I Paid Them with My Ass: Fisted, Tag Teamed and Spit Roasted

By Tosh Turner

The guy is between a rock and a hard place; he desperately needs his car back but can't afford to pay the hiked up repair bill. He's thinking and scheming how to get out of payment, suddenly remembering how his mate Brian weaselled out of paying for something one time and decides to try the same trick with the two, oil covered, grease stained rough-assed mechanics.

He offers them a deal; part cash and part flesh, in return for his car keys, and they accept. Brutal and bareback pig sex with hard assed grease monkeys, bullying and beasting their cum slut in a 2-on-1 sleaze session, tag teaming their way to a shattering climax.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Tosh Turner
• Release date: Jun 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393902539

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I Paid Them with My Ass

He was sitting there in the side office waiting for someone, anyone, just to come out and tell him that his car was fixed up and ready. He had been waiting over four days for what was supposed to be a ‘real quickie’ repair job and was delighted when he’d had the phone call to come and collect that morning; he needs that car, it’s his job, a travelling salesman. Without the car, no job, and no money.

Being a hardworking sales rep for one of the largest kid’s toys distributors in the area, he depended on his car to get him around to all his regulars, and having to hire a car, and pay for it out his own pocket was enough to bring him to tears.

Colin was no mechanic, no way, toys were his passion, not sticking his head in a load of oily grease and getting filthy. He didn’t understand what the problem was with the car, only that they had told him it was a quick fix, a 24 hour job, and nothing to stress about. That was four days ago now. But he’d heard good things about these guys, that were honest and no rip off artists like most places he’d tried in the past; his friends had used them so that was good enough for him. He was anxious though, checking the time so he could get out on the road and do some work. He looked through the glass window of the waiting area and saw two of them making the final touches to his car, then dropped the hood and the biggest of the three grease monkeys came toward the office with a clipboard, stopped, turned around and called out to his work mate

Hey Mo, get me the keys for this death trap you just finished. The customer is here to collect... He laughed as he looked at Colin and shook his head.

Big joke, Colin thought, just cut out the shit and give me my car. He didn’t like the sound of that; this wasn’t the time to make stupid jokes. Yeah, he knew it was a joke but the guy ought to have more sense than to say something as half witted as that. He knew it wasn’t the best car on the road but didn't think of it as a death trap, or a piece of shit. He’d had it from brand new and was attached to it like an old friend, faults or no faults.

A piece of crap? The words hit hard.

The big, oiled up brute of a mechanic pushed through the door of the waiting area and went to the back of the counter and started punching some figures into the computer, slowly ticking off the check list as he calculated the final cost.

Ok, Mr. Jordan. It’s ready. I'm just working out the bill now. Give me a few minutes and we can get you paid off and on your way, He said, without looking up to the customer.

When he’d finished he called to the boss, Bob,