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In the garage, reeking of motor oil and dampness, it was quiet—so quiet that the faint tapping of rain on the roof sounded loud. Brandon was lying under the open hood of his old Honda, which he had been refusing to let die for the past few years. Though, in fact, if anyone saw him now, they probably wouldn’t call him “Brandon,” because that name definitely didn’t fit this gorgeous figure dressed in a short white blouse tied in a knot at the front and a bold red-and-black plaid skirt that ended well above mid-thigh.
He blinked, trying to understand what was happening, and realized that he must have blacked out after hitting his head on the raised hood. His skull was buzzing painfully. Slowly, he lifted himself up, feeling something warm and soft sliding down his shoulders in thin streams, tickling his neck and brushing his skin with some strange, electric sensation. He instinctively turned his head to the side, and that feeling shifted as well, gliding smoothly across his collarbones and brushing his wrist.
— Ugh… fuck… my head — he exhaled, surprised at how suddenly high and ringing his voice had become. The words hung in the air, making Brandon freeze too, because they sounded almost too soft, even “juicy.”
He blinked again, feeling something in his chest shift in an unfamiliar way, pulling slightly forward and down, forcing the fabric of his clothes to stretch tight and press softly against his body. Every breath now felt strangely full, and the fabric moved ever so slightly together with the firm, heavy shapes that seemed to live a life of their own.
Brandon shifted his leg without thinking and, to his sudden surprise, heard a sharp click against the concrete garage floor, the sound echoing in the air. His legs felt wrapped in something smooth and tight, stretching along his skin with every movement, ending in a firm pressure around his thighs. Something thin, taut, and elastic kept pressing in between his ass cheeks, making him tense up slightly each time he changed position.
For a moment, he froze, inhaled again. His head was still buzzing.
— Shit… — he breathed out in a thin, slightly trembling voice and braced his palms on the hood, as if trying to hold on to reality.
At that moment, someone suddenly and firmly grabbed his ass from behind.
— So, baby, ready to keep going? — a low, raspy voice sounded right by his ear.
Brandon jerked, but the grip didn’t loosen.
— Hey! — he spun around sharply and saw a bald man smirking at him. He recognized him instantly. It was that same porn actor from the video Brandon had been watching right before heading into the garage to fix his “Betty.” It was while watching that video that he remembered the car urgently needed repairs and rushed over here. But on the way, he couldn’t shake the start of that hot scene from his mind. Still, the car had to be fixed—Brandon was a man of action.
His breath caught. Brandon glanced around and realized this wasn’t his garage—where the familiar shelves with rusty wrenches and broken headlights should have been, now stretched shiny chrome racks neatly stacked with new tools. The floor was spotless, the concrete smooth, not a single crack.
— What… what the… — he started to ask, but at that moment the man behind him slid his hand up his thigh, just above the hem of the skirt, and pulled him close.
— Thanks for the repair. Now fix me, baby — the bald man’s hand slid higher, between his legs, and Brandon let out a soft yet sweet moan, like a real actress from that movie.
— God… — slipped quietly from his lips, and he instantly realized he had said it as if still moaning, his whole body trembling. His heart was pounding. He wanted to push him away, but his arms wouldn’t obey.
— I… I’m not… — he tried again, and right away heard how the tremble in his voice came out sounding way too… aroused. The words seemed to melt into the sweet warmth spreading through his body, every breath coming deeper than he wanted.
— Not what, baby girl? — the bald man leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing his ear, while his hand, already caressing the throbbing pussy, stroked and moved with growing intensity. — Can’t wait?
— I… — his voice broke into a short, raspy gasp, — I’m not…
But he couldn’t finish. Every word drowned in rhythmic waves of heat rolling upward from below, each movement of the bald man’s fingers driving his pulse to madness...Full story (8 500 characters - 2 parts including some minor explicit content) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon