My Pussy Pays Bills – How Could The Greasy Monkey Refuse?

My tight pussy pays bills – show me a man that can resist THAT!

 

I had trouble starting my car this morning and it reminded me of the last time I needed repairs. I took my car to the local garage. The mechanic was a young guy who’d just opened his own place. He was a typical English grease monkey with a cocky attitude, dirty fingernails, and oil-stained overalls. And he had NO idea that my pussy pays bills!

I like getting bent over and fucked hard from behind by a bit of rough, so I didn’t mind his flirting. He blatantly checked out my breasts and stared at my perfectly outlined camel toe as I was wearing Daisy Duke shorts leaving little to the imagination. So, I let him look, hoping that he’d give me a better service and not try to rip me off.

I went back the following day to collect my car and felt my heart race as I approached the garage. Last night, when my husband fucked me, I’d closed my eyes and pretended it was the grease monkey slamming his hard cock into me. I was already fantasising about paying with my pussy. I imagined myself dropping to my knees and sucking him off in exchange for a free service because my pussy pays bills.

My husband has plenty of money and never questions my spending habits.

 

But I just like getting stuff for free and love using my body to get what I want. I don’t care if I’m a naughty wife cheating because my pussy pays bills. I’d dressed in my shortest skirt, with no panties or bra. Even if the mechanic couldn’t service me, I planned to tease him with a few glimpses of my perfectly tight pussy.

We were alone in the garage and the unshaven grease monkey eyed me up again. As he showed me the repairs, I brushed against him. In case he didn’t get the hint, I let my fingertips brush against his crotch. He pushed me back against the bonnet of my car and kissed me roughly. Then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and thrust his hand up my short skirt.

The mechanic’s overalls smelled of motor oil and cigarette smoke. His stubble rubbed against my neck and I felt his fingers roughly caress my sensitive inner thigh. I didn’t want his grease and swarfega-stained fingers in my pussy. Instead, I wanted his cock inside me. I reached down and pulled his hand away. “Never mind that, fuck me hard. Do it right now!”

My pussy pays bills! Cash, cheque, card, or pussy? 

 

The mechanic pulled his hard cock out of his dirty overalls and pulled me towards him. I felt a thrill as the head of his cock pressed against my pussy lips, then gasped as he pushed into me. I was the wettest I’d ever been and he fucked me hard. Sprawled back on the bonnet of my car, my pussy pays bills, just as it was intended to do. I imagined my husband sitting in his office at work. “Fuck me from behind you bastard, fuck me like a slut!”.

The grease monkey rolled me over onto my stomach and thrust his rock-hard cock back into my cunt. I gasped and panted as he pounded into me, pulling my hair and calling me a slut and a whore. The thought that somebody could walk into the garage at any moment, and catch us in the act thrilled me and terrified me at the same time. The mechanic fucked me even harder and faster and I sensed that he was almost ready to cum.

I reached under my stomach and rubbed my clit hard with my fingertips. Just because I was paying with my pussy didn’t mean that I wasn’t going to cum too. I closed my eyes and thrust back against the pounding dick that filled my slit. As the first wave of orgasm shuddered through me, I screamed out loud in pleasure. The mechanic jerked my head back by my hair and gasped as he shot his load inside me.

My pussy pays bills and there’s no better currency…

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