“Best Service In Australia”

Best Service in Australia - Dirty Stories

“Best Service Ever”

It was that time of year again and Ben was at his local mechanic to get the pink slip for his car. The manager returned to the front desk with a clipboard. “You will need the service, four tyres, brake pads and the two front discs machined.” Ben frowned. “How much will that be?” “I’d say around about $1,500.” Dave, the manager replied. Ben wasn’t too happy with the price but he needed his car for his flower business. If he couldn’t deliver flowers, he would be losing money. “What time can I pick it up?” he enquired. “Ashley should have it ready by 5 o’clock.” Ben left the shop and returned at 5pm on the dot.

“Hello.” He called out. Ten minutes went past and no-one came to the front desk. Ben was starting to get annoyed and decided to go into the workshop. “Hello.” He called again, not concealing the edge of annoyance in his voice. “I will be with you in a moment.” A male voice replied. Oh great, he thought. Dave’s left some dufus in charge whilst this Ashley girl has gone off somewhere – how unprofessional. Another ten minutes went by and Ben again went into the workshop. “Will Ashley be long?” he asked. He watched as his car was lowered to the ground and was mightily surprised as a lean, muscled guy in overalls emerged from behind the car. “All done.” He smirked. “Sorry to keep you waiting.” “Oh, oh, that’s alright.” Ben stammered. He flashed a wide smile at him and wiped his hands on his overalls. “I’m Ashley. I’ll get the bill printed up for you now.” He brushed past him and quickly keyed in a few items and produced the bill. “Will that be cash or card?” He enquired.

Ben swallowed hard as he saw Ashley had lowered the zip on his overalls. “It’s been a very hot day hasn’t it?” He stated, fanning himself with a magazine. Ben nodded his head slowly as he stared at the well defined six pack and handed over his card. “Is that savings or credit.” He asked. “gorgeous.” He said absently. “Thank you.” He smiled at him from lowered lashes. He watched how his body moved as he walked to the clipboard and back to the computer. “Hmm what?” he said nervously as he realised what he just said. “Oh, credit.” He said quickly. “Ok.” Ashley smiled wickedly at him as he processed the transaction and gave him the receipt. He gulped as he saw that he’d lowered the zip even more and he could see the top of his v. He couldn’t believe his luck! “I hope you’re okay with this. I know you weren’t expecting a man, but then I wasn’t expecting someone like you either.” He laughed and looked him straight in the eye. “I guess not.” Ben replied hoarsely. Ashley smiled as he saw the bulge in Ben’s trousers.

Ashley was only inches away. “I think you also have a problem with your gear stick.” He whispered. “What? You tell me now?” Ben said indignantly, then saw the direction of his gaze and immediately understood. “Oh.” It was all he could manage to say. Before he knew it Ashley was stroking his jeans and he groaned. Ben grasped the hair on the back of his head and invaded his mouth with his probing tongue, feverishly pulling at the zip so it lowered all the way down. Ashley gasped as Ben grabbed his high firm bottom and forced him up against him, feeling the hardness of his body and his obvious want of him. Ben turned him around, and moved him towards the front counter and leaned him up against the edge. “Just the right height.” He murmered. “Now how shall we get these off?” He made short work of the overalls and went to work on his mouth-watering body. He teased him with his “gear stick” until he could stand it no longer.

Ben helped Ashley pull his overalls back up. “Now, that’s the best service I’ve had in a long time.” he said with a grin on his face. “I hope you’re not going to charge me any extra.” Ashley laughed. “Now, come again won’t you.” He smiled cheekily. Of course, Ben did – he came many, many times, and was planning to keep the car running like a well-oiled machine for the foreseeable future.

“Secretary Sex”

“Taking Dictation”

secretary sex - dirty storiesBeing the new secretary, Bruce tried his best to please the boss. He felt a bit conspicuous that he was a secretary and a male secretary at that. He didn’t know why he got the job over all of the other hot women he’d seen in the hallway that day waiting for their interviews. He was sure the boss would be into some female secretary sex, but he didn’t question it. It was his first job after school and he tried to blend in and not give anyone a reason to think he wasn’t a normal red blooded male even though he’d come out of the closet a couple of years ago to his family and friends.

David was the consummate businessman who always closed the deal and cut an immaculate figure in his expensive Italian suits and silk ties. He enjoyed his life as a managing director of the most prestigious real estate firm in the country. At thirty five he was still young and considered to be a good catch. He had a bit of a reputation in the office as being a lady killer.

At nineteen, Bruce liked his part time job, but had been offered another closer to home and had accepted yesterday, and now had to find the right time to break the news.

Dictation was the most unsettling part of the day as he found David to be quiet a distraction. He was handsome for sure, but was annoyingly pedantic in how everything had to be done. Bruce absently brushed a piece of lint off his jacket as he stared out of the window. He jumped as he heard his name bellowed from the next office. It was already after four thirty and he was late for dictation…again!

“I swear I will get that window papered over!” David said angrily. He hated being kept waiting, especially by this young rooster that pranced around the office in a sexy suit every day, making him crazy. Of course, everyone thought he was straight. He wondered if Bruce saw through the charade and knew the effect he had on him he wondered? “So sorry,” Bruce said breathlessly as he took his seat. David noticed his slim waist and the bulge in his trousers that indicated he was probably very well hung – either that or a sock he thought wryly.

Bruce looked at his watch and noticed it was drawing near five o’clock. “Unfortunately, you’ll have to stay back until this is done.” This was the second time this week he’d been late so he didn’t argue. Five o’clock came and went and they were the only ones left in the office.

Bruce took down all of the notes and went to get up, accidentally knocking the paperclips onto the floor. “I’m so sorry.” He spluttered. David sighed as he bent over, picking up the clips one by one, providing him with an excellent view of his firm buttocks and the hint of boxers underneath. Yes, they were red. Bruce picked up the last of the paperclips and turned to see a strange look on David’s face.

He looked down and saw the bulge in his trousers and blushed, not knowing where to look. David couldn’t take it anymore. “Do you see what you’ve done? What do you expect with those tight trousers.” He accused. “You parade around every day showing off your six pack and those arms, driving me crazy.” Bruce swallowed hard. He realised he wanted him and admitted to himself that he’d had fantasies of his own but had buried them as he thought David was straight, not to mention that he was his boss.“I’m resigning!” he blurted out. “Don’t be ridiculous.” He scowled. “You don’t have to resign because of this.” He softened his tone. “It’s not the reason. I’ve been offered a job with much more money and it’s closer to home. I’ve made up my mind.” he stated quickly, handing him his letter. “Oh, so I can’t change your mind then?” David asked cautiously. “No.” Bruce said.

Slowly standing up, a thought dawned upon David. Bruce was not technically his employee now. He locked the door and pulled down the shade. “What’s that for?” Bruce asked, just a little alarmed. He was having visions of being battered by this tall hunk of a man. David ignored the question. “Ok, well I’ll organise your pay tomorrow as you wish to leave straight away. David extended his hand and Bruce shook it but David gripped his hand and pulled him in close.” Bruce slid his arms about his waist and groaned as he felt David’s hardness up against his own. As quick as lightning David spun him around and he was leaning over his desk. David made quick work of his belt and trousers revealing his tight, white jocks. He marvelled at those tight buttocks. “How did you know I was gay?” Bruce asked between deep breaths. “I’m an expert.” David laughed. “You didn’t know I was gay either did you?” “No, you had a reputation as a lady killer so well I thought you were straight.” David chuckled. “I’ve been watching you for months. Now spread those legs apart and let me give you your leaving present.” “Yes sir.” He breathed. “Take your punishment like a good boy.” He continued. He heard him unzip his fly and watched the reflection in the glass wall of the office.

He knew he was going to enjoy this punishment for hours. They do say “spare the rod spoil the child.” However, Bruce was no longer a child, and there definitely wasn’t any rod being spared here….

“Best Customer Sex in Australia’

“Lying Down on the Job”

1 customer sex - dirty storiesLife as a bedding consultant at the “Sleep Zeds” is never dull, according to our Lance…

I’ve been working at the store for about two years now, and I quite like my job. I get to meet lots of new people, and many customers come back to buy our sheet sets and blankets, or update their bedroom settings. Generally, I lock up at night and turn off the lights..

Most of the guys that come in don’t seem all that interested in the beds but when some of the customers see me, all of a sudden they need some help. Of course, I know that I’m quite attractive so I’m flattered, and I don’t mind the eyes that roam my arms and broad chest, but being at work, well I do have to try and be on my best behaviour.

Having said that, there was this one time….

It was nearly closing time and I had this feeling that I was being watched…

I noticed a good looking young man at the back of the store looking at our king size beds. I said goodbye to Ron, the office manager, and told him I would look after this last customer and then close up. Ron turned around the open sign on the door and walked out…

I walked down to the king bed area and approached the man in the dark suit, noticing the expensive cut and how it hugged his v-shaped chest and slim waist. He turned to me and smiled and I noticed his even, white teeth and deep blue eyes. He asked me about the price of the bed, and I’m sure I answered, but I was caught up in the heady aroma of his aftershave and my mind wandered to thoughts about how warm his hands would be on my body
and how he might touch me…

He must have asked a question, as suddenly everything was quiet and he was looking at me, as if expecting a reply. I felt embarrassed and this must have registered in a shade of crimson to match the bed cover as he grinned. I recovered my composure and asked him to repeat the question. I was taken aback when he proposed that he might have to ask for a huge discount if he had to ask again! I wasn’t quite sure what to say as he’d taken me off guard! He must have sensed my momentary lapse and countered that he might pay me full price if I unbuttoned my shirt.  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing but I immediately said “Oh sure,” trying to diffuse the situation. I didn’t see the one swift step that he took toward me. I only saw the lips that were inches away from mine. I could feel his hot breath and my eyes were locked to his as he slid his arm about my hips. In one fluid movement, he pushed me onto the bed and I felt the length of his hard body against mine, and I lost myself in his deep, passionate kiss and felt his obvious desire. I groaned as he unbuttoned my shirt and slid his hands inside, running his smooth fingers over my six pack.  He removed my belt and in a blink we were uncontrollably enjoying each other. There could have been a thunderstorm and we wouldn’t have noticed.

I couldn’t believe it when I looked at my watch and it was 10pm! Ron asked me the next day why the computer had been logged off at 10.32pm and I had to pretend that I’d done some paperwork. I made a sale that night, and scooped a hot guy as a bonus. Lying down on the job has never been so good and what about that customer sex eh? Of course, he was more than a customer, but we’re not together anymore. He moved overseas with his company, but he still calls me when he’s in town…

“Santa Sex”

“Santa’s Naughty Elf”


Santas Helper - dirty storiesLeon was getting a bit bored with his job. Being a managing director had its perks but was very demanding and having to stay back every night until 7pm was starting to get very tiring. Day in and out it was the same story – everybody wanted something from him and they all wanted it yesterday.

The greatest distraction of the day was morning and afternoon tea. Every day an old man would arrive with a trolley and Leon could get hot snacks, sandwiches, biscuits, chocolates and drinks. He felt rather resentful that he had no excuse to go out and have a proper lunch break.

Christmas was drawing close and the office was down to a skeleton staff. As it was Christmas eve, Leon hoped that at least he would get some kind of christmas fare. It was 4pm and only a few people remained in the building. His stomach growled in protest as he forgot to buy sandwiches for lunch. He wondered if the trolley would arrive at all considering it was christmas eve.

He heard the familiar squeak of the trolley as he scrutinised the latest sales figures. “A cup of coffee and a slice of cake please.” He said without looking up. He expected the normal response from George, the sixty something trolley guy. He would get a long list of what was and wasn’t available and more than likely would be disappointed with the selection. He heard the door close but didn’t look up - he would be back. The old bugger was probably getting the instant coffee.

Leon felt something brush up against the back of his neck and attempted to flick away what ever it was – some bug no doubt. He mentally noted that he’d have to speak to the office manager about the yearly insect spraying. There it was again.. Annoyed, he looked up and was startled to see a sexy young guy in a sizzling santa outfit leaning over his shoulder.

“Hmm. I think you need to forget that work on the table or I might have to sit on it” He said in a silvery voice. Leon swallowed. “You’re not George. What’s going on?” The gorgeous guy smiled and said,  “I’m Dale - santa’s helper. I hear you need a little help in the fun department.” “Oh, this is some kind of joke.” Leon said shrewdly. He got up quickly and strode to the door, only to find no candid camera crew, and in fact no-one at all in the office. He turned to face him and sharply inhaled as he was bending over his desk in a provocative position. He looked at him over his shoulder…

“Didn’t you only last week, wish that you had more excitement in your life?” He enquired with a cheeky grin on his face. “Simon. Did he put you up to this?” Leon demanded. He remembered a conversation he had with his counterpart in finance a few days ago, complaining how he wished he had more time over the xmas break so he could pick up a hot guy and get some Santa sex.  His sexuality was well known in the office but he only confided in Simon as he knew how to keep his mouth shut. He shrugged as if he didn’t know what he was talking about. “So do you want your present now?” he smirked.

Leon approached. He was magnificent, and his skimpy costume fit snugly in all the right places. He drew up so close to him so that he could feel his hot breath against his neck. “So am I right?” he questioned hoarsely. “It would be very right if you used that bulge in your pants.” he responded cheekily. Damian breathed in his seductive aftershave and couldn’t deny his desire for this incredible guy who looked at him so lustfully.

Finally, he could no longer control himself and slid his hands around his waist. “Show me what you have under that santa costume.” He whispered roughly. Dale removed his red G-string and let it drop to the floor. “Mm.” Leon bent his head savouring his well defined arms and strong shoulders.  Dale groaned as Leon’s hands ventured further down, enjoying the surprise package that was only his.  Dale resumed his position, bending over the desk and looking behind him at Leon’s desire barely contained in his suit trousers. “Santa’s helper has been very naughty this year.” Thwack. “You must be punished because you’ve been very, very bad.” He continued. “Ow.” Dale shouted with a mock shriek. “Oh, I intend to punish you mercilessly.” Leon said excitedly.

Dale wiggled his buttocks at him provocatively, the red mark impertinatly winking at him. Leon firmly grabbed his full brown hair. “I’m just getting warmed up elf.” Dale gasped as he felt Leon’s firm grip on his Santa surprise.  “Now we are going to play unwrap the christmas present.” Dale closed his eyes as he heard the zipper. He licked his lips in anticipation of what Simon had told him about Leon’s ample reputation…..

It turned out to be the best Christmas Eve ever. He would have to remember to thank Simon.