Let’s see…we last left off with our hero — we’ll call her Steph 😉 — hopping into a tow truck with Tow Man. She has no money to pay for his services. What will she ever do??? Also, her brother is lurking around here somewhere as well, but his character is just not very well developed and probably shouldn’t be a part of the story at all!!! If you’d like to catch up, please refer to Tow Man, Part 1.
–Mark climbed in and looked a little surprised to see me in the middle seat. He pulled the truck around, and before we even made it a half mile we saw my brother. I yelled out the window for him to get in, and he did. I explained to him that Mark was going to take us back to his shop and replace the tire for us.
Mark shot me a look. He had agreed to nothing. He quipped: “Isn’t there a saying about not letting your mouth write a check that your ass can’t cash?” “My mouth is good for it, trust me,” I fired back. I tingled. “And so’s my ass!” My hand moved to his thigh. He grabbed it and moved it to his crotch. “What would your brother do if you started giving me head right now?”
Wow! Go, Mark! “Nothing,” I told him. “OK then,” he said, reaching his hand to the back of my head and issuing an ever so slight amount of force. It was less of a pull and more of a push if that makes sense. Regardless, that was my cue. Not missing a beat, I dove in, thrilled by his boldness. His blue collar smell only intensified as my face moved between his legs. I nibbled at his bulge through his pants. He wasted no time in moving his right hand down to my hips and hiking up my dress inch by inch.
I maneuvered so I could get to his belt buckle, which strained somewhat against the girth of his midsection. When I unclasped it, he seemed to relax, which allowed more of his belly to sag down. And more of his smell to waft up. The workman metal smell gave way to sweaty man, and I took it all in.
My right hand worked down into his pants, while my left hand lifted up his shirt. I wanted a piece of that belly! It was so hairy — I just rubbed my face through it for a moment or two and then started kissing and licking him. Everywhere!
I had freed his cock by that point and was stroking it in earnest. I shifted the focus of my mouth from his stomach to the head of his cock while my right hand ventured back down into his pants in search of his balls.
Mark had my dress up over my hips by this time and was roughly kneading my ass, his fingers brushing against my asshole through my panties. He yanked them down roughly to my thighs, though in the front they still clung to my soaking wet pussy.
Before I had properly acquainted myself with his cock, the hand that had been pawing my ass moved to my mouth. He shoved two fingers in alongside his cock, which made for more than a mouthful. I closed my lips and reflexively and began to suck.
He withdrew them a moment later, his right hand then returning to my ass, finally allowing me to give his cock full, delicious strokes with my mouth. And his fingers, thick and rough and dirty, now slick with my saliva, pressed against and then into the entrance of my ass. The pain was immaculate, causing me to yelp.
“Are you — ah, Jesus!” My brother was peaking over the seat from the back and had a full view of the front-seat happenings — Mark’s cock in my mouth, my dress up over my hips, and Mark’s fingers in my ass. I told him to fuck off. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen me in a position like this, and it wouldn’t be the last.
Mark’s fingers grew more insistent and he began to make deep probes inside my ass. The truck soon came to a stop, and I felt his left hand then force my head down onto him. As my nose was being wedged down into his pubic hair, he lurched his hips upward and at the same time slammed the fingers on his right hand as far inside me as his hand would allow.
With his hips positioned all the way up, he clutched my hair with his left hand and simply jerked himself off…with my throat. His body went rigid, and he began to come. I swallowed each wave as best I could, Mark’s grunts accompanying each new emission.
His right hand relaxed, and the weight of his arm caused his hand to slip slowly out of my ass. As his hips relaxed, he fell back onto his seat. Still holding my head by the hair with his left hand, he brought his right hand to my face. “Open up.” I obeyed, and Mark popped his two thick and (now extremely) filthy fingers into my mouth.