Garage Gangbang - A Rough Reluctant Gangbang Sex Story

by Mercy Faulk

  I looked up at him again uncertainly, then glanced at my car. He was serious. So my choices were pretty clear: walk home and be carless until I could somehow scrounge up $100, or give him head. Either way I looked at it, I wouldn’t have a job come tomorrow, but if I took his offer, at least I’d have wheels to go on job interviews.

  Breathing deeply to steel my nerves, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. With a grunt of triumph, Jake slipped the tip past my lips. The saliva that had filled my mouth coated his shaft and dribbled down my chin.

  My nipples tightened as each thrust went deeper. Palming the back of my head, Jake pushed himself deep down my throat. I nearly gagged, but managed to open my throat up enough to take him. I slapped at his ass to tell him to back off but he just pounded into me harder and deeper than before. Asshole!

  About to lose my balance as he rammed his cock down my throat, I latched one hand onto a tight butt cheek and the other onto his thigh. It was all I could do to keep my throat relaxed enough to accommodate his girth, but I couldn’t noticing that my nipples were like diamonds and the drool kept coming. It had soaked the top of my shirt as it dribbled down my neck. As much as I didn’t want things to happen like this, I was totally loving it.

  Once I realized this, I steadied myself and slid my hand up to cup his balls. A low growl escaped Jake’s lips and his hips moved faster. I tugged and rolled and cupped his sack as my other hand slowly slipped down his ass cheek.

  I could feel him grow more turgid in my abused mouth, and I knew he was close, so I started humming. That must feel really good to a guy who has his dick jammed down your throat because he voiced a loud groan when I did it.

  As he slammed into my face, I slipped a finger into his crack and gently prodded his asshole. No matter what they say later, guys in the throws of an orgasm always love this little trick, and Jake was no different. He let out a shout and used both hands to bury my face into his crotch as he came. I could feel his hot load burn its way down my throat, and I swallowed as best I could to milk every last drop.

  ~ * ~ * ~

  Jake was outside the shop having a smoke as I tidied myself up in the grungy mirror hanging over the work sink. “You’re a good girl, Ginny,” he was saying through the doorway. “It’s too bad you’re going to lose your job over a stupid catalytic converter.”

  I’d almost forgotten about my predicament, but now that Jake had brought it up again, a darkness swept over me. Yeah, I had a hot encounter with an even hotter mechanic — who knew they made them so sexy? — and I would have my car, but without a passing grade, my job was doomed.

  “And I don’t have to tell you what a fucked up job market it is out there right now, do I?”

  No shit, Sherlock. I’ve been living it for eight months. Instead, I grunted my agreement. Because he was right. There was no telling how long it would be before I fooled someone else into thinking I was qualified for something other than pizza delivery. And I wasn’t even qualified for that because I didn’t have a legal car! It was all just too depressing.

  Jake walked back in shaking his head. “Yup, what a shame.”

  I glared at his muscled back as he picked up my bill, crumpled it into a ball and pretended he was shooting a three-pointer into the garbage can. “All net!” he cried, his hands thrust upward in victory.

  He glanced over to me as he moved to the roll-up door. As his hand reached up for the rope to open it, he paused. “What would you do to keep your job, Ginny?”

  Overwhelmed by Jake’s fresh reminder that I was letting a great job opportunity slip through my fingers, I replied, “What wouldn’t I do is more like it.”

  Hand still stretched up to grab the rope, he turned and gave me an odd smile, a smile that set butterflies flitting around in my tummy. His hand dropped and he stalked over to me, never allowing me to break eye contact. He stepped in close to me so I could breathe him in, feel his heat. My pussy ached and tingled, and the tension that had built up inside me begged for release.

  His rough hands grabbed my hips and pulled them into his before sliding up my back to bury themselves in my hair. My body responded in the most obvious ways. I arched into him pressing my tits against his firm chest. I moaned from my need for him. His hands slithered up and down my small frame, sending bolts of electricity to my core. Hot, full lips sought out mine and our tongues entwined. I nearly came.

  Jake pulled back, leaving me dizzy from desire and shaking with need. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded.

  “I have another proposition for you.”

  I didn’t care what it was if he would just fuck me right there on that nasty auto shop floor. “Anything…” I panted.

  “Be my sex slave for the night and I’ll make sure your car passes smog by morning.”

  My breath caught in my chest. Sex slave? What would that entail? More blowies for sure, but maybe even anal. I’d never tried it before, though plenty of guys had played with my asshole. One or two had tried but I’d always told them no way. And from the hard stare Jake was giving me, I had no doubt anal would be on the menu for the night.

  His hands were roaming my body, making my engorged clit throb. I really, really wanted to fuck this guy, and I really, really wanted to keep my job. If that meant trying anal for the first time, or maybe getting tied up or something, then it would be worth it. Who knows, I thought, maybe I’ll even like it.

  “Yessss,” I breathed. His erection jerked against my belly.

  “Are you sure? It would mean doing absolutely everything I tell you to do, no matter what, or no smog certificate.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want, Jake.” My heart was pounding and a flush had crept over me. I wanted him so much my head was spinning. Had I known what he was planning, I would have run screaming out of that shop. Instead, I lifted my face to his for a deep hard kiss. His tongue jammed into my mouth, much like his cock had a few minutes before. I could still taste him, so I knew he could, too, and that thought drove me into a frenzy.

  The shop’s phone chose that moment to ring. I grunted in frustration when Jake pulled away to answer it. “Hold that thought,” he said as he picked it up and moved to the other side of the shop.

  A moment later, he was back, ravishing my mouth and lifting me onto a worktable. He shoved my skirt up around my waist and ripped my lacy panties from around my hips. “Ouch! Watch it!” I scolded. He paused and gave me the deadliest glare I’d ever seen. Oops, I was his sex slave. He could do whatever he wanted.

  I smiled timidly and apologized. Satisfied, he pushed my knees apart and feasted on the sight of my dripping pussy. He licked his lips like a hungry man eyeing a porterhouse, then pulled my ass forward a bit while pushing my torso back, leaving my entire bottom half hanging off the table. He draped my legs over his shoulders and dove in.

  My hips bucked as his tongue worked my clit. His teeth tugged at my lips. He lapped up every drop of juice with long licks that covered from my tight pucker to the top of my snatch. God, it felt amazing! This was the kind of sex slavery I could learn to love.

  When his fingers started exploring my folds, my abdomen clenched in anticipation. His tongue was dancing on my throbbing nub as he plunged two fingers deep inside me. I cried out, pushing hard into his hand and face, rocking back and forth. In and out and around and around, his fingers sent me toward the edge.

  He continued the assault on my clit as his slick fingers pulled out of me with a slurp and starting circling my virgin asshole. I sucked in a breath, ready for him to touch me there, but afraid of what might come next. As it turned out, I was what came next. One finger slid easily into me, and my head was ready to explode, but when he slipped in the second finger, stretching me out, I clenched and shuddered and tightened myself around him as I came undone. I was kind of surprised I didn’t cut his fingers clean in half with out tightly my sphincter contracted.

  “Mmm, you like that, don’t you, you dirty little slut,” he growled as he pumped his fingers in and out of my ass. I had to admit that I
did. I loved it. What had I been missing all these years? If he’d wanted to, I would have happily received his dick in my ass at that very moment.

  But instead he pulled me from the counter and laid down on the floor, his cock jutting straight into the air. “Strip, then ride me.” It was a command and I didn’t dare disobey — not that I wanted to.

  I tore my clothes off frantically, tossing them into my car so they wouldn’t get dirty, then straddled Jake’s hips. As I lowered myself to my hands and knees, I jiggled my titties in his face temptingly. His head darted forward to suck a nipple into his mouth, drawing a cry from me when his teeth sank into it. I almost slapped him but remembered that I was his plaything, and if I wanted to keep my new job, I’d just keep my mouth shut.

  I lowered hips so the bulging head of his cock was just touching my gushing entrance. Wanting to tease him a little, I pushed down just enough for it to get wet and warm inside me but no farther. I stayed motionless for a moment, with him squirming under me, still sucking on a nipple. Finally he slapped my ass — hard. “Giddyup, cowgirl.”

  I needed no further encouragement. I sank onto the length of his shaft, relishing how perfectly he filled me. We both groaned as I rocked my hips up and down, back and forth. His hands palmed my breasts and my head fell back in delight.

  Jake pulled me down by the shoulders into a kiss. Bolts of electricity shot from my nipples to my core each time they brushed across his bare chest. I braced myself by placing a hand on either side of his head and dropped each tight rosebud into his mouth in succession. Slurp, pop! Slurp, pop!

  His hands skimmed up and down my arms, coming to a rest at my wrists, holding on for support. Each time I slammed down onto him, I came closer and closer to oblivion. Everything around me was obliterated by my drive toward orgasm.

  Hands roamed my body, cupping my tits, rubbing my ass, pinching my nipples. It felt like Jake had grown eight arms — he was an octopus! I was nearly there when I cracked open my eyes and saw Jake’s legs in front of my face. It took a moment for my brain to realize that those couldn’t be Jake’s legs because I was on top of Jake. It must be someone else.

  A jolt of panic ripped through me and I moved to sit upright but Jake’s hands were clamped around my wrists, preventing me from moving. My head whipped around to see what was happening. Two men were rubbing me all over, while a third was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and one leg kicked up behind him, just watching.

  “What’s going on?! Who are you? Jake?” I turned my pleading eyes to my hot mechanic and was met with a cold hard stare. Realization dawned on me. He’d set this up. He’d set me up.

  “Shaddup, skank,” said the short stocky dude in front of me. “You’re gonna take what we give you cuz Jake here told you to. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” He was already tugging his short, thick cock out of his jeans.

  I looked down at Jake again, hoping this was a joke. He just smiled and turned his head pointedly at my car. I followed his gaze and realized I was stuck. Not only had Jake blackmailed me into agreeing to be his sex slave, but he was holding me tightly. Oh, yeah, and I was still teetering on the edge of climax and the thought of stopping now seemed nearly impossible. In fact, Jake was pulsing his shaft inside of me, making small movements in and out, pushing all other concerns out of my brain. He felt so good!

  I found myself clenching my pussy walls around him, meeting his tiny thrusts. Closing my eyes I sighed at the sensation.

  “Look, she’s loves it!” cried the short guy.

  As our movements quickened, a fat dick slapped at my face, demanding access to my mouth. My tongue slicked around my lips at the thought of two men inside me at once. I looked up at the hairy man and asked, “What’s your name?”

  “Roland. Now suck it, cunt.” His abusive talk caused my nipples to tighten and his thick cock made my mouth water. I hated him but I opened up and slurped him into my eager mouth, sucking and moaning as I rode Jake harder and faster.

  “Shit, she’s giving me a hummer!” Roland cried. “I ain’t gonna last long.”

  I hummed and moaned louder in hopes that he’d finish faster and leave me to my hot mechanic. He wasn’t as long as Jake, so taking him all into my mouth was no problem but he was so thick my jaw ached at being stretched.

  The sensation of being filled in two orifices was incredible. Pretty soon they were pounding in rhythm with each other, with Roland’s hands buried in my hair so he could face-fuck me. He had no finesse, just latched on and pounded.

  I didn’t think it could get any better, but then I felt fingers prodding my back door and I moved to the next plateau. I don’t know exactly what the skinny young guy behind me was doing but it was rocketing me toward the edge of reason. The fingers pulled free and something much more substantial took their place at my last remaining entrance.

  “Hmh nuhn,” I groaned against Roland’s cock. No, I’m not ready yet, I screamed in my head.

  The pressure against my pucker was intense as his head forced its way inside, but then it sort of pop in and slid easily in and out of me. I couldn’t believe how good this guy’s dick felt in my ass! The feeling of being stretched was delicious, and not at all painful.

  When all three of them began moving in time with each other, my core tightened and I tumbled over into oblivion. The skinny kid in my ass cried out as I clenched around his dick, pumping harder and faster into me until I felt him squirt inside. He collapsed over my back, panting in my ear for a moment before pulling free.

  Jake didn’t show any signs of slowing, and each time he pounded into me, I seemed to cum again. Again and again and again. It was a neverending orgasm the spun me nearly out of my body.

  Roland, on the other hand, grew stiffer and fatter than I thought possible. My lips were stretched so far they felt like they were tearing with each plunge into my mouth. With a feral grunt, he pulled free and spurted all over my face. It was dripping off my forehead, stinging my eyes, and dribbling across my lips. I lapped up as much as I could, loving the salty taste and relieved that my jaw hadn’t been unhinged in the process.

  Finally, it was just me and my mechanic. Juices spattered loudly on the floor under me as Jake slammed me down on his shaft. Each little orgasm became stronger with every thrust, until waves were washing over me. At nearly the same time, Jake groaned into my hair and I could feel him erupting inside of me. He clutched me to him as his body shook and trembled. I screamed his name and crumpled onto him, convulsing and shuddering until I blacked out.

  ~ * ~ * ~

  When I came to, I found myself curled in a ball on the cold concrete floor. I was lying in a sticky pool of fluid that oozed from every hole. My mind was hazy at first but it slowly dawned on me what had just happened. I moved to sit up and groaned at how my body ached in the most delicious way, as if I’d been used up.

  “Hey, look, Sleeping Beauty is finally comin’ around.” Roland’s gruff voice sent shivers down my spine as I recalled how rough he’d been with me. It was curious that my nipples also stood to attention because of the same thing.

  I heard grunting and the sound of metal on metal. I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jake and the skinny kid tinkering under the hood of my car. I was groggy from sleep and murmured, “What are you doing?”

  Jake poked his head out from under the hood. “Installing your catalytic converter.”

  “Huh?”

  “God, she’s fuckin’ stupid,” Roland laughed.

  Jake sighed patiently. “I told you if you’d be my sex slave for the night, your car would pass smog by morning. It’s not gonna fix itself, ya know. These guys offered to help me out, so I offered them you in exchange.”

  “Y-you mean,” I swallowed hard. “I’m their sex slave, too?”

  “You could look at it like that. I prefer to think we’ve entered into a mutually agreeable contract. Hey, Ginny, this is Finn. He was the one fucking you in the ass.” The skinny guy glanced over at me, his black eyes boring straight through me. I shudde
red in disgust and delight in remembering how good he felt inside me. I nodded at him but his upper lip lifted in a sneer and he turned back to his work.

  “You already met Roland,” Jake chuckled. Roland was reclining in old vinyl bench seat that had been removed from some truck, smoking a stogie. The stench filled my nostrils but for some reason, seeing him with that big fatty in between his fingers reminded me of his thick cock in my mouth. It suddenly flooded with drool. What’s wrong with me?!

  “And that’s Mitch.” Mitch was still leaning against the wall, not moving, just staring at me. “Hey, Mitch, you haven’t had a go yet. You wanna get in on that now?”

  Slowly Mitch eased himself to his full height, and my aching jaw dropped. He was massive. He towered over the others, and was built like a bodybuilder. His long brown hair was pulled into a smooth ponytail that ran down his back. His grey eyes penetrated me, sending waves of desire washing through me. Say yes, please say yes, I thought but didn’t say. I couldn’t let these creeps know just how much I was enjoying myself.

  Mitch sauntered up to where I was huddled on the floor, his cowboy boots clunk-tapping the entire way. The wait was interminable. He finally stopped inches away from me, and his power was even stronger this close up. I nearly fainted from it. Addressing Jake but looking down at me with disdain, he said, “She’s gotta beg for it.” His voice was molten lava.

  My head rocked back like I’d been slapped in the face. Beg?! Was he high? As much as I wanted this bull of a man, there was no way I’d beg him to fuck me. I’d already been fucked by three guys. Who did he think he was? I had to maintain some shred of dignity so I turned away from him with a huff. A low chuckle sounded above my head, and I heard his boots clunk-tapping away from me.

  “Roland,” he said quietly but with authority. “You up for it yet?”

  “Hellz yeah, Mitch.” The stocky bastard grinned like a little kid and jumped up from the seat.