The Garage Arrangement
The sun sank low over Mark’s Auto Shop, casting a golden glow across the lot as Cindy and Lena rolled in with their sedan coughing and sputtering. Cindy stepped out first, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, her tight white crop top clinging to her full, heavy breasts. Denim shorts hugged her hips, accentuating her long, toned legs. Lena followed, her petite frame brimming with restless energy. Her sundress outlined her perky curves, dark curls framing a face flushed with frustration. “Great,” Lena muttered, giving the car’s tire a half-hearted kick. “They’re broke, and this thing’s toast.” “Relax,” Cindy said smoothly, her voice laced with confidence. She tugged at her top, a subtle gesture that drew eyes to her chest.
Mark emerged from the garage, wiping his hands on a rag. Tall and rugged, with broad shoulders and a stubbled jaw, he carried an easy strength. His unbuttoned work shirt revealed a tanned, muscled chest, and his jeans hinted at a solid frame. He studied the women, curiosity mingling with interest. “Alternator’s fixed,” he announced, his voice deep and even. “She runs smooth now, but it’s $600.” Lena’s eyes widened. “Six hundred? They don’t have anywhere near that!” Cindy stepped closer, her hips swaying faintly. “Any chance you’d consider… another form of payment?” Her tone teased, her smile playful yet suggestive. Mark arched an eyebrow, tossing the rag aside. “Serious?” He glanced between them—Lena’s nervous fidgeting, Cindy’s bold stare. “I’m listening. What’s the offer?” Cindy’s grin widened. “Something fun for everyone, an FFM threesome. You’ve been working hard—maybe they could brighten your day?” Lena bit her lip, glancing at Cindy. “She’s not actually suggesting this, is she?” “Why not?” Cindy replied, eyes fixed on Mark. “He’s attractive, they’re in a jam, and it could be fun. Is she in?” Lena hesitated, then nodded slowly, a flush creeping up her neck. “Okay. But let’s keep it… fair.” Mark smirked, gesturing toward the garage. “Fair’s my style. Come on.”
Inside, the air carried the gritty scent of oil and metal, a raw backdrop to the tension simmering between them. Mark led them to a worn leather couch in the back, settling down and patting the space beside him. “Get comfortable,” he said, his voice low with anticipation as he unzipped his jeans, revealing a thick, hard length that pulsed with need. Cindy moved first, peeling off her crop top to free her large breasts, nipples already taut. She shed her shorts, exposing a smooth, glistening core. “Like what you see?” she asked, hands tracing her curves. “Damn right,” Mark said, stroking himself as he watched. “You too, Lena. Show me.” Lena’s hands shook as she slipped off her sundress, letting it pool on the floor. Her small, firm breasts stood proud, nipples tight, and her panties followed, revealing a neatly trimmed patch above her slick folds. She stood exposed, vulnerable yet aroused, as Mark’s gaze swept over her. “Beautiful,” he murmured, beckoning them closer. Cindy straddled his lap, guiding him to her entrance. She sank down slowly, a moan escaping as he filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate him. “He feels so good,” she gasped, hips rocking, her breasts swaying with each motion. Mark groaned, hands gripping her thighs. “She’s incredible.” He turned to Lena, who lingered nearby, her breath quickening. “Come here—I want to taste her wet pussy.” Lena climbed onto the couch, straddling his face. Mark’s tongue darted between her folds, lapping at her sensitive bud with hungry strokes. She whimpered, clutching the backrest as he explored her, his mouth warm and relentless. “Oh, yes,” she panted, grinding against him as pleasure tightened within. Cindy rode him harder, her wetness coating him. “He likes this, doesn’t he? Two women all over him?” She leaned forward, pressing her breasts to his chest, and he kissed her deeply, tasting her moans as their bodies synced. Lena shuddered, her first climax hitting swiftly. “She’s… she’s coming,” she cried, thighs trembling as Mark’s mouth worked her, drawing out every pulse. He savored her release, groaning into her as Cindy’s tight heat pushed him toward the edge. “Switch with me,” Cindy said, breathless. She slid off, and Mark guided Lena onto him. Her smaller frame took him slowly, her tightness gripping him. “He’s got an amazing big cock,” she gasped, rocking cautiously at first, then faster as she found her rhythm. Cindy knelt beside them, kissing Lena’s neck, her hands roaming her friend’s body. Mark thrust up into Lena, steady and deep, hands on her hips. “She feels amazing,” he said, voice rough. Cindy’s fingers dipped between her own thighs, rubbing herself as she watched, her moans mingling with Lena’s. “Turn around,” Mark directed, easing Lena off. He positioned them both on their knees, backsides raised. He entered Cindy first, plunging into her soaked core from behind, his thrusts firm and unyielding. She cried out, pushing back to meet him, her breasts swaying. “Yes, just like that,” she begged, fingers digging into the couch.
Lena watched, touching herself, until Mark switched, sliding into her with a groan. Her tight walls clenched around him, and he moved deeply, hands gentle but firm on her hips. “She’s so good,” he murmured, pace quickening as her moans grew louder. Cindy slid beneath Lena, her tongue flicking at Lena’s sensitive bud as Mark thrust, their bodies a tangled, heated mess. Lena’s second climax tore through her, her cries echoing as Cindy’s tongue and Mark’s rhythm overwhelmed her. “Oh, God, yes!” she screamed, trembling between them. Mark withdrew, his arousal throbbing. “On their backs,” he said, voice strained. Cindy and Lena lay side by side, legs parted, as he stroked himself above them. “He’s close—where do they want the cumshot?” “Everywhere,” Cindy purred, and Lena nodded, breathless. He released hard, thick streams splashing cum across their breasts, stomachs, and faces. Cindy caught some on her tongue, swallowing with a satisfied hum, while Lena let it drip down her chin, dazed and sated. They collapsed together, panting, the air heavy with the scent of fresh cum. Cindy stretched, unbothered by the mess, while Lena grabbed her dress, still trembling. Mark leaned back, catching his breath, a grin tugging at his lips.
“Bill’s covered,” he said, zipping up. “They’re something else.” Cindy laughed, wiping her face. “Easiest fix they’ve ever pulled off.” Lena smoothed her hair, blushing. “Let’s just… keep this between them.” “Deal,” Mark said, tossing them the keys. “Drive safe. Come back anytime.” Cindy winked as they headed out. “They might.” The car hummed to life, and as they drove off, the heat of their encounter lingered, a secret sealed in the engine’s purr.
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