Sweat ran down Marko’s forehead in rivulets that collected in his eyebrows before falling into his eyes, making them sting and burn as he worked on his bike in the Cantina Garage. It was mid January, yet a Santa Ana breeze blew hot winds to the coast from the desert. His wrench slipped off the rounded axle nut, knuckles smashing painfully against the frame and rear shock. His temper flared, and he picked up the fallen wrench, slammed it against the offending nut, then threw it against the garage wall, where it hit with a satisfying clatter.
“What’s? a matter, Darlin?” Marge whispered.
Marko looked up as she strolled into the garage, warming the day even more. A smile playing with her narrow lips, and an errant strand of honey colored hair hanging in her eyes. As she moved closer, her eyes fell to the blood on Marko’s knuckles now clutched protectively in his left hand. “Oooh, we’d better get you fixed up,” She muttered, taking both his hands and meeting his eyes with hers. Her longing gaze was not that of a Red Cross volunteer’s, but one of pure sexual wantonness. Her sand colored pupils said, “Put a bandaid on it, let’s fuck.”
“I’m all right,” Marko said wiping his bloody knuckles on the leg of his Levis.
Not taking his word for it, she reached down and pulled his battered hand up for inspection.
“Still needs to be fixed,” she announce with hurried finality. She suddenly guided his bruised palm inside her partially unbuttoned blouse, and pressed it against her hardening nipple.
“You know how to fix things!” Marko mutter and spread his fingers to encompass her massive bolt-on boob.
He unsnap her blouse further open, freeing her incredible breasts from their confinement, and suddenly the pain was gone and his lips found the other sweet nub, sucking it hungrily, then teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
Marko drop to his knees and unbutton her skin-tight jeans, working them down over her hips with tantalizing slowness. He notice that she wasn’t wearing anything under them. She wanted to be naked, and fucked immediately. Her hips were already gyrating. He began to kiss the soft flesh of her stomach. She stepped back abruptly and yanked her pants off, then came close again, spreading her legs for easy access. He no longer lingered at her navel but slipped down to the soft, warm folds of her pussy.
Even before Marko’s darting tongue reached the wetness seeping from the depths, the enticing smell of her femininity had him aroused. His throbbing cock strained at the denim of his jeans as she climaxed for the first time as his tongue glanced across the hood of her clit. He continued to run the flat of his hungry tongue up the length of her pussy, catching as much of her sweet nectar as he could before making gentle circles around her clit with the tip.
Without looking up, Marko sensed quivering between her legs. Marge’s eyes were half closed as he continue to feast on her hot cunt. She climaxed again and he had to maintain her balance with his hands securely around her ass.
Rising from the hard concrete floor, Marko led the quaking woman over to his old Harley. She straddled it with long shapely legs. Facing the rear, she settled onto the seat and leaned back against the tanks, her long thin hair falling down to caress the shiny black paint. Her tongue flicked out to moisten those luscious lips as Marko pulled her down, her hips rising with the contour of the seat until they’re resting over the back fender. He placed her feet on the rear pegs and opened her completely.
Marko reached down and pick up his big screwdriver and wiped the greasy handle on his shirt. He aimed handle toward her pussy until it lightly touched her throbbing clit. She shivered. Slowly, he slipped the big square handle inside her, and she began to moan with pleasure, her hips moving with the thrusts of the screwdriver. Marge’s wetness formed a puddle on the seat beneath her as she climaxed once more. I continue to impale her on the hard plastic handle for several minutes as she cried for Marko not to stop.
Marko guided her to stand although her legs were weak. The crack of her beautiful ass smeared with the wetness on the seat. She once again straddled the big bike and leaned forward, her hands crossed beneath her face, as she bent to kiss the icy chrome of the speedometer, as Marko free himself from his jeans and slid his cock inside her. Marko began slowly, then increased his speed until she came again and again, pleading for him not to stop. He milked his member in her warm succulent depths as he thrust like a madman, feeling his own release coming fast. As he began to cum, he reached out and touch the start button, the big V-Twin engine roaring to life. The throbbing vibration and rumbling sound of freedom pushed him over the edge. He filled her with great sticky spurts, as she continue to thrash and moan beneath him.
He shut off the engine, and she move slowly to free herself, but turned and sat on the seat, her pussy dripping. She took his throbbing shrinking member in her mouth and sucked him dry, then licked her lips, and a nasty grin glowed. “I’ll help you clean this up,” She said her smile expanding as if she had score a great victory.
Marko looked at the woman in wonderment. “Us grease monkeys are used to cleaning up spills,” he said, but wondered what this sexual goddess had tingling in her brain cells besides sex. He knew, he sensed, that ultimately he would find out. —
