"Did you drive my car?" The old man asked, his face curling in anger.

"Ah shit... what the fuck!" Demarcus exclaimed as he stared at the long black mark on the SUV.

Demarcus turned and glared at me, the other two black men following his gaze. Anton lumbered out and laughed heartily.

"God daaaaaaaaaaamn, I told you not to say this is your ride." He said as he kneeled down and examined the black mark.

I panicked and looked around for my keys. If I could at least get in my car before they came back, I'd at least feel a bit safer. The four black men strolled back into the garage, Demarcus looking angrier than the old black man.

"Ma'am? The fuck? I told you dis was like my baby! The fuck did you do?" He questioned.

"It wasn't me! I swear! I even parked it away from everyone else at the grocery! When I came back there was this mark!" I answered frantically, my voice trembling in fear.

The old black man grabbed Demarcus by the shoulder and pulled him back. He smiled as he stepped in front of Demarcus. I felt slightly relieved as he sternly looked at the younger black man.

"Demarcus, calm down, it's not even yo car. We need to talk through this. Now miss, I'm Tyrone and that there beast be mine." He said gently as he pushed Demarcus aside and extended a hand.

I shook his hand but remained silent. I could hear my heart racing as I stared at him.

"Don't worry about it miss, Anton over there knows some brothas who can sand that shit down and repaint it. It's gonna be pretty damn expensive though." Tyrone explained.

"I have cash at home and I know I can get another five hundred from an ATM, if there's one nearby. Altogether I think I could wrangle up a thousand right now." I answered earnestly.

"One thousand? That barely fuckin' covers the repairs on your own damn car." Demarcus quipped.

Tyrone shot him a glare, shutting him up quickly.

"I... I can ask my husband for his credit card. I don't think the limit on mine would be enough." I replied.

Tyrone shook his head.

"Sorry miss, we a cash only shop. Them brothas that could fix up the car only take cash, no credit." He answered.

I looked around, trying to see if I could get away somehow. My eyes locked on to the open garage door and Anton quickly took notice. He stepped through the open shop door and pressed a button, the garage door closing slowly.

"Sorry ma'am, no runnin' away from this situation. You even try and I call da police." He said.

"Hey come on Anton, she doesn't seem like the type to do that. I got a proposal for you. I got enough money to cover a paint job and they owe me a discount. So, why don't you relieve an old man's desires and I'll forgive you on the SUV. That's about the biggest discount you can get." Tyrone said.

I looked at him in shock, not quite processing what he had just requested.

"I'm sorry, did you ask me to... relieve your desires?" I questioned.

"That's right, all you gotta do is make me cum," Tyrone replied nonchalantly.

I couldn't believe what he had just said. My head was spinning as I tried to figure out if he was being serious or not. There was no way he could so casually request something like that.

"Like... like a blowjob?" I asked.

"Yeah, whatever, as long as you get me to cum," Tyrone answered.

My husband used to like my blowjobs when I gave them to him and that usually made him cum quick. It was probably the fastest way to pleasure the old man and technically not cheat on my husband. It wasn't the most ideal solution but it would be a great way of getting out of the situation I was in.

I bit my lower lip and nodded. "Okay... Deal..."

"That's good... That's what I was hoping for," Tyrone replied as he grinned.

He pulled down his pants and stood proudly in his boxers. I looked down to see a large bulge popping out from his black boxer shorts. The other black men stepped back slightly and watched.

"Wait... here? Like, right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, right here, right now," Tyrone replied.

I hesitated but after looking around, I gulped and squatted down. My short black skirt rose up to show off my red thong underneath. I pulled off the old black man's black boxer shorts and gasped as his monstrous uncircumcised member popped out. He was easily twice the size of my husband.

"Oh shit Tyrone. She gonna suck you off!" Anton laughed.

I could smell his heavy scent as I peeled back the foreskin of his cock. My tongue slowly licked the newly revealed tip of his cock. This was the first time I had ever seen an uncircumcised cock and while strange, it was also alluring.