Murray looked over the array of machinery in the garage before clocking out to return home for the day. The compressor rested in the corner near the Volkswagen G.T.I that was up on the lift and the Pontiac which was undergoing transition rebuilding. The floor had been swept and the tools returned. Murray stared in disbelief that ten years had quickly lapsed. He turned to return home to his awaiting wife.
The noisy garage called out to no one. The lifted car was the set aggressor coaxing the Pontiac to move nearer with sheer will. The undercarriage of the sleek black exterior was looking to rub itself all over the top and backside of the green Pontiac. The older car which loomed on the lift had some sort of intelligence which its green counterpart lacked. The G.T.I knew that since the mid eighties the power lied outside of being driven by mortals and inside remained the thought of riding, grinding axels, spurting oil, churning parts and heated rubber groundwork.
The Pontiac was soon underneath the lift while the tires of the mechanical contraption above began turning with the bucking metal of the undercarriage. The Volkswagen strode across the other machine. The V.W. felt like the prized horse that was suspended to please the bizarre English Queen of history in fantastic display. The Queen had a passion for misdeed, for the big throbbing member of her pasture beasts. Their cocks were used like weaponry to plunge in and out of the royal used vagina while the royal slut bucked and moaned and cried. Her blue tears were now the expelled wiper fluid of the inexperienced Pontiac whose once lovely exterior was being spattered and covered with thick spurts of oil.
Murray kept the garage clean for a reason. His new found sex victims did not mind entering this secret place if the cement floor was swept. At least they were satisfied long enough for the man to begin to spin his web of lies. Soon another young woman was naked on a pile of rags. Her clothes were hung on the lift where the metal fix up job had learned the tricks of the trade. Oh how the Volkswagen would at this moment enjoy that woman sucking his muffler and posing naked on his hood this night but alas it was Murray's time alone to do the persuading. He took out a quart of oil and dripped it over the gorgeous blonde's right breast. The thick liquid flowed over her pert nipple which was firm in the open air and pooled in her naval. The woman arched and her breasts heaved as Murray unsheathed his rustic pipe for which upon appearing aroused a gleam in the naked beauty.
The Volkswagen lowered to the ground and rolled forward while the woman orally tantalized Murray's girth in her small but talented mouth. She felt a pressure behind her and was soon sitting on the hard surface that was the car. Surprise did not really show on her face but she was using the reflective surface to peer at her oily breasts which she groped and fondled while rolling on the sturdy hood.
With shock the woman bit into Murray's cock enough to cause his eyes to open wide as the hood opened and as if by magic the woman fell onto the machinery beneath. The engine was heating her firm ass and Murray could not believe his eyes as the pistons had somehow broken from their casing to thrum up and down the woman's body in a way Murray thought was impossible. He gazed hard as the woman gyrated and clutched at her womanhood. The metal was melting away to smoothness beneath her and massaging her. Her body was gripped in fierce orgasm as the battery produced controlled shocks across her breasts and ass which felt like the Sadal-Masochistic acts she had gone through last summer during her affairs in Hershey.
"Oh you like what you see?" said a voice from the high loft.
