**Major Pedal Fantasy Alert...read the story below as you li..

**Major Pedal Fantasy Alert...read the story below as you listen.** *Headphones recommended to enhance this audio experience.* This is an audio clip that I created by "mashing up" sound from different videos I have made over the years. Everything you hear is from beautiful women in my videos. Through creative editing I have made a realistic scenario that never really happened but is based on real events. This story comes from a life filled with women pedal pumping and I can assure you, I am an expert! In this fantasy story with audio clip, two beautiful middle aged women are trying to start a car that has been sitting for weeks and the battery has gone flat. They discuss how to hook up the jumper cables. The girl having trouble is Sarah, a late-30s but very fit sandy blonde who works at a hair salon. Although she is naturally very pretty, she never leaves the house without hair & makeup done and always smells like her favorite body sprays. She's wearing a yellow tank top with khaki capri pants and black ballet flats that she mostly wears to work. She never takes these flats off around others because she knows it makes her size 7.5 feet sweat. Her boyfriend once walked in and asked what the cheesy smell was. She ran to his bathroom and cried as she washed her feet in his sink. Normally her feet don’t smell, only these work flats. Sarah recently bought a brand new car but she hasn't sold her old car yet. It has over 200,000 miles on it. She rarely changed the oil like her dad said and she never had money to keep up with maintenance. She has a heavy foot and drives the car hard. She knows she shouldn't speed but she's always running late. She routinely floors it when she passes on the freeway, She takes off hard and stops hard too. She tends to drive barefoot especially if she’s in heels. Despite her abuse, the car’s been good ever since she bought it new right out of cosmetology school. Lately it's having problems one after the other but it always starts. Never lets her down. Regardless, she wanted a new car. Now it sits in her driveway with a battery that doesn't hold charge. The oil is thick, black sludge from not being changed and the tired engine hasn't been run in weeks. Her brother Tim told his sister, "Sarah, you better sell this piece of shit soon or it's going to be worth nothing. Bring it to my house and I'll help sell it for you." Tim even offered to take the car over himself but she already felt like he was helping too much. *"Thanks Tim, I am sure I can get over to your house when I have some time in a week or two." "Are you sure? That battery doesn't hold a charge. Do you even know how to jump it?" Tim said. "Yeeessss Tim! I know I'm a girl but I can still start a friggin' car up." Sarah said like a typical little sister. "...and besides, Alison will come over and help me." "Ok sis. Bring it over when you can"* Sarah's friend Alison is a married mom in her 40s, also blonde and she is very tan. She's a bit thicker than Sarah but still beautiful with a plump ass and perfectly pedicured toes. She always wears sandals. Alison sells real estate so she has a nice Volvo SUV. She's had nice cars for decades but back in her younger years she was a pedal pumping queen. Growing up in south Texas she flooded her daddy's Chevy short wide hundreds of times. In college, she had a boyfriend with a foot fetish. She learned to give him foot jobs that could make him cum in 2 minutes. Alison is taking control of the situation. She has jump started cars before but it's been years. Sarah knows very little about cars. Alison and Sarah's mood starts out lighthearted as they figure out jumper cables. Once the car is finally connected Alison starts her car up and lightly revs the engine with her perfectly pedicured toes in those sandals. She keeps the RPMs up to help charge the battery. Sarah turns the key and the engine weakly cranks. Her mood changes when she discovers the car isn't starting as she hoped. Now she's worried, frustrated and embarrassed. Car trouble can be a very private thing for a girl. She certainly doesn't want to attract unwanted attention from a male stranger. It's inconvenient and she wasn't planning on spending the afternoon dealing with a tow. The last thing she wants to do is call the boys for help, especially after making such a fuss over it. As she sits in the driver's seat her pumping the gas seems to be instinct, more of a reaction that thought. But deep in her mind, pedal pumping is something she learned long ago. A memory of seeing her mom many years ago in her old station wagon. Mom pumped the gas pedal rapidly when it wouldn't start. "I don't have time for this!" her mom would exclaim. Her mom was very attractive back in those days. She remembers helping her boyfriend jump his 1968 Mustang back in college. He yelled at her, "Pump it Sarah! Don't be afraid of it, pump the damn gas pedal!" As his Mustang roared to life, she revved it several times very hard to punish his prized possession, for being a jerk and yelling. Her boyfriend seemed proud of her getting that big old muscle car started. She suddenly felt a sense of power and accomplishment. She felt a tingle in her pussy and a wave of arousal as the big V8 rumbled her in the seat. Something about the fear and excitement followed by the domination of her taking control and making it start. Now she had the power. She remembers the sex that night was amazing. She fucked him with the same vigor that she gave the gas pedal. She flooded that V8 with the pumps of her foot and later the thrusts of her pussy flooded his cock as she rode him hard in his favorite position, the reverse cowgirl. Listen closely and you'll hear the distinct sounds of throttle linkage as her foot pumps the gas pedal. Her pumps get harder as she loses patience and it sounds like the throttle cable could snap. This is pure emotional reaction. She is sitting in the driver seat. Like sitting on your cock. The car is powerless to remove her. The car can’t fight back. When her foot presses the pedal it has no choice but to take it. Sarah is only about 5’6 so she has the seat up pretty far. She grips the steering wheel with her left arm, pulling her body closer for more leverage. Her pumps use the full force of her leg. With her toes pointed, the pad of her foot is all that is providing the pressure. She’s pumping as hard and fast as she can. The car slightly rocking as she bounces. Although she only weighs 110 lbs, she has very strong legs from dancing and going to the gym regularly. As she pumps with her right foot she holds the brake with her left foot. Her flats begin to dangle exposing her heels. Her feet are sweaty and you can see her heels are flush from rubbing in shoes for hours. At some point she kicks them off because they are more of a hindrance. She knows her feet stink but she’s outside and Alison is still in her car, still slightly revving. A little bit of dirt and toe jam around her toes and the pads of her feet from her musty old work flats. She’s a very clean girl but it’s no secret that flats have made lots of gorgeous girls’ feet super stinky! She has size 7.5 feet, not too big or small but they are magnificent. Fairly long toes, always painted pink. Her arches are high and her skin very soft and buttery. If you were to taste her toes they would be salty but heavenly. Her scent would stick to you like it’s now sticking to the gas pedal. A cheese-vinegar sweat but also a hint of her favorite lotion from Bath & Body. The car’s gas pedal being fairly small, her foot naturally aims for the middle. The pedal wooshes as she forces it down with each pump. As it hits the floor each time the sound of plastic and a dull thud from the weight of her lightly tan, slim and sexy leg. Inside her engine, tired old metal is struggling. The throttle linkage has years of mostly gentle presses. Now all of the sudden, rapid hard full-cable movements. The entire system has never felt pumping before. The starter is fighting against years of sludge. Yes this is only a machine but all things are one in the universe. You are made of the same energy that powers the engine. What if you were her engine? *I want to start for you, my love. I've been good to you for all these years. I've always gotten you home safe and protected you. When you wanted to go fast, it took everything I had. You've never returned the love and service I have given to you. You always expect, no demand that I do whatever you ask of me. Now I am tired and sick. It's harder for me to get going now. I'm cold and weak. What is this you’re doing to me? No one has ever pumped me before. I’ve always started for you. Why are you pumping me so hard? It hurts! Can’t you see I am struggling? I don’t know why I am being punished by you. You’re pumping me harder now and it’s more gas than I can swallow. I will try with everything I have left to start for you…VVVVRRRRROOOOOOMMMMMMM!!!!!!!* After a few tries the car starts and Sarah again feels powerful as she revs the engine up. She celebrates a little too soon as the engine stalls. *Oh please, my love, I am begging you…be gentle with me. I’m cold and the oil isn’t lubricating me yet. It hurts metal on metal, like bare bone against bare bone. Please let me rest for just a mome….AAAAHHHHHH!!!* Sarah cranks and pumps mercilessly after the stalling and when he starts again she is not going to let him stall. A series of hard, to-the-floor revs punishes the engine. You can hear the limiter kick in as she holds the pedal to the floor. This time the engine relents and stays running. She gets out, slamming the door to go remove the jumper cables oblivious to the drama, the absolute mind blowing sexiness she created in only a few minutes. Men all over the world are cumming at the thought of what she just did...and to her, it was nothing. She won’t even remember this day. But we will all remember it forever. She drove the car for the last time to her brother’s house without incident. She will never see the car again. In all the years of ownership, she never pumped the gas pedal like that. The engine never knew such cruelty and certainly never expected it from her, the girl he kept safe. The one he loved. Sarah is actually a sweetheart. A loving, caring and beautiful woman. We all know that cars are inanimate objects. If she believed for one second that car had feelings, she would have stopped right then. She will never know the final act of love the car gave her. Despite how she treated him this final drive, he once again got her there safely. FIN. LOL