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Yolanda goes to Jiffy Lube

By: kholoblicin



Yolanda Monroe eased her white 2009 Nissan Altima into one of the work bays of her local Jiffy Lube. It was a cold December evening, just before Christmas. She wouldn't be here except her baby had a weird knocking sound coming from under the hood. 

She glanced around the place, but couldn't see any workers. 'That's weird. If no one is here, why was the door open?' She beeped her horn and was rewarded with a door opening further in. The tall, blonde, slab of beef walking towards her made her stomach flip, and palms sweaty. Her throat went dry as her heart rate increased. The light blue overalls he wore clung to his muscled form like a second skin. A brief flash of pulling down the zipper with her teeth almost made her swoon. 'Get a hold of yourself, girl.' Then, 'I'd love for him to get a hold of me. Damn.'

He reached a long arm out and flicked a switch. An instant later, the garage was flooded with light, giving her a good look at him. He was about six feet even, and looked to be either a football player, or a professional wrestler. Before she could catch herself, she pictured him in nothing but boots, kneepads, elbow pads, and the little underwear style tights. She grew damp. 'Fucking hormones. It would have to be just before Aunt Flo visits that I meet this guy. If I'm not careful, I'm going to be throwing myself at him. Jeremy wouldn't be happy with that. Is he ever-' She crushed the thought. She was married, and that was that. 

She opened the car door, and rose to her full five foot two height. He stepped further into the light, and his piercing blue eyes took her breath away. 'Damn. Why'd he have to have blue eyes?' Blues were one of her weaknesses. This, plus her hormones making her horny, and not having sex made for a dangerous combination. Her husband's touch made her skin crawl any more.

"Welcome tae Jiffy Lube, cailín álainn. I'm Michael. How may I be of service to you?"

'Fuck. He's Irish, too? I'm doomed.' She ran her fingers through her thick raven hair, and smiled at him. Her hair was her best, and as usual, only decent feature. "I'm Yolanda, and I'm having car troubles, I think."

Michael nodded. "It's what I be here for. What seems tae be the issue?"

"There's a knocking coming from under my hood."

"Is it when ye start your car, after ye've been running it for a while, or something else?"

"It varies. Sometimes when it's been running, and sometimes when I start it."

He nodded again. "Pop the hood for me, would ye?"

"Sure." Yolanda slid behind the wheel and pulled the hood lever, causing the lid to raise an inch.

Michael walked over and raised the hood the rest of the way. He placed the bracing rod in place and got a light. "Start her up, would ye, cailín álainn?" A few seconds later, the Altima purred to life, then started knocking. "Ms. Yolanda, would ye turn off the engine and come here?"

She shut it off, and came around the side to where he peered inside the engine. "Yes?"

"Yer timin' belt has slipped. It be a simple fix, and rather expensive." He glanced at her. "If ye'd like, I can teach ye how to place it where it belongs so ye don't have tae pay five hundred dollars tae have someone fix it."

"Really?" He nodded. "Wow. I've never had anyone offer to teach me anything useful like this."

"Well, look here, cailín álainn." He proceeded to show her how to take the battery cable off, remove the distributer cap and rotate the engine. As he instructed her, he'd have her reach in and use the tools as often as he would do it himself. His hand covered hers by accident for a few seconds, causing a spark to shoot up her arm before he jerked away.

Heart pounding, but a little hurt, she looked over at him. She was amused and relived to see Michael had turned a bright red. 'I wonder...' When he turned back, she reached up, and stroked her hair. 'Was that casual to Michael, or was it obvious I wanted him to look?'

She saw him look at her playing with her black tresses, then his gorgeous peepers slid further down her body. As they did, she became more aware of their closeness, and the scent emanating from him. It was the smell of engine grease mixed with the scent of leather, and the slight mint fragrance of Brut aftershave, or cologne. They were intoxicating together. 

His gaze came up to hers, and she could see the naked want in his eyes. She bit her side of her lower lip, and gasped when his attention locked in that slight movement. 'I have his undivided attention,' she thought, peering at him. 'This is new. I wonder how far it'll go.' She surreptitiously slid her hand up and gently scratched the side of her breast. He was riveted. His tongue flicked out to wet his lip, a flash of pink that made her knees weak. 'You're a married woman. Stop playing with this man before you get burned.' She chose to ignore the inner voice. Her hand stole up, and caressed her throat. He swallowed hard. 'I wonder...'

"Michael?" Her voice was soft.

He started, and flushed brick red. "A-aye?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" 'Why the hell did you ask him that, girl?'

"N-nay."

She reached out and slid her finger up his large forearm. 'Ooh. That's solid muscle.' He swallowed with an audible click. "Why not?"

"I h-have diff...diff...troubles ta-talkin' to them."

"How can a big, strapping man like you have difficulties talking to women? I'm sure they're falling all over themselves to be with you."

"N-nay. Th-tha l-l-ladies only want guh-guys they can talk tae. Nuh-not stutterin' galoots like me."

"You're not a galoot." 'What does that even mean?' 

"Just talk to them the same way you did with the girl who relieved you of your virginity." She smiled up at him.

He turned away. "Himemergin."

She walked around in front of him. "What?"

"I'm a virgin," he whispered, shame evident in his voice.

Her eye flew wide. "Really?"

He crossed his big arms over his barrel chest. "You don't have to sound so delighted." His brogue had disappeared.

"Are you kidding? I am delighted!"

His left eyebrow quirked up as his lips sank into a frown. He straightened to his full six foot height. "Why?"

Her eyes sparkled like fresh-polished diamonds. "Women love the idea of being a guy's first. Virgins are so much fun."

"Really?" His head tilted to the left as his hands dropped to his sides. "Why is that?"

She tentatively placed her hands on his chest, then pulled back as if burned. "Um..." 'What are you doing, Yolanda? Get the damned car repair paid for, and get out of there. If Jeremy were to find out you've been flirting with this guy, you know...'

Michael watched Yolanda struggle with something. He knew she was about to tell him something important, but couldn't think of what it might be. He took in her tiny body dressed in blue jeans and a white blouse with mother-of-pearl buttons. She was curvy in all the right places, and he fought to ignore the growing hardness in his underwear. There seemed to be an inexplicable sadness about her. 'How can anyone this beautiful be sad? Her boyfriend probably fawns over her constantly. I know I would.' She turned back to the car and leaned down to peer at the engine.

"So, are we--"

He obeyed some impulse that made him reach out and cup her cheek. She looked over at him, hazel eyes wide. He gently pulled her around to stand before him."

"What were ye about tae say, cailín álainn?"

"What does that mean?"

"Beautiful girl." Unexpectedly, her gorgeous eyes welled up. "Hey, hey, what be wrong, lass?"

She swallowed. "You've been nicer to me in the last hour and a half than anyone has been to me in the last twenty years." She sniffed.

Michael took her by the hand and lead her back to his office. As they went in, he punched the button to lower the bay door. As it trundled down, it cut off the biting wind and swirling snow.

He gave her a box of tissues and guided her to the bathroom. While she straightened herself out, he started to brew a pot of coffee. He couldn't stand the stuff, but most of his customers loved it. 

'I'm going to do it. I hope she doesn't go spare, and slap me before doing a runner.' Since she was taking a while in the bathroom, he decided to quickly change out of his work clothes. The billowing snow outside his window told him Yolanda would be his last customer. He opened the closet door, and unzipped his coverall. He kicked off his boots and shrugged out of the tight garment. He pulled on his jeans, and heard the bathroom door open.

Yolanda stepped out of the bathroom, and flicked the light off. She froze in place when she caught sight of his broad, muscular back on the other side of a mahogany desk. As she looked closer, she noticed a network of scars, including an intriguing crescent shaped one on his left side, along what she called the "short ribs." By the time she crossed the room, Michael had turned to face her. Black denim jeans clung snugly to his hips. A blue chambray shirt was held lightly in his big hand. 'I wonder what his hands will be like on my skin?' She swallowed, hard, as her breathing quickened. She'd had a long internal debate about what she now had planned. Her hormones, Michael, and his obvious attraction won out over the marriage certificate, and her fear of her husband. She'd reasoned that she had to take this opportunity. It would be her only indiscretion, and she wanted to know what it would be like to be touched with the type of attraction, and awe that she saw in his eyes. She knew, that even when she insisted he be rough, her preferred type of sex, he'd still be gentle. 'Am I really going to do this?'

She placed her hands over his bare chest. The heat of his flesh made her release a breath she was unaware of holding. He was simultaneously hard, and velvety soft. She trailed her fingers down his torso, grinning when his taut, smooth belly drew in as she skimmed the surface. She tilted her head back, and locked gazes with him.

"Kiss me." Her voice was soft, but the command was apparent.

Michael gently cupped her cheeks and slanted his mouth over hers. His tentativeness, and hesitation gave proof of his inexperience. Yolanda wrapped her arms around his neck, twined her fingers in his hair, and took over the kiss.

She nipped his lower lip, and slid her tongue into his mouth when his lips parted. She touched his tongue with her own, and beckoned his to follow her movements in the kiss. She traced his teeth, and swirled her tongue around his. He responded in kind, and then she lightly suckled at his tongue. She was delighted when several seconds later, he led her to return to his mouth and he sucked at hers. She moaned against his lips when he instinctively reached down and cupped her ass with both of his massive hands. She broke the kiss. "Squeeze my ass hard," she gasped.

"Ah-are ye sure?"

She nodded. He obeyed, squeezing her ass and inadvertently pulled her hard against him. 'Holy shit. He's huge. Will he fit?' His hardness throbbed against her sensitive mound, making her shiver in anticipation. 'Shit. I'm not going to be able to take my time with Michael like Ron took his with me.' She pushed the thought of her fifth lover out of her mind and returned her focus to the man who had her in his muscular arms. She pushed away from him, and sat on the desk behind her. "Unbutton my blouse. Be gentle and take your time."

He nodded, and slowly worked each button through its hole. When he reached the area when the blouse was tucked in, Michael reached to unbutton her jeans. She slapped his hand and he looked back at her passion darkened eyes.

"Reach in and touch my breasts." He slid his hand into her blouse and clasped his paw on her boob. 

"Ouch!" She slapped his hand again. "Not so hard. Be gentle."

His left eyebrow quirked upward again. He thought for a few minutes, then grinned. "Like the engine of a Mustang SRT8."

"Huh?"

In response, he lightly caressed her left breast through her bra, and ever so gently cupped her whole breast. She moaned, and arched her back, pressing her breast against his hand. "Don't forget the other one," she whispered hoarsely. He placed his hand over her left breast, palming it, then gently lifted it up and outward before relaxing and reaching down to her jeans. She stood so he could unbutton and unzip them. "Touch my panties."

Michael slipped his finger inside her jeans and brushed against her venus mons. Her hips bucked to meet his hand. Yolanda pushed his hand away, and stood. "Take my jeans off, and go to your knees as you do so." As he obeyed her command, the heat radiating from her sex caressed his face. There was an intoxicating aroma coming from her pink panties. He paused on his knees with her jeans around hers. "What're you doing?" He ignored her question, entranced by the bright red ribbons drawn on her panties. 'What would happen if I traced these designs?' He reached up, and barely grazing the satin, traced a ribbon close to her left thigh.

At his touch, lightening shot through her body, causing her knees to buckle. She threw her hands on his broad shoulders to keep from falling. 'Shit! What was that? Did he just make me come?' His finger traced the same spot, just a little firmer. The electricity surged through her again. "Ohmigod." Her whole body trembled and shook. Her insides vibrated. He traced the outline of her though her underwear and fireworks went off behind her eyes. Her muscles locked and her breathing stopped. Her head was tilted back, a silent scream directed to the ceiling. All awareness tunneled down to the sensation of his finger gliding around her sex, then exploded outward. Her body went completely limp. Her pent up cry came out in a loud cry as her orgasm washed through her. Dimly, she was aware of her hips bucking against his hand once, twice, three times as pure ecstasy flowed through her being.

Warmth radiated throughout her body as she came back to herself. She beamed at Michael. 'That was amazing. And...' "Intense."

"Guh-good, cailín álainn?"

Eyes wide and glowing, she nodded. She wiped sweat from her forehead, pushing her hair back at the same time. "Very much so." 

He grinned. "What be next, taibhseach?"

Part of her was curious about what he called her this time, but the greater part of her wanted to continue. "Pull my panties down." He hooked his index fingers over the waistband of her satin underwear, and slowly tugged them down to where her jeans sat bunched just below her knees. "Stand up." When he did so, she unsnapped his jeans and pushed them down together with his black boxers. 

'What's with guys and wearing black?' She wondered idly before looking at his hardness. 'He's not gonna fit. I'm sure of it.' 

She wrapped her small hand around his erection, and smiled when he groaned and twitched. She slid her hand up and down him, delighting in his sounds of pleasure. When his knees buckled a little from her thumb grazing the underside of the tip, she felt powerful, like she could take on the world. 

'He's so much bigger than me, could probably snap me in half like a twig, yet I made him groan in pleasure, and almost fall.' She reached under him with her other hand and gently cupped his sack. His head rolled back on his shoulders and he moaned aloud. 'I wonder what would happen if I did...' She made a circle with her thumb and index finger and twisted it, gently, just behind the ridge of his dick. 

"Oh, god! Yolanda!"

He swelled, and thickened more. His sack drew up tighter. 'I can make him cum, right now,' she thought wonderingly. Instead, she released him and turned around. She bent over his desk, legs parted. "I want you inside me, Michael. Now." He opened his eyes, a bit disgruntled, and achy, when she stopped, but the sight of her leaning on his desk, firm, smooth ass on display with her legs parted and showing the curve of her labia, made him forget all about his minor upset. At her command, he angled his dick down to her opening, and slid into heaven. She felt like a hot, wet, velvet fist gripping him firmly. 

Yolanda grunted from his unfinessed entry. It hurt a bit, but it was a delicious pain. When he started to pull back, she raised her hand behind her. "Wait." She panted a bit. "Not yet. Whew. Let me get used to you."

"I'm sorry."

"No, no." She panted a bit more. "No need for sorry. I forgot to tell you to go slow." He twitched deep inside her, causing her to moan. "Slide your hands over my hips, and sides. Get my body used to you again." He did as instructed. 'Jesus. How is it that someone so big is so gentle?' His calloused hands glided over the round bubble of her butt, then passed over her hips. He paused and gave them a gentle squeeze and she groaned. She grew wetter and wiggled her butt a little. This caused him to sink in a bit further. 

"Ohmigod! I've never been this full." His hands glided over her back and one found its way to her front, and skimmed over her labia. Another lightning bolt ripped through her. She gripped the sides of the desk, as her wetness ran down the inside of her thigh. 'Uggghh!' "Pull back, slow, and then thrust back in, also slow."

Michael slowly withdrew, staring in fascination as her labia puckered outward along his dick. He withdrew until just the head was inside her, then even more slowly slid back into her. Her moans and gripping pussy almost had him cum right then, but he bit his tongue, not wanting to embarrass himself. 'If she keeps squeezing me like this, I'm not going tae resist. Should I ask her tae stop? Oh god. I'm gonna...' "Taibhseach, I'm gonna cum!"

In response, she squeezed him tighter. He swelled, and twitched, then thrust deep inside her. A split second later, her insides were bathed by splashes of his hot seed. The third spurt sent her over the edge. Her cries blended with his, echoing through the office, and into the empty garage.

His hands gripped her hips a few seconds later, and he slowly resumed thrusting inside her. 

"Ohmigod, Michael! What the hell?"

"By tha sound o' delight in yer voice, ye've never had anyone ready for a second round?"

"Mmm. Nooo."

The sound of his hips slapping rhythmically against her butt filled the air. She ran her fingers through her hair, and bit her lip. "Slap my ass."

"Huh?"

"Quick. Slap my ass. Spank me!" He drew his hand back and swatted her derriere, hard. The sting melted into pleasure, sending tingles running up her spine. "Again." He obeyed. "Ohhh," she groaned. Then. "Pull out."

He withdrew and she pushed him back. She turned to face him, and pushed her clothes the rest of the way to the floor. She went to her knees and took him into her mouth. For the first time, she tasted herself. She pushed the thought of that away, and concentrated on him. She slid her tongue around the tip of his dick, then down its length. He groaned, and fisted his hand in her hair. 'Ohmigod. This is so hot. It's like he's making me his. Time to show him something else fun...'

She gently nibbled the side of his dick, then ran her tongue back and forth over it before swallowing him once more. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could. She stopped short of gagging herself, and he allowed it. His hand is in my hair, yet I'm still in control. Holy shit. That's amazing.' A few moments later, he tugged under her arms. She let him slip out of her mouth, and looked up to find him looking down at her. Michael lifted Yolanda to her feet and set her back on his desk, her legs spread wide. He kicked off his clothes and sat in the chair before the desk. He was positioned perfectly between her legs. He gently stroked her swollen labia with his finger while staring into her eyes.

"Teach me tae please ye, cailín álainn." His smooth tenor was desire roughened to a ragged baritone.

'Oh fuck. Is this guy for real? She peered closely into his eyes, trying to focus. His fingers, gliding over and between her labia and around her clit, made it hard to. She grabbed his hand to still it. 'Focus, girl.' Michael maintained strong eye contact with little blinking. His pupils were completely dilated, his breathing slow and steady, despite their recent exertions. She got a fluttery sensation in her belly. 'Yes he is. Wow.' This was new. Still...


Yolanda goes to Jiffy Lube



"What are you willing to do?"

"As you wish."

'That's scary.' "Really?" He nodded. "Anything?" Another nod. She reached out and snagged a handful of his golden hair, and tugged him downward. He came without question, or hesitation. She guided his face to her sex. "Eat me."

"What?"

"Use your tongue on me."

"Where?"

She pushed his face closer. "Here."

"Say it." He grinned up at her.

"Mmhuny." She mumbled.

"I didna catch that, taibhseach."

She groaned at the puff of his breath against her heated, and dripping sex. "My pussy," she whispered.

"I'm sorry?"

"My pussy." This time her voice was audible.

"What about it?"

"Lick it."

"Put it all together."

"I want you to lick my pussy."

"Like this?" He swiped his tongue over her labia. She panted. "More." Two laps. "Much more." Four this time. "Don't make me beg." His tongue traced the same path his finger had earlier. It went over her left labia, over her mons, and down her right. "Stop teasing me."

"Tell me what to do."

"Part my labia, and lick..." She jumped. "There." 

His tongue found her clit, and he locked on to it. At first, it was delightful, but the same steady lapping grew boring after a few minutes. She knotted her fingers in his hair and moved him to a new place. He moved willingly. Then stayed put. She groaned in frustration. "Move around," she growled.

"Mm-hmm." The muffled note of agreement sent a shock through her. 'That's different.' 

Michael decided to experiment with using his tongue on her. He'd never done this before, so he was fumbling around in the dark, so-to-speak. He slide his tongue over her right labia to the outside of her sex, then slid it along the outline of her for a few seconds. When he reached the arch of her Mound of Venus, he dragged his tongue down the center of her sex, partially dipping between her labia as he did so. He was rewarded by the buck of her hips against his mouth. He grinned, and reversed his path. Another buck of her hips. 'She nibbled on the side of my dick earlier. I wonder...' He very gently nibbled on her left labia, just barely closing his teeth over her, then even more gently drug his teeth up to her mons, the down her right labia. He then slid his tongue over her in the exact same pattern. Next, he slid his tongue up and between her labia. She moaned, and moved against his mouth. 'I wonder how she'd react to this...' He slipped a finger inside her. When he did, her thighs clamped around his head, her hands shoved him tightly to her sex and it became difficult to breathe for a few seconds.

Finally, she released him. He rose smoothly to his feet, and gazed down at her. She lay back on his desk, hair disheveled, lips swollen, and sweat running down her cheeks. Her eyes were glassy, and full of satisfaction, going by the wide grin creasing her cheeks. Her blouse gaped open, showing her pale blue bra. From the waist down, she was naked. Her legs were parted wide, and dangled limply over the side, and front of his desk. Her labia were open a bit, red and engorged. Her dark public hair shone from her arousal and his spend. She pushed herself up to her elbows, and looked him over.

His hair stuck up in corkscrews from her grip, and his face glistened from her come. A satisfied smirk lurked around his lips, but it was his eyes that really caught her attention. They gleamed and sparkled. The once blue orbs looked black due to the level of dilation. His excited trembling caused her to look further down. Her eyes went wide at seeing him still hard. As if her gaze was the signal he was waiting for, he stepped forward, and wedged his dick partially into her. 

She collapsed as he slowly pushed into her. "Michael? Ohmigod, really? Ohhh."

The pleasant surprise made her voice high enough for her words to be mistaken as a whine. She wrapped her legs around his hips so he wouldn't get the wrong idea, and pull away. Instead, he pushed forward until his balls grazed her ass and he was deep inside her. 'I'm so full!' she marveled. Then, 'It's like his body was made to match up with mine. Almost as if we're two halves of the same whole.' He lifted her from the desk, and gently took them down to the colder floor. He slowly withdrew, then thrust back into her with a squish. "Mmm. You feel so good inside me." 'Holy shit. Am I falling for him? How? We just met! I don't fall for guys I just meet.' A quieter voice piped up, 'You also don't fuck them when you just meet either.' She wrapped her arms around his neck. 'Shut it, you.' "Fuck me, Michael."

"I'm sorry?"

"Gentle has its place, but right now, I want you to fuck the shit out of me."

"And how would ye, propose I do that, cailín álainn?"

"Stay inside me, but go up on your knees."

After a bit of shifting around, during which he slipped out, he rose up on his knees. Her ass rested on his thighs and he was once more deep inside her. His big hands were wrapped around her hips. 'If I stretch out my thumbs, I bet I can caress her clit. I'm gonna try it.' He slowly slid in and out, watching as her sex gripped, and slipped off his dick. 

"No. Faster. I want you to -- Ohhh." 

His thumbs trapped her clit between them and lightly rubbed the sides. Lightning bolts ripped through her with each movement. He continued his tender assault on her clit. As he thrust into her a little faster, it happened again. "Ohmigod." Her whole body trembled and shook. Her insides quivered, her muscles tightened and her breathing stopped. Her head arched back, a silent scream directed to the far wall. Her back came up. All awareness tunneled down to the sensations of his dick gliding through her sex, then exploded outward. Her body went completely limp as the pent up cry came out in a loud cry when another orgasm washed through her. "Mmm." She shifted her hips as she refocused. "Okay. I need you to stop."

He shook his head. "No. I want you to come for me again."

Yolanda giggled weakly. "I can't. I'm all worn out."

"You can. I'll show you."

"What?" She gasped as he lowered his head, and somehow captured her nipple between his lips. His teeth closed lightly on the hard nub. "Oh god." He thrust into her harder, and faster.

Michael lowered himself until he lay atop her. He thrust harder as she moaned in delight. She clenched her muscles on him as he glided through her wetness. "Bite my neck."

"Huh?"

"Bite me," he said. "Mark me as yers."

She nipped the side of his neck. He liked the little sting, but he wanted more. "Harder, Yolanda." She opened her mouth a little more, and nipped a bit harder. He shivered. Then, "Like ye mean it. Now bite me hard. Like this - " He rammed himself deeply inside her.

She squealed in delight. Her nails sank into his back. She opened her mouth, placed it on the left side of his neck, and bit. He groaned, and began to spurt deep inside her. "Oh, god, taibhseach." He wrapped his arms around her, and held tightly as he came.

Yolanda clung to him as their breathing returned to normal. He shifted his weight from his forearms and knees and collapsed on the floor beside her. They shared a laugh for mutual enjoyment before she sat up and cast around for her clothes. She spotted her jeans and panties in a tangled knot near his desk, about seven feet away. She rose to her feet and found that her quivering legs didn't want to support her. She would have fallen but for Michael suddenly being there for her to brace herself against. "How'd you get here so fast?" He quirked an eyebrow in response. She giggled. "Jesus. I've never been fucked that well." She looked up at him, and brushed an errant lock of hair from his eyes. "Are you sure you're a virgin?"

"You are my first," he said simply.

"Hmm." She wrapped her hands around his neck and kissed him again. She purred when his hands found her ass, and held firmly, before rubbing. "Mmm. That feels so good, but I have to go."

She turned, placed her right arm on the side of his desk, and bent to retrieve her clothes. The sight of her bent like that, giving him a glimpse of her labia just beneath the generous globes of her ass caused the blood to rush back to his groin. Two long strides brought him behind her where he gripped her hips and pulled her snugly against him. She groaned in appreciation of his hardness pressing between her ass cheeks. "I have to go," she said again. Her other arm came up, with her jeans and panties, and joined the one on the desk. Her legs parted, and Michael shifted, slipping into her heat once more. "Mmm. Michael."

"Aye, cailín álainn?"

"You feel so... Ugh... good inside me. Mmm."

He continued to fuck her slowly, pushing deep inside her with each stroke. She leaned over the desk more fully, laying over her folded forearms, content to take him slow and deep. He looked down, loving the way he'd disappear inside her, then slowly reappear again. He slid all the way inside a couple of more times, then remembered something she'd told him earlier. 

She was almost asleep from the slow, gentle pace he set. Her eyes flew open when his hand slapped her ass, hard. "Ohh," she cried. He suddenly thrust harder and faster. He captured both of her hands, and with both of her wrists contained by his big hand behind her back. His other hand came up and caught her hair. He gently tugged it until her head came up. Him holding her by the hair, with her arms trapped behind her, and pinned to the desk by his hard dick pounding into her made her feel completely helpless. It was inexplicably erotic as hell.

He stepped a bit closer, pushing her pelvis closer to the desk. Now, with each thrust, her clit was pressed into the top of it. He began to alternate: A deep, hard thrust, with a sharp, quick tug on her hair. The tingle of pain, immediately replaced with the shock of pressure sent shocks racing throughout her body. He then increased his thrusting. A lightness grew within her chest. Her breathing, already ragged, grew short. "Harder," she gasped. A sharper tug on her hair. Her scalp burned so good. "Faster." He released her hands and hair, locked his hands on her hips and pistoned in and out of her. 

The gentle friction of her clit against the damp wooden desk, and his firm grip, combined with his dick ramming in and out of her pushed her over the edge. All awareness tunneled down to the sensations of him pounding into her sex, then ripped throughout her.. Her body went completely limp. It felt like pins and needles were dancing over her skin as she came. Seconds later, his cum shot into her in three hard spurts. The third squeezed a much smaller orgasm from her. He clung to her for some minutes before collapsing into his chair.

After catching her breath, she pushed herself off his desk top, and hobbled into the bathroom. She took twenty minutes to clean herself off, and wash her face in the small basin. When she re-entered the office, she saw Michael was fully dressed once more. He escorted her back to her car, and held the door as she slipped behind the wheel. She lowered the window, and kissed him again through it.

He went over to open the bay door, and she happened to glance at her passenger side seat. Her cell phone sat there, face down. She picked it up and saw she had fifteen missed calls. She looked to see who'd called that many times. Only one number showed up. 'Oh shit. Jeremy.' It chimed, indicating a text had come in. As she backed out of the garage, she glanced at it. There was one sentence.

'Get your goddamnedass home now.'