Weekend Fix: Oil Change Bliss

The scent of engine grease and desperation hung heavy in the air, clinging to the worn fabric of my favorite tank top. My man, Daniel, was running late, as usual, leaving me with a simmering anticipation that bordered on agony. He’d been away for a week, chasing some phantom deal in Denver, and every minute felt like an eternity. The rain hammered against the windows, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart.

I’d spent the afternoon lost in a haze of self-pleasure, indulging in my darkest desires. The vibrator, a sleek, black cylinder, felt intimately familiar against my flesh, a tangible representation of my longing. The initial waves of pleasure had built slowly, expertly escalating into a frenzy of need. The thought of his firm, muscular body, the rough texture of his skin against mine, consumed me. The text messages flew back and forth, a digital dance of lust and anticipation, each word a spark igniting the fire within me.

“I’m warming up for you, babe. Are they busy there?” I typed, my fingers trembling slightly as I stared at the blank screen.

“Not really. I’m waiting for them to finish working on my truck,” came his quick reply, laced with a hint of excitement.

“I’m so fucking horny. I got the big vibrating cock all the way in my pussy without any lube! I’m so ready to suck and lick your big cock. Mmmmmm.” The words poured out of me, fueled by a primal urge that felt both shameful and utterly liberating. The sensation was exquisite, a brutal, delicious torment.

“Tell them to hurry cuz you’ve got a horny bitch waiting in your bed!” I demanded, pushing the boundaries of my own restraint.

“OK, babe, I will,” he responded, the delay amplifying my excitement.

“I’m sure you will. Ohhhhhhh, mmmm, it feels so good!” I moaned, letting my body relax into the plush velvet of the bed. The vibrations intensified, a relentless assault on my senses. I imagined his hands, strong and calloused, exploring every inch of my body, savoring each sensation.

“My pants are bulging,” he texted, sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

“Mmm, so hot. YES! Babe, I’m so clooooose to cuuuummming!” I shrieked, my breath catching in my throat. The pleasure was building, a tidal wave threatening to engulf me.

I sent a picture, a brazen display of my arousal, hoping to push him over the edge. The image of my swollen, glistening pussy filled with the vibrating dildo was a potent invitation.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhh??”, he replied, his message laced with a hint of nervousness.

“Are you leaking precum, babe? Ohhhhhhhhhhh, babe, I love you. I love to tease you!” I cried, unable to contain my excitement. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

“My tongue is needing your wet pussy,” he responded, his voice thick with desire.

“I’m so wet and swollen. Surely they are almost done. I’m literally salivating thinking of sucking you. Mmmm!” I gasped, clinging to the edge of the bed.

“You keep this up, and I’m gonna make a mess,” he warned, a playful edge to his tone.

“Just don’t cum in your pants because I need that cum! This juicy cunt needs a good pounding,” I retorted, my voice dripping with possessiveness.

“On my way. Be there soon, babe,” he finally replied, the wait stretching on endlessly.

As the engine of his truck sputtered to life outside, I prepared myself for the inevitable. The rain had subsided, leaving behind a glistening sheen on the pavement. When the door swung open, I was lying naked on the bed, my legs spread wide, the vibrating dildo a silent testament to my anticipation.

Daniel entered, his eyes widening in surprise and then quickly shifting to lust. He moved with an almost primal urgency, stripping off his clothes with swift, practiced movements. Within moments, he was kneeling before me, his presence radiating heat and dominance. He began to devour me, his hands digging deep into my receptive flesh. The sensation was exquisite, a raw, animalistic pleasure that left me gasping for air.

I pushed him back, demanding more, my body arching in response to his touch. The pleasure was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely. I clung to his hips, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

As he thrust deep, I let out a primal scream, my body writhing in ecstasy. The vibrations intensified, shaking my entire being. I felt him building to a crescendo, the pressure mounting relentlessly. Then, with a final, explosive burst, he released, sending shivers down my spine.

He pulled back, his breath ragged, his eyes filled with a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion. He began to stroke my labia and clitoris with his hard cock, slowly and deliberately, savoring each moment. The sensation was both exquisite and painful, pushing me to the very edge of my limits.

“Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuck, I’m cumming!!” I shrieked, unable to contain the pleasure.

He continued his assault, grinding deep and taking me there again and again. The pleasure was intense, a searing heat that spread through my entire body. I grabbed his hips, clawing at him to keep him deep, and he responded with renewed vigor.

“Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuck, I’m cumming!!” I screamed again, tears streaming down my face.

As the final waves of pleasure subsided, he pulled back, his body trembling with exhaustion. He kissed me deeply, his lips tracing the contours of my face, and then he began to stroke my nipples, creating a tingling sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

“Wow! Was that amazing!” he exclaimed, his voice hoarse.

The world faded away as we clung to each other, lost in the lingering echoes of our shared ecstasy. The rain had stopped, and the first rays of dawn were beginning to peek through the windows, casting a warm glow over our room. We lay there, tangled together, a testament to our insatiable desire, knowing that the next time he left, we would once again indulge in the exquisite torment of waiting for him.

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