Our van had developed burnt-out valves. It had to be towed in to be worked on, and on the way the idiot driving the truck ran over a pot-hole and bent one of the axles into a pretzel.
"Now, if it was just the valves," the mechanic told me, "we'd have you on your way in a day or so. But this axle… well, that's a different story entirely."
"Get to the point, mister," I snapped with exasperation, sensing I was being conned.
He stopped talking and looked at me as though I were an alien from another planet. Apparently garage mechanics aren't used to women talking back to them.
"Well?" I insisted.
He stopped looking at me like I was from outer space in favor of the kind of gaze one usually reserves for a fresh dog turd. "If you don't like it, lady," he bitingly chose his words, "find yourself another garage."
"But this is the only one in town," I protested.
"Then it looks like you'll just have to shut your trap and wait until we can get the parts for your car," he smirked with obvious pleasure.
"I see," I whispered.
"And the next time you start thinkin' you're so damn smart," he rubbed it in, "just remember one thing."
"Which is?"
"It's a man's world," he clucked triumphantly. "All this Women's Lib trash don't mean diddly-shit in real life. You'll know things have really changed when you run into a dame running a garage-and that'll happen about the same time hell freezes over and there's a lady Pope. Till that happens, just keep a zipper on your lip and do what you're fuckin' told."
I reeled under the impact of his brutal words. What bothered me the most was that there was no rational way to argue with him. He did hold all the cards.
What was worse, he'd started me thinking about the state of my life. What a fool I'd been to think that my daughter and I were free of the male influence.
I had to face it. Susan and I may not have had a man in the immediate family for over two years, but we were just as tied to the masculine will as we'd been when Ernie was supporting us.
We could run to the ends of the earth and the problem would still be there. When you're born without a dick between your legs, second best is automatically what you have to settle for.
In a very real way, this grimy garage mechanic was the king, and I was the slave. If I wanted my car repaired, I had to please him.
"Maybe there's something I could to hurry things up," I said.
"Hah!" he snorted contemptuously. "I've been a mechanic for twenty years. If there was one thing some broad could tell me about cars that I didn't know, I'd eat my wrenches."
"I'd never be so presumptuous," I replied as sincerely as I could. "I just meant… well, there are certain ways a woman can motivate a man."
"Such as?" he eyed me suspiciously.
"Oh," I obviously flirted, "a little favor here and there. You know, if I scratch your back, you'll scratch mine."
"Stop beatin' around the bush, lady," he snapped. "I'm a busy man. What're you gettin' at?"
"I'll let you decide," I cooed, provocatively undoing the top two buttons of my blouse.
By now even a guy this dumb could see what I was getting at. I wasn't wearing a bra, and he could see my bare tits by looking down the open flap of my blouse.
For the first time his dirty face lost its angry cast. Even though he was a man nearly as hard-bitten and tough as Duke Slaughter, the mechanic began to resemble a confused boy.
His response was my cue to unbutton the remainder of my blouse. Before his bulging eyes, my breasts bobbed completely into view. Through sheer willpower I had made the nipples as erect as miniature spikes.
"Want to fuck me? You can take me right here in the garage if you want to."
My hopes soared as he responded with incoherent stammering. Down below, the crotch of his filthy coveralls abruptly became taut with genital swelling.
"I'll bet you've got a big cock," I remarked on the obvious. "With my tight, wet pussy I could give you a fuck you'd never forget."
"I… I can get all the gash I want," he stammered, but he wasn't at all convincing. I was counting on the probability that his sex-life consisted of routinely plugging a beaten-down wife at home whose twat had dried up and grown flabby from having too many kids.
"You may have screwed a lot of women, but you've never fucked a pussy like mine. And if you turn me down, you'll always wonder."
He was back to stuttering again.
"Want to inspect the merchandise?" I poured it on. "I'll show you my cunt if you want me to."
Then, after a telling pause, I played the ace up my sleeve.
"But you have to beg me."
When he hesitated, I reached forward and stroked the throbbing bulge in his pants. Upon the initial touch it was easy to tell that his cock was as hard as a rock. If this guy didn't go ahead and agree to fuck me, his nuts would be sore for a week.
"Come on," I crooned, expertly rubbing his swollen crotch. "Tell me how much you want to see my pussy.
He was a tough one, though. I'd have to take his prick out of his pants to prove once and for all that I meant business.
It was a big one, and slick with funky masculine sweat. The instant I touched it, my fingertips became sticky.
"Feel good?" I asked him as I slowly jacked him off.
Like a puppet he nodded his head.
"Believe me, it would feel even better inside my tight pussy," I promised him. "Now are you ready for my cunt?"
"Yes… yes," he gasped.
"Beg me."
"P-please," he stammered. The word came hard for him. "Please show me your cunt."
"That's better," I savored my triumph. Then I let go of his hard-on, undid my skirt, and let it drop to the oil-stained floor.
The only barrier remaining between his eyes and my twat was my thin panties. Through sheer willpower I had made my pussy leak enough so that the fabric was clinging to my cunt. The wet triangle between my thighs was like an engraved invitation to fuck.
"Why don't you take them off?" I purred. "Roll my panties down my legs. I want to feel your rough fingers against my skin."
His fluttering fingers hooked beneath the elastic waistband and began excitedly tugging downward.
In his anxiousness he didn't know his own strength. The flimsy panty-coth immediately began to rip under the strain. By the time he had stripped me, the fabric was torn to shreds.
Once my pussy was out in the open, I began provocatively flexing it. Tipping my pelvis upward, I flared the labia and sent thick juice streaming down my thighs.
"Touch me," I commanded. "Touch me down there."
His thick fingers automatically plunged into my seeping crevice His touch was rough and greasy.
"Pull the lips apart," I instructed. "Make my clit pop out so you can play with it."
He did as he was told. Looking down, I saw the pink button of my clitoris surge into the open with turgid erectness. He began pressing it like a doorbell and I creamed all over his hand to the wrist.
While he was doing this, I began stroking his hard-on again. It was throbbing with desire, hungering to get inside me.
"I'm wet, aren't I?" I led him on. "Just think how it would feel to stick your cock in that goo all the way up to your balls."
Snorting like an enraged bull, he abandoned all restraint and pushed me backward. Fortunately I landed on a pile of oily rags or I might have broken my back on the cement floor.
"Fuck me," I reiterated from behind the V of my spread legs.
He grappled on top of me, handling his prick like one of his wrenches. Expertly he slipped it in.
Once contact was made, I no longer had to play-act. A woman's cunt was made by Nature to accept a stiff cock with no questions asked, and that's all there is to it.
It's a man's world; all right. But what woman would complain with a hard dick in her cunt.
"Oooooh, that's it, tiger," I moaned as the mechanic inched- his prick up my fuck-hole. "Ram me all the way. To the hilt!"
He grunted and shoved. Mmmmmmm, I could feel his thick tool surging to the maximum. In just a few seconds his hairy balls were pulsing against my tender labia. "Now, move," I whispered sensuously in his ear "Roll your ass the way I'm rolling mine."
My butt whipsawed from side to side, catching his prick like a handle so that I had full control over the movement of his hips. Instead of the old in-and-out, we were going side-to-side. The friction was wonderfully maddening.
Once I had him moving, I increased my demands. "Suck my tits," I urged. "I'll bet your tongue is as rough as sandpaper."
His dirty face plunged against my bosom. The five o'clock shadow on his cheeks and chin pricked against my tender tits like a million tiny needles.
However, as I'd expected, most exciting of all was his tongue It began scraping against one nipple and then the other. Already I was coming in my breasts almost as intensely as I had been doing for some time in my pussy.
"Push my tits together and suck both nipples at the same time," I encouraged him. "Stick them in your mouth and wind your tongue around them like a snake." I let out a shriek of pleasure as my request was honored The mechanic's mouth was hot and funky from chewing tobacco and swigging beer all day long, and I appreciated it. A man is a man because a woman wants him that way.
Down below, the cock in my cunt was blissfully tearing me apart. To make the thrill even more intense, I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles at the small of his back. In this posistion it felt as though the head of his prick was probing within my womb.
"Come in me!" I cried without inhibition "Lube my tight pussy with your great, big grease-gun, Mr. Mechanic!"
To make certain I could get my wish, I slipped a hand between us and slid a wiggling finger up the hairy crack of his butt. His asshole was there waiting for me, just asking to be stuck.
With a gooey squish, I was within his shit-pit. Slanting my thrust downward, I attacked the bump of his prostate.
Then I started gouging his swollen gland for all I was worth.
"Come, you bastard!" I urged him on.
"Uh, uh, uh," was his only reply.
He lurched from my stimulation of his most private gland. More importantly, his prick expanded within my twat.
Hooking my finger, I screeched it out of his ass even more vigorously than I had inserted it. I'd pulled the plug on the son of a bitch. There was nothing left for him to do but come.
Suddenly my cunt was flooded with scalding gruel. Then, when my cavity couldn't hold it all, the onslaught backed up and began pouring out of my slit as rapidly as it had gone in. Immediately my quivering thighs were a sticky mess.
He'd stopped coming now, but my orgasm was still straining for more intensity. I probably could have left things as they were and had my car fixed by tomorrow, but if I did I'd never forgive myself.
If the way of the world was for man to dominate woman, goddamn it, any dude who fucked me was going to have to service me until I was totally and absolutely drained. After all, what other advantage is there in being a woman besides getting all the sex you want.
"Try my ass," I urged. "I want you to fuck me in the ass before I walk out of the garage and you get back to work on my car."
Needless to say, he liked the idea. His cock undoubtedly would have wilted under normal circumstances. Not, however, when presented with the opportunity for some corn-holing. If there is one thing a man enjoys more than pronging a woman's cunt, it's letting her have it in the butt. The hole between the female cheeks is the tightest one possessed by the human race, and there's not a man alive who doesn't know it.
"Here, use this for lubrication," I panted, seizing an actual grease-gun that was nearby and handing it to him. "Pack my ass with sludge and then jam your prick in to the balls on the-first try."
Without hesitation, he took the grimy device and jabbed the spout into my rectum. Then he pulled the trigger and instantly inundated my asshole with a pint of slippery grease.
Then the grease-gun was gone, replaced by his hard-on. Warmed up by my cunt, his prick tore into my asshole like a runaway locomotive.
Normally such a phallic surge would have torn my anus to pieces. However, all the grease in there made the hilted insertion seem even more natural than it had in my cunt.
I wrapped my legs around him again. Pulling him toward me until his belly was pressing against my crotch, I sucked the head of his prick to the shitty depths of my colon.
"Come! Come! Come!" I screamed. "Blast my ass with your jizz!"
This time I didn't have to resort to any tricks to ignite the explosion I desperately craved. The horny mechanic was more ready to erupt the second time than he had been the first.
"Unnnnhhhh!" he grunted. His nuts seemed to turn inside-out, transforming his cock into a fire hose that drenched my bowels.
The cum seemed to spurt for almost a full minute. By the time it stopped, the bottom half of my body was wringing wet from its overflowing excess.
When I finally got myself together enough to dress and leave the garage, I didn't bother to inquire about my car I knew it would be waiting for me early tomorrow morning, fully prepared to hit the road, my bill paid in full.