The Mechanic's Mistress

A lonely housewife is an insatiable creature, so much so that she may go to extreme measures to... settle her unholy desires. Especially when said housewife's husband is away at the office all day.

“Excuse me,” Mrs. Carter said to the young woman behind the counter as she sauntered into the auto shop. Her black high heels clicked on the grease-stained tiled floor. “I'm here to see Mr. Thompson. I have an appointment.” Mrs. Carter had never seen this woman here before- she must be new.

Mrs. Carter was an alluring older woman. At the age 45, her hair still shown an auburn shade of red and her green eyes sparkled with the light of a woman half her age. Her body was well rounded, soft in all the right places, but also tight and well taken care of. Her husband was a fool for taking what he had for granted... but was she truly his?

“Yes, of course.” The young woman said, digging through a stack of papers on the desk. She picked one up and squinted at it. “Mrs. Jane Carter?” She asked, looking back up at the older woman in front of her.

Mrs. Carter pursed her lips. “Yes.”

“Have you already pulled your car into the garage?”

Mrs. Carter smirked at that. “That won't be necessary.” She's definitely new.

She looked confused at that, obviously not comprehending. She held up her finger in a just a moment sort of way and then picked up the phone on her desk. She dialed in a quick number and Mrs. Carter rolled her eyes. “Mr. Thompson, I have a Mrs. Carter here to see you. Would you like me to send her back?” She nodded and hung up the phone. “Mr. Thompson is his office. Would you like me to show you the way?”

Mrs. Carter raised her eyebrows. “No, thank you. I think I can manage.”

Mr. Thompson “office” was actually just down a short hall adjoined to the front area, the first door of the right. “Office” isn't the word Mrs. Carter would use to describe the little room. It didn't even have a desk! No, it was more of a lounge with two ratty old love seats and a beat up TV. Posters of half naked women plagued the walls and there was more than one mysterious stain on the floor.

When Mrs. Carter entered, Jake (Mr. Thompson) was eating a meat pizza and watching an episode of South Park. She could smell the garlic breath from the doorway.

He was disgusting. He was so hot.

Jake Thompson was the local mechanic. He had his own shop and business running at the ripe age of 26. He got most of his business because of his looks. No housewife could resist a sexy, well-muscled grease monkey and he knew it. He was smart. He knew what he had and he worked it well. A cocky motherfucker.

“You ever thought of cleaning this place up?” Mrs. Carter asked from the doorway. She crossed her arms over her chest and kicked at a dirty, grease rag on the floor. “It smells like a teenage boy rubbed one out all over the walls.”

“I did,” Jake said, standing up from his spot on the couch and rubbing his hands together to get rid of the excess garlic butter.

She wouldn't be surprised if he was telling the truth. “You disgust me.”

“Then why do you keep coming back for more?” He was in front of her now, his muscled chest against hers. His gray eyes stared down into her green ones. How could someone that was so dirty be so fucking hot? Mrs. Carter didn't know and, for now, at least, she didn't care.

She hadn't come since their last... appointment. And that had been almost two weeks ago. She probably needed this more than he did.

“I want you to bend me over that grimy couch of yours and fuck me into next week.” His breath was hot on her face and it was driving her insane. She reached up to kiss him, but suddenly his right hand was in her hair, pulling her face upward before her lips could connect with his.

“I think we're forgetting just who's in charge here,” he whispered. He leaned down to drag his lips across the skin beneath her ear. “Hmmm...” Oh.

Mrs. Carter shook with anticipation. In all of her life, she had never met anyone who could make her feel as turned on, as sexy, as Jake made her feel. Most certainly not her husband. She could feel her panties dampen.

His tongue snaked from between his lips and he licked up the length of her neck... and suddenly he was spinning her around. Her hands barely reached out in time to stop herself from hitting the wall face first. His hands moved immediately to her tight ass.

“God, I fucking love your ass,” he mumbled, grabbing a nice handful. He turned her around again in one swift motion. “Feel how hard you make me.” He led her hand to the pulsing bulge in his pants.

Mrs. Carter massaged his member through his jeans adeptly. “Can I suck it... please...?” He had her begging so quickly...

“If you insist.” He pushed on her shoulder gently, causing her to almost fall to her knees in front of him.

She struggled with the button on his jeans, her hands shaking with adrenaline. When she finally freed his cock, it bobbed up and down, and then her painted red lips when straight for the head. She engulfed his member in her mouth, first sucking only on the head and then slowly working her way down, accepting it almost all the way down her throat.

Jake groaned and tilted his head back. Mrs. Carter was by far the best suck he'd ever had. “Fuck,” he groaned his hand fisting in her hair.

She pulled back with a pop. “You like that?” She asked, licking along the length of his cock before taking it, once again, deep in the back of her throat. She forced herself to swallow around his member, knowing the movement of her muscles would feel amazing to him. She wrapped her arms around his thighs and pulled him ever closer. Her nose brushed against his pelvis and she forced her mouth to open even wider so, and her tongue to move from left to right on the base of his shaft and balls.

He pulled on her hair gently, disconnecting her mouth from him. If she didn't stop soon he'd explode right then and there.

“I bet you're dripping wet, aren't you? Just from having my cock in your mouth. You really are a filthy little whore.” His voice was husky, as though he had just woken up from a long nap. It drove Mrs. Carter wild.

Her husband could never do this to her, hard as he tries.... Not that he ever really tried.

“I bet you want this dick deep inside you, don't you? A dirty little slut like you probably can't get enough. Stand up.” He took a step back so Mrs. Carter could steady herself in her ridiculously high heels. God, she was so hot- especially for a woman almost twice his age. “Bend over the coffee table and lift your dress up.”

She did as she was told, raising her little black dress up and around her hips. A gush of cold air from the window unit caressed the bare skin of her ass.

With a skilled hand, Jake slowly lowered her black thong, stopping once it reached the back of her knees. He ran his hand over her back end and admired how firm it was. And then he pulled his arm back, as far as it would go, and let it snap forward. A loud smack filled the room as the flesh of his hand met her ass. She jumped and bit her lower lip, trying desperately to hold in the moan that rose in her throat.

“This ass is mine. Do you understand?” His hand, calloused by years of working on cars, slid down and massaged the soft skin of her thigh. She whimpered as he drew closer and closer to her aching quim.

When his rough fingers brushed against the wet lips of her core, she inadvertently let out a high pitched hiss.

“You're dripping...” He tapped on her thigh and she spread her legs as far as they could go with her thong still at her knees, using the palms of her hands to support herself on the coffee table. She was completely exposed to him.

At first, he rubbed the whole of her wetness with a single finger, teasing her. His finger moved from her clit to her tight hole, and finally, he pushed inside. Her back arched and he pulled back, only to add another finger, stretching her.

He pumped in and out of her opening, slowly at first and then faster, and even faster still. Soon Mrs. Carter was gasping and wiggling beneath his touch. Her moans were loud- loud enough it was almost for certain the entire auto shop could hear. His thumb pressed into the most sensitive part of her.

He pulled away, and with the same hand he had just used on her, he stroked his cock up and down. His knees pushed against the backs of her thighs, causing her to arch her back. “I know what you want...” He rubbed his dick all along her core, much like he had done with his finger when he had been teasing her, and in one swift movement, he slid himself deep inside her tight hole. He didn't bother giving her time to adjust to the sensation.

Mrs. Carter moaned, no longer trying to hold back her sounds of pleasure. God, he was so big... So much bigger than her husband. She couldn't help but reach down and massage her clit as he pounded her pussy from behind. The action intensified the feeling and her legs began to shake.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight,” he groaned and sped up the pace. He grabbed a fist full of her red hair, causing her head to tilt back. She could look into his eyes now; his sexy gray irises seemed to stare into her very being. How could someone be so damn hot?

“Oh, fuck. You feel so good.” He let go of her hair and his hand snaked around her throat- not too tightly, but tight enough for Mrs. Carter to catch her breath. She managed to glide the hand that had been rubbing her clit even further down still until she was cupping and massaging his balls while he pounded her. She heard him hiss.

The feel of her face against the wooden coffee table was strangely erotic, despite the fact that she was sure she was going to have a red cheek for a while afterward. She'd have to make up some excuse for it when Mike came home... The scenery turned her on just as much as the feel of his cock inside her. The smell of dirty socks and sex... Something about being in this dirty, neglected room...

To her surprise, Jake reached down and ripped her favorite thong in two. As the fabric fell down her legs, Jake grabbed the back of her thigh and hoisted it up on the table beside her face, spreading her pussy lips and leaving her open for him. The point of her high heel rested only inches from her nose. As if it were even possible, it felt as though he had somehow managed to plow deeper inside of her- she could feel him against the walls of her cervix, almost as though he was inside the lower part of her stomach.

He pounded into her twice, as hard as he could, before pulling her up by the shoulders. Her cheek rested against his, and she was flush against him. Mrs. Carter whimpered as he changed from fast and hard thrusts, to slow and agonizing.

“This pussy belongs to me,” he growled in her ear. His voice was husky and rough- just the way she liked it. “Do you understand? I don't give a shit if you're married or not- this pussy is MINE.” His grabbed onto her cheeks and squeezed until her lips puckered out dramatically.

She whimpered in reply, her brain unable to produce coherent words or thoughts. “Yours,” she finally managed to gasp.

He pulled completely out of her and slapped her ass. “Go sit on the couch and spread your legs for me, whore.”

Of course, Mrs. Carter did as she was told. How could she not?

“Now, touch yourself for me. I want you to make yourself come.”

She snaked her hand down her body, pausing to twist and pull on her hardened nipples, and finally reached her dripping pussy. Her head tilted back as she rubbed at the tiny rosebud between her thighs. She felt so dirty and wicked... She slid a finger deep inside herself and used her thumb to continue to press into her clit. Oh.

“Look at me,” Jake demanded.

When she opened her eyes, she saw he was staring right at her, stroking his cock with his right hand. She added another finger and, though it was nowhere near comparison to Jake, she couldn't help the moan that rose in her throat. She knew just where to touch herself to get her off in a matter of minutes, knew the right buttons to push, and soon she was coming right on her hand. Never once did her eyes leave his.

“God, you are so fucking hot.”

He dropped to his knees and crawled on all over fours to her. Next thing she knew, he was burying his face in her pussy. He worked her over in a skilled fashion, licking not just her clit but the whole of her pussy. Mrs. Carter watched in amazement as he pulled back and let a dribble of drool slip from between his lips and directly on to her core. Instead of being disgusted, as she ought to be, this turned her on even more, and she reached up to twist her fingers through his hair. She couldn't stop herself from bucking against his tongue.

Mike would never do this to me. In almost twenty years of marriage, Mr. Carter had never gone down on Mrs. Carter. He thought it disgusting and pointless- just like the female orgasm. Jake on the other hand... he seemed to love lapping up the juices that flowed so readily from her quim.

He shook his head from side to side and sucked her clit into his mouth, somehow still managing to wiggle his tongue into her. His hand slammed down on the skin of her thigh and Mrs. Carter gasped.

It hurt so good.

Jake rose up, kissing from her clit and up her stomach. His lips latched to her nipple and he rolled the hardened bud between his teeth. His arms slithered around her thighs and jerked her forward, positioning her so that her ass was on the edge of the couch.

“Hug your legs.”

Mrs. Carter wrapped her arms around her knees, holding her legs up above her head, and Jake positioned himself at her entrance. In one swift motion, he was pounding in and out of her. She could feel his member pulsing inside and knew it wouldn't be long...

Before she knew it, Jake was pulling out and his seed was spilling all over her pussy lips and stomach.

****

Jake stopped Mrs. Carter from grabbing the sweat towel off the side of the couch and wiping up their mess. “No,” he said. “I want you to leave it there until you get home, you dirty whore.”

Mrs. Carter smirked but did as she was told. She pulled her dress down like it was nothing, sure she had a small spout of creamy stains on her front.

“Same time next week?” She asked as she reached for her purse, which had fallen on the ground by the door when he first started kissing her.

“I'll check my schedule.” He said as he dug around for a bottle of water in the mini fridge. He didn't bother offering her one. That wasn't his way and she liked it like that.

“Let me know. You have my number.” She winked over her shoulder as she went on her way. She knew he would be calling her back by tomorrow- they always did.

“Have a nice day, Mrs. Carter,” the secretary said, standing up from behind her desk, as Mrs. Carter walked back into the front of the auto shop. A knowing look sparkled in her big brown eyes.

“Trust me. I will.” She waved to the woman as she left, not bothering to hide the wicked smile that rose on her lips.