It was a pretty typical day for me….I was running errands and shopping for groceries, with program to fix dinner for my husband and me for after he got home from oeuvre. I was halfway between the grocery store and home when I saw the check-engine light outset flashing on the flair, and I could hear a foreign knocking sound coming from underneath the hood of my car.

I pulled over and saw wisps of smoke coming out of the grille in front, and around the edges of the hood, so visualize I had a pretty meaning problem. I called my husband on the headphone, but when he answered he sounded riled and uninterested.

He snapped,"What, Emma ? I'm fussy here….today's a big day for my company and I'm under a crew of pressure."

I knew he'd been struggling at workplace lately, and might even be at risk of losing his job. I stammered,"Uh…the car's acting up. Something's incorrect with the engine."

"Well, you're a fresh woman, Em…figure it out, for Christ's sake…I haven't got time for this."Then he hung up on me.

I was a little startled by his reaction, but then….not really. I have to admit…my married man could be a dick.

Knowing our sloshed financial situation, I was hesitating to call a tow truck, but what choice did I have ? I called AAA, explained my spot, and was told a tow truck would be there in 15 minutes. sure as shooting enough, 15 minutes later, a tow truck arrived, and the driver started hooking up my car to be towed. He was a big guy, with a full beard…not bad looking…wearing dirty denim and a flannel shirt. Pretty much the exact picture you have in your fountainhead when you conjure up the image of a tow truck driver.

As he worked on all the connections for towing my car, it became pretty obvious that he couldn't observe his heart off me, and…more specifically…my chest.

This made perfective sensory faculty, since I'm an attractive blonde, with long, straight hair, and a nice, well-endowed body….including big, natural 36D boobs and mamilla that always seemed to be at least partially erect. Since I wasn't wearing a bra that day, my nipples were making impressive bumps in my cotton fiber tee shirt, and the inadequate driver nearly tripped all over himself trying to do his body of work, while ogling my wobbly tits at the Lapp time.

computation I might give an advantage, I stood following to him as he made the final connection under my car and said,"I haven't got much money….how much is this gon na cost ?"I looked into his middle, toyed with my hair, and wiggled my chest a little as I waited for his answer. He struggled to peel his eyes off my wobbling titmouse, but finally glanced up into my grimace and said,"Don't worry, ma'am…I think we can calculate something out."

I did a modest jump and clapped my handwriting, making my boobs bounce even more, then with a big smile I said,"That is soooo nice of you !"

He said,"You bet. Go ahead and jump into the cab. I'll take you to Parsons'Automotive, about xxv transactions away….he'll take trade good care of you."

I could feel him watching my ass jiggle as I skipped up to the front of the truck, opened the passenger door, and climbed up into cab. He climbed into the driver hind end on the other side, took another long look at my dumbbell swaying beneath my shirt, then revved the engine and pulled away from the curb.

Glancing back and Forth between the road and my teat, he said,"My public figure's Chuck…what's yours ?"

"Hi, Chuck…I'm Emma. This car thing has really thrown me a curve….thanks for coming to my rescue."

Still flicking his eyes over to my bosom every few seconds, eats said,"So, Emma……you said you don't have often money….uh, how are you gon na pay for this tow ?"

I smiled and said,"I don't really know….maybe a defrayal plan ?"

eats laughed and said,"screwing that…"Then he spread his leg a bit, grabbed his genitalia and said,"You can just generate me a fast blowjob and we'll call option it even."

I knew that's where this was going, but I feigned surprise and looked down at his hand massaging what appeared to be an impressive cock running down one of his pant legs.

I stammered,"What ? ? B-b-but I'm married, Chuck…that just wouldn't be right ..."

Then, remembering my phone claim with my married man, I smiled to myself, moved a little closer to him on the work bench seat, and reached over to supercede his hand with mine. Gently rubbing my fingers up and down the length of his growing ray of light, I said,"Oh, what the hell….I surmise it'd be OK."

I unzipped his jean, reached in and fished out his already semi-hard prick. It was large than I expected….nearly 9"….and almost fully put up. I guess watching my tits bounce around while he was hooking up my car really got him going. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, then spit on my hand and spent a few min just stroking the bulbous tip of his dick. He obviously really liked that, as he moaned and rocked his rose hip into my warm, slippery palm.

Driving with one deal, he reached over with the other and draw out my tee shirt up to my chin so he could engage handful of my swaying boobs and tweak my nipples as he drove.

After a few minutes of jerking his now fully erect cock, I leaned over and sucked the head of his penis into my oral fissure and started bobbing my head up and down on his rigid pole. His moaning got louder, and he squeezed my breast harder as he reveled in my warm, wet rima oris sliding back and Forth on his impressive hard-on.

I kept at it for respective mi and, with impeccable timing, Chuck grunted and exploded into my mouth, shooting rope after rope of hot, creamy jizzm against the back of my throat, just as we pulled into pastor'Automotive parking lot. eats pulled to the back of the lot and sat back, as he continued rocking his rose hip into my oral cavity. I sucked and stroked out the final exam spirt of cum from his softening prick, swallowed his entire load, then used my lips and tongue to clean off his spent shaft before shoving it back into his denim and pulling up the zipper.

chuck sat there for a few minutes with his eye closed and a immense smiling on his face, then gave me a grateful look…grabbed my depart tit for one final squeeze…then jumped out and began unhooking my car. I took a moment to pluck my tee shirt back down over my boobs before jumping out of the cab to cut through down Mr. Parson.

I saw Mr. parson in one of the shop mechanic bays, and watched as chuck walked up to him to tell him about my car. He had a pretty big shit-eating smile on his face, so he may hold been telling him about more than just the car. They both looked my way and nodded, then Chuck jumped into his tow truck and pulled out of the parking lot, honking and waving to me as he pulled onto the main route and labour away.

Mr. Parsons came over to me and we discussed my car billet while he poured me a cup of coffee. He was an older guy….maybe early 50's….but nice looking and in decent physique. He said that, if I wanted, I could sit in his office staff rather than in the wait elbow room, while he checked out my car and got it fixed. Then he'd total get me to discuss the details.

As we talked, I noticed that he, too, had a hard time keeping his optic off my wobbling breasts. With a mute smile, I realized that between sucking grub's dick, and his hands fondling my boobs, my nipple had become even more erect than usual, and the bumps they were making in my tee shirt were extremely obvious.

I thanked Mr. pastor as he left to deal with my car, then plopped down on the couch in his post and started reading a biennial old transcript of Reader's Digest.

I must possess fallen asleep, because the succeeding thing I remembered was waking up as Mr. parson came back into his office. I sat up, wiping at my eyes, as Mr. Parsons started explaining what they'd done to fix my car and get it running again.

He handed me an bill and, with a kindly look on his human face, said,"We had the portion in stock, but it's a bit pricey, and the reparation took about two hours of labor."

I saw the total at the butt and said,"holy place shit…that's a lot of money !"I looked up into his aspect and said,"I can't really afford that….can we work out a defrayal plan, or something ?"

Mr. minister of religion glanced down at my nipples, sticking out prominently through the flimsy material of my tee shirt and, with a sly grin on his face, said,"I think we might be capable to come up with a payment programme for you."

I knew where this was going when he stood up in front of me and unzipped his pants, pulling out a pretty impressive cock…about 8"long, extremely compact, and already semi-hard. He put his hands on his articulatio coxae, leaving his dick hanging out of the scuttle in his pants, with the shaft sticking out from his crotch in a diffuse arc and the mushroom-shaped caput pointing straightaway at my dummy, as he said,"We can bug out with a blowjob, if you're interested."

His thick, nearly put up member was swinging gently back and forth between his stage, about four in from my face, and after a legal brief hesitation, I made my decision. I reached out with one deal and pulled him forward, sucking the tip of his motherfucker into my mouth. As I began bobbing my heading back and forth on his growing rod, I unbuckled his bash, unsnapped his trouser and slid them down to his mortise joint, before grabbing his ass impudence in both hands and pulling his cock all the way to the back of my throat.

He stood with his handwriting on his hips for a few minutes, enjoying my warm, wet mouthpiece gliding along the total distance of his now fully erect penis, as I used one hand to stroke his quill, and the early one to caress his lump sack.

After a few minutes with his hands on his hip joint, Mr. pastor reached over and pulled my tee shirt off over my head, tossing it onto the sofa cushion next to me, then slapped and squeezed both of my boob as I continued sucking his thick rod.

It didn't take tenacious before his ventilation quickened, and he grabbed the back of my mind, pulling me hard against his groin and shoving his engorged prick as deep into my mouth as it would go. Suddenly, he erupted, spewing stream after stream of cum down my throat, as I kept bobbing my psyche back and Forth on his schlong. I kept gliding my mouth along the shaft of his unbending pole until he finally finished cumming, then swallowed his intact shipment. With my backtalk still wrapped around his bulbous headspring, I stroked out the last few drops of spunk from his potent foul-up and licked them off the tip of his cock.

Still slowly pumping his calamus with my script, I smiled up at him and said,"So, how'd I do ?"

Catching his breath, he said,"That was great, Emma…but this was an expensive repair. I'm going to need to see a lot Thomas More of you if you don't plan to pay me for my work."

I dropped my eyes to the floor and nodded slightly…."OK, what did you have in nous ?"

Mr. rector took his now flaccid tool and gently slapped it against my cheek ..."Go ahead and clean this off while I think about it."

I sucked his dick back into my mouth and used my lips and tongue to make clean off his glistening shaft, while he continued squeezing and fondling my titty as they dangled between us.

"Aaahhhh…that feels great, Em….OK, here's what we'll do."He grabbed a tit in each hand, giving them both a firm squeezing, and said,"I want to see these boobs in my office every workweek for six month. After that, we'll think this repair paid off….sound good ?"

I nodded my arrangement, still gently stroking his flaccid dick.

"Good…now put me away and zip me up."

I did what he asked, then put my shirt back on, pulled it down over my white meat, and walked out to my car with Mr. Parsons. He handed me the keys, gave my tits a final hug, then said,"See you succeeding week, Em."

When I showed up the come week, Mr. minister took me into his power, locked the room access, and immediately removed my shirt and grabbed hold of my boobs. In no metre, I was bent over his desk, with my panty tossed aside, my dame pushed up to my low back, and Mr. Parsons'pants around his ankles. He stood between my scatter legs and plowed his thick hard-on into me from behind, as he reached around to slap and fondle my swinging tits.

After he erupted inside my cunt, he had me call on around and squat between his wooden leg, using my mouth to clean off his slick, cum-drenched cock, while he stood in strawman of me with his bridge player on his hips.

The week after that he had me completely naked, laying on his couch, with my leg spread wide…hammering his pissed phallus in and out of my pussy like a piston, as he watched my nipple bounce around like loony. When he came, he pulled his prick out of my cunt, then jerked a Brobdingnagian load of cum all over my expression and tits. Fortunately he had a private bathroom just off his office so I could clean up before going home….that would accept been tough to explain to my husband.

This went on for six month, per my accord with Mr. Talcott Parsons. After that, I always took my car to his automobile shop for any workplace I needed done, visiting with Mr. minister of religion in his office after each repair. I even offered to take my husband's car into the shop whenever he had job with it, which he really appreciated. So far it's been working quite well….I haven't had to pay for any repair made to our cars for the retiring four years .