Candy the Carhop
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Content: Mf/consent/light bondage
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Candy the Carhop (Mf/Consent/Light Bondage)
Candy stood at the counter of the local drive in. Smiling, she looked
at the clock because she knew that soon it would be time for her heart to go flitter-flutter! The tingling usually accompanied the time
when he pulled into slot number 12 and ordered his usual cherry-cola like
he always did.
"Damint Candy, quit day-dreaming girl," her manager Mr. Johnson barked!
Mr. Johnson was a fitting name for the man. He was a prick through and
through. He had a job to do she knew, but it was just that being an
asshole seemed to come so naturally to the man. Candy glared at him, her
piercing blue eyes cutting holes in him. How she hated being talked to
like that by him. It's not that she minded being around a who took
control, it's just that she was selective on when she wanted to be talked
down to. Usually it was when she was buck naked with her legs wrapped
around a man's waist and he had his dick buried deep within the softness of
her honey hair. "Ok Mr. Johnson," she said as she got back
to her cleaning assignment.
Hurrying along, she finished the chore and washed her hands, careful not
to scrub the hot pink polish that matched her cotton that she had
on. She always accessorized herself like that. matching the color
of her fingernail polish. Her usual moods were blue for the times when she
wanted it nice and slow, black when she wanted it hard and dirty, white
when she was in her "virginal" mood and like tonight, hot pink for when she
was hot to trot! It had come to be her trademark so to speak around town.
"Welcome to Darrin's Drive in. May I take your order?"
"I'd like a large cherry cola," the deep male voice came over the
intercom. Candy's knees became weak when she heard his voice and she had
to hold onto the counter to keep them from buckling.
"I'll take that one," Candy said as if she were the boss as she spun
around.
"No it's ok, I'll take it," another said.
"I said I'll take it," Candy said with a voice that would cut through
steel. The other shook her head and backed off. There was no way in
HELL that she was going to let Marsha take her call. I mean after all, she
had her dibs on this guy and as far as she was concerned she was not going
to give an inch.
"Ok Candy. You don't have to get your in a wad," the said and walked off to do other things. The had no idea that if she
had a chance she would have her in a wad on the floor and have this
man's hard cock deep within her. "If only," she sighed longingly. She
moved around the corner where nobody could see her and pulled her skirt up
just a little, showing a little more thigh than she usually did. Nobody
noticed the difference in length when she picked up the drink and backed up
to the door and out into the coolness of the night air.
"Here you are sir," she said as she walked up to the car. "That'll be
one dollar and fifty eight cents sir," she said in her sexy little voice.
The smiled and Candy watched him as he raised his hips slightly and
began to dig in his pocket. Her eyes riveted on his crotch. "Damn," she
said under her breath as he took a roll of money out of it and pulled two
crisp one-dollar bills off. Candy knew deep down inside her that it was
the wad between his legs or the wad of bills that he always seemed to have
with him that made her all fidgety. What really made her all tingly inside
was the car that he drove! That's right folks, it wasn't really him, it
wasn't really his money, it was the long sleek hunk of chrome and rubber
that the sat his ass in. Her tingled as she reached forward and
took the money from him. "That'll be forty two cents back," she said as
she clicked the coins from the belt and handed them back toward him. He
never tipped, never. But that didn't really matte to her, she got to look
at the in the candy-apple 1964 Cadillac Coupe DeVille.
Just as Candy's fingers reached the window, she let her fingers open
just a little and she said, "Oh, I'm so sorry sir," as she heard the coins
hit the concrete drive. She wasn't really sorry for her clumsiness, in
fact she had done it on purpose. "I'll get that," she said as she turned
and bent over pretending to search for the coins. The youngster smiled
because she could almost hear his breath escape his lips as he got a good
peek of her hot pink panties! His eyes burned into her soft tanned skin of
her tender legs. This is the part she loved most about her minimum
wage job, the "Oh my goodness, I dropped your change," routine that she
always played for him. Candy felt the coolness of the evening air as it
moved up the backs of her upper thighs and tickled the wet spot that she
knew was forming in the crotch of her panties. If he only knew how very
damp they really were he would probably want to reach over and stick his
finger deep between her moist lips. Of course, she knew that he wouldn't
but she could dream couldn't she? She stayed bent over for as long as she
could without being so obvious that her manager would come out to see what
was going on. Pulling herself back to a standing position, straightening
her skirt and pulling it back down to her normal length, she walked back to
the window of the shiny car.
"Here you go sir," she said as she clicked the correct change off again.
"Don't worry about it sweetie," he said, flashing a pearly white smile
at the girl.
"Are you sure?" she asked as she played her game for the hundredth time.
"I'm very sure," he smiled. Candy looked down and the lump that had
been in his crotch earlier was a little bigger now. The feeling between
her legs grew as she looked over his automobile. The white leather seats
glistened in the light of the canopy overhead. Dropping the change back in
the coin holder she winked and turned to walk away. "Wait a minute miss,"
he said and she stopped immediately. "Come here girl," he said. Candy
turned back and walked to him. "Yes sir," she asked?
"What time do you get off tonight," rolled off his tongue as she stood
there. She tried not to let her mouth drop open. She had hoped for this
question to be asked for many nights now and now, finally the moment was at
hand! Her quivered with delight!
"Um," she said as she looked down, trying to act shy. "I get off about
9 o'clock. Why do you ask?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a drink after work," he
asked? Candy's knees grew weak for the second time this evening. Her
painted fingers gripped the shiny chrome door handle and she wondered if
his cock were as hard as this piece of plated metal.
Candy turned on her innocent charm as her eyes met his large brown ones.
"Um, I dunno'," she said as she looked around, not wanting anyone to
overhear the conversation at hand.
"Come on, it's just one little drink. I promise that I won't try
anything funny," he said as he played his coy little game with her. Who
was going to be there to protect him, her mind asked and she tried not to
giggle, and continued with her innocent little routine. "I've got to
study for my S.A.T. test so I can get into this fall," she lied.
"Come on, it'll just be one little drink. What do you say, um Candy,"
he asked as his eyes looked at the nametag on her uniform vest.
"I don't even know your name," she said, her nervousness really starting
to kick in for real.
"It's John," he said as he handed her his wallet that was opened to his
driver's license. Candy's fingers tingled as she took the leather into her
hand and looked at it. Candy's was screaming for her to accept but
her mind was telling her that she had better tell him no. "How do I know
this is real," she asked as she winked at him.
"Every thing about me is real sugarpants," he said as he touched her
painted nails. Candy felt a surge of electrical current run up her crotch
the moment he touched her fingers and her began to throb. Candy
gripped the handle of the automobile with al her might as he kept them
against her fingers. A small eruption began inside her, the coolness of
the breeze that wafted across her crotch and the feeling of his hands
and the car taking it's toll on the girl. "Oh god," she moaned
softly and she held on tightly to the chrome handle, waiting for her
mini-orgasm to subside.
"Are you ok Candy," he asked, not sure what was going on?
Candy stood there as she in front of the and he didn't even
know! "Um, yeah," she said. "It's just that I'm under a lot of stress with
the test and all," she lied.
"Oh, ok," he said, a disappointed look spreading across his face.
"I just thought I'd ask. If you change your mind, you know the address."
Candy looked one last time at his license. The was in his forties. He
was enough to be her and she was seriously considering this!
"I'm sorry, " she said as she released his wallet, "I'd like to, but I
can't."
"It's ok. I understand," he said as he took his wallet back, lifted his
hips and pushed it into his jean pocket. Candy's eyes once again locked on
his crotch and she noticed that it was not as big as it had been minutes
earlier. "Bye Candy," John said as he started his Cadillac. The gentle
rumble of the motor reverberated throughout her body and then she released
the door handle as he put it into reverse and backed out and pulled away.
"Dumb bitch! Dumb bitch! Dumb bitch," she kept saying to herself over
and over as she turned and walked back into the restaurant and walked in.
"What's wrong Candy," Mr. Johnson asked her as he looked at her flushed
face.
"I just don't feel very well Mr. Johnson," she said as she walked to
the cash register and made change.
"If you're coming down with something it would be ok if you went home.
Business is kinda' slow tonight."
That was just like Mr. Johnson. He was a prick, but he protected the
girls just like they were his own children. "Are you sure?" she asked,
sensing the sensitivity in his voice.
"I said I was," he almost barked at her, blushing because she had picked
up on his one weakness. "Besides," he continued as he wiped down the
counter, "I can't have you staying here and making the customers and
everyone else sick!"
Candy smiled and winked at him. "Thanks' Mr. J," she said as she took
off her coin belt and put it on the counter. "You're a sweetheart."
Mr. Johnson mumbled something incoherent and Candy walked out to the
door to her car. The leather smell of the leather interior was like home
to her. Nothing but nothing beat the smell of fresh leather in her mind.
Reaching for her cell phone, she dialed her home. "Hello?" her dad said on
the other end.
"Hi daddy," she began, "I'm still at work and I was just calling to let
you know that they want me to stay over tonight."
"What time will you be home?" he asked.
"It will probably be late. The health inspector is coming over tomorrow
and he wants to make sure that it passes inspection."
Candy waited as she could almost hear her daddy think. "Ok sugar," he
said after a pause, "but hurry home right after. I worry about you being
out there at night." Candy smiled as she thought about how lucky se was to
have a and dad that cared about her. It made it all the harder to call
and lie to them, but lie she did. "Ok daddy. Thanks. I love you daddy!"
"I love you too sugar. Remember, hurry home after work!" Candy pushed
the "end" button on her cell phone and her hands were shaking as she
reached for the ignition and put her car into drive. "What the hell am I
doing," she asked herself? She knew what she was doing. She was doing
what her body wanted. She was doing what her craved!
Candy drove the short distance to the Applegate Apartment complex and
pulled into the parking garage. "Was it apartment 330 or 332?" She
couldn't remember for sure. She pulled into a parking space and sat there,
contemplating what she would do next. Her dilemma was answered when she
saw him pull his car into the garage. Her heart went thump in her chest as
he drove up and parked directly next to her. Leaning back in the seat, she
wanted to turn back now but knew that there was no way that she was going
to stop.
John turned off his car and she saw as he opened the door. The dome
light made the white interior of the Caddy glow. Her hand nervously moved
forward and she gently tapped the horn. John looked up and smiled as Candy
opened her door and got out.
"I guess you decided to accept my offer for a drink?" he asked. Candy
shook her head. All the intoxication she needed was right there at her
fingertips. She touched the car and leaned across the top. "Take me
for a ride," she said as she opened the door and sat down. The smiled
and got back inside.
"Where do you want to go Candy," he asked as he turned the key.
"Just drive John. Just drive," was all she said as he pulled out of the
parking space. Candy leaned back and closed her eyes as the power of the
V8 engine made her one with the road. Her own engine was fully engaged and
they drove without so much as a word until finally she looked at him.
"This buggy got any air?"
"Four-sixty air," he said chuckling as he turned onto a long of
highway.
"Four-sixty air?"
"Yeah, you know, four windows down and sixty miles an hour!" They both
laughed as John put his foot on the gas. "Hang on girl," he said as the
electric motors that drove the windows hummed. The breeze was intense as
they moved quickly down the highway. Candy long hair moved freely
around as she took in the feeling of power all around her body.
"They don't make them like this any more," he said as the speedometer
climbed into the seventies.
"That's for damn sure John," she replied back to him. It was crazy she
knew. It was really crazy to be getting into a car with a she didn't
even know. What was crazier however was the way that the feeling of the
leather seat clinging to her thighs was making her feel.
"Where to," he asked once again?
"Anywhere that's dark and secluded," she said as she reached over and
her hand touched his crotch. Candy gently squeezed his dick and she felt
it grow under her touch.
"What," he asked, not sure what he was hearing.
"Do I have to draw you a fucking picture!" she almost yelled as one of
her hands moved under her skirt and she began to rub her wet pussy.
"Are you sure Candy," he asked to make sure.
Candy didn't answer. She moved her hand and put it under the edge of
her shirt. John watched in amazement as she pulled her over her head
and then reached behind her and pulled her lacy white bra from her
shoulders. "Shit," he said as he found the first exit and took it way too
fast.
"Hurry John. I can't wait much longer," she said as she raised her hips
and pulled her down, taking her feet out of them. "Please hurry!"
Candy reached over and took hold of his cock and it had grown to a very
respectable size. "Mmmmm," she said as she squeezed it a little harder
this time. Sweat began to form on her back and ass as she leaned across
the leather seat. The nipples from her firm stood out hard
and firm like large chunks of candy as she rubbed her pussy.
John found a dark road and quickly turned the corner and soon saw a
clearing in what appeared to be a hay field. He pushed hard on the brake
so as not to miss the road and then turned. a group of trees, he
moved slowly along the path that a farmer had used to park his equipment
under and slowly moved along the trail. With each dip in the dirt road
Candy moaned because it would cause her finger to move against her aching
clit. John pulled up and turned the engine off to his Caddy. "Hurry John,
I don't think my aching can take it much longer," the moaned as he got out of the car and moved around to where she sat.
"Get out," he ordered as he flung the door open and took hold of her
arm. Candy obeyed and the soft glow of the dome light made the blood churn
in his groin. He moved closer to the and as he touched her she
melted against him. "Oh my god," she moaned, wrapping her arms around his
neck and pressing her body against his. "I need you so bad John."
John backed the against the car and pressed his hard cock
into her stomach. The rough feel of the cotton jeans against her skin sent
another round of sensations into the girl. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!"
she screamed into the stillness of the countryside. John's hand moved down
to her ass and he cupped it and began to kiss her on the neck. "Not yet,"
he whispered as he kissed her shoulder. It was too late for her to stop
now. John sensed that she was past the point of no return so he stepped
back and dropped to his knees. The smell of her was so close and he
put his hand under the calf of her leg and put it on his shoulder.
"Yessssss...." she groaned as she felt his face move into her soft pubic
hair. The sweet nectar of her filled his nostrils. The pulled
him tightly into her crotch as his hand moved back and he began to caress
the soft ass cheeks of the girl. "Oh god yes, please eat my fucking
pussy John."
He pulled his face away from her and smiled. "Ok Candy," he said as his
finger moved down her backside and he found the opening to her ass. "Here
we go girl," he said as his finger entered her backside and he once again
buried his face into her fresh cunt. "Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh fucking
yes.......!" she squealed as he began to finger her butt and lick against
her tender bush. "My..." she groaned, "god," she panted as his tongue
found her hard clit and he it into her mouth.
Candy used her leg to pull John's face into her as hard as she
could. All that could be heard was the muffled sounds of John as he took
in her sweet juice. Candy's fingers began to move through his black hair and she cooed with pleasure as John licked her to the breaking
point.
As suddenly as he began, John stopped. "You're not gonna finish yet
girl," he said as he stood up.
"D-d-don't stop now baby," she begged as he moved her leg and stood up.
"Oh I'm not gonna stop baby. I've only just begun." With that, John
moved to her and took her tightly to him and pressed his lips against hers.
The pungent smell of her own now filled her nostrils. In the past
she had touched herself and then tasted it but she had never had so much of
her juices pressed against her lips. John could tell that she was not
repulsed by it so he pushed his tongue into her mouth and was delighted
when hers met his.
John's cock was aching as he stayed pressed into her. "I'm gonna fuck
you royal you little tease," he said after he had pulled his lips from
hers. He thrust his hips forward and Candy's eyes grew big as she realized
that for the first time in her life she was going to be fucked by a and
not one of those little school boys. "Wait," she whispered. "We need
protection!"
"Not a problem," John said as he pulled away from her and moved into the
front seat of his car. Inside the glove compartment he found what he was
looking for. He stood up and waved the little foil package that held a
condom and smiled at her. "Boyscouts are always prepared for everything,"
he said as he smiled brightly. "Wait," he paused, "I think I forgot
something," he said as he moved back into the car.
"What," she asked, wanting his prick deep inside her. "What else do you
need?"
"These," he said as he held up her pink cotton panties. "Oh and these
too," he said as he held up her bra.
"What for?" she asked, her nervousness suddenly replacing her
excitement.
"Turn around and you'll find out girl," he said.
"What?"
"I said turn around!" John said as he took her by the arm and pushed her
toward the front fender of the car. Candy struggled but he was too quick
for her and before she knew what was happening he had pulled her hands
behind her back and had her bra wrapped around her wrists. "No John, you
don't have to do this," she begged as he looked down on her sweet ass that
was glowing in the moonlight.
"You don't know how much I have to do this you little slut," he said as
he began to take his jeans off.
"No John, why?"
John dropped his pants to the ground and stepped out of them and then
his boxers. The cool night air felt good against his rigid dick. "You
were only after your own pleasure and I just can't let that happen," he
said as he moved toward her.
"No, please. I'm not gonna change my mind!"
"I know you're not Candy," he said as he pressed his hard cock between
her ass cheeks. "I know damn well that you're not!"
Candy opened her mouth to scream but before she could get a word out
John had pressed her into her mouth. He heard her muffle something
but he didn't know and didn't care what it was. "Such a sweet little ass,"
he said as he put his hand in the middle of the girl's back and
pressed down on her. The other hand was soon around his dick and he aimed
it between the girl's legs. "It's lucky for you that it's that
I'm after and not other things," he said as he put his finger against her
asshole. "It's a damn good thing for you!"
Candy twisted against his finger as her soft pressed against the
hard warmth of the hood of John's '64 Cadillac. John moved forward and his
cock found the entrance to her pussy. "Mmmffffff," she groaned as his head
moved between her soft lips. "You are going to be one sweet fuck," he said
as he pushed the head of his large dick into Candy's sweet pussy.
Try as she might to get away, it did not work because he was much too
strong for her. Little by little John entered the wetness of the girl's sweet folds. "Oh god so tight," he groaned as he pushed into her
little by little. Small sounds of her protests through her did not
stop him from continuing. "So little and so tight," he said as he stopped.
Candy's eyes grew large as she felt him pull out of her because she knew
what was coming next. "Mmmmffff!" she groaned as she felt him push forward
and bury himself deep within her.
"Oh yes....." he screamed as he felt her tightness cover his aching
dick. "This won't take long Candy," he said as he began to fuck her cunt.
John pulled the out of her mouth, but instead of screaming like he
thought he would, she said, "Yessssss," as he fucked her hard. Candy felt
the hardness of John's cock pull from her and then she felt the hardness of
the fender of his car as he rammed it in her again and again and again!"
"Oh god yes fuck me John," she begged as he plunged deep into her.
"Oh god, oh god, oh damn!" John pressed into her and put his hips
against hers.
"Fuck me god-damnit! Fuck me!" she begged.
"As you wish my dear!" he said as he pushed hard into her, making the
Caddy bounce. John took Candy by the hair and pulled her head up. "Damn!"
he groaned as he continued to thrust into her.
"Oh god yesssss...." she hissed as she felt her orgasm build up. "Fuck
me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me......." was all she could say as her contracted around his cock.
"FUCK.......ME..........FUCK.........ME......FUCK........ME!"
The words from her took him over the edge and John stiffened as he began
to cum! Candy realized when he came that he had not put the condom on but
was shooting his sperm deep inside her. "Oh fuck baby, oh fuck!" he said
one last time, pushing his hard dick into her until there was nothing left
to squirt.
The feel of his shooting inside her finished her off and she
screamed "Oh fucking god yes!" as she finished and then as if she had no
more energy, she stopped writhing beneath him. "So fucking intense!" she
said as she felt him pull from her. "That was so fucking great," she said
once again as he pulled her bra from her hands.
"I think I'd better get you home girl," he said as he stepped into his
pants. "I'm sure your daddy is waiting for you."
Candy nodded and not a word was spoken on the way back to her car. John
got out and opened the door for her and helped her into her car. "Have
that cherry-cola ready for me tomorrow night," he told her as he leaned
down and kissed her on the cheek.
John waved good bye as he watched Candy drive off.
The end
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