A good deal...

The last week I had to go to a mechanical shop in Avellaneda, where they had towed the damaged car of a partner. It was a special case, since the partner in question only insured that vehicle, a last-year Lexus, but he is also owner of a fleet of taxis, between ten or fifteen, all new and shiny, although he had insisted on insuring them with me (they were at La Nueva) apparently wanted to check how it proceeded with this accident to evaluate whether it was convenient for him to change companies. I spent everything I had for the next day, and well early in the morning I went to the shop that is near Alsina square, on the side of Racing and Independiente stadiums. When I arrived, the mechanic, named Miguel, was already working, with greased hands, but not on the vehicle of my interest, rather on a Pilot truck. When I make the claim, he tells me he still hadn't received any order from La Plata to start the work, which, according to him, would take at least a week, whereas I had promised the partner that it would be solved in two days. I call the executive responsible for the case and he tells me there are some verifications pending. -Look, the insurance is up to date, I don't know what verification they might be waiting for- I say, already starting to get annoyed. -It seems like a new insurance...- he replies, surely reviewing the information on his screen. -Yes, I did it, it's been a week since it's with us- -Maybe that's why- -Look, the issue with this claim is that the guy has a fleet of taxis insured at La Nueva, if we do the job well and have the car ready as soon as possible, it's most likely he'll want to bring them over here- Although I explained it to him with the enthusiasm it provoked in me to take such a valuable client away from the competition, on the other side didn't feel the same interest. -You could at least pass it to Management, I talk to S... (one of the company's top executives) and I'll settle it- I ask finally. -I'll pass it, but the theme already remains between the Manager and you- tell me to be aware of it. -Okay, I'll take care of it, thanks- I cut off the call and tell the mechanic that he can start now, since the authorization is on its way. Which was a half-truth, it was on its way, yes, but headed for Management, another stop in the heavy bureaucratic traffic of the Company. But the good thing was that as soon as I spoke with the main responsible person for accidents, mentioned S..., his signature would not delay the procedure, and since we had worked together for a long time, he never could deny me anything, as we had a special affinity. No, I never got it, if that's what they're thinking. But every time we talked, it was like we were on good terms, so I knew that at some point I would have to return the favors. -I still haven't received anything- the mechanic says, showing me his phone, without moving away from the truck. I insist that the authorization will be ready at any moment, but he doesn't give in. -It's not that I don't believe you, but I've learned the hard way that it's better to have everything signed, or else I'll lose my shirt- The guy was making it tough for me. I explain about taxis, but it doesn't interest him, since he wouldn't benefit from it, and the only one who would benefit from the transfer would be me, so I decide to bet the farm on it. -You know that I'm willing to do anything to have that car ready as soon as possible, don't you?- I say, emphasizing in a suggestive way what anything means. He raises his head from the motor and looks at me. -What do you mean by that anything?- he asks, showing a sudden interest. -Exactly that, anything- I emphasize again. -Yes but, anything can be...- -Just that, ANYTHING...- until I spell it out. He keeps looking at me, trying to figure out if I'm serious or just joking. -Are you willing to...? I don't know... Throw the rubber?- he takes a chance to eat myself a fool. I let out a laugh when I hear it. -Forgive...- I hurry to clarify -I'm not making fun of you, but I thought it would be harder to reach an agreement- -Then are you in agreement? You suck me and I'll leave the car as new next week- he gets excited, and that's because now the main beneficiary was going to be him. -Next week, no...- I correct quickly -I want it ready for Monday, and well polished too- We were on Thursday, so I would have to work all weekend. -If you're good at sucking baby, I'll give it to you with a bow- he promises. He wipes himself off with a rag and extends his right hand to seal the deal. -Deal done?- I look at my partner's Lexus at the back of the shop, and I pretend to hesitate, as if I'm struggling to make the decision, just to make him suffer a little bit. Just then, my phone rings. It's a message from S..., telling me that the repair is authorized, he even sends me a scan of the order, reminding me in passing that I owe him another favor. I can show it to the mechanic and we wouldn't have to negotiate anything, but I decide to stick with our own transaction. -That's my husband...- I lie -We were going to meet up for lunch together- I write S... then the next message: I'll settle my debt. -Well, what were we talking about?- I ask the mechanic, putting away my phone and resuming our topic. -About closing a deal- he reminds me, extending his hand again. -Then, to make everything clear...- I say before shaking it -You get oral sex and in return you get the car fixed and polished for Monday morning, that's the deal, right?- He nods, not yet believing that this is really happening. -Okay...- now he comes closer -But don't think I'm going to suck you with the door open, okay? A little exhibitionism is fine, but not too much- He hurries down and comes back with me. He doesn't get too close, just that still maintains a prudent distance. I leave my purse on one of the worktables, and then it's me who approaches. I look him in the eye and smile while bringing my hands towards his crotch. The first thing I do is touch his package, feel it, exploring its dimensions. I unbutton his pants and put my hand inside, feeling now that it's warm and has real consistency. And even though I'm feeling it above the slip, my mouth is already watering. As I caress his package, the mechanic tries to kiss me, but I evade his lips in time, so he ends up kissing my cheek. Putting my hand in, he grabs it without any obstacle in between. It's already hard and wet, and when I feel my hand wrapping around it, holding it, it gives a jolt. Without letting go of it, I search for his lips and kiss him, then get down in front of him and pull his pants down to his knees. He rubs his face all over my bulge, smelling it, feeling it, and pulling his underwear off with one tug, making me make the cock jump right in front of my face. I grab it as it flies by and give it a long and intense suck. I let go and start kissing her sides, feeling on my lips that pulsation that's so pleasant for me. The mechanic is well-armed, with a cock that, although not as long, does have considerable thickness. I slide my tongue up and down, licking, kissing each piece, to entertain myself for a good while with his balls, which seem to be filling up from the moment I said I was willing to do anything to get my colleague's car fixed. When I start teasing it, I hear him let out an exclamation. He never could have imagined in his wildest fantasies that one day an executive from Insurance Company would suck his cock right there in his mechanic shop, among disassembled car bodies and motor grease. -Yes... Siiiiii... Siiiiiiii...!- he exclaims as my lips slide around its potent volume. I can feel your strength, your energy, that power that anticipates a superlative enjoyment for me. The treatment included only oral sex, a blow job and my part was fulfilled, but you know how these things are... That's why I didn't make it to the end. I get up and leaving her at a caramel point, I go back to kiss her on the mouth. -Now I want you to grab me...- I say. He doesn't respond anything, he just grabs my booty and presses me against his body to kiss me more intensely. When he lets me go, I start undressing. He stays looking at me, rubbing himself off, while I take off my pants and then the thong first. The floor is cold, so I stay with my shoes on. I turn around and leaning against the truck's hood, I offer him all my backside, which is already soaked. Now it's the mechanic who gets hard behind me, he separates my buttocks and sucks my pussy. I don't see stars, but some other sighs pull me out of it. The best part is when he puts his fingers in and moves them inside, rubbing my clitoris as he moves them. I don't see him, but I sense that when he takes them out, he's sucking on the honey that comes out of me. He leaves for a moment to search for his wallet in his pants and take out a condom. He puts it on, aligning the latex over his vigorous erection, and comes back to me. I'm still reclined against the truck, with my booty lifted and my pussy well open, after the blow job he gave me. The mechanic spits in his hand, and uses that saliva to lubricate his dick. He plants himself behind me, bends down a bit to be at the same height, and puts it in there, where it feels best. A push and... Ahhhhhhh...! An electric current runs through my entire spine, making me shudder and tremble. Then he holds me by the waist with firmness and takes me hard with an arrollador rhythm, making me slap my pussy with each thrust. CHAP... CHAP... CHAP... CHAP... CHAP...!!! I'm so wet. The wet noise of penetration is even stronger than our intense gasps. I like being caught like this, as if it adds a halo of urgency and clandestinity to the moment. A passion that needs to be satisfied. We were just completing a transaction, but in reality, while he was having me, I had already forgotten about insurance, taxis, and even the reason why I was there. All that mattered was enjoying myself, surrendering to this dominant male in every possible way. My breasts, thick and contounding, shake to the rhythm he's imposing from behind, although he soon grabs them and squeezes, not stopping penetration. After an incessant pumping, he pulls out and opens the back door of the truck, telling me to go with him. He lowers the rear seats and leans against the back, with his cock erect. I take off the rest of my clothes and get completely naked, then climb on top of him. He grabs my waist and makes me come, making me roar with pleasure. Caring not to bump my head against the ceiling, I start moving, enjoying it as he goes in and out, although without fully disengaging, vigorous, energetic, imposing. I put my breasts in his face, so he can suck and bite them to his liking. He gives himself a lactation binge, not stopping to entubate me, making me gasp in time with his thrusts. When I feel the first orgasm, I stop and collapse onto his body, exhaling a stifled sigh. -What a good screw you gave yourself, skinny!- he says surprised, without disengaging from me. He stays hard, erect, inflated, with testosterone at its peak. I roll over to my side, and he keeps going, without pause, taking me back to that universe where I'd like to live forever. At one point, he grabs my breasts tightly, squeezes them, and starts coming out. Obviously, he's surprised. -I was a mom recently...- I say between sighs, since, although he wasn't moving, feeling him inside, hard, fat, hot, filled me with sensations Unique, enveloping. What I told him that I had just become a mom seemed to intensify his libido, because there he started drilling into me again, squeezing my breasts even harder. I have another orgasm, now soaking up not only with my intimate fluids but also with the cum that's still coming out like I'm ejaculating through my nipples. When it finally slows down, maybe to recover from such exhaustion or take a new turn, I feel him on top of me without letting go, and giving him my back, I start moving up and down, riding with enthusiasm and frenzy. The mechanic's gasps increase, as do mine, intense, lascivious, unbridled... Again I feel that wave of heat spreading from my sex to my entire body, intoxicating me with pleasure. Then he grabs my waist and starts moving with me, from below, pushing himself with all his might, violent, energetic, wild. Our bodies clash against each other, and in some moments he pushes me so hard, so passionately, that I bounce my head against the truck's ceiling. PUM PUM PUM PUM PUM...!!! We don't give each other a break, pumping ourselves into each other until we practically come at the same time. We didn't say anything, but you know, in those moments and although we're two perfect strangers, our bodies understand each other, and no more than a simple gesture is needed to know what the other wants. And what both of us wanted was to cum together. I collapse onto his, my back against his chest, his hands grasping my boobs, gasping together. Slowly we start breathing normally, recovering from the calm, the sense. -I'll leave your friend's car as new as it is now, you'll see- he assures me while I get up, feeling all sticky, not just from our sweat but also from the cum that had spilled out. The funniest thing is that I'd even forgotten about the car and why we were having sex. -Ah yes, thanks!- I say to him. I say. I get out of the truck and start lifting my clothes off the floor. -Can I go to the bathroom?- I ask, with everything, underwear, shoes, and wallet, piled up between my arms. He tells me where it is, after which he pulls down the cover, spilling a little of the semen-filled one that's there. I go to the bathroom, wash myself, get dressed, and retouch my makeup. When I return to the workshop, the mechanic is already dressed and preparing his tools again. Not even he had washed himself. -Well, then I'll come on Monday with my partner, at first hour, to pick up the car- I say as if nothing had happened. -What's promised is owed, you'll find it looking like a painting, better than new- he confirms. We kiss goodbye and I return to the office. I knew I was going to have to make an extra effort to get it done on time, but after the dust we threw each other...