Grease and Cunt - Chapter 5: The Reckoning | Free Erotic Story

The dive bar was louder than usual that Friday night, packed with locals drowning the week in cheap beer and bad decisions. Lila sat at the bar, swirling a whiskey she hadn’t touched, her thighs pressed tight under her short denim skirt. Three days had passed since she’d ridden Damien in her loft, his cock buried in her cunt while he begged, and the memory still had her pussy wet, her clit aching for more. But rumors had started—whispers about her car’s frequent “repairs,” about the way she looked at him. Small towns talked, and she felt the weight of every stare. Mara slid onto the stool beside her, grinning like a cat with cream. “So,” she said, leaning in, “everyone’s saying you’re fucking the mechanic. True or not, I’m jealous. Spill it—or better yet, let me watch next time.” Lila shot her a glare, but her cunt throbbed at the thought—Damien’s dick pounding her while Mara’s eyes burned into them. “Mind your own business,” she muttered, but her nipples hardened under her thin tank top, betraying her. Before Mara could push further, Damien walked in. He cut through the crowd like a blade, dark eyes finding hers instantly. His jeans hugged his crotch, that familiar bulge taunting her, his cock probably half-hard already. He didn’t stop for pleasantries—just grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the back hall, past the bathrooms, his grip tight and urgent. “Shop. Now,” he growled, voice low enough to make her vagina clench. She followed, heat flooding her pussy, her thong soaked by the time they slipped out the back door and crossed the empty street to his auto shop. The Closed sign was up, but he unlocked the door, dragging her inside. The air smelled of oil and metal, the same as their first fuck, and it sent a shiver through her. He didn’t waste time. He pushed her against the wall, her back hitting cold concrete, and yanked her skirt up. “Been thinking about this cunt all day,” he said, ripping her thong off with a snap. Her pussy lips were slick, dripping down her thighs, and he groaned, palming his dick through his jeans. “You’re a fucking mess for me.” “Shut up and fuck me,” she snapped, spreading her legs, her clit pulsing in the open air. He unzipped fast, his cock springing out—thick, veiny, precum beading at the tip, his balls tight with need. He grabbed her hips, lifting her just enough, and slammed into her—his penis splitting her vagina wide, filling her so deep she gasped. “Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her cunt gripping him as he pounded her against the wall. The rhythm was brutal, desperate—his dick slamming into her pussy, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. Her juices coated him, dripping down her thighs, the wet smack of their fucking echoing in the empty shop. “Harder,” she demanded, and he obliged, his fingers digging into her hips, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her scream. The risk of getting caught—someone walking by, hearing her cries—only made it hotter. Her clit throbbed, grinding against his pelvis, and she clawed at his shoulders, chasing the edge. “Gonna come,” she panted, her vagina spasming around his shaft. “Do it,” he growled, his breath ragged. “Come all over my dick.” His words pushed her over—her orgasm hit like a freight train, her pussy pulsing, gushing cum down his cock as she screamed his name. He kept thrusting, relentless, his balls tightening, and then he exploded—hot spurts of semen flooding her cunt, his dick jerking inside her as he groaned, loud and primal. They slumped against the wall, panting, his cum leaking out of her, mixing with her own mess on the floor. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and she felt the ache of emptiness in her vagina, the aftershocks still rippling through her clit. He tucked himself back into his jeans, then looked at her—really looked, his eyes softer than she’d ever seen. “This isn’t just fucking anymore, is it?” he said, voice rough but quiet. She swallowed, her chest tight, her pussy still tingling with his seed inside her. “No,” she admitted, meeting his gaze. “It’s more.” He nodded, stepping closer, his hand brushing her cheek—a touch too gentle for the chaos they’d just made. “Good,” he said, and kissed her, slow and deep, the taste of her cunt still on his lips. Outside, the town buzzed on, oblivious. Inside, they stood tangled in sweat and cum, something new sparking between them—messy, real, and undeniable.