Stories For Sexlines
Gloria sat in the waiting area with several middle aged men. They were all waiting for their Jaguars. Gloria liked the fact customers were able to wait in a separate outdoor area near where the mechanics worked. Not only could she see her car’s progress, but she could also watch the sexy mechanics.
Gloria squirmed in her chair as she stared at the mechanic with the long, black hair. He reminded her of an Arthurian Knight. Gloria adjusted her lilac blouse to cover her large breasts when she saw a man leering at her. She couldn’t do anything about the short, dark purple skirt. The man on her left had already done everything but crawl under her chair to see more.
Gloria loved the attention. It made for great stories on the telephone sexlines. The secret to having earth shattering telephone sex was great fantasies, and Gloria always had exciting fantasies at the dealership.
In her head, Queen Gloria was nude and chained to the garage wall. Meanwhile, the mechanics were involved in a last man standing match to see who would get to fuck the Queen. The match was in its last round. The fighters were a muscular black guy and Gloria’s knight with the long hair.
Gloria could see the bulges in both of their pants so she knew she would be happy no matter who won. In the end, the black warrior picked up his opponent and threw him against the wall.
“What is your name?” Gloria asked the black man as he gently unchained her.
“My name is Marcus.”
Gloria licked her lips. “To have a magnificent time, Marcus, there must be three of us.”
“A threesome?” asked Marcus.
Gloria placed a warm hand on Marcus’ face. “The two champions should share the queen. You my ferocious, black warrior will fuck me first, and then the other lesser champion, he shall have your leftovers.” Then she leaned into Marcus and planted a long kiss on his lips as she squeezed his dick.
“Gloria,” the manager called. “Your car is ready, and you’re doing it again.”
“Damn.” Gloria grinned shyly as she took three fingers out of her pussy and tasted her juices. The customers and the mechanics watched lustfully as she stood up and pulled her skirt down. “That was fun. Later boys.” Now she was ready to go home and work the telephone sexlines.
Heavy Hangers
