Goldilocks - Sex Stories

Goldilocks

Marie, a 37-year-old, wondered what lay ahead as she got out of her car at a roadside tow truck/mechanic's shop 20 miles from the town where she lived.

The night before the present July Saturday in the 60's prior to social change, Ben, her white, 40-y/o husband, had told her that 'some thugs were plotting to sexually attack her, safely, of course.'

'Yes, sir. Can I ask their names?' she replied.

'Since when aren't thugs anonymous?' he'd snorted.

'Yes, sir. How am I to dress?'

'In high heels, a short skirt and a blouse, no bra or panties,' Ben instructed her.

'As you wish, sir,' Marie answered, and...

... that evening, her shoes naughtily clacked against the pavement as she crossed the parking lot.

She entered the office which was empty, whereupon she went into the working area. Not until she'd walked around a car with its hood raised did she see the white Conrad, Arman and Gerald, with them being 21, 22 and 23 respectively.

They'd stripped and were petting their dicks. Somehow, though, Marie felt belittled because they didn't immediately pounce on her. Instead, their eyes seemed to gently caress her before Arman pointed at a chair.

She sat down and waited to discover how they'd treat her. Nonetheless, Conrad behaved as though she didn't exist when he looked at the others and remarked, 'The pig has a pretty snout, huh, dudes?'

'Yeah, except I didn't know pigs are blonde,' Gerald replied.

'Really. Let's tag her Little Mrs. Goldilocks? ...

... Should we?' Arman questioned Marie as she smiled, 'That'd be nice, sir.'
 
'There's nothing nice about slutty milfs!' Arman growled, since he and his friends were acquainted with Ben who'd informed them that she had a daughter.

'Right. So, listen, we're going to grill you about your female birth-droppings! How old is the cunt and say that word to answer me!' Conrad ordered.

'Uhhh... yes, sir. The cunt's 19,' the vixen murmured.

'Awesome. She's an adult and I'd like hearing you've trained her. Have you?' Arman asked, followed by the tart responding, 'No, sir.'

'You shameful mom!' Arman replied.

'That's right!' Gerald harshly said, then: - 'Undress, sleaze-bucket!'

'Yes, sir,' - and Marie stood to comply.

'Now, that's a chassis that doesn't need overhauling,' Arman verbally admired her trim body before Conrad said, 'Yeah but her engine could use some spark plugs'...

… 'and pistons,' Gerald added.

But one might say the mechanics 'recharged Marie's batteries', once they'd vacated their chairs, after which Arman swung his 11-incher against her loins and Conrad jammed his 9-inched cock into her bowels.

And they began groping her, as they did until she spoke the truth: - 'You men are handsome!'

'Repeat that, skank?' Arman chuckled.

'You men are so handsome, sir,' she answered, though Gerald surprised her when he snickered, 'Is this handsome?'

Before she realized it, he brought a grease-gun from a bench, thrust its spout into her snatch and pumped ...