Meeting my executive husband at the Garage
The day I met my husband it was particularly busy at the shop. All my boys had clients, and cars were backed up in the lot waiting to be serviced. So when this shiny black BMW drove in all I could think was there was no chance we could help this dude. So, I went to tell them to come back in a couple of days. Then I looked into the car. The driver was hot as fuck. He was a slim, tall, executive, with black hair, and a cheesy grin. I decided then that I could make this one work if I stayed late.
When I walked up to the car he was on his phone, hardly paying me any attention. I leaned onto his window and asked what we could do for him. He took off his aviator glasses to reveal his beautiful blue eyes. When we locked eyes, we both paused. I was pleasantly surprised by how long we stared, it was clear there was a slight attraction. He was hotter up close. I was trying hard to not show how much he turned me on but was not sure I was being successful. He then replied, my car is making a weird noise, so I need it checked out and done soon. He then looked back at his phone. He had a demanding tone to his voice like he expected me to jump to his request. I have met a few of these executive alpha types who always expected to be served on hand over foot. I wasn't gonna let him get away with this shit. Standing back, I said well as you can see, we're kind of busy. He then said he would pay whatever it takes. He needed the car tomorrow.
I knew someone would have to work late to make this happen, and no one would be willing to do that, so it would have to be me. I didn't want to help this arrogant fucker… but my dick was saying otherwise. I turned to him and said I don't know if that's possible. He replied that he could make the overtime worthwhile. I paused, I was not sure if he knew about our overtime policy, but his choice of words piqued my interest. I did not need the money but thought of other ways this could be worthwhile.
I said well, let me have a look, and told him to release the hood for me. He pulled the latch inside the car and I went to look at the engine. I saw immediately what was going on. His belt was worn and a little loose, which was a little strange for a new car, but I knew this was a minor thing that easily could be repaired. I realized I could help this guy without much effort on my part. Of course, I wasn't gonna let him know that it was an easy fix. I told him I could try but it could take at least 2 or 3 hours of overtime. He said he would pay whatever to get his car back before tomorrow.
I said, OK, let's go into the office and we will get some paperwork done. He got out of his car. He was taller than I expected, at least 6’2”, with a lean athletic build. He looked even more intimidating standing there in his tailored black suit. Nothing like a confident man in a fucking suit to get my cock hard. I corrected my posture so my big bulky muscular frame also looked intimidating. We walked towards the office, and I could hear his black leather oxford clomping behind me. In the office, I sat down got some paperwork, and started writing some notes on what could be expected.
I offered him a seat but he said he preferred to stand. He looked around the office with a disapproving smirk. Defensively I said, “This is a working man’s office”. He replied, I see. He kept scoping out the space and eyes locked on my stash of cigars. I saw him looking and asked if he liked to smoke. He sneered, and replied, no disgusting habit, but I see how it might appeal to others”. His obvious disapproval was pissing me off, and wondered if I even wanted to get the overtime I was hoping for. I finished the paperwork and took his phone number so I could call him later.
I tried to have some light banter, but he was having none of it. Clearly, to him, I was just some fucking help he needed to get some shit done and wouldn’t talk to me normally. He didn't give a fuck about me. Strangely though, I found that kind of sexy. Watching this motherfucker acting, all domineering and dismissive of me, had me fantasizing about pushing him onto my desk and fucking that cockiness right out of him.
He started walking out of the office. I watched him stand, with perfect posture. He knew who he was, and he knew people were ready to serve him. He got into the Uber and he looked over at me and gave me a wry smile. I couldn't tell if a smile was a sign that he fancied me or cockiness at getting what he wanted. This guy had me messed up. I was mixed with emotion between wanting to be fucked by him and wanting to fucking the smirk right off his face.
I put the keys on the office desk and went back to work. I knew that I'd have to work on this car later. As the afternoon drew on, I decided to go and do some of the small things that needed to be done. Once all my chores were done, I got to work on his car. I changed the fan belt, tinkering and tightening a few nuts, and had the car purring like a kitty in no time. I was pleased with myself with how quickly this stuff took. I was wondering if I was wrong to lead him on that this was going to take much longer. I concluded that if I did not get some extra services from this guy, I would just charge this motherfucker for as much overtime as possible.
Since I was staying behind anyway, I started doing some paperwork, just killing time. I waited for at least a couple of hours before giving this motherfucker a call. I want to make sure that he thought that I worked long and hard to fix his car. I decided since I was staying late I might enjoy one of my fat Gran Habanero, number 5 cigars. It's the big fat cigars and makes me feel like a fucking beast. I pulled myself a whiskey and sat in the chair. Put some porn on my phone and then lit that cigar. Then I called him to come and get his car. I made it clear I had to stay late for this, so you owe me one. He seemed to appreciate it and said he'd make sure he made it up to me.
He was 10 minutes away. I went out and got his car ready, leaving the keys in the ignition. I continued to watch porn, killing time, waiting for that motherfucker. I drank another glass of whiskey. My alcohol-induced confidence started to make me feel more cocky. Self-assured, that there was no way that he was gonna look down at me. Smoking my cigar feeling a little tipsy. I told myself I would make sure I got paid nicely for waiting late and for the bad attitude.
He rocked up and then stepped out of his lift. Still dressed in his dark black suit. I asked myself does this motherfucker go anywhere in anything casual? He walked up to the car. I told him to get in and try and he turned on the car and purred just as I expected, he then stepped out of the car again and looked at me while I was smoking my cigar and said OK, so what do I owe you?
I told him how much it would cost to fix the car under normal circumstances, he just looked at me and smiled and said that sounds like a good deal. I didn't smile back and say but that didn't include the overhead. The extra for working late. He looked at me and we said. What do I owe you for that? I looked him up and down instead. Damn, this man was fucking hot, but his attitude made me want to bring him down a peg. I said, what do you think my time is worth? He smiled, and he said he was happy to throw in an extra $500 for the time and effort. I looked at him and smiled that would work.
After the cold exchange, we maintained our stare for a few seconds. Clearly one of us was hoping that this transaction was gonna go a little bit longer. I said, Is there anything else I can help you with? He looked at me and asked what were the other services we offered. I took a puff of my cigar and just stared longer. After an intense few seconds, I just adjusted my cock so the outline was clear through my overalls then casually took my hand away. He looked down and stared at my growing hard-on.
He then asked what he needed to do for these additional services. I replied, I was wondering if you're gonna ask. He smiled and said usually I don't need to ask. I looked at him, and told him you're a cocky bastard, aren't you? I walked up to him and he took a step back, leaning against his black shining BMW. I placed my hand between his legs, feeling the smooth cotton of his black pants. I caressed his dick and balls. He was packing. This was gonna be a good night.
With my cigar in my mouth, and my face close to his, I knew I was intimidating to him a little. He turned away as I blew smoke in his face. Are you not a fan of my cigar? This made me happy. I was glad to make him uncomfortable. Well, you know I don't give a fuck. I'm in charge here if I'm gonna smoke and you're just gonna have to deal with it. I grabbed tighter on these balls and cock. He was getting excited and unsettled.
I undid his belt and slowly slid my hand into his pants. My calloused hands felt the heat from his dick. It was long and skinny, with a nice fat bulbous head. He definitely had a beautiful cock, and my lips were watering with the thought of getting down on him, but I knew that that wasn't going to happen this time around. I needed to be in charge here and had to make sure he knew that before I was gonna get to enjoy seeing me give him a blow job.
We maintained our stares, as I held on to his cock. The moment was dragging out, but the longer I stared, the more I could feel his nervousness rise. I then took my hands out and put them on his shoulder, slowly pushing him down on his knees. I undid the buttons on my overalls all the way down, so I could release my fat hard cock. His eyes look up eagerly as my hairy chest became exposed, and finally my rock-hard cock. I could see from his eyes that he was kind of shocked. I knew my cock was huge for many, and it scared a lot of people. Regardless, he grabbed it enthusiastically and slowly licked the top of my head. He first licked the spunk that built up under my foreskin, from my porn session previously. Fuck, this man knew how to work a cock. After licking the precum from my head, he slowly slid his mouth down. Going deeper and deeper. Although initially intimidated by my size, it didn't seem like he cared at this point and was enjoying the moment. I quickly put my hands on his head and started pushing down further to the balls. I want to make sure that he was choking on my dick.
He then forcefully lifted his head off my cock, taking in a deep breath, saliva dripping down his lips. Looking down at this motherfucker on his knees with my cock in his mouth, brought a smile to my lips. I knew that now I wasn't charged and this motherfucker was gonna do whatever I said. I grabbed him again and pushed him back down on my cock. I let him suck at me hard. I made sure that he was working me like a fucking cock hungry whore he was.
I then pushed him back against the car and started the fuck his face, ramming my cock in and out of his mouth. He opened up his jaws wide, showing no resistance, as I fucked his face faster and faster. It was clear that he was enjoying this moment more than I could imagine. As I was feeling like I was getting close, I decided I needed to switch things up. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and lifted him up by the armpits and went in for a kiss. I don't normally want a kiss these tricks, but this man is fucking beautiful. Our lips eagerly wrestled together, tongues reaching out to taste each other. The embrace felt passionate and I started to worry he might realize how much I was into him, thereby losing any control I had of the situation.
I grabbed him by the waist and turned him around. I pushed him against his car, forcing his head down onto the hood. He knew what was coming next. I slowly pull down his pants to reveal his beautiful big round bulbous arse cheeks, that bounced as he as I slapped them. I wasn't too sure how often this man got fucked but I was gonna enjoy this. I grabbed his orbs with my large hand, exploring them eagerly, searching for his hole. Once I found my prize, I slowly ran my fingers up and down his arse, teasing his sphincter, occasionally allowing my fingers to penetrate. I could feel his arse sucking my finger in. I slowly slid my finger in and out, massaging his prostate. I added another finger, and then another, aggressively sliding them in and out. His moaning told me he wanted more, as my finger moved deeper and deeper into his hole
As I played with his ass, I could feel how tight he was. I knew this motherfucker wasn't someone who got fucked very often. Given his attitude, I figured he probably preferred being a dominant top. With my fingers still deep in his arse, I leaned forward, cigar close to his face, and whispered into his ear. I see you're not used to being fucked. Well, now you going to see what is like being with a real man you little fucker. He just smiled.
You're in for a treat today. I could tell he was a little nervous. Having sucked my cock, he knew it was big. He knew this was gonna hurt, especially for someone who didn't take it very often up the arse often. This could be quite a traumatizing experience, at least at first. Although normally I would be more gentle in these situations, I recalled what a cocky motherfucker was and that this was something he had coming. I went back to focusing on the prize and rubbed my cock up and down the crack of his arse. I made sure I stopped at his hole, teasing him.
When I was ready, I slowly pushed it in a little. I could feel his resistance, and nerves as I was slowly pushing against his hole, so I pulled it back out. Feeling this push-pull of nerves and excitement, I did this a couple of times to keep the anticipation up. I didn’t want him to know when I'll would start fucking him properly. After 3 or 4 times of teasing his arse, I decided I was ready to use this man like the bitch he now was. I pushed it in hard to get my whole head into that tight hole. I could feel the resistance as I pushed my cock deeper into his arse. He screamed a little in pain, although I also knew that he was enjoying what was going on.
I stopped and let my cock head just sit inside his arsehole and waited until he could get used to my size. I sat there for a moment. I could hear him taking deep breaths, as he let his arsehole give way to my cock. I then slowly rammed it in further, entering him inch by inch. I slowly pushed myself deeper into his arse until I was all the way down, all the while I could hear the squeals of pain. When the cries began to morph into moans of ecstasy, I went deeper and deeper.
I could tell this fucker wasn't used to this and I wanted to savor every moment. I was sure he was going to tell me to stop. I was glad he didn't, but also was not sure that if he did, I would have listened. I was enjoying myself way too much. I went for a final deep push so my cock was fully in his arse and my balls banging against his arse cheeks. Once fully in, I then slowly pulled my cock out again. I could feel his relief, as I slowly extracted myself, but before we could get used to it, I rammed myself back in hard and fast, pushing this motherfucker over the edge. He screamed. I pulled it out once again and told him to stop squealing like a bitch and take it like a man, before ramming myself deep into his arse.
I had a feeling this motherfucker probably is used to giving it hard, but clearly not receiving it hard. However, I could tell he liked taking it hard right now. I started to build a rhythm of taking this fucker’s arse, slamming him up against his car. I fucked him harder and harder. My cock goes deeper and deeper with each ram. I was gonna make sure that this man knew what it was like to be fucked properly. I decided to grab him by his perfectly coiffed hair, pulling his head back each time I was balls-deep in his arse to push him down a little further. I enjoyed messing his hair, making sure it was obvious after this session he looked like he experienced something.
With my cock still deep inside him, I then reached my arm around his chest, cigar in hand, and pulled him tight against me. Our bodies were close, sweat greasing our torsos as they rubbed together. I held him in tight with a firm grip, and then in the moment of passion, I kissed his exposed neck. I slowly moved up to his lips. Although not in my plans, this motherfucker was too hot and wanted to devour all of him. As our lips locked, he returned the kiss eagerly. This only made my cock harder.
As his sphincter wrapped tighter around my hard cock, I collected my thoughts and realized I was not finished with him. I released him and he fell forward onto his car. I grabbed his hips and continued to fuck him. I knew I was getting close. He started begging me to go deeper and harder. I was happy to oblige. I made sure this motherfucker kept screaming for more. I told him I was close. He just smiled and said give it to me. Give me your fucking seed I decided that if he wanted my seed inside I was happy to oblige. I felt the build-up in my balls, as I slammed him with one more powerful thrust. I could feel my seed shoot out of my cock into his arse. My body spasmed as my juices just kept pouring out. His arse tightened around my cock, sucking up all the seed. Once done, I collapsed a little onto his back falling into him and grabbing around his waist. I saw a smile on his face as he enjoyed that moment. I slowly pulled my cock out of his arse. It was dripping with cum and man's sweat. I stood up my cock dangling between my legs, cigar between my lips. He turned around, looked at me, and then went straight to his knees to grab my cock and put it in his mouth. He starts to clean my cock making sure that all man juices were accounted for. Once done, he just looked up at me and smiled.
I asked if he was happy with the full-service treatment. He said that's what he was hoping for and more. He said he didn't choose us because of some torn belt in his car. I looked at him. So you knew what was wrong. He just smiled. I realized that this was all just a game to him and I had just been played. Although I was not sure if I played him as he expected to be played. He said he'd been watching me for a while now. He knew my reputation and was hoping that I was gonna be here. I felt a little bit taken aback that I was used but flattered he had sought me out.
I asked if this was just a game for him. He just smiled and said, I know how to get what I want. I was enraged again. So I'm just part of your fucking filthy little game, you cocksucker. He said, maybe, but you can't tell me you didn't like it. I paused, he was right. So I asked, so what happens next in this game? He says that's up to you. I know a restaurant we can go to. Maybe we can get to know each other. You seem like someone I’d like to know better. He said, besides, this executive sometimes needs someone like you, to put him in his place, teach him a lesson or two, and I've decided you're the man to do it for me. The cockiness of that statement turned me on as well as put me off. The idea that he saw me as some servant who will teach him a lesson as he needs it was strangely arousing… So, I agreed. And this was the beginning of a happy arrangement.
