A few months ago, I had some car troubles that, as they tend to do, led to more and more issues. I get my car work done at a small, local place, wanting to help out the community, but their prices do tend to get a bit high. I went in for what I hoped was the final time on my lunch break. The man behind the counter, the only one left behind while the rest of the shop took their lunch, looked less than thrilled to be there. Still, I did catch him giving me a once over as I came in. It was a work day, so I wasn’t slutted up or anything, but I know how to put together an outfit, with a simple knee length skirt showing off plenty of pale skin, my auburn hair pulled back, my makeup done with bold red lipstick, and while I wasn’t dressing to show off my C-cups, I certainly wasn’t trying to hide them.

I made polite conversation with the man behind the counter, Jerry, as he pulled up my bill. I’m not sure if I hadn’t heard correctly when they called me, or if the price I’d been told was piled on top of the other problems they’d found, but the price was much, MUCH higher than I’d anticipated. He must have noticed the shock on my face, because he quickly started listing off prices and fees. I told him that I was sure it was all accounted for, but I didn’t have the money. I asked if they had a payment plan, and he started to ramble off some excuse as to why I didn’t qualify or they didn’t offer anything like that, but I wasn’t listening.

I NEEDED my car.

So I cut him off and asked him if the car was fully fixed and running properly. He told me that they had fixed everything they knew was wrong with it, as well as rotating the tires, topping off various fluids, air filter, etc.

So I told him I’d suck his dick.

He was clearly caught off guard, so I repeated myself. If he could cut the price for me, I’d suck his dick. He stared at me for a moment, then his eyes darted to the clock on the wall. He was mine. Looking at the clock told me that he was already crunching the numbers, trying to come up with reasons not to. I leaned over the counter and whispered that I would be done by the time his coworkers came back, that no one had to know. His breath was shallow and ragged, I almost expected him to blow his load before anything happened. He started fidgeting with his wedding ring and stammering out an excuse. I softly shushed him.

No one. Had. To. Know.

He looked like he hated himself. He looked like he wanted to say no. Like he NEEDED to say no. But he didn’t. Instead, he told me to meet him out back. I nodded. I knew we were on security camera, that I couldn’t be seen following him back. So I left, much like I’d come in, as if nothing was wrong. Then, I turned the corner, walked through the gravel and weeds, over the rusty “Employees Only” chain, and back to the back door, where Jerry was waiting nervously, fidgeting with his ring. He somehow seemed to get more and less tense when he saw me. I do tend to have that effect.

Approaching him, I set my purse down on a nearby barrel. The smell of oil and grease were thick in the air, but it wasn’t the dirtiest place I’d ever blown someone. He started to tell me that he wasn’t sure about this, but I pointed out that, if he wasn’t sure, he wouldn’t have come back there. I told him that, if he really wanted to, he could go back inside and I’d find some other way to get the money that would be far less for him. He didn’t budge. So I told him that I would bet him the full price I owed that I could make him cum in under five minutes.

Those were the magic words. Whatever hangups were still holding on in his brain let go, and his hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, pulling it free, unbuttoning his pants unzipping his fly, and pulling them down in a series of fluid movements. He was already hard, which made my five minute deadline easier. Not that I can’t take a guy from limp to wheezing for air as he dumps his load down my throat in five minutes, but I appreciated the head start. He wasn’t huge, maybe on the upper end of average length and girthy. I settled down on my haunches, not wanting to scuff my knees on the concrete and gravel, and gently blew over the tip. He gasped out and clenched his fists. I could have had him shooting ropes in 30 seconds, but I’m a lady. I had five minutes, and I was going to make sure he knew that he was getting his money’s worth.

I wrapped my slender fingers around the base and applied pressure, just enough to keep things under control. I gently kissed the tip of his cock, savoring the salty taste of his precum that mingled with the thick smell of sweat and exhaust. I planted a series of kisses down the side of his shaft, squeezing harder at his base as he twitched violently and grunted. I can only imagine how rarely his wife gave him that kind of attention. I ran my red lips up and down the length of his shaft, drawing a steady stream of whimpers from him. I pulled back, tickling the head with the tip of my tongue before planting a long, lingering wet kiss on it, swirling my tongue around it slowly, the more quickly. I then pursed my lips tightly, then pushed forward, allowing him to break the tight seal, taking every bulging vein and irregularity at a steady pace.

As I reached the base, his full, twitching length buried in my mouth, my nose pressed against his wiry pubes, my lips pressed against my still-squeezing fingers, I looked up at him. We made eye contact for a brief moment, before I sucked hard, my cheeks sinking in as I pulled back, my tongue pressing hard against the underside of his cock, pressing it against the roof of my mouth in a snug fit that sent his eyes rolling back. I released my fingers, letting his cock wave freely as I let the head go with a loud pop. I’d anticipated giving him more, finishing him off with a fast, expertly administered blowjob, but it was too much for him. When I let him pop free, his cock bounced in place, and on the first upward bounce, he roared out and sent a pearly white shot over my face, hitting the side of my chin, reaching up over my clenched mouth, nose, just narrowly missing my eye. The next had less power, then was followed by weak dribbles that landed over my nose, mouth and chin. I leaned back as he stroked his softening dick, letting a few stray drops of jizz fall to the concrete, which he lazily rubbed in with his shoe to look less incriminating. I licked my lips, tasting his salty spunk, largely wasted on my face.

As he started to put himself away, I asked him if he’d timed me. He laughed and admitted that he hadn’t, fishing my keys out of his pocket and handing them to me, telling me that we were all settled. I thanked him, and asked if I could use his bathroom, but he declined, saying that it was for employee use only. I pointed out that he was already breaking a bunch of rules, but he said, with a chuckle, that he had to draw the line somewhere. I think he mostly liked the idea of me having to do a walk of shame with his cum on my face. I didn’t mind. I’ve done longer walks as a bigger mess.

I went back around the corner, over the Employees Only chain, and out into the parking lot to my car. Climbing in, I watched Jerry unlock the door. I waved, but he didn’t wave back. I grabbed a tissue and wiped some of the cum off my chin, which threatened to drip onto my clothes, but opted to leave the rest where it was for the short drive home. I’m not sure if anyone saw me. I hope they did. As for Jerry, he secured a customer for life, though I’m not dropping much money there. I went in a couple of weeks ago for a flat tire. He took much less convincing the second time around.