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Fucked by mechanics
The speed with which the clouds gathered and the skies opened up took me by surprise. I was on my scooty, driving back from a work-related assignment in a village about 40 km outside of city. Usually, I’d take the car for such a distance, but it refused to start in the morning. I expected to return before sunset, but the assignment had taken longer than expected and by the time I got done, the villagers insisted I have dinner before leaving.
So there I was, on my scooty, close to 10 pm on a narrow local road when it started raining cats and dogs, as the cliche goes. Since it wasn’t the time for monsoons, I expected the rain to stop soon, so I just pulled over by the side of the road and stopped under a tree. Half an hour later, the rain still had not let up. I was completely soaked, even under the tree.
I thought of calling home for a rescue from my predicament. As I reached into my purse to take my cellphone out, I felt certain dampness. That’s when I realized I had taken my fabric purse, which was obviously not waterproof. The cellphone was also wet, and had conked off. Great, I thought to myself. Stuck here without a working cellphone on a highway late at night. Some vehicles were passing by. I thought of flagging one down. But there had been so many news stories recently about a group of men in their cars or SUVs k**napping women from the roadside and r****g them, that I did not feel comfortable doing so. I decided the best course of action was to drive until I reached some village, and then make a call from there.

So I got on my scooty and drove for about half a km when putt… puttt… putt… hisssss. The scooty engine just stopped with some ominous noises. I tried to restart it. Even tried the manual kick-start. Did not work. Great. As if things couldn’t get any worse. Now I was soaked to my skin, with my scooter and cell phone refusing to work, stranded on a deserted road at almost 11 pm. I stood there re-evaluating the option of flagging down a car. The rain had gotten even harder now, definitely the heaviest downpour in the region in years.

Finally I decided to take the chance and stood by the edge of the road waiting for some vehicle to pass by. Nothing. Zip. Not a single car or truck for about 10 minutes. Was I in the twilight zone, I wondered.

That’s when I noticed a guy on one of those old rusty bicycles approaching from the city side. He was wearing a raincoat, and had his eyes on the road, so did not notice me immediately. I called out to him and he stopped. Crossed the road and came close to me.
“Hello…, my scooty has broken down and my phone isn’t working either. Do you have a cellphone on you?” I asked
The man pushed his hood back. He was bald and in his 40s. Wiped the water from his face and replied , “Cellphone? No. I don’t own a cellphone. But I am a mechanic. Want me to take a look at that scooty?”
“Oh, thank you. It will be great if you can fix it.”

He got off his bicycle, and started examining my scooty.

“Why are there no cars at all on this road?”

“It’s a pretty bad storm, Madam. Trees fallen all over. The road is shut on both the sides, about a km on the city side and a couple of km on the other side. I was just cycling back home from the garage I work at. It’s just a km away.”

This did not sound good. If the road was closed both ways, how was I to get home? The man realized what I was thinking from the worried look on my face and said, “Don’t worry about the city side. They were saying it will be cleared within an hour. It’s not a very big tree, they say.”

He looked under the scooty a few times. Took the toolbox out of the side-box and puttered around. Tried to start it a few times. And then said to me, “Sorry, Madam. There is thingummy thingummy with the thingummy of the thingummy and we need a thingummy.” Well, that’s not exactly what he said. But I am a total dunce when it comes to automobiles so he might as well have said that and I wouldn’t have understood it any less.

“Alright, so can you fix it?” I asked.

“No, not here. Don’t have the tools and parts for it. But if you like, we can go to my garage. It’s just a km away. We’ll get there in no time. There’s also a phone in the garage, so you can call someone and have them pick you up.”

That sounded like the best possible option. So we set off on foot towards his garage, him dragging my scooter, and me rolling his bicycle along.

“So Madam, if you don’t mind. What is your name?”

“Lafiza” I replied, and out of courtesy asked him, “and what is your’s?”

“I am James. If you don’t mind my asking…, what is a young lady like you doing here at this time. As far as i know Muslim women are all housewives, they don’t come out like this alone? We usually don’t get city ‘ladies’ in our parts.”

“Who told you this?” I asked him… “That time is gone, even Muslim girls are working in metro cities now a days. I had some work in a village. Was driving back when this storm started.”

“Yes, this storm is really unexpected. Never seen it rain like this”

He stayed silent after that, but I noticed that he’d keep stealing glances at me. I had been so preoccupied with thinking about the scooty and how to get home, that I didn’t realize how completely soaked I was. Fortunately, as I always do while on village assignments, I was wearing a very conservative traditional dress, with a long scarf around my neck and chest. But even so, being as soaked as I was, the fabric was hugging some curves of my body more tightly than it ever would.

Nothing too scandalous, mind you, but I am sure it was titillating enough for a middle aged mechanic.

So I must have been quite a sight for him. I tried not to think too much about it though. Apart from a few glances, canlı bahis siteleri which were perfectly normal for any male, he had been very polite and well-behaved. I did not feel threatened by him at all.

Finally we reached the “garage”. I use quote marks because calling it a garage would be too effusive. It was just a small tin shack, probably no bigger than the average bedroom. There was a rusty signboard on top saying “James Auto Garage” with some signs painted on the gate and banners. James put my scooter on its side-stand and banged on the metal door of the shack.

“Who is it?” came a thick voice from inside.

“Dane, it’s me James. Open up.”

The door creaked open and out peered a man I guessed to be Dane. He was shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He was a small man, shorter than me, and I am just 5’3”. He had a moustache, and curly black hair. I’d guess him to be older than James, may be in his 50s.

“What happened?” he asked, staring at me.

“This is Lafiza Madam. She was driving back to city when her scooty broke down. I saw her when I was going home, so brought her here.”

“Hmpfff… OK… bring it in.” Dane said and opened the folding doors completely. James and I walked in. It was, as I said, a small shack. There was a small mattress in the corner where I guess Dane slept. The rest of the shack was filled with two-wheelers, their parts and other tools. The whole place also reeked of something I couldn’t quite place… probably just grease and petrol. In another corner was a chair with a table, and on top of the table, a telephone.

“Can I use the phone?” I asked.

“Yes sure.” Dane said as he started opening the scooty casing.

I picked up the receiver and held it to my ear. Silence. No dial tone. “There is no dial tone” I said.

Dane came over and took the phone from me. As he did, I could not help but notice his still shirt-less torso. It was hairy, and he had a pot belly. There were some stains of grease on his belly and arms.

“I guess the storm knocked the lines out.”

“Oh. Is there someone close by with a cellphone?” I asked.

“There’s just our garage and two other shops here – one a tea stall and another for hardware. Both are closed, and the guys who run them don’t stay in the shops like me. You will have to walk a couple of km that way for any other shops or houses.”

I weighed my options. It was still raining pretty hard. I could walk to the other shops. But may be I could just wait for these men to fix my scooty and then drive. James was already working pretty hard at it. Dane went and stood next to him and they started discussing whatever was to be done. That’s when my sneezes started. Achoo’s after achoo’s. About a dozen or so.

“Looks like you are catching a cold because of your wet clothes.” Dane said looking at me. “If you want, I can give you a clean shirt and a shorts to change into.”

“No, that’s fine. I can wait. It won’t take long to fix this anyway, right?”

“It will take about an hour, and…”

He was interrupted by another bout of sneezing from me. After my sneezes subsided, he looked pointedly at me. I could feel the sneezes getting worse. I decided that it would be stupid to risk getting pneumonia when there was an option to change out of my wet clothes.

“OK I suppose I should change.”

James went to the corner and opened a box. He took out a towel, a relatively clean t-shirt, and a short.He gave it all to me and said, “As you can see, there is no other room. You can change in here. Dane and I will wait outside.”

They walked out and I went to close the door. It was just a rusty bolt which I slid into the loop. There was a nail hanging from a thread near the bolt. The purpose of the nail, as I later realized, was to be inserted into a hole at the end of the bolt, to act like some sort of a lock.

I didn’t realize it then and left the nail hanging as it was, instead of inserting it into the hole. Which, ironically, lead to further events.

I should have moved to the back of the shack to change. But whether it was the greasy smell or just laziness, I did not. I started changing just a couple of feet inside the closed door. I then took off my shirt and trousers(traditional clothing
) which were by now dripping with water. I thought for a second about keeping my bra and panties on, but they were too wet. So I took them off too, and got completely naked. I took the towel and started drying myself. I was drying my hair when it happened. The wind suddenly picked up, and the door started shaking from the wind.

A big and audible gust of wind came and as if in slow motion, I saw the bolt sliding back under the pressure. In what must have been just a second, but felt like an eternity, the bolt slid back completely and the folding doors opened with a bang. Dane and James who had been standing with their backs to the door were startled by the noise and turned around.

I stood there motionless with my hands holding the towel to my hair, as Dane and James stared at me dumbfounded. There I was, completely naked. In front of two men I had just met.

I was caught in two minds about what to do. Whether to cover myself up or close the door. My first instinct was to grab whatever I could and cover my nakedness. I picked up my shirt and trouser (traditional clothes)which were lying on the floor at my feet. I held them in front of me and then ran forward to close the door again. Which was a big mistake.

The gusty wind which had blown the door open was still blowing strong. My hands were wet and slippery, as were the clothes. So the gust of wind blew my traditional clothes out of my hand and outside on to the street and into the darkness. And once again my nakedness was visible to the two men tipobet güvenilir mi who were still standing rooted to their spots, a few feet away from the door. I now decided to close the door first. Because of my hair getting in my face, I was struggling to pull the door back against the wind gusts when WHOOOSHHH… something else flew by me. The shirt, towel and shorts that James had given me had also flown out. Those were the last possible things to cover my modesty. I could now think of no short term fix to my visible nakedness.

I sank to the ground, wrapped my hands around my folded knees, and hid my face in them, hoping this would at least hide my boobs and pussy. The face was hidden mainly out of shame. In a few seconds I heard someone walk in and close the door. I also heard a chuckle, and then realized, I had heard only one set of footsteps. I looked up and saw Dane putting the nail into the hole of the bolt.

“You didn’t put this nail in, did you? I thought it was obvious. That’s what it was there for.” he said. I just started at him, red-faced. “Well, James is out there running after your clothes to get them back. Good man, that James . Always does the right thing. I, on the other hand, just had to have another look. He …he… ! Come on, don’t be shy. I’ve seen everything anyway.”

Dane was now standing right above me. He was fully drenched, as were his boxer shorts, and his erection was adding to the effect, leaving little to imagination. I could not help but stare at his penis and testicles outlined through the wet shorts. Which turned out not to be a smart thing because he noticed what I was looking at and said, “Oh, that’s what interests you? Well, fair’s fair. You showed me everything, so the polite thing for me would be to do the same.”

And in one motion he bent down, grabbed hold of my hair and pushed my face towards his dick. I stared at his dick as it hit me on the cheek. He pushed my head back and pulled it again, this time the dick hit my closed lips. I looked up at him, and our eyes met. He gave me a stern look, a primal dominant male look which I tried to return with a laboriously mustered up look of resentment. Then he smiled and cocked his head to turn his gaze lower. I followed his gaze and was shocked at what I saw. My left hand was fondling my clit. And I was now on my knees. My body was reacting entirely on its own without keeping me updated. He seemed at a loss for a few seconds.

So far his behavior was mostly about bravado and arrogant needling. He probably expected me to feel shy and shrink back. And frankly, I would have expected the same from myself. But my unexpected reaction had surprised him as much as it surprised me.

We were motionless like that for a few seconds, I staring at him with his dick jerking before my face, and him standing there staring back at me. Who moved next would be crucial in deciding the turn of events. If I had shrunk back, or maybe yelled at him, he would certainly have backed off. But my motionlessness gave him the opening he needed.

“Heh.. ha… ha ha ha” Dane started laughing. I couldn’t help breaking into what they call a shit-eating grin. I felt his grip on my hair get tight again. He pulled my head towards his dick. This time I opened my mouth and let it in. Immediate reaction – gag reflex! A combination of the strong stink of his dick as well as the fact that he had thrust his cock all the way in and probably hit my tonsils. He took the dick out. I turned my head coughed a little. Then turned back to face his dick. Took it in my right hand and started sucking on it slowly, using my usual blowjob technique. I had encountered a penis with a foreskin for the first time. It felt nice, almost like a big lollipop. I took it out occasionally to glance at it, gave it a lick or two. I was like a little k** transfixed by a new toy.

Dane was now moaning in pleasure and running his hands through my hair. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying this blowjob. I had been sucking for a couple of minutes when there was a knock on the door. Dane clucked his tongue in annoyance, and said, “That is James. Damn, I forgot about him.”

He took the three steps to the door, and opened it. James rushed in, holding just my bra in his hand, and closed the door.

“Sorry Lafiza Madam, the rest of them just flew away. This was stuck in a tree so…….” his voice trailed off as he took in the scene in front of his eyes. Dane was standing there naked with his dick erect. I was on my knees with my left hand still fingering my clit. He looked at Dane and me turn by turn, and then said, “Oh…. I see.”

“Been years since I banged such a chick, friend.” Dane said, slapping him playfully on the back. He then walked past me towards the mattress and lay down on it. He then beckoned me to go to him.

“But… is she… I mean… how come…” James tried to string a sentence together, “You’re not forcing her, are you?”

There was silence for a couple of seconds. I realized James was looking at me for an answer. With this break in the proceedings and James ‘squestion, I had suddenly become doubly aware of the situation. I had been willingly sucking a strange man’s dick, a fat old stinky hairy mechanic’s dick, and had been fingering myself while at it for good measure. Had I been forced? James ‘s question gave me an exit route if I were to take it. I momentarily even considered it. But the work my fingers had been up to down there had put me in a different state of mind altogether.

The normal demure Lafiza who had struggled a few minutes back to cover herself up and close the door had seemingly been carried away by the gust of winds with the clothes. This Lafiza was possessed, tipobet giriş consumed by the most a****listic and basest of instincts.

I got up from my knees and stood up. Slowly walked towards James . Took the bra from his hands and flung it down. Then I turned around, and walked towards Dane , swaying my hips exaggeratedly, giving James a great look at my butt. I reached the mattress and got down on my knees between Dane’s spread legs. Bent down and resumed my blowjob.

James did not need an engraved invitation after this. He was out of his clothes in a jiffy and was on his knees behind me. He fondled, pinched and slapped my tight round butt for a while. Then put his finger in my pussy, and chuckled at the wetness. And very soon, ahhh… a cock in my pussy. It had been weeks. After experiencing how an uncircumcised cock feels in the mouth, I was now experiencing one in the pussy. Not too different in the pussy, I must say. But there was much more to Dane’s cock than just being long and uncut. There was thickness, the sort that I had never experienced before.

It dawned on me now as to why I had let these low class men ravish me. I had experienced sex only with my husband, a sophisticated and genteel lover. His gentle and somewhat timid love-making had begun to leave me unsatisfied. Being a cultured and high-class lady, I could never venture outside my marriage to look for sexual fulfillment. Seeing my diminished interest and inclination, my husband sometimes brought Hindi porn books to read together. I think he did it more to arouse himself than to please me. I learnt from these books that rugged working class men were more powerful lovers than the urban sophisticates. When the opportunity came today to experience sex with these two rough and strong mechanics in conditions of relative anonymity, I could not resist the temptation. After all, it will only be a one-time experience. With this justification, I decided to let myself go.

James was drilling me hard and deep. His hand kept moving from around my waist, up my back, playing with my boobs, back to my waist, grabbing my butt flesh and so on. His intense fucking distracted me from my sucking and I was just holding Dane’s dick in my mouth. Dane took the lead then. He got on his knees, grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth.

I was being fucked hard at both ends, and was experiencing a never-before bliss.

James grunted loudly. His body arched and he started shooting his cum in my pussy in powerful jets. I was groaning and trembling with pleasure. When James stopped cumming, I was still writhing with the after-shocks of my orgasm. I could still feel his dick hard inside me for about a minute more. He finally took it out and sat by my side.

I took my hand to my pussy and could not believe the amount of cum that was coming out of it. I sat up, unsure of what to do. James got up, walked unsteadily and looked around. Finally, he returned to me with a piece of cloth. I took it and put it on my pussy so that it might absorb the plentiful cum.

“Let’s work on her scooty.” James said, and Dane reluctantly got up and followed him. They both put some clothes on and started working on the scooty. I lay back on the mattress for a while to regain my breath. It was still raining, but the intensity had clearly waned. I got up and walked towards the table. Picked up the phone’s receiver. Thank God, the dial tone was back.

Phone lines had been restored. I dialed my home number.

“Hello. Lafizaa here.” I said.

“Lafiza, where have you been? I was worried sick!” my husband said, clearly worried.

“Sorry honey.” I replied, “It started raining very hard and the roads got dangerous, so I decided to turn back and return to the village to wait the storm out. But my cellphone got wet and stopped working. And the landline connections were down too, so could not call.”

“Oh okay. Thank heavens you’re safe. I was really worried. Should I come there and pick you up? It’ll take me just an hour.” hubby dearest asked.

I felt something poke my butt. I turned around to see Dane , naked again, with his dick erect once more, grinning at me. He put his finger on my clit and bit my ear, silently chuckling.

“No, I am fine here.” I said, struggling to sound normal. “They have put me up in a small guest house of sorts here. I don’t want you to drive in these conditions. I’ve heard there are many fallen trees blocking the road. Plus, you have to work tomorrow. Just go to sleep. I’ll come back in the morning. Good night, honey.”

Dane’s finger at my clit had now found just the spot and it took monumental effort to speak that whole statement normally.

“OK, good night. And take care. Is this the number I can reach you at? The one you called from?”

“Yes, honey. Bye.”

I banged the phone down breathlessly, and yelled at Dane, “What the hell were you trying to do? Why aren’t you helping James ?” I looked over my shoulder at James who was still working on the scooty.

“Don’t worry about the scooty, ma’am. James is giving finishing touches to it. … But can’t you see what you have done to this poor fellow?” He pointed to his dick which was jerking impatiently.

I retorted angrily, “What have I done to it?”

Dane lay on top of me, his pot belly pressing against my abdomen and his bristly face brushing against my cheeks, as he fucked me lustfully. He was not as good at fucking as James but was decent enough, better than my husband.

Bending his head, he sucked my breasts and nipples, without interrupting the in and out movements of his cock. I felt my orgasm looming. He thrusts had become deeper. I was thrashing wildly under him, desperate for release. Dane seemed to be oblivious to my need. He was going on and on, ramming his cock into my cunt. Unable to wait any longer.

By that time, James had fixed my scooty and I was ready to go back on road

I thanked both of them by kissing their cocks and giving them blowjobs. While I was about to leave, I gave them My phone number for future.

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