Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2010 08:21:56 -0500
From: Your old friend Tappy <tappymcwidestance@gmail.com>
Subject: The Fuckerware Party - Chapter 10

The Fuckerware Party -- Chapter 10
By Tappy McWidestance

As the pain subsided from the three snaps of the riding crop Ronda had just
given me, I felt her lowering me back down to the ground. Her statement
that I was a bad girl for cumming had me both scared and exhilarated. I had
needed to cum and there was no way I could have held back any longer. As my
body had learned, one orgasm served very well as the gateway to another so
I was anticipating Ronda's next move. I was sure it would involve some form
of punishment, but I didn't care. Whatever she did would turn me on even
more and I knew I would be cumming again soon.

By the time I hit the floor, Anthony and his wife had left. That was too
bad because I thought I'd be getting a piece of his cock. His wife was
hot. I certainly would not have objected to eating her out either. But it
was not to be. Ronda would be my salvation and my tormentor. She quickly
dispatched my cuffs and the gag. I continued to lie prone on the dirty
floor. The cool grease and oil had begun to feel good to me. Ronda
surprised me by picking up my clothes and tossing them at me.

"We're done. I've got things to do. Go home and wait for your hubby," she
barked.

"No," I pleaded. "Let me stay and serve you. Please. I don't want to go
home."

"I've got to clean my apartment and get the garage in order for tomorrow
morning. I don't have time for a slut who can't hold back her orgasm until
she's given permission to cum."

I was almost in tears as I beseeched her to allow me to stay. I told her
I'd do anything she wanted. I'd eat her pussy. I'd lick her ass. I'd let
her fuck me anyway she wanted. She could spank me. Anything at all. Just
let me spend the afternoon with her was all I asked.

"Anything?" she questioned.

"Anything," I replied.

I noticed a wry smile and I knew she was hooked. I waited through the
pregnant pause in the conversation, my body tensing in anticipation of what
she would command.

"I'm sorry fem," she began. "I've got too much work to do."

I was crushed, but I quickly recovered. "Let me clean your apartment for
you. I don't mind."

I wanted more sex, but if cleaning her tiny apartment was what it took to
be with her right then, that was a small price to pay. With any luck, she'd
even give me a reward. <grin>

"If I let you clean my apartment, what's in it for me? What will you give
me for the privilege?" Ronda asked.

"What will I give you?" I responded back. "It's the other way around. You
will owe me."

"Then you had better go home like I said before."

My head was spinning from the conversation and I knew if I wanted to stay I
was going to lose this argument. I had to offer her something, but what?

"What do you want in exchange for letting me clean your apartment?" I
asked.

Ronda thought for a moment.

"I like watching a fem doing manual labor. I'll give you the address of a
shop I know that specializes in sexy costumes. If you dress up for me, I'll
let you clean the apartment and the garage."

I had to laugh how she snuck in the task of cleaning the garage. I didn't
care. I'd have done anything to be allowed to stay. I agreed to her
terms. While I dressed she went upstairs to retrieve a business card from
the costume shop. I had not heard of the place. I assumed Ronda knew it was
open on Sunday. But then again maybe she knew it was closed and that was
her way of getting me out the door.

Fortunately the shop was open. I really wouldn't call it a costume shop. It
was more of a fetishware shop for a discriminating buyer with unique
clothing tastes. At least that was what the small lettering on the door
stated. I was greeted by a statuesque blonde. She must have been
Nordic. She was well over six feet tall and looked like she could be a
model. She noticed I was still holding the card and asked, correctly, if
this was my first time in her shop. It was pretty obvious. I'm sure my
nervousness was showing and I quickly admitted it was indeed my first
visit. She pointed at the card and asked who had referred me. I told her
Ronda from the mechanic's shop. I realized I didn't know her last name so I
decided to fake knowing her better by mentioning where she works. The woman
didn't introduce herself but according to the business card, her name was
Ingrid.

"So are you here to find something for yourself or something Ronda will
like?" Ingrid queried me.

"Something for Ronda," I replied. "I'm going to clean her apartment this
afternoon and she wants me to wear something sexy for her."

I was a bit surprised how easily that information just came out of my
mouth. Ingrid obviously knew who Ronda was and I'm sure could infer a lot
about me by my confession that I wanted to dress sexy while I cleaned her
apartment. I'm sure she could sense my submissive nature coming out and I
wondered if she would attempt to take advantage of me. Let me rephrase
that. I hoped she would take advantage of me. Ingrid began to lead me
through the store. I let my mind wander into a fantasy. She'd pick out a
couple of costumes and then take me back to a dressing room where I could
try them on. Of course when I was naked she would come into the changing
room, lock the door and have her way with me. I could feel myself getting
wet as I followed her Amazonian figure back toward the maid's
uniforms. Ingrid was talking, but I wasn't hearing her. I was focused like
a laser beam toward her ass as it gently swayed back and forth as she
walked.

I slowed down as we reached the maid's uniforms. There were leather ones,
latex, vinyl, rubber and plastic ones. Some looked very revealing, some
almost pedestrian by comparison and some like a traditional naughty French
maid would wear it. I was immediately drawn to a cheap plastic French maid
costume I spied. I figured Ronda would rip it off me soon enough, so cheap
was good. But Ingrid kept walking past the section. I put the plastic
costume back on the rack and scampered after her. When she reached the
biker section of leather gear she stopped.

"I saw you looking at the maid's costumes. Save those for your husband,"
she said pointing at my ring. "Guy's go for the French maid thing big time,
but Ronda will not. You need to become a biker chick. What's your goal in
this? Do you want your ass accessible or is this strictly looking no
touch?"

"Accessible," I responded without hesitation or embarrassment.

"I would recommend these. What do you think?"

They certainly were not what I would have chosen for myself, but Ingrid
certainly seemed to know Ronda and her tastes so I decided to trust her.

"They look fun. Can I try them on?"

I still hadn't given up on my changing room fantasy.

"Of course," she said handing me the two hangers. "The changing rooms are
right through there," she said pointing toward two swinging doors behind
the store's counter.

I took the hangers and started walked. I couldn't tell if she was
following. In my fantasy she picked these clothes because I would be
accessible not only to Ronda, but also to her. I pictured her following me
about to take control of me once I stripped to change. My pussy was getting
wetter with each step. When I made it through the double doors, I found a
short hallway with three more swinging doors into the changing
cubicles. These doors were much smaller than any clothes store changing
room I'd ever been in. The lower edge was close to three feet off the
ground. At my height, once I stripped off my clothes, my ass and pussy
would be just above the edge of the door. Anybody squatting down to pick
something up would be on full display. The tops of the doors were not much
more modest. At my height, the tops of my breasts were shielded, although
not by much. A woman as tall as Ingrid would not be shielded from view.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and wet panties. I wasn't too
concerned about the door. The shop was empty except for the two of us and I
was so horny I would have gladly changed on the cash register counter if it
meant getting some satisfaction. I heard the outer door creak. Finally
Ingrid was here to take me to the Promised Land.

It turned out Ingrid was the person entering the hallway and I quickly
learned why the door was so short. At her height, especially in the heels
she was wearing, she could look right over the door and see everything a
customer had to offer. The fact that I was in a changing room where I
should have been safe from prying eyes made me feel doubly naked as I put
on the leather chaps she had given me. They had a wide belt which I cinched
around my waist. There were two D-clips, one on each hip and a rectangular
panel below the belt which covered the front of my hips and my pussy, but
then stopped like the micro of micro miniskirts. There were two narrow
strips of leather, about 3 inches wide, which ran down the center of my
legs, over my knees and culminated in an elastic band near my ankle.

"You slide your leg through the band to hold them in place," Ingrid said
with a smile as she watched me over the door.

I knew my nipples were hard as rocks. They were unprotected from her
lustful gaze. Why didn't she just push her way in and take me?

After securing the leg strips I turned my attention to the bra. It was
leather also, no surprise in that, but I wondered how Ingrid just happened
to have one my size on the rack. It turns out she didn't. This bra was by
design way too small and forced my nipples to pop through two circular
openings designed for that purpose. The top edge was overflowing with my
boob flesh as the bra squeezed my breasts together and lifted them into an
obscene cleavage while my nipples poked at least 3/4 of an inch out the
front of the bra. I struggled with pulling the back straps tight enough to
get them to clip. Ingrid obviously was expecting this because she was ready
on the spot to help me out.

I walked out of the changing cube and turned around presenting my back and
ass to her. She took hold of the bra straps and pulled tighter than I ever
felt the need to do and finally the clasp met its mate and the bra was
secure. I could tell it was obscene. My ass was hanging out of the chaps so
I put a little wiggle in my walk as I went back up front to find a
mirror. All the way there, I felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I
questioned what Ingrid was doing letting me get away like that. Why wasn't
she forcing me to lick her pussy?

My fantasies were ruling my conscious mind as I strutted my stuff in front
of Ingrid, but unfortunately she didn't seem interested. She reassured me
that Ronda would love this outfit so I changed back into my clothes, swiped
my credit card and headed back to the garage. My pussy was throbbing for
attention all the way back and I practically sprinted up the back stairs to
her apartment. I knocked on the door but she didn't answer right away. I
walked back downstairs but she wasn't in the garage either. Her motorcycle
was there, but I couldn't tell if a car was missing because I wasn't sure
what she drove. I headed back upstairs and knocked again. This time I could
see shadows moving through the thin curtain covering the window in the
door.

"Is that you Tina?" I heard her call through the still locked door.

"Yes, mam," I answered.

"Are you dressed for your cleaning duties?"

"No, mam, but I bought the outfit Ingrid suggested. I think you'll like
it."

"I'm sure I will. Change and knock again. Then I'll let you in."

Obviously this was another test. She expected me to change on her stair
landing. I could have gone back to my car, but the landing was actually
more secluded and given the pulsating in my pussy, time was wasting. I
quickly shed my clothes and folded them neatly on the landing. I was
standing naked outside her door. It felt liberating. There was little
chance of being caught, but I still felt naughty which only heightened my
desire for her. Slipping on the chaps was easy. Getting the bra to snap was
a little more difficult, but I managed. Ready to serve, I knocked on the
door again. Ronda answered wearing a short silk robe and holding a cup of
coffee.

"Sorry I couldn't answer the first time you knocked. I was, um, occupied,"
she said.

I could smell how she had been occupied as the odor of female arousal hung
in the air.

"No problem. I just wasn't sure if you were home. How do you like my
outfit?"

"It's perfect. Ingrid knows what I like. Let's get you to work."

I silently jumped for joy. I knew I had interrupted Ronda while she was
masturbating and hopefully she was still feeling the need. I was more than
disappointed when she handed me a dust cloth and a can of Pledge.

"You can start by dusting the house. I have something I need to finish."

I tried not to show how disappointed I was. I watched her ass as she turned
and walked back to the bedroom and shut the door. I started to dust the
minimal amount of furniture she had but I was quickly distracted by the
sounds of a happy woman coming from the bedroom. I continued to polish and
repolish the pieces near her bedroom so I could listen to her pleasure
herself. I was surprised to hear her yell out "Fuck me Tommy" right before
I heard her climax. She had told me she'd never been with a guy
before. This confused me. Was Tommy another one of her customers or a biker
friend?

I heard her getting up from the bed, the springs creaking as she rolled off
the mattress. I quickly bounded to the other side of the room and looked
busy. She was still wearing her robe, but it was ruffled and she had the
look of a satisfied woman on her face. I wondered where Tommy was and if
I'd be meeting him soon. She told me to straighten up the bedroom as she
poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down at the dinette table. I
didn't want to miss this invitation. Maybe Tommy was chained to her
bed. But aside from a twisted bedspread and an even stronger fragrance of
pussy, there was nothing out of place in the bedroom. I quickly
straightened the bedspread. As I leaned over the bed I took a deep sniff
where I estimated her pussy would have been. Her scent was heavenly. I
wanted so badly to masturbate right then, but I was determined to play her
game. I was convinced my reward would be much better than a quick session
with my finger.

Ronda had a 5 drawer dresser and a French door cabinet which I quickly
dusted. I couldn't resist a quick peak in the drawers. The dresser
contained nothing out of the ordinary. The cabinet was another story. This
was where she kept a wide variety of sex toys and sexy lingerie. I also
found Tommy, a generously sized dildo still slick with her juices and warm
to the touch. I couldn't resist. I was there to clean for her and there was
only one proper way I knew to clean a dildo so I quickly sucked it into my
mouth and savored her juices. I knew that she knew I would find the toy. I
was convinced she planned to "catch" me in the act and punish me. I allowed
myself the divine feeling of a full mouth a little longer than I should
have in order to give her longer to discover my intrusion, but it never
happened. Disappointed I shut the cabinet and returned to the living
room. The ache and wetness in my pussy was growing. Ronda was still sitting
at the table.

"Did you enjoy licking my dildo, slut?"

"Yes mam."

"I figured you would. I really enjoyed our session in the garage. I needed
to get out some frustrations. There is a mop and bucket in the closet. I
need you to do the kitchen floor next."

"Yes mam."

I still wasn't crazy about acting as her maid, but at least this time Ronda
stayed in the same room watching me. We talked about my marriage, my
mistresses and life in general. Dare I say we started talking like friends
instead of a dominant talking down to her submissive. Of course none of
that put any damper on the fire between my legs. A fact I shared when I
finished the floor. Ronda told me it wasn't her job to pleasure me. But if
I did a good job mopping the floor downstairs, she would give me a treat
and get me off. I immediately agreed. She escorted me down to the garage. I
felt self conscious walking in front of the building with my ass and tits
hanging out for the world to see, but thankfully Ronda didn't force me to
hang around outside for long.

Inside the garage was already pretty clean, although I was sure it would
take some effort to mop the grease and oil from the floor. Ronda got me
started and then turned to leave.

"I'm going back upstairs. If you finish in an hour and do a good job, then
you get your reward. If you don't finish or do a bad job, you get
punished. Deal?"

"Deal."

Ronda walked back out and I went back to work. Surprisingly the floor went
quicker than I anticipated and I finished with 20 minutes to spare. I used
the time to straighten up the customer area and mop that floor too. By the
time Ronda returned, everything was done. She came through the shop lobby
door. She was holding my clothes. I felt a pit in my stomach open up. She
was sending me home. My disappointment was obvious, although her next game
was not.

"I promised you a reward and I always keep my promises. I'm leaving your
clothes here because, well, because I'm me and I can. Let's go upstairs for
your reward."

I didn't know what to expect as I climbed the stairs with more anticipation
than I'd ever felt in her presence. Walking into the living room I
immediately noticed a thick dildo suctioned cupped to the wall about 20
inches off the ground.

"You've already met Tommy. This is Roger. You've got fifteen minutes. Have
fun."

Sad to say, I didn't hesitate. A normal woman would have, but my brain was
too far gone to care. I dropped to my knees and took Roger in my mouth. I
knew my pussy was slick enough to skip this step, but I figured Ronda would
enjoy the show. My ass was pointing directly at her as I knelt on my knees
and slobbered over the fake cock. I could feel my juices running down my
leg and I'm sure Ronda could see that too. But licking a dildo wasn't going
to satisfy me so I spun around and impaled myself doggie style on the thick
shaft. Even though it was thick, it slid in easily. From my kneeling
position I looked up in time to see Ronda snap a picture of my
predicament. She then grabbed one of the kitchen chairs and placed it
directly in front of me.

As I began fucking myself in earnest, Ronda sat down and undid the sash on
her robe. She let the sides fall away revealing her succulent form to my
gaze. I was leaning forward putting all my weight on my left forearm and
knees as I pushed my right arm underneath my body to give my clit the
attention it desired. I was rocking back and forth on the dildo moaning
with each stroke of the cock and of my hand. Ronda, in the mean time, had
spread her legs and was playing with herself as well. She was apparently
enjoying my show as much as I was enjoying performing it. She kept the
chair just outside the reach of my tongue, although God knows I stretched
as far as I could for a taste.

At the ten minute mark she came which triggered my own climax. I was in
heaven as I collapsed onto the floor and pulling myself free of the
dildo. I was still quaking as Ronda knelt over me and mashed her pussy down
onto my lips. As special as that was, she'd kept me waiting long enough, I
was even more surprised when she knelt over me into a 69 and began licking
my slit. I ate her with gusto and she returned the favor. I felt another
orgasm building and assumed she felt the same way when I heard a timer go
off. Before I could react, Ronda stood up.

"Time's up. Time to go home to hubby."

I was breathless and began to pant. Surely she was kidding. Alas, she was
not. She tied the sash on her robe and told me to take off my cleaning
uniform saying I could have it back next time I cleaned for her. I knew
better than to argue. She'd given me one great orgasm and allowed me the
privilege of eating her pussy. That was reward enough for cleaning her
apartment. I'd been close to having a second orgasm when I ran out of
time. I guess Jim will be the lucky recipient of that one.

Ronda escorted me naked back to the garage to retrieve my clothes. As I was
dressing I begged for her to let me visit her again. She told me to call
her whenever I needed service and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. As I
was walking out the door, she gave my ass a hard slap. It stung, but also
made me gush.

"Drive home safe slut," she called from the shop.

I got in my car and took a few minutes to compose my thoughts. I knew I had
to deal with Jim tonight and my mistress in the morning. I also knew I had
to see Ronda again. This was going to be an interesting couple of days.

Jim arrived home from his golf weekend late. I was already in bed exhausted
from my activities this weekend. He slept in so I didn't have to talk to
him in the morning either as I was out early to get to the office and
service my mistress. Monday progressed like most of my work days with my
orally pleasing both Mistress Sharon and Mistress Linda. Both of them
teased me but would not let me cum. Jim was certainly the beneficiary of my
heightened libido that night. Tuesday Mistress Sharon told me that she and
Linda had decided to take their slaves out to a minor league baseball game
Friday night and that I should keep my schedule clear. I'm not a big
baseball fan, but getting together with my sisters in submission was always
a good time. I fell asleep that night dreaming of what might happen
Friday. I woke wet and horny. I managed to get to Sharon's office on time,
but my mind was on Ronda. My mistress had been teasing me more than
pleasing me the last couple of days and I needed some of Ronda's special
attention. I told Mistress Linda I wasn't feeling well and left work at
lunch time.

I didn't go home, but instead drove straight to Ronda's garage. She didn't
seem surprised to see me. Her shop was humming with activity. She had two
male mechanics working on cars and there was a man and a woman in the
waiting area. Since we were not alone, Ronda didn't use her usual verbally
assaultive manner I had come to expect. I made up the excuse that I needed
an oil change. I made sure to emphasize that I needed an oil change not my
car needed an oil change. She said it would be about an hour wait and then
offered to come outside and look at my car. She was dressed in greasy
coveralls. She had her fake pony tail on again sticking through the back of
her baseball cap. She looked far from the leather Dom that I served so
willingly last weekend. Outside she had me sit back in my car and then
leaned through the driver's window to address me.

"I want you to wait here until I signal for you to come inside. Take off
your bra and panties. Leave them on the passenger seat. When I wave you in,
scurry that sexy ass into the waiting room. You'll know what to do when you
get there."

I nodded that I understood.

"One more thing. I'm sure you're already wet, but in case you're not,
things will go much easier on you if you play with yourself while you're
waiting."

Again I nodded and Ronda turned and returned to the shop. I quickly shed my
undergarments as she had instructed. Removing my panties was easy. They
were already damp as Ronda had suspected. My bra proved to be a bit more of
a challenge, but it too was dispatched and placed on the passenger
seat. Now my only preparation was to masturbate and wait. Certainly this
was not punishment. At least not yet.

I stared intently at Ronda's garage while my fingers danced over my clit
and along my puffy and moist pussy lips. I didn't know what deviant plan
she had for me, but I knew I would enjoy it. In the short time we had known
each other I found myself completely captivated by her, much like I had
been completely captivated by Mistress Sharon.

I saw the garage door open and one of the cars pulled out. I expected Ronda
or one of her mechanics to wave me in, but they did not. I continued to
play with myself. I knew I could make myself cum, but I wanted to wait. I
wanted to be as hot and ready for her as I could be. I imagined myself
suspended upside down from her hoist again only this time I'd have to
service the other two mechanics also. This was a mixed blessing for me. I
was horny enough to do it. There was no doubt about that. But I still
somehow saw myself as being true to Jim since I'd been, with the exception
of blowing Faith's husband, only cheating on him with women. I know that
doesn't make sense. Clearly I was being unfaithful to him, but since he was
fucking Judy, I justified it in my mind. Now if I was out fucking different
guys, that would be a problem, but I knew Jim would absolutely love it if I
brought him home a new woman to be his toy. I pinched my clit as that
thought crossed my mind and a shiver coursed through my body. I shook with
need and almost came as I pictured myself presenting Jim with another
submissive and then we both attended to his needs. Maybe I could convince
Lisette to party with us while her husband was out golfing this weekend.

I was being consumed by the thought of finally confessing my submissive
desires to my husband and becoming his slave wife. My eyes were open, but
they were not focused as my fingers continued to dance over my dripping
pussy. The struggle not to cum was getting harder and harder. It was a
battle I was about to lose, but fortunately I was snapped back to the
present by the sound of Ronda's voice yelling at me. I looked at the garage
and she was waving me forward. I drove over to the door where she signaled
I should stop. She walked over to my door, opened it and took my hand.

Leaving the keys in the car, she escorted me to the front door. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw one of the mechanics sit down in my car to drive it
into the shop. I was humiliated by the thought of him seeing my bra and
panties sitting on the passenger seat. I knew my fragrance was hanging
heavy in the air and although I had not looked, I'm sure the leather
driver's seat was probably slick with my desires.

We walked into the small waiting room. Ronda told me to wait and walked
into a small storage closet adjacent to the bathroom. I looked
around. Nothing seemed out of place. The room was windows on two sides
looking out at the street. There was an uncomfortable looking couch, dirty
from years of service, a table with a coffee machine on it and a magazine
rack with tattered car magazines on it. Pretty typical stuff for an old
school garage. My knees were starting to get weak with anticipation. I
noticed both of the mechanics looking through the shop window into the
waiting room. They obviously knew Ronda was up to something.

I heard the storeroom door begin to creak and watched with anticipation for
her return. I wondered if she was going to strip and bound me in the closet
to be used throughout the day. I could willingly accept that fate if that
was her choosing. Or I would gladly change into my cleaning uniform and
clean her apartment again if I could spend a few more minutes impaled on
her wall mounted dildo. Basically anything she would do to me right now was
fine with me except to ignore me and send me home.

Ronda opened the door and returned carrying a stool. The bottom looked like
a plain wood bar stool. The top was shrouded by a shop towel. Although it
was hidden, the shape of the towel left no doubt that a dildo was mounted
to the top of the stool. It was a large dildo at that. Ronda paused as she
exited the storeroom trying to peer through the window as if to check if
any new customers were arriving. I glanced into the service bay and both
mechanics were smiling.

Ronda brought the stool around and placed it next to the table with the
coffee maker. She pulled off the towel and my estimation of what was
underneath was correct. Suction cupped to the stool was a dildo similar to
the one Ronda had attached to the wall in her apartment that she had me
fuck for her viewing pleasure. This one was about 8 inches tall, thick and
veiny. There was a prominent bulbous head which would stretch my pussy to
its limits. I couldn't wait to ride it. We both stood looking at the stool
as the dildo slowly rocked from side to side as it finally settled into
position.

"The boys have a few projects to work on before they can get to your oil
change. This should keep you occupied until your car is done. I'd guess it
will be about an hour."

With that, Ronda turned and walked back into the garage. She didn't order
me to mount up and she didn't even wait to watch me do it. I continued to
stare at the monster I knew would soon be inside of me. I wasn't worried so
much about the length. I'd taken longer at the insistence of my mistresses,
but the diameter looked huge. I'm sure it wouldn't be a personal record,
but looking at it standing straight up instead of bobbing out of a strap-on
harness made it seem twice as large. Even as wet as I was, I figured I'd
have to take it slow and give my pussy time to adjust. I kept looking at it
trying to psyche myself up. My pussy continued to juice and I was glad I
had successful denied myself an orgasm in the car because I knew I'd have a
better one soon after mounting the behemoth. I was almost ready to begin
when I heard a car horn. I looked out of the window and saw a Dodge Neon
pull up to the door. Shit another customer. It was fight or flight time
again and Ronda had my car keys limiting my options.

Mounting the stool was no easy task given its height. I decided wrapping my
legs around the dildo as I swung my leg over was the best first step. The
dildo slid under my skirt rubbing against my pussy lips. At first I thought
this might be an acceptable way to hide it when the driver of the Neon
entered the waiting room, but looking down I knew that was a bad plan. The
dildo was pushing the front of my skirt up like a schoolboy getting his
first look at a naked girl. There was only one place the dildo could go
where I could look somewhat normal sitting on the stool. I heard the car
door shut. I only had moments before being discovered.

I steadied myself with my hands on the front of the stool and my feet on
the bottom cross dowel and raised myself up until I felt the head of the
fake cock dance across my slick lips. I used my right hand to pull the back
of my skirt over the back of the stool while I continued to steady myself
with my left. I started to inch back down, but the dildo refused to find
its home. I tried three times to mount it, but each time my wetness caused
it to slide forward. Its path would have been pleasurable, it was rubbing
my lips and brushing against my clit, if I was not so petrified of the
Neon's driver appearing at the door any second. In desperation I reached
under my skirt and took a firm grip on the invader. Once held tight, the
head popped past my lips and lodged corrected into my pussy. It felt
huge. Whether it was the shape of the head, the situation or maybe I wasn't
as ready as I thought, I felt full with only the top two inches finally in
place.

Looking through the window I saw a boy of maybe 19 or 20 walking toward the
door. I was still obviously squatting on the stool in an unnatural
position. I had to move quickly. I could feel the beads of sweat forming on
my forehead as I lowered myself onto Ronda's special stool. The head was
bigger than the rest of the dildo, so once my pussy stretched to
accommodate the top, the rest would be easy. The head was hitting every
nerve ending in my pussy as it continued its journey deep into my core. I
was a good 5 inches onto the dildo when he reached the door. I knew I
couldn't just drop onto the stool. I would tear myself up that way. I
gritted my teeth and tried to speed up the process. I managed two more
inches in the next four seconds as the boy entered the waiting room. I was
struggling not to cry out in pain or moan in pleasure at the invasion. I
could have gone either way at that moment. My skirt was covering the top of
the stool. My legs were still taught holding me hovering just above the
seat and I was perspiring. In my mind I figured anybody looking at me would
know what was going on. I tried to relax my legs and take the remaining
inch imperceptivity.

I forced a smile at the boy as he stood next to me picking a magazine off
the rack. My nipples were proudly displaying themselves through my
blouse. I had to lock my legs as he stood next to me in an effort to make
believe everything was normal. As the boy turned to step over to the couch,
a wave of relief washed over me as I could finally take the last
inch. Although my conscious mind ordered my legs to release their tension
and lower me the last inch to the stool, my unconscious body had one more
trick up its sleeve. On their own, my legs tensed even tighter and lifted
my just a little before thankfully lowering me into position on the
stool. I doubt anybody watching would have seen the move, but my pussy got
the message as did my brain. The rubbing of the cockhead up then down was
electric. It was then I realized Ronda's plan. I was impaled on her huge
fake cock, ostensibly in public, and unable to give myself what I really
needed, namely to fuck the shit out of myself.

I looked over at the boy. He was pretending to read the magazine, but I
could feel his eyes on me whenever I wasn't looking at him. I doubt he was
in on Ronda's plan. More likely he was just feeling lucky at seeing a hot
woman with hard nipples sitting in front of him. If he only knew what I
wanted more than ever was to start bouncing on the stool. I didn't even
care that my ass would have been visible through the window to anybody on
the sidewalk. I needed to get fucked and fucked hard.

I did my best to sit and not fidget. I continually squeezed my thighs and
pussy muscles in an isometric dance. My mind was in a happy place where I
was being gang-banged by the boy and the two mechanics. I'd had that same
vision before, but it was always three of my mistresses wielding strap-ons
not strange guys. I couldn't help myself but to begin rocking ever so
slightly on the stool. I could hear one of the legs, slightly off balance
to the other three, ticking against the floor. It sounded almost like a
metronome counting off my lewd wants and desires. I'm sure the boy didn't
hear anything over the radio playing in the garage, but in my mind each
little click sounded like a drum stick hitting a snare. I urged my body to
stop playing its risky game. I couldn't even tell if the dildo was actually
moving inside of me, but my sexual core thought it was and that was enough
to drive my arousal higher. If I so much as touched my clit right then I
would have came. The boy must have known something was happening. I was
sure he could hear the stool and I was sure he could smell my scent. But
outwardly he said nothing. I tried to look bored like somebody waiting for
their car, but I wanted to jump off the stool and rip his clothes off. I
kept stealing glances at his crotch for any signs of life.

I was reaching my breaking point when I heard the service bay door open and
Ronda walked back to the counter with some paperwork. Either his car or
mine was done. I prayed it was his. As much as I wanted off the stool,
dismounting in front of him was not my first choice. Having him lead me to
a back room and then fucking me senseless was my first choice. Ronda called
him over to the counter. I looked at the clock. I'd only been there for 15
minutes. After he paid, the boy turned to walk out. He gave me a brazen
look up and down as if he knew. I blushed a little. If he really did know,
he probably would not have left, but he did. I watched as he walked out the
door. I didn't notice Ronda walking around the corner until she was
standing in front of me.

"Looks like you are enjoying yourself. You're a good sport. Do you want me
to rub your clit?"

"Oh God yes," I said breathlessly.

Ronda looked deep into my eyes as she flipped up the front of my skirt and
began rubbing my clit. I responded immediately with a loud moan and began
humping the fake cock. It started with me lifting myself an inch and then
down. Then it was two inches and repeat. Then three inches and finally
about four inches at a time. Ronda's eyes were locked on mine the entire
time as her thumb remained on my clit rubbing me in a tantalizing circular
motion.

"That's a good girl. Cum for me," she hissed.

As if responding directly to her command, my body released all its
tension. I crashed back down onto the seat burying the dildo deep into my
womb as I came on her thumb. I felt Ronda reach around me and pull me tight
against her body as I shook, consumed by an orgasm hours in the making. I'm
sure the mechanics could hear my ecstasy over their radio. Fireworks were
exploding in my mind as I placed my head against Ronda's shoulder. I
continued to hump her thumb and the dildo as I tried to ride every last
quake out of my climax. Although I had been sweating a bit from straining
against the dildo earlier, I was down drenched in the afterglow of a wild
orgasm and kinky sex. The peaks of my breasts were now clearly visible as
the sweat turned my blouse transparent. The top of the stool squeaked as my
ass bounced down on a seat coated in a mixture of sweat and pussy juice. I
couldn't see myself, but I must have looked like I was rode hard and put
away wet. Which of course, I was.

"You're car has a little more work on it. We're changing the trans fluid
while we've got it in. Just hang tight."

Again, as before, Ronda was gone in a flash. I was left to wallow in my own
juices and a series of mini-cums keeping me on edge. Alone with my lustful
thoughts, it wasn't long before I was fucking myself again in
earnest. There was no pretence or hiding this time. My left hand was
holding up the front of my skirt while I diddled my happy nub with my
right. I was afraid I would break the stool I was bouncing on it so hard. I
was building up to a wonderful second climax when I heard another car
horn. Immediately I froze. I looked up at the clock and only 5 more minutes
had passed. I'd never make it waiting another 15 or 20.

I tried to settle my hair and straighten my skirt and blouse as best I
could. My nipples were still at attention and my perspiration was still
turning key parts of my blouse transparent, but I really couldn't do
anything about it right then. I tried to slow my breathing back to a normal
rate. I stretched to reach a magazine I could pretend to read. To my shock,
I knew the person who entered the door.

Through the door walked Anthony, the man who, along with his wife, had seen
me suspended in the garage last Sunday. This couldn't be a coincidence. He
gave me a warm greeting as Ronda was walking through the door.

"Hi Ronda. Are you keeping her here all the time now?"

"Hey Anthony. No she keeps coming back begging for more. She just came on
my hand a few minutes ago."

"Really? What did you do to her?"

"Nothing much. She was really doing it to herself. She's sitting on a nice
thick dildo right now. She was fucking herself in front of a 20 year old
kid trying not to let him notice. I guess it got her worked up."

"No shit. That's hot. Belinda's got to see this."

I watched as Anthony pulled out his cell phone and took a picture of me
sitting there. I watched as he quickly tapped out a text message and then
put his phone away.

"So what's up with my car?"

I couldn't believe he just turned his attention away from me that quickly.

"It's all done, for now," Ronda replied. "I need to show you a few
things. Come on back."

I watched as they disappeared into the garage. That wasn't supposed to
happen. They were supposed to play with me. Well screw them. I don't need
them to make myself cum anyway. I quickly returned to slamming the dildo
and fingering my clit. Immediately I felt my pending orgasm being to build
again. I moved my left hand across my mouth to make sure they could hear
not me in the garage. It was their loss. If they didn't want to play I
didn't want to give them the satisfaction of listening. My vision was
unfocused as I concentrated entirely on the pleasure flowing over my body
from the marvelous dildo and my fingers. I shut my eyes and through my head
back. I pictured squatting over my husband as he lay on the bed with his
cock buried in my ass. On top of me was Ronda fucking me with her
strap-on. Both of them were tearing me part. I felt my husband's hands on
my breasts pinching my nipples savagely and I came. I came hard. Like my
first cum, I would have fallen if not for the hands holding me. Then I
realized the fingers pinching my nipples were not my husband's and part of
my fantasy. As I trembled and moaned through my climax, I tried to focus my
eyes. What I saw was the same sexy woman who had been with Anthony last
Sunday. His wife was squeezing and tugging on my nipple. She must be
Belinda and have given Anthony a ride to pick up his car.

"That's right baby," she cooed. "Ride that cum. Let me see your slut face."

She dropped my right nipple a slid her hand under my skirt.

"You're a wet one aren't you?" she said rhetorically. "When you tire of
Ronda, come by our house. We'll teach you how a real slut should act."

Belinda began stroking my clit. It was hypersensitive from having climaxed
twice in the last 10 minutes. I opened my mouth to protest that it was too
much, but before I could vocalize a response, she pulled her wet fingers
from my steaming snatch and pushed them into my mouth. I greedily sucked on
them.

"That's right girl, clean momma's fingers. How about we have you clean that
cock in your pussy next."

I had been waiting for Ronda to tell me it was OK to dismount, but I wasn't
about to pass up this invitation. Belinda steadied me as I stood up on the
cross supports. I don't think she realized just how much cock I had inside
of me. The dick stood proud with my juices glistening in the sunlight
streaming through the windows. I didn't need to be told twice. I quickly
bent over at the waist and took the cock into my mouth. Belinda's hand
slipped up my skirt exposing my well used pussy.

"Oh yes," she commended while starting to rub her hand up and down my
slit. "You've really been fucked today haven't you?"

I couldn't vocalize much of a response as I was busy cleaning the cock, but
I tried to mumble "yes mam."

I felt Belinda push two fingers into my still simmering pussy. She then
used her other hand to spread my ass cheeks and I felt her forcibly pushing
one of her fingers into my ass. I responded with a moan.

"Anthony would love to fuck the cute little ass," she said. She was
wiggling her finger around inside of me. "You're pretty tight back here. I
can tell it has been used, but not enough. I could train you to take that
cock that's in your mouth up your ass. Would you like that slut?"

Again I just moaned.

"I can tell you like this. I'd have to train you. Anthony is at least that
size. I'd have him fuck you up the ass while you suck on my pussy. How
would you like that?"

I took my mouth off the dildo long enough to answer that I would love it.

That is how Anthony and Ronda found us. I was bent over at the waist with
six inches of cock in my mouth. Belinda now had two fingers in my ass and
was rubbing my clit insistently trying to get me to cum again. Ronda told
her to stop. I certainly didn't want her to, but Ronda said he had a better
plan.

"The boys in the shop have been working hard and I promised them a treat."

I assumed this mean fucking them. I wasn't about to say no. But I was
wrong. Instead, after walking in back, Anthony lifted me up onto the
counter and I was instructed to spread my legs and masturbate for their
viewing pleasure. It was a command I joyfully followed. Anthony had his arm
around his wife while Ronda stood proudly off to the side. The two
mechanics leered at me but I had the distinct impression this wasn't the
first time they had seen this kind of show. I expected Ronda to toss me
some toys, but this performance remained a strictly hands on experience. I
pulled my breasts out of my top so I could recreate the divine pleasure
Belinda had bestowed on them while plunging three fingers into my pussy and
rubbing my clit with my thumb.

It took longer than I expected, but I finally had my third and final
monster climax. I received a rousing ovation from my audience and all three
of the guys were sporting erections. Although I was tired, I hoped they
would drop me to the greasy floor and take turns using my mouth, but Ronda
interceded and said the boys had to get back to work. I was still sitting
on the counter with my legs spread and pussy on display as one of the
mechanics opened the overhead door and pulled my car outside. Luckily
another customer was not arriving as I didn't have the energy to snap my
legs shut. If fact I asked Ronda if I could take a short nap upstairs
because I didn't think I could drive right then.

She told me that wasn't a problem. She said the cost would be I'd have to
clean her apartment again. I smiled and said no problem. She said she would
be back up in an hour and that I should be dressed appropriately. I knew
once my head hit the pillow I'd be out like a light. I hoped that if I was
still asleep when she came upstairs she would see fit to punish me. I
deserved it after the performance I'd just put on.