Car trouble: , slut

Amanda couldn’t help but think she had done everything right. She married a rich white husband like her daddy had always wanted. She was a stay at home wife with a daughter and was able to do whatever she wanted with her life now that her daughter was older and in school. She couldn’t believe how great she had it and yet something was missing. She was so distracted thinking about this that she was barely paying attention to the road and found herself smacked across the face by her deployed airbag.

She couldn’t believe it. She crashed her husband’s beloved Maserati. She’s not dumb so this was extremely embarrassing. She had to hide this. She crashed in the bad part of town and couldn’t drive with the airbag deployed but she noticed a mechanic across the street. Lucky her, or so she thought. She had crashed into the curb and only appeared to see a flat tire. Not bad. She ran across the street. She found a large black man with black tattoos across his body in the auto shop and desperately explained her situation. He looked her up and down. Amanda wore yoga pants and a sweaty top having come from the gym. Her nipples clearly poking thru from a combo of the post gym sweat and the stress from the car situation. And Amanda could tell that the man noticed but she couldn’t cover up without making it more awkward.

The man went out to tow the man’s car into the repair lot. Leaving her alone in the waiting room. The stress was building and she just wanted to get home. The man finally came back and told amanda repairs would cost $4k. Should couldn’t believe it. It was just a tire. At least so she thought.

She told the man that it seemed outrageous and asked for an itemized repair list. He told Amanda if she came back to the managers office he could give her an itemized list. She was waiting for him to lead but he held open the door for her and said just walk past the cars, the room is in the back.

Amanda felt **** as she walked. Her hips swaying. She could feel the man’s eyes staring right at her ass. Full on display. Thong visible due to the drying sweat.

Getting into the room she spun to face him. “Okay, let’s hear the list. We’re in your office.”

“Shut up and sit down.” The black man commanded. The authority in his voice was definite and Amanda found herself falling silent as her body obeyed the instructions.

Looking up at the man as he looked down at her. She was **** and he was in a position of power as he spoke, “Now, the charges are as follows. $100 for the tire. $600 for the tow. $3k for internal control malfunctions(something he made up), and 300 for your white privilege fee.” Amanda was startled, “White priv.. tow? But I can’t spend more than $500 without my husband being notified and I… can’t let him know.” She stammered as the man smiled down at her.

His smile remained plastered on his face as he spoke“Sounds like we need to work something out to resolve this.. I can waive some of the expenses if you’re willing to hear me out.”

The man put his leg on his desk as he spoke and you began to understand where this was going… you felt a shiver. Were you actually willing to do this?

“Whaaat do you.. mean.” Amanda stammers.

“I think you know. I think you’re a pretty white woman who doesn’t know what they’d do if they lost access to hubby’s money. I think you want to get down on your knees and convince me to lower your bill.”

Amanda looks up at him. Unsure what to do. Hesitant to leave. Looking up at the imposing, black 6’2 man covered in tattooed towering over her smaller 5’7 frame.

“Now.” The man doesn’t need to say more. Amanda finds herself moving as the man had commanded. On her knees. Looking up at the man. “Convince me.” He challenged.

Putting her hands together in a **** plee not to actually cheat on her husband Amands tried reasoning with the man, “please don’t…” but he shut her down quickly saying, “actions speak louder than words.”

Amanda knew she wasn’t going to win this debate. She gripped the man’s cock over his shorts. He wasn’t hard yet but she could feel how thick his cock felt over his shorts. She hoped it was just thick and not long too. She couldn’t take a cock thick AND long like she had when she was younger and in her 20’s.

Amanda stoke the cock over his dirty work pants. She could tell almost immediately this wasn’t going to be enough. She pleaded with her eyes and

The man unemotionally returned a stare. “Pull it out.” He grunts. Amanda lets out a sigh in response but that was all she did in “resistance”. Pulling it out she found his cock to be about nearly as thick as her petite wrist. Which is quite thick despite her petite hands. Amanda gave the black man a few long strokes to test the length. About 6/7 inches she guesstimated. Longer than her husband. She gave the entire length a lick which caused her pussy to quiver. Was she cold or was that excitement? Could she still deepthroat? Is it bad that she had these thoughts? She wasn’t alone in her thoughts for long as she felt the man’s rough hands grip her hair by the roots and point his cock toward her mouth. Amanda found muscle memory taking over as she opened her mouth and took the man’s shaft into her mouth. Stretching wide to accommodate his girth. “That’s a good girl.” The man moaned. Amanda knew she should feel sick by doing this but she was proud that she had been the one to give this man the pleasure needed to elicit that moan. She told herself, the harder and better I do, the sooner this will be done and I can go home to my husband and play happy, faithful, dutiful mother and wife.

Amanda forgot how fun it was to suck cock as she played with the man’s big cock. She licked the head. The under-shaft with her tongue as she gave her blowjob but didn’t take him super deep. The man’s grunts and groans told Amanda she was doing a good job.

However it wasn’t enough for the man as he groaned “more!” Gripping the back of Amanda’s head he slammed his cock deep down her throat. Forcing Amanda to gag at the surprise causing his cock to temporarily leave her mouth. But she centered herself well and even asked “Can we try that again.”

This surprised the black man and caused him to laugh. “Your husband not giving you enough cock, huh? Don’t worry baby. Pretty white girls like yourself would have no problem with that. Come to this neighborhood more often. Me and the homies got you.”

As he spoke he fed Amanda more and more of his rod. Until she nearly fit it all in her outstretched mouth. “Now loosen that throat. Last bit.”

With that encouragement Amanda got it all in her mouth. Looking up at the stranger as tears welled in her eyes. One of the best views a woman can give a man.

It didn’t take long from the time that Amanda started deepthroating for the man to start buckling his hips. Amanda knew she had him close to cumming. She worked her throat faster on the shaft. Gripping his ass to help her take him continuously deep and to not fall off his cock.

“Fuccckkkk yessssss” he moaned as he gripped Amanda’s head. Shooting load after load of warm cum deep down her throat. Amanda gagged a little but pushed thru. Swallowing most besides the cum that leaked out the sides of her mouth. The man collapsed on his seat. Sucked dry.

Amanda now free of his cock could breathe again. She gagged in an attempt to get out whatever cum was left unswallowed. “You’re a fucking pig.” She spat at the black mechanic. He laughed.

“I’m going back on my deal slut. I’m only taking off the white tax. Looks like that’s only $300 off. Looks like your husband is getting a credit card alert. Unless you want to do something else for me to get some money off?”

Frustrated Amanda leaves the mechanics without a word. Storming out in anger she wasn’t thinking and started to walk home but after one cat call she thought better of it and called an uber back to her white community. She hadn’t done a walk of shame like that in years. She spent the next day, Thursday, debating what to do but couldn’t come up with a solution. She needed the car back before her husband got home Monday. Friday morning her phone rang. It was the mechanic. She still needed to pay her bill as he fixed the tire but all debts were still owed.