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CHAPTER SIX

Tiffany stormed out of the building and hurried to the parking lot. Blinded with jealousy and anger, she climbed in her car, turned the key. Nothing.

"Goddamn, fuckin' car!" She tried it again. Nothing. Overwrought, she pounded the steering wheel and let loose with a deluge of tears.

Twenty minutes later, Tiffany tapped her toe impatiently against the asphalt. Her face broke into a smile. The tow truck had arrived.

"Hi, lady," the driver said, swinging out of the truck. "Trouble, huh?"

"Yes," she said, giving the handsome mechanic a sultry glance. "It won't start." She saw his name on his shirt. "Dead as a doornail, Jake."

"I'll have you fixed up in a flash."

"Mmmmm, I bet you could too," she said breathlessly.

Jake opened the hood of her car. As he hooked up the jumper cables, he kept stealing looks at Tiffany.

Tiffany sensed Jake's interest. She played on it, posing subtly, bending, exhibiting her body to the mechanic as sexily as possible.

Jake's prick was throbbing in his jeans. He wasn't sure, but he was ready to bet the hot sexy woman was making a pass, wanting more than just her car jumped.

"You can try it now," he said. He ogled her as she climbed in the car.

Tiffany saw the lust on his face. Knowing she had put it there made her feel good, excited her. She turned the key, and the motor roared to life.

Jake leaned on the door, his head partially in the window. The scent of Tiffany's perfume filled his head. "I told you. Nothing to it." His eyes drifted to her legs. Her dress was high, revealing her creamy smooth thighs.

"Oooo, Jake," she squealed. She leaned over and brushed her lips across his cheek. "How much do I owe you?"

A tremor shot through Jake's cock. What he would have liked to be paid, he figured wasn't possible. He had already, labeled the sexy bitch as a prick-teaser. "Twenty bucks, pretty lady."

"Will you take a credit card?" she purred. She knew he was glancing at her legs and she parted them. Her dress inched higher.

"Yeah, but you'll have to follow me back to the garage."

"Sure, Jake," she cooed. "I'll follow you anywhere." She winked.

Jake, his prick aching in his jeans, hurried to his truck.

Tiffany watched, her excitement building. "I'll pay him with a credit card, and tip him with my pussy." With it said aloud, she tingled and eased her car into gear, following Jake's truck out of the Howard Building parking lot.

Jake drove slow, glancing in the rearview mirror. "Whatta bitch," he groaned, easing through the traffic. "Whewwww, a choice piece of ass." He pulled into his gas station, parked the truck on the side.

Tiffany pulled in after him, parking at the gas pumps. She climbed out, her pussy tingling. She went into the office, fished in her purse and extracted her credit cards.

Jake came in, looked at her ass for a long minute, then coughed, letting her know he was there.

Tiffany turned, gave him a sizzling look of promise. "I have plenty of credit cards, Jake. Take your pick."

"I'd rather take you," he said.

"Oh, Jake. What a nice thing to say." She left her purse and credit cards on his desk. With her ass swinging, she walked through the door and into the garage. "How about showing me around?"

"My pleasure," Jake said, jumping at the chance to keep Tiffany around for a while.

"Interesting," she purred, enjoying herself. Knowing she was turning the mechanic on made her pussy cream. "You ever bring girls back here, Jake?" She stopped, leaned against a car. Her cheeks were flushed, and her dark sexy eyes glistened with desire.

Jake studied Tiffany, wondering. She definitely was leading him on. He hesitated. One wrong move and it could be his ass. He grinned. It could be her ass.

"What are you thinking?" she sighed. "Are you thinking about me?"

"I am," he said, feasting his eyes on her tits as they strained erotically against her dress.

"You're thinking whether I'm just a prick-teaser, or the real thing, right?"

Jake grinned. "Yeah."

"My name is Tiffany and I'm the real thing, Jake."

To prove what she said, she quickly removed her dress, turning Jake's expression from a grin to shocked surprise.

"Jesus!" He gawked at her. She was exquisite in her bikini panties and skimpy bra. Her tits seemed to be spilling out of the sexy lace. "You're gorgeous."

"Don't just stand there, Jake. Come take off the rest of my things."

Jake didn't need a second invitation. He spanned her big fleshy tits and squeezed. Lace and tit flesh pressed against his palms. "Big tits… and soft."

"Oooo, Jake." She pressed into his kneading fingers. "Take it off."

Jake's mind was fuzzy with passion. His face as a mask of lust. His fingers curled into her bra. He pulled, tearing the skimpy bra away from her tits.

"Ahhhh, Jake." Tiffany's eyes bulged. "You ripped my bra." She was tingling, enjoying his rough demeanor. "Now rip off my panties."

Jake snarled like an enraged animal. He latched oil-stained fingers into her lace panties and yanked. The thin material ripped. His cock ached as he stepped back to admire her naked body.

Tiffany's flesh broke out in goose bumps. His hungry stare made her legs weak. "God," she gasped, looking down at her creamy tit flesh. "You got grease on my tits."

Jake grinned. "Looks good on you," he said. Smudge marks marred her tits and hips. He rubbed his crotch. "Now how about you taking out my cock?"

She came to him, rubbed her naked body into his rough clothes. "Mmmmm. Is your cock all covered with grease too?"

"Find out," he said, pawing the cheeks of her ass, smearing grease on her creamy ass flesh.

Moaning, Tiffany brought her hands to his crotch. She worked his zipper open and grabbed his cock. Stepping back, she leered at his boner. "You're big, Jake. Hard as a rock too." She was dizzy with desire.

Her eyes darted to the front of the garage. She could see out on the street. It was almost like doing it in public. She turned her attention back to Jake. "I hope you know where to put that." She giggled, strolled around naked, her tits flopping and her ass swinging.

Jake watched, enjoying the private show. He rubbed his aching hard-on, the memory of her hot hands etched in his brain. "You're one sexy lady," he said.

"Thank you, Jake." She glanced at her naked body. Grease smears were all over her body. "Even with these marks all over me?"

"Shit. Why not? I put them there." He was getting impatient. "C'mere."

"Why don't you come and get me?" she asked defiantly.

Jake laughed. He took off after her like a flash. He grabbed her wrist, pulled her into his arms. "No more games." His cock pressed against her soft belly.

"Ewww, you're so rough!" She scratched at his shirt, tearing the buttons, baring his hairy chest. "Unnnn, Jake." She raked his chest.

Jake growled, dragged her over to a car. He shoved her back. "You're a regular cat, huh?"

Tiffany spread her legs, sprawled herself out on the car. "Yeah, a regular alley cat." She wriggled her hips, stared at his prick. "What are you going to do about it?"

He came close, his cock aimed at her cunt. "Fuck you," he groaned, pinning her to the car.

"Then do it," she moaned. "Stop looking and fuck me!" She humped her ass up, grinding her belly into his cock. "Stick that big fucker in me, Jake. I'll wash it in my cunt cream."

Jake grabbed the base of his prick and gouged it through the wet steamy slit of her pussy. Juice, hot and sticky, coated the head of his cock. He groaned as the heat filled his prick and activated the hot cum bubbling in his balls.

"Unnnn, Jake. All of it, Jake. Don't tease me with just the tip." She was having a ball playing the role of a slut. "Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me all over the garage." She humped up, gobbling at his prick with her pussy.

"Cock-crazy bitch!" He lunged forward, fucking his prick to the balls.

"Aghhhh!" Tiffany screamed, her voice echoing in the garage. "Oooo, you're deep, Jake. So fuckin' deep!"

"You're a fuckin' well, bitch!" he roared, plowing his cock into her sopping pussy. "A bottomless well!"

Tiffany writhed on the hood of the car. She lifted her legs, curled them around Jake's humping hips.

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" She rolled her hips, stretched her arms, and clawed his chest, angering him into violent fuck-thrusts. "Ooooo, now you're fuckin'. Don't stop! Ummmmm, don't ever stop!"

"I won't," Jake groaned. "At least not until cream you."

"Ooo, yeah, cream me, Jake. Squirt your cum into my pussy." Her voice echoed. It sounded hollow, different. "Fuck me jump me, like you jumped my car."

Jake growled, a lewd grin on his face. "Whatever you want." He fucked into her pussy with hard-hitting jabs. His prick swelled, stretching her tight pulsing cunt. His balls whacked against the cheeks of her jiggling ass.

Tiffany thrashed on the car, her body sweaty with passion, squeaking against the cool smooth metal. Her tits flopped, the nipples swollen, sore, ready to burst. She looked into his sneering face. "Make it happen, fucker. Cream me, like I'm creaming your cock."

Jake plundered her pussyhole. Squishy noises greeted each fuck-lunge.

Tiffany writhed on the car, her legs wrapped around Jake's body. Her eyes popped. She didn't believe what was happening.

"I'm cumming! Holy Christ… I'm creaming!"

Jake didn't believe it either. His cock was caught in the bubbling brew of her exploding pussy. "I feel it, bitch. You're creaming my prick. Cum. Yeah, pussy cream!"

Tiffany was creaming. Hot orgasms tore through her pussy like bolts of lightning. She stared up into Jake's leering face, watched it blur, then fade. "I'm cumming, Jake. Cum with me! Please!"

As Tiffany thrashed and twisted on the hood of the car, creaming her brains out, Jake pounded her pussy. Seeing her cream triggered his own explosive orgasm.

"I'm cumming," he roared. "Christ!" His balls erupted. A hot squirting load of jizz shot from his prick and flooded Tiffany's soupy cum drenched pussy. "I'm cumming!"

Jake pounded. Tiffany thrashed. Hard lunges. Spurting cum shot from his cock. Upward humps. Pussy muscles milked his cock, kept it greased in pussy cum.

Her legs shot out straight. Muscles tensed. "Squirt, fucker! Cum!" Her face screwed up into a lewd mask. Cum gushed from her fuck hole, dribbled down her ass cheeks, soaked the hood of the car.

Jake held her gyrating hips. His body jerked, his thick cock fucking deep, filling her hot steamy cunt hole with thick wads of his jizz. "Bitch!" he snarled through his teeth. "Hot fuckin' bitch!"

"Yeah!" Tiffany wailed. She pounded her fists on the hood of the car. The sounds blending with their screams reverberated through the garage.

Tiffany's eyes popped again. She was at the peak, her orgasm ripping through her. In the next instant, she skittered down, tingling as the passion of her climax fled her body. She lay back, vulnerable to Jake's final assault.

Jake fucked into her pussy. His balls emptied quickly. One, two, three vicious fuck-jabs, and he was drained. Blinking, he stared down at her beautiful body, which was still impaled on his prick. "You're…" He gulped, not knowing what to say.

Tiffany squirmed. "I know. Everything happened so fast. Whewwww!"

Jake pulled his cock from her fuck hole. His pants were stained with cum. "Damn." Still in a daze, he watched Tiffany dress.

After using her credit card, Tiffany climbed in her car, waved good-bye, and pulled out of Jake's gas station.

Jake shook his head. The slime on his cock and the memory of her heated pussy told him it wasn't a dream.