Garage Gangbang - A Rough Reluctant Gangbang Sex Story (2 page)

“
So what’s your name?” I
could hear the amusement in his voice as he clipped wires and
meters to my car.

Blushing fiercely, I moved
toward the garage door and stammered out, “Ginny.” It seemed that
the safest place to be right then was near the door, though my
brain reminded me that it would take quite a bit of effort to roll
up the heavy door, so it wasn’t like I could make a quick
getaway.

The next fifteen minutes
were spent with him revving up my engine, marking down results on a
clipboard and punching numbers into the machine. Finally, Jake
snatched the sheet that printed out from the tray and examined the
form. The moment he looked at me, I knew. “Uh oh,” he said,
motioning me over.

I could hear blood pulsing
through my ears as I moved through a sea of pudding to reach him. I
knew I’d see ‘FAIL’ peppered all over the sheet. I could barely
make my legs move. He crossed the distance between us in a couple
of steps and thrust the paper in my face. I didn’t just get a
‘FAIL’, Banger had been labeled a ‘GROSS POLLUTER’!

Tears were welling in my
eyes. “What does it mean?” My voice was small, terrified of the
answer.

“
Well, just by looking at
the numbers here, you need a new catalytic converter.”

I swallowed hard, trying to
prevent my tears from falling. I got a ‘fail’ there, too. “And how
much does one of those cost?”

“
For your car, about $500
installed.”

My breath was knocked clear
out of my lungs. I didn’t have the money to pay for this test, much
less an expensive repair bill! I turned away from Jake and moved to
the door, sobbing quietly, not wanting to make a scene.

A clean white handkerchief
appeared over my shoulder. I sniffed and dabbed my eyes with it,
trying to compose myself. I cleared the thickness from my throat
and handed back the hanky. “Well, I guess I just lost the
job.
C’est la vie
.”

I turned back to Jake, who
was back to eyeing me again. I wasn’t in the mood for flirting now,
so I asked him to ring me up. I’d have to just live with being an
outlaw until I found a job that didn’t require a car. But this job
seemed so perfect, and there was actually room for growth at this
place. I sighed heavily and pulled out three credit cards that I
hoped would cover the final bill.

Jake rolled his eyes when I
held out the cards, but reached for them just the same. Even though
I was horribly depressed by the outcome of the test, I still felt
that pulse in my pussy when his hands enclosed mine. I watched
entranced as his thumb rubbed little circles on my wrist. He slowly
slipped his fingers across mine. It seemed as if invisible strings
connected his fingers to my nipples, as the farther he pulled back,
the tauter they became.

Then he’d turned and I was
left reeling. I tried to shake some sense back into my head but
that was just one more thing I failed.

BLAT!
The credit card machine made the awful sound of
rejection.
Oh shit,
I thought.
That’s not
good.

He tried punching in a
smaller amount.
BLAT!
Setting that card aside, he tried the next one.
BLAT!
Then the
next.
BLAT!
He
collected all three cards and turned to face me. I thought maybe
he’d be angry, but he seemed almost…happy. “What are we going to do
about this, Ginny?”

“
I-I-I…” My words failed.
I was made of fail, apparently. It wasn’t a ploy when I burst into
tears and crumpled into a ball on the floor. I was truly horrified.
I didn’t want this guy to think I was a loser, but he had three
overdrawn cards in one hand and a bill for $100 in the other. The
evidence was right there.

He let me sit there for a
few minutes, crying it out, before he squatted down in front of me.
“Ginny, look at me.” It wasn’t a gentle request, but a firm
command. It was a tone that couldn’t be ignored…or disobeyed. I
looked up.

He used the handkerchief to
wipe away my tears, and some of the running mascara. “Blow.” Again
with the tone. I blew.

“
I have a suggestion that
would not only get you out of this bill, but it might also be
something we both want. Understand?” He searched my face for
understanding. I was puzzled for a moment, then gasped as what he
was saying sunk in.

“
You want me to fuck you
to pay off this bill?!” I was flabbergasted!

“
No, you can just suck me
off, if you want.” That animal look was back on his face. His wet,
pink tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth adorably. I was
disgusted with myself for wanting to take it into my
mouth.

“
I couldn’t do that!” I
didn’t add that, just a few minutes before, I’d been hoping
to.

“
Why not? I can tell you
want it. It’s a win-win. I get your sweet luscious lips wrapped
around my cock, and you get this bill thrown in the shredder. And
no one will ever know.” He winked as he said that last, and stood
from his crouched position.

He slowly unzipped his
coveralls, letting his firm shoulders pop out one at a time, then
shrugged his arms free. His arms. Tanned to a deep gold, ripped
from hard work, and unbearably lickable, I wanted them wrapped
around me. But I was still horrified at the idea of prostituting my
mouth for a stupid $100 smog test. It was the ultimate in
humiliation — or so I thought then.

Jake pulled the coveralls
just low enough to access his fly. His eyes locked on mine, he
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly, allowing his beautiful
cock to bounce free. It was as pretty as he was. Not too big, not
too small. My mouth flooded with drool.

God, I wanted to suck that
thing dry, but I didn’t want it to happen like this. I wanted him
to take me out for a drink, flirt a little, put in some time before
I gave it up. That’s how it was
supposed
to work.

I looked up at him and
mustered up a few tears. “Could you just let me go home and I’ll
pay you next week?”

His hearty laugh made his
cock bob temptingly in front of my face. My heart sank at the same
time juices wetted my panties.

“
Girly, you ain’t gettin’
this piece of shit till I get paid…one way or another.” He waggled
the tip just under my nose. I could smell his musk, and more drool
filled my mouth.

I looked up at him again
uncertainly, then glanced at my car. He was serious. So my choices
were pretty clear: walk home and be carless until I could somehow
scrounge up $100, or give him head. Either way I looked at it, I
wouldn’t have a job come tomorrow, but if I took his offer, at
least I’d have wheels to go on job interviews.

Breathing deeply to steel
my nerves, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. With a grunt of
triumph, Jake slipped the tip past my lips. The saliva that had
filled my mouth coated his shaft and dribbled down my
chin.

My nipples tightened as
each thrust went deeper. Palming the back of my head, Jake pushed
himself deep down my throat. I nearly gagged, but managed to open
my throat up enough to take him. I slapped at his ass to tell him
to back off but he just pounded into me harder and deeper than
before.
Asshole!

About to lose my balance as
he rammed his cock down my throat, I latched one hand onto a tight
butt cheek and the other onto his thigh. It was all I could do to
keep my throat relaxed enough to accommodate his girth, but I
couldn’t noticing that my nipples were like diamonds and the drool
kept coming. It had soaked the top of my shirt as it dribbled down
my neck. As much as I didn’t want things to happen like this, I was
totally loving it.

Once I realized this, I
steadied myself and slid my hand up to cup his balls. A low growl
escaped Jake’s lips and his hips moved faster. I tugged and rolled
and cupped his sack as my other hand slowly slipped down his ass
cheek.

I could feel him grow more
turgid in my abused mouth, and I knew he was close, so I started
humming. That must feel really good to a guy who has his dick
jammed down your throat because he voiced a loud groan when I did
it.

As he slammed into my face,
I slipped a finger into his crack and gently prodded his asshole.
No matter what they say later, guys in the throws of an orgasm
always love this little trick, and Jake was no different. He let
out a shout and used both hands to bury my face into his crotch as
he came. I could feel his hot load burn its way down my throat, and
I swallowed as best I could to milk every last drop.

~ * ~ * ~

Jake was outside the shop having a smoke as I
tidied myself up in the grungy mirror hanging over the work sink.
“You’re a good girl, Ginny,” he was saying through the doorway.
“It’s too bad you’re going to lose your job over a stupid catalytic
converter.”

I’d almost forgotten about
my predicament, but now that Jake had brought it up again, a
darkness swept over me. Yeah, I had a hot encounter with an even
hotter mechanic — who knew they made them so sexy? — and I would
have my car, but without a passing grade, my job was
doomed.

“
And I don’t have to tell
you what a fucked up job market it is out there right now, do
I?”

No shit, Sherlock. I’ve
been living it for eight months.
Instead,
I grunted my agreement. Because he was right. There was no telling
how long it would be before I fooled someone else into thinking I
was qualified for something other than pizza delivery. And I wasn’t
even qualified for
that
because I didn’t have a legal car! It was all
just too depressing.

Jake walked back in shaking
his head. “Yup, what a shame.”

I glared at his muscled
back as he picked up my bill, crumpled it into a ball and pretended
he was shooting a three-pointer into the garbage can. “All net!” he
cried, his hands thrust upward in victory.

He glanced over to me as he
moved to the roll-up door. As his hand reached up for the rope to
open it, he paused. “What would you do to keep your job,
Ginny?”

Overwhelmed by Jake’s
fresh reminder that I was letting a great job opportunity slip
through my fingers, I replied, “What
wouldn’t
I do is more like
it.”

Hand still stretched up to
grab the rope, he turned and gave me an odd smile, a smile that set
butterflies flitting around in my tummy. His hand dropped and he
stalked over to me, never allowing me to break eye contact. He
stepped in close to me so I could breathe him in, feel his heat. My
pussy ached and tingled, and the tension that had built up inside
me begged for release.

His rough hands grabbed my
hips and pulled them into his before sliding up my back to bury
themselves in my hair. My body responded in the most obvious ways.
I arched into him pressing my tits against his firm chest. I moaned
from my need for him. His hands slithered up and down my small
frame, sending bolts of electricity to my core. Hot, full lips
sought out mine and our tongues entwined. I nearly came.

Jake pulled back, leaving
me dizzy from desire and shaking with need. “Don’t stop,” I
pleaded.

“
I have another
proposition for you.”

I didn’t care what it was
if he would just fuck me right there on that nasty auto shop floor.
“Anything…” I panted.

“
Be my sex slave for the
night and I’ll make sure your car passes smog by
morning.”

My breath caught in my
chest. Sex slave? What would that entail? More blowies for sure,
but maybe even anal. I’d never tried it before, though plenty of
guys had played with my asshole. One or two had tried but I’d
always told them no way. And from the hard stare Jake was giving
me, I had no doubt anal would be on the menu for the
night.

His hands were roaming my
body, making my engorged clit throb. I really, really wanted to
fuck this guy, and I really, really wanted to keep my job. If that
meant trying anal for the first time, or maybe getting tied up or
something, then it would be worth it.
Who
knows,
I thought,
maybe I’ll even like it.

“
Yessss,” I breathed. His
erection jerked against my belly.

“
Are you sure? It would
mean doing absolutely everything I tell you to do, no matter what,
or no smog certificate.”

“
I’ll do whatever you
want, Jake.” My heart was pounding and a flush had crept over me. I
wanted him so much my head was spinning. Had I known what he was
planning, I would have run screaming out of that shop. Instead, I
lifted my face to his for a deep hard kiss. His tongue jammed into
my mouth, much like his cock had a few minutes before. I could
still taste him, so I knew he could, too, and that thought drove me
into a frenzy.

The shop’s phone chose that
moment to ring. I grunted in frustration when Jake pulled away to
answer it. “Hold that thought,” he said as he picked it up and
moved to the other side of the shop.

A moment later, he was
back, ravishing my mouth and lifting me onto a worktable. He shoved
my skirt up around my waist and ripped my lacy panties from around
my hips. “Ouch! Watch it!” I scolded. He paused and gave me the
deadliest glare I’d ever seen. Oops, I was his sex slave. He could
do whatever he wanted.