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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for adults in
locations in which it is legal. If it is illegal in your location, DO NOT
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The Garage
By Richard
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Part 1
You were returning from a week's vacation in Chicago when the car
began acting funny and you pulled into a little roadside garage. There was no one in sight, excpet
for two guys who were playing cards. They were wearing jeans low on the hips and button-up shirts.
One of them hadn't shaved that day. He had stubble on his chin and above his lips. It was nearly
dusk, closing time, when you pulled up and asked them to look at your car.
While they popped the hood youwent over to the machine and got a coke. You noticed them eyeing
your legs up and down--furtive glances when they thought you weren't observing them. One of the
men--he says his name is John--tells you what is wrong with your car and what needs to be done to it
but all the while he's talking he's staring at your chest. You feel slightly uneasy but you tell
yourself that's just you being silly.
John asks for the keys to your car so he can drive it into the garage and you hand them over. He
drives inside and leaves you standing outside with his coworker, who introduces himself as Matt.
Matt makes chit-chat for a few minutes with you about nothing in particular and then John calls him
inside the garage. You don't know that they're hatching a plan for the weekend while they're in
there. They've taken your suitcases and hidden them. They're discussing what they're going to do to
you...all while you're just standing outside, sipping your coke and wondering how long the repairs
will take.
They call you inside. They inform you that they can't fix your car that night, so they've taken
the liberty of putting your suitcases away somewhere safe. You can stay with them for the
night...there aren't any motels for miles. You tell them you'd rather be going, thank you, could you
have your suitcases back, please? Both men smile at you in a way that gives you the cold shivers.
Fear or arousal? Both? You don't know. You're startled and confused.
"Why don't you stay and have a beer?" says Matt.
"Stay and have...a little fun?" whispers John, who has circled behind you and now speaks directly
into your ear. You jerk and shiver again. Your situation seems to be out of your control. Matt
stands directly in front of you and John inches ever closer to you from behind. You can feel his
breath on the back of your neck. In a bolder move, he presses up against your ass. You can feel a
hard cock.
...but I can't do this...you think...I can't do this...I don't even know these people...
John presses up against you again. You're ashamed of yourself for even thinking of staying and
"having a little fun"...ashamed of yourself for finding yourself aroused. Matt goes to a fridge and
gets three cans of beer. John continues to press against you and then he asks "Been laid recently?
Tell the truth..." and he reaches around and cups one or your breasts with his hand. You can't
believe you allow him to do so. That you don't stop him. That you say nothing, not even no. He
squeezes your breast. "C'mon, answer the question..." he squeezes harder. You finally manage to
squeak, "No." in response.
"Did you hear that, Matt?" he asks, when Matt returns with the beer. "Poor thing hasn't bee
laid in a long time. A shame...bet a girl like you could fuck all night long."
John stepped away. He and Matt take a seat at the card table and ask you to show them what
you've got. "Let's see that nice body of yours...looks like you've got a nice pair of tits
there..." You hear the comments, blush and, without really knowing why, obey. You lift up your
white short sleeved shirt you had borrowed from your sister and slip it off, then stand in front of
them in your bra and shorts. The men lean back in their chairs casually and sip their beer and watch
you strip.
You drop the shirt to the grimy concrete floor, unzip your shorts and let them fall down to your
ankles, stepping out of them. You thought about how nasty youfelt, standing there in that garage in
front of two strangers, wearing only your panties and bra. You felt the dampness in your panties as
you slid them down your thighs and over your feet. You push off your shoes at the same time, your
sockless feet feeling the cold floor for the first time. You undid your bra and stood there naked
for a few moments. Their eyes watching you, inspecting your body. Then they told you to turn
around, bend over, show them every angle, every inch. Told you to hold your breasts out for them.
And you did it. Every single thing.
As you bent and turned and showed off your body they asked you embarassing questions--do you like
cock, baby? Can you take two cocks at once, do you like it up the ass?? and on and on. You twist
and bend and turn and answer their questions. What a slut you must be...they say...and you have to
agree, given the fact that you're doing naked gymnastics for the benefit of two men you've know for
about thirty minutes. And getting wet about it. "Can you suck cock good?" they ask...
John stands up, walks over to you and presses you down to your knees. He unzips his pants and
pulls his long cock out. He places a hand behind your head and pushes your mouth on his hard, hard
cock. The cement beneath your knees is clammy, dirty and greasy. Yet there you were, kneeling naked
downon such a filthy floor with a stranger's cock in your mouth while another man watches, unzips his
jeans and takes out his cock as well.
In front of you, all you can see is public hair. When you hear the whirrr of Matt's zipper you
glance sideways and see he has his cock in his hand. He winks at you and smiles as he stokes up and
down. Getting it ready for you...John's cock goes in and out of your mouth. He holds your head
steady and you struggle to suck and swish your tongue around each time he thrusts in. John tells you
to suck it, suck it hard, take it deep... You are squirming, excited, your pussy on fire. You can't
stop yourself from sliding a hand up to your pussy lips. You rub your clit while you suck and drool.
A mouthful of sperm cascades down your throat and, without a moment's pause, John's cock was
replaced by Matt's. You come twice while sucking Matt and swallowing his cum, your fingers sloppy
with your spend. When Matt is finished, John replaces him. This time John has you suck and lick him
slowly...he doesn't want to cum in your mouth this time. He pulls out of your mouth and pushes you
back onto the cold hard floor, then jets his cum over belly and tits. Your moans and cries echo
throughout the garage