Riding Dirty

Yang had been saving up for months to get her bike tuned up, but when she saw the "Help Wanted: Car Detailing" sign at the local garage, she figured why not make some quick cash? She was good with her hands, after all.

That's how she ended up in the backseat of some guy's sedan, scrubbing at a stubborn coffee stain with her signature enthusiasm. Her blonde hair was tied back in its usual ponytail, and she'd thrown on an old white t-shirt that had seen better days—tight enough to show off her curves, but practical for getting dirty.

"Hey, thanks for doing this on short notice," the owner said, leaning against the open door. He was cute—dark hair, broad shoulders, and these earnest eyes that kept drifting down to her chest whenever she bent over the center console.

"No problem!" Yang chirped, wiping sweat from her forehead and accidentally smearing a streak of cleaning solution across her cheek. "Your car's actually not that bad. I've seen way worse."

She crawled forward to get the dash, her round ass swaying in the air behind her. The guy cleared his throat.

"So, uh, Yang, right? You go to Beacon?"

"Used to," she said, scrubbing at a spot with extra vigor. Her t-shirt rode up a little, showing a sliver of toned stomach. "Things got complicated. Now I'm just... figuring stuff out, you know?"

She sat back on her heels, turning to face him with her brightest smile. "But hey, I'm great at making people feel better. It's kind of my thing."

The guy's eyes were definitely on her chest now. The damp shirt had gone slightly see-through, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. Yang noticed, but she didn't mind. In fact, she leaned back a little, arching her back.

"You know," she said, her voice dropping to something playful and warm, "I noticed you've been pretty stressed. All that tension in your shoulders... and I bet other places too."

"Oh, uh—"

"Don't worry," she laughed, reaching out to touch his knee. "I'm super friendly. And I hate seeing someone all pent up when I could help."

She crawled toward him, her movements slow and deliberate, hips swaying. "Besides, I've been working hard and I'm feeling pretty... heated. You mind if I take a little break?"

Before he could answer, she was kissing him, deep and eager, her hands already working at his belt. The guy groaned against her lips, his hands finding her waist as she straddled him right there in the driver's seat.

"Fuck, you're—"

"Eager?" Yang giggled, pulling back just enough to strip off her shirt. Her breasts bounced free, full and heavy, already flushed with arousal. "You have no idea. There's something about getting sweaty, working with my hands... gets me going."

She ground against him, feeling his hard cock through his pants. "Mmm, and you're already so hard for me. That's sweet."

"Yang, we shouldn't—"

"Shhh," she pressed a finger to his lips, then replaced it with her tongue, kissing him filthily. "I want to. Look at you—you've been so nice, and you're so tense. Let me take care of you. I promise I'm very thorough."

She freed his cock, her eyes widening with genuine appreciation. "Oh wow. Okay, yeah, we're definitely doing this."

"Condom?" he managed, though his hips were already bucking up against her hand.

Yang bit her lip, looking down at his thick length, already leaking precum. She could feel her pussy clenching at the sight, wet and eager.

"Here's the thing," she said, positioning herself above him, her shorts already kicked off somewhere in the footwell. "I really, really want to feel you bare. All that hot cum... I want it deep inside me. I can't have your car getting dirty again, right?" She giggled at her own joke, but her eyes were dark with need. "I'll accept the responsibility. I want every last drop in my pussy."

"Fuck, Yang—"

She sank down onto him with a long, satisfied moan, her head falling back as he filled her completely. "Oh god, yes," she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "You're so fucking big."

They started moving together, Yang setting a desperate, grinding pace. The car rocked slightly, windows fogging up. She rode him with abandon, her breasts bouncing, her blonde hair coming loose from its tie to cascade around them.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, feeling him hit that perfect spot inside her. "Don't hold back, okay? I want it all. Fill me up!"

The guy's hands gripped her hips, thrusting up into her with increasing urgency. Yang could feel her orgasm building, that familiar heat coiling in her belly.

"Fuck, I'm gonna—" he warned.

"Do it!" Yang cried out, slamming down on him harder. "Cum inside me! I want to feel it!"

He groaned, long and low, and then she felt it—the hot, thick pulse of his release flooding her deepest parts. The sensation pushed her over the edge.

"HAAAH!!! FUUUUCK, I'M CUMMINGGG!!!" she screamed, her body shaking as her pussy clamped down on him, milking him for everything he had.

They stayed like that for a moment, both panting, Yang slumped forward against his chest. She could feel his cum inside her, warm and copious, exactly what she'd wanted.

"Holy shit," she breathed, giggling softly. "That was... wow. You really needed that, huh? I can feel how much you let out. My womb is completely full."

She sat up slowly, wincing slightly at the sensitivity, and looked down to see some of his cum had spilled out onto her thigh. "Ah, you let out so much I ended up spilling some... Oh well, guess I'll just have to lick it up after I'm done cleaning your cock!"

She dropped down between his legs, taking his sensitive cock into her mouth with enthusiasm, cleaning him with long, slow licks. When she came back up, her lips shiny, she grinned at him with that same bright, friendly smile.

"Speaking of, you've got a really nice dick... Let me give you my number! If you ever need more help draining this thing, I'll come right over when you call, free of charge!"

She pressed a kiss to his cheek, already reaching for her phone to exchange numbers, already thinking about round two.