Son for Hire Interlude: Thunderbird Part 6 (Patreon)

With that simple act of Alan grabbing her hair the die had been cast.  They both knew that they were powerless to stop everything that was about to happen here.

Kitty’s soft curly hair held firmly, though not painfully, in his grasp Alan peers down at the sexy little minx that had sneaked in to live under his roof under the guise of being a good Christian girl.  Her rich brown eyes beckon up at him.  She was more than happy to be trapped by his powerful grip.  With his size and strength he could do anything to her and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to stop him, but she’d been with enough men to spot danger pretty well and with Alan not one of those alarm bells were going off.

“I knew this was a mistake.”  He says as he looks at Kitty in a whole new way.

“I’ll be the best mistake you ever make.”  She whispers.  “I promise.”

“You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”

“The worst!”  She smiles, her hand finding his erection to stroke it though the three layers of clothing.  “As bad as you want me to be Daddy.”

He smiles too.  “I warned you about calling me that.”

Her big eyes widen with wicked innocence.  “Uh ohhhhh.”

For just a second his grip tightens…before letting her go completely.  He steps back from her and away from her caressing hand.  As Kitty stands staring up at him and waiting to see what he was about to do he holds her gaze confidently as he reaches to the counter to hit a garage door remote.  The dull groan of a motor and the clickety-clack of the wheels moving through rails fills the room as the door slowly lowers to leave the pair alone and in privacy.  The door had not even reached the bottom when Kitty peels out of her tank top to drop it over the front grill of the T-bird.  She stands before him, her pert titties and smooth soft upper body proudly on full display for him.

Crossing his arms he subtly licks his lips and lets out a low grunt of approval as he appreciates her round pouting breasts.  “Don’t stop there.”  He says.  “Let’s see you then.”

“Yes Daddy.”  She says breathily, his thirsty eyes on her fueling the flames of her lust.

He smirks at her obedient disobedience.  Unbuttoning her cut-offs she flashes him a peek of her pale yellow panties.  On tip toes she turns around to face away from him, peeking back over her shoulder as if she were bashful for him to see, then a moment later gives him a much greater eyeful as she wriggles her hips and pushes the shorts down.  In one smooth motion she takes them right to her ankles, bending over at the waste so that her ass stayed high and pointed right at him.  Stealing a glance around her legs she sees him watching her and wanting her.  The shorts come off followed by her sneakers and ankle socks all the while her bubble butt stayed locked toward Alan.  In a slinky sensual motion she rises back up, pull her hand up her shapely legs as she goes.  She turns back around, eyes locked on his, and makes no effort to cover herself.  Alan liked what he saw.  Any straight guy would.  Kitty wasn’t drop dead gorgeous like Evelyn but she had this pretty girl next door look that was every bit as sexy.

“Finish what you start.”  He says.  “All of it.”

She shudders from the sheer pleasure of hearing his deep commanding voice.  “Yes Sir.”

Hooking her thumbs through the waist she teases one side down, then the other, then all once whips them right down to the floor.  She pops right back up.  Alan stands fully clothed as the comparatively diminutive Kitty stands completely exposed before him.  She wanted him to see her, scars and all.  Earlier that evening she had bared her soul to this man and now she bared her body.  Never before had Kitty felt so vulnerable and yet so empowered.  The smooth concrete floor is cold against her bare feet and the brisk evening air that still filled the garage has her nipples hard and her fine hairs on end but the heat of Alan’s desire for her warmed to her to her core.

“Look at your little slut Big Daddy.”  She says in her cutesiest yet sultriest voice.  She’d called other men ‘Daddy’ before but never of her own desire and it made a world of difference.  “I’ll do anything you want.  I’ll suck your cock, I’ll eat your asshole.  You like feet?  I’ll do that too.  Just tell me and I’ll make your dreams come true.  Oral…anal…anything.  I’m yours.”  Her fingers brush over the curly dark pubes of her trimmed bush, she finds the hair damp as she knew it would be.  “I want your load Daddy.  Anywhere you want it.  I’ll gargle on your hot cum.  I’ll take it up the ass.  Anywhere Daddy.”  She licks her lips hungrily, dreaming of his creamy load.  Every fiber of her being was focused on him now.  She stood nude in a cold garage with the husband of her brother’s lover, but none of that mattered.  She only wanted to touch him, to suck him, to stroke him and to fuck him.  “Want me to play with myself for you?”

“Mmm, not yet.”  He says, his eyes studying every inch of her.  “Not just yet.”

She lets out an impudent snort and stamps a foot.  “Fuck me god damn it!  Use me!  Make me…”

“Shhhhh.”  He says with the infuriating patience that only a confident older man could manage.  

“Mmm.”  She mewls wantonly, lips clamped shut.  The harder she pushed the more he eased off.  She was going to have to wait for him.

“Turn around.”  He says.  “I want to see you.”

She slowly gives him a full 360 of her hot body, she could actually FEEL his gaze lick across her flesh as she goes, before coming around to face him once more.  Rubbing his bearded chin he nods with libidinous approval.  Kitty squirms under his gaze and wonders what he was waiting for.  Her body ached for his touch.

“Hands on the counter.”  He says.

She glances to it then back at him with a bratty cock of her eyebrow.  “And if I don’t?”

“Hands on the counter.”  He says again more sternly.

“Make m…”

“KITTY!”

“Yes Sir!”  She peeps, the hard timbre of his voice told her that he would stand no argument.  She hurries over she splays her hands out onto the counter.  She keeps her feet apart and back aways so that she had to bend over like one might in a police search.  “Like this?”

“Just like that baby girl.”

“Ohhh.”  She swoons.  Every time he called her that it just…did things to her.

Coming up beside her he places his big warm hand at the back of her neck then slowly runs his hand down the elegant swoop of her back.  As his hand goes she bends her back further to tilt her firm little ass higher for him.  His palm caresses her tush before coming back up her flank.  His touch is firm, neither gentle nor rough.  He stops at her shoulder blade where she feels his thumb run across her largest scar.  There he stops, touching it and tracing it before he bends down and kisses it tenderly.  Always, ALWAYS, before this Kitty hated it when her lover’s would touch her there.  Pussy, tits, booty, mouth, those are what they paid for.  Not there.  But the mood, the energy, the whole feel of this was different with Alan.  So different.

Kitty’s nails scrape across the stainless steel countertop as he kisses her again, and then again up toward the neck.  His bristly beard set her skin alight as it rasped across her fine flesh.  His right hand slides back down her side to find her ass once more.  Up and around the arch of it he goes then stops suddenly has he takes a handful and gives her left cheek a hard squeeze.

“Ohhhh!”

Alan’s smile grows as he stands back up over her.  His eyes pan over Kitty’s lithe nubile 25 year old body with open desire.  Kitty was so different from his wife.  Younger, smaller, leaner, firmer, and without the extra ego humbling anatomy.  Despite the love he still held for Evelyn, and as gorgeous as she was, after decades of marriage the contrast between the two made the young woman all the more alluring.  But it was so much more than just looks that set them apart.  Kitty was sassy, but obedient.  Willing and wanting to let him guide the action.  He felt a part of his masculine libido that he once thought dead swell with a virile energy.  And that simple grope he gave Kitty would already be pushing his wife’s limits for roughness, but by the sound of Kit’s lewd moan he knew she could handle so much more.  Also, the way she talked so crassly!  Some of that stuff he never would have heard from Evelyn’s lips.  By what Kitty had said that she wanted him to do to her he could only guess what her limits actually were.  Probably far beyond even his own.  He might be nearly twice her age but he had no doubt that Kitty was more worldly and experienced when it came to sex than he or his too-gentle, too-controlling spouse.

Widening his fingers so that his hand encompassed the entirety of the left ass cheek he roughly pulls in and squeezes even harder.

“Hahhhhh!”  She writhes at his powerful grip but keeps her hands and feet rooted to their spots.  “Yessss!  God yes!”

His hand glides further, his fingers reaching around and down until they find the hottest, wettest slit he’d ever felt.

“Ohhhhh Daddyyyy.”

He runs his thick middle finger up her moist petals once…then pulls it away.

“MMMMM!”  Kitty rises to her tip toes as she futilely attempts to keep his finger against her cunny.  “Please!  Finger my tight pussy Daddy!”

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that.”  He says as he backs away from her, breaking their contact.  “This will not do.”

She looks back over her shoulder at him, her big eyes pleading.  “I’m sorry.”

“A bad girl I can deal with.”  He says.  “But a disobedient one?  Mmmm.”   He shakes his head disapprovingly.  “I don’t know.”

“I’ll listen Da…Alan.” She says, keeping perfectly in place despite wanting to tackle him to the ground to have her way with him.  “I’ll listen.  I promise.”

“You better.”

“I will!”

“You will wait for permission before calling me that word, okay?”

As wildly horny as she was she’d agree to anything.  “Yes!  Okay!”  She whimpers.  “Please touch me.  Please?”

He licks the pad of the middle digit, tasting the tiny spot of pussy juice that moistened it.  “Mmm.  You said you had no discipline growing up?”

She shakes her head and says in a charmingly pitiful tone.  “No Sir, none at all.”

Reaching up he unfastens to top button of his blue coveralls.  “Well all that’s about to change baby girl.”

Part 7