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- Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Cindy, a housewife with two kids, heads over to her husband's company party. She accidentally leaves her keys, phone and address to the party in the car. Luckily for her, Daryl, a garage shop owner across the street let's her in and use his phone. When she realizes she has no number to call, he offers to get her back in her car. Daryl and his two black workers find an interesting way to get payment, will she pay?
Warning! This 10,180 word erotic story contains explicit scenes of interracial MMM/F action, double penetration, triple penetration, lactation, creampies and more as Cindy uses every part of her body to thank the three big black mechanics, ready to help her back into her car.
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Cindy rushed towards her car, cursing at herself as she got near. Her husband was having a company party in a rather shady area of town and she had accidentally left the address, and her phone in the car. There weren't a lot of places to park and the holiday party location had run out of spots.
"Unbelievable. I told him I didn't want to go," she mumbled to herself.
She got to her car and dug in her purse. She paused and looked inside. Her car keys were nowhere to be found. Cindy leaned in against her window and looked inside the car.
Her heart stopped as she saw her keys lying on the floor of the driver's side seat. She hadn't gotten used to her husband's remote access key and she had a tendency of dropping or leaving it in the car. Usually she called her husband, but with her phone in the car, she wasn't sure what else she could do.
She could already see and hear her husband in her head. He would've paced back and forth in anger while shouting about how she always loses things or forgets things. Cindy felt she had the perfect reason, she was not only a working woman, but she had two beautiful, yet at times, annoying sons at home to take care of.
"Oh fuck," she whispered.
Her mind raced as she looked around. There wasn’t much around her, just brick walled buildings, run down by the age of time. Cindy let out a sigh of defeat as she turned and leaned on her car. Across the street, a well built, bald black man nodded at her and began pulling down the door to his garage shop.
Cindy nodded back and continued looking around, crossing her arms. As the black man slowly pulled down, Cindy pushed herself off her car and headed in his direction. The black man paused as she walked towards him.
“Excuse me,” she said as she got closer.
The black man seemed a bit hesitant to respond. He just smiled and continued pulling down the door.
“Wait, wait, hold on,” Cindy said as she sped up her pace.
“Sorry, ain’t interested in buyin’ nothin’,” the black man replied.
“No, I’m not selling anything! Please, I just need some help,” Cindy answered.
The man paused and looked her up and down. He seemed to be measuring her up, as if he thought she might actually attack him. Cindy slowed down and pointed towards her car.
“I accidentally locked my keys in the car and my phone. If I could just use your phone, I could call my husband for help,” Cindy said.
“Oh... damn, your keys and your phone?”
“Yeah, its... it’s been a long day.”
The black man looked around, checking to see if there were others. After a couple seconds, he shrugged, ever so slightly, and stopped pulling the door.
“You in a really bad part of town to be losin’ yo keys and yo phone in a car,” the black man said.
“Oh sheesh, yeah, I saw the graffiti everywhere and...”
“Yeah, damn kids. Come on in, I can let you use the shop phone. My name’s Daryl,” he greeted.
“Cindy. Thank you so much.”
Daryl waited until she entered the garage and continued pulling down the door.
“Sorry, I just gotta make sure to bring this down. Had a break in a couple weeks back and had some damn niggas bust in and try to rob the place near closing time a few days ago,” Daryl said.
“Oh no, um... I mean, if that’s what’s going to keep your shop safe,” Cindy replied.
She hesitated as she answered. A part of her wondered if Daryl was being honest or if he was trying to use this as a chance to try and rob her. She gave him the benefit of the doubt, especially considering the most expensive items she could’ve had was in her car.
“The phone’s in my office, just right around that corner,” Daryl informed.
Cindy nodded and went in. He had a dirty, messy office, with an old computer on a desk in the corner of the room. On the wall was an old cordless phone. Cindy paused as she put her hand on the phone.
“Shit,” she whispered to herself.
She couldn’t remember her husband’s cell phone number. It was saved in the address book on her phone. She shook her head, a smile almost coming across on her lips. When she was younger, before smartphones, before cell phones, she could easily have remembered a phone number, but now, she could only remember the area code.
“Everything okay?” Daryl asked as he walked in.
“No, I can’t remember my husband’s number,” she replied with a sigh.
“Well damn. That ain’t no good. Look uh, I got a tow truck I can use to give you a ride to wherever you need to go,” Daryl offered.
“The directions are on my phone sadly.”
“Oh, damn. Well, I got some niggas, excuse me, boys I can call up who could probably pop that door of yours,” Daryl said.
Cindy looked up, a slight look of confusion on her face. “Pop that door?”
“Yeah, they work for me on weekends, but they good at opening car doors. I’ll be honest, they used to be car thieves back in the day. They workin’ with me now, you know, tryin’ to live an honest life now,” Daryl informed.
“Do they have to break anything?”
“Ha, naw, they real skilled. They could probably pop that shit, just like that,” Daryl replied as he snapped his fing [...]
