An adult stories – Sarah and the Gypsie’s Curse Ch. 13 by Cream_Caramel
I promised to tell you about what happened when I took my car to get fixed a while back, and so this is probably the best time to go back and talk about what happened.
When my car’s engine light turned on, I took it to a garage and was told that it’d probably take a couple of days to check it out thanks to how swamped they were with other orders.
Now, at this particular point in time I was running low on clean clothes (you already know how that particular issue turned out later), so I decided to wear an admittedly tiny pink dress that I only wore on dates, it was so low-cut that it made wearing a bra impossible, and I even had to wear a thong just to look halfway presentable, suffice to say, I didn’t look like I was going to a garage.
And found the mechanic I had talked to working on a car, he seemed to be having trouble with the thing as I walked up and talked to him, aware of how the rest of the employees looked at me thanks to my skimpy outfit.
“Hey, I was wondering if you had time to take a look at my car yet?” I asked as I handed him the invoice I was given before, he barely looked at it as he was busy with something that seemed to be stuck in the engine block of the car.
“Yeah, I wanted to tell you- Shit!” the mechanic suddenly pulled his hand out as a jet of what I could only assume was steaming hot motor oil came flying out of the engine, splashing everywhere, including some of it onto my dress.
“Damn, I think I need a rag…” the mechanic mumbled, looking around for something to use to clog up the oil leak, and for some reason his eyes seemed to settle on me.
Before I could even understand what was going through his mind, the mechanic grabbed the hem of my dress and whipped it off my body, taken aback, I wasn’t able to resist or even react as the dress came clean off, leaving me standing there completely naked save for a tiny thong.
I watched as the mechanic bunched up my dress and stuffed it into the engine block to stifle the flow of oil, before realizing that I was standing in front of what seemed to be a dozen men staring at my bare body and chuckling in amusement, none bothered to help me, treating my state of undress on the same scale as the oil splash that preceded it.
I was jolted back to reality when the mechanic finally felt confident enough that the engine was fine and began talking to me:
“Alright ma’am, let me see that invoice.” the mechanic snatched the invoice from my stunned hands, checking its number against the work orders on an ancient office computer tucked in the corner of the garage before coming back with a printout “Alright, so unfortunately, your ford focus will need a new catalytic converter, which can be hefty especially for a car as old as yours, plus it seems to have damaged your exhaust system…”
The mechanic seemed to think for a bit, working out the math in his head before coming back to me “I figure this will run you around $3500.”
I nearly choked, I couldn’t possibly pay all that myself, and even my car insurance wouldn’t cover anything past $3000, I was well and truly screwed.
“That’s way too much, isn’t there anything you can do to cut the price down?” I asked, desperate for any out from this predicament.
“Sorry, but this is as low I can go for a job this extensive,” the mechanic shook his head, it only then hit me that this might have been the work of the curse, perhaps it was trying to get me to do something lewd, not much of a reach considering my current wardrobe.
“Is there any other way I can pay for the repairs other than money?” I said as I gave my bare breasts a squeeze as I tried to insinuate to the best of my capabilities that I was more than willing to pay with my body.
“That I can consider,” the mechanic said, stroking his chin, soaking in the view in front of him that he was finally able to enjoy “maybe if you got down on your knees and begged?”
The idea that I would have to get on my knees and beg a complete stranger who’s name I didn’t even know just for the opportunity to further degrade myself only served to make my pussy gush with juices, I gingerly knelt down on the concrete floor of the garage, feeling the unbearable ache of my stiff nipples, I began pleading:
“Please, let me whore myself out to you.”
Without answering, the mechanic simply unzipped his pants and presented his cock to me, it was hard and thick, and very big, I caught myself, just long enough to realize I would have never thought this way before the curse, I would have been disgusted at myself for doing this, but now I was actually excited to do this.
I pressed the cock against my face, taking a strong whiff of its scent and licking the shaft from the base to its tip, I swallowed the head in my mouth, I could bare fit half of it in without gagging as I looked up with my mouth full, slowly moving at first, my tongue swirling around it as I did.
As I sucked the mechanic’s cock, I suddenly remembered how everyone else was watching me, from the corner of my eye I could see them now recording me as well.
“Damn, I think I could take ten percent off your bill for this blowjob,” the mechanic laughed, and the men watching did so as well.
As I was bobbing my head back and forth, I realized that this still wouldn’t have been enough for my insurance to cover the whole thing, I stopped sucking for a second to try and bargain some more:
“What would it take for twenty percent?” I asked, jerking his cock off as I did, and once more without answering me, the mechanic just grabbed my arm and bent me over a car, ripping my panties off my waist aggressively and pressed his cock against my eager and soaking wet pussy.
“This!” he simply replied.
More than happy to accept his offer, I wiggled my hips excitedly and pushed back against his throbbing shaft, urging him to continue, and he didn’t disappoint, he speared me with his cock, I couldn’t help but yelp as a spike of pleasure shot through my spine, he simply sped up and began to pound me from behind as he began spanking my ass.
I could hear everyone commenting about me, calling me a slut and egging me on, but I was barely conscious of them, I was lost in the throes of ecstasy, ramming back against the cock that was pumping in and out of my pussy.
I was now moaning loudly, my voice cracking with every thrust that went deep into my folds, I felt my legs slowly turning to jelly, if I wasn’t bent over a car I would have long since collapsed to the ground, my orgasm was quickly approaching, and before long, my pussy’s walls were spasming around the cock it envelops in an explosive orgasm, he followed soon after me, pulling out and spraying my back with cum before giving me a final approving smack to my cheeks as the audience cheered.
“Alright, let me get your driver’s license and I’ll finish up the paper work,” the mechanic said breathlessly as he fished in my purse for my license, once acquired, he left once again to finish work on the computer.
He came back around the time I was getting back on my feet, with a wide grin on his face:
“Well, I have some good news, turns out I pulled up the work order for the wrong Ford Focus, yours only needs the oxygen sensor replaced, that should only cost you $200, $160 with the ‘discount’.”
I was once again stunned, the entire thing would have cost even less than the discount I was trying to get to begin with, I guess I was right about the curse only using this as an excuse to force me into a lewd situation, now that it was done, there was no more reason to actually ruin my life.
“In fact, I could get this fixed in under an hour, why don’t you wait around a bit?” And with that, the mechanic left to fix my car, I was left standing there as the other mechanics took this opportunity to chat me up, and by that I mean squeeze my tits and ass, even finger me a bit, I was more than happy to let them of course.
As they did, I tried to see if I could get my dress back, sadly it was far too ruined by the oil and heat to be even wearable anymore, my thong shared a similar fate thanks to the mechanic’s rough hands, meaning I had to go home completely naked.
I wasn’t keeping track of the time, but when the mechanic came back in my car, he chuckled as he saw me essentially getting fingered and groped by his coworkers and clients.
“I guess you didn’t get enough with me, you’re still looking horny, tell you what,” the mechanic walked out of the car and slapped the hood of my car “get on here, give us a show, and you can take it home free of charge.”
I smiled and did just that, I went home after happily masturbating to another orgasm for the boys.