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You can't quite believe you're really doing this, that you let him convince you to sneak away for a quickie in his workplace bathroom of all places, but then again you kind of knew it was going to happen. The moment you walked into that garage and looked at your man in a dirty, what was once, white tank top, now stained with grease, gray/blue mechanic's coveralls hanging low around his hips when you walked in bringing him an impromptu lunch. Looking at that sweaty, tan, muscular body, cigarette dangling from his pretty pouty lips. Big hands stained with grease. Those eyes, the way they sized you up and down... and that little smirk. Yeah, you knew it.
Here you are now, in the tiny restroom down the hall, practically face down in the little sink, skirt up around your waist, your man balls deep in your tight cunt, fucking you senseless while the rest of the shop is on lunch break. Trying your best to be as quiet as possible but the thing is... Billy is big, and thick and well, being quiet wasn’t your strong suit, at least not with him. His cock destroys you and worst of all (or was it best of all) was that Billy absolutely loved this about you.
Your pretty doe eyes stare at his perfect face in the reflection of the dirty mirror over the sink. He's so damn handsome, disheveled in the sexiest way. His dirty blonde hair has gotten long, pretty curls dancing around his shoulders, wild and out of control. Sweat dripping, disappearing down the collar of his tank top, leaving a wet patch there, same under his pits and you wish you could lick it all up. He makes you completely feral and you've honestly never wanted to lick the sweat off of any man until you met Billy. Something about him. He's rough, always like an animal in heat... or maybe that was you when he was around. Your man was a god. He was pure sex. Just baked off him no matter what he was doing.
He watches you watching him in the mirror. Licks his pretty lips, fat pink tongue slipping out, wetting them as he looks at your gorgeous blissed out face. Those pretty eyes of yours cut straight to his heart and to his groin, loves seeing you like this, all needy and flustered under him. Grips your hips and waist tight as he plows into you from behind, gritting his teeth, staring you down in the mirror.
"Such a pretty girl." He huffs in a deep sexy voice and you melt back against him.
Your hand reaches back to grab at his massive thigh, feeling his flexing muscles as he fucks hard into you, rutting wildly, making your hip bones smack against the porcelain of the sink. His big hands squeezing at you roughly, making your whole body feel like it's on fire. Always manhandles you and you absolutely love it.
"Ohhhh Billy!" You moan loudly, dramatically, forgetting for a beat where you two were. His thick fingers coming up fast, shoving three of the thick digits into your hot open mouth, muffling your sexy cries.
His hot lips right against your ear, pressing you uncomfortably forward, huffs of hot breath tickling you, giving rise to goosebumps that go from your neck to your toes and you can’t help but giggle around his fingers.
"Keep it down, baby girl. Wouldn’t want the whole garage knowing what a needy little slut you are for my cock, now would we?" He growls, his fat thick tongue licks a broad strip up the side of your delicate neck and that only makes you moan louder.
The thing is, Billy’s pornographic in every way. Just all sex, even when he's not trying. Just doing mundane things. He can't help it. He’s thick and rough and very sloppy and well, his cock is huge, with a perfect curve that hits your G spot, spot on, every damn time, especially from this angle. You can feel every inch and vein of the huge thing, the tip smacking against your cervix over and over again, making you whimper and whine at your reflection, the intensity making you feel overwhelmed and kinda dizzy. It's not just big, but it's so thick too, stretching you out so good, like no other man has, ever. You honestly can't control the sounds you're making and he knows it, gets a kick out of it. Likes to pretend he's annoyed but really he’s getting off on it.
"Shit baby, this cunt is insatiable." Billy grunts, smacking your ass hard, echoing through the tiny space and you can't help but giggle again because the sting feels too good and you're kind of giddy, grinding your body back against his, in response.
You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to shut yourself up. Your normally perfect hair is a slutty mess, stuck to your face, your cheeks hot. Pretty eyes starting to water, from the overwhelming pleasure of your man's thick cock rutting inside you, hitting all the right spots with every brutal thrust, like only Billy can. This is the way he loves you. Thinks you are at your most beautiful when he's fucking into your tight heat. Trying so hard to keep quiet, to be a good girl for your man, but you keep grunting, and letting out these little strangled whimpers. Your thighs shaking uncontrollably, trying to hold yourself up, bracing, hot skin against cold sink, legs open uncomfortably wide, his grip too tight. You cry out, you sound like an animal, high pitched and sexy as fuck. He can feel it vibrating through his whole hand.
"Mmm,... such a naughty girl, making all those pretty noises, letting me bend you over, use your cunt in this dirty bathroom, and at my work too... tsk, tsk." He shakes his head in mock disgust, voice deep and throaty against the side of your face. His breath is making you dizzy with lust, mixture of slight mint and too many cigarettes.
He's trying to sound in control, but you can tell by the little huffs coming from his mouth that he's losing it already. His heavy balls slap against your clit, thick fingers muffling your cries of pleasure. Your eyes meet in the grimy mirror, you suck his fingers hard, all sexy and sloppy, getting off on that blissed out lustful look in his sleepy blue eyes.
You can't stop moaning, your eyes roll back then flutter closed as you surrender to your man and the pleasure exploding throughout your entire body, tasting motor oil off those dirty fingers, but you don't give a shit. He curls his fingers inside your mouth, brushing softly against the back of your throat, making you gag a little bit, which makes you whimper more as a tear rolls down your cheek.
"Mmm, such a dirty little thing. Get off on choking on my fingers." His words come out breathless and you love that you can feel his control slipping, his stuttering rhythm, his choked off moans. You know your man well enough, you're affecting him just as much as he's affecting you and that thought, that you can get Billy Hargrove to lose his shit, never gets old, no matter how long you two have been together.
You nibble on his thick fingers, then suckle on them greedily, imagining his cock in your mouth, your soft tongue swirling around and a string of drool falls past your lips and slides down his hand. You grind your hips back against his, meeting his desperate thrusts. You so badly want to feel him come undone, want to push your man over the edge. But you also want this to last. It's fun, kind of dangerous and it thrills you both. Not your first time in an almost public situation.
Your tits spill over the top of your flimsy tank top, bouncing as he ruts into you. His fingers leave your mouth, and fall onto your bouncing tits, groping them roughly, then pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples.
"Ooohhh, fuck Billy, yeah... just like that, baby!" You cry out. At this point the danger of getting caught is kind of exciting you. Fucking your man like an animal in this cramped little restroom, kinda makes it feel hotter than it should and you might regret that later, but right now, you don't care.
Your eyes meet in the mirror again and he smirks at the blissed out look on your soft pretty face. Billy has never seen you more beautiful, pouty pink lips, hair a complete mess, lust filled eyes, your mouth slightly open and these sounds... these gorgeous sexy sounds coming from those plush lips. Feels like he could cum just listening to you.
"Wanna cum all over my fat cock, dontcha pretty girl?” He grunts.
"Billy please, shut up or I'm gonna lose it!" You whine, not ready for this to end, it feels too good. At the same time you squeeze and clench your pussy down on his shaft because you know he loves when you do that. He moans and his sounds are like kindling, making the fire inside your walls intensify and you cry out loudly again.
His heavy hand slaps over your mouth, muffling your loud moans while his hips hit lewdly against your sweet ass, making it bounce and jiggle.
"What did I say? Keep it down you noisy little whore." He growls under his breath, but he's clearly getting off on your inability at staying quiet.
"Don't want everyone to hear what a cock hungry slut you are, do ya?" A smirk playing over his lips. "Or maybe you’d like that, yeah? Like the idea of one of my buddies walking in and seeing me railing this tight little cunt." He chuckles breathlessly, pulling your hips hard against his, burying his big cock deeper inside your wetness. The sounds of sex echoing against the ceramic tiles in this tiny space. If anyone was outside this door, there'd be no doubt about what was happening inside.
You whimper and whine into his palm. Your mind hazing over with pleasure, feeling his thick cock filling you so deep. You take it, you love it, feeling helpless, kind of trapped in this spot as, on one end he covers your mouth, on the other, he takes your cunt. You're taking it all like Billy’s good girl, taking what he gives you. Letting him use you. You don't want to lose this delicious ache, Billy's big cock stretching you open wide, hitting everything just right, making your toes curl in your sexy little ankle boots.
"Mmm, Billy... baby, please don't stop!!" Your body arching, leaning your head way back, his hand slips from your mouth as you moan. You reach up and grip the back of his head, running your manicured nails through his sweaty curls. You hold his face close to your ear, keeping his slightly chapped lips pressed against you, feeling the little huffs that escape his mouth, cigarette breath caressing your cheek.
"Mmm, my baby, my sweet girl... feel so fuckn' good!" He groans, nipping at your shoulder, then licking over the spot he just bit, leaving you wet. The force of his fucks pushing your face almost against the glass of the mirror in front of you.
You tremble, feeling that familiar pressure between your thighs. A little flutter that means you're so close. He reaches his hand around and rubs your sensitive clit roughly with the pad of his thick thumb, then pinching it between his fingers, rolling it softly and tugging it. Then he slaps it hard. God, he knows you, knows exactly what his girl needs to lose it. You've been together long enough, knows how to make you cum hard.
"Cum for me, baby, just be a good girl and be fuckn' quiet about it!" He doesn't wait for you to respond, just fucks you at a furious pace, the wet sounds filling the room feel more sexy than embarrassing. His hand on your hip pulling you into him with every thrust while he continues to rub your clit with the other. You can only clench your teeth trying not to be too loud, but a scream builds in your throat as your orgasm crashes over you and you cry out again.
"FUCK, OHHH BILLY! OHHH FUCK!!" You scream out loud, filing the whole room and slightly rattling the glass on the tiny mirror in front of you. Your nails digging into his scalp, holding his face close to you. Need to smell him and feel his breath on you.
Billy groans, a deep sound, vibrating from his chest. You can feel it against your back. Feels your juices gushing around his cock. The sounds you're making are too much for him, too beautiful, too sexy.
"Fuck! Take my load, all for you, baby girl!" He roars, slamming into you one more time before holding your hips still. You feel the throbbing and then hot spurts of thick cum hitting inside your walls, filing your pussy and leaking out around his thick cock. You scream out again, gripping the edges of the sink, your head forward, practically falling into the sink itself as you curve your back to give him the deepest access to you.
You hear him chuckle softly before lifting your chin with his fingers, pressing his lips against yours, "That's my good girl." He praises, kissing you sloppily, licking into your mouth and across your lips and teeth. Shoves is tongue in deep and you softly suckle on it. His hips rock softly against you, his cock softening inside, his cum spilling out and down your thighs.
Reality crashes in on you as soon as you're cleaned up and you open the door to a garage full of burly men. The room is eerily silent but you feel the weight of a dozen pairs of eyes on you. Your endorphins already high, making your heart race and your cheeks burn hotly with sudden embarrassment.
You tug at your skirt, pulling it down, adjusting your top, suddenly feeling very exposed in your skimpy outfit. You weren't really that loud, were you? They definitely couldn't possibly hear all that... could they? You avoid making any eye contact.
Out of your peripheral vision you see Billy come out of the restroom, adjusting his coveralls, looking every bit the smug asshole he is. Shit eating grin plastered on his pretty face, clearly happy with the attention. One thing you’ve learned about your boyfriend is the man loves an audience.
Moments later: You cling to Billy's hand as you walk outside the garage in the bright sunshine and towards the Camaro. You seriously feel like you want to cry, however, Billy seems quite unperturbed by his sudden unemployment.
Leaning against the side of the car, legs spread wide, pulling you in between his parted thighs.
"Don't you worry, baby, I'll find a new job. Besides, think of the story we'll have to tell the rug rats someday." He winks and chuckles, the sun making the little freckles over his nose pop and his blue eyes sparkle. God he is so pretty.
You giggle. "Omg Billy! You're crazy!"
He just smirks down at you, hands sliding around to grab your ass one cheek in each palm, giving them a hard squeeze. Leans in and brushes his slightly chapped lips against the tip of your nose.
"Crazy about you, sweetheart." Giving the tip of your nose a little wet kiss. God he's so cheesy, but it's just one of many reasons why you love him.
"Now, c'mon, baby, let's get home before I bend you over the hood and give those assholes a real show." He winks, tongue running over his teeth.
You roll your eyes, knowing you better leave fast. Know he has a way of getting you into compromising positions and you’re done with that… at least for today.