63 for a Handjob in the Garage

"You like how I stroke that big cock of yours baby," she gasped out.

"Yeah I love it." I gave her neck a little kiss. I'm completely absorbed in her actions that I can't do anything but take it and make grateful noises.

"I'm gonna jerk all the stress out of you Daddy, so you can smile right at those asshole pricks when they're yelling at you." she said, squeezing me hard for effect. I let out a deep moan, lightly biting into the spot where her neck and shoulder met. She moaned back and ground her hips into mine. The girl has to be careful, we just might lose control and go farther than a handie.

I flash back to that revenge fuck fantasy I had of the French blonde, but instead it's my brunette goddess, moaning and crying out obscene things as I drive myself deep into her. Instead of her head slamming on the keyboard while I fuck her, she's typing the same sentence over and over on the screen. 'Daddy owns this slut pussy.' I even imagine her looking back at me and begging me to fuck her harder. Damn she just about invades every one of my thoughts, even the nasty ones. It's amazing really.

We sit there for a while, her hands stroking me, sometimes fast and hard, little moans leaving her mouth. Then she'll slow down, her hands barely moving as they go from the very base of my cock right up to my little slit and go back down. In between she's sneaking little kiss on my ears and cheeks, even biting into my shoulder just hard enough to make me gasp out. It was heavenly.

She grabs my cheek, pushing me back so I could look into her eyes again.

"Can I get off your lap baby," she says with a pout. "My wrists are getting sore doing it this way." I nod understandably, and reluctantly release my grip on her glourious butt. She climbed over my legs, twisting her wrists as if to stretch them out a bit. When she settled again, she took my lips again, moaning as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her hand reaches back to my cock again, but her other hand is playing with the buttons on my light blue dress shirt.

"Can you unbutton these," she says softly into my ear. "All the way down."

"Sure," I say with a bit of puzzlement. I don't know what she's getting at, but I dutifully undo the buttons, un-tucking my shirt as I get the last few buttons. I forgot to wear an undershirt today, and my bare chest is exposed.

She starts to draw little circles on my chest as she continues to jerk me off, her fingers slowly making their way to nipples. She pinches one, then the other as they get hard and pebble up. I moan in a higher pitch than normal, which makes her giggle.

"I see you still like it when I play with your nipples baby?" she questions me, lightly rolling one between her fingers. Fucking right I do, it was astonishing the first time, and it still felt that way now. She began to lightly flick at my nipple, and I closed my eyes, resting my head back enjoying the sensations.

My eyes shoot open as I feel her tongue around my nipple, replacing her playful fingers. It feels soft and wet and utterly paralyzing as she swirls around it leaving a moist trail. She takes my nipple into her mouth again, and she hums contently while sucking lightly. I shudder, holding a hand on her head as she milks me with her mouth, nibbling and licking my sensitive nub. She pays the same attention to the other one, even sucking harder which makes me hump more into her hand.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped.

"I'll take that as a yes," she grinned at me again, taking my nipple between her teeth and nibbling lightly.

This is the best $63 I have ever spent.

I have my beautiful goddess in her tight scrubs stroking my hard cock, and lavishing my nipples with her mouth, moaning all the while as if the very act is giving her pleasure. It's fucking amazing. Wait a minute, that moaning sounds suspiciously too pleasurable. I look down to see that only one hand is working on my cock, the other is no where to be seen. No way she's diddling herself right now

I trace her free arm with my eyes, trying to figure out if my hunch is correct. I don't see where it is, so I feel at her thighs, running up with my fingers. I'm almost touching her crotch, when abruptly I'm blocked off by some solid object. I feel around, and realize it's her hand, moving against her pussy.

Yup, she's playing with herself. And it's so fucking hot I almost would have come right there if I didn't grab her hand and stopped her from jerking me.

She looks up at me from my chest, smiling as she flicks my nipple with her tongue. She's been caught red handed, or more really pussy handed and shows no shame at all. It's as if it was some little game she was playing on me the entire time and was wondering when I'd find out. She takes a hard suck on my nipple before going back up to my ear.

"Oh Daddy, you see how horny I get just from stroking your big cock," she whispers, almost desperately. I can feel her hand still moving up and down, no doubt rubbing deeply into her clit. She suppresses a moan as she bites down lightly on my ear lobe. "Hmm I'm gonna have to cum before I go back to work."

"You wanna cum baby," I blurt out.

"Yes Daddy," she says pleadingly, "My pussy is hot right now I need to cum. I can't walk around the rest of the day with this throbbing, wet cunt." My eyes are bugged out hearing her talk this way.

"Oh Daddy," shes moan, eyes closed. "What will the patients think when they see a dripping slut taking care of them? Do you think I should ask them to take care of me? Maybe one of them will have a big fat cock like yours to fill me up and use me until I can't take it anymore."

She's writing and moaning against me as she continues to play with herself. My cock is steely hard, and as I listen to her talk, I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding. She's saying such filthy things and I love every word that leaves her mouth. Her hand previously dormant on my cock is starting to move again, albeit much slower than before. I need to do something, and I need to do it now.

I pull myself from her embrace, and push her back onto the seat. She falls back with a surprised yelp, her head thankfully missing the door handle. It would be a supreme buzz kill if she got knocked out. I reach down to the waistband of her pants, and tear them down her legs, pausing to tug her shoes off. I throw the bundle into the front seat, and sit down on the floor, splaying her legs apart so that her bare pussy is wide open to me.

"What are you doing?" she asked, eyes wide open.

"What does it look like babe," I replied, my face inches away from her.

"I'm gonna make you cum."

I lean down, and take a long deep lick from her opening all the way to her clit, as she lets loose a long deep moan. Her hands press against the back of my head as they usually do when I eat her out. Her familiar taste floods into my mouth as I begin to lightly lick in her entrance, eventually pressing my tongue inside her. She tightens her grip on my head, my scalp singeing from the pain but it turns me on more that she's so on edge.

"Yes Daddy eat my little pussy," she moaned, grinding her hips into my face as I fuck her with my tongue.

I move one my fingers to flick at her clit, the light touch jolting her and making her groan deeply. I look up at her as I work, to see her eyes fluttering and mouth wide open. I think a little drool is even coming down the side of her one cheek. She looks so completely engrossed with what I'm doing to her right now, and it's so fucking sexy.

I decide to switch out as I usually do when my tongue gets tired, my fingers seamlessly filling the void as I pull my face away from her opening. She squirms at my fingers, trying to sink them in deeper into her. I chuckle, resting my head on her thigh as I stroke my hand in and out of her wetness. I reach up with my free hand, going under her scrub shirt and bra and palm one of her soft breasts. I couldn't get enough of those perfectly shaped orbs of femininity, the flesh feeling so good under my grip.

"Dadddyy," she drawls as her legs start to tremble underneath me. Looks like someone's about to come.

I raise my head up once more to level with her clit, and I stuck out my tongue lapping it energetically. I keep plodding away with my fingers, and soon her hips are raising up from the seat again. Her hands nearly crush my head as entire body shakes, the moans she's making reaching a fevered pitch in the tiny cabin. Her pussy is clamping down on my fingers as she let's out a huge wail of pleasure. She's coming pretty hard, and her scream soon turns into a breathless cry as she runs out of air.

I can feel the contractions go away just as suddenly as they came, and she drops back down to the seat spent and completely exhausted. I still move my fingers slowly inside her, riding out the little aftershocks of her orgasm, but I'm stopped licking her clit, and instead leave tiny kisses over her pubic mound and thighs. Her legs have ceased trembling, and her tight grip loosens from my head, fingers resting limply.

An intensely satisfied groan exits her mouth as she stretched her back, her eyes connecting with my own as she looked down between her legs. They have a dreamy semblance to them, and she smiles at me blissfully content. I smile back, moving slowly up her body until I've caught her lips and I'm kissing her deeply. We jointly moan together, her hands wrapping about my head keeping me fixed in our embrace.

"How was that?" I inquired.

She giggled at my question, as if I should already have known the answer.

"Baby," she said softly stroking the back of my neck, "If I could, I'd just lay in bed all day with you."

I felt all warm hearing her say that.

We tenderly kissed for some minutes my hands roving over her body, before settling back into her silky hair. This is what I liked about being with Amber, my soft brunette goddess. We tried to keep to whatever activity I asked for, but it always ended up with us holding each other and making out, of course after an intense orgasm or two. I couldn't help but enjoy the intimacy I had with her.

I remember just a few weeks ago I requested for her to use a vibrator while I fucked her face. She smiled excitedly, pleased as all hell when I pulled out the Hitachi wand and plugged it into the floor. The sight of her drooling and moaning nonstop around my cock proved too much for me, and we ended up on the floor our limbs entwined. She cried her release to the ceiling as I slammed into her and crushed the wand against her clit, and soon I followed along shooting my load into the condom.

We laid down and kissed for some 40 minutes after that, staring deep into each other's eyes. We didn't say a word the entire time, just communicating through our eyes and soft caresses. We only stopped when a phone call from her angry friend interrupted us. She'd been late to dinner with her friends, but she told me later she didn't give two shits about her friends' angry admonishments as she practically floated the rest of the night.

"Why the fuck do you look so goddamn happy," she said to me giggling, recounting what her friend Vanessa said to her as she finally joined them at the restaurant. She had told them she was just paid to have mind blowing sex with a handsome stranger, but they laughed off her confession asking for the real reason she was late. I blushed unintentionally when she said I was handsome. I'm such a goofball.

I'm brought back to the present as my cock lays against her pussy, the warm heat springing me up to full hardness. She giggles a bit into my mouth, and then moaned as she ground herself into me. I bite my lip to stop myself from groaning, opting to nuzzle her neck again. Her lips are touching my ears, and she strokes a hand all the way down my back, before coming over to grip me by the base. Despite myself I moan and look into her eyes again.

"Hmm Daddy," she moans squeezing me tightly. "That was so good. But I want more Daddy."

I'm suddenly out of breath again, my heart pounding in my chest.

"What do you need baby," my voice just as heady.

She rubbed the head of my cock against her wet opening, and I already know what she wants.

"Will you fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard with your monster cock?" she pleads with lustful eyes.

I groan in frustration and pound the back of the seat with my hand.

She looks up startled at me, head shrinking back a bit. Perhaps she's taken my reaction as anger to her request. But it's not her asking me to fuck that's got me all antsy, it's the fact that I can't fulfill it for her.

"I want to," I say caressing her cheek softly. She relaxes immediately, melting into my touch. "I really, really want to fuck you so hard that you just keep on cumming."

She bites her lips, moaning quietly as I describe my vicious need.

"But," I suck in a deep breath steeling myself for what I'm about to say next. "I don't have any rubbers in the car."

She whimpers morosely, clutching my head her eyes quivering. Her despondent look is the saddest thing in the world right now.

I didn't bring any condoms today in my sex essentials, mostly because I expected to be just getting a blow job. Plus I really didn't like keep condoms in the car anyway because of the temperature differentials. They played havoc with the condom's material, and the last thing I wanted was an unstable rubber ripping or tearing at an inopportune moment. I'd rather just not fuck than risk that.

But damn it all if it wasn't frustrating. My face is scrunched up with a frown as I try to think of a solution. I could use my fingers again to get her off, but it would be a little repetitive. Amber likes variation in her orgasms, so if I use my mouth to get her off she would like my cock to make her cum next and vice versa. That of course automatically ruled out my tongue, plus that bad boy was feeling a little sore at the moment too. I know Amber, and I know all she wants right now is to be filled. I stare ahead at the console, when the sun glints off of the sparkling water bottle. My eyes shoot open as an idea fires in my mind.

The bottle is some weird knock off Italian brand of sparkling water, but I liked the taste surprisingly better than the more expensive fare. It helped that it was cheaper too, but one thing I did notice was that the glass was ridiculously sturdy. One time I was walking back to work with Michael after lunch when I threw the bottle against a brick wall, both of us expecting a rewarding shatter. To our bewilderment, the damn thing only bounced off the wall, before landing on the concrete spinning in a circle. We threw it at least four more times before it broke, and even then it only broke crisply in half.

My mind was made up. I'm gonna fuck her with that bottle.

I sat up, reaching forward to grab the bottle. As I resumed sitting, I noticed Amber was still looking like a depressed little child, unable to play with her favorite toy. Don't worry little girl, you're going to have your fun soon enough.

A smile lights up my face as I unscrew the cap, and toss it up front again, taking a quick sip of the water inside. I offer over the bottle to her, which she grabs and takes a quick gulp as well. It's half way finished, but I imagine she's parched from all the screaming she's done. I can't have water left in the bottle for what I'm about to use it for, so when she tries to give it back I merely push it towards her again.

"Can you finish that for me babe," I say with a ghastly smirk. "I need it empty."

"Why?" her eyebrow is quirked questioningly.

"I'm just done drinking it," I said giving her a quick smooch. A stupid lie, but I want to surprise her.

She still looks confused, but she finishes the water dutifully, raising it the bottle up. I can see the water flow through her throat as she takes big gulps. My cock has returned to full stiffness from my thoughts, and seeing her throat reminds me that I still haven't cum yet. Perhaps I'll put her mouth to use while I fuck her. I sneak a peek at my cell phone to check the time.

Excellent, we've only been at it for about twenty minutes. Sex with Amber use to go overboard, but as we kept meeting up we became more efficient in our fucking. Thankfully, we didn't excise any of the passion, and we still spent a significant amount of time just cuddling and being affectionate with each other. That became my favorite part of the session, just holding each other sweaty and spent before we went our separate ways. It was sadly beautiful.

I take the bottle from her as she finishes, and put it to the side for now. I don't think she'll go for it just yet, but if she's distracted and I stuff it in her before she can stop me I know I'll be set. I run my fingers through her hair again, and she coos giving me a soft smile. She glances down to my cock and by now all the disappointment in being unable to fuck has left her face, replaced by a lustful hunger.

"You know Daddy," her hand wrapping around my cock. "You gotta stop making me cum before I can finish you off." She crawls back as she stoops down, her face level with my cock. No matter how many times she does this, I still feel like it's the first with her.

"I thought I was just getting a hand job," I said breathless. I just ate this girl out and she asked me to fuck. What the hell was I bringing this up for now?

She merely giggled, and gripped my cock stroking it across her lips.

"Baby, we're past hand jobs now," she said before taking me into her mouth.

I groaned, my hand shooting down to grip her hair. I didn't force her down my cock, just merely held my hand against her head as she bobbed up and down, wetting my cock with her mouth. It was nice to have a nice pampering blow job once in a while, in comparison to the almost constant face fucking I indulged in. I could really see her expertise in sucking cock when I wasn't forcing myself down her throat.

She mewled as she licked at my cock, lapping the entire length, before taking in my head and sucking hard. It always drove me up the wall when she did that, and I moaned loudly. Her hand was softly massaging my nuts, the heavy wrinkled sack filling her petite fingers. Her tongue dipped down to gently lap at the base of my cock.

She eventually started to get more into it, bringing more of me into her throat, gagging and making little noises of struggle. She spat up some drool, but still she kept on going, finally swallowing me to the root. I felt her throat pulse around my cock for eternity filled seconds, before she bounced back up for air. She shot me a quick glance smiling as she lightly licked my cock head.

"Daddy, I'm going to suck you dry," she said before swallowing my entire length.

I was at a loss for words, or even making noises as she sucked me off. It was breath taking every time she did this, really any time she touched me. I suddenly remembered the bottle at my feet and what I planned to do with, carefully picking it up. She was too engrossed in her actions to notice though, her mouth suckling devoutly in my crotch. I spread her legs with one hand, lightly stroking her moist mound. She responded appreciatively, opening them wider so I could gain better access. She loved when I played with while she sucked me, so I know she'll love the bottle once I get going.

After a minute or two of fervid fingering, I'm sure she was ready for it. I snuck the bottle over her ass cheek, and tilted it until the drinking end was aligned just right with her entrance. I had a thought she might freak out at a bottle being inserted in her, but a quick mental browsing of all the debased things I've done at her encouragement brush away all my doubts. Slowly I touched it to her lips, before I pushed it inside.

She gasped at the sudden intrusion, jumping off my cock, and looking first at the bottle, then my face. Her face was filled with shock, but before she said could say anything I started to thrust the bottle in and out of her, going deep.