The garage smelled like oil and rubber when I walked in after closing. Five of the mechanics were still there, beers in hand, eyes on me the second the door shut. I was the only girl on the crew, the one who crawled under cars and got grease on her tits. Tonight they wanted more than that.
“Lock it,” Jake said, the biggest one, wiping his hands on a rag. I turned the deadbolt without thinking. My heart was already pounding.
They didn’t waste time. Hands grabbed me from behind, yanking my tank top up over my head. My tits bounced free and someone’s rough palm squeezed them hard. “Fuck, look at these,” one of them muttered. Another hand shoved down my shorts and panties in one go. I stepped out of them, already wet.
They pushed me onto the hood of the half-finished Mustang. Cold metal on my ass, legs spread wide. Jake stepped between them first, unzipping and pulling out a thick cock already hard.
“Open up, garage slut.” He shoved it straight into my mouth. I gagged but took it, spit running down my chin while he fucked my throat.
The others didn’t wait. One guy sucked my nipple, biting just enough to sting. Another spread my pussy lips and shoved two fingers inside, pumping fast. “She’s dripping,” he laughed. “Knew she wanted this.” A third cock slapped against my cheek, then pushed in beside Jake’s, stretching my mouth wide. I choked and moaned around both, eyes watering.
Jake pulled out and slammed into my cunt in one thrust. I cried out, the sound muffled by the dick still in my mouth. He fucked me rough on the hood, hips slapping, balls hitting my ass. The guy in my mouth came first, shooting thick cum down my throat. I swallowed what I could, the rest spilling over my lips.
They flipped me onto my stomach, bent over the car. Another cock rammed into my pussy from behind while a second pressed against my asshole. No lube, just spit and my own juices. It burned going in, but I pushed back, taking it all. They double-penetrated me hard, one in each hole, rocking the car on its jacks.
“Fuck yes, use that garage whore,” someone grunted. Hands held my hips, another pulled my hair. A third guy climbed onto the hood and fed his cock into my mouth again. I was full everywhere, stuffed and used, the garage echoing with wet slaps and my muffled moans.
They rotated. One after another fucked my pussy, my ass, my throat. Cum leaked down my thighs. Someone came on my back, hot ropes across my skin. Another pulled out and painted my face. I licked it off my lips, hungry for more.
They bent me over the workbench next, tools clattering. One guy lay underneath and I straddled his cock while another took my ass from behind. A third fed me his dick. My tits swung as they pounded me, the bench creaking. I came hard, pussy clenching, screaming around the cock in my mouth.
They kept going until every one of them had dumped a load in or on me. My holes were sore, stretched, cum dripping everywhere. Jake hauled me up by the hair and made me lick the last drops from his cock.
I stood there naked, covered in grease and jizz, breathing hard. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked, smirking.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and grinned. “Make it after hours again. And bring more beer.”
