"…So I spread her legs as far as I could. My long, thick, extremely stiff cock makes its way between her pussy lips, spreading them apart. The cock head eases in, and I can feel her cunt getting very wet. My big cock slides in another inch, stretching out her pussy walls...another inch, another inch...until she is completely filled up. My massive cock pulls out 'til just the head is in, than RAMS its way ALLLL the way in...and it stops there, allowing her to feel its size. I slowly pull out; again 'til just the very tip is in her, then in one swift, strong deep thrust it's IN HER ALL THE WAY. My balls slap her asshole. Then, like a jackhammer, I fuck her HARD. The thrusts are strong and nonstop. FINALLY, I feel my cock swell up even larger, and with a final MASSIVE THRUST, feel stream after stream of hot thick gooey cum shoot into he, my cock pulses with each squirt. The cock eventually stops pulsing, but it is still thick and hard. It continues to slide out and in, but slowly now, as it slowly softens. Even in its softened state, it still feels huge, and now it's VERY WET in her cunt. My cock thrusts into her one last time…"
"Excuse me, Ma'am."
Rachel's head jerked up, a guilty flush staining her cheekbones. The only thing to read in the small waiting area of the garage had been a tattered old copy of a men's magazine. She quickly closed the publication and tried to slide it nonchalantly onto the seat next to her. Clearing her throat she looked up at Charlie the Mechanic, trying to shake the mental image of him as the man in the graphic letter she had just read. "Yes?"
If he noticed her choice of reading material he chose to ignore it. "It looks like I'm gonna have to rebuild the transmission."
"That doesn't sound good." Rachel chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, mentally calculating how much money she still had available on her credit card. "Uhm, how much will it cost to fix?"
The figure he named made her shoulders slump. This was supposed to be her great adventure. She had sunk more than half of her savings into that old Thunderbird convertible and it had given her nothing but grief. If she ever got home she was going to throw away her copy of
Thelma and Louise
and never stray again from her mundane secretarial job. "How long will it take?" If she could get on the road early enough she could drive all night and be home late tomorrow, avoiding another costly night in a motel.
"I'm gonna have to special order the parts," Charlie the Mechanic glanced over his shoulder at the Snap-On Tool calendar hanging on the wall behind him. "Probably not before Tuesday. They'll have to overnight the stuff on Monday."
Of course the car couldn't have the decency to break down on a weekday. No. That would've made her life entirely too easy. "I don't suppose you would happen to know some place that will let me work for room and board?" Rachel joked sourly.
"No," He gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm afraid not."
'What would Thelma and Louise do if they found themselves in this situation?'
she wondered to herself. Rachel shifted on the couch and the magazine slid into her thigh, giving her an idea. She looked back up at Charlie the Mechanic and toyed thoughtfully with the neckline of her blouse. He wasn't quite Brad Pitt, but he was still very easy on the eyes. He watched her finger slide along her scooped collar and she realized that the question wasn't whether or not he would but if
she could
.
Could she Rachel Wilson, assistant secretary to the junior vice president in charge of marketing, use her feminine wiles to get herself out of this jam? "I have to be honest with you, Charlie." She stood up and thrust her chest forward a bit, smiling provocatively. Rachel moved in a step closer, subtly invading his personal space. "I'm in a bit of a jam financially. This car has been nothing but a money pit since I started my trip. Maybe we could work out some kind of deal."
He said nothing, his brown eyes watching her intently. Okay, so he wasn't going to make it any easier for her. At least he seemed interested enough to hear out her proposition.
"I don't suppose I could persuade you to consider another form of payment?" Rachel reached out and toyed with the top button of his coveralls.
Charlie the Mechanic gulped visibly, watching her finger ease the button from the hole and move down to the next one. "It is an expensive repair, ma'am."
"I am conveniently stranded here all weekend." She moved closer and rubbed her breast against his arm. "Available for as many installment payments as I need to make."
He studied her for a long moment before moving away from her. Rachel slumped again, thinking her very short-lived attempt at seductress had failed miserably, when he flipped over the closed sign in the window and locked the door from the inside. When Charlie returned to where Rachel stood waiting she could see his hard on straining like titanium inside of his pants. He motioned for her to follow him into the garage. "More privacy." He explained, flipping a switch to lower the bay door.
The door hit the ground with a resounding thud, blocking out most of the mid-day sun. Now that Rachel had committed to this method of payment she was eager to get him out of his coveralls and see if that bulge was as promising as it looked. She backed him up against a workbench, her hand caressing his cock appreciatively through the fabric. "Oh, I'm not too sure who's going to enjoy this more," she murmured in a husky voice.
Deftly she undid the remainder of the buttons holding his work clothes together. She ran her hands slowly back up his torso and pushed the grey fabric off of his shoulders, her fingers caressing his well muscled pectorals. Heedless of her clothes, Rachel knelt before him and freed his cock from the confines of his Garfield boxers, chuckling at the cartoon briefs.
