Milkman's Package Ch. 05

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Special Guests/Characters: GlamourTess, BelleDeJour, Dirtman31, our beloved Milkman87 and of course Me.

On we go!

I undressed her with my eyes. I didn't even realize I was doing it because of my current state, but of course she saw it.

That deep green satin robe lightly tied around her waist, the matching gold jewelry & 3" Deep green oxford heels really painted a glamorous picture of class. Even though I dressed very nice, she was above my pay grade.

Tapping my hands, she said "A little moist there?"

I smirked as she led me in... "I had an unexpected trip down the hallway."

She smiled... "Mmhmm, I see."

I mumbled looking up with a finger on my lip... "Perhaps unplanned detour would be a better wording. I didn't even get his name."

"Aw, well that's a shame then." She added.

"So what do you want to talk about Tess? Is this about your lofty idea from a while back?" I said, spinning around once I was in only to find Tess's robe on the floor behind her and she's very close to me.

"First... May I fuck you?" She asked in a lower soft tone with a leg in my crotch.

My eyes went slightly wide with a crack of a silly smile as I stared at her.

The smoking shimmer in her eyes said it all.

She was serious... and I was already wet.

Once again, my eyes took the trip along this statuesque goddess.

Underneath that robe was one expensive setup too. The classic striped matching deep green crotch less panty, garter belt, black stockings and bra really drew me in.

Down south, her sex was most alluring. A fully erect perfectness that looked better than any I'd seen in a while.

I just smiled as she took step after slow step, lightly nudging me backwards to the hallway wall in a playful way.

Bumping into the wall with a small "thud," she bent down, ran a hand right up my skirt and tugged my panties to the floor.

Lips parted, my mouth slightly opened in awe of how she moved.

She stepped on my panties between my ankles so they'd stay put for what she did next.

Locked, looking through me, she lifted one of my legs in her arm and spread me... pressed to the the wall.

The second she went in me, my sex twitched as her hand went around it.

I almost painted her expensive lingerie right there and this, was going to push me right off the edge and I knew it.

I just put my hands down, touching the wall then looked sideways as she parked herself inside.

A long strand of precum ran down her hand, stretching its way to the floor.

My phone rang. She took it from my purse glancing at it, then gave it to me with an evil stupid smile.

"Answer it dear..." she said, now backing out slowly.

"Uhm.... AH..... Hello?" I managed to say.

"Yes sir."

She went back in, bit by bit, as the call unfolded watching my face.

"no... OH! I... ha... I understand sir." I said while nearly failing to keep my composure. I tried to find my mouth with a hand hoping to cover my own helpless noises.

It didn't work very well of course and Tess was getting a kick out of this. She was almost giggling as she probed me.

When I hung up finally, she ran her sex right along my spot and I spurted... dropping my phone.

Both hands went out, holding the wall.

"NNghh.......... AH!" I yelped.

I threw my arms over her shoulders in lust and let her keep going. I pulled her closer.

She said "Who was that?"

"mmmm.... it was.. Mah.... M... Milkman" I managed to say in my staggered breaths.

"Everything ok Justice?" She throbbed once inside.

"mmmmhmmm!" I simply nodded, dripping and taken.

It didn't stop there either.

She had my tunnel again on the stairs, against another wall from behind, sitting on the counter, then facing me on the couch before she was done.

This girl's control turned me into pudding. She went right through my defenses with ease.

The second time I came was on my back with her pressing my legs wide at my sides, clenching my teeth and fingers laced in hers as she hammered me into the couch.

Just the sound (not to mention the feeling) of those long, ball-slapping thrusts made me cum every time. Her angle of attack was spot on as I screamed out shaking as I released.

I was so loose when it was all over. I just relaxed, letting her milk slip from me in a pool on the couch.

"Aw, you're soo good." She straddled me saying as she ran a finger in circles in the puddle on my tummy.

I could only breathe fast, nod slowly, and show a spent smile as an answer as she licked her own fingers.

Once calmed down, Tess stood and offered her hand which I took. Slightly wobbly, I stood in her arms for a moment.

After we'd cleaned up a bit, we talked in the bathroom in front of the mirror putting ourselves back together.

I liked her idea and was all in to help. I didn't want to be running the place though.

I wanted to do what I did best. I was a performer at heart. The MC of Shows, bartender and designer of the outfits for us and performers was my place. I had a knack for that stuff.

She remembered my past and agreed with me, often referring to some nights she saw me in action and the outfits I wore. I barely remembered some instances of what she talked about but of course I still had every outfit and more.

We hugged again sealing the deal for now, and she led me out holding my panties in her hand as a trophy.

I'd called a service for a ride home earlier, so once on their way I waited for them to show up and left.

In the back of the large car, I sorted thoughts on returning to the light while watching the Vegas lights disappear. I really wasn't paying much attention to anything else.

The drive was about an hour so I read things on the internet to curtail the boredom and kept to myself.

The driver didn't say much, there was local news on his radio mixed with random pop songs. Although I saw him looking back at me in the mirror numerous times, I didn't think much of it. We were in Vegas, so... It's VEGAS! Anything goes in Vegas right?

I really should have been more attentive really but, I was mentally soaked after getting fucked twice in just a few hours... and they were really good.

We were almost there when he pulled off at a small dimly lit service station in the tiny town just below Milkman's. He said he needed gas and to go to the bathroom.

I waited in the back of the car checking this & that when he reappeared.

To my surprise, this MOTHER FUCKER opened the back door and got in, locked it then grabbed my neck making moves on me.

My phone flew and I went into defense mode.

"Get the fuck off me!" I said.. pushing him back.

"No!" He Grunted, "You're gunna show me how to play Tranny!" he grunted out again sliding his large size right between my legs almost pinning me.

"Fuck! My panties were with Tess." I thought, as I faced now getting raped.

I couldn't get the door open because he'd locked it. My phone wasn't in reach, I couldn't reach my piece and I couldn't find the unlock button either.

I kicked and held him back with all I had, when, in the dim light of the service station I saw a shadow coming at us.

I ducked sideways and away from it, hitting the seat ready to kick hard if it was more bad news.

Both the passenger windows shattered as I covered my head ready to fight.

Looking up, I see a stranger grabbing the man by his neck through the front window, then pulling him back yelling... "Miss, get out. I'll handle this."

With that, I rolled out of the other side of the car after finding the lock. Staggering to my feet, I stood back while this stranger, and what a stranger he was, had the driver wrapped up in a fucking tow chain around his neck, and bound to the back of the front passenger seat.

Even though shaken, I was impressed as I stood watching this while attempting to calm down.

"Sooooooo glad I wear glasses." I said to myself, flicking bits of glass from my outfit.

The stranger grabbed my things and sat them on the car hood, then walked closer to me.

I backed up instinctively. His hands were in his pockets. He stopped 5 or so feet away saying "Hey, y'all ok?" with a kind smile.

"Yes, thank you...? What... what should I call you" I answered looking up past the 31 on the door at the sign reading the stations title. It read: Dirtman's Automotive.

"Aw shit miss, you can call me Dirtman. Yer things are over there." He stood, thumbs in his overalls and a rainbow bracelet dangling from his wrist.

Noticing the bracelet, I smiled slightly then motioned to the man in chains & said... "Whatcha gonna do with this mess here?"

"Aw... you none worry about him. We got ways to deal with jack-wagons like that." He continued.

"You're a pretty crossdresser by the way." He kept going, almost blushing.

Quizzingly, I looked at him about to ask how he knew, but he answered faster than I got the question out.

"I saw under your skirt when y'all was rollin out the car. Ya got nothing to worry about here Miss. I'm just glad I could help."

"Well then, at least let me thank you." I kindly said.

"Heck miss, you could thank me by wasting that guy and lettin me watch. I tied em up real good."

By now, the man in the car is actually looking at us. His face was white.

I smiled & winked at him, then turned to Dirtman.

"... and I saw your piece strapped to yer leg. I'd be happy to bury the body and make the car disappear though. I'm real good at that stuff." He finished.

"no no... Haha... no no... let him go after I leave. He'll get his one day." I laughed at his humor.

I paused with an eyebrow raised looking at the forest & said... "Are there bears around here?"

He just stood, hands still in his overalls, rocking on his feet and nodded with a smile.

"Hey. Um, Dirtman right?" I said, lightly pecking his cheek and touching his arm. "If you need anything, here's a card. I'd love to repay you one day if I can. I owe ya for that one."

He only smiled, then said "Well hey, for now why don't we get onto gettin you outta here hmm? Phone's on the wall over there iffin your phone don't work."

With that, I followed him into the station shop.

"Beer?" He laughed, tossing one at me.

"Oh god yes." I replied... downing half a bottle in one swig.

"Heh heh..." he just laughed... "thatta girl. I'll bet partyin with you's fun."

We got along pretty good, talking cars & such and I checked out some of his creations in the shop. He was very talented. The almost-hillbilly way this man talked and acted had me genuinely laughing so many times I'd nearly forgotten I was almost raped.

He was one fun happy man. I really enjoyed talking with him. He made me feel safe.

Slipping my non-functional phone in my bag, I called Milkman from the old phone on the wall telling him where I was and what happened. Shortly thereafter he showed up. It was 10 minutes away.

Dirtman knew Milkman, but not by that name. He just called him Mr. M. Dirtman was Milkman's new mechanic as I'd go on to find out.

Milkman showed up and I sat my bag on top of his car as Belle followed him inside wearing 6 inch heels, a trench coat, and not much else I could see.

"Oh OH! Mr M., lemme show you sumthin in the back I got for that there hot rod." Dirtman said, proudly heading back.

"Justy, I'll be a sec." Milkman ran a hand on my waist going by.

With that, Dirtman paused, looked... then pointed at me, then milkman... back & forth a few goofy times saying... "Wait, Justy? That's Justice Mr. M.? Aw hell... you wasn't lying."

Evidently MR. M talks a lot and plays me up a smidge.

With them in the back, I stood inside for a bit, staring that evil man down as he sat restrained and alone.

I could hear Milky & Dirtman really into some kind of talk, so I walked outside and had a smoke by the back of that car.

I said nothing but made sure to give a crazy look, then hit both fists on the trunk once to make him jump. I was very good at that look and could scare people with it.

I flicked the cigarette against the car, then wandered back inside the shop to find the most wonderful scene. I thought they were playing a scary movie or something in the shop.

Nope!

Milkman was having a cigar on the dirty couch in the corner and watching Dirtman fuck the lights out of Belle over the hood of a rusty car.

The car needed shocks badly.

"Oh my god Sir. Really?" I laughed, dropping next to him on the couch to watch.

"He fixes my cars, I give him a little something... and Belle's coming along nicely don't you think?" Milky said.

I drank another beer and watched nodding.

When Dirtman came... he pulled out and she sprayed cum all over. Her ass dripping, her sex dripped.. and she just lay there spread with that micro mini up around her waist whimpering for more.

"Go fuck her sir. I want to watch." I poked Milkman with my beer bottle in his seat as I smiled wide. "Do her good."

I lit up a joint and took a hit. A happy Dirtman sat down next to me, arms on the back of the couch relaxing. His very shiny, wet, cock... not even soft yet is still just waving around.

"Hm... " I smiled and placed the joint in his lips and turned towards him. I grabbed that cock & said "May I?"

He just nodded.

With that, I put a hand on his chest and proceeded to thank him properly by cleaning him up. He didn't cum, but was rather happy with it.

Meanwhile, Milkman has gone to town on Belle... finishing her off sprawled across that rusty car yelping out then falling on the floor showing her pink, gaping milky hole.

"You gonna clean that up?" I pointed at cum oozing down the hood of the car. "No, check that... I'm sure that'll be nice patina. Leave it!"

Honestly I'm unsure if cum actually rusts but, I'm sure she'll be a hit at a car show.

When Milkman & Dirtman were done, I pecked Dirtman on the cheek saying "Thank you again for helping me" as we walked out. I held Belle's hand.

"Aw no, thank you Miss. Besides, I just do what's right... that's all. You all take care now. I'll call on ya Mr. M when them other parts are in." He finished, his hands in his pockets rocking back & forth a little... then heading for his shop.

As I passed the drivers Car, I flipped him off then motioned across my neck with my fingers.

After a good sleep, the next morning milkman & I were kicking back and watching local news eating breakfast when an officer showed up questioning me about when I was dropped off by a ride driver. Milkman backed it all up and the officer left.

One day later, we were eating breakfast again when a story told of a ride driver found dead and partially eaten by local wildlife after crashing his car into a tree. Additionally, being a driver their system showed their last rider was me but was dropped off so the rider wasn't any kind of suspect. It was just an unfortunate accident.

The horror.

I smiled, snapping pieces of bacon off in my teeth as Milkman raised an eyebrow above his coffee cup looking at me.

"Don't look at me like that Sir." I laughingly snapped out smiling and throwing a towel at him. "Whatcha think of Tess's idea?" I continued.

"Well, if you want to perform then you should right?" He questioned. "You're built for that old friend and everyone knows it. So if it's My backing, hers and yours... I run the building aspect of it, she runs the business and you run the floor, it would work." He finished.

"I told her I would and I'm excited. Is Belle going to be part of this?" I chewed on, looking for a response.

Milkman just nodded real slow, cracking a smile to assure me.

"Wait!" I spit out my orange juice... "Dirtman... oh... OH! That's why he's called that? Now I get it! WOW!"

Milky just looked at me, laughing then said "For a smart girl, you're pretty dumb sometimes ya know? Why do I keep you around?"

Casually, I itched my face with my middle finger saying "Fuck... you... sir. Why don't you make yourself useful, maybe call that old police chief and see if he wants a job. We are going to need a bouncer."

He finished his coffee silently then rammed me against the kitchen counter for a hot minute finally blowing a load.

Now dripping, I slipped my fingers along my very used back door then hopped on the counter licking my hand saying: "Think that old police chief would be our bouncer? That's what I meant about being useful ya Dumbass. You're supposed to do that part FIRST!"

He stood leaning on the opposite counter looking at me knowing I wasn't done.

I shook my head licking my fingers clean with a grin saying "And, to answer your question: Because I'm a killer fuck SIR. That's why you keep me around."

I flipped him off again smiling.