1. Pop Racer's assistant


    Date: 6/30/2016, Categories: Fiction, Asian, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Fan fiction, Interracial, Job/Place-of-work, Male/Female, Mature, Older Male / Female, Oral Sex, Young, Author: prettynun2010, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

    **co-writing with my friend from Imagefap, Reddwarf** It is late in the evening in the dark garage, the white Mach 5 raised up on a lift as Pop stands underneath it, reaching up overhead into the complicated machinery adjusting the pneumatic jack. His Thai assistant Noon is very pretty in her red jumpsuit, the same color as Pops' shirt, her soft brown hair tied up in a ponytail with a matching red sash. She studies the same mechanism with serious eyes and before Pop can ask for it, she has the tool he needs in his hand. Smiling down at her briefly, his smile moving his big bristly mustache up, he takes the tool and returns to his work. Seeing that he is nearly finished with his modifications to the amazing racing car, Noon relaxes a little as she sees the end of their hard work day, preparing the Mach 5 for Speed's race tomorrow. Looking at Pop's large, fleshy face as he is intent on his work, the Thai girl felt a warm love for her clever Mechanic. Resting a tiny hand on his shoulder, feeling the muscles moving underneath his firm flesh, she smiled slightly as her hand wandered down his shirt, tracing over his chest down to his bulging stomach. Her gaze drops to the rolling mass of fat underneath her hand, fascinated by the heat and fullness in her hand. Her eyes look up again at his lightly perspiring face, the great mop of black hair wet with his efforts as she sees his gaze flicker down for just a second, her touch slightly distracting him. Watching as he tightens the ...
    last bolt, Noon knows that he is through and is merely looking over their handiwork. Both hands are now on his stomach as she gently sinks to her knees, her arms describing long, sensual tracks down his abdomen and across his hips, her hands now massaging the fronts of his thighs. Noon's face is right in front of his zipper and as she studies the fabric, she sees a noticeable bulge growing inside. Tilting her head to one side, she purses her lips in mock curiosity as if wondering what little animal is hiding in his pants, anxious to play with her. The smell of grease and diesel fills the air as she hears the ratchet of his wrench make one more adjustment; Nun reaches forward with just a thumb and forefinger, taking the metal clasp of his zip in her delicate fingers and pulls out slightly, then slowly, teasingly pulls the zip downward. Looking up past his enormous belly, she see the upturned eyebrows of her big man looking down at her, a mixture of surprise and hope on his face. The zip down, his long, thick meat plops out, bobbing up and down in the warm garage air as it is freed from its pants prison. Noon's lips form an "O" of comically exaggerated surprise, her eyes very wide as she coos, "Oh Pops! For me?" to her anxious-looking lover. Her beautiful Asian face turns from one of humor to a wide, sexy smile as her eyes crinkle up, an almost predatory look of sexual lust now on her pretty face. Looking back down at the 7 cm around, 20 cm long now-hard dick that was pointing ...
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