The Check Engine Light

She’s 25, married with no children, long blonde hair dyed bright pink, thick and pouty lips with a natural brick-red shade, and eyes as blue as the deepest ocean. She was an easy 10. Her body was as nice as they come. The kind you leave your wife for. A 38DD, a 28-inch waist, and 40-inch hips, the quintessential hourglass figure. The best part about it is she wasn’t the type to realize how traffic-stopping she is. She was a normal down to earth girl next door type. Never afraid to get dirty. She no longer works since her husband has an excellent upper-management job with a tech company doing boring techy things. He is a 36-year-old balding tech nerd on his second marriage, with a major case of functional autism. Maybe he was a failure in bed and neglectful, maybe she never got an orgasm when they had boring 4-minute pump-and-dump sex sessions, and maybe he wasn’t the best at relationships, but he provided well. She guessed that was enough. You’ve got to take the good with the bad she told herself.

Another Wednesday has arrived, and she has her usual plans: lunch with the girls and a bit of retail therapy. The only real thrills in her life were shopping and listening to girls from college and high school talk about their latest sexual conquest. Her Amazon bill was huge, but her husband didn’t notice. She slipped on her favorite yellow sundress, her red silk panties and matching bra, and her yellow low-top all-stars. Since she was just meeting the girls, she didn’t do much makeup, just mascara, and lipstick, nothing too dramatic.

She hops into her 2023 BMW M3 and heads into town, noticing a low fuel light pop up on her display. She pulls into the closest gas station she can find on her GPS, a shady-looking older station, with an attached garage. Unfortunately, it’s not full service, so she fills up herself. As she does, she notices the mechanic on duty is an older gentleman with a shaved head and beard that reaches down to the bottom of his rib cage. He’s heavily tattooed and stern looking. His blue greasy work shirt and pants and facial tattoos lead you to believe he has seen time in lockup. He’s intimidating looking, but just the type she likes. Her mind races with daydreams while she finishes filling the car. However, she knows she’s a married woman now, and she can’t do anything about it.

After finishing up at the station, she continued on her way to lunch with her friends at the trendy brunch café. Mimosas flowed while the girls exchanged wild sex stories and gossip about their uber-fun-filled lives. She couldn’t help but feel envy and jealousy. Yes, she was secure, and yes, her friends lived paycheck to paycheck, but they were living. She, on the other hand, led a lonely existence. Her mind wandered back to the handsome mechanic. More Mimosas, more stories. More mimosas, more thoughts. She had drunk her weight by this point and had hardly touched her expensive assed food. Just not in the mood. Lunch finally ended, and it was time for her normal shopping trip, but she wasn’t feeling it this week. She just wanted to go home and sleep it off, but she was also obsessing about the mechanic and the girls’ fun lives.

She decided it was time to live a bit. While not something she would normally do, the mimosas have clouded her judgment and thrown her inhibitions out the door. She decides to arrange a check engine light on her BMW, visit that mechanic, and seduce him. She grew up around cars; her dad was a weekend race car driver and an all-around handyman. He was known to turn a few wrenches in his day. He made sure his daughter knew how to rebuild an engine by the time she knew how to drive.

She knew if she created a simple vacuum leak, the car would throw a code. However, it wouldn’t cause any damage and is a simple, free fix. She knew to take the gas cap off the filler neck and drive around the block. This would solve, or in this case, create her issue. After a few minutes, the check engine light appears on her touchscreen display, just as she predicted it would. This was her excuse to take the car to the handsome mechanic she had seen earlier.

As she pulls in and runs over the bell cable, alerting the mechanic that a customer arrived, she had second thoughts. Those dissipate as he walks out of the garage, wiping his greasy hands on a red shop towel. He asks if he can help her. She exits the car and explains the check engine light came on after she got gas. The garage smelled of gasoline, engine oil, grease, and sweat, and it was already doing a number on her head. She pretends to be clueless about cars, mispronounces things, and uses words like doohickey to describe items. However, she knew full well what everything was.

He knew immediately what the issue was, a loose gas cap. All he needs to do was clear the code and tighten the cap. A 2-minute job, and a free one at that, and she’d be set. But he ran a business, and she seemed rich. Plus, she was the exact kind of woman that would laugh him down if he approached her, so why not charge her? Sure, she could have had the job done for free at an AutoZone parts store, but what did that matter? This wasn’t an AutoZone, and she didn’t know better. “Fuck her”, he thought. In his head, he knew this was a brand-new BMW, so he figured an outrageous number like 500 bucks wouldn’t mean a thing to someone like her. He took his time and test-drove the car. When he returned, he found her flipping through one of his Backstreet Chopper magazines. “All right, you had a vacuum leak. Got you all set. After taxes and labor, plus diagnostic fees, and parts, you’re looking at 527.50, but let’s just make it an even 500.”

“Oh… I didn’t know it would be so expensive. I only have 125 dollars and I don’t want my husband to know… can I pay over time?” She asked, knowing she spends more than that a week on her personal trainer.

“The fuck you mean you don’t have the money? Why should I give a dry fuck about your weak dick husband? You pull in here in a fuckin brand-new BMW and you can’t pay? Bullshit! You’re just another rich cunt Karen living on daddies’ money who thinks they can get by on their looks. They think they can fuck over anyone they choose to. Well, lady, you fuckin picked the wrong one today. I’ll keep the goddamned car and chop it. Now, either cough up the 500 bucks, start walking, or get on your knees and start suckin’, ’cause you ain’t leaving with the car, stupid cunt.” He growled, the bass and tone in his voice almost deafening.

Without a word, she drops to her knees, and unzips his fly, catching him off guard. He does his best to hide the look of shock and surprise from her, and she pulls his cock from his pants and places it inside her mouth. He allows her to be in control and blow him for the first 10 minutes or so. Just a simple run-of-the-mill shallow, up-and-down blowjob. Mostly head. Nothing wrong with it, but certainly not in his style.

“This ain’t paying for shit,” he says.

She looks up and removes the stiff cock from her mouth. “Umm, what? What’s the problem?”

“Let me show you how you pay a goddamn bill”

Without warning, he reaches back and slaps the ever-loving shit out of her cheek, and follows that by grabbing her by the jaw and spitting directly in her face. No one has hit her before, nor spat on her. The jolt of electricity it sent through her and directly to her cunt was absolutely astounding. She never felt such fear and thrill. She was truly alive.

“Uhhh… again” she whispered

“Say it louder”

“Again”

“Beg”

“Again, please.”

He laughed and obliged with several well-laid slaps across the cheeks, then he opened her mouth and spat directly into it, and she squirmed with delight, already nearing an orgasm without ever being touched. He reached down and choked her with his right hand and groped her breasts with his left. He squeezed them so hard, it was certain to bruise and leave grease marks on her sundress. His grip around her throat was tight, so much so that she began to black out. She had been choked before but never like this, never with objectified intent. She was truly not a person to him, just a set of holes that owed him money.

He loosened his grip and forced his cock back into her mouth with overwhelming fury. He didn’t stop when he met resistance as she had. Instead, he forced his way through it and into her throat, something she had not done. She had never had to. Looking the way she did she never had to take a deep throat pounding or rough sex, or anal… just basic sex. Light choking and spanking, and doggy style were about as wild as she had been at this point. Well, except for the time she slept with a girl in college.

She immediately gags and retches forward, then to the side trying to get the cock out of her throat. However, he anticipates the move and holds her steady, and thrusts. Her eyes fill with tears and her makeup streams down her face as she panics, struggling to breathe and escape his grip. He can sense her struggle, but he doesn’t care. He moves forward with his desired thrusts until he wants to pull his cock out and slap her around more.

As she struggles to gather air and regain control, he takes advantage and strikes her face, snapping her back to the reality she’s put herself in. She’s frightened but in an enjoyable way. He grabs her by her pretty pink hair and drags her up from her knees. He spins her around, shoving her over the hood of his 1968 Dodge Dart Swinger project car. She’s in such a frenzied state she doesn’t protest, as this wasn’t part of the deal. He grabs her red panties and rips them down to her ankles in one smooth motion. Next, he flips her dress up and exposes her flawless round ass.

Now, he snaps his belt off in one flick of the wrist and drops his pants to the floor. He doesn’t bother with underwear, so he’s ready to go. Before she knows it, he’s wrapped the belt around her neck and chokes her with it from behind, his rigid cock still dripping with spit from the intense throat fucking he took from her seconds earlier. She prepares herself for her pussy to be pounded while the belt digs into her neck, but that’s not what he has in mind.

She feels the tip of his cock press hard against her asshole, and she cries out “I’ve never done that! Don’t!”

“Well, you have now, bitch.”

He forces his way into her virgin ass with no condom, and no lube other than her throat spit. She squeals from the pressure and pain searing through her body. The pain is intense, like nothing she’s ever felt before, but it’s also kind of enjoyable. He takes his time, savoring every inch as he works his way up to the hilt. She’s so tight and fighting so hard, he knows he won’t last long, especially if he goes fast. He resists the urge to pound away and instead gives full length slow steady backstrokes, while slamming into her with brute force with each forward thrust, pulling back on the belt for leverage. He keeps a hand wrapped around the belt, and his other hand on one hip for the duration of his tour of her ass. She feels amazing and has not one but two anal orgasms from his heavy balls slapping into her pussy that he’s yet to touch. He eventually gives in and ramrods her, giving rapid-fire strokes to and from, slamming into her with such force that the car shakes on the lift. She endures this pounding for at least 15 minutes before the grip on the belt drops, and she is spun around again. At this point, she’s dick-drunk and willing to do anything told.

He pushes her to her knees and shoves his cock back inside her mouth, and she greedily accepts without thinking about where it’s been. He knows he’s close to finishing. He forces his cock back down her now more open and willing throat. She has a much easier time accommodating it this go around. She still chokes and gags, but she doesn’t fight as hard, and she doesn’t panic. She has learned to trust him a bit at this point. Why, however, she isn’t sure. He treated her throat even more like a cunt this time, fucking it with wild abandon, like a rutting bull. His balls smack her chin with force each time. Just when she thinks she can’t take it anymore, he suddenly pulls his cock from her throat and snatches her head backwards by the hair. It’s time.

He lets loose a mighty roar as he engulfs her face in his cum. He covers her from her hair to her neck, getting copious amounts of jizz in her eyes and mouth. She felt her own orgasm burst forth from the sheer joy and relief of getting him off, her legs snapping shut and shaking. “Now clean your face off and swallow it all.” She complies, like a good girl, the salty treat coating her taste buds and making her feel like she had a job well done. As he pulls up his pants, and she collects herself from the damage he’s done to her, she hears him chuckle quietly. “I got you on film, bitch. I own you.” He then points to the garage corners, where she notices the cameras. He follows it up by saying “I expect that cash too, and you’ll be stopping by here twice a week until I get tired of you. Otherwise, I’ll send the hubby this video, and upload it all over the internet.”

While she pulls out of the garage, somewhat worse for wear, her pussy is still throbbing and dripping wet from how excited the whole ordeal has made her. As she eagerly awaits Friday, when she plans to visit again, she hopes she’ll be good enough for him to fuck her pussy too this time.