Grease and Cunt - Chapter 3: The First Fuck | Free Erotic Story

The sun had dipped below the horizon by the time Lila pulled her car back into Holt’s Auto Shop, the engine humming smoothly now but her excuse flimsy—a “weird noise” she’d made up on the drive over. The lot was empty, the neon Closed sign flickering in the window, but Damien’s truck was still parked out back. She’d counted on that. Her pussy had been wet all day, her clit a constant ache since the bar, and she wasn’t leaving without getting what she wanted. She stepped inside, the bell above the door jingling faintly. The shop was dark except for a single light in the back room, casting shadows over the greasy tools and dented metal. “Damien?” she called, her voice echoing. He emerged from the back, wiping his hands on a rag, his chest bare again, tattoos gleaming under the dim bulb. “Voss,” he said, tossing the rag aside. “Car acting up already?” “Something like that,” she lied, stepping closer. Her skirt hugged her hips, her thong soaked through, and she could feel her pussy lips swollen, begging for attention. His eyes raked over her, lingering on her tits, then lower, like he knew exactly how horny she was. He closed the distance, stopping inches from her, his breath warm on her face. “Bullshit,” he said, voice low. “You’re here for something else.” Her heart pounded, her cunt throbbing. “Maybe I am,” she admitted, and that was all it took. He grabbed her waist, rough hands yanking her against him, and slammed his mouth onto hers. The kiss was messy, hungry—teeth clashing, tongues fucking each other’s mouths. She felt his cock harden through his jeans, pressing into her hip, thick and heavy, and she moaned into him. He spun her around, pinning her against a workbench, her ass grinding back against his dick. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he growled, ripping her skirt up to her waist. Her thong was a scrap of lace, useless against the flood of her arousal, and he tore it off with one tug, the fabric snapping. Cold air hit her cunt, her pussy lips glistening, clit pulsing like a beacon. “Jesus,” he muttered, dropping to his knees behind her. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth was on her—tongue lapping at her vagina, long, slow licks that parted her slick folds. She gasped, gripping the workbench, her legs trembling as he sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. “You taste so fucking good,” he said between licks, voice muffled against her cunt, and she felt the vibration deep in her core. Her pussy clenched, dripping onto his chin, and she shoved her hips back, desperate for more. “Don’t stop,” she panted, and he didn’t—eating her like a starving man, his hands spreading her ass cheeks to bury his face deeper. Her clit swelled under his tongue, her vagina spasming, and then it hit—her orgasm ripped through her, a white-hot wave that made her scream, her cunt pulsing wildly as she came all over his mouth. She was still shaking when he stood, unzipping his jeans with a grunt. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, the head glistening with precum, his balls hanging heavy below. “You want this?” he asked, stroking himself, his dick twitching in his hand. “Yes,” she begged, voice raw. “Fuck me.” He didn’t hesitate. He bent her over the workbench, her tits pressed against the cold metal, and lined his cock up with her dripping pussy. One hard thrust, and he was inside—his penis stretching her vagina wide, filling her so deep she felt it in her gut. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his balls slapping her ass as he started pounding her. She clawed at the bench, moaning with every slam of his dick, her pussy gripping him like a vice. The sound was filthy—wet, slapping flesh, his grunts mixing with her cries. He grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, his cock hitting every nerve inside her cunt. “You like that?” he rasped, reaching around to rub her clit with rough fingers. “Yes—fuck, yes!” she screamed, her second orgasm building fast. Her vagina clenched around his shaft, her clit throbbing under his touch, and then she shattered again—coming so hard her knees buckled, her pussy gushing as he kept thrusting. “Shit,” he growled, his rhythm faltering. His balls tightened, his cock pulsed, and with one last slam, he came—hot spurts flooding her cunt, his dick jerking inside her as he emptied himself. They stayed like that, panting, sweaty, his semen leaking down her thighs as he softened inside her. He pulled out, and she turned, legs wobbly, her pussy still tingling. He smirked, tucking his cock back into his jeans, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. “Good fix?” he asked, voice rough. She laughed, breathless, her cunt sore and satisfied. “Best I’ve had,” she said, and meant it.