Flesh Unleashed - Chapter 2: Grease and Gash | Free Erotic Story

The next afternoon, Lila pulled her beat-up sedan into Damien’s garage, the engine sputtering like a lame excuse. She didn’t need a tune-up—she needed him. The air inside was heavy with the tang of motor oil and metal, the concrete floor streaked with black smears. Tools clanged as Damien emerged from under a truck, his forearms flexing, a rag dangling from his back pocket. That bulge was there again, straining his jeans, and Lila’s cunt twitched like it had a mind of its own. “Car trouble?” he asked, voice low and rough, his eyes raking over her. She wore a sundress today, flimsy and short, her tits barely contained by the neckline. No bra. She nodded, lying through her teeth, and he smirked. “Let’s see what’s under the hood.” He didn’t mean the car. Before she could blink, he closed the distance, grabbed her waist, and spun her around. Her palms slapped the workbench, gritty with dust, as he pressed himself against her ass. “Been thinking about this pussy since last night,” he growled, yanking her dress up. Her panties hit the floor, and cool air kissed her wet folds. She moaned, arching back, desperate for his touch. Damien’s hand cracked across her ass, a sharp sting that turned her skin red. “Fuck, look at that,” he said, spanking her again. “This ass needs punishment.” His fingers slid down, finding her dripping slit, and he groaned. “Soaked already. You’re a dirty little bitch, aren’t you?” Two thick digits plunged into her cunt, stretching her, while his thumb rubbed her clit. Lila gasped, her walls clenching around him, her hips bucking. “More,” she begged, voice hoarse. “Fuck me with your hand.” He obliged, pumping faster, his knuckles slick with her juices. Her pussy gushed, a hot squirt splashing his wrist, and he laughed—a dark, hungry sound. “That’s it, soak me.” He pulled out, spun her again, and shoved her onto the workbench. Her legs spread wide, exposing her swollen labia, her clit pulsing like a beacon. Lila grabbed his jeans, fumbling with the zipper, and his cock sprang free—thick, veined, the head glistening with precum. “Holy shit,” she breathed, wrapping her fingers around it. It was heavy, hot, and she jerked it hard, loving the way it throbbed. “Fuck me raw,” she demanded, guiding it to her cunt. Damien didn’t hesitate. He thrust in, one brutal stroke, his balls slapping her thighs, and she screamed. He fucked her like an animal—hard, fast, the workbench creaking under them. Her tits bounced free of the dress, nipples hard as pebbles, and he pinched one, twisting until she whimpered. “Tight little pussy,” he grunted, his cock slamming deep, hitting her cervix. “Gonna ruin it.” Sweat dripped from his brow, mixing with the grease on her skin, and the garage filled with the wet smack of flesh on flesh. She came first, her cunt spasming, milking his dick as she clawed his back. He roared, pulling out at the last second, and hot cum sprayed across her face—ropes of it hitting her cheeks, her lips. Lila licked it off, salty and thick, staring up at him with wide, shocked eyes. She’d never tasted a man like that, never wanted to. Now she couldn’t get enough. Damien wiped his cock on her thigh, grinning. “Next time, I’m taking that ass too.” He tucked himself back in, leaving her sprawled there, dress hiked up, pussy dripping, and face painted with his load. Lila touched herself, still trembling, and knew she was lost to this—lost to the filthy, beautiful chaos of her own desire.