"Secret Lewds: Gilda x Suri"
By JeffMango (https://pastebin.com/u/JeffMango)

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Created on: Sunday 1st of March 2020 10:37:03 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 10:44:27 PM UTC


>”Oh, man…”  Gilda said, lovingly running her hands over the smooth curves before her
>Suri rolled her eyes
>The two were in the workshop/garage in the back of Gilda’s shop
>The door was up, letting midday sun and summer humidity in
>Everything in here was covered in grease, grime, or ruse
>Suri stood off to one side, her arms over her chest, careful not to touch anything
“You’re going to actually get to work soon, right? Not just sit there molesting my baby?”
>”Hey, relax. I’m just getting warmed up.”
“Ugh. You should at least have gloves on, or something, ‘mkay? I don’t like seeing your greasy hands all over her.”
>”Then go hang out in the waiting room,” Gilda said, flashing Suri a positively infuriating grin
“Absolutely not. I’m going to be watching you *very* closely, ‘myeah?”
>”You are, huh?” Gilda said, her grin widening
“You know what I mean.”
>”Oh, I think I do…”
>Gilda stood bent low, and her filthy cargo pants sagged just enough to give Suri a brief glimpse of the small of her back, where her muscled figure became soft and delicate before it met the curve of her buttocks
>Gilda’s skin glistened with sweat, where it wasn’t smudged with mechanical grease
>Suri scowled, averting her eyes
>”Problem, miss?” Gilda said, trying not to laugh
“Just don’t you *dare* scratch her.”
>”Hey, no worries. I’ve got delicate hands.”
“Hmph.”
>”Don’t believe me? I could give you a little demonstration,” Gilda said
>Her face was serious now, but Suri could see the intuendo sparkling in the other woman’s golden eyes
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she spat
>”What do you think it means?”
“Don’t you—“ Suri started, then slapped her hand against her face. “Just get to work, ‘mkay? I have to be downtown for Prim Hemline’s expo by seven.”
>”I’ll have her done for ya. You can’t rush a good time.”
“I’m paying you to work. This isn’t supposed to be a good time.”
>”Hey, nobody’s saying you can’t enjoy it too.”
“Is that… I could report you for this, you know.”
>”This what?”
“All this flirty… whatever it is. It’s unprofessional, ‘mkay?”
>”Oh, sorry,” Gilda said, not sounding sorry at all. “Who you gonna tell, my boss? I own this place. Can do whatever I want, back here…”
“I’m pretty influential, y’know? I could ruin your name.”
>”Yeah, because *so* many Manehattan princess-types are comin’ out here.”
>Suri bit her lip; she didn’t know what to say to that
>The garage was sweltering, and in her jacket and blouse, she was starting to sweat furiously
>Worse than that, her head was beginning to spin, too, and her eyes just kept drifting to Gilda as she circled Suri’s car
“I can’t imagine why they avoid this place,” Suri said, her voice dripping with venom
>”Neither can I. I think the benefits are pretty obvious.”
>Gilda popped the hood and leaned over the engine, posed like a girl in a pinup
>Her muscled bulged in the dusty light, and her torn tanktop hung from her chest, reavealing full, sweaty breasts that—
>Suri looked away, though she could feel her cheeks burning
>A slow smile spread across Gilda’s face, giving Suri the impression of a wolf that’s spotted its prey
>”You okay there, miss?”
“I’m fine.”
>”You’re lookin’ a little toasty. Wanna get outta that jacket?”
“I’m fine just like this, ‘mkay? Get to work.”
>”Yes, miss~” Gilda said, her voice coy
>Suri shut her eyes
>The heat must be really getting to her
>Her heart was hammering in her chest, and her mind felt hazy and slippery
>Gilda pretended not to notice
>She straightened up, then crawled beneath Suri’s car, until only her lower half was sticking out from beneath the machine
>Her pants had sagged low enough to reveal the hem of her underwear and the chiseled, tempting lines of her muscled abdomen
>An electric feeling bubbled up in Suri’s chest and dropped down between her legs
“I’m… going to be in the bathroom,” Suri stammered, then ran out of the room
>She swore she could hear Gilda laughing behind her

>Suri locked the door behind her and sat down atop the toilet
>The place was filthy, but she had to get rid of this feeling before she did something stupid
>She hiked up her skirt and slipped her hand into her panties, fingers meeting her now-soaking gash
>A groan escaped her lips
>After just a few strokes, she could already feel the orgasm building
>She rubbed faster and faster, trying to keep her breathing as quiet as possible
“Aah… nnf… fuck… why is she so… goddamn hot…” Suri panted
>Images of Gilda whirled through her mind: the muscular woman bent over the car, her pants slipping down, her powerful, sweat-soaked body…
>And then Suri realized what she was doing, masturbating in a filthy public bathroom, like some kind of desperate whore
>Shame flooded her, mixing with the hot currents of lust that still lurked just below her skin
>She straightened up, smoothed out her skirt, and vigorously washed her hands
>There was no reason to act like that, she told herself
>She would simply tough this out

>As she stepped back into the garage, Suri tried to keep a straight face
>Gilda looked up from the car’s guts, her brow glistening with sweat
>She grinned, and Suri could tell that she saw right through her
>”Exciting trip, huh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
>”Your cheeks are a little pink.”
“It’s the heat, ‘kay?”
>Gilda went silent for a moment
>Suri allowed herself to hope that she had shut the other woman up for good, and that this whole awkward exchange was coming to an end
>But then Gilda straightened up, letting out an exaggerated sigh
>”It really is fucking hot, isn’t it?”
“Um… yeah?”
>”Drives me crazy. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I…”
>Gilda grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and over her head
>Suri tried to say something, but her voice caught in her throat
>Gilda’s breasts hung naked and glistening against her muscled chest, her dark nipples erect
>Suri’s mouth felt dry as sand
>But another part of her was growing quite wet
>Well, several parts were, actually
>Sweat was beading along her own body as arousal, heat, and embarrassment flooded through her
>Gilda’s mouth stretched in a toothy, predatory grin
“W…w-whatever. Just get back to… back to work…”
>Suri was fully aware she was staring
>Gilda raised her arms above her head and stretched, basking in Suri’s shameful gaze
>”Y’know, I’m gettin’ kinda thirsty.”
“Hmm,” was all Suri could manage
>”Could you hand me that bottle?”
>Suri handed her a plastic gatorade bottle
>Gilda took a deep, greedy pull from it, and beads of orange liquid spilled from around her mouth and dribbled down her chest
>”Ah. That’s better.”
“You are… *such* a mess, y’know that?”
>”Yeah? You wanna help clean me up?”
>Gilda gestured to the spilled juice running down her chest
“A-absolutely not!”
>”Yeah, you’re right. Don’t have any clean towels out here. You’d have to use something else,” she said with a wink
>Suri sputtered
>Gilda took another long drink, and this time Suri could tell that she was purposefully letting the drink spill onto her chest
>Suri glanced at Gilda’s breasts, then away, but her eyes slid back to them again
>”Eh?” Gilda said, giving her girls a small shake
>Suri glanced towards the open garage door
>”Who do you think’s gonna see ya? C’mon. You totally want it, yeah?”
“Hmph.”
>”Come and get it.”
>Suri stood up, shutting her eyes
“Just… don’t touch me with your gross hands.”
>”Sure, sure. Anything you say, princess.”
>The way Gilda spat the word out sent an unbidden tremor running through Suri’s thighs
>She practically fell towards Gilda, and gingerly lowered her mouth to the other woman’s chest
>Her tongue met hot, salty flesh, tinged with sweetness from the spilled gatorade
>She breathed in Gilda’s musk, and a wild, greedy feeling rolled through her body
>Suri’s tongue trailed to Gilda’s right breast, and she took Gilda’s nipple into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it
>Gilda grunted in pleasure
>”Shit. You actually know what you’re doing.”
>Suri opened her eyes just long enough to scowl
“What? You think I haven’t done this before?”
>”I dunno, you were acting all like a nervous virg—ow!”
>Suri bit Gilda’s nipple just hard enough for her to really feel it
>Gilda raised her right hand, and Suri flinched away
“I said no touching with the gross hands!”
>For a moment, Gilda looked furious
>Then the anger drained, replaced with that same smug, punchable smile
>”Fine, fine no problem. But I guess you’ll have to do all the work, then.”
>She clasped her hands behind her back
“You’re pretty presumptuous, ‘myeah?”
>”I call it like I see it. You wanna fuck.”
“Hmph.”
>”So…?”
>Suri groaned
“I… I need a place to put my clothes. This is a two-thousand-dollar outfit, and I’m *not* letting it touch your filthy floor.”
>”Keep ‘em in your car for all I care, princess. But hurry up.”
“Don’t rush me!”
>”Yeah, yeah.”
>Suri turned her back to Gilda and did her best to ignore the burning sensation of the other woman’s eyes on her back as she undressed
>Jacket, blouse, skirt, and eventually her bra and panties
>She slipped everything off and piled it in the passenger’s seat of her car, until all she had on were her shoes—no way she would step on the disgusting garage barefoot
>In spite of everything, being naked did feel *incredibly* refreshing, as the sweat began to dry from her skin
>”Well?”
>Suri turned
>Gilda whistled as she got a full view of Suri’s goods
>”God, Manehattan really builds ‘em well.”
“Oh, shut up.”
>Gilda chuckled
>”Wanna get right down to business, eh?”
“Just… let’s make this quick.”
>”My thoughts exactly,” Gilda said
>She unbuckled her pants and slid them down
>Beneath, she wore a pair of checkered boxers
>Suri sneered
“Cute.”
>”Thanks. You’ll like what’s underneath even better.”
>She yanked her underwear down as well, then slid her feet from her shoes and kicked the whole pile of clothes aside
>Buck-naked, she sat back against the hood of Suri’s Mercedes
“Hey! Get your sweaty ass off my baby!”
>”Relax. I’ll buff it, free of charge. Now get your face in my pussy.”
“You could *try* not to be so vulgar.”
>”I can see how wet you are, princess. I know you like it.”
“S-shut up…” Suri said
>Before she knew it, she was squatting before Gilda, careful to avoid touching the ground with her knees, and her face was between the woman’s warm, powerful thighs
>Musk and the tang of sweat overwhelmed her, and the glistening petals of Gilda’s cunt and the white tuft of her pubic hair were filling Suri’s vision
>She groaned, and gave into the primal, mewling parts of herself
>Gilda’s taste filled her mouth, making Suri groan
>Thigh-flesh clamped both sides of her face, holding her in place as her tongue darted expertly around the folds of Gilda’s sex
>”S-shit, you really do know what you’re… mmf… doing…”
>Gilda trembled
>”Shit, slow down, girl. You’re actually gonna…”
>Gilda’s hips bucked, pressing her pussy into Suri’s mouth and nearly toppling her over
>”…actually gonna make me cum, oh my GOD.”
>Against her promise, Gilda grabbed Suri by the hair and *shoved* her face against her clit
>Suri cried out in protest, but her voice was muffled by the tangy, salty juices that spilled into her mouth
>When Suri pulled away, Gilda’s hand trailed down her cheek, smudging her with grit
>She glared at Gilda, furious
“You said you wouldn’t get me dirty.”
>Gilda laughed, and Suri was somewhat surprised to see that the other woman actually looked a little guilty
>”Heh. Sorry. I just… you’re *really* damn good at that.”
>Suri scowled
>”Hey, look, I was just really into it. I got kinda carried away and—“
“Lay back.”
>”What?”
“Lay back.”
>Suri was almost surprised at the steel in her own voice
>Gilda obeyed, lying across the hood of Suri’s car
>Suri slipped her shoes off as she clambered up onto the car’s hood, then turned and pressed her rear end into Gilda’s face before the other woman could protest
“I think you owe me some payback.”
>Gilda struggled for a moment, but quickly acquiesced
>Her tongue pressed against Suri’s red-hot, desperate slit, and Suri shivered as the relief she so desperately needed back to flood through her
>She sat back, pressing all of her weight onto Gilda’s face and mashing the woman’s face between her buttocks
>Gilda wriggled in delight beneath her, her tongue going for every inch of Suri’s sex she could reach
>Her hands reached up to grasp Suri’s thighs
>Suri struggled against Gilda’s grip, but the other woman was so much stronger
>She held Suri in place, digging her fingers into Suri’s soft, supple flesh
>She ran her hands over Suri’s ass, then up her stomach, leaving big greasy marks
“S-stop…” Suri moaned. “You… fucking bitch…”
>Gilda just groaned, and Suri cried out as a spike of pleasure rolled through her
“Agh, stop… stop touching me…”
>Gilda didn’t stop
>She smeared filth over Suri’s lower body, as if she were marking her as her own
>Suri shut her eyes
>She hated this, it made her skin crawl
>But it felt *good* to be defiled, to feel like Gilda owned her
>She lifted her rump off of Gilda’s face, and this time threw herself atop the other woman
>”Being dirty isn’t so bad, eh princess?” Gilda mumbled
“Shut. Up. And. Fuck. Me. Okay?” Suri demanded
>Gilda did not have to be convinced
>Their bodies intertwined, legs finding legs, arms wrapping around each other
>Suri was kissing Gilda before she realized what was happening
>The taste of the other woman was heavy, sweet, and tantalizing
>Suri humped any part of Gilda’s anatomy that came close enough, and she could feel the rough sensation of the other woman’s hands exploring her smooth back, then toying with her breasts, then eventually moving down to cup her ass
>”Oh, yeah. This is mine.”
“Yeah.”
>”Hell yeah.”
”Then make it yours.”
>Gilda knew exactly what to do
>She wriggled out from under Suri, grasped Suri’s hands, and positioned the two of them in the center of the car’s hood
“Scissoring?”
>”The fuckin’ best.”
“Hmmm…”
>”Oh? We found something you’re not already a pro at?”
“Just make me cum already, you asshole.”
>”Oh, I am *on* it.”
>Gilda lifted Suri’s leg and kissed the bottom of her foot
>Suri rolled her eyes
“Weirdo.”
>Then Gilda pulled her close, and Suri’s desperate, hyper-sensitize cunt pressed up against Gilda’s hot, slippery petals
>The sensation as first was strange, almost frustrating in how little Suri fel
>But Gilda’s hips moved as if they had a mind of their own, and Suri’s own soon joined in, mashing their sopping wet lips together in a musky kiss of pure bliss
>Suri threw her head back and let out a low, throaty moan
>She would have fallen from the car if Gilda didn’t cling tightly to her, digging her fingers painfully into Suri’s flesh
>The pain was *good*
>The filthy, sweat, and nastiness of the place were *good*
>Suri felt like a disgusting, wretched creature, driven by base desire, and she loved every second of it
>She let herself submit to the filth within her, and she *came*
>Wet, spasming, hollering, it was the kind of orgasm she’d only seen in movies
>(Her normal finish involved a single shudder, a brief spike of pleasure, and then kicking her lover out to find a cab home; this was like something from a whole different universe)
>Even after Suri had finished, both her and Gilda kept going, slapping their bodies together until both were too tired to continue
>Suri was soaked in her own sweat, in Gilda’s, and in dribbling fluids
>”Well,” Gilda said, springing to her feet like nothing had happened. “Back to work.”
“H-hold on!”
>”What? You got off, I fuckin’ heard you.”
“Yeah, but…”
>”Don’t tell me you’re gonna get clingy.”
“Absolutely not! But you can’t just get me all dirty and then leave me dripping and naked on my own car.”
>”I, uh, kinda just did.”
“You made this mess, help me clean it up! Do you guys have a shower?”
>”A shower? What, does this look like the Ritz?”
>Suri glowered
>”There’s a hose out back. Should be nice and cold. You can clean off like that.”
“I’m not hosing myself off behind your garage.”
>Gilda shrugged
>”Kay. But that’s it. Now, I don’t mind working in the buff, so if you could just scoot.”
>Suri slid off her car’s hood, shuddering as her feet met the concrete
“You owe me another round, after this.”
>”If you say so, princess.”
“Only for me. And you should discount my repairs, too, ‘mkay?”
>”Yeah, yeah.”
“Good. Glad we got that settled.”
>Suri was about to storm off to shamefully hose down her body, but a strange impulsed stopped her
>She turned back and gave Gilda a quick kiss on the cheek
>”The hell was that—“
“Just fix it, okay?”
>”Right. Can do.”
>And Suri ran out, leaving the mechanic blushing and looking more than a little confused

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