Taylor falls back onto the dirt in exhaustion.
She finally got the goddamn spare tire onto the back left wheel of the truck. It’s been a few hours and not a single car has driven on the rural Canadian backroad she’s on. Her shorts are all dirty now, caked with car gunk. She gets up, dusts herself off, and lifts her flat tire into the back of the truck.
That’s half the battle, but she’s still not done yet. Her phone is so dead it doesn’t even show the no battery warning anymore, her wallet is sitting in her other bag on the table by the front door, and she’s about 50 miles from where she came from and 50 miles from where she’s going. So much for a fun little road trip to visit her best friend from college.
She climbs back into the truck and drives off. Her dashboard protests with beeps and flashing lights at the unfamiliar back wheel but the truck drives fine enough. She gets back onto the highway, puts her hazards on, and drives 40 until she spots a mechanic sign.
The sign says “Russell Mechanics,” although it’s hard to tell with all the dirt caked in front of the letters. It might just be some guy’s house. There’s a garage with a jacked up car in the front, surrounded by hayfields on all sides. It’s so shifty but there’s literally nothing else she can do. She drives in and parks.
She takes a deep breath. She’s a trans girl in rural Canada with nothing but puppy dog eyes to get this done with.
The guy saunters out from under the car. He’s a big guy, a goat wearing work pants and a blue sweatshirt above that. He is indeed Russell according to the nametag on his outfit. He slowly gets to his feet and meets Taylor at her door. She steps out.
“Hi, sir.”
“Hello there,” he says, studying her. He has a piece of hay in his mouth like an old western cowboy. “How can I be of service?”
“I need help really badly. My, um. I got a flat. I managed to get the spare tire on there but there’s no way it’s getting me home. I was hoping you could help me.”
“Let me take a peak, eh?” He circles around the car once while Taylor nervously watches the hayfields in the distance. The plants all move in unison with gusts of warm wind. So far so good. Russell returns. “You got that on all by yourself?”
She nods.
“Not a lot of city folks can do that.”
“My dad taught me well.”
He smiles. “I should have what you’re looking for in the back. Let’s see if we can get you fixed up.”
“Ummm… I will say that I don’t have any money.”
“We take card. I got the little machine.”
“No, I don’t have…”
“No nothing?”
“No nothing.”
“Hmmm…” he scratches his chin. “Well, I can’t just do it for free.”
“I know, I know. I’m so sorry. I literally do not know what to do otherwise. My phone’s dead and I don’t have my wallet and I’m 50 miles from home.”
“Do you know your credit card number?”
“Literally no.”
“I’m sorry, darling, I’m not sure I could help you. I can’t just be fixing everyone’s cars for free.”
Taylor’s lip trembles. She doesn’t want to drop to her knees and start crying but there’s literally nothing else she can do right now. She tries to logic her way out of it – maybe she could give him her phone number and have him call when she’s home and he can bill her over the phone – but nothing she comes up with makes any sense.
She buries her face in her paws for a moment, then composes herself. It’s okay. She looks back up at him and gives him a smile. “There’s nothing at all I could do?”
“You’re one of those girly dogs, aren’t you?” Russell asks, chewing on the end the hay in his mouth. Not the response she expected.
Taylor pulls down on her shorts. This guy has probably never heard of a trans woman before, but she’s glad he could guess her gender and a little scared at why he asked. He didn’t say it threateningly but like he’s deeply considering something.
She nods. “Yes.” And in her head she continues, “I am one of those girly dogs.”
“You’re real pretty, aren’t you?”
“Woah.”
“Don’t get scared now. It’s a compliment.”
This is the female experience, Taylor guesses. Getting hit on by random men. “No no, I’m sorry. I just didn’t expect it.” It feels really good, actually. Maybe it’s the pure desperation carrying over, but she might be blushing a little.
“A beautiful girl like you?” He chuckles. He steps forward and puts his big paw on her cheek. She makes no effort to move. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
She really should say she has one — this is the exact kind of scenario they warn you to say your dad’s picking you up or your boyfriend is around the corner or the police are on their way — but she shakes her head no instead. She knows what compels her to and it is not a good reason in any world. His smile. His chub pushing against his pants. The beginnings of an erection in her shorts.
“Really? A pretty girl like you has no boyfriend. I find that hard to believe.”
“No sir.”
He puts a paw on her arm. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s make a deal.”
“Okay.”
“A girl like you shouldn’t be out in the woods by herself. I’ll get your car fixed up.”
She smiles. “You’d do that?”
“But I do expect something in return.”
Taylor cannot believe this is happening to her, and most of all that she’s willing to go along with it. This is a bad bad bad idea, but she doesn’t find herself saying no. “I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
He grins. “Why don’t you get on your knees, girl?”
And she does. She plants herself on the pavement right in front of his crotch, butt right on her feet. She takes a deep breath as he ruffles her fur with a smile. His paw creeps to the back of her head, pushing her face right into his bulge. Her heart is racing so fast. He is rock hard. She’s rock hard too.
He undoes his belt and lets his bulge flop out. The erection in his white briefs touches her nose. She grabs it with one paw and begins to rub it. Russell tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and lets out a little grunt. “That’s a good girl,” he says.
She takes his cock out of the fly. It’s nice and thick, maybe six inches. She lets it rest on her muzzle and she watches it twitch a little between her eyes. A little dot of precum leaks onto her.
Taylor grips the base of his cock, brings it between her eyes, and gives his cock a good lick.
Taylor’s had three exes in her life and like any good dog, she’s given them head before. She’s put out after the second date. She’s seen hot guys in the locker room and jerked off to the thirst traps they post on Instagram. She’s never done this.
It’s thrilling. Obviously it should not be happening. It’s one red flag after another. But ultimately, she consents and he consents and she’s on her knees sucking his dick, so it’s more than okay. It comes to her extremely easily. She opens her mouth wide and pushes down onto his cock until it hits the back of her throat.
Her racing heart slows down as she gets into the rhythm of it, as nothing bad happens and she gets to enjoy the feeling of a cock in her mouth. Russell puts his hooves on the back of her head and guides her pace, grunting as she goes all the way down and taking a sharp breath in when she pulls out.
“Haven’t felt this good in a long time,” Russell says, scratching her chin as his cock is deep in her throat. “You’re a pretty girl, aren’t you?”
And it doesn’t surprise Taylor that Russell’s orgasm comes pretty quickly. She grabs the back of his thighs and goes down on him as fast as she can, bringing all the inches of his cock in and out of her mouth in seconds. He grips the fabric on her shoulders and grits his teeth as his dick starts pulsing. He pulls out and shoots his load all over her face. He shoots a few thick ropes and the rest of his cum drips down from the tip of his dick onto her nose.
He shoves his dick back in her mouth as it softens. She swallows the last of his cum and sits there, taking in a deep breath.
Finally, Russell pulls himself out and shimmies his jumpsuit back on. He scratches her under the chin again and grins. “That’s a good girl.”
“Thank you.”
“Here. I’ll get you something to clean yourself up with, then I’ll get right to work, okay?”
“I really appreciate it.”
“Anything for a beautiful girl like you.”