KRISTINA IS PLUGGED BY THE TIRE REPAIRMAN By rutger5 ( An original story 2011) "No I'm sorry senora just like the sign says we only accept cash" Miguel Luis Estrada told the attractive, well dressed woman as he pointed to the sign prominently hanging at the front of his business which stated in bold lettering CASH ONLY - NO CREDIT.
"I assure you sir that you will be paid in full" Kristina Thorson replied "and that if you don't accept credit cards then just repair my tire and I'll return tomorrow at the latest with the money.
My husband is very well known in this city's business community and you have nothing to lose." Miguel shrugged his shoulders helplessly before again pointing to the sign. "I can't help you senora. Maybe your husband can get someone he knows to come and pay me and then I will fix your tire. My hands are tied, that is the rule here and I can't go against it every time a beautiful woman asks, though I wish I could help." Though she was becoming frustrated with the man's intransigence Kristina couldn't help but to smile shyly when he called her beautiful.
How long had it been since she'd been called that by a man she wondered to herself? Sure the ladies from the spa she'd just left had oohed and aahed over her appearance but they were women who also made their living catering to spoiled wives like her.
This man must be sincere however as under the circumstances what could he possibly gain with a lie she reasoned. Almost unconsciously Kristina ran a slim, delicate hand through her flame colored locks. "Maybe you can get money from an ATM senora" Miguel suggested to her as his dark eyes drank in her fair beauty. Kristina now regretted taking this route home from the day spa.
If she had driven the more conventional way out of the city to the suburbs this wouldn't be happening. In trying to save time she had cut thru this gritty section of the city that had formerly been home to factories and the like. The manufacturing jobs were long gone and now there were just some machine shops and auto repair facilities and a few other businesses barely hanging on.
She couldn't imagine there was an ATM closer than the convenience store she had passed a little more than a mile back.
Looking up at the threatening gray sky and down at her four inch Steve Madden heels Kristina knew she wasn't about to try and walk that especially in this rough section of town. She wished she hadn't been so generous with the small amount of cash she'd been carrying as a tip to the girl who had given her the seaweed wrap but she had been so sweet and besides she had her cards with her.
Most of the time Kristina carried very little money as Carl, her husband, preferred her to use the charge cards as in that way he could track how she spent money as part of his controlling personality. Well time to bite the bullet and deal with the unpleasantness she thought. Removing her cell from her Coach bag she hit the buttons rapidly. "Yes this is Mrs. Thorson, would you please put Mr. Thorson on the line" she asked in a quiet voice when the phone was answered.
She paced in front of the shop as she waited and in a minute his cold voice came over the phone. "Yes Kristina what is it now?" he said in a clearly annoyed tone at being disturbed by his wife.
"I'm sorry Carl, I know you don't like being called at work but I have a problem with the car." "You didn't get in another accident did you? Because if you did I swear you'll regret it." "No I wasn't in an accident and you know that the accident wasn't my fault but the other driver's." "Yeah but if you were a better driver maybe you could have avoided it. Well I'm waiting." "I just have a flat tire and I'm at a tire repair shop but they only accept cash and I don't have enough with me." "What do you expect from me Kristina, for me to fly there?
I'm busy right now. Check the glove compartment for the roadside assistance number for God's sake and leave me alone." With that the phone went dead as Kristina fought the urge to cry. She realized that she had forgotten about the service but Carl could be so cruel to her and she wondered for not the first time how much longer she could take things as they were. After hanging up on his wife Carl looked down at his secretary Angie who was kneeling between his legs and still had one hand wrapped around his erection.
He pushed her head back towards where he wanted it. "I don't remember telling you to stop what you were doing, now get back to work" he said leaning back in his high backed leather chair. He moaned with pleasure as she resumed the task at hand.
While Kristina paced and talked on the phone Miguel stared at her lustfully. This gringa was not only beautiful but also very sexy. With her heels on she was taller than he was and her burnished red hair inflamed his desire especially in conjunction with her snow white complexion. He licked his lips hungrily as his eyes traveled the length of her, starting at her shapely legs and moving upwards.
His eyes paused as he took in her lush hips and round derriere before climbing higher. Her expensive blouse did nothing to conceal the swell of her firm bosom. It was neither large nor small but somewhere in the middle but the most impressive detail was how high on her chest it still was with no sign of sagging even though Kristina was now in her thirties.
He saw her put the phone away before she wiped her hand below her eyes after which she headed towards her Lexus. Miguel hoped he hadn't overplayed his hand as she opened the front passenger door and leaned inside with her ample posterior protruding out the door.
He limped toward the car and stood behind her all the while staring at her shapely backside. Kristina meanwhile searched through the glove compartment but she was unable to locate the folder that contained the car papers including the roadside assistance card as well as the vehicle registration. In a panic she slammed the glove compartment shut and backed out of the car.
Hypnotized by her curves Miguel was slow to react and her butt collided with him before he could move out of her way. Kristina felt his hard body and even harder bulge when their bodies met and she almost fell as she tried to pull away. Miguel's muscular, brown arm steadied her while also bringing their pelvises back in contact again. "Be careful senora, you might get hurt" he growled as he rubbed his jean covered hardness against her ass. She managed to escape his clutches at which time she turned and faced him.
He continued to ogle her while also unapologetically rubbing his groin with his hand. Almost against her will Kristina's gaze was drawn there where she could clearly see the outline of his erection that he fondled. With an effort she tore her eyes away and looked up.
"Well senora what is it going to be, do you want me to fix your tire for you?" "I want you to&hellip.Miguel" she said reading the name on his blue work shirt "but I still don't have the money. Can't you please be a gentleman and fix it for me and I'll pay you tomorrow, I promise." Saying this her blue eyes met his black ones and her hand lightly touched his arm as she attempted to appeal to his honor while also utilizing her feminine charms.
However by this time his lust overruled any chivalrous intention he may have had and the touch of her hand on his skin only reinforced this decision. "I will help you senora but only if you help me as well." After saying that he took her hand and brought it down to his groin where he held it against him.
Kristina felt the heat radiate through his pants and for a moment she caressed his cock which became even harder. Suddenly realizing what she was doing she pulled her hand away in horror. "I can't do that Miguel, please don't ask me. I'm a married woman." "I'm married too senora but so what. Your beauty has overwhelmed my reason and I must have you. Besides where is your husband? What kind of man allows his woman to be in such a situation as you are in?" Kristina's mind was in a whirl and she couldn't think straight.
What Miguel was proposing was wrong and yet he was right about her husband. And the feel of his hardness she couldn't forget, both as her hand felt it and when it pressed against her body. He took her by the hand and led her into the inside of the shop where he pushed her against the wall before roughly kissing her. At first she tried to push him away but her strength was no match for his and before she realized it her arms were twined around his neck as her lips parted eagerly.
He pushed his pelvis up to hers and started to grind against her causing Kristina to shudder. It had been too long since a man touched her with such desire, desire for her as a woman beyond the need inside him. Miguel was surprised when her tongue slipped in his mouth and explored but he sucked hard on it as his hand seized her breast hard making her whimper. His thick fingers pulled at her blouse trying to gain access to her bosom and as he did a button went flying. That seemed to sober up Kristina as she pulled her mouth away from his.
"No Miguel we can't, I can't do this. It isn't right what we're doing." For an answer he broke the cinch they were in and limped away toward the door. Her relief turned to alarm when Miguel took a BE RIGHT BACK sign and hung it on the door before locking it.
He again approached her and took her arm before leading her deeper into the confines of the dirty, dark shop. Though Kristina shook her head no she didn't resist him at all. By the back wall there was a narrow cot with a thin, stained blanket on top.
He pushed her down so that she was sitting on it as he stood in front of her. Next his hand fumbled with some switches on the wall. One turned on a fluorescent bulb above which bathed them in its cold, white glow. The other switch he threw seemed to have no immediate effect. Taking her hand he brought it to his belt. "Undo my belt and pants" he practically growled at her. With trembling fingers she unfastened his large rhinestone buckle and the button on his jeans before sliding down the zipper.
Impatient and eager for more Miguel pushed down his pants freeing his rampant maleness. Kristina gasped as it sprang upwards finally free of its confinement.
It was of a brown, tannish color while surrounded by a nest of thick, black, wiry hair but it was its girth that startled her. It wasn't much longer than Carl's, if at all, but she had never seen one with the thickness it possessed. Tentatively her hand touched it as she observed the head was red and swollen and leaking a steady stream of pre-cum. There were criss crossed veins running its length and it felt burning to her touch and as hard as steel even though the skin was surprisingly soft.
"Suck it senora" he almost begged her and he cried out with joy when Kristina opened her mouth as wide as she could and swallowed the head. She tasted the saltiness of his fluid on her tongue while the musky odor of his groin filled her nostrils.
Her lips stretched to accommodate his member as he thrust deeper into her willing mouth. Her tongue licked and swirled the underside of his head and shaft at their most sensitive spots fueling the flame of his lust even brighter. One of Miguel's hands grabbed her fiery hair and clenched it tightly at which point he began to use it to pull her head forward. His head pushed back to her throat entrance but Kristina thought he was too thick to swallow and attempted to pull back.
Reluctantly Miguel allowed her to pull her mouth from him but Kristina immediately gripped the wide shaft at its base as she began to trace the length of it with her agile tongue. She worked her way to the top where she circled the head like an ice cream cone before going back down.
When Kristina reached the bottom she managed to take a large, hairy ball into her mouth while stroking him with her hand. As she sucked on it Kristina tilted her head up so she could watch his reaction. Miguel was greatly enjoying the attention she was delivering to him as his wife Juana would never do such things even though he had tried to convince her.
She was a deeply religious woman who believed sex was for procreation and only regular sex in the missionary position was acceptable to her. As the mother of his children she was to be honored but sometimes a man wanted more.
Kristina was certainly delivering more as she then resumed sliding her lips back and forth over the length of his thickness, again taking him to the depths of her mouth. He began to meet her mouth with mini thrusts almost causing her to gag but she persevered. Suddenly he withdrew from her and placed her right hand on his hardness before turning his back to her.
Miguel reached back and spread his hairy ass cheeks with one hand. "Come on gringa, I want you to lick my ass" he told her. His musky scent was even more overpowering there as the pink tip of her tongue extended and started to lap away at his tangy orifice. His hand pushed her face closer to him as Kristina's hand continued to slide his full length. "That's it puta, lick my asshole good" he groaned out loud.
She knew what he had called her but at this moment she didn't care. She hadn't given a rim job since her college days as Carl had no interest in receiving one. Though he did prefer blowjobs to intercourse he was too repressed to want that area stimulated.
Kristina had always been very oral and the fact that she had stayed a virgin longer than most of her friends had helped her to become very adept at performing oral sex as that was the way she had satisfied her beaus when younger.
Add to that she became turned on while performing oral and at that moment her panties were beyond damp.
Her tongue licked and probed Miguel until with a sigh he pulled her head back and also removed her hand from his erection. He shuffled a few steps over where he removed an absorbent pad used for catching vehicle fluids from a shelf and placed it on the floor next to the cot. "Kneel there" he simply said and as soon as Kristina complied he sat on the cot in front of her and gestured to his feet.
"Take off my boots" Miguel ordered her. She unlaced and removed one boot and then the other and while she did Miguel pushed his pants to his knees where Kristina took over sliding them to his feet where she could remove them. When she looked up Kristina couldn't help but gasp when she saw his legs. Miguel's right leg was normal but his left one was scarred hideously and twisted somewhat to the side while also appearing somewhat withered. "Oh my goodness Miguel, what happened to your leg?" He shrugged before answering as it wasn't a favorite topic of conversation with him.
"When I was young I was underneath a car I was working on when the jack collapsed making the car fall on me and that leg took most of the blow. So now it doesn't work so good and I have a limp" he replied stoically. "But don't worry about that, just worry about sucking my cock." Kristina felt pity for his injury but his hard on was waiting so she again began to suck on it pleasuring Miguel with her lips and tongue.
As she did he moved his right foot between her legs and began to rub it back and forth against her mound. That forced a moan of pleasure from her though it was muffled by her full mouth.
He leaned forward and his dirty hands again began working at her blouse buttons. Once he had enough room a hand slid inside and cupped her firm breast encased in her Agent Provocateur brassiere.
Kristina finished unbuttoning her blouse and when she finished she slid it off her white shoulders before unclasping and removing her bra which was already soiled with oil and grease from Miguel's strong hands. She then resumed sucking him deep and as his foot rubbed her pussy arousing Kristina further she pushed past her limits as well.
Breathing through her nose she managed to work his swollen head into her throat and as soon as she did Miguel thrust forward until his wiry patch of pubic hair rubbed against her nose, tickling it.
Kristina kept him buried for a minute until she had to pull up as her breathing was becoming difficult with his thick slab filling her throat. She gasped as she spit up some saliva but she gamely went back to work teasing Miguel by running her tongue on his head like it was a popsicle. His strong hands in turn firmly pinched her erect nipples and fondled the firm flesh of her shapely breasts causing her to moan in response.
She was now grinding her mound against his foot and ankle until he took her by the shoulders and pulled her up so that she was standing while he remained seated. Miguel's brown hands ran down her body stopping only long enough to unzip her skirt and push it and her soaked panties down. For the first time in his life he saw a close up vision of a fiery red triangle of pubic hair framing her delicate yet aroused pink pussy. Unable to wait he buried his face in her mound, kissing her soft, downy hair before his lips connected with her clit which defiantly protruded from beneath its hood.
When that happened she trembled and grabbed his short black hair with her hand and when his lips parted and he sucked on her nub hard Kristina almost collapsed as her orgasm hit her like a freight train. Her juices ran down her leg as she swayed unsteadily on her feet but Miguel's strong arms wrapped around her hips kept her upright. He half dragged her back towards him as he pulled her onto the cot on top of him making sure to position her flaming pussy right over his straining erection while she sprawled on him.
Kristina pushed her pelvis down until she felt his hardness brush against her swollen lips at which time Miguel grasped his cock and worked it until his head forced its way to her wet opening. He then firmly grabbed her soft hips with both hands and pulled her down while also thrusting forward impaling her with his thick weapon. Kristina cried out loudly from the mixture of pleasure and pain as her tight, wet pussy was filled with his full length battering its way to her depths.
He held her there a minute as she stretched to accommodate him before Kristina placed her hands to his hairy chest for support. With her blue eyes almost closed she slowly began to slide up the length of his cock and when just his head remained inside Miguel pulled her all the way down again.
"That's it gringa, ride my fat cock with your tight pussy" he told her. For the next few minutes she slowly increased the speed of her movements until Miguel knew he couldn't last much more before he exploded.
Swiftly he rolled them over so he was on top of her, his stocky body pressing her to the cot. His ass rose four or five times as he would almost pull out before he would bury himself back in her pinkness and on the last thrust he cried out "Madre de Dios" as his body stiffened.
Kristina felt him swell even larger inside her and then experienced the feeling of his fat cock shooting rope after rope of thick cum toward her womb. For a moment Kristina panicked when she felt his discharge.
She didn't use birth control as Carl had a vasectomy before they were married. He claimed it was due to world overpopulation but Kristina always suspected it was because he was far too selfish and spoiled to be a father. When Miguel's twitching cock caused her own pussy to spasm from orgasm however Kristina stopped worrying about it. Miguel remained deeply buried until all his seed had left before pulling out from her at which time he crawled up so his cock brushed Kristina's full, red lips.
She didn't need to be told what to do but opened her mouth and sucked their combined juices from him bringing him greater pleasure. Her small hand gently felt his now empty balls as she continued to suck on him helping keep the erection hard. "Mi gringa puta" he gasped. She pulled her mouth off him and smiled in response. Miguel managed to climb off her and balance himself at the edge of the cot at which point the rolled her over onto her stomach.
Kristina giggled and raised her ass in the air while arching her back. When she saw Miguel was staring while practically drooling she wiggled her posterior back and forth. Placing one hand on her lower back he playfully swatted her cheeks with the other.
"Does the gringa puta want me to fill her again with my beef burrito?" "Oh yes please Miguel, use me like your little fucktoy." Her positive response along with her wiggling backside gave Miguel an idea. He had always wanted to try something that he saw all the American porn stars do and which his proper wife would never consider. First he jammed two thick fingers in her wet hole and proceeded to roughly finger fuck her.
Kristina enthusiastically pushed back onto his fingers when he surprised her by leaning close and flicking her puckered little hole with his tongue. His free hand spread her shapely cheeks wide as he lapped away at her sphincter.
"Oh Miguel, that tickles licking me there" she managed to exclaim. "Don't worry it won't tickle when I assfuck you with my fat cock you puta. So just relax as much as you can and it will hurt less." After saying that he pushed the tip of his thumb right to her back entrance and forced it inside her.
Kristina winced from the feeling but he continued on until his thumb was buried deep in her. "Play with your pussy gringa, its what they do in the movies" he said as he shifted into position to sodomize the repressed wife. First he rested the knee from his injured leg on the cot as his strong right leg stood and supported him. As Kristina started playing with her sensitive clit he slid his fingers from her pinkness and butt and used his hands to spread her ass cheeks as wide as possible.
He pushed the tip of his cock to her hole and once the head was partially in Miguel seized her hips pulling her back onto his throbbing member. "No please, aahh, its too wide Miguel. Take it out of my ass" she pleaded but he ignored her and in fact thrust forward until his balls slapped the soft, white skin of her ass. Kristina whimpered from discomfort as her body writhed helplessly beneath him. Once he was all the way in he stopped pushing and instead reached out and caressed her face.
"Relax gringa, don't move and it will feel better soon. Keep playing with your pussy and think about that instead." Kristina followed his directions and even though her ass still hurt from the wide shaft buried in it her hand continued stroking her clit sending waves of pleasure to her nerve endings.
When he cupped a breast and kissed her back she moaned in response. Slowly he started to move in her ass, pulling back a little before pushing deeper again. Miguel couldn't believe how tight she was back there and it felt like he was in a soft, warm vice. Already his balls were signaling their intention to dump what little juice they had just produced into her back channel.
Miguel's hand covered hers as she stroked her clit and he began a series of deep, powerful thrusts in her backdoor. When her fingers delivered another climax to her little pussy her body tightened in response to it. That in turn pushed Miguel to his own orgasm as her ass clamped on him so tight he couldn't move.
When Kristina collapsed on the cot Miguel went with her and as he lay on her soft body he spurted what cum he had deep in her tush. They didn't move for some time as their spent bodies recovered somewhat from their carnal exertions. Finally with a moan Miguel pushed up with his arms enough that his now half hard cock popped free of Kristina's ass.
He managed to sit at which time he reached down and retrieved her panties from the floor. Miguel wiped his spent member with the silk lingerie before discarding it on the cot. Slowly he dressed as Kristina continued to rest from their adulterous union.
Once he was ready he stood and hobbled to the door and went outside. She lay there a few more minutes digesting what had just happened.
A smile came over her face as she realized that was the best sex she'd had since before marrying. Never again would she deprive herself of such pleasure.
If Carl was unwilling to satisfy his wife she would just go elsewhere she decided. Life was too short. Coming to this decision calmed her and she began to dress after cleaning herself the best she could under the circumstances. Her panties were covered with their cum and fluids so she dropped them in the garbage after wiping down her puss. By the time she walked outside on shaky legs Miguel had patched the tire and was in the process of lowering the jack. They didn't say another word to each other as they were both lost in their thoughts and once she sat in the car he closed the door and limped back to his shop.
At the first red-light Kristina came to she adjusted her visor to check her appearance in the mirror. That is the face of a woman who's just been satisfied for the first time in a long while she thought to herself when she noticed that one of her gold and pearl earrings was missing. For a moment she considered immediately turning around and returning when a smile came to her face.
What she needed now was a nice hot bath to soak in and clean the past hour from her body. Tomorrow would be soon enough to retrieve her missing earring as there was only one place she could have lost it. Smiling at the memory she drove forward when the light changed. For his part Miguel held the earring up to the light and studied it.
He had noticed it on the blanket as they recovered from their coitus and had discreetly palmed it with the hope that she wouldn't realize it was missing right away. He was already thinking about the price she would have to pay for its return. A big smile came over Miguel's face. THE END As always comments are welcomed and appreciated as well as positive votes! My thanks to you the reader for enjoying my little story!