What I Did with the Mechanics at the Garage

The first time I went to that garage, I was accompanying my father, who wanted to have a strange noise in the car checked before leaving on a trip. I stayed off to one side, leaning against the door, watching three men with hands blackened by grease lift the hood and argue among themselves. I didn’t understand anything about engines, but I understood perfectly well the way they looked at me.

It wasn’t an awkward or innocent look. It was hunger. They hid it out of respect for my father, of course, but every time he turned toward the manager or got distracted by a phone call, one of the three allowed himself to run his eyes over my legs, cleavage, or mouth with a shameless slowness that gave me goosebumps.

The strangest part was that it didn’t bother me. Quite the opposite. It amused me at first, and then it turned me on. They were mature, weathered men, with the confidence of people who didn’t need to pretend. One had two-day stubble, another had arms covered in oil and prominent veins, and the third had a deep voice that ran through my body when he asked whether I wanted to sit inside and wait.

—I’m fine here —I replied, smiling a little more than I should have.

He held my smile and nodded as if he had understood a message I hadn’t even finished formulating myself.

The next day, my father asked me to stop by the garage and ask how the repair was going. I could have called. I could have made up anything. Instead, I changed with more care than necessary, put on a tight blouse and a short skirt, and walked out into the afternoon sun with an excuse on my lips and desire throbbing between my legs.

When I walked in, all three of them were there. The thin one, whom I later learned was called Bruno, was the first to look up. Then Darío, the bearded one, saw me, and finally Simón, the quietest. All three stopped what they were doing for barely a second, but that second was enough for me to know they had been waiting for me.

—I came to ask about my father’s car —I said, trying to sound casual.

—Of course —Darío replied, wiping his hands with a rag—. Come on, I’ll explain.

He led me over to the car and raised the hood. I moved closer, pretending to be interested. Bruno positioned himself beside me, and Simón stood behind me. They began pointing out parts and talking to me about belts, leaks, and things I didn’t care about in the slightest. I nodded while trying to ignore the fact that Simón was too close. I could feel the heat of his body against my back.

Then the first brush happened. Barely a touch. His pelvis against my ass, quick, almost accidental. I didn’t move away. I stayed bent over the engine, breathing slowly. A moment later he did it again, this time more firmly. In front of me, Bruno saw it and said nothing. He only clenched his jaw and lowered his gaze to my cleavage.

—Do you understand? —Bruno asked.

—Not really —I admitted without moving.

—We can explain it to you again if necessary.

His tone made me smile. Simón pressed a little closer to me. I clearly felt the hard bulge showing through his work pants, rubbing against my skirt. My breathing changed. I myself parted my feet slightly, just enough to give him room. No one said anything for several seconds. The only sounds were the hum of a tool in the background and our breathing, growing less and less calm.

Darío approached from the front, placing one hand on the edge of the car and the other beside my waist. He didn’t quite touch me, but he boxed me in. I had one man brushing against me from behind, another watching my mouth, and the third so close to my breasts that I would touch him if I straightened up.

—If this bothers you, stop it now —Darío murmured in a low, hoarse voice.

I turned my face just enough to look at him.

—If it bothered me, I would have left already.

That was enough. Simón grabbed me by the hip and pulled me against him. I let out a breath through my nose, an almost involuntary moan. Bruno slammed the hood shut, and the sharp sound shot through me like a signal. There was no engine, no explanation, no excuse anymore. Just us.

Darío kissed me first. Nothing soft, nothing timid. He held the back of my neck and shoved his tongue into my mouth as if he had been imagining it for two days. I answered him just as hungrily. I felt Bruno’s hands slide down my thighs, lift my skirt, and squeeze my ass over the fabric. Simón stayed pressed against my back, hard and breathing against my neck.

—Fuck —Bruno said—, you came looking for this.

—Yes —I replied, with no dignity and no desire to pretend—. I came for this.

My confession aroused them. Bruno pushed my underwear aside and ran two fingers over my pussy above the entrance, just to check how wet I was. He chuckled.

—Soaked.

I knew hearing that word out loud was supposed to embarrass me, but all I felt was more heat. Darío kissed me again while Bruno thrust two fingers into me. My knees buckled, and Simón had to grab my waist more firmly to keep me from falling.

—Look at her —Simón said behind me—. She couldn’t hold out at all.

Bruno finger-fucked me without gentleness, thrusting in and out quickly, searching inside me with filthy, precise movements. I opened my legs wider on my own, rocking my hips against his hand. I moaned into Darío’s mouth, and he bit my lip.

—Let’s go in back —he ordered.

***

The back of the garage had a storeroom with a metal table, an old sink, and a plastic curtain separating a tool room. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t romantic, and that was precisely why it turned me on even more. It smelled of oil, hot metal, and male sweat. They closed the garage’s main door, lowered the outer curtain partway, and came back toward me as if they no longer had to pretend anything.

Darío sat me on the table. Bruno positioned himself between my legs, and Simón stood behind me. They opened my blouse, pushed aside my bra, and stared at my tits for one long second, as if enjoying being able to look at them openly at last.

—I want to watch you suck them —Simón said close to my ear.

I nodded. There was no room left in me to play shy. Nor did I want to.

Bruno unbuttoned himself first. He pulled out his thick, heavy, already very hard cock. Then Darío did the same, and then Simón. Having all three of them in front of me made me a little dizzy from sheer horniness. They were different, but all three were stiff and tense, watching me as if I were the prize and also the one who had come to serve them.

I slid off the table and dropped to my knees without being asked. Darío gave a short laugh.

—Good girl.

I shot him a quick look, aroused by his tone, and opened my mouth over Bruno’s cock first. I took it slowly, letting its weight settle on my tongue, letting it fill my mouth. He let out a gasp and grabbed my hair—not to force me yet, but to follow the rhythm. Beside me, I began jerking Darío off with one hand and Simón with the other, moving up and down in time while I sucked.

—Look at her work —Simón murmured.

I pulled Bruno’s cock from my mouth with a strand of saliva and turned toward Darío’s. This time I went deeper, faster. I wanted to hear them lose control. I wanted to see them stop acting like the masters of the situation and start trembling. Darío pushed me all the way down, and I felt him hit my throat. I coughed briefly, my eyes watering, and that made him even harder.

—That’s it, fuck, that’s it.

Bruno lifted my chin to put the tip of his cock in my mouth while I continued jerking Simón off. For several minutes they used me between the three of them, taking turns, thrusting, letting me breathe just enough to open my mouth again. I was completely aroused, my pussy throbbing, dripping between my legs while my mouth filled with saliva and moans.

Simón slipped a hand between my thighs from behind. He found my open, slippery pussy and began rubbing my clitoris while I kept sucking. My back arched immediately. I moaned around Darío’s cock, and he laughed when he felt the vibration.

—She’s cumming just from sucking us off —Bruno said.

He wasn’t wrong. Simón rubbed me with two firm, quick fingers, and my orgasm hit me all at once, burning from my belly to my throat. I came on my knees, my mouth full of cock and one hand clutching Darío’s thigh to keep from falling. All three of them let out low, hoarse curses, aroused by watching me tremble like that.

When I could breathe better, they lifted me back onto the table. Bruno spread my legs and crouched between them without asking permission. His tongue found me at once—direct, wet, deep. He licked from bottom to top, and I jolted so hard that I collided with Simón’s chest behind me.

—Stay still —Simón told me, holding me by the shoulders while Bruno ate my pussy with delicious obscenity.

Darío planted himself in front of me and offered me his cock. This time there were no preliminaries. He put it in my mouth while Bruno kept licking me and sucking my clitoris. It was too much. My body didn’t know which sensation to answer first. One man’s tongue was buried between my swollen lips, another’s cock slid inside my mouth, and the third was groping my tits from behind.

I drooled helplessly. I moaned. I came a second time, my face burning and my pussy contracting around Bruno’s mouth. He held me open with his hands and didn’t stop licking until he shook my whole body.

—Now —Darío said, pulling away—. I want to fuck her.

***

They turned me around on the table and left me bent over, my chest against the cold metal and my ass raised. Bruno spread my cheeks and whistled when he saw me dripping. I heard the wet sound of someone spitting into his hand, then felt them position the tip at my entrance.

—Relax —Darío murmured—. It’s all going in.

He drove into me in one hard, deep thrust, without holding back. I screamed—not from pain, but from the brutal impact of feeling him so deep all at once. I gripped the edges of the table while he began pounding me with a hard, dry rhythm, like a man who had no intention of apologizing. Each blow pushed me a few inches forward across the metal.

Bruno positioned himself in front of me and offered me his cock again. I sucked it while Darío fucked me from behind. Simón squeezed my tits and lightly slapped my face so I would look at him.

—Look at me when they fuck you —he told me.

I obeyed. My mouth was occupied, and even so I looked at him. Seeing his expression, the unfiltered desire on an adult man’s face, turned me on even more. Darío grabbed my hair and pulled me backward to fuck me deeper. I felt his balls strike my pussy again and again.

—You’re so tight —he growled—. Fuck, the way you squeeze my cock.

I could only moan around Bruno’s. The three of them were using me, and I loved it. There was no tenderness, no pretty words, only hands, saliva, short commands, and the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin.

After a while, Darío pulled out and Simón took his place. He had a somewhat longer cock, and at first he eased it into me slowly, enjoying the way my body opened to receive him. When he was fully inside, he stayed still for a second, breathing over my back.

—That’s it —he said, and began fucking me with a steadier, longer rhythm, dragging the tip inside until my vision blurred.

Bruno lifted my chin.

—I want to cum in your mouth.

I sucked him with more hunger, faster. Simón kept fucking me from behind, Darío would push two fingers into my mouth now and then to see how I coated them with spit, and I let them do whatever they wanted, completely surrendered to the filthy game. Bruno didn’t last long. He tensed, grabbed my hair hard, and came in my mouth with hoarse, thick moans, unloading in several pulses. I swallowed some, and the rest ran from the corner of my lips.

—Look at you —Darío said, wiping his thumb across my mouth to collect it and push it back in—. What a delicious slut.

That phrase made me squeeze Simón inside. He cursed and slapped my buttocks with an open palm. Then he sped up. His pelvis began striking my ass harder, and I knew he was close from the way he gripped my waist.

—Don’t move.

I obeyed. He came inside me, buried to the hilt, trembling as he let out a breath through his teeth. I felt the contractions of his cock, and they dragged me into another orgasm. I came with him still inside me, squeezing him, moaning against the table with no strength left in my legs.

Darío pulled me upright and sat me on the edge. His cock was still hard. He grabbed my thighs and drew me toward him until my pussy was exactly at his height. He didn’t wait any longer. He impaled me from the front, lifting me slightly to take me all the way in and then dropping me back down hard onto him.

The new position tore a cry from me. I could see him going in and out, could feel him opening me and filling me again and again. Bruno, already spent, stayed beside me kissing my neck and sucking one of my tits while Simón squeezed my clitoris with two fingers still wet with me.

Darío fucked me like that for several minutes, lifting me and letting me fall onto his cock as if my body weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around him and clung to his shoulders, completely wrecked, repeating obscenities I hadn’t even known I was going to say. He smiled every time he heard me.

—Say it again.

—Fuck me harder.

And he did. He pounded me with controlled violence, firm and precise. The metal table creaked beneath us. My pussy was swollen, sensitive, dripping with a mixture of saliva and cum, and even so I wanted more. When I came again, it was almost painful in its intensity. I closed my eyes, arched my back, and shook all over.

Darío didn’t take long after that. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him while he came, panting, buried to the hilt. His orgasm tightened his whole body, and I felt the thick heat filling me inside.

We stayed still for a few seconds, breathing hard, with the muted noise of the garage around us. A car passed outside, someone shouted in the street, but inside that storeroom only the four of us existed, along with the concentrated smell of freshly made sex.

***

I thought that would be the end of it, that I would clean myself up, straighten my clothes, and leave with a flushed face and a lie prepared for home. But it wasn’t. After that afternoon, I started going back. At first with the excuse of the car, then with any ridiculous pretext, and finally without bothering to pretend very much.

They knew when I could come by, and I knew what time they closed. Sometimes they waited for me with an open beer on the bench in back. Other times, as soon as I walked in, Darío lowered the garage door and Bruno smiled as if the best order of the day had just arrived. Simón was almost always the first to touch me, less talkative than the others but just as hungry.

On one of those visits, they took me straight to the bathroom in back to play before getting started. I went in, left the door ajar, and pulled down my underwear in front of them. I didn’t say anything. I sat on the toilet and urinated slowly while they watched me. The thrill of feeling their eyes fixed on me was immediate. When I finished, all three already had their cocks out, masturbating without shame.

—Come here —Bruno ordered.

I stood up, wiped myself without hurrying, and went over to them. I knelt on the floor and sucked them again one by one, enjoying the obscene ease with which we had come to understand each other. There was no more testing the waters. They knew how I liked to suck, where I liked to be touched, how Darío had to hold me by the neck to turn me on more, how Simón could finger me until I was dripping in seconds.

Afterward they took me to an old cot they kept in the break room. They put me on all fours on the rough blanket, spread my legs, and used me again in turns. One fucked my pussy while another gave me his cock to suck and the third rubbed my ass, opened me wider, pushed wet fingers into me, and whispered filthy things in my ear. I answered everything with moans and my body, thrusting backward every time I wanted more.

What I liked most was the way they treated me once I was already lost. Not with contempt, but with that mixture of command and desire that made me feel chosen and used at the same time. Their weekend slut. The one who arrived of her own free will, undressed herself, and left with trembling legs and an idiotic smile.

Eventually I stopped counting how many times I came in there. On the table, against the wall, on the cot, bent over the seat of a car, with my skirt pushed up and my panties around one ankle. They always found a different way to fuck me, and I always came back for another. What began as curiosity ended up becoming my favorite fantasy turned into a habit.

I’m not going to pretend I regret it. Every time I pass a garage and smell hot grease, I remember those afternoons—their rough hands on my thighs, the curtain coming down, their cocks coming out one after another, my mouth full and my pussy dripping even before they touched me. And my legs still grow wet just thinking about it.

The most exciting part was discovering that they really waited for me too. Not as a joke or an anecdote, but with genuine desire. When I appeared in the doorway, you could see it on their faces. And I walked in knowing exactly why I was there: to let three mature men take off my clothes, spread my legs, and fuck me until they drained me dry.

That was the fantasy. And also the truth of every one of those visits: at first I went there for a car, but I kept coming back for cock.