Milly pulled her beat-up sedan into the garage lot, the engine sputtering like it had for weeks. All her female friends raved about this place, calling it the best garage in town. At 32, with her fiery red hair tied back in a messy ponytail and her curvy body squeezed into a tight tank top that strained against her massive DD breasts, she figured it was because they were cheap and reliable—nothing more. She was already annoyed. The service light had been blinking forever, and now her bladder screamed for relief after the long drive. She killed the engine and stepped out, her hips swaying in those cutoff shorts that hugged her thick thighs. The garage smelled of oil and rubber, tools clanging in the background as mechanics shouted over the roar of lifts.

She spotted the front desk empty and scanned for someone. A rugged guy in grease-stained overalls emerged from the bay, wiping his hands on a rag. His eyes locked on her immediately, tracing the swell of her tits pressing against the thin fabric, nipples faintly visible through the sweat-dampened material. “I heard you drive in. It’s gonna take a while to fix whatever the problem is, by the sounds of it. Do you need me to call you a taxi?” he asked, voice low and gravelly, taking her keys without breaking his stare.

Milly shifted, feeling a forbidden thrill at his gaze. “Thanks, but I really gotta piss first,’ she said, crossing her legs subtly.

The mechanic smirked, nodding toward a door at the back. “Ladies’ room’s that way. Don’t wander.”

He watched her ass as she hurried off, the way her shorts rode up, exposing the curve of her cheeks. Milly felt his eyes burning into her, her pussy twitching with a familiar rush. She loved being watched, even if it was just a stranger’s leer in a dirty garage.

Pushing open the bathroom door, Milly locked it behind her with a click that echoed in the tiny space. The room was grimy with faded tiles, a flickering fluorescent light buzzing overhead, and the faint stink of bleach mixed with something muskier. She yanked down her shorts and panties in one motion, plopping onto the cold toilet seat.

Relief flooded her as she peed, but mid-stream, her eyes caught something off: a rough-cut hole in the thin wall to her right, about waist-high, jagged edges hidden by peeling paint. Curiosity prickled her skin. ‘What the hell is that?’ she wondered.

She leaned closer, heart picking up pace, a dirty excitement bubbling in her gut. She’d heard stories about glory holes, anonymous cocks thrusting through walls for quick, filthy blowjobs. Her mouth watered at the thought. Now she wondered if this was why her friends raved about the place. Not the prices, but the filthy surprises.

Before she could pull back, a thick, veined cock shoved through the hole, hard and throbbing, the head already glistening with pre-cum. It bobbed aggressively, inches from her face, the musky scent of sweat and arousal hitting her nostrils. Milly’s breath hitched, her pee stream faltering as shock mixed with a surge of heat between her legs. Her huge tits heaved with each quick inhale, nipples hardening into stiff peaks against her top.

“Suck it,” a low voice muttered from the other side, rough and commanding, like gravel under boots.

No face, no name, just that fat dick demanding her mouth. Milly hesitated, thighs clenching as her pussy clenched emptily. This was insane, right here in a public bathroom at a garage, where anyone could hear. But fuck, the anonymity thrilled her, the risk of getting caught making her clit throb. She craved this, being used like a slut through a wall, no strings, just raw cock.

Her hand trembled as she reached out, wrapping her fingers around the base. It was hot, pulsing, thicker than her wrist, veins bulging under her grip. The mechanic on the other side groaned low, pushing forward, smearing pre-cum on her palm. Milly’s hesitation snapped. She leaned in, lips parting wide, and engulfed the head in her wet mouth. The salty tang exploded on her tongue as she sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, her red hair falling forward to brush the shaft.

“Fuck yeah,” the voice growled, hips bucking to feed more cock into her throat.

Milly gagged slightly, eyes watering, but she didn’t stop, pushing deeper, her lips stretching around the girth. Saliva dripped down her chin, soaking her tank top, making the fabric cling transparently to her DD breasts. She bobbed her head urgently, tongue swirling the underside, tasting every ridge and pulse. Her free hand slipped between her legs, fingers finding her slick pussy lips, rubbing her swollen clit as she slurped on the anonymous dick.

The cock twitched in her mouth, the mechanic’s grunts filtering through the wall, raw and animalistic. Milly moaned around the shaft, vibrations humming through it, her exhibitionist side loving the public filth of it all, sucking off a stranger while mechanics worked feet away. She pulled back to lick the length, from balls to tip, her tongue tracing the slit before diving down again, taking him balls-deep until her nose pressed against the wall. Gagging sounds filled the room, wet and obscene, her throat bulging with each thrust.

Her fingers plunged into her dripping cunt now, fucking herself in rhythm with her sucks, juices coating her hand. The thrill of the surprise encounter had her on edge, body trembling as she worshipped the thick cock.

“Deeper, bitch,” the voice ordered, and she obeyed, choking herself on it, spit bubbling at the corners of her mouth.

Her massive tits bounced with the motion, nipples aching for touch, but she was lost in the urgent blowjob, the anonymous domination fueling her slutty hunger.

The cock swelled, veins throbbing against her tongue, pre-cum flooding her mouth. Milly sucked harder, desperate for the load, her pussy clenching around her fingers as her own orgasm built. But just as she felt the first hot spurt tease the back of her throat, the door handle rattled—someone outside? Her heart slammed, but she didn’t stop, mouth locked tight, ready for whatever came next.

The bathroom door creaked open slowly, the rusty hinges groaning like a warning in the stale air. Milly froze, her lips stretched wide around the mechanic’s thick cock, the salty pre-cum coating her tongue mid-swallow. Her heart pounded in her chest, a wild drumbeat echoing in her ears, drowning out the distant clank of tools from the garage bay. The cock throbbed insistently through the glory hole, veins pulsing against the roof of her mouth, refusing to soften despite the interruption.

She could feel eyes on her now, someone stepping inside, the door not fully closing behind them. Panic spiked through her, but it twisted into a filthy rush, her cravings igniting hotter than ever. ‘Who is it? Another mechanic? A customer?’ she wondered. The thought of being caught with her mouth stuffed full of anonymous dick, pussy dripping onto the toilet seat, made her clit ache with desperate need.

Milly’s eyes darted to the door, but she didn’t pull off. Instead, she sank deeper onto the shaft, her slick lips sliding down the girth until her throat convulsed around the head. She swallowed hard, gagging wetly, saliva bubbling out to drip down her chin and splatter onto her heaving DD breasts. The tank top clung transparently now, her stiff nipples poking through like beacons. Her heart hammered faster, every nerve screaming with the risk, but she craved it, the exposure, the humiliation of being seen as the slut she was, sucking cock in a public shitter. The intruder’s footsteps shuffled closer, heavy boots on the grimy tile, and Milly’s pussy clenched emptily, juices trickling down her thick thighs.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she whispered around the cock, her breath hot and ragged against the veined skin, pulling back just enough to let the words escape before diving down again. “I’m gonna suck this fat dick dry while they watch ... Make you cum down my throat like the whore I am.”

Her voice was a husky murmur, laced with urgent filth, the words vibrating through the shaft. She wanted to be caught mid-pleasure, exposed in this grimy hideout, her curvy body on display as she choked on stranger meat. The anonymity fueled her, but the door ajar turned it into raw exhibitionism. Anyone could see her messy ponytail bobbing, her fingers already itching back toward her soaked cunt.

The mechanic groaned louder from the other side, the sound rough and guttural, like he was feeding off her reckless hunger. “That’s it, bitch ... Take it deeper,” he demanded, his voice gravelly through the wall, hips slamming forward to thrust the cock harder into her face.

The hole stretched around the base as he fucked her mouth roughly, the head battering her tonsils with each urgent push. Milly’s throat burned, tears streaking her cheeks, but she opened wider, slurping greedily, her tongue lashing the underside to coax out more pre-cum. The intruder’s presence loomed, breathing heavy now, maybe just feet away, and it only made her suck rougher, lips smacking obscenely, spit flying as she hollowed her cheeks for tighter suction.

Her free hand dove between her legs, fingers digging into her slick pussy folds without mercy. She rubbed her clit fast and hard, circles blurring into frantic strokes, her juices soaking her palm and thighs in a sticky mess. The pressure built quick, her walls fluttering around nothing as she finger-fucked herself deeper, two digits plunging in to match the rhythm of the cock ravaging her mouth.

“God, yes ... Watch me get off on this dick,” she moaned during a brief pull-back, her whisper aimed at the unseen watcher, breath scorching the throbbing shaft before she engulfed it again.

Her massive tits jiggled with the force, sweat beading on her skin, the air thick with the scent of her arousal mingling with the mechanic’s musky sweat.

The cock swelled thicker in her throat, the mechanic’s groans turning to animal grunts as he pounded the hole relentlessly. “Suck it harder, slut ... Milk my load,” he barked, voice commanding, dominant, pushing her limits.

Milly obeyed, her head slamming forward until her nose mashed against the wall, gagging sounds echoing wetly in the small space. Her fingers curled inside her pussy, hitting that spot that made her vision blur, clit throbbing under her thumb’s assault. The door hung half-open, cool air from the garage slipping in, carrying the faint murmur of voices outside—more risk, more thrill.

She was soaking herself with desire, body trembling on the edge, but the intruder’s shadow shifted closer, boots scraping, heightening the suspense. Who was watching her degrade herself like this? The question burned in her mind, pushing her closer to shattering, mouth and cunt working in desperate sync.

The mechanic’s cock surged in Milly’s mouth, veins bulging like ropes under her tongue, as his hips bucked violently against the wall. The glory hole strained around his base, the thin partition shaking with each brutal thrust. Milly gagged hard, her throat convulsing around the invading shaft, but she held on, lips sealed tight, sucking with filthy urgency. Spit poured from her mouth, mixing with the pre-cum leaking steadily, dripping in thick strings onto her bouncing DD tits.

The intruder’s boots scraped closer, the shadow stretching across the grimy floor, and Milly’s pulse raced wilder, her exhibitionist fire roaring at the thought of eyes locked on her sloppy blowjob. ‘Fuck, yes ... Watch me choke on this stranger’s dick,’ she thought, the risk flooding her veins like liquid heat.

A guttural roar ripped from the mechanic’s side of the wall, his voice gravelly and commanding. “Fuck, take it all, you dirty slut!”

He slammed forward one last time, burying his cock balls-deep in her face, the head lodging deep in her throat. Hot, thick cum erupted in violent spurts, blasting straight down her gullet. Milly’s eyes watered, tears streaming as she swallowed reflexively, gulping the salty ropes without a second’s pause.

The load was massive, flooding her mouth with its creamy heat, overflowing slightly to dribble from the corners of her stretched lips. She milked him with her throat muscles, humming low to squeeze out every drop of jizz, her tongue pressing flat against the pulsing underside. The taste coated her senses, musky, bitter, pure anonymous filth, and it only made her pussy clench harder, juices squirting onto her fingers.

Her hand between her legs didn’t stop. If anything, the cum flooding her mouth spurred her on. Fingers slammed deep into her soaked pussy, three now, stretching her walls with rough, desperate pumps. Her clit throbbed wildly under her thumb’s frantic rubbing, swollen and slick, sending jolts of raw pleasure ripping through her core. Milly’s thick thighs quivered, spread wide on the toilet seat, her curvy body arching as she finger-fucked herself in time with the cock’s final twitches.

The bathroom reeked of sex. Milly’s arousal was sharp and tangy, mixed with the mechanic’s spent jizz and the underlying grime of the place. She was a mess, ponytail disheveled, tank top plastered to her massive breasts, nipples diamond-hard and begging for attention. But the real thrill was the exposure, the door’s creak echoing louder as it swung wider, letting in more of the garage’s oily air.

The shadow loomed closer, boots thudding deliberately now, just inches from her exposed form. Milly’s heart slammed against her ribs, a mix of terror and electric lust twisting in her gut. ‘Who the fuck is it? Another grease monkey ready to join in? Some random customer stumbling on me mid-swallow?’ she wondered.

The cock was still softening in her mouth, blurred into this new surprise, her craving for public degradation spiking. She pulled off the shaft with a wet pop, cum-smeared lips parting as she gasped, eyes wide and locked on the doorway. A string of jizz connected her chin to the glistening tip, and she licked it away greedily, her voice a breathless rasp.

“Don’t just watch ... Come, use me,” she whispered to the shadow, the words dripping with slutty invitation, her fingers still plunging into her dripping cunt.

The mechanic chuckled low through the wall, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Good girl ... You swallowed it like a pro. But you’re not done yet.”

He didn’t pull back fully, the spent cock hanging heavy through the hole, as if daring her to clean it up. Milly’s body trembled on the brink, her pussy walls fluttering around her invading fingers, clit pulsing with each hard circle. The door gaped open now, the shadow solidifying into a silhouette—broad shoulders, maybe another pair of overalls—but still faceless in the dim light.

Her breath hitched, soaked and exposed, every inch of her curvy frame on display. Thighs splayed, pussy gaping and wet, and tits heaving with each pant. The risk of being caught, of more hands grabbing her, fueled her desperate need for rougher domination. She wanted it, needed cocks and eyes and commands to push her over the edge, right here in this filthy stall. Her free hand reached up, tweaking a nipple through the wet fabric, moaning softly as the shadow stepped fully into view, the air thick with unspoken promise.