Author: Wade Mondegam, Copyright © 1997 Master Wade.

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When I got my bathing suit back on and left the sex scented room there was no sign of Madley. The garage bay door was open again and my car was parked outside the station. Raiford was standing by the pumps.

"Mr. Wilkes said to tell you he'd send you a bill for the tire, Ma'am", Raiford said.

I thanked Raiford and drove home, still in somewhat of a daze by the events that had just transpired. I had never done anything so nasty in my life, in fact I hadn't even fantasized about anything quite like it before. But, without a doubt, it had been the most amazing sexual experience I'd ever known.

I probably don't have to tell you what happened in the weeks and months to come. Needless to say, I put more miles on that car than ever before, desperate to find some excuse to stop by Madley's service station. My mind was full of him now, and I found myself masturbating and replaying the scene in the back room of the station over and over again.

For the first several weeks I was frustrated in the extreme. It seemed that Madley was never at the station when I stopped, and even when he was, it would be Raiford who pumped the gas, Raiford who cleaned the windshield. I always was prepared for it to be Madley, and either wore shorts or the bikini, or at least slid my dress high on my legs, in anticipation of feeling his gaze on my body once more. I even began purposely teasing Raiford, hoping that he might say something to Madley that would make him want me again.

Finally, my frustration grew to the point that I just couldn't stand it any longer, and I went to the station right at closing time, determined to confront Madley. We had never discussed what happened, in fact Madley had never said a word to me, even during that memorable time together in the back room. But something had to be done, I needed him, in ways that I thought only he could understand.

Luck was with me this time, and Madley appeared to be there alone. He was rolling in the displays of motor oil and tires from the front, preparing to close the station for the night. Rather than pulling up to the pumps, I parked directly in front of one of the garage bay doors and sat in the car, waiting to see if he would ask what I needed.

Much to my dismay, Madley ignored me, continuing to finish his chores. I had decided that I was going to have to get out of the car and approach him, when he suddenly raised the garage door in front of me. Not knowing what else to do, I drove into the bay. It was soon evident that I had made the right choice, as Madley closed the door behind me.

I had chosen a white summer dress to wear that evening, and under it wore only a white garter belt and tan stockings. As I opened the door of the car I slid the dress up and when I stepped out of the car I knew Madley would be able to see my stocking tops and the white garter belt straps. Before I could swing both legs out of the car, he was standing there beside the door, his coverall's unzipped and his cock in his hand.

Madley reached inside the car and took my head roughly in his hands and pulled my face to his crotch, causing me to nearly fall out of the car to my knees in front of him. I could feel the rough cement floor of the garage tearing my nylons at the knees, but nothing mattered to me now except a chance to feel my lips around his huge prick.

As is his style, Madley fucked my face, not gently or patiently, but as if he were fucking a whore pussy. I gagged with nearly every stroke of his huge member, gradually being able to let the huge head slide down my throat without heaving. My nostrils were filled with the scent of his sex, and as I grew more and more able to take his dick down my throat I could feel those heavy cum-filled balls slapping against my chin as he fucked me.

I've always liked sucking cock, Master. Even in high school I used to gladly suck my dates off, even on the first date, as long as I could make it seem as if they had initiated it. Having dick in my mouth makes me come really strongly, so I usually masturbate myself while I'm sucking, unless of course the man does it for me.

In this case there wasn't any way that Madley could finger me, so I took care of it myself, bringing myself to two very quick and very strong orgasms before Madley began spurting his fuck into my head, in spite of the fact that he came quickly. I guess you could say I was primed.

When he was done with my face, Madley wiped the last remains of cum in my hair and tucked his dick back in the dirty coveralls.

"That WAS what you wanted, wasn't it, slut?", he asked me nastily.

No one had ever called me a slut before, Master, and as I knelt there on the greasy floor with cum in my hair and on my lips, I felt terribly dirty and nasty. But at the same time I knew that it was indeed what I had wanted, and I knew also how many times I had wished to be just where I was then, doing just what I was doing. How could I argue with his terminology?

"Well, you wanted my cock, didn't you?", he repeated.

"Yes. I did. What do I have to do to get it more often?", I asked, brazenly.

"Come around on Tuesday nights. You'll get what you need", he said, zipping his coveralls back up, and re-opening the garage door.

There was little doubt that he meant for me to leave then, and I did, although a bit reluctantly. I had wanted him to fuck my needy pussy, and the thought of having to wait a whole week wasn't especially pleasing.

Over the next several weeks I showed up faithfully at Madley's on Tuesday nights, making whatever excuses I had to to be away from the house and Jim. True to his word, Madley gave me what I needed, fucking me nastily and hotly and then sending me home to my husband with another man's cum still warm within me.

My addiction to the lurid usage to which Madley put me grew rapidly, and soon I was begging him to let me see him more often.

"You know," he said in reply to my pleas, "I just might have better things to do with my time than keeping another man's wife satisfied."

"But Madley, don't you like me? Isn't it good for you too? I try hard to make it good for you, honest I do! What can I do to make it better? Just tell me! I'll do anything you want, just tell me what it is! I just need it so bad sometimes...and the days go by so slowly!" I know I sounded desperate, but I was.

"Well, we'll just see how willing you are to please me. Come back on Friday night this week, and if you're a good little tramp maybe I'll let you come twice a week." He smiled a wicked smile, unlike any I had seen on his face before.

I was thrilled by the chance to prove my desire for him, and eager to start seeing him twice a week. Sex with Jim had become so meaningless that I dreaded doing it with him, but he didn't seem to notice, or care, and as a result, we did it very seldom. Usually, when we did, it was mainly because I was feeling especially naughty and wanted his cock to be inside a pussy that was still wet with Madley's cum. I could come pretty strongly even then, if I thought about it in that way.

Friday night finally arrived, and I pulled into the bay as usual, eagerly anticipating being with Madley once more. I had begun wearing dresses most of the time when I came to see him, even though the weather was still very hot and other clothes would have been cooler. While he never complimented me on my attire, I fantasized that the strong contrast between our surroundings and the pretty dresses I wore would be more pleasing to him. For the same reason I always wore a garter belt and stockings outfit under the dress.

He stripped the dress from me, tossing it into the car seat and pulled my body to his, caressing my warm flesh with his big hands. Then he repeated the sponge routine for the first time since our initial encounter, drenching me with cool water as I stood before him. It was at least as erotic as the first time, perhaps even more so than before due to the stockings and high heels I was wearing this time.

I stood before him, eyes closed, reveling in the emotions I was feeling, when I suddenly felt him grab my right arm by the wrist and push my hand backward, only to find it being filled with another man's cock. Gasping, I turned slightly to see a naked Raiford behind me.

This was so unexpected that it truly took my breath away, but the erotic power of being held between the two men was powerful and not unwanted in the least. I felt Raiford begin kissing my naked shoulder and could feel his cock thickening in my grasp. Madley's monster cock was pressing against my stomach now and he was kissing me full on the mouth, still holding my arm and beginning to move my hand back and forth on Raiford's black dick.

Madley took my hand away from the now fully hard cock and placed it between my legs, rubbing my fingers in the wet juice of my sex. When my fingers were covered he placed it back on Raiford's meat, encouraging me to spread the hot fuck along the surface of the shiny black cock, greasing it.

Then, taking his own cock in his hand and bending at the knees, Madly began filling me with it, sliding his hot man meat into my hungry slut cunt. His strength was such that when he fucked me standing up he could lift me from the floor with each thrust of his hard prick. As he began pumping me I could feel Raiford taking my hand off his cock and directing it to the cheeks of my rising and falling ass. The head of his cock was bumping into my anus now, and I knew he was trying to fuck me there. I moaned, unsure that I could stand having two cocks inside me at the same time, but wanting it more than anything at the moment. Madley had fucked my ass, of course, so I knew that I could easily take Raiford's smaller cock there, but I had never been fucked by two men at the same time before, in spite of the many times I had fantasized about it.

I felt the slick black cock head pop into my back hole and soon was very much aware of having his dick in my ass. The two men fucked me, imprisoned between them, their hands busy on my naked body, their mouths licking and kissing me at random. Unlike Madley, Raiford seemed to need to talk when he fucked.

"Mr. Wilkes be pumping yo cunt, white trash, and I be putting my black meat in yo asshole. Like it, don't ya? You like having Raiford's black pecker up yo ass?", he asked, lewdly.

My mouth full of Madley's tongue, all I could do was moan my response, which if it had been audible would have been an unqualified "YES!!!". I not only liked having Raiford's black cock up my ass, but loved being so hungrily violated by two men, and talked about in such a nasty way by the dark skinned man behind me.

"Whew, Mr. Wilkes, this white cunt can sho take some dick!! Look at the bitch go! Hot Damn!!", he said, excitedly, pounding my ass even harder with his slick rod.

I started coming in the middle of Raiford's last vocal tirade, quivering and jerking between the two randy slut fuckers as they continued lifting me up off the floor with each thrust into me. I was not far away from another orgasm when Raiford began squirting his cum into my ass, and his excited moans and continued references to me as white trash, etc. pushed me over the edge, just as Madley's orgasm spilled out into my other fuck hole.

When the two men had pumped me full of their cum, Madley pushed me to my knees and allowed me to clean his cock, as well as Raiford's with my tongue. I could taste myself on both cocks, and couldn't resist rubbing my still trembling pussy to yet another orgasm as I licked their meat clean.

When I got home that night I fucked Jim with me on top, hoping that some of Raiford's cum would run out of my ass and puddle up on his balls. Just thinking about it made me come almost as strongly as I did with the two men's cocks inside me.

It seemed that Madley was quite pleased with my response to being with both he and Raiford, and I began visiting him on both Tuesday and Friday nights. Sometimes Raiford would join us, other times he would not, and occasionally there would be some other strange man there in Raiford's place, and I would never even learn the man's name. Over the next few months I fucked alot of strange men in Madley's garage, taking whatever they would give me eagerly and with growing passion.