Three Minute Car Wash
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Three Minute Car Wash
It was a rather mundane day at Kat’s Gas ‘n Go, a generic little gas station and convenience store that stood on the corner of the intersection bordering the shopping mall, just on the outskirts of town. Business in the area was understandably light, being that only 4 weeks had passed since Christmas, but the dry and moderate weather belied the fact that it was still the middle of winter.
With the absence of the usual rain and snow, the gas station’s automated car wash was seeing some use. Normally, this time of year was cold and wet, affording a perfect opportunity for Gary, the Manager of Kat’s Gas ‘n Go, to shut down the car wash for winter cleaning and maintenance. But with the drier, less chilly weather, the car wash was seeing use, so it made no sense to Gary to shut the automated washing system down while people wanted clean cars. If anything, he was seeing a small profit in a time of year he was usually spending money on upkeep, and there was nothing wrong with that in his book.
Manny, on the other hand, wasn’t quite as happy with the fair weather that kept the automated wash in operation. Manny was the Assistant Manager of Kat’s Gas ‘n Go, although most people made it a point to refer to him by the title that was embroidered on his uniform shirt; an abbreviation of ‘Assistant Manager’ that came out as ‘Ass. Man.’.
Wetter winter weather suited Manny just fine since it meant that he could spend more time behind the counter sitting on his butt and using the slow winter work day as paid study time for his college classes. But with the dry weather, Manny was ironically having to spend the brunt of his work day at the station working.
One of Manny’s many duties at Kat’s Gas ‘n Go was keeping the automated car wash in optimum operating condition. That meant keeping the reservoirs of degreaser, detergent and wax topped off, keeping the waste water screens free of debris, and making sure the scrubbers weren’t so grubby that they made the cars dirtier instead of cleaning them.
“Nothing pisses off a customer faster than coming out of our car wash and finding that all we did for their money was move dirt from one side of the car to the other,” Gary would remind Manny. Often.
So, when the car wash was slated to be in operation, Manny spent a good portion of his work day cleaning a mechanical nightmare that was designed to clean things. Would the irony never end?
Selling overpriced gasoline, cheap beer, watered down coffee and day old donuts was a piece of cake. But, despite the best efforts of Gary and his Ass Man, there was always someone who found a reason to complain about the quality of the automated car wash.
Like today. Although, one would find it hard to complain about the woman complaining about the car wash.
The woman strode confidently through the door of the convenience store. She was a statuesque 5’10” tall blond with Aryan features that made her face seem chiseled of smooth, white marble. Her body, wrapped in a dark dress that followed her curves without clinging to them, looked trim and firm, and her legs seemed long enough to step over the counter without effort. She was a little light on breasts, but the rest of her amazing body made boobs seem like superfluous ornamentation, anyway.
She stopped in the middle of the convenience store lobby and pushed her large sunglasses up and onto the crown of her high forehead, revealing large, pale gray eyes. She placed her hands on her hips and looked around the store.
“I’m looking for the manager,” said the woman in a deep, sultry voice. “I have a complaint about the car wash.”
Never before had Gary been so willing to deal with a complaining customer. He stepped from behind the counter so fast he almost ran over Manny and managed to knock a chewing gum display to the floor along the way.
“Yes, ma’am,” said Gary, trying to keep his voice and his libido under control. “That would be me. How can I help you?”
The woman, hands still on her hips, slowly looked Gary up and down until a slight smile curled her luscious lips.
“Yes,” she said slyly, “you can help me.”
The woman turned and walked out the door, her hips rocking hypnotically as she stepped away. Gary turned back and looked at Manny with a confused expression, shrugged and nearly bolted out the door after the stunning siren.
She was leaning against a luxury SUV, nearly blending in as the color of her dress matched that of her car. Gary almost ran up to the woman, acting more like a horny teenager than a man in his late 40s.
“Wh-what can I do for you, ma’am?” panted Gary, still waiting for some kind of clue as to the woman’s intentions.
“I need my car cleaned,” she purred as she confidently reached out and stroked back a lock of Gary’s light brown hair from his brow.
“We, uh, have a car wash,” he said, his knees wobbly from the woman’s gentle touch.
She then reached down and took hold of Gary’s right arm, squeezing his firm bicep and nearly melting him in her touch.
“Yes,” she hissed like a sultry snake, “but sometimes it doesn’t quite do the job for me.”
“Well, I’ll have Manny get right to that –,” Gary started to say, but the woman put a finger to his Gary’s lips, bringing his words to an immediate stop.
“I was thinking you could go through the wash with me,” she said with a wink, “and maybe see first hand what goes on in there.”
Gary thought he was about to piss his pants.
“Uh, sure,” he croaked. “Yeah… we can do that.”
The woman went around the SUV and climbed behind the wheel. When she popped the locks, Gary scrambled in to the passenger seat. She fired up her car and whipped around to the entrance of the car wash, driving right up to the keypad that accepted the code usually printed on a receipt.
“Since I already paid for the first, unsatisfactory wash,” she said as she placed a hand on his thigh just fractions of an inch from Gary’s tingling prick, “I shouldn’t have to pay again, should I?”
“Uh, no,” Gary said as he nearly jumped out of the seat at her touch. “Use my manager’s code. Pound-one-one-zero-seven, then hit the pound key once more.”
The woman rolled down her window and pressed the keys in pattern with Gary’s code, then rolled the window back up when the “Approved” light came on in response.
“Thank you,” said the woman, reaching over and giving Gary’s crotch a clearly intentional squeeze. Gary thought a bolt of lightning had just struck him.
Her hand still on Gary’s package, the woman slowly guided her vehicle into the automated washing enclosure until a light at the far end told her to stop and put the transmission in park. She released her hold on Gary’s growing bulge just long enough to throw the shift lever into Park.
“How long does the wash last?” she asked in her sultry voice as her fingers began to toy with the button on Gary’s pants.
“Thr-three minutes,” Gary said in a squeaky voice.
“Then you’d better be able to cum in three minutes.”
With that, the woman reached over and now using both of her sleek hands undid Gary’s pants button and worked his zipper down. Once Gary’s brain fully grasped what was happening, he quickly adjusted his body position to give the vamp freedom to reach into his pants and pull out his rapidly growing dick.
Without any further preamble, the woman bent over and engulfed Gary’s straining organ with her mouth. Soapy water showered outside on the SUV while the woman bathed Gary’s dick in her warm saliva.
“Holy fuck,” Gary moaned.
The woman held the base of Gary’s rod with thumbs and forefingers, allowing her to draw the full length of his love muscle into her sucking throat. She rocked her head up and down, taking him deep into her mouth, her hair flowing like the swirling scrubbers that slapped the side and roof of the car.
“Oh… my gawd,” Gary sighed, his mind in a swirl.
Stroke after stroke of the woman’s mouth and tongue on Gary’s steely member was quickly taking its toll. He suddenly and thankfully knew that he had no worries about making the threatened three minute mark as his balls turned to fire and his cock began to lurch in the woman’s sucking throat.
“Oh, Jesus,” Gary moaned. “Oh, fuck!!”
Gary’s prick began to expel his semen in glorious spasms in concert with the car wash’s final rinse. Water sprayed down on the car while Gary’s seed sprayed deeply into the woman’s incredible mouth. She swallowed every bit of jizz Gary could muster without missing drop.
When the water stopped flowing from above, the woman sat upright. As the blow dryers fired up around the SUV, she turned her mirror and calmly checked her lipstick for smears.
“Perfect timing,” she said, smiling at him as she grabbed the transmission lever and threw the car into gear.
Realizing that the woman was about to pull out of the car wash enclosure, Gary quickly fumbled to get his spit-slick dick back into his pants and button everything up as she sped out of the wash and drove right up to the convenience store doors.
“You know,” the woman said, apparently in thought, “I really need to talk to your other worker. Would you please send him out?”
Still unable to speak, much less fathom all that had just happened, Gary nodded and nearly fell out of the door of the SUV. He staggered to the doorway of the store.
“Manny,” called Gary in a raspy voice and pointing a thumb over his shoulder, “you’re being summoned.”
“What for?” asked Manny as he stepped out from behind the counter at his boss’ urging. “You okay?”
“Never better,” Gary said weakly as Manny headed out the door.
When Manny was outside of the store, he saw the woman sitting behind the wheel of her dripping SUV. She rolled down the window and gestured him to enter the passenger side of the car. The tall college student jogged around the vehicle, his wavy black hair bouncing as he headed over to the passenger door and climbed inside. He barely had the door closed when she spun the car back around to the car wash.
“Is there a problem, ma’am?” asked Manny.
“I’m not sure,” she said as she approached the keypad, “but I thought you might want to see this in operation.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Since I already paid for the first wash,” she said, placing a firm hand on Manny’s muscular thigh and just brushing his manhood, “I shouldn’t have to pay again, should I?”
“Oh, uh, no,” Manny said a shiver ran through him.
“You have a manager’s code?”
“Yes, ma’am. It’s pound-one-one-zero-seven-pound,” he said, panting slightly as her grip on his thigh tightened once more, then released as she nodded and leaned out the window and punched in the numbers.
When she rolled the window up again, Manny’s confusion suddenly turned into intoxication as a heady scent hit him. It was a faint, subtle scent that made blood rush to Manny’s crotch. It was the scent of sex.
The woman’s hand returned to Manny’s thigh, then slid onto his growing bulge while she again rolled her SUV into the washing enclosure. When she pulled her hand back to put the transmission in park, Manny caught sight of a pink thong hanging from the lever.
“I understand the wash lasts only three minutes,” she said firmly. “You’ve got three minutes to get those pants down and fuck, Ass Man.”
As if the woman threw a switch, Manny flew into a flurry of movements as he rushed to free himself of his clothing, quickly driving his pants and boxers down to his knees while the woman rolled her skirt up until it was around her hips and exposing a lower body that was the stuff of dreams. Manny’s enormous prick sprung from his boxers and slapped his abdomen when the waistband of his shorts was pushed down.
Once soap suds started their first few drips on her car, the woman crawled over Manny. Facing the window with her back to him, Manny caught sight of the tightest, most sweetly rounded ass he could have ever imagined just as she reached down between her legs and grabbed his youthfully rigid staff and lowered herself onto him. His dick slid balls deep into her steaming snatch with so seemingly little resistance that Manny wondered briefly if she missed her target.
Once the woman was fully impaled on Manny’s man meat, her pussy seemed to clamp around his cock like a fleshy vise. It then struck him that the minimal resistance was simply due to the woman’s intensely flowing vaginal juices.
“Two minutes,” she said.
Being just 19, Manny was usually pressured by his sex partners to slow down, but this woman wanted it fast. It was just as well; the whole bizarre experience just about had him cumming the minute he heard this stunning woman say “fuck”.
The woman braced her hands on the dashboard, anchoring herself as he began to use her finely muscled thighs to ride Manny’s heated staff. Manny tried to rock his pelvis up to meet the woman’s bounce, but it was difficult to establish a rhythm with his hips that wouldn’t smash the woman’s pretty head against the roof of the SUV.
“One minute,” she said, her voice indicating that she was finding pleasure in Manny’s timed task. Finally, Manny grabbed the twin globes of the woman’s finely tuned ass flesh in his large hands and helped to lift her up and down, guiding her ride on his hungry tool. The erotic sight of his cock appearing and disappearing beneath the beautiful bouncing butt he held on to, along with the mind-blowing sensation of this elegant woman actually fucking him for the sheer sake of it, finally took Manny over the edge.
“Fuck, lady!!” he yelled. “I’m cumming.”
“You better!” she shouted back amid the din of the rinsing cycle spraying water hard on the metal skin of the car. “Now or never!!”
“Oh, fuck, oh, fuck,” Manny nearly cried as his cock exploded in the finest pussy he would likely ever know. “Oh, fuck!”
Torrents of cum erupted from within Manny, a rushing flood that he had only imagined. Pools of his hot sperm formed as the liquid was forced out of the woman’s cunt with the next bounce of her ass on his fuckpole. Spasm after incredible spasm coursed through Manny’s young dick as waves of pleasure swept through his body in sweet climax.
The spraying water stopped and the high-pitch whine of the dryers filled the void. The woman lifted herself off of Manny’s half-spent dick and hovered over him. She reached with a hand and put pressure on her lower abdomen in conjunction with a tightening of her lower body, causing a pearlescent stream of Manny’s semen to flow out of her drenched pussy and all over his softening dick.
She reached down and boldly grabbed the tail of Manny’s work shirt and wiped her dripping snatch and then climbed over Manny and back into the driver’s seat, rolling her dress back down over her gorgeous ass along the way.
“You’re going to look awfully funny getting out of my car like that,” said the woman as she threw the transmission lever into Drive and rolled out of the car wash.
Manny scrambled to re-dress himself, sliding his pants up and over his sticky, cum-frosted cock and balls so fast that he never had a chance to pull his boxers up along the way. The woman screeched to a halt next to the convenience store entrance where Gary stood outside smoking a cigarette.
“Thank you, Ass Man,” said the woman to Manny as she popped the door lock.
Wide eyed, panting and spent, Manny nodded and opened the door, literally falling out of the SUV. He stood and closed the door of the car just as it started away and drove out of the station.
Gary looked a little more composed that he had less than five minutes ago, but Manny looked like he had just been run over.
“Wha- what the fuck just happened, Gary?” Manny asked his boss.
“I’m not sure,” Gary said as his eyes watched the SUV fade away, “but I think we just gave our car wash codes away.”
Manny giggled.
“She just fucked us out of a couple car washes?” he asked.
“Are you complaining?” Gary asked in response.
“Fuck, no!” Manny snorted.
“Then straighten yourself up before some customers arrive,” Gary said as he dropped his cigarette butt to the ground. “Welcome to Kat’s Cum ‘n Go.”
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