by Bridy McAvoy
She raised her hand palm up to remonstrate with him but saw the smile on his face and realized the futility of the gesture.
“So you expect me to… how shall we say… put out to get my car back?”
He spread his hands in a gesture of innocence, but the chuckles from behind me gave him away.
“You said it. Ms. Wilkinson. Not me. I would never actually suggest such a thing.”
The rose color of her cheeks deepened, she could feel her heart pounding faster.
“It’s what you meant though isn’t it?”
Her stare was challenging, but she knew she was displaying her signs of her own arousal, her own possible submission to his unvoiced demand.
“The door Andy.”
Behind her she heard one of the mechanics scurry across the floor, and this was immediately followed by the squeal of the roller door being lowered, shutting off the outside world, her last chance of escape.
She watched as Steve slowly moved to the end of the counter and moved around to stand in front of her, leaning back on its edge and smiling at her from a much closer distance.
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“So why don’t you hand me the jacket, after all you won’t want to get grease on it and end up with a dry cleaning bill will you?”
She jumped a little at his question, a shiver running down her back.
“So you don’t mind getting me covered in grease but you want to protect my clothes?”
He chuckled.
“That won’t be a problem, we have plenty of Goop to get you clean, but it wouldn’t work on your suit.”
She stood there looking at him.
“Your jacket,” he held out his hand.
She tried to maintain eye contact with him as her hands moved to the top one of the three buttons holding her jacket closed, quickly flicking it through the button hole before descending to the next one.
“You’re going to settle the bill?”
“Exactly as we said Ms. Wilkinson.”
Shrugging the now open jacket off her shoulders she allowed it to slip down her arms before catching it with her hands and passing it to him. He laid it carefully on the counter top and returned his gaze to her. She shivered as his eyes roamed over her silk camisole top, knowing it was cut low enough to expose some cleavage, and aware that her nipples were poking points into the thin fabric. Behind her the other mechanics shifted uneasily, obviously wanting a view of her too.
“For the same reason I think you should hand me your skirt now. I think you should turn around though first. Andy and Mike would like to see what you are offering just as much as I want to.”
Vanessa bit her lip but complied with his instruction. She could feel the two pairs of eyes devouring her chest as she reached behind herself to unhook the catch at the top of the zip on her skirt. As she did so she realized the movement of her arms simultaneously pushed her breasts out and stretched the fabric tautly across them. She blushed as the two men whistled softly in appreciation of the show.
The skirt was tight and she had to wiggle to ease it off her hips, realizing immediately that this shook her breasts at the two mechanics. She blushed even harder but finally eased the skirt all the way down and stepped out of it, before turning to face Steve once more. He placed it on top of the jacket and turned back to her once more.
“I suppose you want me to complete the strip for you then? If so shouldn’t there be some music?”
He chuckled at her show of defiance but instead of answering he stood straighter and with a couple of short strides crossed the intervening space between them. She had to crane her neck slightly to keep her eyes on his face.
“No, we prefer to do any unwrapping ourselves don’t we lads?”
Behind her the two mechanics laughed and she heard them take a couple of steps closer.
“Tell me Ms. Wilkinson are you wearing tights or thigh highs?”
She blushed, almost cursing herself for choosing to wear the sexier hold ups this morning, but stopped herself as she realized it wasn’t going to matter anyway.
His hand shot out, moving suddenly and she felt it land on the outside of her thigh, travelling smoothly down to caress her leg.
“Thigh highs boys!”
His other hand moved to the outside of her other thigh, caressing her legs thorough the half-slip that matched her camisole top. He exerted a little pressure and she took an involuntary half step forward bringing her upturned face to within a few inches of his. He lowered his face the last couple of inches necessary and brushed her lips with his, gently, and then again. His hands moved again, with one now circling her waist and the other pressing against the small of her back through the camisole. Belatedly she realized his hands were still covered in grease and oil and that dirt was now transferring to her remaining clothes.
Pulling her body close to his he kissed her again, harder this time and then as he released the pressure on her lips slightly his tongue flicked out to tease hers which were still closed. Steve closed his eyes and continued to flick his tongue over her lips tantalizing her, trying to get her to open her own to respond to his kiss. She stared up into his face for a couple of seconds and then bowed to the inevitable, allowed her eyes to close as her lips slowly parted. Instantly his crushed down onto hers in a powerful embrace of their own, she could feel his jaw working as he ground them down onto hers, his tongue now flickering in past her teeth in search of her own.
With her eyes closed it was easier to forget her surroundings, forget her circumstances and at first unwillingly and then more and more willingly she began to respond to the kiss. Behind her his hands were moving, the arm around her waist dropping lower to allow his hand to rest on the out swelling of the top of her ass. The other hand moved to the narrow opening between the hem of her camisole and the waistband of the slip before moving inside and resting firmly on her naked back. She stiffened at the touch and then relaxed again.
Vanessa realized his kiss was affecting her and when both of his hands moved to cup her buttocks pulling her tight against his rapidly hardening manhood, she felt the first telltale sign of her own excitement, as her fluids began to dampen the crotch band of her panties. He broke the kiss for a moment and stepped back a little allowing herself to look down. Horrified she realized that the camisole had been mashed and ground against the front of his overalls and was covered in grease and oil stains, ruined. She looked further down to see her half-slip was in the same condition.
“You should see the handprints on the back Ms. Wilkinson. Very becoming.”
The ribald laughter of the otherwise uninvolved watchers made her realize how tightly he had been clutching her cheeks and she could visualise those hand prints without seeing them for herself.
“I’m afraid your clothing has got a little grubby sweetie, so I suggest we remove them before they get completely ruined.”
“They’re ruined already!” Vanessa snapped back, biting her lip at the thought of losing the protection they offered.
“So you won’t mind losing them will you? Arms above your head sweetie, arms up.”
Resigned now to the inevitable and feeling shame at the way her body was responding she raised her hands into the air above her head. Quick as a flash Steve grabbed the hem of the camisole and jerked it up and over her head in a single smooth motion, exposing her breasts to his eyes.
His lips pursed in a soundless whistle as he stared, mesmerised, at the twin globes, surmounted by long erect nipples pointing directly at him.
“I knew you were pretty Ms. Wilkinson, but not this pretty.”
With that he leaned in and his lips fastened unerringly on one nipple while this hand cupped the other naked breast, leaving her to fumble and complete the removal of her camisole. The touch of his lips was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through her nerve endings. Nerve endings that became inflamed when he pinched her nipple between his teeth whilst tweaking and pinching the other between his fingers.
Her head fell back and she let out a hal
f stifled moan as he continued to play with her breasts. This was the signal the other two men had been waiting for and they moved in close behind her. Steve was playing with one breast with one hand and cupping the other with his other one as he nibbled at the nipple. Suddenly Vanessa became aware of two other pairs of hands touching her, one caressing her back, the other lower, making circling movements on her backside.
Suddenly one of those pairs of hands grasped the waistband of her half-slip and almost savagely jerked it downwards, in the process snagging her panties and dragging them downwards too. She stepped out of the now discarded slip without really thinking and a moment later repeated the movement as her panties also hit the floor at her feet. For the first time in her life Vanessa was naked in the presence of three men, except for her stockings of course, but she knew they didn’t count.
Steve continued to nuzzle at her nipple but his hand now dropped to take advantage of his comrades’ actions and Vanessa shuddered into a small orgasm as his fingers combed through the tiny triangle of blonde hair above her slit before settling directly on the length of her slit. The force of her reaction was enough to make her legs weak and as the three men supported her weight between them she helplessly allowed her legs to spread apart. The access thus granted was immediately taken advantage of and she felt Steve roughly push one of his fingers deep inside her whilst the hands of the other men continued to massage and knead her naked flesh. She was panting, totally out of control of the situation now, her need driving her remorselessly towards a much more shattering, more satisfying climax.
She screamed out her passion as the waves of pleasure coursed through her and literally collapsed into the arms of the three mechanics surrounding her.
“I think she’s ready, don’t you Steve?”
Vanessa registered the words, the first time Mike had spoken, but couldn’t quite understand the meaning as the three men, half carried, half led her over to the customer waiting area. She had refused to sit on the furniture earlier but as they stretched her out along the grubby couch she knew she wasn’t going to be sitting exactly. Mike, well that’s who she thought it was, moved to a position behind the couch and leaned over began to caress her breast with his oily hand. Andy knelt on the other side performing the same service to her other tit. Steve had opened the front of his overalls and fished out his erect cock which he was now rubbing along the inside of her spread open legs. She watched through heavy lidded eyes as he slowly positioned himself at the wet opening to her body. Finally the searing heat of his end touched the outer lips of her pussy and involuntarily her over-stimulated body thrust up to meet his downward movement.
He slid all the way in, in one single movement, her sopping wet slit accepting him easily and completely, she gasped as she felt his balls swing into contact with her skin as he completed the thrust. Her hips had risen to meet him and now as they dropped he withdrew most of the way only to slam into her again. Again her hips rose and the two quickly established a rhythm. All the while the other two mechanics were caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples keeping her reactions tuned to a high pitch.
The continued stimulation was too much for her and she quickly climbed into an orgasm that racked her entire body. As she climaxed the spasms of her muscles contracted and pulsed around Steve’s cock buried deep inside of her. This took him past the point of no return and a few seconds after her orgasm subsided she was aware of his end swelling and when he slammed hard into her once more the inside of her vagina was coated as spurt after spurt left him.
When she made love to her husband he tended to stay inside of her until he softened but Steve didn’t, he pulled straight out and lifted himself clear of her obscenely splayed legs. This puzzled her for a moment but when she felt Mike move to take his place she realized why. She opened her eyes to look up at the leering face above her, opened her mouth to protest and then he slammed into her as hard as his boss had done. The scream was one of passion rather than protest and as he established a rhythm that suited them both she began to respond much as she had with Steve.
Mike couldn’t last long either, and his place was taken by Andy who proceeded to bring her to another screaming orgasm before adding his own load to her overflowing pussy before pulling out and standing away from her. Slowly she came back to the present to find the three men gazing down at her sated body.
She looked down to find she was covered in grease and oil marks from their hands and overalls.
“I can’t go home like this…”
Steve smiled.
“Don’t worry we’ve got plenty of Goop, that’ll get you clean, won’t it boys?”
As she struggled to get up, Steve paced a hand on her shoulder holding her still.
“Don’t worry about it; we got you dirty so allow us to get you clean again.”
He held her there as the other two rapidly stripped off her shoes and the stockings which had slumped down to her ankles anyway. Pushing her shoes back on the three then helped her up and guided her to the nearest car ramp. The sexual experience of the last few minutes had left her somewhat bemused, shaky and not really up to stopping them as they raised the ramp to about five feet high and then used her discarded stockings to tie her wrists to the two parts of the lift, with her standing in between.
“What… what are you doing?”
“It’s okay sweetie, it’s okay… this stuff,” he brandished a tub of Goop in front of her, “will get you clean but it’ll play havoc with your nail varnish. So we’ve got your hands clear of it, that’s all.”
In her still confused state that made sense then she felt hands on her from behind, one pair smoothing something onto her arms, the other onto her legs. Her eyes flew wide in alarm.
“Ssshhh… I told you we’ll get you cleaned up. You might even enjoy the experience.”
Vanessa slowly relaxed as she realized the two were using their own tubs of Goop to smear it onto her arms and legs and then slowly massaging it over her skin. After a couple of minutes she realized the feel of the thick syrupy liquid and the massaging movements were actually quite pleasant.
Mike and Andy were quite expert at what they were doing, soon they had her lower arms and legs clean and moved inwards, now working on her upper arms and the back of her thighs. The pleasurable relaxation from the massage quickly became pleasurable arousal as the men slowly worked into the center of her body. By the time one of them, Andy she thought, was massaging Goop into her ass cheeks to remove the grime there she was beginning to pant.
“So you’re enjoying that then?”
She looked at Steve who had so far not taken part in the cleaning process.
She stared at him in horror as he raised a small compact camera and quickly fired off several shots of her standing there, secured and from the front at least still filthy.
“Just a little souvenir for the office to show to any other customer what happens if they can’t pay their bill.”
Before she could reply he had smothered his own hands with Goop and was massaging it into her breasts. When his fingers rubbed the Goop across her sensitive nipples she gasped. With Andy now working on the inside of her thighs and Mike having moved around working on the front of her legs, her head lolled back and her eyes closed as she moaned. Using the web between his finger and thumb Steve stripped the now dirty Goop off of her breasts one at a time. The skin dragged over her erect nipples causing her to gasp and moan in pleasure again. As Andy moved higher and higher up her legs she reflexively opened them to allow him access to the tender flesh just below her pussy.
With all three working on her erogenous zones, the photos were forgotten and before she could summon up the energy to stop it she came again. Her hands tied to the lift supported her otherwise she would have fallen to the dirty floor negating all their hard work.
Vanessa finally regained control and opened her eyes. The three mechanics had shucked their dirty overalls and now stood there looking at her, dressed in their street clothes.
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p; “Can I go now?”
She dropped her eyes to the level of their crotches to see the very evident large bulges there; they had enjoyed the clean up as much as she had.
Steve untied her hands form the lift and led her, still naked over to her car, opening the back door and guiding her to lie across the back seat with her legs hanging out, lewdly spread. She made no protest as he guided himself into her and fucked her once more. Followed by the other two mechanics in turn.
As Mike came in her, she fainted as yet another orgasm ripped through her body. When she came to she was sitting in the driver’s seat of her car dressed in her work suit once more and parked outside of the darkened garage.
Was it a dream? She wondered only to realize an instant later she was stark naked under the suit and her very dirty soiled clothing lay in a heap in the passenger foot well. She shuddered at the memory, feeling the fluids leaking out of her, soaking into her skirt. Turning, Vanessa looked at the back seat of the car to see a large wet spot staining the upholstery. She turned back and a small card tucked into the sun visor caught her eye.
She read it in disbelief.
Fantasies Incorporated – The Dance
By: Bridy McAvoy
All rights reserved
Copyright © Dec. 2009, Bridy McAvoy
Cover Art Copyright © Oct 2009, Brightling Spur
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