"Mechanically Inclined" You find yourself in my garage once..

"Mechanically Inclined" You find yourself in my garage once more, the victim of your poor choice in used cars. I'm bent over the radiator of your Dodge, elbow-deep in the engine block, desperately trying to get a bolt unstuck. My large stomach is compressed against your radiator, folding over it. You see my green t-shirt getting stained with grease as my hands clink around, my broad shoulders towering over your vehicle. You're sitting in a foldable lawn chair that I've set up next to your car, tapping on your phone, waiting to be of assistance. "Stupid thing should be a 5/8," I mutter to myself. "Did you ever have anybody change your radiator before?" "Not that I can recall." "How long have you had the thing?" "Only about two years," you look over toward me and bite your lower lip. I sigh and stand back, pulling my arms out of the engine compartment and rubbing them clean on my jeans. The heat in the garage begins to get to us both, sweat beading down my brow as I catch my breath. "Could have been replaced before you got it," I think aloud. "Get my good socket set out of the toolbox." You nod and stand up, putting your phone down as you walk toward the wall of the garage behind me. You see several large red tool chests. The drawers are all neatly labeled, an attempt at organization in the general disarray of my garage. You look through the labels one by one. You arrive at the bottom drawer of the second chest, labeled "wrench sets". You pull the drawer open, revealing two plastic tool cases, one black and one navy blue. You take out the black one and close the drawer. Turning around, you approach and present the tool case. I look down at it and then into your eyes with a point-blank stare. "My good set, the Wrights. Blue box." I shake my head and turn away from you. You roll your eyes and walk back to the tool chest, bending down to open the drawer and replace the set you took and retrieve the correct one. "Is this right?" You say, briskly returning to my side. I calmly put my hand on the case and look you in the eye. "Yes, that's the right one." You let go of the case and return to your seat. I snap the case open and assemble the socket wrench, choosing the correct bit and attaching it. I reach down into the engine compartment once more, my shirt coming up over my belly as I bend over--revealing my belly and back hair as I stretch my thick arms down and begin to attend to the stuck bolt. You watch my triceps flex as I try to release it once more, cranking at the wrench until it suddenly releases. "Gotcha," I say with a smile. About an hour later you're standing next to me as I slam the hood shut on your car. "Well, she's all good again," I say, wiping my greasy hands on my jeans once more. "I can't thank you enough," you look at me and smile, blushing as you see my frizzy beard. I raise my eyebrows and snort, "I can think of a few ways you can thank me..." Your eyes widen. "Oh yeah, like what?" You lean into me and purse your lips. You hear the clink of my belt buckle being undone, looking into my eyes while I pull my pants down and take a step forward. As my enormous body towers in front of you, you take a step backward. I sneer and kick my left shoe off, followed by my right, stepping out of my pants and leaving them on the garage floor as I push you back against the tool chests. After I take my boxer briefs off and toss them aside, I put my right hand on your throat as my left grabs your crotch. I gently squeeze your neck, applying only slight pressure, while my left hand forcefully grabs at your dick, feeling the outline of your bulge. "Somebody's happy to see me again," I look straight into your eyes, making you stare into my pupils. I trace your growing hardon with my fingers and squeeze it once more. "You like it when I do this?" You feel your tongue shrink into the back of your mouth as you swallow it. "Y-yes. Yes, I do." I grin and move my right hand to the back of your head and push it downwards. Your knees weaken and naturally drop to the cement floor as you're lowered into position. I grind your face down my chest and stomach, letting you feel my soft hairy belly before I bury your face in my groin. "Oh, fuckk..." you moan as your mouth is buried into my hairy fat pad. You're smothered in musky pudge as my thick daddy dick smacks your chin. You feel both of my hands behind your head now, pushing you deep into my scent before pulling you out and angling your head up so we can make eye contact. You see me smiling, my right hand coming forward around your cheek to hook into your mouth and probe it maniacally. My thick bear cock dangles an inch from your lips. "Time to pay up bitch, suck that dick good." You nod and suck on my thumb before opening wide and letting me attach your face to my fat cock. My hard, veiny shaft disappears into your mouth. You feel my soft cockhead reaching into the back of your throat and sliding down, pushing your tonsils aside as I make way for my girth. Gagging hard as I pierce you with my cock, I moan as your throat muscles squeeze and massage my cock. "Mmm, what a good hole. That's it, let me in deep. You owe me for this one..." my hands pull you up and down my shaft. You hold still and let it happen, allowing me to use your head as a preheated Fleshlight. You close your lips around me, letting me thrust through a tight pair of wet dicksuckers. You hold your tongue steady, pressing up against the bottom of my shaft to add stimulation, giving me the ideal hole to milk myself with as I press your back into the tool chest. "Mrph! Ughh!" You make dumb noises as I ravage your face, nailing you and occasionally holding you deep down into my groin so you can provide me with maximum coverage. Your eyes blink as they watch my pubic hairs come in and out of your field of vision, occasionally getting lost in a fatty blackness as I cover them up and dig your throat out. Your nose is lit alive in the scent of my testosterone-fueled musk. My scent carries through your body, calming and pacifying you, triggering your natural instincts to submit and be used as a sex toy for a big man. You gag hard on my cock as I penetrate you further, milking out a large amount of precum as a reward. You feel it dribble out of my cock and down your throat, soothing and lubricating you for more pounding. After a few minutes, my hands tire and I push my weight forward and down, sandwiching your head between the red tool chest and my body. As you feel the metal drawers dig into the back of your head you feel your face being crushed by my groin as my bear cock continues to bury itself inside you. You feel the base of my cock swell as my big balls twitch and pump a load into the chamber, ready to fire. You feel the pulses as my cock swells, cum being prepared to be shot down your throat. You moan in bliss as your five senses combine into a cocksucker's ecstasy. You shut your eyes as you feel me increase the weight of my thrusts, my excitement building. "Aw fuck, so good." I blurt out, resting my hands on the tool chest to steady myself as I hump your face faster. "I'm so close, you're gonna get it now!" You nod your head and squeeze your lips, milking me with a tight ring and pulling my load out slowly. I feel it start to drift up my shaft as the waves of pleasure build from my groin and begin to emanate through my entire body. "Here it comes!" I shout and growl loudly as I feel you take me over the edge. I look down as if I'm angry, beet red in the face but smiling and making stupid looks as my cum begins to erupt into your mouth. Your own cock twitches as you feel jets of hot bear seed shoot down your throat. After the second pump, I push down and bury you all the way in my fat, making you take the rest of the pump balls deep. You feel the strength of my orgasm as each rope shoots through my shaft, causing it to pulse and twitch violently inside your mouth as it releases my cum. Gradually my orgasm subsides, after the ninth or tenth shots, I take a step back, releasing you from your cage and taking some well-deserved deep breaths. I rest my back against your car and put my weight on the hood, causing the front end to dip noticeably. You look up, trying to contain yourself as your messy face smiles back at me. I can't help but smile, observing my work. "You're all paid up now," I say, winking.