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Free Fetish Sex Stories - No Choice
After getting in my car to go up to the store, I turned the key only to have the idle running so fast that it sounded like it blew up. I hit the gas pedal to bring the idle down, and it just made it go faster. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I got out and kicked car, wondering how I would ever pay for more work to be done on the car. I was already in trouble with my bills and had no money left over for things like this. I was worried sick about it, but knew that I needed my car. My children counted on me to take them to school and back, and there was the daily running around, the baseball games to cart the kids to, and the grocery shopping to get done. I NEEDED MY CAR! And I knew I couldn’t drive it far like it was.
“What’s the matter, Mom,” my twelve year old asked when I walked through the door crying.
“The car won’t start, and I don’t know how I will ever pay to get it fixed again, but I have to, because we need the car.”
“But mom, I have to be at baseball practice tonight,” he said.
“I know that, Jacob. I will do the best I can.” He looked so upset with me, like it was my fault that the car didn’t start. It was unfair to blame me but I understood and felt bad that the car wasn’t running. I had to get it fixed even if it meant getting one of my utilities turned off. At least we would have the car and that was the first priority right at that moment.
I called the garage where I always take my car, and told them what it was doing. Gene, the mechanic knew me well, because my car was forever having trouble. He was nice about not charging me full dollar for everything because he knew I didn’t have a lot of money. He also knew I was a faithful customer and wouldn’t go anywhere else.
“Well, bring it in and let me take a look at it,” Gene said.
“But, well, I don’t really have the money for you to work on it. Is there anyway I can make payments on whatever you have to do to it or something like that? I’m really worried about it, but I need my car.” I tried desperately to hold back the tears of worry and shame that I wasn’t richer.
“Bring it in, and we will work something out,” he said. He really was a nice guy and not too bad looking. He was tall, had bright blue eyes, and soft blonde hair. Sometimes the way he looked at me, it made me feel self-conscious. I wondered if he liked me or was interested in any way. Part of me would be flattered, but the other part of me knew that I just didn’t have the time or inclination to be involved with a man at this point in my life. Right now, all I wanted out of him was my car fixed.
I left my children at home with the oldest babysitting. I didn’t want them there bothering Gene while he looked at my car. I was in blue jeans, a t-shirt and tennis shoes, looking very much like a housewife. I wasn’t concerned about the way I looked. All the way there I prayed for him to be able to fix the car, for it not to cost too much, and for it to be fixed in a hurry. I wondered if I could be that lucky.
“Hey there,” Gene said, when I walked in. “That car giving you trouble again, huh?”
He was at the counter writing up an order for some other car, then he looked up at me and stared. “You are looking good today.”
For the first time that morning, I started to laugh, thinking of what a mess I was, no make-up or anything, and I knew that my eyes were red from crying. “I look awful. I was just going to do my running around today before my son’s baseball game tonight.”
“Well, I think you look great. Why don’t you pull your car into the garage?” He said, not letting me react to his compliment.
I pulled the car into the garage and got out, watching him work on the car and praying even harder. My fingers crossed for luck, even though it didn’t usually work. He looked under the hood of the car, fiddling with everything, banging on things. He hooked it up to some machine. I had no clue what he was doing. All I could do was hope that he could fix it.
“It won’t be bad. I can fix it. Can you hang out here about an hour? I should have it done by then.” He proceeded to show me what was wrong with it.
“How much will it cost me?” I said. Still, the tears wanted to roll out of my eyes, but I held them back so he didn’t think I was nothing but a baby.
He came close to me, kind of eyeing me. I felt self-conscious about it. I just wanted him to tell me how much I was going to have to pay. No matter what it was, I was at least glad that it wouldn’t take long to fix. “What would you say if I said the payment was a date with me?”
“What do you call a date?” I asked. I really didn’t want to go out with anyone. I had so much to worry about and kids to take care of. I just wanted this to be over and my car back. “I really don’t have time right now to go out on dates. I have the kids to take care of and a baseball game to go to tonight. Please tell me what you want from me.” Now I was even more worried than what it would cost in money.
“Well, I’d settle for a good blow job,” he said. “They are the best, you know.”
“You want me to give you a blow job, and you will pay for the repairs on my car?” I asked, not knowing what I thought of that. Blow jobs were easy to give, and I liked doing it. But I never did it just casually, so I didn’t know if I really wanted to do something like that. Yet on the other hand, I had no other way to pay for the car. I was sort of stuck.
“Yup, that’s all you have to do and as horny as I have been lately, that shouldn’t be a big deal,” he said, getting up closer to me.
“I don’t really have a choice in the matter, I guess,” I said. My kids would be happy with me to bring the car home, and Jacob would be glad to make it to his baseball game. “Alright.”
“You might like it,” he said. It was true, I really do like giving them, but not to an almost stranger.
“Maybe, but they are much more fun with someone I care about,” I said.
“I’ve seen you checking me out,” he said.
“I still haven’t dated you or know you beyond fixing my car,” I said.
“Well, here’s the perfect chance to get to know me better,” he grinned.
“I just need my car right now. We can get to know each other beyond the blow job later,” I said.
Reluctantly, I moved toward him. He really was sexy, at least there was that. The way he looked at me sent shivers throughout my body. While staring at him, I unbuttoned his shirt, and brought my chest up near his. The shirt opened to reveal a strong, muscular, tanned chest and abs. Without thought; I ran my hands over his chest, his abs. My lips and tongue went to his nipple to lick and bite. I nibbled my way down as I unzipped his pants and pulled them down to the floor. As much as I hated to admit it, there was an excitement in me and a wetness between my legs. My body quivered uncontrollably as I squeezed my them together.
My palms traveled the length of his now naked body: over his curved hips, thick thighs, and even his balls and hardness. As I touched him, I heard the moans come from deep inside.
“That kind of a touch is a gift,” he said deeply, as he watched me touch him with the tip of my fingertips. They traveled over every muscular part of him that I could reach: his ass, the back of his legs, the front of him. He was so hard that he jumped as I touched the round, large head with the tip of my wet tongue. I could taste the pre-cum as I licked in circles around it. Then I licked down the shaft to his balls and back up. My fingers still wandered over his body, between his legs. His hips started thrusting forward to tell me he needed more than just teasing now. He needed me to deliver. His hand went to the back of my head, gently pulling me to him and my mouth down the strong shaft. Deep groans now escaped him as my mouth traveled all the way up to the head and back down to his balls. Slowly at first, I moved him in and out while I pulled on his hips. He leaned over me, moving, shaking, groaning, aching. His thrusts became faster, less controlled. As I cupped his balls, he moved in swift, rapid movements at the back of my throat as his nectar filled my mouth and ran down to my stomach. He tasted so good and sounded so exciting. I quivered myself, feeling the wetness over my panties. It had thrilled me as much as it did him.
I kept sucking him slowly, licking his balls, and touching his hips and thighs. He kept shaking and moaning for a few minutes, then jumped back away from me. “Uncle, Uncle,” he said. “I give up. Damn, you are good.” He pulled his pants back up and buttoned his shirt. “I can’t stop shaking.”
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, thinking inside that I also liked it. I was dripping wet.
“Your hard breathing tells me that you liked it as well,” he grinned. “Anyway, I will get right to your car, even if it is hard to move.” He smiled a bright smile that came out through the sparkle in his eyes, and I breathed a deep sigh of relief to know that my car would be fixed and the payment was one that I could definitely handle
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