He was tall, bald on purpose, and was wearing Dickies shorts even though the San Diego weather was a bit nippy today. There was some grease across Ron’s work shirt from working on cars all day. I had my estimate for my breaks that needed to be done along with an oil change and my 60,000 mile check up. $531. I figured it would be a little more than the estimate. It always is, but it’s a Hyundai so it couldn’t possibly be that bad. Right?
“Hi! You’re car is all set,” he smiled as friendly as he could, “Can I ask you to stand and face the desk?”
That’s an odd request, I thought. I shrugged and placed my thighs against the faux wood desk that was rimmed with cold aluminum.
“So what’s the damage?”
His small right hand wore a wedding ring and it gripped my shoulder and squeezed several times.
“Unbuckle your belt and push your jeans all the way down.”
“What?”
“You don’t have a say,” he said as he slapped the back of my head, “Drop your goddamn jeans. And your underwear too.”
I unbuckled my belt with the studs in it and pushed my dark blue jeans just to my knees. Ron pressed his boot into the crotch of my jeans and boxers and pushed them to my ankles. He kicked the insides of my boots to spread my legs apart farther and slammed my chest down on the desk.
“The grand total is $985.28!”
“WHAT?” I felt his ungreased knob push clumsily into my pucker and kept pushing until it went in. One solid push.
“I’ll review,” he sighed pulling out and slamming my thighs back into the desk as I saw sparkles and spots, “We had to do a lot of work, machining your brake rotors and your drums. You gonna be alright?”
“NO!” I couldn’t see straight. I was kind of numb. He banged me harder into the desk moving it a bit forward. I grabbed the side to brace myself. “This is expensive! You could have been more clear!”
“Sorry,” he sucked air through his beautiful teeth. I didn’t need to look over my shoulder. I knew. I saw them earlier. “I should have been more clear. We replaced your brake pads and rear break shoes, but I’m guessing you knew this was coming.”
“Yeah. Oh yeah.” I was beginning to get where this was all going. He picked up the pace banging me good now. Hard and steady and right to the balls.
“The motor oil…”
“Uh.”
“Spark plugs…”
“MmHm.”
“The oil filter…”
“Yeah…”
“Coolant…”
“Mmmhmmph!”
“Timing belt…”
“Ugh!”
“Three accessory belts…”
“FUCK!”
“These were all replaced too. You ok? I know this has gotta hurt a bit.”
“I’m used to it.”
“Yeah. I really did a thorough job inspecting the car, rotated the tires, and then there was the labor. How do you want to pay?”
I was sweating. He reached down into my wallet and thumbed through my credit cards, ramming his thick married cock into me as I wondered if he fucked his wife like this.
“Mastercard? Cool.”
In one swift movement he swiped my card, leaned down with that firm hand on my shoulder placing the slip in front of my face firmly pressed into the desk. His warm breath in my ear, his back arched and his hips humping all 11 inches of his dirty cock deep inside my ass.
“Go ahead and sign there. Yeah. Sign it. Sign IT! Fuckin’ sign it! Christ… mmph… sign that fuckin’ thing!”
“$985.28. Fuck. OK. Ugh… This is so fuckin’ painful! This really hurts!”
“Sorry man. It’s almost over.”
He bucked and bucked, coating the walls of my rectum with his steaming hot spunk as I signed my signature, taking it like a man.
“Here’s your card,” Ron pulled out of me with one quick pop of his enormous dick, handing me my credit card, “Go ahead and clean my cock off. I can’t go home smelling like I fuck people hard for a living.”
I greedily gobbled and licked him clean, tasting myself and all the other people he’d done this to today. He zipped up as I pulled my pants back up, shook my hand and thanked me for coming by before he closed that day.
It happened just like that.
Except without all the fun bits – but that would have been worth the money.
The Seattle Erotic Arts Festival should be very excited! The Foundation for Sex Positive Culture has received its 501(c)(3) non-profit status, making SEAF eligible to receive grants, tax-free donations, and other support. To that end, they are focusing on fundraising activities for 2008, beginning with the Fundraising Gala on March 1st. SEAF will continue throughout 2008 to raise funds so that we can present a grand festival in 2009.
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