The heat was annoying but the jackal was grateful that Summer hadn’t started yet. The slight breeze of winter wind in the desert was more than comfortable for him. His stark ebony fur soaked up all the warmth of the sun’s rays and kept him more than comfortable. It was summer that made him miserable. This year however, he had a plan, he would work 6 days, maybe 7 days a week, and then take a few months off to vacation somewhere nice and cool.

South America’s winter seemed like quite a pleasant climate for him, days resting, relaxing, and of course pumping iron in between soliciting the various flowers that the South American paradise had to offer. And with his planned budget he’d have more than enough for all the opulence and pleasures places like Brazil had to offer. Gotta love that exchange rate! He wiped the sweat from his brow as he continued to work with the parts of the car, it wasn’t a particularly extensive repair job. It wasn’t too complicated that he couldn’t take a moment for himself and dream of those squishy Latina pussies!

He glanced up and saw his customer fidgeting slightly as she tried to simultaneously not look over his shoulder but appreciate his work at the same time. Jibade reprimanded himself for daydreaming with someone watching. Back to work, he commanded internally.

There was something oddly arousing about a man performing some task that was out of her realm of complete understanding. She shifted uncomfortably as she watched him slave over her car. The heat of the sun working its way into his dark ebony fur, sweat droplets rolling down his glistening fur. It was hard not to stare but she did it anyways, ogling his body and the muscles that seemed to almost burst from his too tight t-shirt! “I’ll be right back..” Sherri said in a rush.

Her legs carried her quickly inside as she closed the door, the confused jackal just now looking up to see empty air where she had once been. “Ugh..” Sherri muttered as she turned to look out the window to see him, he had pulled his shirt off! His body was muscular, sculpted by hours at the gym and pulling and grabbing at various tools. The striations of his biceps flexing every time he tugged on the wrench. “Dammit.” Sherri exhaled in defeat. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.

She really wished she had made more ‘home made’ drinks, but a can of freezing cold lemonade would have to do in lieu of an ice cold glass. “Hey.” Sherri called out gently as she made her way back to the driveway, the cold sweating can in hand. “I figured you’d be thirsty after working so hard.”

He gave a smile as he lifted his body from the mechanical organs of the car, his sweat gleamed along his body as he looked over to the intertwining puzzle of hoses and cables. “Perfect timing Miss. I just finished the work order.” He turned towards it and began to explain the work he did, although Sherri wasn’t paying attention. Something about a belt running on time maybe? She was focused on the way he was rubbing the can up and down his bare chest.

She swallowed hard, her chest tightening slightly and her knees started to press together, everything he did was sexy in some odd way. How he popped the can lid, and the depth of his voice as he spoke, Sherri stuck in a trance when he finally paused and drank the nectar she’d brought. “Uh huh..” Sherri murmured softly, he could have told her that the stegosaurus running her blender was part Orange Julius and she would have accepted it as fact!

What she wasn’t expecting was him to turn to her, his bright eyes and that cocky grin almost freezing her in place. “So, that’s about it.” He crunched the empty can in his fist and tossed it in the trash bag he brought for expended materials.

“Uhm. Well.” She thought for a moment, her tail shyly wagging back and forth as she stepped closer. “Since you’ve been so helpful with my car maybe I can return the favor?” Her eyes widened as she looked to him, a slight blush forming on her cheeks.

“Well.” He stood there confused for a moment. “Normally we don’t take payment directly, but I’m pretty sure once you confirm the work order is complete it’ll charge your debit card.”

Her ears immediately flattened, her eyes staring up at him with a blank stare for a moment, then she quickly shook her head. “Boys are such dorks.” She let her body step closer, almost to where her breasts touched against his bare chest. Her hands slowly lowering until she found his belt buckle and her eyes stared up at him with her tongue slightly peeking around her lips. “Well maybe you can help me with one more thing?”

It took him a moment but it started to dawn on him but when it did he forgot all about those cute little Latina girls in tight bikinis. He was suddenly accosted by a customer that seemingly hungered for something he had to offer that didn’t involve prowess with machines. “Oh?” He let his masculine voice rumble from his lips as he slowly let his hands press against the sides of her jeans. “You know, there’s an old saying that comes to mind.”

Sherri perked her ears, his thumbs hooking against the sides of her jeans and finding her panties with them he began to push. “Oh yeah? What’s that?” Her tail swished behind her, as she felt her clothes sliding down her frame. After the jeans slid along her plump rear they seemed to follow the path along her thighs to the ground where she slowly lifted one leg, then the other.

“Well.” He started, his hands appreciating the curves of her frame until one started to maneuver closer. “They say that the pussy is the best engine.” His eyes stared down at hers, and watched her cheeks blush. “It starts with one finger.” At that his digit slowly pushed against her folds, his padded fingertip rubbing gently along her body as he felt her nectar start to spill. “And self-lubricates.”

Sherri’s body started to crumple in his grasp, her knees failing her but thankfully his powerful arms were more than suited to hold her frame. “Yeah..?” Sher whispered hotly as his palm continued to feel along the mound of her pussy, his head dipping down and letting the sharpness of his front teeth gently glide along her neck. Her fingertips instinctively clung to his form, her digits almost piercing the flesh on his shoulders from holding so tight.

“And the best part?” He muttered into her neck, slowly turning so that her back faced the hood of the car. He was fairly gentle with her but still physically insisted that she be bent over the hood, in one hand he held her shoulder and the other hand letting his work jeans go slack. His cock was already hard, engorged with lust it throbbed against her asscheeks as he let it grind against her. “It can take any size piston..”

The palms grasping at her shoulder and hip to hold her in place while he slowly pressed the tip of his hungry cock against her bright blue petals. The lips parted and his cock began to slip inside, the intense tightness of her pussy almost halted his process but a slow retreat and slight grind, massaging her inner muscles with his cock allowed him to push deeper. “Yeah girl..” He muttered under his breath, his cock expertly wielded with his hips, kneading her inner depths with the hot throbbing meat that caused her pawtoes to curl so tightly.

The warmth of her pussy surrounding his cock was practically intoxicating, his breath exhaled and he felt his ears perk as he relished the moment. He paused for a moment to truly appreciate the way her pussy would tremble and squeeze at his meaty girth. His tip rest barely touching against her cervix, his palms rubbing gently against her frame as he started to pull back. “Ooohhnn..” Sherri cooed happily, her cheeks lighting up and her eyes closed, his slick cock rubbing against her walls caused her body to flood with pleasure.

He began to move himself inside her body, pulling out and pushing back in, warming his cock with her pussy and letting her juices dribble along his fully erect length. His palms held tightly onto her form, keeping her balanced while at the same time providing him with leverage to move his hips. He also loved feeling her against his fingertips, the softness of her fur, the way her juicy ass would jiggle against him when he thrust inside. “Mmhn..” He groaned, breathing in the scent of her feminine features.

Sherri didn’t realize it but with every thrust he was starting to move faster, his cock slowly digging deeper as she found herself fully bent over the car. Her body trembling when he pulled out to the tip and paused, as if he were waiting for something. “Hey..” Sherri whined, what was he doing back there? “Uh, you.. You need a minute?” Sherri thought, she didn’t mind going on top for a moment.

“Nah.” He grinned. “Just enjoying the view.” He said simply before giving a hard thrust forwards, his body suddenly began to grind, rolling his hips firmly back and forth as he pounded himself inside of her pussy. It was a sudden shock to her system, the jackal had gone from second to sixth gear in mere seconds, her eyes widened as his hips clapped against her. Her tongue hanging out, her body jerking slightly as he rut himself against her sopping wet snatch.

The rhythm of his hips moved almost out of his control, his powerful thighs thrusting deep inside, hilting deep in her pussy with each powerful thrust of his knotted cock. “Do it! Knot me!” Sherri cried out, she could feel it swelling against her puffy lips and she was craving the warmth of his cum to fill inside of her body. Pleasure was the only thing that mattered at this moment, everything else took a back seat to her carnal desires.

He didn’t need to be told twice, heck he barely even needed to be told once! He slammed his hips hard with his knot pushing inside, the ultimate release of pressure overwhelmed his senses as his knot grew larger and inflated against her entrance. He pinned himself against her as the sudden rush of adrenaline and pleasure coursed through his veins all at once. “Yyyeeesss!” He gave a short groan-yelp from his maw, his jaw shamelessly gaping open as his cum released so promptly.

The warmth of his cum pelted her insides, the warmth and excess of it all spilling into her womb as he slightly jut his hips to milk his cumming tip inside of her clenching walls. “Hhsshh!” He grit his teeth, his balls clenching as they poured the hotly churning cum out through his cocktip. The sheer amount spilling deep inside of her and slowly filling up her insides with his spunk. “Damn girl..” He muttered, every drop had been poured in her aching pussy and not one had spilled passed his knot. For now.

He allowed himself and her a few moments to recoup from the intensity of their shared orgasms, he would have given her more time but he was a man with a schedule. He slowly pulled his hips back from their combined form, his cock squishing free from her pussy and letting some of the creamy essence drip out down her thighs. Sherri panted for air, her fingertips gripping onto the hood of the car for dear life as her trembling thighs and twitching snatch seeped cum. “Remember..” Jibade gave a slight grunt as he rubbed his cock free of their mixed juices using her asscheeks. “Your car is a bit older, so you should get a more frequent oil change.”

That seemed like an odd thing to bring up, Sherri looked over her shoulder with a curious whimper escaping her lips. “Uhm.. Okay, uh, well.. how often should I get my oil changed?”

He licked at his lips and leaned his head down, gently nibbling at her shoulder. “Fairly often! I’ll be back in a few months or so and make sure we get you a good tune-up.” That was his favorite part about this gig, repeat clientele.