0 comments/ 87867 views/ 4 favorites Full Service By: Larry Taylor I'm in my third year of studies at a university in New England. The money I receive from scholarships is a great help in financing my education, but it doesn't cover everything. To make ends meet, I work the night shift at a gas station near the campus. It's a very easy job involving little more than taking the customers' money or charging their credit cards. Since the owner recently installed pumps that accept credit cards, I have almost nothing to do and serve as little more than a night watchman. It's the perfect job for me because it allows me plenty of study time. When I'm caught up on my studies, I generally pull out a fuck book, ogle the pictures, and jack off under the counter. I have even shot loads with customers pumping gas a few feet away! The adrenaline rushes were awesome! Late one night with no customers in sight, I was drooling over some imaginative fuck pictures and stroking my eight-inch cock under the counter when a very expensive foreign car pulled into the only full-service bay. I was surprised because the bay is rarely used, especially at that hour. I had even suggested to the boss that he make it self serve. If he had, I might not be telling this story. Cursing under my breath, I stuffed my rigid cock back in my pants and tried to think away my hard-on. It softened somewhat and I made my way to the car where a distinguished-looking old man patiently waited. He was probably in his seventies, with well-groomed silver hair, a golden tan, and bright blue eyes. He was well-dressed in an expensive suit and silk tie. He quickly shifted his eyes when I caught him staring at the bulge that lingered in my crotch. When I had filled his tank, I turned to him and asked for a credit card. Instead of a card, he handed me two twenties. I was very surprised that someone like him would pay in cash. I realize now that it was because he did not want to reveal his identity; you will soon understand why. It's against the station's policy to accept cash at night when only one attendant is on duty and signs are clearly posted to that effect. When I told him I couldn't make change, he winked and said, "That's all right, young man, you keep the change." He asked if he could use the restroom, but instead of walking in the direction I pointed, he followed me into the station. I figured he was gay and meant to hit on me. I was prepared to politely decline any offer. I was plenty horny, but not desperate enough for a blowjob from an old man. "Young man, I have a proposition for you," he said. "Here it comes," I thought. Thinking that he wanted to suck my dick on the leather back seat of his fancy car, I opened my mouth to say I wasn't interested. But before I could get the words out, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "I'm too old to waste my precious time on small talk, so I will get right to the point. My wife is waiting for me in the car. She is ovulating and I would very much like to impregnate her tonight so that I have an heir. However, at my age, I require a great deal of stimulation to make that possible. Pornography no longer works for me as it does for you." I had forgotten about the fuck book that I had carelessly left on the counter. He was clearly amused by my embarrassment. "Even live sex shows don't work anymore unless my wife participates," he continued. "I especially enjoy watching her suck the penises of young men like yourself. I'll pay you a hundred dollars. I will only watch, nothing more." He nodded at the bulge in my pants and said, "You obviously could use the service." I was dumbfounded. I had never had such a proposition made to me and didn't know how to respond. He took my hesitation as indifference. "Oh, but of course, you will want to see her before you make your decision. How foolish of me not to think of it sooner." I followed him to the car. He tapped on the window and it came sliding down. His trophy wife was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. I hadn't noticed her before because of the tinted windows. She stared straight ahead, completely ignoring me. Short, curly black hair framed a face reminiscent of a young Elizabeth Taylor. She had a dog collar cinched around her neck with a leash attached to it and was clad in a black leather dress so low-cut that it seemed to be held up only by her nipples. "Is this all right with you, ma'am?" I asked, and then felt like a country bumpkin for addressing her as ma'am. Her nod was almost imperceptible. "I would prefer that you didn't speak to her," the old man admonished. "This must be very impersonal, purely physical." I pinched myself to be sure I wasn't dreaming. "Sure, I'll do it," I said. What all-American boy would pass up a deal like that? Assuming that the deed would be done in the car, I reached for the door. "Is there someplace inside?" the old man asked. After glancing around to make sure no one was nearby, he opened the front door and told the woman to get out. That's when I noticed that her arms were manacled behind her back. He took the leash and led her toward the station. I followed behind, ogling the woman's round, leather-clad ass. The short dress was so tight that I could see the flesh jiggle as she walked. After locking the door, I directed them to a small employee lunchroom. If any customers showed up, the video monitor installed for that purpose would alert me. The leather dress had a zipper running down the front. The old man pulled it down to her navel and her beautiful pear-shaped tits came spilling out. "These are the real thing," he said, fondling them roughly. "Stick them out, bitch," he said. She arched her back as if offering me her tits. "Go ahead, feel them," he urged. I took a tit in each hand. Damn, they were nice! I can almost feel them now. I flicked the protruding nipples with my thumbs. "Go ahead and suck them if you like. If you can make her horny, all the better. She'll do a better job on you." I bent down and sucked her nipples until they doubled in size. The man peeled her like a banana, pulling the zipper all the way down and letting the leather dress to fall to the floor. She stood naked except for a tiny leather bikini. He yanked it down and roughly fondled her pussy. "Go ahead and feel her pussy, if you like," he offered. I had never felt a shaved pussy before. Without the hair to interfere, I had my first really good feel of a pussy. She stared straight ahead, giving no sign of either revulsion or pleasure at having a stranger's fingers exploring her cunt. Then I thought I detected a subtle increase in her breathing rate. "Would it be all right if I licked it just a little?" I asked, determined to get a rise out of her. He told me to help myself. I knelt and stared at the prettiest pussy I had ever seen. I ran my tongue up the slit and swirled it around her prominent clit. I could have kept my mouth glued to that wonder of nature for hours, but the old man soon told me to stop. One last pass up her slot convinced me that not all of the wetness there had come from my tongue. "All right, let's get on with it," the old man said. "Remove everything except your shoes and socks." This was a man accustomed to giving orders and because I was accustomed to taking them, I promptly dropped my pants. Playing with her had given me an eight-inch hard-on. Freed from its restraints, it snapped upward nearly to my belly. The old man leered at my cock. "Very nice. I'm glad you're well-endowed. It will make this more exciting." "Get on your knees, bitch," he ordered. "You had better do a good job, or you know what you'll get at home." After she knelt in front of me, the man passed the leash from one hand to the other between my legs and began to pull it. The leash slid up my thigh until it was in the crack between my balls and leg. As he pulled, her head was drawn toward my cock. They were going through the motions of what was obviously a ritual. They were definitely not making it up as they went along. Her warm, wet mouth closed over my turgid cock. He pulled on the leash until my cock met her throat, then slackened it and said in a hoarse whisper, "Now suck him off." When I gazed down at my beautiful fellatrix, I could hardly believe my eyes. She was like something from the pages of Playboy or Penthouse. I kept my eyes glued to the action, hoping to burn it so deeply into my memory that I could jack off to the mental replays a thousand times. She twisted and turned her head, sucked hard then soft, shallow then deep. She knew every suck trick in the book! The old man reached inside his expensive suit and pulled out a slender camera, which I recognized as a digital camera. He snapped pictures of his wife blowing me, then he set the camera aside and unzipped his fly. He fished out an enormous cock and a pair of slack, fuzzy balls and began playing with them. "Yes, it's working, it's working!" he said. A broad smile lit up his face. He took pictures of his cock as it slowly stiffened. Ten minutes passed and the spasms of my asshole were getting closer together, a sure indication that I was losing control. I don't know how I managed to last as long as I did. She sucked my cock better than anyone had ever sucked it before. Even the blowjob I had had from a hooker a week earlier could not compare. The old man noticed that I was teetering on the edge. "When you cum, take it out and shoot it in her face so I can see it," he said. "Don't worry, she'll keep her mouth wide open so you can shoot some into it." "HERE IT COMES!" I shouted. I pulled my cock from her mouth and stepped back until my cum-cannon was about a foot from her beautiful face. The old man dropped the leash and reached forward to take her head in both hands. He roughly grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and her chin with the other, forced her mouth open and ordered her to stick out her tongue. I aimed my cock at the red bulls-eye and shot a thick rope of cum that bounced off her tongue and disappeared into her throat. "BEAUTIFUL!" the elated man shouted. The second spurt went astray and splashed against her forehead. She grimaced as the next one hit the tip of her nose and shattered into a thousand droplets. The old man said "beautiful" with every spurt, even the ones that hit his hands. He must have said it ten times. He told me to stick my dick back in so she could drain it completely. She gulped most of my cock, pressed her tongue hard up against the shaft, and pulled off slowly, coaxing out the last few drops of essence. As her tight lips passed over the ultra-sensitive nerves in the throat of my cock, mini-convulsions rippled up my body. The old man turned her head toward him and admired my handiwork. "Very nicely done, young man," he said. He picked up the camera and took several pictures of his wife's cum-spattered face. Then he turned the camera downward and took pictures of his cock, which was around a foot long by then. He held his huge cock at the base and waggled it around. It was still a little on the floppy side. "It's not good enough," he said. "I need a little more stimulation. You will have to fuck her. Put this on and get it in her before you go soft." He handed me a rubber, and as I tried with trembling hands to get it over my still-twitching dick, he bent her over the lunch table, stuck his fingers in her pussy and twisted them around. They came out glistening with her juices. "She's ready, stick it in there." I drove my rubber-sheathed cock in and pumped furiously to keep it from going soft. I had never fucked a woman whose wrists were manacled behind her back; I confess that it turned me on and helped keep me hard. The old man stood beside us, a broad grin on his face. "Yes, that's it, young man, fuck her hard. That's the way I like to see it done." He was pumping his cock, which by then was twice the size of mine. Five minutes or so into the fuck, the walls of her pussy clenched my cock a dozen times in succession. I am sure that it was an orgasm that she managed to conceal from her husband. The outward signs that tipped me off were her red face, flared nostrils and sweaty forehead which he couldn't see because her head was turned away from him. I fucked that beauty for fifteen or twenty minutes before I felt the warning tickle between my nuts and asshole. "I think I'm going to cum," I said. But the old man had lost control and would spoil it for me. "Get out of my way, GET OUT OF MY WAY!" he said as he grabbed my shoulder and shook it. "MOVE! NOW! I'M GOING TO PLANT MY SEEDS. YOU CAN FINISH IN HER MOUTH." That was all the incentive I needed and I pulled out with a wet plop. I shucked the rubber as I hurried around to her pretty head. My cock plunged into her mouth just as it began to shoot. Holding her curly head in both hands, I fed her spurt after spurt of my special sauce. I was extremely pleased that the old man had offered me that option, which, if given a choice, I would have taken anyway. At the other end, the old man shoved his thick cock into her so hard that her flared nostrils blew a burst of warm air on my cock. "Plant those seeds deep, plant 'em deep," he whispered to himself. He pushed until he couldn't get any more dick in her, then his teeth chattered and his eyes rolled back in his head. Shudders ran up his body and a long moan escaped between his bared, clenched teeth. His orgasmic throes were so strong that I feared he might have a heart attack. Thankfully, that didn't happen. Before he pulled his dick out, he picked up his camera and took a few pictures of it sticking in her. He took a rubber ball about the same circumference as his cock out of his pocket, and as his dick slid out, he pushed the ball as far into her as his finger could drive it. He quickly pulled the leather bikini up her legs and drew it up as snug as he could make it. "That will keep the sperm in there," he explained. "It felt like an ample load, thanks to you, young man," he said with a slap on my back. He removed the manacles from his young wife's wrists and the dog collar from her pretty throat. Spotting a towel dispenser on the wall, he ripped out a handful of towels and handed them to her. "Get yourself cleaned up, darling," he said. Now that it was over, the tone of his voice was almost contrite. Perhaps he felt a twinge of self-loathing that such drastic measures were needed just so he could cut the mustard. She wiped my cum off her face and the tops of her round tits where a lot of it had dripped. "You did a commendable job, young man," he said as he handed me another crisp hundred-dollar bill. "And if I succeeded in putting a bun in the oven, there will be a thousand in it for you, I promise you that." I never heard from him, so I assume that he either reneged on his promise or went through the insemination ritual again with another lucky night attendant. Late at night, when I feel that I am the only person in the city who is not in a warm bed, stroking my cock to pass the time, I glance toward the full-service bay, hoping to see a big, shiny black car pull up to the pump. Full Service After my divorce, I was very skeptical of men. My ex husband's idea of sex lasted three minutes. That was from the time we undressed ourselves to the time we were getting dressed again. No foreplay, no nothing. He would just stick his dick in my pussy and pump for a minute or so until he came and then pulled out. That was it; it was over. So, it's easy to understand why I was apprehensive. Oh...there were a few men that showed interest but I wasn't into getting a relationship started. There was Tom, a sweet man, who would leave presents like gold bracelets on my car when I was working. He even cooked me breakfast and brought it to me at work. He was a very sensual man but he just didn't ring my bell, you know? One night we were talking on the phone and he was telling me how the raw energy from the incoming storm was making him horny. Listening to his soft sensual voice telling me about the constant hard on he would have until the storm was over, made me wet. After we hung up the phone, I had to strip my clothes off, and play with my pussy until I came. I got up off my bed and went into the kitchen. I picked up a banana, slowly peeled it, and inserted it into my pussy. I wanted to make sure it was covered good in my pussy juice. Then I put it in a ziplock bag and got dressed. I drove over to Tom's house and gave him the banana in the bag and told him I hoped he enjoyed his "sweet treat". While handing him the banana, I explained to him that I had dipped it in my pussy and it was covered with my juices. After I had been home for awhile, he called and told me that was the best tasting banana he had ever eaten. Things didn't develop between Tom and I which was fine with me. I had been talking to a guy that worked in a service station down the street. Now this may sound strange, but the smell of motor oil and grease really turns me on! I had told him about my ex husband and how he was only good for 3 minutes and about the many nights I went outside and cried because I was so frustrated with my marital sex life. He was sympathetic and told me he was good for a lot longer than 3 minutes and his favorite part of sex was the foreplay. I agreed wholeheartedly! I found myself going to the station when I didn't need any oil or gas just for the stimulating conversation and the smells that turned me on so much! We had a lot in common; we both liked the same music, had the same point of view on life, and we both liked hot, raw sex. The conversations we had gradually got hotter over time and one night he called me at home and told me to come down and visit him at the station as it was a slow night. We had never had sex together and I was wet already thinking about the possibility of getting him to come over to my house when he got through with work. Little did I know, I didn't have to wait that long. I dressed carefully for my visit. I perfumed my body with a light scent of musk. I wore a sundress with no bra or panties, and my sandals. The dress had little spaghetti straps and hugged my body in all the right places. When I got to the station, Ed walked out to my car and opened the door for me. He smiled his big gorgeous smile, and bent in to grab my hand to help me out of the car. When I stood up, he whistled and told me I look hot. By this time, I am so hot thinking of what may happen when I get him to my house later, my nipples are rock hard and standing up like pencil erasers. When we got into the office, Ed smiled and told me he had a surprise for me. He then leaned in and gave me a slow, sensual kiss. My knees turned to jelly! Our tongues explored the inside of each other's mouth while our hands were all over each other. We were feeling each other's bodies slowly. I moan and reach down and rub his cock through his pants. He was so hard! He was tracing my areola lightly with his fingertips. First one, and then the other. My nipples were so hard, they ached. Finally we pulled apart from each other and he told me it was time for my surprise. He still had his arm around me and led me into the shop part of the station. We walked over to where there were two blue barrels, side by side, and started to kiss again. These kisses were hot and full of passion. He was sucking my lips and I ran my tongue slowly over his. His hands were all over my body and I loved it!!!!! Then he started to kiss my neck, running his hands down my side and slowly sliding my dress up. Then he was nibbling on my ear, which sent goose bumps down my spine all the way to my pussy and ass! When he nibbled on that, oh, so sensitive spot on my shoulder, I moaned and wanted more. While he was nibbling on my shoulders, he slipped the straps of my dress off me, and slowly pushed it off of me until it was on the floor. He saw I wasn't wearing any panties, he gasped with surprise and started to grin. He kissed and licked his way to my ample tits. While he sucked one, his hand was squeezing the other. He worked my tits over until I was wiggling due to his touch. Then his hand lightly ran over my belly and brushed my pussy. I gasped with pleasure! He ran his fingers down my inner thighs, having to kneel to do so. I could feel his hot breath just inches away from my pussy and I wanted him to stick his tongue on my already hard clit but he didn't. The teasing was driving me wild. Then he told me to stand on one of the barrels, so I did,and he reached into his pocket and hung a pair of handcuffs over a beam directly above us. As he clasped the handcuffs on wrists, one at a time, I was trembling with anticipation! I am now naked with my arms stretched high above my head. I f anyone walked into the office they could see me in all my glory. The thought made me even hotter that I was! I had pussy juice dripping down my legs. Then he stepped down off the barrel and walked over to me. When he saw the juice running down my legs, he scooped some of it into his fingers and licked it off while looking in my eyes to see if I was watching. As he then spread my pussy lips apart and started to nibble on my clit I was going crazy. When he stuck a finger in my pussy while nipping at my clit I started to fuck that finger for all it was worth! Then...the bell rang signaling that a customer pulled in. Ed groaned left me there while he waited on his customer. I was so close to cumming, it almost hurt while I waited for him to return to me. He was only gone for a few minutes but it felt like hours. I was half waiting for the customer to go into the office and see me, suspended and waiting but the customer drove away. When Ed finally returned to me, I told him that I was very close to cumming and he said I couldn't until he told me it was okay. I begged him to lick my pussy and let me cum but he didn't. He stuck two fingers in my pussy and one in my ass and started to fuck me with his fingers. I begged for him to let me cum but he told me NO! I couldn't help it and when the pleasure waves got so intense I knew I was going to cum and went over the edge. I came for what seemed like hours, lots and lots of sweet cum running down my legs. Ed then got mad and got up on the other barrel and undid the handcuffs. He told me to get down and bend over a stack of tires that was nearby. I did as he said because he sounded very mad. Then he smacked my ass a few times with his hands and told me because I came when he told me I couldn't, I was going to be fucked from behind while he spanked me. I heard his zipper as he unzipped his pants and he opened my pussy with his fingers and stuck his hard cock in. He rammed it all the way to the hilt! He fucked me hard and spanked me even harder in between strokes. I was climbing the mountain of ecstasy again and as he came with a shudder in my pussy, I came again. As he was shooting his load deep inside of me, my pussy was squeezing his cock, milking it. When we were both spent, he pulled out of me and helped me to stand up. Then we shared a kiss of pure contentment. I walked over to where my dress was crumpled on the floor and put it on as he asked me if I liked my surprise. I just smiled and walked over and gave his cock a squeeze, and went home. Full Service (This tale is based on an experience a friend of mine claimed to have had many years ago. I'm still not sure if it really happened, but it's a hot fantasy nonetheless. Enjoy.) * Working the night shift at a convenience store can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, especially when I get those guys showing up one minute after midnight, telling me their watches say it's 11:58 and they want their fucking beer. Or the welfare breeder chicks with their four kids by different fathers who get their brats to buy ten-cent gumballs with a dollar food stamp, then use the change to buy cheap beer. Yeah, I see all kinds. The rich assholes with their Mercedes who want the professional car wash – "and you better not scratch the paint!" – the hot little party girls in their barely-there minis buying breath mints and wine coolers, the shy young girls nervously asking for a package of condoms. I like messing with those, making them show me their identification. Yep, Angela Bates, turned eighteen just three days before . . . damn . . . not that you need ID to buy condoms, but a lot of them didn't know that. One night, a week ago, this one hot little Latina chick came in, all attitude and West Coast style. Tight low-riders that would have popped off her ass if she bent over, and a backless halter that showed off her flat stomach and navel ring. She had naturally dusky skin, and her hair had that glossy wet look, brushed back and hanging all the way to her ass in thick shiny tendrils. She looked to be all of five-foot-three and had a narrow, tight little body. Not much upstairs, but damn did she have a nice little ass. It was about ten p.m. on a Tuesday, and there was no one else in the store at the moment. The girl gave me a bold look from beneath her thick lashes and silver eye shadow as she set down an eighteen-pack of beer on the counter. "And a pack of Lights," she said with just a touch of impatience. I smirked, looking her over. I knew her game; show enough attitude, make me think she's twenty-one . . . . "Can I see some ID?" I asked. The girl huffed, rolling her eyes. "I left it in the car, okay? I'm old enough, dude." I shrugged. "Go get it," I said, drumming my fingers on the case of beer. "I'll wait." She huffed and crossed her arms. "I come in here all the time," she said indignantly. "Jesus! Just ring it up, okay?" I was beginning to enjoy myself, especially since I noticed how pert her firm tits were. Her V-cut top was showing a fair amount of cleavage. Hmm, A-cups . . . "Not without ID," I said. The girl sighed heavily. "Look, you really think I'd just come in here and grab a case of beer if I wasn't old enough? You think I'm that fucking stupid?" I chuckled. "Stupid? No. Bold . . . definitely," I said. I started to drag the beer toward me. "No ID, no beer." She stared at me a moment, working her jaw. I could tell she'd already had a few and was borderline ready to give me some typical trashy, self-righteous, self-important tirade about how I was only giving her shit about her age because she was Hispanic and I'm white, and yada, yada, yada . . . . "What's your name?" she asked belligerently, gesturing with her hands and swiveling her head in that particular way. "No, what's your fucking manager's name? Bet he wouldn't like to hear that you refused service to a Latina. I know a lot of people who shop here, and I can get them to fucking . . . fucking blackout this place—" I gave the girl an amused look. "You mean, 'boycot?'" I asked. The girl folded her arms, gave me an exasperated look. "Whatever, wedo," she said bitingly. I stared at her a moment, feeling my ire rise before I forced it down. I really hated girls with attitude. I decided to give a little of it back. "" I said in perfect Spanish, and pointed to the name tag pinned to my uniform shirt. "" I took the case of beer from the counter and set it behind me on a low shelf. When I looked back, the girl glared at me, livid. Then she gave me the usual, rapid-fire Spanish diatribe of insults, jabbing at me with a finger, before storming out. Damn, she even looked hot when she was angry. I chuckled at her barrage, watching her tight little ass as she shoved open the door, bitching and yelling all the way out to her car. *** It started to rain about fifteen minutes later, a serious downpour. Until it let up, I knew the store would be pretty dead. So I did some light cleaning, sent Mike, my employee, home for the night. I got a couple of customers during that time, but they paid at the pump with their credit cards and didn't come in. Then, half an hour after she left, the self-important loco bitch returned. She strutted in through the doors with pompous arrogance, her top slightly wet and revealing the outlines of her stiff nipples. She wiped some raindrops from her face and slapped down a driver's license. "There you go, Mr. Manager," she said haughtily, crossing her arms and cocking her head. I chuckled inwardly, taking up the license. Alma Salinas . . . hmm . . . "Wow," I said. "You look really good for thirty-three." She gave me an acidic look. "Thanks," she said. "You happy now? Now give me my fucking beer." I laughed and set the ID card back on the counter, pushing it toward her. "I don't think so," I said. She gave me an insulted look. "What? I fucking got ID, you mother fucker!" "And I'm still not selling to you," I said. The girl huffed, grinding her teeth, not looking at me. Finally, she fixed me with another of her bold looks that was supposed to be intimidating, but came out as ridiculous. "What do you want?" she asked. "Huh? What, you wanna see my tits?" She jerked up her shirt, showing me a pair of very nicely-formed naked breasts, capped with stiff, dark pink nipples. Her skin tone was uniform, making her cleavage almost golden. I stared a moment until she dropped her shirt. "Very nice," I said. "But, no." The girl sighed heavily in exasperation again. "Look, I ain't walking out of here without my beer, Chris," she said. "So what's it gonna take? Wanna see my snatch? Want me to fucking drop my pants right here?" I laughed, then decided to match her trashy boldness. "Tell you what," I said flippantly. "There's a little space under the counter, here. You get underneath, give me a blow job, and I'll sell you the beer." I had expected the indignant girl to get so shocked that she would run out of the store and never come back. But instead, she just stared at me, her expression blank, studying my face. "You promise?" she asked. I gave her an interested look as my cock came alive in my jeans. Oh, so she's willing to play, huh? "Cross my heart," I said, my dick beginning to grow. The girl looked around, satisfying herself that the store was empty. She met my eyes again. "Okay, but you better not blow in my mouth," she said. I stared back. "No point to a blow job if you don't go all the way," I said. "No swallow, no beer." The girl looked disgusted. "Yo, dude, I don't fucking swallow for no man," she declared. "Not even my boyfriend. And I sure as fuck—" "You want the beer or not?" She stopped, staring at me. Her eyes narrowed. "You fucking asshole," she said. I chuckled. "Yup, that's me. An asshole who wants his dick sucked. You do it, and do it all the way, and you get your beer. You spit, and you get shit." The girl glared a few moments longer, fuming quietly. She looked down at the floor, working her jaw. I was patient, my cock getting stiffer and stiffer in my jeans as I anticipated the feel of those glossy, soft lips wrapped around my tool, sucking and pulling and working for my load . . . . Finally, she looked back. "All right," she said. "But if I'm paying with my fucking mouth, I ain't giving you no fucking dollars. Deal?" I licked my lips, looking her over. "Do it topless and we got a deal," I said. The girl rolled her eyes. "Deal." I chuckled, scarcely believing my luck. The girl came around the edge of the counter, and I lead her to the little cubbyhole beneath the first register. She eyed it speculatively, then figured she could fit in the space. With a heavy sigh, she pulled off her top, her firm tits jiggling only slightly. Then she got on her knees and crawled under the register, turned to face me. "Okay, come on, let's do it," she said impatiently. I stepped up before the register, my crotch level with her face. "Do the honors," I said, then smirked down at her. "Have fun." The girl looked annoyed, but she nevertheless pulled down my zipper. Her fingers dug around in my jeans, finding my hard cock, engorged to its full eight thick inches. With a grunt, she hauled it out. "Madre de Dios," she exclaimed softly. I chuckled, reached under the counter and pulled her head toward my groin. I got that reaction a lot. Not only is my dick longer than average, but it's damn thick. "Open wide, baby," I said. "Oh, fuck," she whispered, then fluttered her wet lips along the head of my cock before sliding them down around my stiff shaft. I moaned at the heat and wet sucking feel of her mouth. Maybe this chick didn't enjoy sucking cock, but she was pretty damn good at it. She smacked her lips around my shaft, delving down about halfway, swirling and massaging with her tongue. I sighed in pleasure, rolling my hips slightly. The girl grunted softly, pulled back whenever I gave her more than half my length. But her mouth never left my dick. The rain let up and customers came into the store. As the girl sucked my cock under the counter, her actions hidden from their view, I rang the customers up and gave them receipts, wishing them a nice night. One of the regulars came in, a middle-aged biker named Bob, and he leaned against the counter, bullshitting with me as my little Latina cocksucker worked on my rod. I don't think anything turned me on more than getting a hummer while unsuspecting customers lined up at the counter. I wondered if any of them heard the faint little slurps and sighs my witless cocksucker made. The girl sucked and pulled, stroked and squeezed my dick with her mouth and hands, obviously wanting to get me off and get the blow job over with. But the distractions of my customers kept me from cumming even as I savored every little lick and suck and tug she made on my cock. Now and then, when no one was looking, I leaned back from the counter and watched the girl's soft lips gliding back and forth on my rod, keeping it wet. She kept her eyes closed most of the time as she serviced me. Finally, a good half-hour later, after Bob left, I reached under the counter and grabbed the girl's head around her ears. I seriously pumped her hot sucking mouth, making her moan and whimper and grunt in surprise. I fucked her face hard and fast, panting, gasping, using the little slut the way she deserved to be used . . . . "Oh-h-h-h, fuck!" I cried out, my body shaking and tingling with that wonderful orgasmic rush. I held the girl's head in place as my dick surged and swelled and pumped thick gushers of sperm between her lips. She emitted muffled disagreeable sounds as she tasted my seed, as her mouth was filled with spunk. Her hands slapped to my thighs and she tried to pull back, but I held her close, emptying my balls within her oral cave. "Oh, yeah!" I grunted, staring down at her face in bliss. "Suck it all out! Eat my cum, girl! Swallow that fucking juice!" The girl shook, her lips loosening around my dick, sperm leaking out from her mouth and dripping from her lips and my cock to the floor. She had a disgusted look on her face. She clearly did not enjoy the taste of cum. That just made the whole experience more intense. I stared into her dark eyes as they flashed open, looking up to me angrily. Her nostrils flared as she breathed in and out. She looked like she was on the verge of throwing up. "Swallow it, puta," I snarled. "You can kill the aftertaste with beer." The girl gurgled something, cum bubbles forming around her semen-slicked lips. She glared back, then eased her mouth back until her frothy lips were just at the tip of my dick, and swallowed quickly. Her face contorted, and she gagged and coughed around my cock. I groaned, and pushed back into her mouth, giving her every last little ooze and dribble of cum my balls had to give. "Clean it up," I said. "Lick it clean." And, suddenly obedient, she sucked out every last bit of my juice and swallowed once again. Customers began coming into the store, and I wondered if any of them had seen anything. No one could have seen my cocksucker, of course, but they could have noticed me looking down and talking to someone beneath the register. Anyone with half a brain could have deduced what was going on. I kept my cock in the girl's mouth, making her suck me beyond my orgasm, as a short line of customers formed before the counter, some giving me strange and curious looks. I took their money with a satisfied smile, ringing up their purchases as the girl on her knees softly licked and sucked my spent penis. Finally, the store emptied out once again, and I stepped back, looking down at her. She stared back with a slightly uncomfortable expression, her sperm-glossed lips shiny and quivering. She was less angry now, looking more humiliated than anything else. Trickles of glistening semen had run from the corners of her mouth to her chin. A couple of droplets had fallen to her little tits. I chuckled and tucked my spent dick away. The girl got up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She gave me a spiteful look, smacking her lips, clearly disgusted with the flavor of sperm that yet lingered in her mouth. Without a word, she headed back around the counter, making a bee-line to the beer coolers. She grabbed an eighteen-pack, then lugged it toward the door. "What's your name?" I called. She paused just as she reached the door. She glanced over her shoulder. Her chin was still a little shiny with cum. "Jennifer," she said. I held up a pack of cigarettes with a smile. "You forgot your smokes," I said. Jennifer sighed, then trudged back to the counter, fixing me a look as she snatched up her cigarettes. Her lips curled slightly. "Thanks," she said. "Anytime," I said meaningfully. She glanced briefly to my crotch. "Maybe I'll be back," she said coyly, then turned and headed out. She passed a couple of young toughs on her way to her car, and they gave her double-takes upon seeing her wet chin. I chuckled, told myself I would have to make sure to pop the security tape before I went home. No sense letting the home office know about my little bit of fun. I watched Jennifer get in her car. Hmm . . . maybe you can earn more than a case of beer next time . . . . -finis- Full-Service **Note: This story is completely fictitious. The idea of two restaurant employees having sex in the kitchen in reality is quite revolting, however it was fun to put on paper...** Sometimes on a sizzling summer night when the sun has long since vanished into the western sky and the night has fallen like some great ebony drape, low rumbles in the distance forewarn of impending storms. The gathering clouds blot out the stars and growl deeply like a hungry lion ready to devour its hapless prey. It is with this same urgency that we performed our menial tasks, side by side in the place where fate had joined us, both knowing and waiting for the first ominous appearance of the lightning that threatened to strike at any moment. The time was upon as unknowingly we flirted in the usual fashion. Deadly gazes gave way to thus far harmless lingering touches and hidden gropes. I am unaware of exactly what event triggered the dominoes to fall in the way that they did, but I found myself alone with him in the restaurant. We were in the kitchen and I was scrubbing a spot that had disappeared millenniums before, trying desperately to hold on to the tense moments that passed. He was washing dishes merely feet from me, and the sight of his hands as they gripped various things excited me more than I would have cared to admit. After a few minutes he sighed and stretched, glancing at me. "Cigarette?" "Sure." Outside he leaned against the wall across from me as I sat atop an air-conditioning unit. I shivered involuntarily as a cool breeze snaked across my shoulders. Observing, he approached and wrapped his arms around me, squeezing briefly. I shivered again, but this time because all of the realities of our situation began to dawn on me. He stepped back, inquisitive. I said nothing. The primal desire that I had within to be torn apart had me in a bit of a frenzy. Once inside again we stopped at the sink to wash our hands. I got more than enough soap and turned on the water. When he reached for the soap dispenser, I intercepted his hand with my own, which was already warm and sudsy. He grinned in his intoxicating way and offered up his other hand. Slowly and gently I took each of his fingers into my own, massaging and stroking them, outwardly calm but inwardly in some sort of mounting mania. Eventually this turmoil got the better of me, and I found myself utterly paralyzed. We stood there for what seemed like decades, motionless, he bewildered and I unable to speak. My head was down, eyes trained on our immobile hands. Finally, he broke free from my grasp and nudged my chin up with a wet hand. Our eyes locked for probably the millionth time in our career as acquaintances, but this time was different. I was approaching insanity inside, and somehow he knew it. He smiled for a moment and shut off the water. And then the clouds burst forth with deafening sound. He pulled my body against his rather forcefully, both hands on my ass and squeezing aggressively. My eyes were wide and my mouth gaping, but only momentarily. Soon his lips were smashed to mine, his tongue dancing with mine, one hand suddenly tearing at the button and zipper on my pants. In an instant I was naked and his hands were wandering, groping, teasing. I was dripping wet. I could feel my pulse in my clit. A low moan escaped my lips as his teeth raped the flesh of my collar bone. Stumbling backward, being lead by his force as his lips met mine again, I felt the cold steel of the sink against back. He tore his mouth from mine and lifted me, placing me gingerly on the small area above the dishwasher. Chest heaving, breathing erratic, desperate. I plead with my eyes for more. He took the dish sprayer in his hand and commanded me to spread my legs and lean back. I obeyed, having one foot in the sink and one dangling over the edge. He adjusted the temperature of the water and squeezed the trigger just enough so that several drops fell between my breasts. "Hot enough?" I could only nod. Without warning he squeezed the trigger again, this time with full force, directing the blast on my already swollen clit. I was near orgasm to begin with, and now the with pressure of the water I was practically there- my eyes rolled back, my muscles constricted, and I bit my lip so hard that I was sure that I had punctured it. When he was sure that the first climactic waves had seized me, he shoved two fingers into my sopping wet cunt and curved them so that tips massaged my g-spot. I melted, swooned, cried out and came in such a way that I had never experienced. I collapsed against the plexi-glass that separated the sink from the rest of the kitchen to catch my breath. In the few moments that I rested the desire to evoke such wicked sensations in him grew like a tiny flame into a roaring blaze. I hopped down from the sink and dropped to my knees. A few quick maneuvers and his pants were around his ankles, revealing an enormous erection. I took him in one hand and teased the head with my tongue. I stroked and licked and teased and manipulated until a few precious drops of his liquid dripped onto my tongue. He ran his fingers through my hair a couple of times before he got a good grip and then began guiding himself in and out of my mouth, fucking my face, moving his body in slow motion so that the entire length of his cock passed through my lips over and over. I dug my nails into his thighs. "Get up." He commanded. I obeyed. "Turn around." I obeyed. "Bend over and hold on." I obeyed, taking hold of the edge of the sink where I had experienced one of the most powerful orgasms of my life only moments before. He gripped my ass as he guided himself inside me. It hurt, a delicious sort of pain, for he was more than well endowed. Once he was completely within me, he squeezed my ass with both hands as slowly he slid in and out of my pussy. Soon the movements grew faster, the friction was unbelievable, and suddenly he was fucking me furiously. I could feel myself approaching that inexplicable high again. I moaned, knuckles white, body near convulsion, blood flowing freely from my poor tortured lips. The sound of his breaths fueled the fire, I squeezed my cunt tightly around his cock, and came again. "I'm gonna fucking lose it." He choked out. Now it was my turn to command. I whirled around and dropped to my knees. "Cum in my mouth." He obeyed. I watched as he stroked himself, his hand a blur in motion, and held my tongue to the tip. Soon he exploded all over my tongue and in my mouth. It dripped down my chin like some abstract painting hanging in the adjoining gallery. I stood and smiled, and he grabbed a nearby rag and wiped away all the evidence of his fleeting delirium. We dressed in silence and I clocked out, smiling as I realized that I had been compensated as I was being fucked out of my mind. Did this make me a prostitute? I wondered as I slipped past him, stealing one last glance before I disappeared into the rain. Full Service My mother was acting strangely. She had been for the last month or so, though not in any overt manner, no specific ways that stuck out, but in much more subtle ways that anybody who didn't know her as well as I do after eighteen years would ever notice. Other than bitching at me about little things, (growing up, learning the meaning of 'responsibility', getting a job, how I'm so impossible) it was as though something had been on her mind, distracting her and, while we didn't dislike each other, our relationship wasn't close enough for a mother-daughter talk about it. That early evening, however, her behaviour was even more irregular than it had been. It was in the way she carried herself, how she stood, moved and in her facial expressions. Most of all, it was in her attire. Again, the differences were subtle, but obvious to one who knew Vanessa Griffin and her staunch routine of years. An off-white, short sleeved blouse that I hadn't seen outside her closet in a few years was chosen as that evening's top. It was just a little small on what had become her pleasantly curvy figure, the reason she'd left it hiding away, but it only showed in how its buttons strained slightly around those proud D cups. She even left the top two undone rather than fasten the thin garment up so far as to practically choke herself to death as usual. Looking close, I could even just barely make out the lace pattern of her white bra underneath and, from what I could tell, it didn't look like a granny bra. She'd left the blouse untucked, the short tails resting nicely just above her rounded hips in a manner that accentuated them as much as the black business skirt, one I'd never seen her wear to her job as receptionist at the Audi dealership. It's not that the skirt was indecent in any way, no more than her blouse, but its hem rode a few inches above her knees rather than just below. A six inch slit up the back added to its understated sexy appeal, and the open toed, black, three inch heels that added to her natural five-seven height finished the ensemble in a way that they never spoke for her usual outfits. Her long, auburn hair, usually worn up, was now down and flowing over her shoulders, straight but somehow not lacking body. Green eyes complimented a face that was attractive despite how it's shapely mouth and full lips almost never smiled since she and my father divorced. Also, her makeup was applied differently, more vividly I might have said, and her whole look made it seem almost as though she was trying to attract attention, not that she needed to. I knew she was hot and I'd noticed plenty of guys checking her out on many an occasion. Yes, something was definitely going on and, that evening, I was becoming more curious about it by the minute. Clickety-clicking on her laptop at the kitchen island, she performed a double take at me from the corner of her eye as I peered at her from the doorway. "Darin, what are you doing?" she asked, irritated, but also vaguely paranoid at my attention. "I told you, I've got an appointment at eight that I can't miss. If you want a ride to the mall, you'd better be ready in fifteen minutes." "What appointment?" I asked as her eyes returned to the screen. (Clickety-clickety-click) "The garage." (Clickety-clickety-clickety) "I thought the car was fixed," I casually challenged. More irritated, she quickly replied, "They had to order parts, would you please get your ass in gear?" "Al-right, jeez!" I was mostly ready anyway, save for finishing up with my hair, black like my father's and a little shorter than hers where it rested at my shoulders, and the choice of an outfit suitable to cruising the mall with my friends. I chose a pair of black capris leggings with a pink T shirt that was long enough to just barely cover the bottom of my shapely, fit posterior. The V neck wasn't quite as low as I would have wanted, but I'd never get anything lower past Mom's critical inspection and it still looked great on me. A wide, black belt with a big, round, gold buckle accentuated my hips and a pair of zebra striped Mary-Jane heels finished my look perfectly. Checking this ensemble in the mirror, I wished I'd inherited Mom's boob size along with the bright green eyes that looked back at me, but my perky Cs looked fabulous in that top and went with my athletic hips very well. I wasn't quite as tall or voluptuous as my mother, but I was happy and comfortable with my body and enjoyed showing it off. I gave myself a little smile as I considered bringing another top in order to do an end-run around the fashion gestapo downstairs, but I didn't want to be weighed down with a pack. Grabbing my small, rectangular, black clutch instead, I left my room just as said gestapo yelled at me to hurry, or I'd be left behind. As it was, she shook her head slightly, rolling her eyes in silent disapproval of my outfit, but I pretended not to notice, practically skipping past her, through the kitchen and to the adjoined garage. By the time she was beside me in the driver's seat of her red coupe, whatever it was that had her so distracted had removed my appearance from her mind and, by the time she turned out onto the street, I was back to wondering at that. I surreptitiously watched her nervously tapping the steering wheel with her index finger as she drove, nibbling at the inside of her lower lip, and my curiosity finally got the better of me. "So, what's eating you?" I asked with indifference in my tone. "What?" she replied, a little startled at first, as though she'd forgotten I was even there. "Something's on your mind." "Why do you say that?" she asked, clearly defensive now. "Because there is. I can tell." "There's nothing on my mind," she lied. "Sure," I sarcastically agreed, half interestedly checking out a cute guy walking down the sidewalk as we passed. "I'm worried about the car and how much it'll cost," she lied again. "Uh huh," I laughed. "If I didn't know better, I'd swear you were going out on a date or something." She jerked her head around to look at me and I almost laughed again at expression on her face. "Don't be ridiculous," she scoffed. "I told you, I'm nervous about the car." "What's so ridiculous about you going on a date?" "W- Nothing, It's just that that isn't the case." I sighed, shaking my head and rolling my eyes, saying, "Whatever. Anyway, why don't you just get it fixed at work? Wouldn't they give you an employee discount or something?" She snorted derisively and replied, "They don't work on Chevrolets and dealerships are the last place anybody should take their car for repairs, employee discount or no." I laughed again at the irony of her statement, considering her occupation, but didn't follow her up on it. Flipping the visor down, I used the vanity mirror to check my makeup, asking, "So where are you taking it, then? And what kinda place is open at this hour? "Wheeling Auto service," she replied. "It's a private business, so they work late." "How'd you find out about them?" "The internet." "Hm. Well, I hope they're honest." "I think he is," she toned. "'He'?" "Dave. He runs the place. (Ahem)" This time I was the one to jerk my head around at her, a knowing grin spreading across my face at how she'd nervously cleared her throat just then. "Is he cute?" She glanced at me without meeting my eyes, the ghost of a guilty smile leaping to her features for an instant before she could squash it, and replied with a more severe expression, "Darin... He's just a mechanic, alright?" "Geez, Mom, lighten up. We're just talking. ... "So, is he?" She only shook her head, a dismissal to my question rather than an answer, but that smile returned and wasn't so easily gotten rid of this time. Neither was I. "Mom?" "You're way off base," she said, giving up on getting rid of that smile. "Oh, I don't think so. I bet he's tall and dark with big muscular arms like those guys on the covers of your trash novels. Isn't he, Mom?" We'd come to a halt at a stop sign, she being stubbornly silent on the matter at hand, and I was about to continue my teasing inquiry when the car sputtered and died. "Oh, shit!" she swore. "Don't you do this to me, you...!" Slapping the gear selector all the way ahead to the park position, she twisted the ignition, the only result being a 'rur, rur, rur, rur, rur' sound as the engine turned over, but absolutely refused to start. "Please, please, please, not now?!" she desperately begged. (Rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur-) The car behind us hit the horn and Mum almost went nuclear. "Oh, shut up! Can't you see I'm having trouble, you-?!" And then it fired up. We both breathed a sigh of relief and she switched the transmission back to drive so we could get moving again, for however long. Dammit, dammit, dammit!" she fumed. "Millions of dollars in bailouts from two countries and those blasted morons still can't build a decent car! Should have told them to go to hell! Should have let them go out of business! God damned, rotten, useless, good for nothing boneheads! Should have listened to your uncle Stanley and bought that used BMW, but no, I had to have this brand new, shiny red piece of shit!" "Mom?" "What, Darin?! What?!" "Whatever this Dave guy looks like, you should totally go out with him because you really need to get laid." I thought she was going to hit me. I mean, I really thought she was going to punch me right in my pretty little face. After totally flipping out and threatening dire consequences if I said another word between there and the mall, I wisely kept my mouth shut until we rolled up to The Pen Centre's main entrance. By that time, however, I was no longer really interested in the mall. No, I wanted to see what was up with my tightly wound mother and this 'appointment' of hers, so I decided to worm my little way into her business. "They're not here," I said with a frown, scanning the entrance for Kendra and Tiffany, this being no surprise to me as I was supposed to meet them inside at New York Fries. "They're probably inside," she correctly ventured, that heavier stress beginning to creep back into her tone. "No," I refuted, "we were supposed to meet up right here, but..." "Darin, I can't wait, it's almost ten to eight and I have to-" "Well, they're not here, what am I supposed to do?" I almost whined at her. "They're probably running a little late; just wait for them and they'll be along," she impatiently advised. "But, what if they don't show up? I can't hang out by myself! Like a loser!" "Oh my god!" she grated in pure frustration, rubbing her forehead with the palm of her hand. "Call them, or text them, or whatever the hell because I have to go before the god damned car stalls again, this time maybe for good!" I opened my little clutch to grab my phone, turning the ring volume off as I pretended to briefly rifle through its other contents. "Oh no!" I lamented. "Now what?" "I forgot my phone!" She stared at me as though I'd just told her that I was pregnant with Uncle Stanley's baby. "What?!" she asked incredulously. "Look again!" I held up the little black clutch, emphasizing its limited confines while I emphatically determined, "It's not here, Mom!" "Darin, for chrissakes, they'll be along! Now, get out of the car so I can-" "No! You don't know that! I'm not gonna sit around waiting like an idiot, without even my cellphone when they might not even-" "I can't take you with me, would you please just get out so I can go?!" "Why?!" I demanded, actually wanting to know why she couldn't take me along to what was supposed to be just an appointment at a garage. "Anyway, this is all your fault! If you weren't bugging me to hurry before we left, I wouldn't have forgotten-! She stomped the gas pedal to the floor, slamming me into the seatback. I wouldn't have thought her car had enough power to screech the tires, but I guess I was wrong. "Hey! Mom, what the hell are you-?!" "Shut up, Darin!" she shouted at me, spittle flying from her livid mouth, "I mean it, just shut the hell up right now, or we're going to the river so I can drown you in it! God dammit, you are so impossible!" My mission accomplished, I shut up, looking out the side window and pretending to pout so she wouldn't see me trying not to laugh. Just over ten minutes later, we pulled off Welland Avenue and drove around the business fronting the street to the rear lot where another establishment, a moderately sized, gray industrial building stood. We came to a stop in front of its large garage door between a big, deep red pickup truck hitched to a long travel trailer on Mom's side and a shiny, black Harley Davidson on mine. A sign to the right of the garage door and in front of the bike stated that this was indeed Wheeling Auto Service and a man door to the right of that displayed another sign in its window that read 'closed'. "I think they're closed," I offered in a small, carefully innocent voice. She looked at me, her expression hinting that something bad might happen to me if they really were before tersely instructing, "Stay here." Wisely leaving the engine running, she got out and slammed the door, walking around the front of it in the gathering gloom to the man door. The look of relief on her face was plain as day when she tried the knob and found it unlocked. She went in, and after a moment I expelled a slightly bored sigh, turning on the radio to catch Adele in the first thirty seconds of Rolling in the Deep. Before she could finish the song, the big door in front of me began rolling up with a heavy, clattering roar to reveal a rather large man dressed in dirty jeans and a Harley Davidson T shirt. When I say 'large', I don't mean fat, rather the undefined muscular type. He was easily over six feet tall with big hands. He looked to be in his late thirties, maybe early forties, with a face that was neither ugly, nor attractive under an intact hairline of dark brown. If this was Dave, he was nothing like the men that graced the cover of Mom's trash novels, but this isn't to say that he had no appeal. I didn't realize I was staring until he looked directly at me, holding my eyes while he paused there, the door rolling the rest of the way up of its own volition. With the hint of a smile, he broke eye contact first and started forward, moving for the driver's side of Mom's shiny red piece of shit. For some reason, I wanted to quickly reach over and lock the door, somehow impressed with, but almost frightened of him at the same time. Of course, I didn't. Instead, I cleared my throat and wondered at Mom's choice of mechanic as he reached the side of the car, opened the door and got in beside me. He filled the driver's portion of the small car, the vehicle shaking quite noticeably as his weight settled and, right away, the manly smell of sweat and unidentified automotive dirt filled its confines. I was still gawking, and when he looked at me, I couldn't help but smile with a curious mix of unguarded admiration and apprehension. For his part, he smiled as well, his brown eyes blatantly checking me out as I sat, so small beside him. He didn't leer like a pervert, but confidently, thoroughly appraised me without fear of my reaction to it. I could tell he liked what he saw and it had the surprising effect of turning me on a little. I had to stifle a nervous giggle as he stuck his hand out to introduce himself. "I'm Dave," he stated in a strong, but friendly enough voice. Giving him my hand, which was completely engulfed his strong, firm grip, I replied, "Darin." "Hey, Darin," he said, checking out my boobs again before adding, "Cool name for a girl." "Thank you", was all I could say to this. "So, your mother's car is acting up, eh?" he asked, shutting the door. "Yeah, it's, (ahem) ... acting up," I stupidly confirmed. Ignoring my nervous idiocy, he put the car gear in and then began moving us forward, saying, "Well, we'll see what we can do before she decides to burn it." I'd been so preoccupied with him that I never even looked beyond the opened door to the garage's interior. As the car's front, then rear wheels bumped over the threshold and inside, the engine becoming louder within the surrounding metal walls, I looked around, suddenly and acutely aware of my heart having increased its pace and force to where I could feel it beating in my chest. Mom took me to her work at the Audi dealership once after school and on our way home. She was getting her schedule and, while I waited, I saw inside their service center. It was big, clean and professional looking with all the mechanics wearing the same smart uniforms, working on brand new, shiny Audis. In the outer waiting area, soft muzac played while salesmen strolled around with their gleaming teeth and pressed shirts and ties, smiling and trying to impress potential customers, Mom and the other receptionist. Big, bright Audi signs graced the walls, boasting of professional service, factory roadside assistance and the Le Mans Victory Sales Event. This place wasn't like that. Spanning the entire back wall was a long, wide workbench, covered with tools and greasy black car parts with two big red toolboxes standing at the right end of it. Towards the back of the right wall was a closed door that led to what must have been a small compartment, maybe a bathroom. A set of wooden stairs beside the door led to a chicken wired enclosure above that held tires and some other items, presumably spare car parts. Opposite this, lining the left wall, were several tall, wide, blue metal cabinets that ran more than halfway to the front of the garage. Beside them and to our immediate left, two big floor jacks were stored against the wall with some other unidentifiable equipment. To my right, a large window allowed a view to a moderately sized office/waiting area with a door beside the window to gain entry. In the right rear corner, a bright, orangey red car was nosed, the wide tired rear end jacked a few feet in the air while, underneath, a guy was on his back, arms raised and working on the bottom of it. Beside it and in the left rear corner, a big van was raised six or seven feet into the air on one of those lift thingies and, as we rolled in, another guy was pushing a Harley ahead and between these two areas to make room for Mom's car. She was standing a few feet from the door to the office/waiting area with her professional smile and demeanor not quite covering her own apprehension, looking at me with the subtle paranoia that I saw back at the house before glancing at the back of the guy pushing the Harley. That didn't have time to register, what with the state I was in, but also because that's when the car stalled. "There she goes," Dave commented, putting the car in park after its forward momentum ran out to turn the ignition. (Rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur, rur-) "Fuck it," he decided, giving up. "Do you know what's wrong with it?" I asked, still intimidated and impressed, but now composed barely enough to try covering that up. He smiled at me and replied, "Yeah, it's a Cobalt." I couldn't help laughing a little at this diagnosis as he put the car in neutral, and then opened the door, letting in the sound of some rock and roll from my mother's era. A moment later, he was out and pushing it ahead by himself with one big paw on the windshield pillar, and without any real strain. When he was finished, he stooped over, reaching back inside to put the transmission in park and turn the ignition switch back, popping the hood afterward while taking an appreciative look at my legs. Full Service "Okay, we got it; may as well hop out." I've never been the shy type, have never really been uncomfortable in any social surrounding because I know that attractive people have power in that sense. I know I look good and, as I've mentioned, I enjoy it when guys look at me, and often wear some pretty daring outfits once I'm away from Mom so I can show myself off to get that kind of attention, not that any of them would have a chance with me. I just like their reaction because it makes me feel good about myself, Kendra and Tiffany being likeminded in this, but also my friendly competition. When I got out of the car, however, I casually made sure my shirt was covering my tush, pulling it down from the sides while wiggling my hips up underneath it. It's not that I minded Dave's attention overly much, but without the security of my friends, the familiarity and safety of the crowded mall, and with my mother present, I just wasn't so sure of myself. This was someone else's world, one where I had no control, and the guy who was openly checking me out as he crawled out from under the rear of the red car made that very clear. Nervously, I stepped towards Mom, the only familiar face and relative safety I could find. The guy who'd been pushing the bike ahead had turned and was now approaching us. He was very attractive in a slightly unkempt way, with short black hair, a little tousled while his beautiful, chocolate brown eyes beheld us. I suspected that some of his ancestral roots must have been from the Middle East, and it looked very good on him. With his black jeans, untucked, half unbuttoned gray shirt and muscular lean build, he was the very definition of 'tall, dark n handsome' and made the guys on the covers of Mom's trash novels look like idiotic girly men and wannabes by comparison. I was actually proud of Mom for having his attention the way she obviously did, even over me, and it was clear that he had hers as he walked up to us with a confident swagger, wiping his hands on a rag and showing us a warm, winning smile. "Hi, Vanessa," he greeted, checking out her bust line afterward. "Hello," she returned with a goofy smile, adding, "This is my daughter, Darin. Darin, this is Gigi." He stuck out his hand, checked me out and nodded once, saying, "Hey, Darin." "Hi," I replied, shaking his hand with a smile that probably wasn't much less goofy than hers. As the guy who'd been working underneath the car approached, Gigi nodded to him, saying, "Vanessa, Darin, this is Dick." Smiling at Dick this time, I offered my hand to him and he took it, checking me out more blatantly than Gigi did, but looking me in the eyes when he greeted me with, "Nice to meet ya, Darin. You too, Vanessa." The pleasure's all mine," she replied, taking his hand and shaking it as I had while his eyes roamed over her body. This was incredible, and the reason she didn't want me along became yet clearer, that being that she didn't want me to know about how she enjoyed being the object of their attention. At age forty-two, I suddenly wondered if she wasn't approaching that time in a woman's life when certain things, such as her sex drive, began to change. Dick's attention was back on me as Dave began pulling the large door back down via a chain that hung at the doorframe. He was handsome enough with fair hair, blue eyes and a body that was hidden by the dirty pair of dark green coveralls he wore. Again, he looked us in the eyes when he spoke, gesturing to the office as he did. "Have you two met my wife, Carrie?" "A few minutes ago when I arrived, yes," Mom answered. I looked to my right and around her, for the first time seeing two women in the office/waiting area who looked about the same age as the guys, each sitting in one of those adjustable desk chairs. One, an attractive blonde with tattoos from the wrist, all the way up to the shoulder of her left arm, appeared to be watching something, presumably on a computer monitor behind a service counter that faced the outside door. The other, an even more attractive dark skinned brunette, was looking directly at me. Her feet up on the counter, ankles crossed, she slouched beside the blonde and nodded at me with a smile as Dick had, but hers was different. All I could do was smile back with the same nod before looking back to Dick. "She'd be the tattooed lady," he told me with a smile, adding, "The other one is Dawn, Gigi's sister." I looked back and Dawn was still looking at me with that same smile, now slowly swivelling her chair back and forth by her hips. I looked away again, feeling a heated flush make its way up my body, suddenly knowing why she was smiling at me like that. It was the same kind of smile the guys were giving us, but a lot more intense. And that's when I noticed the posters along the walls. My eyes widened as I checked them out, each of them featuring a different woman from about mid-thigh up. I could tell they weren't professional models, but they were all attractive and all covered in some sort of oil or fluid and, at the bottom of these homemade posters, scripted characters identified them with titles such as, 'Miss 10w30', or, 'Miss Dexron I', and so on. Most of them were braless, some in panties and some in sexy shorts, all of them posing with a smile. Seeing my eyes and how they looked around at them, Gigi voiced what I'd noted a few minutes before with a laugh. "Not exactly like the Audi dealership, huh?" "Um, not really," I admitted, my eyes inexplicably dropping to his slightly hairy chest for a split second that totally mortified me. "Mom was just telling me that the dealership is the last place anybody should take their car," I said. I took this right off the top of my head in order to socially pave over my little indiscretion with his chest, but Mom didn't seem to notice it and, if Gigi did, he didn't seem to mind. Hey, it wasn't as if his eyes weren't all over us, right? "She's right," Dick affirmed. "Bought a new Chevy truck about five years ago and it was the biggest piece of shit I've ever owned, and the most I've ever paid for any vehicle, at that. Worst of all, they jerked me around with the warranty while the fuckin' thing rotted to pieces. Frame, body and everything. Lost my brakes one night and ended up on somebody's lawn, so I got under the thing the next day and found the front brake line rotted through. Checked the other ones, and they were all rotted to shit, too, same as the steel power steering line. And all of them had little stickers on them that said, 'Made in China'. Yeah. Once the engine started knocking and leaking oil, all I could do was sell the pig for what I could get out of it just so I could wash my hands of it." Mom clucked her tongue in disgust, shaking her head as Gigi weighed in with a story of his own. The whole time, both of these men were checking us out, and Mom never seemed to mind. In fact, I'm sure she enjoyed it as much as she obviously enjoyed conversing with them. I couldn't believe it, and I listened as she threw her two cents in. "I think the problem," she opined, "is that they've come to realize they can make as much money from their customers in the parts and service aspect of their operations as they can from actually selling the car, so they intentionally design flaws into them. I mean, just think of how much money they must make from the replacement parts of a particular model- every one ever sold in every country- over and over during that car's lifetime and throughout all of its owners, because even the replacement parts are designed to fail. It's a rip-off and it's downright criminal." "Where'd that fuckin' dirt bag, Randy, put our order?" Dave asked as Dick and Gigi solemnly nodded their heads at Mom's comments. "I don't know," Dick answered, "isn't it by the door?" "Look in the office," Gigi advised, "he probably brought it in there so he could talk to the girls." "Darin, do me a favour and ask Carrie and Dawn if our parts order is in there?" Dave asked as he walked towards the rear of the shop. A quick glance through the window found Dawn still looking at me, her smile wider as Carrie was also looking now, smiling as well as she spoke to her very alluring friend. As I've mentioned, I'd never been nervous around people before, therefore I really wasn't equipped to deal with my growing apprehension. So, after a short, almost fearful pause while Mom went on to talk about 'bullshit maintenance procedures', I began a stiff legged walk towards the office door. Inside, I found myself in a more or less expected area with seating along the wall opposite the window that comprised of different car seats, modified with legs that allowed them to sit properly on the floor. They were all clean, as was the rest of this area, with a pedestal style ashtray available for their possible occupants. Above them, the wall was covered with pictures of powerful looking cars and Harley Davidsons, some that looked like they were on show with trophies in front of them, sometimes a scantily clad woman, and some that looked like they were in the middle of a race. Under the large window sat a low rack with eight or ten car batteries, beside that another rack with an array of wiper blades, and more displays of other various and unidentifiable automotive parts. To my right was the man door that led outside, one of those red and chrome, coin operated peanut dispensing machines beside it. Towards the rear, the service counter jutted from the outside wall, stopping to leave enough room to get by between it and the large window to the rest of the garage. On the wall behind it, more automotive parts occupied shelves that spanned its length. These were larger items, most of them shiny chrome, or polished aluminum. Standing there, completely out of my element, I mustered what little social courage I was suddenly left with and spoke with a polite smile as I approached the wide, wooden countertop that the two women sat behind. "Hello, my name is Darin." "Hey, Darin," the inked lady replied, smiling back while checking me out, her friend actually licking her lips as I came to a stop on what felt like the safe side of the counter. "I'm Carrie and this is Dawn." Carrie, her dirty blonde hair hanging just past her shoulders with Egyptian style bangs, had blue eyes and her approximately five-five body looked to be in good shape. Somewhat thin, I guessed her breast size to be about a B cup, possibly A. She wore a pair of faded denim cut-offs that looked very good on her, advertising well the gap at the top of her inner thighs that I shared, though my long T shirt was covering that up at the moment. Her upper body was covered with a sleeveless, horizontally black and white striped top with a low neckline and, sitting up on the top of her head, a pair of mirrored, teardrop style sunglasses. Dawn, although still reclining with her feet up, looked taller than her friend, her hair longer and done in a loose tangle fashion that looked really good. Like her brother's, her eyes were chocolate brown and her hips were a little wider than mine with boobs about the same size, if not a bit bigger. She wore a tight pair of medium blue jeans with a strapless, tucked halter top that was hard to ignore, and a pair of scuffed black cowboy boots with spurs on her feet. Both women were quite attractive, but especially Dawn. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," I told them while trying not to look for too long at the brunette. "It could be," she smiled in a low, almost lazy tone that matched her strikingly dark beauty. I had no idea what to do with that, had never gotten that type of attention from a female before, and found I could only look at her, mouth open a little as I struggled for something to say. Then, as though this weren't enough, my ears caught the moaning and mewling of a woman coming from the computer, the unmistakable sound of porn. ("Oh, yesss... yes, lick me? Make me cum so fuckin hard?") Full Service Now I was really freaked. Once back in the larger service area, I didn't dare to look back at the big office window as I walked back to the rear of the shop with the information Dave needed. My heart was hammering fast and hard enough to burst from my chest, like one of those aliens in the movies, and I had a hard time walking at a normal pace. Looking down at the floor in giddy consternation as I went, I couldn't believe I actually only shrugged in reply to Dawn's question as to whether or not I liked girls, even almost accepted her offer of a kiss, and that's when I finally noticed how the hem of my top had ridden halfway up my hips. Letting out a small, mostly inaudible gasp, I quickly pulled it down, looking up to see if Mom had noticed. She was just then taking a good look at Gigi's chest as his gaze fell on me, his hand holding a cellphone to his ear as he spoke into it. Back with Dave at the bench, I started to calm a little, finally glancing back at the big window as though there really was a deadly, blood sucking vampire in there. I couldn't see anything but the flickering light from what I assumed to be porn on the monitor in the darkening office. "Finally found the gapper," he reported as he added a pair of red handled pliers to a handful of other tools. "Okay," I replied, again noting how I was strangely more comfortable with him. "Um, Carrie said the gap was point forty." "Okay, thanks. I kinda figured, but it's best to- aww, nuts. You pulled your shirt back down." "Well, yeah," I said with a smile. "I didn't realize." "Looked better before." "Really?" "You know it does," he said with an informed grin. I only shrugged, glancing around at Mom who was again lost in Gigi world now that his telephone conversation was apparently over with. "Pull it up again," he suggested. After a brief hesitation and another backward glance to my very distracted mother, I smiled wider and slowly pulled it up to where it was... then right up to my waist. "Like that?" I asked, loving this as I looked up at him. "Yeah," he said, nodding as he stared. I loved his reaction, knowing how tight my leggings were. "How old are you, anyway?" "Eighteen," I answered. "Yeah... that's fuckin awesome. Turn around and show me your ass, baby." I couldn't believe this, but I did as he said, looking over my shoulder so I could enjoy the expression on his very appreciative face. "Oh my fuuuck. ... I could stare at that for the rest of my life. Yeah, you should come help me with your mother's car." "Okay," I agreed, totally freaked out at my actions, but also very excited and pleased with myself. "Grab the order there, will ya? And you walk ahead of me," he added with a laugh. I grabbed it and started out first, like he wanted, not daring to look in Mom's direction, but looking over my shoulder with a smile for Dave when I reached her car. "You're quite the little tease, aren't you?" he asked as I put the box on the floor a few feet ahead of the car. "No," I refuted with the smile I was getting used to showing him. "Why do you say that?" "I've been around the track a couple of times Darin," he said, checking out my boobs before setting his handful of tools beside the box. "What do you mean?" He gave me a funny look and turned to the car, feeling under the front lip of the hood for a second before raising it to expose the engine. A moment later, he was using a screwdriver to remove a big, black plastic thing from the top of the engine, changing the topic as I watched his big hands at work. "So, you still in school?" "No, I graduated this past spring." "Going to university?" "No." "Wise young woman," he complimented, much to my pleasure, "Ya know what 'PHD' means?" "What?" "Permanent head damage," he misinformed with a smile. I thought this was pretty funny as he went on to amend his joke with, "Mind you, if you wanna be a lawyer, or a doctor, or a fuckin' rocket scientist, or whatever, university's a pretty good idea but, otherwise, it's just an opportunity to pay a shitload of money to be told what and how to think." "That's not what my guidance councillor at school said." "Yeah, well he obviously lined up and paid his money. I did too, for a few years. Then I smartened up and quit, started putting that money to better use. Hand me those pliers there, will ya?" I bent to grab them and, when I straightened, found him watching with another of his appreciative smiles. Taking the pliers, he checked out my midsection before turning back to his work, asking me a different question. "Got a job?" "No." "Can't find one?" I shrugged, replying, "I didn't look. I thought I'd enjoy some time for myself for a while." "How do you get money?" "Mom." He nodded at this, removing something attached to some wires from another big, black plastic thing. "So, what's wrong with it, anyway?" I asked, "besides that it's a Cobalt?" He grinned and replied, "Sludge buildup in the throttle body. Happens a lot to these cars. Not a big deal, just a pain in the ass. I'm changing the plugs and replacing the fuel filter too cause its good practice, but all it needs is to be cleaned out with some injector cleaner and she'll be good for another little while." "Mom says it's a shiny red, piece of shit." He laughed at this, saying, "Yeah, well she's right. As the 'big three's' newer cars go, these aren't too bad, but you won't catch me buying anything built by them after nineteen-ninety-nine." Beginning to admire his intellect as much as his stature, we went on talking of everyday things for a little while, he checking me out every now and then as he worked, until we were interrupted by a hollow, "bung, bung, bung!" sound. Turning around, I found the source to be Dawn, knocking on the office window. She crooked her finger with that smile, the universal invitation to 'come hither', but when Dave straightened up, she shook her head and pointed at me with that intense, hungry smile. "Looks like I'm gonna lose my sexy little helper," he observed with an odd expression. "Ah well, at least I get to watch you walk away." The smile I gave him wasn't so nervous this time, not just because I was feeling more comfortable, but also because I wanted to let him know I was fine with that. To make sure he knew, I added a little wiggle as I left, looking over my shoulder halfway there to see him indeed watching. During this look, I saw two other things of note. First, Mom was looking at me with what I might call subdued concern on her features, probably over the way my top was adjusted, or maybe that I was flirting with Dave. The other thing was how Dick had rolled to a position on the floor where he could see right up her skirt. He seemed to like what he was seeing, the smile on his face evidence of this, while Gigi was trying to look down her blouse. She had no idea, and she probably mistook my expression for one of alarm over her seeing my behaviour. I looked away, stunned but suddenly turned on further by this. Back in the office, however, my apprehension soon returned to its former level due to Dawn's smiling attention and my fear of what Carrie would think if she knew her husband was looking up Mom's skirt. "Wanna smoke a joint with us?" Dawn invited. Okay, this was something I didn't expect, but the unexpected seemed to be par for the course at Wheeling Auto Service. " ... Well... I don't think-" "Don't worry, it's just weed," Carrie said, holding up a thin cigarette with twisted ends as though to prove it to me. "Totally harmless." "Have you never smoked before?" Dawn inquired. I only shook my head, smiling politely with my refusal. "Nothing to worry about," she assured, "It's like drinking a couple beer." "Yeah, but my Mom..." I worried, looking out the window to see Dick on his feet, talking to her with Gigi. "Stand back here where she can't see and give it a little try," Dawn said. "It's okay, Darin, we won't let you get caught." "I really shouldn't." "It's totally okay, not like crack and that other shit," Carrie coaxed. "We don't do that stuff and we'd never offer it to you." Despite the angst that came from being in their midst, more so Dawn's, I somehow tended to trust them now, most likely because they were friends of Dave's, and regarded them with an unsure smile that they accurately read. "It'll help you to relax," Dawn told me. " ... Well... okay." Walking ahead, listening to the sound of my Mary-Janes on the gray painted cement floor as a sort of musical accompaniment to this portentous moment, I reached the end of the counter, walking around to its 'unsafe' side. They got to their feet, smiling at me and, as soon as I was within arm's length, Dawn reached out and put her arm around my waist, gently drawing me closer as though I may change my mind while Carrie lit the joint with a chrome Zippo. My senses jumped at her touch, goose pimples rising all over my body as her nails found their way under my shirt and softly caressed the bare skin of my side for a second. I gasped, the small sound just above my breath, but I knew she heard it as she looked at me with barely concealed lust. As Carrie drew deeply on the joint, another soft gasp came from the computer. I looked at the monitor in time to see a busty, middle aged brunette woman pulling down the powder blue, cotton shorts of a pretty blonde girl of about my age. Meanwhile, a middle aged guy had her pink tank top pulled up over her fairly small, braless boobs, pinching one of her erect nipples while sucking on the other. "Pretty hot, eh?" Dawn commented. Of course, I'd checked out pornography on my computer, but I mostly relied on my own imagination for stuff like that, the kinkiest stuff from my mind only coming about when I masturbated. However, beyond the further embarrassment it caused me just then, it only served to spike my hormones, especially with Dawn's physical contact and other less than subtle behaviours towards me. I didn't even answer as she took the joint from Carrie and put it to her lips. "You like porn, Darin?" Carrie asked. "Well... not really. I- I mean, it's not that I don't like it, it's just that it usually doesn't..." "I really like this one," she informed. The girl's shorts were gone and her top was being pulled up and over her head. The man's penis was out, and it was big enough to make me suddenly wonder at how big Dave's was. I blushed as though they could read my mind, but then Dawn was passing me the joint. I took it and, after the briefest hesitation, put it to my lips and drew on it a little. I choked and coughed almost right away. "Take some air in around your lips when you puff on it," Dawn instructed, her hand rubbing up and down my side in exhilarating encouragement that brought my goose pimples back. I tried this, coughed again, but not as much as I handed the joint to Carrie with a nervous/polite smile. By then, the girl was left in her little pink panties, the man spilling a large set of boobs from the older woman's bra that made the girl's eyes goggle before her face was more or less gently guided to their deep cleavage. "I like this one too," Dawn said, looking at the monitor with me, "In fact, I'd even say it's one of my faves." I soon found myself wondering what it would be like to be the object of that kind of attention and, without my noticing, the fact that I was standing there, actually watching this threesome with these two was slowly becoming manageable as it turned me on more and more. It was probably because of the particular situation being portrayed and that I wasn't being judged for my growing enjoyment of it. Before I knew it, the joint came back around to me and, remembering Carrie's instruction, I coughed a little less that time before passing it on to her. "There, you're getting it," she said with her inclusive smile as the blonde girl was being pulled down to a bed with a small moan, her panties being pulled off to leave her completely naked. "So, Is your mother gonna take the job?" Dawn asked. I only blinked at her, wondering what she meant. "Oops," she replied to this, looking at Carrie with a little discomfort in her eyes. "Uhh... job?" I asked. "Yeaaah...," Carrie began to carefully explain. "Uh, I take it she didn't tell you?" I shook my head, looking from one to the other, wondering what this was all about and what was going on. "Oh, crap," Dawn expressed with an apologetic expression. "What job?" I asked, actually feeling a bit more relaxed, as Dawn had promised, and somehow odd at the same time. "Darin, I'm really sorry," she sincerely expressed while squeezing my side a little, but I naturally figured that, since she brought you along tonight, she'd have told you..." "Told me what?" "Well... I've obviously said too much already, and it's none of my business to be telling you-" "Too late for that now," Carrie determined while handing her the joint. "Christ almighty, Dawn, if you'd let a cock in your mouth every once in a while, maybe you wouldn't always be getting your foot caught in it." "Shut up, Carrie," Dawn softly shot back, obviously upset that she'd let some cat out of its bag. "Dave told us earlier on," Carrie began to explain, "that your Mom showed up here last week to have her car fixed, and that's when she found out he's been looking for a receptionist. She told him she'd have to think about it, so he gave her a week." "Yeah, but she already has a job," I refuted. "She works at the Audi dealership." "Well, he told us that she said she'd been laid off almost two months ago," she explained apologetically as Dawn passed the joint to me. "Something about them contracting some call center in New Brunswick to schedule their service appointments, or whatever." "Oh my god..." I said, more to myself, but while looking at Carrie. "But, why didn't she tell me?" "Probably didn't want to worry you," she offered. "Please don't say anything?" Dawn asked. I already feel awful enough, and I'd hate to... you know..." "Yeah," Carrie agreed as I whooshed the joint like they did. "Plus, Dave would be pissed off at us if she refused the job because of this. He's really hoping she'll take it 'cause she has experience and actually knows stuff about cars. Also, she's got obvious class and she... well, she's smokin' hot, and that, along with her knowledge, class and experience, is something that would make the shop look good." "But... why wouldn't she just take the job, then?" I asked. "Why would she have to take a week to think about it?" "Weeell..." Dawn hinted with a careful smile as I passed the joint, "As you may have noticed, this isn't exactly the Audi dealership..." I only nodded, remembering her brother's comment and my own observations regarding that when I'd first arrived and had seen the posters. And many things became clear just then. Like the pieces of a puzzle coming together, I suddenly understood why my mother had been acting so odd lately, why she'd been so uptight and bitchy with me about growing up and stuff. I understood why she'd changed her makeup and dressed the way she had tonight, why she was so nervous when she got here, why she was associating with these people, and why she didn't want me along for this 'appointment'. "Holy shit," was all I could say in a dazed tone as Carrie passed the joint to Dawn, now burned down to a nub and clutched in the end of a little metal clip. "So, you won't say anything?" Dawn asked hopefully. "No," I vaguely replied, then looked at her to repeat more absolutely, "No, I won't say anything. Jeez, I can't believe she didn't tell me, though. She didn't even cut off my allowance." "Wow," Carrie remarked, "That's pretty cool of her; she must really love you. When I was your age, the only thing my mother ever gave me was a kick up the ass to help me out of her house. By the way, if she does take the job, she'll get twenty bucks an hour and no labour charges on her car repairs." "Plus, she'll get the parts at Dave's cost." Dawn put in while passing to me, "and, best of all, you'll both be allowed to come to the park." "The park?" I asked before taking a drag as Dawn's smile returned to what it had been, her eyes all over my boobs. "A private getaway up north," Carrie explained while I puffed again. "You'd love it." "I have a trailer there," Dawn informed. "You could stay with me." Her lascivious smile made me unsure of how to respond to that beyond another lame one of my own as I passed what was left of the joint to Carrie. On the monitor, the brunette woman was licking the girl's pussy while the man was feeding her his cock. She was making a sort of funny, yet very erotic sound as I stared, my hormones reactivated even as I tried to process all this new information about Mom and the possibilities for her here. I realized I was stoned, a lot more relaxed now, and that my mother had to become Dave's receptionist. I also just then realized that Carrie was cutting at the lower part of my top with a pair of scissors. "He-ey," I laughed, "What are you doing?" "Adjusting your look," she explained with a malicious little grin. "Of course," Dawn almost sleazed, "your mom will have to get used to a certain type of treatment in order to work here, at least where Dave's preferred customers are concerned." "Like what?" I asked, though I already had a good idea of what she meant as I remembered Dick looking up her skirt. Snipping away, Carrie replied, "Let's just say that tonight is her interview." "I got a funny feeling she'll do just fine, though," Dawn assured, finishing the joint and tossing the clip to the countertop. "As for you... how 'bout that kiss now?" She gave my side another gentle squeeze, her nails bringing out those goose pimples once again, and I only hesitated for about two full seconds, though it felt like an eternity, before I moved in with all my nerves popping. Our boobs touched, then pressed lightly together as our lips met for a short, soft kiss that almost blew my senses through the top of my head. When it was over, I could only stare with a giddy, stunned grin as she grinned back. It was so different than with a guy, the soft, sensuous feel of it something I never would have expected, the unique passion so unappreciable by the imagination. On the monitor, the blonde girl was really moaning now, but I didn't look, could only look at the beautiful woman in front of me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if I'd ever bother with flaunting myself at the mall again. "Oh, wow," I giggled in a low voice, suddenly feeling so naughty and perverted. I loved it. "Want some more?" she dared. I nodded and her hand left my waist to find a place on the side of my neck, fingers curling around the back of it as she gently pulled me in so we could smooch again for a little longer. This time, when we finished, she breathed something in my ear that lit my poor hormones on fire. "You sexy little bitch... I wanna lick your cunt till you scream for meee..." "Ohh-h, Dawn..." I mewled just above a whisper. From that moment on, she had me. Maybe I was just stoned, but it really didn't matter. The experience was what it was for me simply because of the way I received it, and I received it very positively. "My turn," Carrie said. And then I was kissing her. After a nice smooch, she nibbled and licked at my lower lip, holding me around the waist while I rested one hand on her hip, the other on her shoulder. I heard some more snipping and felt my top being tugged at while Carrie's hard nipples pressed against my boobs. I was so turned on, I would have let them do almost anything, and when her tongue asked entry to my mouth, I only moaned and allowed it in. Full Service "Lemme have some now," Dawn breathed. And then I was kissing the lovely brunette again, hosting her tongue as I had Carrie's. Hers seemed to fill my mouth, and I realized that my pussy was getting wet with excitement as the guy on the monitor groaned and cursed. Now the sewn neckline of my top was being cut away as I made out with Dawn, both of us breathing heavily, once looking each other in the eye for a moment of pure, erotic understanding of one another. My nipples felt as hard as I knew Carrie's were and I was very quickly losing myself in these forbidden moments of impossible desire. But then it was Carrie's turn again and, with giggling, horny desire, I separated from Dawn to be passed back to the slender, tattooed blonde. In so doing, my eyes happened to sweep across the large window and that's how I saw my mother, now standing by her car with Gigi, but watching us with her sagging jaw almost as wide as her stunned eyes. "Ohhh, shhhhit!" I hissed in a high, shaky tone as I could only stare back at her, trying to collect my wits. "Uh oh..." Carrie expressed, obviously seeing the source of my sudden alarm. Dawn then turned to see as well, just as Gigi distracted Mom's attention by taking up a thick lock of her long, rich auburn hair from near the side of her face. His fingers explored their prize and he looked at her with a very approving expression as he spoke something we couldn't hear. Dave, meanwhile, was busily working away under the hood while Dick, I'd assumed, was still under the red car. "Oh..." Dawn worried when she turned back to me, asking, "You think she'll be mad?" I only shook my head, not really meaning anything by it. Mom shot a partial glance in our direction before the smile that was slowly replacing her disturbance over my conduct overtook her pretty features. Dave looked up then and, glancing at her chest, said something that made her jaw sag again, but only a little and with a smile to go with it. As the guy on the monitor groaned louder and cursed more passionately, Carrie said, "Hm. Crisis averted, I guess." Dawn smirked at the comment, but looked at me to see how I was taking it while Carrie started on the short sleeves of my top. Looking down at myself, I found that Carrie had cut away enough of my pink T shirt to show my midriff, but had also cut up the sides, two long A shapes from under my arms, in order to allow hanging panels in the front and back. Also, without the sewn seem of the V neck, the collar was a lot more open, enough so that one of the thin, pink straps of my bra were visible along with more than a little cleavage. As Carrie finished with the ends of my sleeves, leaving me with little more than a super sexy rag, Dawn loosened and lowered my belt so that it hung on my hips and at an angle. "What do you think, sugar?" she asked while drinking me in. I loved it. My giggle said as much, but Carrie wasn't quite done. "I think we need to get rid of this hanging part in back." She judged, getting right to work on that. "Yeah," Dawn agreed. Make it so that the back of her bra shows." "On it." The blonde girl started to squeal, and I looked in time to see her cum by the older woman's tongue. The man was repositioning himself for the next dirty act he had in mind, but Dawn got my attention back on her when she pulled the front of my top down far enough to see my pink lace bra with its thin straps and somewhat smallish cups. "Mmmm..." she commented. "Nice taste. Sexy little fuckin' thing..." "Is she ever," Carrie agreed, tossing a large piece of pink cotton down on the counter. "Just one more wardrobe adjustment, though," her friend thoughtfully determined. "Let's have the scissors." I was really loving this, being the total attention of these two women, who were obviously hot for me. I wouldn't even have needed the pot to make me feel that way, but there was no denying how it added to the buzz of the experience, the anticipation of what she was going to do next. Carrie handed her the scissors and, with an alluring wink for me, Dawn took the waistband of my capris in her fingers, bringing back those lovely goose pimples when her nails lightly raked my tummy in the process. She gently pulled up, tightening the crotch against my already excited pussy. I gasped aloud at the sensation as she began cutting again, removing the waistband as Carrie's hands slid around my front, rose up and held me just under my arms. Watching over my shoulder, she voiced in a low tone, "Oh fuck, yeah..." She took the scissors from Dawn to start on the back while I continued to let them do as they pleased, my cheeks starting to hurt from all my smiling as Dawn pressed close to come in for another kiss. I heard more groaning and squealing from the monitor, but I was completely enraptured with Dawn and wouldn't have distracted myself from her mouth and tongue just then for anything. Carrie's voice seemed to come all too quick, ending our make out session with me short of breath and pretty much totally seduced. "All done." I had to clear my head a little, especially when I saw how Dawn was in the same state. We both collected ourselves and looked down to see the finished product. They'd only cut away the thin waistband, but the stretchy, cotton/lycra edge still clung and kept the garment pulled right up and as tight as they had been. However, the undefined edge had rolled a little, creating a pair of low rise capris that were sexually stunning. We all giggled a little at the sight of them and how it really did complete my overall wardrobe adjustment. A wail from the monitor attracted my attention to how the blonde girl was just then watching the man's fat penis fill her opening. Understandably, she seemed quite taken aback by this, especially when the brunette woman straddled her face and bent to start licking her clit and the man's cock. That was pretty hot, but Carrie's hands encircling my waist from behind again was sufficient distraction. As if this were some cue, a grinning Dawn pulled down on what was left of my top again, taking a brief glance before bending over slightly to kiss my cleavage. "Ohhhhh..." I moaned in a high, quiet tone. Her tongue snaked out and began licking up and down between them as I instinctively arched my back for her. "She likes that," Carrie observed in my ear as she watched over my shoulder. "Let's see what else she likes," Dawn suggested, moving her hands to the scene. The next thing I knew, she was pulling the cups of my bra down until my nipples poked out. She sighed with wanton desire as she kept pulling until my boobs fell right out. She shot me the briefest, horny glance before grabbing them in her fingers to begin kneading them in a way that brought a long, low moan from my lips. I had become so turned on I could barely stand it. As I watched this amazing, delectable treatment of my buds, Carrie was holding me fast, grinding up against my ass, squeezing my sides with her hands and suddenly kissing the back and side of my neck. After a few moments of this, Carrie giggled from behind and said, "Oh my fuck, look out the window. Look at Vanessa." Reluctantly, Dawn and I took our attention from each other to look, seeing my mother bent over with her head under the hood of her own car. With her forearms down by the engine, feet spread to a little over a foot apart, she appeared to be working on it, or at least had been, but now she was looking back at Gigi with a surprised smile as he slowly hiked her skirt in back. She voiced something as though in warning, a funny, humoured look of desperation in her features. Dawn moaned a little, Carrie's breath sighing out against my shoulder as the back of Mom's panties came into view. Above the solid white crotch, heavily weighted with her pussy lips, they were completely see through and they made her already perfect behind look spectacular. Gigi certainly seemed to think so, and so did Dick as he stood about ten feet away, staring with the same great admiration that his dark friend was. I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe some guy would actually do that to my own mother, couldn't believe that she didn't stop him, interview or not, and had actually smiled with tolerance for it. Maybe there was something she couldn't let go of under the hood? Maybe I'd misjudged her? Maybe I should have more closely examined a possible underlying reason for the stack of trash novels she'd gone through and stored in the room that used to be Dad's 'man cave'? Bent over the way she was, Dave, who was still leaning under the hood from the opposite fender, had a great view down her blouse and was certainly taking the opportunity to enjoy it. "Well, the interview seems to be going pretty well so far," Carrie discerned. With her dark chuckle, Dawn agreed, adding, "She's got a fuckin great ass." In an odd moment, I felt a sudden, strange excitement over what was happening out there. It was like that friendly competition with Kendra and Tiffany at the mall, but different. With them, it was a sort of dominance of attraction within the pack, but it was never personal. However, at Wheeling Auto Service, where I'd discovered a whole new and much more exciting dimension to the fun of attraction, I found myself vaguely enjoying the kind of attention she was getting. Was it because she was my mother? Was it because she was older and maybe knew stuff that I didn't? Or was it that the two of us, being so different due to age and body type, couldn't be compared any more than apples to oranges, thereby making it impossible to ever really compete with her the way I did with Kendra and Tiffany? No, there was no denying the powerful attraction to the scene beyond the window. It was as though we were watching it on screen, but this was way better than any porn could ever be because it was actually my mother, the person I knew so well (or at least thought I had) out there with her tush hanging out in relative public. Witnessing this had struck a chord deep inside me, pushing certain thoughts upward to crash through the ceiling of my known psyche to a place I never knew existed within myself. I wanted to see what would happen next, what they would do and if she would allow it. It was discovery of the most amazing and riveting kind. Dawn, not being her daughter, couldn't have had the same appreciation for the scene beyond that of Mom's terrific posterior so, once it became clear that the situation would be left the way it was, at least for the time being, she turned back to me. Again, she dipped her head, this time lightly kissing my right nipple, rubbing it with her lips. I let out a broken sigh as Carrie grabbed them from behind, holding them out for her friend, who soon began licking and sucking as Carrie's lips and tongue went back to work at my neck and shoulders. I felt exactly like the blonde girl on the monitor must have felt, mewling like she was in the unmatched pleasure of surrendered control, of allowing oneself to be used as others saw fit. The sensation was divinely renewed when Dawn switched to my other breast and started all over again. Mom, her smiling attention having returned to Dave and what was going on under the hood of her car, looked back again, her smile still intact, but overshadowed with what I at first thought was concern when she looked through the window at us. Then I understood that, with the severely diminished daylight coming through the window in the man door, the only other light in the office/waiting area would have been coming from the computer. She was probably seeing nothing but a lot of reflection from the bright overhead fluorescents out there, (I hoped) and the expression on her face was as much one of curiosity as it was concern. Next thing I knew, Dawn was finished with my boobs, and with a wild, wanton look at me, sank down to squat on her haunches, wasting no time in the removal of my only freshly 'adjusted' belt. My capris had rolled further down, allowing a view of the narrow waistband of my little thong, sitting almost at the top of my hips and dipping down in front, beneath my capris to the small piece of black satin that covered my pussy. Desire written clearly in her dark features, she took the rolled top of my leggings in her fingers and began pulling down, down until the front of my thong was completely exposed. When Carrie grabbed my nipples and playfully tweaked them, my whole body jerked, pelvis sticking out as though begging for Dawn's attention. With my capris pulled down almost to my knees, her hands caressing up to the backs of my thighs, I watched her face move forward as though it were a dream. Her tongue, a rather long one as I noted at the time, snaked out from between her luscious lips and touched the silk barrier that protected my sex, slowly licking all the way to the top of the smooth triangle, looking up at me with smiling eyes the whole time. "Aaa-aaahhh!" I breathlessly gasped, my pelvis twitching and bucking slightly "Yeeeaaahhh," Carrie breathed, "Lick that fuckin little cunt..." She did it again... and again as I could only softly wail in a high tone to this exquisite treatment of my teenage body. She kept doing it, that abnormally, sensationally long tongue whipping my every nerve up to a frenzy while I could only experience it, the apprehension and second guessing I'd felt when I first met these two women now completely wiped away. The thought of stopping Carrie from helping me to a seat on the counter never crossed my mind, this act and the sight of my capris being pulled to my ankles being like a dream where propriety and thoughts of self-imposed decency were irrelevant and non-existent. She then grabbed a desk chair, placed it in front of me and they both helped my feet up to rest on the seat and spread my knees wide. And I let them because, at this point, they were allowed to do anything they wanted with me. Anything, Carrie watched with great, perverted interest as Dawn took the top of that little triangle and pulled it down to expose my now soaked, hairless pussy. They both looked at each other with those hungry smiles again, then at me. Dawn stuck her tongue out and lewdly waved it at me while beginning to pull my thong down my thighs, to my knees, and finally to my ankles where, along with my capris, they kept me hobbled. Of course, I knew what was coming and I only looked at them, moaning, wordlessly and shamelessly begging for it. And I got it. Dawn went down, moving to a position between my spread knees, and her tongue appeared again, licking me up as it did before, except this time without my thong in its way. I jumped at the contact, wailing a little as she sloppily lapped at me before retracting her tongue to taste me more completely for a couple seconds with her eyes closed. When her tongue came at me again, it kept licking, bathing my swollen lips, lashing my hardened clit and teasing my opening as I could only make funny, high pitched sounds while jerking in extreme pleasure. Carrie laughed softly just before grabbing my boobs, licking my right nipple, then nibbling at it almost to the point of pain while her friend worked me over from below. I jerked around on that countertop like I was overdosing, emitting soft squeals and yips while they used me as they pleased. And this, I think, was the aspect of it that I loved so much. I'd had sex before, several times with my boyfriend including oral on both our parts, and I did enjoy it in the sense that I received physical pleasure from the acts themselves, but it was nothing like this. You see, Drake satisfied himself with me in the same way he could have satisfied himself with his hand, except his hand wasn't as good and quite impossible to run around bragging about. I was popular and that added to it for him, but I knew he was only satisfying himself. He wasn't really there anymore than he would have been with his hand. Dawn and Carrie, however, (especially Dawn) weren't just eating me to fill their stomachs until they were hungry again, rather tasting me, savouring me, completely devouring me in a sense that made me feel so desired and lusted after. How they used me was totally different, and I totally loved it! Dawn's tongue began worming its way up inside my pussy, her hands holding me close by my tush. I jerked around, groaning and yelping, eyes rolling as Carrie switched to my other nipple, sucking delightfully as I started to feel one hell of an orgasm coming on. And that tongue, that amazing probe from Dawn's mouth began squirming around up inside me. Her lips were fastened to mine, drinking me as she began humming, the vibration tickling my sex and causing that orgasm I knew I'd never hold back even if I'd wanted to. I squealed louder, Carrie's hand covering my mouth just before I started crying into it. My body convulsed as though I was having an epileptic seizure, but Dawn just kept sucking to the point of pleasure overload. Head thrashing back and forth, Carrie was now trying to hold me down with her other hand on my shoulder as Dawn relentlessly sucked my juice, humming needfully as though it was the waters of life. I'd never cum so hard, so long. I never even knew such an orgasm could even be possible. When it was over, Carrie let go of me and Dawn disengaged from my pussy. The brunette beauty's face was suddenly a few inches from mine and she was speaking to me with a very serious expression, but my vision was blurry and my ears felt like they were stuffed with cotton. I was faintly surprised to feel tears on my cheeks as she took my chin in her hand to repeat herself in that dark, sultry voice. "You got a boyfriend, sugar?" I managed to loll my head in a nod. "Get rid of him; you belong to me now. If he has a problem with that, I'll get rid of him." As Carrie grinned at this, I managed another nod. "You live with your mother?" Dawn asked. "Y-uuh..." "Not anymore. You're moving in with me. You're gonna be my little green eyed pussycat." My reply was to raise a trembling hand to the back of her neck, supporting myself with the other, leaning forward as I pulled her close for a deep kiss. "Welcome to the family," Carrie said from a million miles away. And that was how I became bisexual. To elaborate, while I did have an interest in men after that, I didn't really lust after them in a personal sense like I lusted after Dawn. Drake was only the best example of why I felt the way I did about her, and while I'd never looked at a woman with a sexual or romantic thought in my life, she was different. The way she looked at me, the way she treated me and felt about me was the ultimate extension of how I got off when men leered at me. Had she been a man, I'd have felt the same way about her. I suppose the only way to explain this is that my feelings for Dawn makes her body all I'll ever need, but that doesn't mean a cock isn't still fun to play with. You see, for me, there's just this certain something about Dawn. I felt it when I first saw her, her dark beauty and the way she made me feel like the most desirable thing in the world. It was more intoxicating than the pot and made her sudden ownership of me not just acceptable, but so right and warm, comforting and safe. I think I fell for her the moment she proclaimed it. After our kiss, she again looked me in the eye and we shared a little moment, like we were silently communicating all these things before she excused herself with a little smile to go, "powder her nose". I was still effectively blown away, not even trying to put my clothes back to rights until Carrie started doing it for me with a faintly proud smile. "I shouldn't be surprised," she said. "Huh?" I asked, still trying to gather my wits. With a chuckle, she explained, "When she first saw you... well, Dawn's a pretty intense chick at times, not given to infatuation or love at first sight, but she sure took notice when you got out of that car." Full Service "Really?" "To put it lightly. But, uhh... Look, I've known her a long time," she told me, pushing my boobs back into my bra, "and I'm here to guarantee you that she'll always treat you like gold. I can see how you feel about her too, but you'd better make it good and clear to your boy- ex-boyfriend- that it's over. She wasn't kidding about her getting rid of him if he gives you a problem. I don't mean to scare you or anything because she'd never, ever hurt you in any way, but she's what you might call... an enforcer." "What do you mean?" "I mean," she further explained, grabbing my thong and pulling it up my legs as I closed them for her, "that if somebody's being a pain in the ass, she's one of the people who may be sent to pay them a visit." "Ohhh," I solemnly said, nodding as I started to get not only what she was saying, but a lot of things about the people I'd met at Wheeling Auto Service. "Again, I don't want to worry you," she assured as I lifted my tush so she could pull my thong the rest of the way up, "and it's really not my place to say too much about this stuff, but make sure your ex-boyfriend gets the message loud and clear from you. She may share you from time to time, mostly with women, but if anyone, especially a man, ever lays a hand on you in the wrong way without her permission and she finds out about it, it'll be the last fuckin thing he ever uses that hand for." I nodded again as she started pulling my capris up. Mostly recovered from the best orgasm of my life, my eyes were now wide with the incredible information that had just been imparted and all that it implied. It only made me feel more important, more valued and special to my new and very sudden lover. I stood, processing it all as she pulled them up to my hips. "We're a big, happy, lucrative family," she summed up, adding, "We take care of each other and we're not to be fucked with." "Um, does Mom know about...?" I trailed off. "No. I mean, I'm sure she has her suspicions because, while nobody's actually come out and said anything to her like I just did to you, neither is anybody really trying to hide anything from her, and it's not like she's stupid. If she was, Dave wouldn't want her as his receptionist." At the moment, my mother was standing by her car, speaking to both Gigi and Dick with a big smile and some colour in her cheeks. Wiping her hands on a rag, one couldn't help but notice how she hadn't bothered to pull the back of her skirt down again. I briefly wondered how she'd feel about my moving out to go live with my new lesbian lover. "Oh my fuck," Carrie chuckled. I looked to see her regarding my midsection. Looking myself, I found the rolled top of my capris had rolled down even further. They were now low enough to show the very top of my thong. "Oh..." I commented, giggling afterward. She tried to roll them up again, but the stubborn material only rolled back down the second she let it go. "Sorry," she offered with a smile that clearly said she really wasn't. "I guess we ruined your leggings." "Dawn will love it, though," I noted, getting horny again at the thought of that. "No question," she agreed with a devilish grin. "Let's go on out and show the guys." "But, shouldn't we wait for Dawn?" I asked. "Nah, we'll meet her out there." "But- but what about my mom?" I fretted, looking down at myself again. "I don't think she's in any position to judge, Darin." Looking out the window, I saw she was right. Being turned towards us at that point, I could see how the front of her skirt had risen some distance with the back, but Gigi was hiking it further while she watched with that excited/desperate smile. Dick was wiping his hands with a hungry leer as he watched the front of Mom's panties come into view, though the front panel, unlike the back, consisted of a solid white material like the crotch. Dave, also wiping his hands, was coming around the front of the car, saying something with a grin that matched that of the other two men. Mom looked back at him and laughed, colour in her cheeks now as she glanced at the window I knew she could no longer see through. Her expression was again one of concern, but of a different kind and mixed with that excited, tolerant smile. Anyone could tell she was enjoying the attention in spite of her sensibilities and I couldn't blame her one little bit. "Come on, let's show them your new look," she urged, taking my hand and leading me to the door. We walked out to the floor at the same time Dawn was approaching from the back of the shop. She gave me a warm and hungry smile that spoke of the same excitement over me that I was feeling about her. But it was Mom's expression that really held my attention. Looking me up and down, her jaw had sagged a little once again, her eyes conveying something I couldn't quite identify. With no circumstantially appropriate greeting, I could only smile nervously and stupidly say, "Hi, Mom." She shook her head slightly, looking me up and down again and, when she replied, I could then identify the expression in her eyes. It was regret, though still with the slightest smile of tolerance, this time for me instead of the actions of the three men standing around her. "Couldn't just get out at the mall, could you? Always so damned impossible." Despite that hint at tolerance, I looked down, a little embarrassed that she'd treated me like a kid in front of everyone, but also put in my place insofar as I really hadn't known what all I'd be getting myself into when I pulled that little stunt at The Pen Centre. Luckily, Dawn saved the situation as she stepped to my side, Carrie already at my left. "Well, I'm sure glad she didn't," the sexy brunette reported with a smile. With that, she put her hand on the side of my neck and kissed my mouth, a deep passionate kiss that ended in a little "smack". I giggled almost deliriously, this being the effect she had on me, before looking at Mom again. She was stunned, despite what she'd seen through the plate glass earlier. The guys liked it, but there was also a sense of loss on their faces, especially Dave's. "Darin..." Mom managed, "I didn't know you liked..." Somewhat uncomfortably, I replied, "Well... neither did I." "Don't worry," Dawn assured while openly checking out Mom's bust line, "I'll take very good care of your daughter." Then checking out her southern regions, she added, "You've got a fabulous body, Vanessa." Carrie had now stepped forward, adding, "Nice taste in clothes, too." "Thank you," Mom said to both women, smiling with fresh colour rising in her cheeks, probably over Dawn's suggestive compliment, but maybe also with worry concerning her skirt being hiked to her waist in front of Dick with his wife right there. She needn't have worried about that. Without any preamble, Carrie began unbuttoning Mom's blouse from the top while Mom could only stare down at what the blonde's hands were up to with an aghast smile, no longer so concerned about me. Meanwhile, I was still horny and this was turning me on all the more. I moved forward to join the group as Carrie was spreading Mom's opened blouse under and around what definitely was not a granny bra. It was crisp white lace and the cups were a bit low for what they were packing, so much so that about a quarter inch of large areola were peeking out above them. The thin shoulder straps connected to them from almost under her arms. The strap that ran across her back was see through and, most incredibly, the cups were translucent enough so that we could all make out the portion of her large, dark areolas that was behind them and their erected nipples fairly easily. Needless to say, everyone was ogling her fantastic goods. Looking at me, Dawn suggested, "Take off your shirt and bra so the guys can see your nice tits." "Fuck, you like to stick it in our faces, don't you, Dawn?" Dick complained good naturedly. "Yup," she grinned. My heart again hammering in my chest, I briefly hesitated while Mom and I looked each other in the eye for an odd moment, but then obediently removed what was left of my top by slowly tearing it open. The guys practically drooled, chuckling their approval as the tattered remnant fell to the floor. Then, with a naughty little giggle that belied my forbidden enjoyment of this show, I reached behind my back, popping my bra's clasp. A few seconds later I stood before the group completely topless, my boobs totally exposed for everyone to see. I made no attempt to cover them with my arms or anything as the guys whistled and cheered their approval of them. My nipples were so hard they almost ached. So were Dawn's. I could see them straining against her top as she beamed her approval at me. After only a second's thought, I reached out and hooked my finger in the top of her halter, dragging it down a little, slowly enough so that she could have stopped me. But she didn't and a moment later there was more whistling and cheering when her top only covered her firm belly. She regarded me with adoration as I smilingly inspected her perky, large Cs. A few seconds later, our boobs were pressed together as we shared another passionate kiss. I'd fallen in love and the speed and intensity of this event was dizzying. We finished in time to watch Dick removing Carrie's top. She wasn't wearing a bra and he began tweaking her already hard nipples while she giggled like I might. Her hand lowered the zipper of his coveralls all the way and disappeared inside them. He jerked a little, the sudden movement implying what she'd found down there, and I wondered if he was even wearing anything beneath the one piece work garment. Mom was lost at this point. Anyone could tell she was turned on, but I don't think her long, past life of decency allowed her any knowledge of how to act in this situation, or what to do next. Her eyes kept glancing at me and Dawn, our naked chests with a sort of disbelief, then at Carrie's activities in Dick's coveralls until I decided to help her along. This was her interview, after all. With a tone that suggested she should have thought of this herself, I said, "Mom, get your tits out." Her eyes were currently watching the bulging activities of Carrie's hand in Dick's coveralls, but whipped to me with surprise and low key shock that I'd be the one to help expose her to the group. Her mouth opened as though to say something, but she hesitated, obviously at a loss for words while a nervous smile began to take over. Her eyes then darted around the group, gauging the reaction of the others as Dave added his opinion. "Yeah, let's see Mommy's tits." He was rubbing himself through his jeans and it wasn't hard to see, even with his pants on, that the guy was really hung. Mom swallowed some of her reservations, tossed her hair with a resigned smile and nervously decided, "When in Rome, I guess." Everybody encouragingly agreed, watching while Mom looked down at her chest as she pulled the cups of her sexy bra towards the floor, slowly working them down as she shook her chest and wiggled her big tits free. They hung out incredibly and she looked at them along with everyone else as they cheered and whistled even louder. When she looked up, she was flushed again, but I could see some pride there too. And why shouldn't she be proud? She had a great set, the biggest in the garage. She actually even arched her back a little as she looked around at us, allowing herself to appreciate the group's very positive reaction. Dave moved behind her, reached over her shoulders and grabbed her nipples between thumb and forefinger, lifting her boobs by them to our further approval. Her reaction was to gasp with an electrified jump, then laugh a bit giddily as she flushed even deeper. Then, still with a wide smile, she groaned in obvious pleasure when he rolled and kneaded them. Her back arched even further as she watched his hands work on her. He let go of them, allowing them fall to her chest, then picked them up again, making her arch her back even further, groaning again as he fondled her. Her eyes briefly flitted to me, again trying to gauge my reaction. Dave let go of her nipples once more, but this time Gigi took advantage, grabbing the left one and bending slightly, sticking his tongue out and circling her nipple with it. She made a short sound of sudden pleasure at this and I wondered if she even noticed Dave lowering the zipper at the back of her skirt. As Gigi suddenly took the whole nipple in his mouth, that sound of pleasure repeated, but a little louder and longer. Dave was pulling her skirt back down, then over her hips and to the floor. I found myself even more turned on, having to remind myself that this was actually happening, was real, that I was actually watching my own mother allow two men to play with her body in front of other people, right in front of me. I just loved the shell-shocked expression on her face, but it got even better. With a slutty smile for Mom, Carrie let go of her husband, stepped up to her and grabbed her other boob to start licking and sucking beside Gigi. "Uhhh-hh! Ohh, my... gaaawd...!" Mom shakily gasped in clear enjoyment, even while looking down at Carrie in disbelief as she held her back arched for them. She flinched again when Dave's big hand started exploring her tush, caressing from cheek to cheek, dropping to cup the bottoms of each one before giving them a nice, appreciative squeeze. My mother stuck out her ass for him, probably more out of natural reaction than deliberately, and looked back and over her shoulder to watch this as well. He hooked a finger in the crotch of her panties and pulled up, bunching it between her cheeks and making the transparent back of her underwear look almost like a thong as it tightened against her pussy. She let out another sound of pleasure, a short, high note at low volume as her ass stuck out even farther. Carrie let go of her nipple, but she wasn't done. While her husband took over for her, she grabbed Mom by the hair at the back of her head and started forcefully kissing her mouth. Mom was again surprised, but now completely beyond any resistance, if she'd ever really had any to begin with. In seconds, she was making out with the blonde while the men had their way with her tits and ass. Unable to help myself, I teased, "Geez, Mom, I didn't know you liked women." I sniggered with everyone else, but Mum wasn't really able to offer any comment at the time. A minute later, when Dawn's hand touched my abdomen, I started a little, snapping out of an almost trancelike state that watching my own mother engage in group sex had put over me. I looked at her and smiled as it slid down inside the front of my capris, inhaling sharply as she grabbed my soaked pussy. "Oh, Dawn..." I softly mewled, gazing into her beautiful, dark eyes before looking down at her perfect boobs. I took one in hand, gently massaging it to her obvious delight before lightly tweaking her nipple. Without much thought, I bent, took it into my mouth and sucked at it, working it with my tongue, my other hand slowly finding the small of her back as my eyes closed to this new pleasure. I switched to the other one after about ten seconds, a little of my saliva running down her breast to darken her halter top as I played at the fresh nipple with my tongue, bathing that in running saliva as well. "Oooh yeah, sugar," she breathed, "make it nice and fuckin sloppy for me." I did, allowing even more saliva to run down this breast as I alternately licked and sucked like I thought a good little lesbian girl should. Almost of its own mind, my hand found its way between her legs. She expelled a deep, husky sigh as I squeezed her through her jeans and, when I looked up, her eyes were closed, head thrown slightly back, lower lip trembling just a little bit to the new attention I was paying to her dark and inviting body. Her reaction spurred me on to pulling undone the buttons at the front of her tight jeans to uncover the front of her black lace panties. "Ooohh, Dawn, I love you," I whispered in her ear as my hand slipped inside her open jeans, rubbing her through her panties for a few seconds before going boldly down inside those as well. My fingers passed over what felt like a small patch of pubic hair before reaching a smooth shaven and wet vagina. Her body twitched, I think not just to my hand as it explored her womanhood, but to the sincere declaration of my feelings towards her. Later on, I would ponder this, how fast I fell for this woman, about all that I'd heard concerning 'love at first sight', but never paid much mind until then. She would tell me that it was the same for her and we still talk about its beauty and power, both then and now. And there we were, both in our own little world, moaning and rubbing each other's wet mounds while making out until I was distracted by... "Ohhh, my pussy...!" Full Service Center Through the steamy clouds you emerged and stood outside the stall with beads of water dripping from your corpulent frame. Looking at me you gave a barely perceivable nod to your head that beckons me forward. I walked towards you naked with a large pile of warm thick towels in my hand. I then began to meticulously dry you. Gently patting your hair to get the excess water removed I turn my attention next to your shoulder blades. Each arm also is dried with loving care and efficiency. I slipped the towel between your full heavy buttocks and get each drop of moisture. My hands quivered as I caressed your full figured body with the towel. After drying your magnificent thighs you moved to the bench by the wall and sat on the warmed towel that I placed there. You settled on the bench and spread your thighs widely so I could finish the drying process. Gingerly I dried your face as you gazed at me with your sparkling emerald eyes and murmured how well you were enjoying the attention. My heart beat a little faster as I continued drying your breast and watched as each nipple hardened under my gentle handiwork. Kneeling before your pussy I paused to look. You opened your thighs even further, a playful tease. I wanted to plunge my face directly into your inviting cunt, but controlling myself I returned to the task at hand drying the rounded wonderfulness of your belly. This was done slowly I wanted to savor every moment of this devotion. I felt the roundness under the thick towel and became more enthralled with your erotic charms. Yet the temple of your pussy calls for my attention. I dried each thigh and worked down each leg stroking each heavy calf in turn. I focused on each toe individually and you rewarded me with a rubbing of my awakening penis. I had to stop, such was the pleasure, as you tickled by balls with your right foot and used your left sole to slowly excite my dick. It was torture because there was so much more to do. You giggled and ordered me to dry your exposed pussy. Without delay I complied drying your beautiful Mon and dark pubic hair. I smelt your sex and it was having the effect of enslaving me more to my BBW Goddess. I only wished to serve you well and please as best I can. “I think that’s enough for now.” You announced and this ended the first part of tonight’s session. Rising to your feet you tug on my erect penis and lead me to the next room holding my tight scrotum in your hand. You lead me down the corridor to our next destination. In contrast to the white tile of the bathroom this room is a hall of mirrors. They line the walls and are on the ceiling. All the lighting is indirect; so despite the reflecting surfaces the glare is at a minimum. I wait quietly at your side as you take a comb off the table and begin to comb your still wet hair. Finishing that you climb upon the masseuse table positioned in the center of the room and lie on your belly. “You can start now!” you command. I surveyed your regal form as I pour the unguent into the palm of my hand. Slowly applying the thick heavy scented oil I worked a generous amount in the space between your shoulder blades. At first the motion is slow as the heat of my hands and your skin warms the oil. You bend your neck so I can massage it better and soon your daily tension is released. Working down your right arm I deeply rub the deltoid enjoying the feel of your heavy flesh. As I continued my tactile worship you gazed at the mirrored wall and can see my cock is rigid and throbbing. Your eyes surveyed my body…thin,..6 foot 2 inches…my uncircumcised erection waving in the air awaits the opportunity to complete the ritual of total worship. My hands tremble as I continue the work. I also watch. The mirrors afford me a splendid chance to feast my eyes on your wonderfully plump body. You are so delicious. I marvel at your wide hips as I applied more oil to their broad expanse. I do not neglect any part of your skin as I skillfully massage the fat, heavy buttocks. “Ohhh!” you gasped as I move a well-lubricated finger into your ass and very gently rotate it. The tension continued to melt away and you become even more relaxed. The odor of your cunt begins to invade my nostrils as tiny drops of your pussy’s juices drip down your inner thigh. “That’s wonderful James” you purred. “Simply wonderful.” “Anything to please you, my Goddess.” I replied as I work on the other buttock. I’m not sure when it first happened to me, but I get the greatest sexual kick by the simple task of massaging a BBW’s body. That part of foreplay is incredibly stimulating to me. And I know it is because I have a real innate talent for this type of thing. Not to mention the feedback I gotten over the years. It is, to me, a real labor of love. You shifted your body to get more comfortable and spread your legs further apart. While working on your thighs I have an almost unobstructed view of your labia. You continue to watch me to see how I react to your purposeful move. I linger longer on your thighs and let my hands adore your skin making it glisten as I pour more of the perfumed oil on to your body. I’m breathing deeper now as I shifted to the other thigh. Back and forth the pressure is applied. Soon I begin to visit your heavy calves and devote much time to them. I kiss the inside of your right foot on the insole and you giggle musically. This was after all my goal to distract your from the world for a time where your are the queen of your realm and all your needs and desires are met as quickly and as thoroughly as possible. “Hey lover how’s it going?” you asked. The toes of your feet caress my tight ballsack and I must stop and lean on the able as you continue my reward with your foot play. “Oohh God! Mona that’s so good…so goood!” I watch in the mirror as you rub my erection with the full length of your foot. I know if you go on I will erupt. Sensing my imminent orgasm you stop. “I think you need to finish the massage.” “Surely!” I reply and continue the work at hand. I kiss your other foot after it’s massage and suck the toes causing a shower of giggles from you. “Why don’t you work on the front now?” You suggested with a sly grin. Rolling onto your back you spread your legs wide. Pussy juice has leaked on your thigh and the spot shines like a lustful beacon. The oil is poured into the valley that lies between your breast. Rivulets raced in many directions. I watched fascinated as I tip the vial and more of the perfumed unguent splashes on your body .It oozed over your arms, belly, thighs and pubes. I sprawl on top of you and use myself as an applicator spreading the lotion over and around you till we are shiny and glistening. Finding my mouth close to yours I licked your pouting lips and probe your mouth with my tongue. The velveteen smoothness of our tongues glided over one another and waltzed in a perfect rhythm. A constant rubbing of our bodies causes our nipples to harden heightening the erotic tension. You grasp my shoulders and push me down towards your waiting pussy. Lifting your legs you lie them across my shoulders and say, “Eat me now!” After kissing your inner thighs I nuzzle your oil drenched Mon. Then I insert my tongue between your labia and move until I arrived at your swollen clit. Pushed out of it’s protective hood the pink pearl of your lust demands oral worship. At once I begin. You arched your back and moaned as I use all my powers of oral erotic persuasion to drive you to your fulfillment. Breathing becomes more erratic as you soared towards your orgasmic end. “Ughhh….OHHH!” You screamed as the orgasm racked through your psyche. Then just as abruptly you pushed me away from the center of your pleasure unable to take any further stimulation. I rested my head upon your rounded belly and rubbed my cheek gently in a circular motion. Rotating my body, my erection now lies near your left shoulder. As you relax from the orgasm your fingers play with my pubic hair. First you run them through like a comb pulling gently through my nest. Then you tickled the area between my inner thigh and my scrotum. Finally you press my thigh back indicating that you want me to lie on my back. Straddling my face you lower your meaty buttocks down onto my nose and mouth. Then you rock you hips brushing my entire face with your oiled pussy and your dripping sex juices. Grasping my erection you squeezed hard and pre cum dribbled out of my reddened glans. With your free hand you pulled my ballsack as you continue to jack me off. I’m in heaven my BBW Goddess has my manhood firmly in her control while she smothers me with her dripping cunt. I can hardly breathe but I don’t care. I feel my approaching climax. “Yes! That’s it my pet you can have some pleasure now.” You watch with some fascination as the speed of your hand increased it’s motion and the engorgement of my cock causes the veins to stand out. The spasm hits my groin as I push my pelvis into the air. You bear down harder on my face smothering my nose and mouth with your oily cum sodden cunt. I licked you as best I can trying to concentrate on your pleasure while writhing with my own. White sperm globs shoot and land on my abdomen and your inner thighs. I’m ecstatic my deepest fantasy has just cum true. That’s when my ministrations to your cunt-temple cause the second orgasm to rip through you. You lay gasping after the climax. Your body is still on top of me with your face inches from my erect, but spent dick. I’m able to breathe now since you shifted to this position and I await your next request. You hold my prick and place it in your mouth. Leisurely licking the glans clean and feeling my cock soften as you suck. “Clean my pussy with your tongue my pet.” You commanded. Then you continued the languid oral play. I carefully and softly do as you desire. Pleasant moans tell me that you are pleased with my work. This session has come to an end. What will you wish for our next encounter?