The garage smelled like motor oil and rubber when she walked in. Jenna had come to pick up her car after hours, but the mechanic, Rick, was still there, wiping his hands on a rag. He was tall, broad, with grease under his nails and a look that said he didn’t waste time on small talk.
“You’re late,” he said, voice low and rough. “Everyone else left.”
She shrugged, stepping closer to the workbench. “Traffic. You fixing it or what?”
Rick didn’t answer right away. He dropped the rag, eyes moving over her tight tank top and short shorts. “Car’s ready.
But you look like you need more than a tune-up.”
Jenna felt the heat hit her fast. She leaned against the hood of her car. “Then bang it out for me.”
He moved quick. Hands on her hips, he spun her around and bent her over the warm metal. Her shorts came down in one yank, panties with them. Cool air hit her bare ass and pussy. Rick’s fingers went straight between her legs, rubbing her slit rough and fast.
“Already wet,” he muttered. “Fucking slut for it.”
She moaned when two thick fingers shoved inside her. He pumped them hard, thumb grinding her clit. Jenna pushed back, spreading her legs wider. “Fuck me already. Don’t tease.”
Rick pulled his fingers out and slapped her ass once, hard enough to sting. She heard his belt, then his zipper. His cock slapped against her cheek—thick, hot, veins pulsing. He didn’t bother with more words. He lined up and drove in deep with one thrust.
Jenna gasped loud. Her pussy stretched around him, full and aching. Rick grabbed her hips and started pounding. The car rocked under them. Every thrust slapped his balls against her, wet sounds filling the garage. He fucked like he worked—fast, dirty, no mercy.
“Take that cock,” he growled. “Garage slut getting banged right where she belongs.”
She reached back, spreading her ass cheeks so he could go deeper. Rick took the hint, slamming harder. One hand reached under to pinch her nipple through her top. The other stayed on her hip, pulling her back onto him. Jenna’s moans turned to sharp cries. Her clit throbbed every time his hips hit her.
He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back on the hood. Legs up over his shoulders, he shoved back in. Now she could watch his cock disappear into her stretched pussy, shiny with her juice. Rick leaned down and spit on her clit, then rubbed it while he fucked.
“Rub that pussy while I bang you,” he ordered.
Jenna’s fingers worked fast, circling her swollen clit. The double pressure built fast. Her walls clenched around his thick shaft. Rick didn’t slow down. Sweat dripped from his forehead onto her stomach. The garage echoed with skin slapping skin and her filthy moans.
“Gonna come,” she warned.
“Do it. Come on my cock like the dirty garage girl you are.”
She came hard, pussy pulsing and squirting a little around him. Rick kept thrusting through it, dragging it out until her legs shook. Then he pulled out, stroked twice, and shot thick ropes across her stomach and tits. Some landed on her face. She licked it off her lips without thinking.
Rick wiped his cock on her thigh, then helped her sit up. “Car’s paid for. Come back when it needs another service.”
Jenna pulled her shorts up, cum still sticky on her skin. She smiled, raw and satisfied. “Count on it.”
