pumped his cock, urging it back to life so he could fuck Randy’s eager cunt. As his cock began to rise, Randy pushed two of her fingers into her hole, gyrating her hips and allowing her fingers to be coated with liquor before she lifted them to Justin’s lips for him to suck dry.
She did this several more times before, without warning, Justin grabbed her ass and rammed his cock into her twat. The force drove Randy backwards, and she let out a cry of pain as he filled her. Justin pulled out of her hole slowly, then slammed himself back in. He continued this pattern, each shove urging a new moan from Randy. Her body was now coated in sweat, and her tits bounced enticingly with each thrust from Justin’s hips. Randy spread her legs wider so she could reach a hand around his cock while he pumped, and he reached one hand to her tit to pinch and twist her nipple. The pain was excruciating, but exciting, and Randy came almost instantly.
“Fuck, yeah,” Randy grunted out between pants as Justin sped up his efforts. She came once more – she hadn’t known she could possibly cum this much – before Justin threw his body backwards and let out a huge moan. Randy felt his cock throb inside of her as he emptied himself again and she leaned back to accept as much as she could. In spite of her efforts, though, some cum slipped out and dribbled to the concrete floor.
Justin pulled out of her, and Randy leaned forward to suck him dry. As soon as he was completely empty, they both sat down and rested. A few minutes later, Randy rose and began to dress, without her ripped panties and bra. She tucked those inside Justin’s pants pockets, then handed his jeans to him so he could put them back on.
“Now,” she said with a smile, “what was wrong with your truck?”
