2 comments/ 19111 views/ 6 favorites 63 for a Handjob in the Garage By: MonsieurMaster This view was shitty. I couldn't really expect too much, considering I was waiting in my car in a parking garage of all places. I mean, you're only really suppose to be there for mere minutes; there's no point in trying to make the view interesting or pleasing to the eye. But I would really like something else to look at than a crumbling old building. Sure there were other spots I could have picked so I could look out at the city, but I was in a rush, and didn't think about the potential view I could have during lunch time. Normally I was in the break room cracking jokes with my work buddies, and bullshitting about whatever project we were working on. But today I was having a special treat, and it wasn't the delicious chocolate covered pretzel I was currently munching. Amber in a happy coincidence worked just close enough to my building that she would be able to meet up during her lunch time, which in another lucky happenstance managed to be the same amount of time as mine. I could literally text her about five minutes before my lunch started, and five minutes on the dot she would meet me in my car, face beaming and hands on her hips expectantly waiting. I wondered how far exactly did she work that she was able to get to me so quickly? This time was a little different though. I texted her ahead of time, knowing that I was going to have a stressful day and a wank in the basement wasn't going to do it for me. These peculiar French clients were very particular about some nonsense program, and were up our asses about it the minute their Gaulish mugs sneered into our faces. We wanted to slap them right back to Toulon where they came from. It was really jarring too, because the meanest one was some tall blonde in glasses, who made even my boss shrink back, and this was a guy who's been in the business for some 20 odd years. I fantasized about slapping her across the face during one of her little tirades, and pushing her over a desk flipping up her black skirt and ripping off her underwear. I was getting hard thinking about how I'd push deep into her neatly shaved pussy, screaming and babbling in French as I held her head down against a keyboard, the screen showing nonsense as her head slammed into the keys. I'd finish in her mouth forcing her to swallow my load, smacking my hard length against her face. I'd clean up my cock with her blonde hair, her eyes glaring at me as I zipped up and walked away whistling Dixie. But it was a just a fantasy. I sighed impatiently, looking at my cell phone for the fourth time. No texts yet. I took a quick gulp of some sparking water before thinking back to the messages I sent her. I gave her the floor I'd be on, and my tinted red Tundra stuck out like a sore thumb among the sedans and family cars. She laughed when she saw my truck during our first lunchtime session. "It's so big and red just like you," she jabbed at me with humor in her eyes. I chuckled out loud at the memory. I fucked her good and hard in the backseat, the cabin barely containing her unabated cries of ecstasy. I just meant to get a blow job, but when I saw her in her tight medical scrubs I just got so hot I pulled her pants down and started to eat her out. She had tried to push me off, saying something about how she would smell around her work and the patients. But eventually she gave in to to the pleasure, hands gripping my head tightly as I got her off. If it's one thing I learned about Amber you make her cum once, you got to get her off another time before she can calm down. On went the condom, and we rutted like bunnies as I slammed her against my seat to another screaming orgasm. Of course she was right about the smell, because I just pulled my dick through my front zipper as I fucked her, her juices splattering everywhere. I sheepishly walked past some of my co workers, a suspicious wet spot on the front of my khakis. I still remember my cubicle mate Toby's looks of confusion as he pondered why it smelled like sex in the office that day. I checked my cell phone again, a slightly frustrated sigh leaving my mouth. She still wasn't here yet. Truth be told, it was only a few minutes past our meeting time, and I got to my car earlier than expected. Perhaps she was hung up with whatever she was doing at her job, or perhaps traffic was being testy today. I've been spoiled by our last few car sessions with her timeliness, and in fact I was often late to meeting up with her. It wouldn't hurt to wait a little long before texting her. A knocking at my window shook me from my thoughts. I looked over to see my beautiful goddess, smiling wildly and just a little out of breath. She's finally here. I laughed, leaning against the head rest as I relaxed. I always startled easily with loud noises and whatnot. Maybe it wouldn't be such a problem if I didn't day dream so much. She rapped against the window again, an impatient look on her face. Damn it I did it again. I unlocked the door with an apologetic look, and she climbed in brushing her loose hair behind her ears. "Hey baby," she said, leaning over and giving me a light peck on the cheeks. We decided in the first car session that we would keep it mildly cordial until we handled payment before really going at it. It was hard though, to keep ourselves back from attacking each other the minute we were in the same space. "What's good homie," I replied back. She shook her head and shot me a stern look. I liked to talk like a teenager, and despite some of the very obscene things that Amber said when we fucked she was very much a grammar Nazi. She was even worse than the headmistress at my school, chiding me when I said something incorrectly or used improper sentence structure. "I am doing fine today Malcolm," her irritated look slightly fading away. She knew by now I talked like that to mess with her, but I guess she wasn't in the mood today to school me. I was mildly disappointed, I really had fun bickering with her. "How about you," she softly asked. She had caught her breath back, and seemed to have settled down from her frenzied journey. "I'm okay. Well shitty really." I said with a frown, thinking back to the French fuckers. "Difficult clients I guess?" "You know me so well Am-bar," I replied. Most of the time work was pretty swell and I made sure to get along with most of my co-workers. It wasn't the actual work that got me really stressed out, but dealing with picky buyers who half the time happened to be scummy people. And I'm talking the bottom of the barrel sort of people. "Just these particular foreign clients," I continued. "They just want so much done in a short time span and for a lower price point."I quietly seethed, the anger boiling in my stomach. "I'm gonna go insane." I went on a rant for a good couple minutes, venting about their dis respectfulness and how they treated one of the techs like garbage for messing up the font of all things. I hated when my co-workers got chewed out for something that could be fixed in mere seconds. She clucked her tongue, her hand shooting out to stroke my head as I finished talking. I melted into her hand, my eyes closing as her delicate touch calmed me down. "It's okay baby," she said catching my eyes with a reassuring smile. I felt the anger completely disappear and I smiled back. "You're almost done work today anyway." "That is true," I said nodding my head. "How is your day going, I noticed I actually beat you here." I said with a grin. She let out an exasperated sigh, as if my question had brought her back to whatever was causing her stress. "It was smooth right until the last patient," she said her right eye twitching. That was one of her tell tale ticks, in particular the one when she was angry and trying to contain herself. "Unlike your foreigner, this one was American," she said distastefully. I chuckled and then I listened to her speak cryptically about the patient. I knew she was some sort of medical assistant, but I didn't know if it she was either a dentist or private doctor's office. I had revealed much of my private life to her, and I felt like I could completely trust her with the knowledge. Hell, we were sitting in my job's parking garage this very minute. On the other hand I found she was very reticent in revealing herself to me, details of her life and such. I didn't hold it against her though, I mean we were very comfortable with each other, and intimate in many other ways. I mean, even with my group of friends there were some things I didn't know about them even after practically a decade. I didn't expect much more out of Amber, nor would I ever ask her to. But still I was curious about her life, how she was growing up and if she had any family left. I never went back to her apartment after our first session, either meeting in my car or at my loft. Thinking back now I don't remember seeing any pictures, even of her. Maybe she took them down when she had guys over. Or maybe she didn't have any she wanted to look at. A touch on my thigh brought me back to the present. She was smiling seductively, and her fingers were running from my knee up to my groin. She had gotten closer to me, her breasts brushing against my arm as she leaned over to my ear. "How about we just forget about our stressful day for right now Malcolm," she said with a lusty undertone. I shuddered as she took my earlobe in, sucking softly. "I mean that's what we're both here for right, to forget about our problems and just enjoy each other?" her hand was over my crotch, and she squeezed the growing bulge. "Y-yeah definitely." I could never talk right when she did that. I reached into my pocket, pulling out my money clip. I always wanted to handle billing first before we did anything, whereas Amber wanted to jump right in and handle the money later. I don't know if it was to keep the mood going or something like that, but personally I liked to just get it done. It was easier, I could forget about the fact that I was paying her for this and just go on my merry way. "Here we g-ohhh shit." I said shocked. "What's wrong," she said pulling back from my ear, her eyes darting around. Although we didn't have a problem with our car sessions, we both had a distinct desire to not be caught by the police for public sex charges in the middle of our work day. I'm pretty sure we'd both be put out by our employers, and plus it'd be even worse it the cops discerned that I was paying for the sex. That wasn't the problem in this case though, it was actually a monetary issue. I had forgotten my debit card at home like a dummy, still sitting on my computer desk. I brought it out to buy some stuff online and I absentmindedly left it there, reminding myself that I would put it back later. Of course, I had forgotten my lunch at home today as well, so I had to use the cash that I had on hand to buy it. My friend Michael also forgot his lunch, so I bummed him a couple bucks too. All of this led to me being short on my payment for Amber, the only reason I was carrying cash in the first place. I sigh, and look back to her anxious face. I sadly smiled at her. "Damn it, I don't have enough for the session," I said down trodden. After the first time in the car, we settled on an all inclusive $100 rate for lunch time, whether it took 10 minutes or 45. Often we ended up fucking around closer to the hour mark when we met up, and after quick smooches we rushed back to work. I'm so pissed at myself. How could I forget about such a simple thing? I mean I literally passed my bank on my way to work every day, it wouldn't have been an issue to get some extra cash after I realized I left my lunch on the counter. Hell if I had my debit card in the first place too I wouldn't be stuck in this pickle. Now I have to go back to work, bitterly angry and balls undrained. I was not going to be a happy camper the rest of the shift. To my utter surprise, she laughed, holding her chest in relief. "I thought it was something like the cops or security," she said with a carefree smile. "No, none of that thank God," I said taking a look around to reassure myself. "I just fucked up and don't have enough cash on me for the session," I said despondently. "Well, we have some time, can't you just use an ATM or something?" "That's the rub babycakes," pausing to listen to her giggle. I adored her laugh. She laughed so hard the first time I called her that. "I left my debit card at home. And the nearest bank is too far for me to go and pull cash out." I continued to explain. I have thousands of dollars in my bank accounts, but they mean shit when I can't use them when I want to. It was beyond frustrating, hell it was fucking embarrassing. "Oh," she merely said back. Her eyebrows were scrunched up as if understanding why I was so stressed. I wasn't going to ask her to do the session for the cash I had on hand, a mere $63. It was chump change, street whores I picked up in my early days would take that. I still shudder thinking about the risk I put myself through in dealing with those girls. You never realize the danger you're in sometimes until it passes and you really think about it. "Listen, I know you went through a lot just to get here," I said to her. Her eyes quirked up questioningly. I handed her the money and smiled again. "Just take this and you can go back to work if you want." I scratch my head hard in irritation. I felt bad that she took the time to come here, even rush through her work so she could make it. I didn't want her to leave empty handed. She tried to immediately hand the money back, but I kept my hands closed and refused to look at it. "Why would I take your money," she spat out with annoyance, "We didn't even do anything." You gotta love integrity like that. I want her to take the money even more now. "I know, but we agreed on $100 for the session, and I don't have it all and I can't get it all in time." I explained. "I mean I can't expect you to do the session for way less than we normally do it." She opened her mouth as if to protest, but I cut her off. "Listen just don't worry about it. I'll just catch you another time. With the full amount of course." I said forcing another smile on my face. I feel so low right now, first dealing with these shitty people and the crummy workload, and now I couldn't even enjoy my time with Amber. I wanna punch myself in the face for being so stupid and careless. But she still didn't move though, in fact she was staring at me with a hard look. I didn't know what she was thinking at the moment. Maybe she thought I was testing her or some bizarre shit like that. Or perhaps I was playing a practical joke on her, and I'd pull out some more cash. Perhaps she was just wondering if I was really serious in just giving her the money. "Are you really serious," she said unbelieving. I chuckled ruefully, letting out a strained sigh. "Yup, you can take it, I mean it was meant for you. Most of it that is." I run my hand through my hair, trying to smooth away the frustration I feel in my head. She looks at me strangely, and then nods her head, putting it away in her handbag. I expected her to say her goodbyes then and leave me alone to my mournful thoughts, but she put her handbag on the floor, and climbed into the backseat, a beckoning smile on her face. Now I'm confused. "Uh, I thought you were gonna go," I said questioningly. "Did I say I was going to leave?" she said, stretching her arms out, cracking the bones in her arms. She patted the empty seat next to her. I was baffled at what was happening, but mindlessly I followed her command, and carefully climbed into the back, making sure not to step on her or anything like that. As I sat, I noticed doting eyes focused on the front of my slacks. For a moment, they even appeared to be filled with hunger. "Tell you what," she said, reaching over and rubbing against my cock. I gasped as she groped me over my slacks, quickly creating a bulge. "Since you've been having such a horrible day, I will do a one time fee of $63 for a hand job." She scoots closer to me, and unzips my slacks, pulling out my hard cock, stroking it lightly between her soft fingers. I moan loudly, grinding my teeth together. Damn everything she does feels nice. "How does that sound to you baby," she says, her lips brushing against my ear again. "It sounds good," I whisper, lost in her hands. She giggles and takes a lick of my ear before pulling back to look at my cock as she works it. "Excellent. I knew you'd go for it." She gives me a saucy wink and a smile. She drives me crazy. She was stroking my cock at first with a loose grip, but then she let go and started to run her fingers around me in a spiral from my base to my very tip. It was slow and deliberate and it made me hard as a fucking rock. I started to thrust with hips, trying to get her to stroke me again, but she made that goddamn tsking noise and pulled away. "Don't rush me baby," she said scolding me with that devious smile on her face. "You'll come all in due time." God she knows how to get to me. Her hand reaches into my front pocket again, and she's pulled out my hefty balls. Her other hand goes to lightly run her fingernails on them, dragging the sharp edges slowly. My legs tense up at the amazing sensation, and I groan out in anticipation. I'm so aroused right now, and my skin is breaking out in goosebumps. I can't wait until she actually starts to beat me off, I think I'll cum in seconds. Hopefully I don't shoot off onto her scrubs, I don't know if she carries a spare uniform. I get turned on imagining her trying to get to a bathroom and wash my cum off her clothes before she goes back to work, the dry white streaks all across her chest. She's stopped spiraling around my cock at this point, focusing just on grazing my balls with her nails. Her free hand rises up and cups my chin to face her, and her smile captivates me. She leans in and takes my lips, kissing me deeply. I wrap one hand around the back of her head, pulling her closer as I invade her mouth with my tongue. I reach down and pull her into my lap, so I can get a better grip on her ass. She purrs as I squeeze with my usual forcefulness, and I moan back as she starts to stroke me off again with her hand. It feels great, even better that I thought it would. I normally crack jokes about hand jobs, and how one might as well just do it themselves. I mean if someone's going to have sex I would banter, might as well go out all. But that puts sex into too much of a black and white quandary. The truth was, when you were with someone you liked, something as simple as an old fashion felt amazing. And I'd rather have a mind blowing hand job than a lousy fuck. "I'm a little sad we can't do anything else baby," she said, with wishful lust in her eyes. "Me too, but I can't complain too much." I sneak a little kiss from her. "It still feels fucking amazing. God you're just amazing." I babbled out. She blushed at my compliment, and then leaned in to kiss me deeply. And that was the case with her, my mousy goddess sitting in my lap. She could make this hand job the most incredible thing in the world. She was still consuming my lips as she stroked my long hard cock with both hands. They barely fit around me, and I stopped kissing her for a second so I could get a good look at her work. Her hands were squeezing me just right so it wasn't too tight, but loose enough that she could glide over easily and quickly. I moaned into her neck as one hand shifted down to massage my balls again. "Oh babe, this is just what I needed," I moaned nuzzling her neck, my hands reaching down to grope her ass as she continued to stroke me off. She groaned back and rested her chin on my shoulder as she slowed down a bit, resting her wrists. Good thing she did that, if she kept that pace going I've would've unloaded all over us. 63 for a Handjob in the Garage "You like how I stroke that big cock of yours baby," she gasped out. "Yeah I love it." I gave her neck a little kiss. I'm completely absorbed in her actions that I can't do anything but take it and make grateful noises. "I'm gonna jerk all the stress out of you Daddy, so you can smile right at those asshole pricks when they're yelling at you." she said, squeezing me hard for effect. I let out a deep moan, lightly biting into the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She moaned back and ground her hips into mine. The girl has to be careful, we just might lose control and go farther than a handie. I flash back to that revenge fuck fantasy I had of the French blonde, but instead it's my brunette goddess, moaning and crying out obscene things as I drive myself deep into her. Instead of her head slamming on the keyboard while I fuck her, she's typing the same sentence over and over on the screen. 'Daddy owns this slut pussy.' I even imagine her looking back at me and begging me to fuck her harder. Damn she just about invades every one of my thoughts, even the nasty ones. It's amazing really. We sit there for a while, her hands stroking me, sometimes fast and hard, little moans leaving her mouth. Then she'll slow down, her hands barely moving as they go from the very base of my cock right up to my little slit and go back down. In between she's sneaking little kiss on my ears and cheeks, even biting into my shoulder just hard enough to make me gasp out. It was heavenly. She grabs my cheek, pushing me back so I could look into her eyes again. "Can I get off your lap baby," she says with a pout. "My wrists are getting sore doing it this way." I nod understandably, and reluctantly release my grip on her glourious butt. She climbed over my legs, twisting her wrists as if to stretch them out a bit. When she settled again, she took my lips again, moaning as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her hand reaches back to my cock again, but her other hand is playing with the buttons on my light blue dress shirt. "Can you unbutton these," she says softly into my ear. "All the way down." "Sure," I say with a bit of puzzlement. I don't know what she's getting at, but I dutifully undo the buttons, un-tucking my shirt as I get the last few buttons. I forgot to wear an undershirt today, and my bare chest is exposed. She starts to draw little circles on my chest as she continues to jerk me off, her fingers slowly making their way to nipples. She pinches one, then the other as they get hard and pebble up. I moan in a higher pitch than normal, which makes her giggle. "I see you still like it when I play with your nipples baby?" she questions me, lightly rolling one between her fingers. Fucking right I do, it was astonishing the first time, and it still felt that way now. She began to lightly flick at my nipple, and I closed my eyes, resting my head back enjoying the sensations. My eyes shoot open as I feel her tongue around my nipple, replacing her playful fingers. It feels soft and wet and utterly paralyzing as she swirls around it leaving a moist trail. She takes my nipple into her mouth again, and she hums contently while sucking lightly. I shudder, holding a hand on her head as she milks me with her mouth, nibbling and licking my sensitive nub. She pays the same attention to the other one, even sucking harder which makes me hump more into her hand. "Oh fuck!" I gasped. "I'll take that as a yes," she grinned at me again, taking my nipple between her teeth and nibbling lightly. This is the best $63 I have ever spent. I have my beautiful goddess in her tight scrubs stroking my hard cock, and lavishing my nipples with her mouth, moaning all the while as if the very act is giving her pleasure. It's fucking amazing. Wait a minute, that moaning sounds suspiciously too pleasurable. I look down to see that only one hand is working on my cock, the other is no where to be seen. No way she's diddling herself right now I trace her free arm with my eyes, trying to figure out if my hunch is correct. I don't see where it is, so I feel at her thighs, running up with my fingers. I'm almost touching her crotch, when abruptly I'm blocked off by some solid object. I feel around, and realize it's her hand, moving against her pussy. Yup, she's playing with herself. And it's so fucking hot I almost would have come right there if I didn't grab her hand and stopped her from jerking me. She looks up at me from my chest, smiling as she flicks my nipple with her tongue. She's been caught red handed, or more really pussy handed and shows no shame at all. It's as if it was some little game she was playing on me the entire time and was wondering when I'd find out. She takes a hard suck on my nipple before going back up to my ear. "Oh Daddy, you see how horny I get just from stroking your big cock," she whispers, almost desperately. I can feel her hand still moving up and down, no doubt rubbing deeply into her clit. She suppresses a moan as she bites down lightly on my ear lobe. "Hmm I'm gonna have to cum before I go back to work." "You wanna cum baby," I blurt out. "Yes Daddy," she says pleadingly, "My pussy is hot right now I need to cum. I can't walk around the rest of the day with this throbbing, wet cunt." My eyes are bugged out hearing her talk this way. "Oh Daddy," shes moan, eyes closed. "What will the patients think when they see a dripping slut taking care of them? Do you think I should ask them to take care of me? Maybe one of them will have a big fat cock like yours to fill me up and use me until I can't take it anymore." She's writing and moaning against me as she continues to play with herself. My cock is steely hard, and as I listen to her talk, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. She's saying such filthy things and I love every word that leaves her mouth. Her hand previously dormant on my cock is starting to move again, albeit much slower than before. I need to do something, and I need to do it now. I pull myself from her embrace, and push her back onto the seat. She falls back with a surprised yelp, her head thankfully missing the door handle. It would be a supreme buzz kill if she got knocked out. I reach down to the waistband of her pants, and tear them down her legs, pausing to tug her shoes off. I throw the bundle into the front seat, and sit down on the floor, splaying her legs apart so that her bare pussy is wide open to me. "What are you doing?" she asked, eyes wide open. "What does it look like babe," I replied, my face inches away from her. "I'm gonna make you cum." I lean down, and take a long deep lick from her opening all the way to her clit, as she lets loose a long deep moan. Her hands press against the back of my head as they usually do when I eat her out. Her familiar taste floods into my mouth as I begin to lightly lick in her entrance, eventually pressing my tongue inside her. She tightens her grip on my head, my scalp singeing from the pain but it turns me on more that she's so on edge. "Yes Daddy eat my little pussy," she moaned, grinding her hips into my face as I fuck her with my tongue. I move one my fingers to flick at her clit, the light touch jolting her and making her groan deeply. I look up at her as I work, to see her eyes fluttering and mouth wide open. I think a little drool is even coming down the side of her one cheek. She looks so completely engrossed with what I'm doing to her right now, and it's so fucking sexy. I decide to switch out as I usually do when my tongue gets tired, my fingers seamlessly filling the void as I pull my face away from her opening. She squirms at my fingers, trying to sink them in deeper into her. I chuckle, resting my head on her thigh as I stroke my hand in and out of her wetness. I reach up with my free hand, going under her scrub shirt and bra and palm one of her soft breasts. I couldn't get enough of those perfectly shaped orbs of femininity, the flesh feeling so good under my grip. "Dadddyy," she drawls as her legs start to tremble underneath me. Looks like someone's about to come. I raise my head up once more to level with her clit, and I stuck out my tongue lapping it energetically. I keep plodding away with my fingers, and soon her hips are raising up from the seat again. Her hands nearly crush my head as entire body shakes, the moans she's making reaching a fevered pitch in the tiny cabin. Her pussy is clamping down on my fingers as she let's out a huge wail of pleasure. She's coming pretty hard, and her scream soon turns into a breathless cry as she runs out of air. I can feel the contractions go away just as suddenly as they came, and she drops back down to the seat spent and completely exhausted. I still move my fingers slowly inside her, riding out the little aftershocks of her orgasm, but I'm stopped licking her clit, and instead leave tiny kisses over her pubic mound and thighs. Her legs have ceased trembling, and her tight grip loosens from my head, fingers resting limply. An intensely satisfied groan exits her mouth as she stretched her back, her eyes connecting with my own as she looked down between her legs. They have a dreamy semblance to them, and she smiles at me blissfully content. I smile back, moving slowly up her body until I've caught her lips and I'm kissing her deeply. We jointly moan together, her hands wrapping about my head keeping me fixed in our embrace. "How was that?" I inquired. She giggled at my question, as if I should already have known the answer. "Baby," she said softly stroking the back of my neck, "If I could, I'd just lay in bed all day with you." I felt all warm hearing her say that. We tenderly kissed for some minutes my hands roving over her body, before settling back into her silky hair. This is what I liked about being with Amber, my soft brunette goddess. We tried to keep to whatever activity I asked for, but it always ended up with us holding each other and making out, of course after an intense orgasm or two. I couldn't help but enjoy the intimacy I had with her. I remember just a few weeks ago I requested for her to use a vibrator while I fucked her face. She smiled excitedly, pleased as all hell when I pulled out the Hitachi wand and plugged it into the floor. The sight of her drooling and moaning nonstop around my cock proved too much for me, and we ended up on the floor our limbs entwined. She cried her release to the ceiling as I slammed into her and crushed the wand against her clit, and soon I followed along shooting my load into the condom. We laid down and kissed for some 40 minutes after that, staring deep into each other's eyes. We didn't say a word the entire time, just communicating through our eyes and soft caresses. We only stopped when a phone call from her angry friend interrupted us. She'd been late to dinner with her friends, but she told me later she didn't give two shits about her friends' angry admonishments as she practically floated the rest of the night. "Why the fuck do you look so goddamn happy," she said to me giggling, recounting what her friend Vanessa said to her as she finally joined them at the restaurant. She had told them she was just paid to have mind blowing sex with a handsome stranger, but they laughed off her confession asking for the real reason she was late. I blushed unintentionally when she said I was handsome. I'm such a goofball. I'm brought back to the present as my cock lays against her pussy, the warm heat springing me up to full hardness. She giggles a bit into my mouth, and then moaned as she ground herself into me. I bite my lip to stop myself from groaning, opting to nuzzle her neck again. Her lips are touching my ears, and she strokes a hand all the way down my back, before coming over to grip me by the base. Despite myself I moan and look into her eyes again. "Hmm Daddy," she moans squeezing me tightly. "That was so good. But I want more Daddy." I'm suddenly out of breath again, my heart pounding in my chest. "What do you need baby," my voice just as heady. She rubbed the head of my cock against her wet opening, and I already know what she wants. "Will you fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard with your monster cock?" she pleads with lustful eyes. I groan in frustration and pound the back of the seat with my hand. She looks up startled at me, head shrinking back a bit. Perhaps she's taken my reaction as anger to her request. But it's not her asking me to fuck that's got me all antsy, it's the fact that I can't fulfill it for her. "I want to," I say caressing her cheek softly. She relaxes immediately, melting into my touch. "I really, really want to fuck you so hard that you just keep on cumming." She bites her lips, moaning quietly as I describe my vicious need. "But," I suck in a deep breath steeling myself for what I'm about to say next. "I don't have any rubbers in the car." She whimpers morosely, clutching my head her eyes quivering. Her despondent look is the saddest thing in the world right now. I didn't bring any condoms today in my sex essentials, mostly because I expected to be just getting a blow job. Plus I really didn't like keep condoms in the car anyway because of the temperature differentials. They played havoc with the condom's material, and the last thing I wanted was an unstable rubber ripping or tearing at an inopportune moment. I'd rather just not fuck than risk that. But damn it all if it wasn't frustrating. My face is scrunched up with a frown as I try to think of a solution. I could use my fingers again to get her off, but it would be a little repetitive. Amber likes variation in her orgasms, so if I use my mouth to get her off she would like my cock to make her cum next and vice versa. That of course automatically ruled out my tongue, plus that bad boy was feeling a little sore at the moment too. I know Amber, and I know all she wants right now is to be filled. I stare ahead at the console, when the sun glints off of the sparkling water bottle. My eyes shoot open as an idea fires in my mind. The bottle is some weird knock off Italian brand of sparkling water, but I liked the taste surprisingly better than the more expensive fare. It helped that it was cheaper too, but one thing I did notice was that the glass was ridiculously sturdy. One time I was walking back to work with Michael after lunch when I threw the bottle against a brick wall, both of us expecting a rewarding shatter. To our bewilderment, the damn thing only bounced off the wall, before landing on the concrete spinning in a circle. We threw it at least four more times before it broke, and even then it only broke crisply in half. My mind was made up. I'm gonna fuck her with that bottle. I sat up, reaching forward to grab the bottle. As I resumed sitting, I noticed Amber was still looking like a depressed little child, unable to play with her favorite toy. Don't worry little girl, you're going to have your fun soon enough. A smile lights up my face as I unscrew the cap, and toss it up front again, taking a quick sip of the water inside. I offer over the bottle to her, which she grabs and takes a quick gulp as well. It's half way finished, but I imagine she's parched from all the screaming she's done. I can't have water left in the bottle for what I'm about to use it for, so when she tries to give it back I merely push it towards her again. "Can you finish that for me babe," I say with a ghastly smirk. "I need it empty." "Why?" her eyebrow is quirked questioningly. "I'm just done drinking it," I said giving her a quick smooch. A stupid lie, but I want to surprise her. She still looks confused, but she finishes the water dutifully, raising it the bottle up. I can see the water flow through her throat as she takes big gulps. My cock has returned to full stiffness from my thoughts, and seeing her throat reminds me that I still haven't cum yet. Perhaps I'll put her mouth to use while I fuck her. I sneak a peek at my cell phone to check the time. Excellent, we've only been at it for about twenty minutes. Sex with Amber use to go overboard, but as we kept meeting up we became more efficient in our fucking. Thankfully, we didn't excise any of the passion, and we still spent a significant amount of time just cuddling and being affectionate with each other. That became my favorite part of the session, just holding each other sweaty and spent before we went our separate ways. It was sadly beautiful. I take the bottle from her as she finishes, and put it to the side for now. I don't think she'll go for it just yet, but if she's distracted and I stuff it in her before she can stop me I know I'll be set. I run my fingers through her hair again, and she coos giving me a soft smile. She glances down to my cock and by now all the disappointment in being unable to fuck has left her face, replaced by a lustful hunger. "You know Daddy," her hand wrapping around my cock. "You gotta stop making me cum before I can finish you off." She crawls back as she stoops down, her face level with my cock. No matter how many times she does this, I still feel like it's the first with her. "I thought I was just getting a hand job," I said breathless. I just ate this girl out and she asked me to fuck. What the hell was I bringing this up for now? She merely giggled, and gripped my cock stroking it across her lips. "Baby, we're past hand jobs now," she said before taking me into her mouth. I groaned, my hand shooting down to grip her hair. I didn't force her down my cock, just merely held my hand against her head as she bobbed up and down, wetting my cock with her mouth. It was nice to have a nice pampering blow job once in a while, in comparison to the almost constant face fucking I indulged in. I could really see her expertise in sucking cock when I wasn't forcing myself down her throat. She mewled as she licked at my cock, lapping the entire length, before taking in my head and sucking hard. It always drove me up the wall when she did that, and I moaned loudly. Her hand was softly massaging my nuts, the heavy wrinkled sack filling her petite fingers. Her tongue dipped down to gently lap at the base of my cock. She eventually started to get more into it, bringing more of me into her throat, gagging and making little noises of struggle. She spat up some drool, but still she kept on going, finally swallowing me to the root. I felt her throat pulse around my cock for eternity filled seconds, before she bounced back up for air. She shot me a quick glance smiling as she lightly licked my cock head. "Daddy, I'm going to suck you dry," she said before swallowing my entire length. I was at a loss for words, or even making noises as she sucked me off. It was breath taking every time she did this, really any time she touched me. I suddenly remembered the bottle at my feet and what I planned to do with, carefully picking it up. She was too engrossed in her actions to notice though, her mouth suckling devoutly in my crotch. I spread her legs with one hand, lightly stroking her moist mound. She responded appreciatively, opening them wider so I could gain better access. She loved when I played with while she sucked me, so I know she'll love the bottle once I get going. After a minute or two of fervid fingering, I'm sure she was ready for it. I snuck the bottle over her ass cheek, and tilted it until the drinking end was aligned just right with her entrance. I had a thought she might freak out at a bottle being inserted in her, but a quick mental browsing of all the debased things I've done at her encouragement brush away all my doubts. Slowly I touched it to her lips, before I pushed it inside. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, jumping off my cock, and looking first at the bottle, then my face. Her face was filled with shock, but before she said could say anything I started to thrust the bottle in and out of her, going deep. 63 for a Handjob in the Garage She held on my thighs, her face going into my belly as I the impromptu dildo fucked her. She moaned shrilly, her nails digging in my skin painfully, but I still kept on plugging her hot cunt. I was very much a visual learner, and I remember a couple of videos I really got my rocks off too from guys fucking girls with either wine or beer bottles. It was so degrading and obscene, and I cummed so hard from watching those scenes. I knew already I was gonna burst like a fucking dam when I was done. I notice that she's looking up at me, grunting as I continue to fuck her with the bottle. She has a delirious look about her face, and she's biting her lips hard as the glass continues to slide in and out of her sopping pussy. She's opening her mouth as if to say something to me, but then she's interrupted by a particularly hard stroke and she moans instead. Eventually her hand reaches up and grabs my chin forcing me to look at her. "So that's why you needed the bottle empty huh," she says accusingly, her eyes closing as I rammed the bottle for a few vicious strokes. She squeaked in a higher pitch than normal, the kind that only came out when I was fucking her. "Well you said you needed me to fuck you," I said teasingly. I slowed down, languidly bringing the bottle all the way out to the very lip, and then descending all the way until I was barely holding on to the end. She shuddered the whole time, groaning into my stomach. "With your cock silly," she slurred, her eyes lidded drool coming out the side of her mouth. Damn she was loving this. "I wanted you to fuck me with that big cock," she repeated again, her face resting on my thigh now. "Yeah well I didn't have condoms." I said resigned. I continued to fuck her with the bottle, her arousal running freely down her thighs. She's moaning freely again, her warm breath reaching my cock from her resting place on my thigh. I'm still rock hard, and the fire in my balls lights up again. I put my hand on her head again, this time gripping her hair and leading her back to my dick. She opened her mouth, and took me in slurping loudly. I was so turned on when she made so much noise sucking my cock. The louder and sloppier sounding, the better it was. Although earlier I was okay with just a regular old blow job, the frustration of not being able to take her pussy meant I just had to settle with fucking her mouth. I better gripped her hair and forced her down all the way to my root, before dragging her up all the way off my cock, and plunging her right back on. I did this a few times, all the while fucking her with the bottle, squelching noises filling the air along her gagged cries. I held her head in place as I began to hump her face, my ass rising off the seat as I thrust into her drooling mouth. Spit covered the front of my gray slacks, and was making them excessively wet. I vaguely wondered what my co workers would think seeing me come back to work again with another suspicious wet spot on my pants. I was lost in the lust though, and for now I was just preoccupied with fucking this girl's throat and getting my nut off. "You like it when I fuck your throat with a bottle in your cunt," I snarl, with a particularly hard thrust in both her mouth and pussy. She moans again, and I'm not sure if she's answering me or not. I really don't care. Her legs started to tremble again, and I knew she was going to cum soon. I slowed down a bit to try and draw it out for her, but her hand launched to her clit and began rubbing fiercely. Fuck it, these sort of sessions weren't about subtlety. I was soon back to pumping the bottle into her, the glass glistening in the light with her arousal. I kept plowing her throat, groaning as I held her down for a few seconds, really feeling her throat squeeze my cock. Her legs started to erratically jerk, and she was crying loudly around my cock as I continued to plum her pussy ferociously. Her hand intensely gripped my thigh as her entire body convulsed, almost as if the wave of pleasure was running through every part of her. The vibrations from her moaning throat around my cock, along with the visual of me bottle fucking became too much, and soon I was shooting into her mouth, the cum gracing the back of her throat. I roared into the cabin as I wildly humped into her mouth, my hands still moving just as erratically with the bottle as she continued to cum. Eventually I finished, the last few spurts dissipating to nothingness, and we laid still trying to recover from our orgasms. She pulled herself off of my rapidly softening cock, trying to hold the mixture of spit and cum in her mouth. I realized that the bottle was still lodged in her, and I slowly pulled it out as well, hearing her whimper as it exited her pussy. She was an absolute mess, eyes red and makeup smeared from tears. Her hair was very frumpy, and she was still breathing heavily, although just through her nose since her mouth was still filled with my essence. "What do you got there?" I gently prodded her with a smile. She opened her mouth slowly, showing my diluted cum to me, before closing her lips and taking a big swallow. She briefly showed her tongue to show it was all clean, and then she climbed into my lap, placing her arms around my shoulder and kissing me softly. She was still shaking from her orgasm, her legs unsteady even as she sat securely on top of me. "Don't worry baby," I protectively wrapped my arms around her as if to brace her from falling. "I got you." she looked into my eyes and smiled warmly. We embraced each other, winding down from the intensity of our prior actions, just lightly kissing and exploring each others' mouths. I liked this part the best, when we're being tender and just basking in our post-sex high. She pulled back and leaned her forehead against mine, a common move she does when she's out of breath. "That was unexpected," she said to me her eyes darting to the inactive bottle on our left. I chuckled, and brushed her stray hair back behind her ears, before sucking in her lip for a quick kiss. "Well you did ask me to fuck you," repeating what I had said earlier. She glared at me, which I snickered at. "I didn't expect to be fucked by a bottle," she said primly. "What?" I said questioningly, "Don't tell me you didn't like it." I waggled my eyebrows at her stern face until she broke out in a fit of giggles. "I liked it enough," she said, sighing contently as she leaned against my shoulder. " Actually I liked it a lot. It's so much wider than you, I thought my pussy was going to rip." she whispered. My cock was stirring a bit hearing her say that, but even without checking my phone I knew we didn't have enough time. A real pity, but this was only suppose to be a quick blow and go, not an all out fuck fest. Still though, I wanted to tease her a bit. "Yeah?" I said, my hand going down to lightly touch her. She moaned again, squeezing her arms more tightly around me. "Well good thing you were so wet you dirty little girl," I whispered into her ear. She murmured, and rubbed her face into my shoulder. She was breathing more steady now and not shaking anymore. I continued to lightly touch her, but I felt her pulling away from me. Maybe she was still sensitive from the bottle. Suddenly she pulled back her eyes slightly gloomy. Did I say something wrong? Maybe I should have not said that dirty little girl thing. Now I feel like a pedophile. I'm not a pedophile. "I think we have to get going baby." she said sorrowful. Oh, she's concerned about the time. Damn, I keep forgetting we're still at work. I nod, and release my arms from around her, and she climbs off reaching for her pants up front. I pull out the little bag of essentials, mainly dry towels and moistened towelettes for us to wipe our selves with. We clean up, and soon we're back to mostly regular appearances. Although, once again the front of my slacks have a huge wet spot. I desperately try to dry it with a rag, Amber trying to hold back a snicker. "Sorry about that," she says with a barely disguised smirk. I scowl for a a few seconds before I started laughing, to which she joins in with uncontrolled giggling. I give up after a few vain rubs, and I just zip myself up, grabbing the bottle I fucked her with as we leave my car. She quickly grabs her purse and comes over to my side of the car, looking up into my eyes with that dreamy look of hers. I smile at her again, and take her chin into my hand, planting another soft kiss on her lips which she returns just as carefully. I reluctantly let her go, and a rueful look comes over my face. "Well thank you for meeting up with me today," I run my hand over her hair again, to which she briefly closes her eyes. She told me a while ago that she liked when I stroked her hair, it made her feel so safe. I tried to do it as often as possible during our sessions once she told me that. "I really appreciate you dealing with my...money issue," I say slightly flustered. She giggles and nods accepting my subtle apology. Never fucking again will I be short with her. I'm gonna tip her 200 percent for the next few sessions. "Don't worry about it baby. Thanks for making me cum twice like a dirty slut," she says, a husky tone in her voice. My cock is getting a little stiff. Down boy, down. "And that was quite an experience," her eyes darting over to the bottle I'm clutching. "What are you going to do with that?" she asks. "Oh this? I was thinking about bringing to a friend, maybe we can replicate the flavor and I can drink it all day." I bring the bottle up to my lips and swirl my tongue around it. I run my tongue over my lips, smacking them as if I'm trying to assess the taste. Of course, it tastes better than anything I will eat in the world. She quietly moans as I lick the bottle, her hands tightening around the strap of her purse. Ooh I got you going too huh? I grin at her, to which she returns a little smirk at me. We stand there a few pregnant seconds before we both have to go. As I'm about to open my mouth and say my goodbyes, she blindsides me. "Listen," she says, surprising me. I tilt my head at her, wondering what she has to say next. "You know, I haven't been seeing any other guys since I met you." she said quietly. This is the first time I've heard her talk about other clients, other men she fucked. It makes my blood boil for some reason. I imagine some grubby asshole roughly feeling her tits as he fucked her with his greasy dirty cock and I have to push the thoughts away with great difficulty. "Really?" I reply back, trying to sound calm and disconnected. Underneath I'm a bundle of fiery nerves and anxiety. "Yeah. How about you?" she questions me, almost wistfully. I can tell she's hoping I'll say the same thing, but I can't. I gulp down nervously. I don't want to hurt her, but I did see a girl recently. I called Destiny in between sessions with Amber when I was really horny. Ever since I first met Amber, I actually hadn't seen some of my other regulars for some time. I even got an email from one asking me if I was going to visit anytime soon, to which I still have yet to answer. Anyway, she was just plain unable to meet up for whatever reason, so in a moment of desperation I dialed up Destiny. Destiny was usually my fall back girl, the one I would always be able to get a nut off with. To my utter shock, I was barely able to get hard when I was with Destiny, and I limped to an orgasm with her. She looked puzzled because I was almost always able to cum easily with her. I racked my brain for hours trying to figure out why I couldn't even get hard with Destiny, and then I realized it's because it wasn't Amber I was with. It wasn't my little mousy brunette between my legs stroking my cock. It wasn't my goddess who sunk herself on my length, begging to cum as I drove back with equal fervor. It wasn't my girl who I kissed passionately for hours on end even after a session ended. I didn't know what to do with the knowledge, so I just buried it deep within myself. Until now. I take a deep breath, before I speak again. "I...I did see another girl. A regular from before." her eyes appear a little pained at that, and I regret saying it. But I have to get it out there, and I never want to lie to her. Still though, her aura if that's what I would call it and her general body language is saying that she's excruciatingly hurt by my confession. I have to clear it up though, I have to tell her everything. "But it just...wasn't the same like I am with you." Her eyes brightened up a bit when I said that. "It's just different with you...I couldn't even get hard all the way with her. I don't think I'm going to see her again. I don't think I want to see any other girl while I'm with you." I have to stop myself a couple times, composing my words carefully. It's true though, I really didn't want to see any other girl when I was with Amber. Even when I called Destiny, something felt elementally wrong about the whole affair. "I don't need to see any other girl when I'm thinking about you," I quietly admit, staring into the ground. I can't look at her when I saying such emotionally charged words. I look back at her, and she's hanging on to my every word. She's breathing a little heavily, and there's emotion running in her eyes. She sucks her lips in, biting down on them as she plays with her hands for a couple seconds processing what I said. She looks away from me, staring at the ground as well before locking eyes with me again. "The...the reason I a-asked," she's stuttering, and blinking away what could have been tears. "What is it," I said instantly dropping the bottle. I step in closer to her, wrapping my arms around her body, holding tightly. I'm mentally kicking myself for even telling her about Destiny, but I want to be honest for her. I am relieved to tell her now though, instead of some distant point in the future. We can jump feet first into whatever we're doing right now with no secrets. She places her hands on my chest, taking in slow breaths trying to steady herself. "The reason I asked," she said looking into my eyes again. "Is because I wanted to get tested for everything. I want to know if you would too....so we can feel each other....as lovers" the last word comes out as a whisper, but it might as well been on a loud speaker. This was very different. I open my mouth in surprise, my jaw moving with no sound coming out. She looks sheepish, and afraid as if she said something intractably horrible to me. I close my eyes, now trying to bring myself together so I can clearly talk to her. I never actually had sex without a condom. Even my first time with a girl was a carefully researched affair, and I combed through about 20 websites and bugged my numerous uncles about using protection. I still remember my Uncle Ricardo's chiding laugh as he showed me how to use one on a banana, which he later ate. What a gross fucker. Even more shocking was what she referred to me as. A lover. Not a client, not some douchebag that paid for sex. Another person she cared for, and openly accepted into her arms with no problems, no judgment. I should have seen the growing affection between us that night she stayed over, our bodies acting on their own will and primal lust. We must have fucked a dozen different ways that night, each time ending in a burning orgasm that threatened to consume us. I should have seen it in the way we kissed, tender but possessively. I should have seen it when I couldn't even get hard fucking Destiny with my limp member. She looks like she's about to cry when I open my eyes again. I can only imagine the terror she felt when I appeared dumbfounded in hearing her question, the embarrassment and shame coursing through her mind right now. But my goddess has absolutely nothing to worry about. I've already decided how I should answer. I touch her cheek softly with my hand, and bring her in for a gentle kiss. She moans into my mouth, her hands resuming their usual place around my head as she kisses me more fully. I pull her face just as tightly against mine, and we're making out once again, the same passionate fiery embrace I've grown use to. I'm addicted to this feeling, and I never want it to stop. We part for air, and this time I'm leaning my forehead against hers to keep her at bay for a precious few seconds so I can get out what I want to say. "I....can get tested tomorrow. A full panel. How about you?" I say smiling at her. Fuck that, I'm fucking beaming at her. I'm so happy it's scary. Her face blooms red, and she breaks out in smiles as well. "Me too. Everything," she says excitedly. She's standing on her toes as she says this. Her hands have released my face, and now her arms are looped around my shoulders. "Because you know, as hot as the bottle was," she says giggling. "It would be nice not to have to worry about condoms during our sessions. We don't have to get held up by that." I was wondering if there was another reason why she was asking this. I thought it was for the more intimate reason, but it made sense. There were plenty of times I would have liked to just pull down her pants or flip up her dress and just take her without having to pause and put on a condom. It really killed the vibe. "But what about, you know babies and stuff?" I asked. Condoms did protect against two things, and I wasn't exactly ready for a baby just yet. At least not in the next five years or so. At least until I can find a woman I would want to share a child with. She smiled, and patted her purse as if it were some magical artifact. "I'm on the pill." :"Oh, cool." I dumbly replied back. Of course, what girl born in the last 4 decades wouldn't be on birth control. I have five sisters, two of which are lesbians and they certainly aren't at risk of getting pregnant. I found out the hard way during family dinner that girls used it to regulate their volatile periods, and in the coming years of hormones and puberty I wanted to kiss, no fuck the inventor of birth control pills. Hopefully it was a woman, but I would make an exception if it were a guy. He's gotta get rewarded somehow. She merely giggled at my stupid response and leaned in for another deep lingering kiss, before reluctantly leaving my arms. I felt empty when her warmth left me, and just a little sad. I always hated leaving her, even when my livelihood depended on it. "I really have to get going baby," she said, the same melancholic look in her eyes. I can see she's not at all too excited to leave me and go back to her own shit storm. "Yeah, I do too." I check my cell absentmindedly. I still have ten minutes to get back to work, but right now I just want to spend the rest of my day with Amber instead of going back to some rude French assholes and binary code. "If the tests are all clear," she says tentatively. "Would you want to meet tomorrow night?" her eyes are staring at me with such longing I can't believe it. "Y-yeah," I stutter out surprised. I guess she can't enough of me as well. "Excellent," her eyes lighting up with excitement now. "I'm looking forward to it." I cross the space between us again and pull her in for another kiss, this one deep and feverish which she returns, her tonguing jamming into my mouth. We hold it for a few seconds before we break apart, our breathing uneven again. "Me too," I whisper, "And when our tests come back all clear, I'm going to fuck you from sundown to sunrise." I say huskily. She moans and pulls me in for another deep kiss, biting on my lip before pulling off. "You're gonna fuck me hard Daddy?" her eyes full of anticipation. "You better believe it baby," I say stroking her hair. She's the one beaming at me now, and she grabs my hand, giving it a kiss before stepping back. 63 for a Handjob in the Garage "I really have to go now baby," she says no longer sad, but in what I think of as her aroused tone. "But I hope you know I'm gonna touch myself all night long thinking about tomorrow." she feels the front of her pants for effect, and my cock instantly tents up in my still wet slacks. She turns around and scurries away, her hand reaching into her purse and pulling out her cell phone. I think she's calling her work to let them know she's late. I throw the bottle away and leave the garage. As I'm climbing the stairs back to my floor, I pass by some of my co-workers, including a comely woman named Sofia who giggles at the wet spot on my pant. I barely notice, my mind focused on one thing only. I'm interrupted from my thoughts when my phone rings. I check it, to see I have one picture message. I open it up, and my mouth opens up in a wordless gasp. It's Amber, spreading her lips as she fingers herself in a bathroom stall. Her scrubs are by her ankle, and her mouth is opened up in an exquisite moan. The text underneath said "Couldn't even wait for tonight Daddy." I can't fucking wait for tomorrow when the clinic opens.