I see Aragorn chasing me in the woods. It is me, only with one of those beautiful filters applied. My hair is smoother. Eyes are wider, brighter. Lips are plumper and the perfect shade of pink. Not a line on my face. You know what those filters do. Oh, and I have pointy elfin ears.
He is almost upon me as I quiver with anticipation. The ruggedly handsome, long-haired, bearded ranger will fuck me when he gets his hands on me. How will he ravage me this time? Throw me on the ground? Pin me against a tree? Bend me over a dwarf?
Wait. Why is there an alarm sounding in Rivendell? Aragorn fades just as his hands reach for me. My eyes flutter open and I realize I was dreaming. My phone alarm is ringing and I can tell I was on the verge of cumming before I woke. Damn! I have an appointment and don’t have time to finish now. Damn you, Aragorn! Why didn’t you run faster?
I throw on my blue sundress, spruce up a little in the bathroom, and head out. My busy day starts with an appointment for my first-ever social distancing oil change and tune-up. I pull up and a man wearing a mask motions me into the garage. The garage door closes behind me, confining me inside with the three men. It is here my mind turns as dirty as their faces.
I don't care I am not the first to experience their nasty touches today. Because in my mind, their beads of sweat are caused by me.
One lifts my hood, probing with dirty hands. Oh my goodness, that's the spot, I think as my fingers slip under my dress. The second sees I am leaking and his filthy fingers bring my fluids up to his nose for a sniff. You can taste me too, honey! The third withdraws his stiff rod, showing me the glistening lubrication covering his tip, before roughly plunging it back in my tight hole. My hips begin their gentle thrusting in my seat.
I watch three sets of competent hands exploring underneath my hood. I slip down in my seat, so I can see more of them, and hide my roaming hands beneath the steering column. Probing hands. Stiff rods. Dirty sex. The engine becomes my body.
Three work me to fulfill my needs. In my mind's eye, the filthy, dirty men unite between my legs to make me cum. I give myself over to my fantasy. My legs start to quiver, signaling my nearing orgasm. Oh my goodness!
"Ma'am. Ma'am," a voice says, while his fingers tap on my window, waking me from my erotic fantasy. "We finished your tune-up."
Fuck! Too soon! Jiffy Lube, indeed. Well, too jiffy for this horny bitch! Grrrrrrrr!
I drive away tugging my sticky panties out of my crotch.
I need food. It will calm me down. Driving to the nearest drive-thru, I order my favorite guilty pleasure. After receiving my food, I pull into one of the parking spots and slide the foot-long out of the bag. It is thick. It is long. My mind zooms back to a naughty place. Bad Kimmi. The ache between my legs returns with a vengeance. I feel my nipples struggling to protrude within the restrictive bra. My mouth craves the hot dog. You have figured out by now I view it as a cock - a fat, face-fucking cock.