The junk yard bitch

Jees, but Beast had been on the money about those letters. Whatever she’d written in them, Nicola was totally desperate to get them back. Or at least to to do whatever it took for both of us to make sure we kept them to ourselves. Or maybe she was a natural born whore needing the right excuse to get involved in some real rough trade. If that was the way of it, she’d sure come to the right place.

“swallow me, you slut, as much as you can get into you and then some.” I told her. “Or I’ll show you how far I can shove a hot welding torch up your ass.”

“Hey, dude, good idea,” Beast said. The gas tip was close enough for him to pick it up and tap it against a car panel. “Get hot, chick, or we’ll make you hot.”

Nicola heard him that time, no doubt about it, because she went down on me hard, snorting and sniffling as she tried her very best for an ‘all the way’ deal. All she needed to bring it off was just a little more encouragement. And it seemed she might get it as Beast leaned over her with the cutting torch. He put the tip way down, only an inch from her knee, so she could feel the heat still coming off it.

“Try harder, bitch,” he ordered her. “Much, much harder.”

There are different ways of persuading a slut to do what you want her to. But if there’s a better way than with a branding iron, I don’t know what it is. It worked on Nicola, anyway.

Yeah, it’s true she almost choked herself on my cock but what the hell, I’d been working all morning — I deserved a treat. I got one as well as our tamed business lady got all of me down into her throat with her nose buried in my hairs. I could feel her snuffling into my bush, like she was whimpering with pain. Maybe she’d dislocated her jaw or something, I sure didn’t care. And Beast was singing some crazy little song he’d picked up someplace:

Beast laughed, knelt down behind her and put his hand up between her legs. Then he lifted it out and sniffed it. “Wow, she’s ready to rock and roll,” he said. “How about she keeps blowing you off while I fuck her some?”

“I think I can go with that,” I told him.

We hauled Nicola to her feet and then bent her over the hood of a Probe to pull her panties off, which seemed like the right model for the job. Then we left her there for a while as we got rid of our stinking clothes and patted her delicious rump.

“Oh God, you guys are way out at the edge,” she kept saying. “You don’t understand, I’ve got to be back at my desk soon.” But talking like that didn’t stop her from wriggling her ass at us every time it got touched.

She didn’t get that much time for talking anyway, not as soon as she was riding on top of Beast’s hot rod, because I started up again where I’d left off.

It meant balancing on top of one of the wrecks to let Nicola do her deep breathing exercises, but she made it worth the effort. Lots and lots of tongue work in between some serious suction type efforts. I wondered if she’d handled two guys together before and figured that she was probably capable of taking on a black basketball team if she needed to.

What I really wanted to know was if I could get all the way down her throat again. I couldn’t see why not, not if I pushed hard enough. One thing though, if she choked on my cock there was no way I was going to give her the kiss of life.

“Got a big mouth, have you, bitch? Right, see if this fills it for you.”

I’d gotten in position to take the plunge, and I knew it, and she knew it, and she was sucking on me like she was underwater with a blocked snorkel. Then I gave her something to remember when she got back to the office. All the way, man, all the way down her throat until she was wriggling between me and Beast like a gaffed fish.

I gave out with a rebel yell and so did Beast. Fuck, but we were making sure this bitch worked hard for every letter she got back from us. It had sure been nice of Clay to crash his car and let us in on this deal.

I wondered if he was dead or not — I’d have to remember to ask Nicola. If he was still alive we’d have to take some pics of her doing her thing with us and send them to him with a “Don’t Get Well” soon card. In the meantime his bitch was starting to use her teeth to bite lightly on my cock because she had to. Otherwise she was plain going to choke on it.

OK, nobody can say we’re not sensitive new age guys down at the wreckers. I’d take my shaft out of her mouth if that was what Nicola wanted: and then I’d ram it right up her asshole.

The funny thing was that she didn’t seem to want me to do that. It wasn’t as if I wasn’t a real gentleman about the deal. Hell, she saw me get a dab of leaking grease out of a wheel bearing on the end of my finger, and she certainly knew where I put my finger and spread it around to make it easier for her. But even after I’d taken all that trouble for her she still didn’t want to get rimmed front and rear.

She screamed and begged about it, to tell the truth, and that made it so much more fun. “Hey, bro, can I plug your woman between the cheeks?” I asked Beast.

“Well, hell, man, any woman of mine is a woman of yours. Climb aboard and do it.”

Yeah, that was what I wanted to hear. That lovely upturned ass, with those high heels and nylons and her squealing away as Beast fucked her, but looking back over her shoulder with her eyes stucking out like peeled grapes as I snuck in through her back door. And then I was really inside, and fancy pants Nicola was screeching like a high revving metal cutter.

No doubt about it, here was a lady who was going to be sitting mighty cautious on office seat for a while because of a blown ring. And just to prove it there’d be grease stains on her panties every time she blew off.

“You know what happens next?” I asked her.

“I’ve got a hunch I’ll be back tomorrow for lunch,” she gasped.

Yep, she’s our kind of bitch, is Nicola.