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Subject: Candy the Carhop (Mf/Consent/Light Bondage)
Date: Wed, 09 Jun 2004 02:19:15 -0000
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Candy the Carhop (Mf/Consent/Light Bondage)
by DaddyJ
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 young 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 man 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 blonde pussy 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 panties that she had on. She always
accessorized herself like that. Panties 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 young girl said.
"I said I'll take it," Candy said with a voice that would
cut through steel. The other girl 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 panties in a wad,"
the brunette said and walked off to do other things. The
girl had no idea that if she had a chance she would have
her panties 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 man 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 man sat his ass in. Her pussy
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 man in the candy-apple red 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 young legs. This is the part she loved most about
her minimum wage job, the old "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 red 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 young 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
pussy 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 girl routine. "I've got
to study for my S.A.T. test so I can get into college 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 panty crotch
and the feeling of his hands and the car taking it's toll
on the young 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 cum in front of the man 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
mature 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 man was in his forties. He was old enough
to be her father 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 mom 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 pussy 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
red car and leaned across the top. "Take me for a ride,"
she said as she opened the door and sat down. The man
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 stretch 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 blonde hair moved
freely around as she took in the feeling of power all
around her young 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 man 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 shirt 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 panties 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 young firm breasts 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. Spying 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 old
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 pussy can take it much longer," the young girl
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 young girl and as he touched her she melted against
him. "Oh my god," she moaned, wrapping her arms around his
neck and pressing her young body against his. "I need you
so bad John."
John backed the young girl 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 young 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 pussy 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 pussy filled his nostrils. The girl pulled him tightly
into her crotch as his hand moved back and he began to
caress the soft ass cheeks of the young 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 young 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 sucked it into her mouth.
Candy used her leg to pull John's face into her pussy as
hard as she could. All that could be heard was the muffled
sounds of John as he took in her sweet pussy juice. Candy's
fingers began to move through his thick 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
pussy 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 man
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 panties 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 young girl's back and
pressed down on her. The other hand was soon around his
dick and he aimed it between the young girl's legs. "It's
lucky for you that it's pussy 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 breasts
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 young 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 young 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 panties 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 panties 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 pussy 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 cum 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