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The MechanicThe light on the dashboard wouldn’t go out, its presence a sour reminder of how knackered her old Fiesta was. She’d asked a couple of male friends what it was, and the answers weren’t encouraging. “Get it to the garage Faith,” they said. “It might be something and nothing, a valve sticking, but it might be something serious.”And so it was, after work on a rainy Wednesday afternoon, Faith came to drive onto the forecourt of the garage. The mechanic was called Derek, and he was an old friend of her uncle’s. He’d reluctantly agreed to look at it and at least diagnose it for free, so the young girl could decide if she could afford to fix it. Her part time job at the local supermarket inbetween her studies didn’t pay much and anything over £50 would see her going without food this week.She’d not met Derek before, but as a heavyset balding man with a spreading gut straining his overalls came out of the doors, she recognised him from her uncle’s description. She wound her window down, and greeted him cheerfully.“Drive it up onto the ramp then,” he said, wiping his hands on a rag. “Let’s have a look.”Faith drove it up onto the ramp and stepped out, skirt riding up a little, grabbing her handbag. She was a pretty girl, looking maybe a couple of years younger than her nineteen, with long dark hair and perky little breasts. She flashed Derek a winning smile and shook the proffered hand, her own small one vanishing into the mechanic’s large, grease-stained paw.“What’s up with it then love?” Derek asked.“There’s a light on the dash, my mate says it’s the check engine light.”“Ok, give me a couple of minutes. You can go and sit back there,” he said, pointing. “Kettle’s just boiled, help yourself.”Faith found the cleanest mug out of a bad bunch and made herself a brew, hope warring with realism. “Please don’t be anything expensive!” she thought to herself. She sat, flicking through an out of date car magazine disinterestedly, occasionally sipping tea. Çankaya Rus Escort Eventually, Derek came in.“Well, love,” he began…“Please tell me it’s good news!” she begged.“Well, it’s not great.” Derek replied. “You’ve got an emissions sensor out. You’re looking at a couple of hundred quid.”“Really? Is there nothing else it could be?” She asked, more in hope than expectation.“Afraid not,” he replied. “Fault code on the diagnostic. Wouldn’t recommend driving it, you could really fuck it up.”“Oh… Well, if I leave it with you, can you fix it?”“Yeah, but I’m snowed under, apprentice is on holiday. Be weekend at the earliest.”“Well, looks like I’m on the bus then. Do you have a toilet I can use before I go?”“Er, yeah, I suppose.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder towards a door. “Should warn you though, it’s not for customer use.”“It’s ok,” she smiled, walking towards the door and pushing it open. She was greeted by not one but six calendars, all featuring naked girls in various states of undress, from sultry lingerie all the way to full-frontal, legs spread nudity. “The dirty fucker!” she thought, slightly shocked, as she hiked her skirt up and sat down. He probably sits in here wanking! Another thought entered her head: all the girls were young, all were brunettes. Did this old man have a thing for perky young brunettes? Was there a way to make this play to her advantage? She made a decision. Standing up, she stepped out of her knickers and put them in her handbag, twitching her skirt just a bit higher. She took a deep breath and thought her way through this. She didn’t have the money to pay for the car to be fixed. She didn’t have a boyfriend, so she wasn’t cheating on anyone. But what if Derek was married? Well, that was his problem. He was older than her dad, well, he should be grateful then. She could only make a fool out of herself at worst. At best, her car would be fixed Keçiören Rus Escort for cheap.She walked back out, a coy little smile playing about her lips. “I’ll just need to get my house keys off that keyring,” she said holding out her hand. As he passed them over to her, she “accidentally” dropped them, catching them with her toe to make sure her arse was going to be pointing at him when she bent to pick them up.“Oops!” she said, as she bent slowly at the waist, feet slightly apart. Boys her own age stared at her arse as she walked by, there was no way that this dirty old bastard would be able to take his eyes off it. Her skirt rode up, exposing her tidy young pussy to his eager gaze. She straightened slowly, turning to catch a look of pure lust on his face.“So,” Faith said, in a low voice. “Do you think we might be able to come to an arrangement?”“Oh fuck yes!” Taking a quick step forward, he ran a rough, calloused hand up her smooth thigh all the way up to her neatly trimmed cunt. He ran a finger along her slit, growling deep in his throat. “Stay there!” Derek commanded, moving over to the door. He mashed a button with his thumb, the motorised roller door coming down with a grinding sound, shutting out the outside world. He bolted a small side door and moved purposefully back over to Faith. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she stepped forward to meet him. “It’ll all be over soon,” she thought to herself. “Just act like you’re enjoying it.”She slipped her hand into the unbuttoned crotch of his overalls, diving below his waistband beneath his beer belly, grasping his hardening cock. “Not a bad size, at least I can have a bit of fun with it!” Faith approved to herself. She gave it a couple of experimental tugs, feeling it swell some more. Derek leaned in to kiss her, and she turned her head slightly, causing him to miss and kiss her neck. He seemed not to mind, taking Etimesgut Rus Escort a moment to shrug the shoulders of his overalls down, stepping out of them to reveal a grease-stained white t-shirt and jogging bottoms.He pulled her firmly back with him towards the cluttered desk, where he perched on the edge, dropping his jogging bottoms and shorts to the floor as Faith continued to stroke him. Solid pressure on her shoulders forced her to her knees and she found herself at eye level with a very respectable cock, six inches, fat and uncircumsized. He smelled a little, not to strong, not the worst she’d had in her mouth and she parted her lips, teasing him with her tongue at first, tasting his saltiness, before engulfing the head in her warm mouth. She built to a rhythm, using her tongue on his helmet and her hands on his shaft and balls. “Maybe,” she thought, “I can just get him to come in my mouth!”No such luck, as he stood her up and bent her over the desk, pulling her skirt up and exposing her pert little backside and wet cuntlips. Her face was inches from a pile of parts invoices as he roughly finger fucked her from behind for half a minute before he pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his only slightly meatier cock. She felt his tip brushing against her entrance before he thrust in, right up to the balls in one movement. An involuntary moan escaped her as he began hammering away at her from behind, he wasn’t long but he had girth and power and she was pleased to find herself responding, an orgasm building quickly. Her knees weakened as she came hard, only Derek’s strong hands on her hips prevented her collapsing to the floor.“Gonna come!” he grunted.“Not in me!” she exclaimed.He pulled out and Faith dropped to her knees in front of him, tasting herself on his prick. He held her head and fucked her mouth for a few strokes, grunting. He stiffed and shot his load, the first couple of spurts going into her mouth, the rest splattering her pretty cheeks and nose as he pulled out and stroked himself.“Oh, you’re a dirty little bitch!” he said, reaching for his shorts as she knelt on the floor with her pussy on display and her face covered in jizz.“So,” she asked, “what will my car cost now?”“Oh, fuck all,” He winked. “I just tightened a couple of bolts and gave something a wipe. You can drive it away now if you like!”

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