0 comments/ 26305 views/ 2 favorites Steve's Auto Shop By: Cherokee Rose I sighed. I tapped my foot. I sighed and tapped my foot at the same time. When were they going to be finished? I was irritable and cranky, and if I let myself think about it, I knew why. I'd broken up with my boyfriend six months ago and I was horny, plain and simple. I had a drawer full of toys that I used often, but battery-powered orgasms just didn't compare to having a hard, hot man inside me. I sighed again and paced some more around the waiting room of Steve's Import Auto Service. The previous afternoon I'd hydroplaned dangerously in a sudden spring downpour and realized my tires needed replacing. Today I took off work a little early and headed over to Steve's to get a new set put on. Even though it was late on a Friday afternoon, they had agreed to get the work done for me before the weekend. But it seemed to be taking a long time. It was 30 minutes past closing and the customer waiting area was deserted. I wandered over the Customer Service desk but there was nobody there. I looked down the hall behind the desk and could just see Steve, sitting at his desk talking on the phone. I resumed my pacing. Maybe I would get some dinner after my car was done and head over to Harrison's for some drinks and dancing. I might hook up with someone there...oh brother, I was in deep shit, I thought. Considering a one-night stand was pretty out-of-character for me. But this sexual drought had my thinking processes impaired!! Over the years I'd had a couple of fuck buddies, or Friends With Benefits, as the twentysomethings called them now, but they were all otherwise attached at the moment. I looked down the hall again and Steve was still sitting with his back to me talking on the phone. To hell with insurance regulations, I thought, I'm going to find out what's going on. I opened the door to the shop, where my silver BMW convertible was still up on the rack. A dark-skinned man was using an air wrench to tighten the lug nuts on the rear tire. At the sound of my heels tapping on the concrete, he turned to look at me. The name stitched on the front of his coveralls was Jorge and he was big. Big shoulders, big hands, big feet, although he was not much taller than me. He was handsome in a sulky, arrogant way. He looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts under the black lace tank top. I'd left my suit jacket in the waiting room in deference to the springtime humidity. "Are you almost done?" I asked. "Yeah," he said indifferently. "Few more minutes." Our eyes locked and I felt an arc of animal attraction pass between us. Hmmm...this day is looking better, I thought. Turning to walk back to the waiting room, I "accidentally" dropped my purse. I bent over slowly in my short skirt, gathering the spilled items carefully, making sure Jorge got a good view of my ass. As I straightened and continued on, I glanced over my shoulder to see him staring after me. I hid a grin and went back into the waiting room. I sat down and tried to concentrate on the book I had brought. It didn't help. My favorite fictional bounty hunter, Stephanie Plum, was getting it on with her cop in the Prologue. Uggghhh.....I paced over to the window to the shop and noticed that my car had been lowered to the ground and Jorge was at the desk in the corner, filling out some paperwork. Suddenly I had an idea, a terrible, wonderful, awful idea. I went into the ladies room and slipped off my black panties and stuffed them in my purse. I strolled back through the waiting room and into the repair shop. "I need something out of my car," I said. Jorge didn't even respond. The top was still down after the gorgeous weather that had followed yesterday's rainstorm, and instead of opening the back door, I leaned over the side and into the car. This position drew my skirt up and thrust my ass out. I could feel his eyes on me as I stretched, reaching for my gym bag on the back seat. I rummaged around, pulling out the first plausible item I came to, a small pack of tissues. I straightened and turned and bumped smack into Jorge. I hadn't heard him come up behind me. He grinned knowingly at me and I stared back, challenging him. He lowered his head and kissed me. This was no sweet, getting-to-know you exploration, this was an animalistic mating of mouths and tongues. One hand reached for my chest and began exploring my breasts, squeezing them roughly. He pinched first one nipple, then the other, hard. "Owwww...not so rough," I said. Although his very roughness was turning me on, I'm not into pain and wanted to make sure it didn't get any worse. He slapped me on the cheek. "Oh, you know you like it, bitch," he said. My hand dropped to his crotch, squeezing his balls hard and digging in with my nails. "Call me that again and I'll rip'em off and hand'em to you." He looked at me a moment, then shrugged slightly, as if conceding that I would give as good as I got. He raised my top and unhooked the front of my bra. The sight of him lowering his mouth to my nipple, teeth bared, was unbearably arousing. He licked and sucked and bit at both nipples until I was squirming in his arms. He straightened and unzipped his coveralls. Given the fact that this wasn't a porn flick, I was surprised by the fact that he was naked underneath. His cock was thick and hard. He put his hands on my shoulders and forced me to the floor in front of him. I took him in my mouth and began to suck greedily. I licked him all over and sucked him harder and harder. I could feel him tense and his balls tightened. I pulled back. "Fuck me," I breathed "I want to have you inside me." He slapped me again. "I decide when we fuck." I took him back in my mouth, bared my own teeth, and bit him. Hard. He yelped and grabbed a handful of my hair and shoved his cock deep in my mouth, forcing me to take him all the way. I tried to breathe slow and deep to avoid gagging. My nose was buried in his close-cropped pubic hair. He fucked my mouth hard and fast and soon he was cumming in my mouth, hot streams sliding down my throat and dripping back out between my lips. "God dammit," I said. He laughed wickedly. "Don't worry, gringa, Jorge will fuck you just like you want. But first I have to taste that blond cunt." I looked to my left to see Steve standing in the doorway to the office, watching me quizzically. It was almost as if he wanted to know if I needed rescuing. I smiled slightly, letting him know I was OK, and he relaxed a little. He didn't leave, however, and I was slightly embarrassed at being watched. Oh hell, I thought, after what I've just done I guess a little exhibitionism isn't a big deal. Jorge grabbed me and lifted me onto the trunk of the car. He raised my skirt and jerked my thighs apart. There were no teasing or slow preparatory strokes, he just buried his mouth between my legs and began fiercely licking, sucking and biting. He shoved three fingers deep into my pussy and I came instantly, unable to hold back a scream. I tried to pull away, it was just too intense, but he clamped his hands on my thighs and continued to suck and bite my clit. I moaned and bucked, trying to pull away but he reached up and smacked me across one breast, then pinched the nipple hard. I screamed again as a second orgasm ripped through me. I collapsed back on the car weakly but he grabbed me. "Wait a minute," I begged. Ignoring me, he opened the back door of the car, tossed my gym bag to the floor, and dumped me unceremoniously onto the leather seat. Looking down, I could see his cock was rock hard again, even bigger than before, angry and red with veins bulging. He jerked my hips forward and buried himself to the hilt. I moaned in satisfaction as the hard hot length of him filled me, stretching my pussy nearly to bursting. He thrust into me over and over, balls slapping against my ass. One hand held my hip and the other toyed with my exquisitely sensitized nipples. "Oh God, I'm going to come again," I whispered. Immediately he stopped, pulling almost all the way out. "Oh no, mamacita," he said. "You'll come when I say and not before." Gritting my teeth, I shoved my pussy against him, squeezing with my internal muscles. He stayed stone still, enjoying my agony. I reached around and squeezed his balls. "Fuck me, you bastard," I demanded. "Ask me nice," he taunted. I reached up and gave one of his flat brown nipples a vicious pinch. "Fuck. Me. Now. Please." I nearly shouted. Finally he started moving again, banging into me hard as he neared his own climax. One more thrust put me over the edge, hips bucking and head thrashing. He slowly pulled out, his still-hard cock glistening with my juices. He flipped me over and used his fingers to draw moisture from my pussy to my ass. He slid one finger, then two inside, preparing me for the invasion of his huge dick. Finally he entered me and I gasped at the feeling of fullness. He slapped my ass hard, once, twice. "Do you like me fucking your ass?" he asked roughly. My only answer was to rear back to meet his pounding thrusts. He reached around and rubbed my aching clit. I couldn't believe I was going to come again, but this time I wasn't dumb enough to announce it. The sting of his intermittent slaps on my ass contrasted with the delicious feeling of being filled with his cock. I came again, moaning and shivering wildly. Finally, he let himself go. After a few final hard thrusts, he pulled out and shot streams of hot cum all over my reddened, aching ass. As I lay there gasping, he slapped me lightly on the butt again, almost affectionately. "Gotta go clock out," he said, casually zipping his coveralls and sauntering off. "So much for afterglow," I laughed weakly, dragging myself out of the backseat. I grabbed my gym bag and headed off to the ladies room to get myself together. Steve's Auto Shop Ch. 02 I spent several minutes in the ladies room, cleaning myself up, repairing my makeup, combing the passion induced snarls out of the back of my hair. When I emerged, Steve was waiting for me. He handed me my keys and paperwork. I blushed furiously but he smiled gently and didn’t seem to be judgmental. “Umm…Jorge isn’t really a one-woman kinda guy,” he said. I laughed. “That’s OK, I’m not going to drop in and stare mooney-eyed at him all the time, or make loud scenes in front of your customers. This was just a …” I trailed off, trying to find words to convince him I wasn’t a horny slut, despite today’s evidence to the contrary. “…a one-time walk on the wild side for me.” I sighed heavily. “See, I broke up with my boyfriend about six months ago and I just got to feeling lonely and deprived…” I trailed off again. “I can relate to that. My wife died in an accident three years ago. I didn’t think I’d make it at first. It’s better now but there are still times when I get so lonely I think I could die.” How sad. I’d been bringing my car to Steve’s Auto for the past several years but I didn’t know he’d lost his wife. “I’m sorry,” I said quietly. “Like I said, it’s better now. I’ve even started dating recently, although I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.” “Well, if you’re not busy, would you like to go grab a bite to eat?” I asked. “Sounds like we could both use the company.” “Love to,” he said. “We can just leave your car locked in the shop and come back for it afterwards.” He opened the door to the shop and indicated for me to precede him in. He led me over to a gleaming black BMW motorcycle. “Do you mind?” he asked, indicating the bike. “I like to ride this when the weather’s nice.” “Ohhh…I’d love it. But only if you promise you’ll take us out on a back road and really open it up. I haven’t ridden a motorcycle in years. I’m not sure I’m dressed for it, though!” “Well, it’s dark,” he chuckled, “so nobody will be able to see. But here,” he handed me a leather jacket, “it’s getting cooler since the sun’s gone down.” He rolled the bike out of the shop, lowered the overhead door and kick started the motor. I buckled on his extra helmet and mounted the bike behind him, arranging my skirt the best I could to preserve my modesty. It took me a few minutes to get accustomed to the motion of the bike and I clutched Steve’s middle tightly until I could relax. My pussy still felt swollen and my ass ached from Jorge’s punishment. The thin silk panties I wore were no barrier between me and the vibrations of the powerful motor. I felt my nipples begin to harden as I spread my thighs wider and snuggled closer to Steve’s back. He headed north on the main drag out of town and I sat back and just enjoyed the ride. All too soon the bike rolled to a stop. We were in the parking lot of a small convenience store. “Wait right here,” he instructed, and dashed inside. Bemused, I waited obediently. Steve returned shortly with a couple of grocery bags which he stowed in one of the saddlebags. “I thought we could have a picnic up at Black Mountain,” he said. As he remounted the bike, I noticed a decided bulge in the front of his khaki pants. I pressed close to him again as we continued toward the park. If my hands accidentally brushed his lap when I adjusted my position, I don’t think he minded. My panties were damp from my proximity to Steve’s warm body combined with the rumbling of the powerful motorcycle between my legs. When we reached the gates of the park, I spotted the sign that said PARK CLOSES AT DUSK and figured we’d have to go somewhere else, but Steve just dismounted and helped me down. Then he simply rolled the bike up on the grass and around the chain-wrapped gates. We headed for the small lake. He parked and extracted the grocery bags and a picnic blanket from the saddlebag. “Are you always prepared or what?” I joked, indicating the blanket. “I was a Boy Scout,” he admitted, blushing a little. I was charmed by this quiet admission. His gentle consideration was soothing after Jorge’s rough treatment. I looked at him more closely. We’d met several times over the years but I’d never really seen him. He wasn’t in-your-face handsome like Jorge, but with his sandy hair, brown eyes and average build he was nice-looking in a quiet, steady way. We strolled slowly down to the path surrounding the lake. The moon was up and it was almost as bright as day. He selected a picnic table at the water’s edge and helped me walk over the rough ground to get there. He folded the blanket over and indicated I should sit on the bench facing the water. I tried to take the bags from him and set out the picnic but he waved me away. He spread out a six pack of imported beer, cheese and crackers, a bag of cookies, and some slightly worse-for-wear bananas. “Pickings were pretty slim,” he observed. “It’s wonderful,” I said. “After all that…activity…earlier, I’m really hungry.” “I can imagine,” he said dryly. “I watched you, you know.” “I know. At the time I was turned on by it, but now that you’re not a stranger anymore, I’m embarrassed by it,” I said quietly. “Don’t be. It aroused me more than anything has in a very long time. You’re incredibly sexy and strong. Most girls just let Jorge do whatever he wants without a whimper.” With that, he turned his attention to his dinner, polishing off a couple of beers and a good quantity of cheese, crackers and fruit. I ate my fill and then sighed deeply, breathing in the cool night air. “It’s beautiful,” I said. “Yes it is,” he agreed, looking right at me. My breath caught in my throat and I licked my suddenly dry lips. He followed my darting tongue with his eyes. “I want to kiss you,” he stated. Not bothering to answer, I laid my hand gently on his cheek and brought my mouth to his. We shared a sweet, exploratory kiss, breath mingling and tongues dancing. He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine for a minute. Then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me again, a long deep kiss that had my toes tingling. He ran his hands over my arms, my back, my shoulders. Then he kissed the corners of my mouth and nibbled his way down my neck. He delicately licked my ear. His warm breath made me shiver and I could feel my nipples tighten. As if sensing this, he ran his hands up my sides and began to lightly caress my breasts. I ran my own hands over his strong shoulders and biceps. “I want to see you in the moonlight,” he said. He pulled me to my feet and slowly slipped off my jacket, following it with my lacy top. As he unhooked my bra, I glanced around uneasily. “No one’s around for miles,” he reassured me. The cool night air made my nipples even harder, and Steve teased me by licking and nibbling at my breast, circling around the nipple but not touching it. He reached behind me and unzipped my skirt, slipping it down my legs along with my panties. Drawing me against him, he gave me another slow, sweet kiss. Standing there naked, pressed up against his fully clothed body, was extremely erotic and I could feel my pussy lips swelling. I was already very wet. Placing my hands on his ass, I rubbed it all over, pushing his growing erection against my mound. We rocked back and forth that way for a few minutes, with my increasingly restless hands wandering all over his ass, back, shoulders and chest. Finally, he allowed me to unbutton his shirt. I explored his strong chest, taking a few minutes to tease his nipples with fingers and tongue. Then I slowly removed his shoes, socks and pants, leaving us both naked in the moonlight. Steve sat down on the bench, one leg on either side. He pulled me across his lap. Balancing with my hands on his shoulders, I teased us both by sliding my wet pussy back and forth across his hard cock. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the delicious friction generated by his thick, hot dick rubbing up and down against my clit. He put his hands on my hips, grinding my slippery wet box into him. We were both panting with excitement. He slowed the movement of my hips and stared into my eyes. “I want to be inside you,” he said. I rose slightly and grasped his rock-hard penis, slipping it inside my warm pussy. We both drew a sharp breath as he slowly slid deep inside. He held my hips again and guided me up and down in a slow rhythm. We kissed and looked into each other’s eyes and I could feel my orgasm building. I tried to speed up, but he just kept the same tempo, making it last. I raised up on tiptoe, pulling myself up high enough so that just the head of Steve’s cock was resting between my pussy lips. I waited a beat then slowly lowered myself back down. I did this over and over until it was he who was desperate to speed up. He finally began to circle my clit with his thumb, increasing the intensity along with his thrusts. My head dropped back and my eyes closed. My nipples brushed lightly against his chest and ached for something more. I reached up and took one in my hand, twisting and pulling. Steve placed a hand on the other breast and squeezed the nipple hard. “You’re going to make me come,” I whispered. “Look at me,” he instructed, “I want to see your face when you go over the edge.” I did as he asked, and seconds later I felt a wrenching climax wash over me. I shuddered in his arms, eyes going blind. He held me tightly, driving his hard-on deep inside me. Then his body tensed and he thrust one final time. It was his turn to shudder and I felt his throbbing cock squirt a thick stream of cum into my quivering pussy. I went limp, resting my head on his shoulder. I could feel our mingled juices slowly leaking around where we were still joined. “Are you cold?” he asked a few minutes later. Without waiting for an answer, he got up and gathered our scattered clothes; helping me dress and then putting his own clothes back on. Packing up the remnants of our picnic, we made our way back to where the bike was parked. “We’ll go back to the shop and get your car, then I’ll follow to make sure you get home OK,” Steve said. “There’s no need for you to do that,” I protested. “Oh, yes there is,” he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “All right then,” I laughed, “but only if you let me drive.” He gave me a quick refresher in gearshift, clutch, brake and accelerator. We mounted the motorcycle and started off down the road, the bike bucking and screeching under my inexpert handling. Playfully, Steve began to stroke my hips and thighs, rubbing his hands up the sides of my breasts. “You better stop,” I yelled. “We might crash.” “Aw, hell,” he said good-naturedly, “we’re only going 15 miles an hour!” But he reluctantly stopped his distracting explorations. I gained more confidence as we rode and we made it safely back to the shop. He followed me home as promised, but our night didn’t end there… Steve's Auto Shop Ch. 03 "Stacy, are you sure you don't mind going to this Christmas party?" Steve asked. "Jake's still pretty much a party animal and his crowd can get kind of wild. Last year the cops came several times, there were people doing drugs, and I'm pretty sure there was an orgy going on in one of the back bedrooms." I laughed. "Sounds like fun to me. Besides, if we don't like it, we can leave, right?" "Sure," he said. "I'll pick you up at 8:00, and I'll be in the car." "The car" is Steve's meticulously maintained Porsche Carrera. "Well, if you must," I sighed. "But I sure will miss snuggling up to you on the back of the motorcycle. But it's probably for the best. I'm wearing a very short skirt and very high heels." "Can't wait. See you in a couple of hours." I hung up the phone and began to get ready for our date. Steve and I had developed a very comfortable relationship since that night at his auto shop last spring. We were taking it slow, seeing each other only a couple of times a week. Steve was a tender and considerate lover, always making sure my needs were completely satisfied before attending to his own. He often surprised me with flowers for no reason and even a few times with a new sex toy. I took my time, soaking in a hot tub, scrubbing, shaving, smoothing and perfuming every inch of skin. I applied extra shadow to my blue eyes and even sprinkled some body glitter on my shoulders. I put my long blonde hair on top of my head, with a few loose curls spilling down. Going to the closet, I pulled out my new dress. "This oughta knock Steve's socks off," I thought. It was screaming red with tiny straps that criss-crossed in the back and a plunging halter neckline which accentuated my full, round breasts. The back dipped low, exposing the dimples above my ass. The neckline and waist were trimmed with sequins and the multilayer skirt was short and flirty. The matching shoes were nothing more than a spike heel and a few bits of red ribbon. The doorbell rang precisely at 8:00. Steve's jaw dropped gratifyingly when he saw me. "My god, you look incredible. Is that dress legal?" "Sure," I said. "Even good girls have to take a walk on the wild side every now and then." He escorted me to the car and we drove the short distance to his assistant manager's house. The place was lit up like...well, Christmas...and there were cars parked at the curb all up and down the street. We knocked on the front door and Jake let us in. "Hey boss man. Hey boss's lady. Looking fine tonight. Come on in and have a drink." "Why does he remind me of a 70's sitcom character?" I laughed. We entered the crowded living room and Jake got us a drink, chatted for a few minutes, then drifted off toward a group of barely-legal looking girls giggling in the corner. I looked around and saw a few people I recognized from the auto shop, including Jorge. Jorge and I had a very memorable encounter in the shop one night when my car needed a new set of tires. We'd seen each other a few times since then, keeping a casual distance between each other. I knew it would be dangerous to hook up with him again but thoughts of our time together fueled my fantasies every now and then. He sauntered over, leading a woman by the hand. "Steve," he said briefly, then looking at me, "gringa." I rolled my eyes. "Who's your friend?" "This is my woman, Maria." My eye roll was mental this time, and I just nodded at the girl. She was beautiful, with a height I envied, dark hair and eyes, long curly hair and a lush figure. She smiled shyly but didn't say anything. "Come on Maria," he said, dragging her away, "let's go get some food." "What a caveman," I said. "Are you uncomfortable being around him?" Steve asked. "We can leave if you want." "No," I said, "it's fine." "Do you think about being with him again?" he inquired, staring at me intently. I chose my words carefully, not wanting to hurt his feelings. "I am deliriously happy being with you," I said, punctuating this with a soft kiss on his lips, "but sometimes..." "It's OK," he said. "Sometimes I think about it, too. This time I would want in on the action." Whoa. Heat pooled instantly between my legs at his words. "You sure know how to push my buttons. Having two men has always been a fantasy of mine." He winked, "well, maybe we'll see what we can do later. But for now, let's mingle. A lot of my employees are here." We did the work-the-room thing and had several more drinks. A couple of hours later, nature called. I slipped off to the restroom, noticing my sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks as I refreshed my lipstick. Steve's words had been in the back of my mind all night. Even if nothing happened at the party, we were going to have a wild time when we got back to my place. When I stepped back out into the hall, I was grabbed around the waist. "What the...?" A hand clamped over my mouth and I was dragged down the hall toward the last door on the right. I was pretty buzzed but after the fog lifted I realized that Steve had grabbed me. He pushed open the door and revealed a man's bedroom with a king-size bed made up with satin sheets. He tossed me down on it and flung himself on top of me. Any roughness was completely out of character for him so it was incredibly arousing. He kissed me hard, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. Then he raised slightly and untied the straps of my dress, baring my breasts. "This dress has been driving me crazy all night. I'd be standing there, talking to one of my employees, and all I could think about was ripping this dress off and burying myself inside you." "Be my guest," I murmured, wrapping my arms around his shoulders as he buried his face in my bare breasts. He nuzzled and licked my hard nipples, using both hands to caress and squeeze my sensitive flesh. "Mmmmm..." my head turned limply to the side. And I saw someone standing silhouetted in the doorway. Feeling my start of surprise, Steve looked over. Unsurprised, he nodded at the man to enter the room. It was Jorge. A wave of sensation flooded over me, memories of my last encounter with Jorge and anticipation for what was to come. I shivered and my nipples got even harder. He strolled over to the bed, looking down at us and smiling slightly. There was already a large bulge in his faded blue jeans. He rubbed it suggestively and I licked my lips involuntarily in response. Steve put his arms around me and pulled me toward the foot of the bed. He lifted my skirt, smiled when he saw I wasn't wearing panties, spread my legs, and motioned for Jorge to move between them. Steve lay down beside me and began to kiss me passionately. As Steve kissed me, Jorge placed his big hands on my thighs and spread them wider. Then he spread the lips of my pussy and dipped his head, licking up and down slowly. He made love to me almost tenderly with his mouth, certainly with more care than last time we were together. "Maria must be some woman," I thought dizzily. Steve moved down to lick and nibble at my neck and collarbone. Then he trailed a string of kisses down my chest and captured a hard nipple in his mouth. He sucked it, then scraped it gently with his teeth, all the while rolling my other nipple between a thumb and forefinger. The sensation of one warm mouth on my breast and another on my pussy was indescribable. Mindblowing. Literally the most amazing thing I have ever felt. I tossed my head from side to side, holding the back of one hand to my mouth to stifle a scream of ecstasy. My hips were bucking but Jorge kept a tight grip on my hips, licking my clit and sliding a finger in and out of my throbbing pussy. I tried to pull away, to let the intensity subside so it would last longer but neither man would let me. A huge wave of pleasure washed over me and I stiffened, riding the climax for what seemed like hours. I opened my eyes to see Jorge unzipping his jeans and freeing his stiff cock. He pulled me toward him and slipped inside. I moaned at the feel of him burying himself in my tight pussy. He began to thrust in a slow rhythm. Steve withdrew from my breasts and moved toward the foot of the bed. He lay beside one of my thighs and reached over until he could apply his tongue to my still throbbing clit. He licked as Jorge pumped in and out of me. The idea of the two men working my pussy together took my breath away and I could feel another orgasm building. I rubbed my hands over my breasts, squeezing and pulling on my own nipples. The stimulation from hands, mouth and cock was so powerful that I came again, even harder than before. I might have passed out for a moment because before I knew it, I had been flipped over on the bed. I was on my knees, ass in the air in front of Jorge. I looked back over my shoulder to see him holding his still-raging hard on. He gave it a few hard strokes, making my mouth water. I wiggled invitingly and he obligingly pulled me closer and began fucking me doggie-style. I groaned at the feeling of fullness as he plunged in and out of me, controlling my movements with his rough hands on my ass. I turned my head to see Steve kneeling in front of me, stroking his own rock-hard cock. "Let me," I whispered. I took him into my mouth, drawing him deep. I licked around the head, paying special attention to the sensitive spot below. I licked and nibbled my way up and down the hard ridge underneath. Then I licked his balls, drawing first one, then the other gently into my mouth. I stroked firmly with my hand at the base while sucking on the head for awhile, then changed tactics to take him deep in my mouth, as deep as I could, fucking him with my warm, wet mouth. His hands tightened on the back of my head and his breathing changed. I could tell he was about to cum and I wanted it to be as good for him as he had helped make it for me. I took him still deeper, and sucked his cock harder and faster. Soon, he groaned and I could feel his hot cum streaming down my throat. I greedily sucked him dry, slowing and gentling my strokes as his body began to relax. At the same time, I could feel my own orgasm building. Jorge reached around between my legs and flicked my clit with his finger, which precipitated another earth-shattering climax. It wasn't long until Jorge began pumping faster and faster, his own release nearing. One final thrust, and I could feel him shoot stream after stream deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me and I collapsed next to Steve. We lay there in a warm, lazy pile for a few minutes, then Jorge withdrew. He slapped Steve on the shoulder and they shared one of those man-to-man grins. Dropping a kiss on the top of my head, he zipped up his jeans and left the room. Steve and I cuddled on Jake's bed for awhile longer. "Merry Christmas, Stace," he said.