Garage Gangbang - A Rough Reluctant Gangbang Sex Story (3 page)

I smiled timidly and
apologized. Satisfied, he pushed my knees apart and feasted on the
sight of my dripping pussy. He licked his lips like a hungry man
eyeing a porterhouse, then pulled my ass forward a bit while
pushing my torso back, leaving my entire bottom half hanging off
the table. He draped my legs over his shoulders and dove
in.

My hips bucked as his
tongue worked my clit. His teeth tugged at my lips. He lapped up
every drop of juice with long licks that covered from my tight
pucker to the top of my snatch. God, it felt amazing! This was the
kind of sex slavery I could learn to love.

When his fingers started
exploring my folds, my abdomen clenched in anticipation. His tongue
was dancing on my throbbing nub as he plunged two fingers deep
inside me. I cried out, pushing hard into his hand and face,
rocking back and forth. In and out and around and around, his
fingers sent me toward the edge.

He continued the assault on
my clit as his slick fingers pulled out of me with a slurp and
starting circling my virgin asshole. I sucked in a breath, ready
for him to touch me there, but afraid of what might come next. As
it turned out, I was what came next. One finger slid easily into
me, and my head was ready to explode, but when he slipped in the
second finger, stretching me out, I clenched and shuddered and
tightened myself around him as I came undone. I was kind of
surprised I didn’t cut his fingers clean in half with out tightly
my sphincter contracted.

“
Mmm, you like that, don’t
you, you dirty little slut,” he growled as he pumped his fingers in
and out of my ass. I had to admit that I did. I loved it. What had
I been missing all these years? If he’d wanted to, I would have
happily received his dick in my ass at that very moment.

But instead he pulled me
from the counter and laid down on the floor, his cock jutting
straight into the air. “Strip, then ride me.” It was a command and
I didn’t dare disobey — not that I wanted to.

I tore my clothes off
frantically, tossing them into my car so they wouldn’t get dirty,
then straddled Jake’s hips. As I lowered myself to my hands and
knees, I jiggled my titties in his face temptingly. His head darted
forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, drawing a cry from me when
his teeth sank into it. I almost slapped him but remembered that I
was his plaything, and if I wanted to keep my new job, I’d just
keep my mouth shut.

I lowered hips so the
bulging head of his cock was just touching my gushing entrance.
Wanting to tease him a little, I pushed down just enough for it to
get wet and warm inside me but no farther. I stayed motionless for
a moment, with him squirming under me, still sucking on a nipple.
Finally he slapped my ass — hard. “Giddyup, cowgirl.”

I needed no further
encouragement. I sank onto the length of his shaft, relishing how
perfectly he filled me. We both groaned as I rocked my hips up and
down, back and forth. His hands palmed my breasts and my head fell
back in delight.

Jake pulled me down by the
shoulders into a kiss. Bolts of electricity shot from my nipples to
my core each time they brushed across his bare chest. I braced
myself by placing a hand on either side of his head and dropped
each tight rosebud into his mouth in succession.
Slurp, pop! Slurp, pop!

His hands skimmed up and
down my arms, coming to a rest at my wrists, holding on for
support. Each time I slammed down onto him, I came closer and
closer to oblivion. Everything around me was obliterated by my
drive toward orgasm.

Hands roamed my body,
cupping my tits, rubbing my ass, pinching my nipples. It felt like
Jake had grown eight arms — he was an octopus! I was nearly there
when I cracked open my eyes and saw Jake’s legs in front of my
face. It took a moment for my brain to realize that those couldn’t
be Jake’s legs because I was on top of Jake. It must be someone
else.

A jolt of panic ripped
through me and I moved to sit upright but Jake’s hands were clamped
around my wrists, preventing me from moving. My head whipped around
to see what was happening. Two men were rubbing me all over, while
a third was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and one leg
kicked up behind him, just watching.

“
What’s going on?! Who are
you? Jake?” I turned my pleading eyes to my hot mechanic and was
met with a cold hard stare. Realization dawned on me. He’d set this
up. He’d set
me
up.

“
Shaddup, skank,” said the
short stocky dude in front of me. “You’re gonna take what we give
you cuz Jake here told you to. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” He
was already tugging his short, thick cock out of his
jeans.

I looked down at Jake
again, hoping this was a joke. He just smiled and turned his head
pointedly at my car. I followed his gaze and realized I was stuck.
Not only had Jake blackmailed me into agreeing to be his sex slave,
but he was holding me tightly. Oh, yeah, and I was still teetering
on the edge of climax and the thought of stopping now seemed nearly
impossible. In fact, Jake was pulsing his shaft inside of me,
making small movements in and out, pushing all other concerns out
of my brain. He felt so good!

I found myself clenching my
pussy walls around him, meeting his tiny thrusts. Closing my eyes I
sighed at the sensation.

“
Look, she’s loves it!”
cried the short guy.

As our movements quickened,
a fat dick slapped at my face, demanding access to my mouth. My
tongue slicked around my lips at the thought of two men inside me
at once. I looked up at the hairy man and asked, “What’s your
name?”

“
Roland. Now suck it,
cunt.” His abusive talk caused my nipples to tighten and his thick
cock made my mouth water. I hated him but I opened up and slurped
him into my eager mouth, sucking and moaning as I rode Jake harder
and faster.

“
Shit, she’s giving me a
hummer!” Roland cried. “I ain’t gonna last long.”

I hummed and moaned louder
in hopes that he’d finish faster and leave me to my hot mechanic.
He wasn’t as long as Jake, so taking him all into my mouth was no
problem but he was so thick my jaw ached at being
stretched.

The sensation of being
filled in two orifices was incredible. Pretty soon they were
pounding in rhythm with each other, with Roland’s hands buried in
my hair so he could face-fuck me. He had no finesse, just latched
on and pounded.

I didn’t think it could get
any better, but then I felt fingers prodding my back door and I
moved to the next plateau. I don’t know exactly what the skinny
young guy behind me was doing but it was rocketing me toward the
edge of reason. The fingers pulled free and something much more
substantial took their place at my last remaining
entrance.

“
Hmh nuhn,” I groaned
against Roland’s cock.
No, I’m not ready
yet,
I screamed in my head.

The pressure against my
pucker was intense as his head forced its way inside, but then it
sort of pop in and slid easily in and out of me. I couldn’t believe
how good this guy’s dick felt in my ass! The feeling of being
stretched was delicious, and not at all painful.

When all three of them
began moving in time with each other, my core tightened and I
tumbled over into oblivion. The skinny kid in my ass cried out as I
clenched around his dick, pumping harder and faster into me until I
felt him squirt inside. He collapsed over my back, panting in my
ear for a moment before pulling free.

Jake didn’t show any signs
of slowing, and each time he pounded into me, I seemed to cum
again. Again and again and again. It was a neverending orgasm the
spun me nearly out of my body.

Roland, on the other hand,
grew stiffer and fatter than I thought possible. My lips were
stretched so far they felt like they were tearing with each plunge
into my mouth. With a feral grunt, he pulled free and spurted all
over my face. It was dripping off my forehead, stinging my eyes,
and dribbling across my lips. I lapped up as much as I could,
loving the salty taste and relieved that my jaw hadn’t been
unhinged in the process.

Finally, it was just me and
my mechanic. Juices spattered loudly on the floor under me as Jake
slammed me down on his shaft. Each little orgasm became stronger
with every thrust, until waves were washing over me. At nearly the
same time, Jake groaned into my hair and I could feel him erupting
inside of me. He clutched me to him as his body shook and trembled.
I screamed his name and crumpled onto him, convulsing and
shuddering until I blacked out.

~ * ~ * ~

When I came to, I found myself curled in a ball on the cold
concrete floor. I was lying in a sticky pool of fluid that oozed
from every hole. My mind was hazy at first but it slowly dawned on
me what had just happened. I moved to sit up and groaned at how my
body ached in the most delicious way, as if I’d been used
up.

“
Hey, look, Sleeping
Beauty is finally comin’ around.” Roland’s gruff voice sent shivers
down my spine as I recalled how rough he’d been with me. It was
curious that my nipples also stood to attention because of the same
thing.

I heard grunting and the
sound of metal on metal. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jake
and the skinny kid tinkering under the hood of my car. I was groggy
from sleep and murmured, “What are you doing?”

Jake poked his head out
from under the hood. “Installing your catalytic
converter.”

“
Huh?”

“
God, she’s fuckin’
stupid,” Roland laughed.

Jake sighed patiently. “I
told you if you’d be my sex slave for the night, your car would
pass smog by morning. It’s not gonna fix itself, ya know. These
guys offered to help me out, so I offered them you in
exchange.”

“
Y-you mean,” I swallowed
hard. “I’m their sex slave, too?”

“
You could look at it like
that. I prefer to think we’ve entered into a mutually agreeable
contract. Hey, Ginny, this is Finn. He was the one fucking you in
the ass.” The skinny guy glanced over at me, his black eyes boring
straight through me. I shuddered in disgust and delight in
remembering how good he felt inside me. I nodded at him but his
upper lip lifted in a sneer and he turned back to his
work.

“
You already met Roland,”
Jake chuckled. Roland was reclining in old vinyl bench seat that
had been removed from some truck, smoking a stogie. The stench
filled my nostrils but for some reason, seeing him with that big
fatty in between his fingers reminded me of his thick cock in my
mouth. It suddenly flooded with drool.
What’s wrong with me?!

“
And that’s Mitch.” Mitch
was still leaning against the wall, not moving, just staring at me.
“Hey, Mitch, you haven’t had a go yet. You wanna get in on that
now?”

Slowly Mitch eased himself
to his full height, and my aching jaw dropped. He was massive. He
towered over the others, and was built like a bodybuilder. His long
brown hair was pulled into a smooth ponytail that ran down his
back. His grey eyes penetrated me, sending waves of desire washing
through me.
Say yes, please say
yes,
I thought but didn’t say. I couldn’t
let these creeps know just how much I was enjoying
myself.

Mitch sauntered up to where
I was huddled on the floor, his cowboy boots clunk-tapping the
entire way. The wait was interminable. He finally stopped inches
away from me, and his power was even stronger this close up. I
nearly fainted from it. Addressing Jake but looking down at me with
disdain, he said, “She’s gotta beg for it.” His voice was molten
lava.

My head rocked back like
I’d been slapped in the face. Beg?! Was he high? As much as I
wanted this bull of a man, there was no way I’d beg him to fuck me.
I’d already been fucked by three guys. Who did he think he was? I
had to maintain some shred of dignity so I turned away from him
with a huff. A low chuckle sounded above my head, and I heard his
boots clunk-tapping away from me.

“
Roland,” he said quietly
but with authority. “You up for it yet?”

“
Hellz yeah, Mitch.” The
stocky bastard grinned like a little kid and jumped up from the
seat.

“
Good. Go grab the
creeper.”

Roland scrabbled around the
shop till he found a bright red contraption that mechanics use to
wheel themselves under cars on their backs. He dropped it next to
me and my heart leapt into my throat. What on earth were they going
to use that for?

Roland looked at Mitch for
further instruction. “Kneel down on it,” he rumbled.

Roland’s brow crinkled in
confusion but started lowering himself on to the cart.

“
Not you, idiot,” Mitch
hissed. “The girl.”

Not daring to disobey, and
curious as to how they would use the thing, I moved to my hands and
knees to crawl over to it. I was still wobbly from being used so
roughly but I managed to maintain my balance as I climbed aboard,
my tits hanging and my ass in the air. I was even more vulnerable
than I’d been earlier because it was all I could do to stay
upright.

Roland planted his foot on
my ass and gave me a shove. I squealed in terror as I rolled across
the garage toward the wall, but Mitch’s strong hands grabbed me
before I smashed headfirst into the wall. More than anything I
wanted them to grab other parts of me but as soon as I was stopped
he removed them.