A Different Kind of Girl (Tyr x Kandy4Daddy)

[Tyr]

John was working in the garage on an old Pontiac GTO, as he had an interest in rebuilding and refurbishing old muscle cars. Standing over six foot by several inches, he was large man, now single after the death of his wife several years ago. John Simpson was a successful local businessman would sold his several years ago at the peak of the market, he now worked when he wanted to and as it struck him. Though only a few years past forty, he kept an active life, working around the garage, shop and property so he had yet to get that round chubbiness that came with age. Helping him on this hot afternoon project was his best friend George, an ex biker and rather knowledgeable mechanic. They’d both know each other for since back in high school, and had done a lot of wild shit together, and still did when the urge came upon them, even with George still being married. So they worked on the car in the garage, trying to get it ready for the new transmission that was supposed to come today. In fact John heard his phone ring and looked to see if it was the part house, which it was.

Upstairs in the house Mikey was with his girlfriend of several months Elisa they were supposedly supposed to be studying, but Elisa seemed to have more interest in fooling around than trying to get ready for the history test on Monday. It wasn’t like they hadn’t had sex, they had several days ago, and Mikey wanted to be with her, but they needed to get ready for this test. Plus Mikey didn’t want to treat her like some sex object, that when the urge came upon him, he could just roll her over and fuck her. She was a nice girl, a good girl, and that wasn’t how you treated a woman. Mikey loved her to death, and all the pent up energy she had was amazing, and without her he might still have be a virgin, saving it till he got married, cause that's what any decent guy did. Once in awhile she’d try to push him or make some comment that made him blush, still he knew she was just kidding trying to get a reaction out of him, she didn't really have those kind of thoughts. They were in fact petting each other when he heard his cell phone go off and he saw it was his dad calling, from most likely the garage.

John didn’t want to bother the kid too much, especially if he was alone with a girl, it was just something men didn’t do to each other, but he did need George and his son to go into town and pick up the transmission, as it needed at least two people to lift. He wasn’t sure if Mikey was into the girl’s pants yet, but he hoped so the kid needed to get some balls and get laid on a regular basis. Maybe it was his old fashion way at looking at things, but if he had good-looking girl, you took care of business, that’s what a real man did. John knew that he had even a harsher outlook on personal relationships. Call it primordial but he felt deep down that a woman true purpose was to serve her man, not as some slave, but a willing object for his gratification. Unfortunately in this day of the modern woman and feminism, there were so few woman like his dearly departed fuck slut wife Anna.

Mikey turned to Alisa and let her know he was needed.

Hey my dad needs me to go into town and pickup a transmission from the parts place, it will take about an hour or two, why don't you really study, and when I get back we can pick this up were we left off, how does that sound?


My looked down at the hard on his pants where her hand had been rubbing.

 

[Kandy4Daddy]

Elisa was everything that a boy wanted and a parent feared. She was cute, smart, flirty and blessed with huge breasts. At only 16 her breasts where a full D-cup. Having lost her virginity to her current boyfriend, Mikey. As they set up in his room, Elisa was growing bored with him wanting to study. The material wasn't hard and she had an idea to ace the test, but each time she tried, Mikey would stop her and try to stress how badly they needed to study. He was firm about the studying; her pouty lips and lusty orbs weren't even a match for her boyfriend strict, No. Huffing, the young girl had finally given up on getting down and dirty with her blond boy. With a heavy sigh she turned her eyes to the book and huffed to be dramatic. Wanting to be tossed onto her hands and knees, her tight jean skirt pulled down and her tong strap slide to the side, then fucked ruthlessly by Mikey. Yet, she knew he wouldn't he had to many good morals and the bull shit of "women aren't just sex objects" had already been brain washed into his head.

Finally scoring her winning attempt on Mikey, she was laying on the bed with him next to her. Looking deep into the blond boys eyes with a lusty gaze in her own. Her dainty hands lightly touching his face, as she inched her body closer to his. Heart pounding as se felt his hand shyly slide up her hip to the light curve of her body. He was so close, so very close...RIIING. RIING!!...And the moment was gone. Sitting up, she gave an annoyed look at Mikey. Then when he said he had to leave with George, she could have screamed and cursed but she nodded. "Fine." Flashing a fake smile to her boyfriend, "You know, its gonna be funny when I pass the test and you fail." She teased before getting up and planting a kiss on his lips. "But, promise me that when you get back, you'll quiz me. If I pass, I wanna play a bit.." As she spoke a hand drifted downwards and gave a light squeeze to his cock.

Watching Mikey head out of the room, Elisa laid back on the bed. "Damn. He's cute but his morals are too high. I wanna be treated like a sex toy. Fucked whenever my man is hard and then told to get my whore ass up and fix them a sandwich right after then cum inside me." She spoke softly looking up at the ceiling. Hearing the truck start up, she rolled over and looked out the window seeing Mikey and George backing out of the drive way. "Hmmm, I wonder what John is up to?" Elisa hadn't been one to really call people by their first name, but she didn't feel like it was necessary to call John by his last name. So, without wasting another moment, Elisa got off the bed and made her way down stairs. As she headed towards the backdoor of the house, she fixed her hair a little and her light brown low U-cut top

Heading across the yard to where John was, Elisa had a preppy walk that made her boobs bounce with each step and her ass shake. A smile on her young lips, Elisa didn't stop until she was at the opening of the garage. "Hey John." Elisa called out in a rather flirty tone, her eyes locked on the older man. Their was something about his mature appearance, gruff voice and well toned body that made her all giddy inside. He was tall, handsome, and very smart. Elisa had to admit, for someone of his age, John was easy on the eyes. Unable to try and act as if she wasn't checking him out, the teenager giggled a bit playfully. "Nice car, its looking really good since the first time I saw it." Complimenting his work, "and, seems like you've been hitting the weights to..." That had slipped, her eyes widened then she looked down at the ground. "Umm...Anyways, Mikey and I were studying History...I have to admit its rather boring...studying that is.." She batted her lashes and slowly moved closer toward her boyfriend's father. "I bet you have a lot you could teach me...." She let her voice fade out and gave an innocent wink

 

[Tyr]

John at first looked up at the intruder to his garage, and saw the young nymphet that coyly stood there making comments about her education. With a smile bordering on a smirk, John rose up to his full height, his head coming out from under the hood. One of his large hands reached over and grabbed the rag that lay on the fender, taking it up he began to wipe off the most offending grease and oil that covered his calloused fingers. The young girl wasn’t incorrect in her statement about him being tone, he enjoyed keeping in physical shape and took pride that his body was far from fat. So he stood and let his eyes cast over her young nubile body, something that probably wasn’t really appropriate, but then again she was in his garage, his den and thus should expect such behavior, much like a sexy girl shouldn’t walk by a construction site if she didn’t want cat calls. John had to give his kid credit, his girlfriend was definitely a hot little number, and if he were to guess she probably was good fuck too. So with a sparkle in his eye he stood there impassively as the girl began to chit chat, the point of which wasn’t immediately obvious to him. So he just played along wondering why she was down here. Yeah he’d talked to her a few times, but they were always the most cursory of polite conversation usually with his son either in tow, or only a room away.

Thanks, I try to keep this old body in shape; you never know when I might need to impress a girl.

The space between them closed as the Elisa moved closer, John made no attempt to pull back or make any additional room. Maybe he should have considered her age, or that she was his son’s girlfriend, but he didn’t it really was all irrelevant to him. She was a sexy thing, who was playing that game that so many women did, and at one level it amused him and at another he found it annoying.

Oh I have lots of things I can teach you, but I think you’re a little young for what I know best.

His deep voice clearly plays the coy game right back. Why, because sometimes the hunt was as fun as the kill, even if this one was out of bounds. Still it was fun to play even if he couldn't consummate it.

You should probably run along before you get yourself into trouble, because that’s all you’re going to get if you stay here.

The shirt was stretched against his thick frame; sweat was clearly evident as the shirt clang to parts of his body, his masculine scent mixed with the smell of motor oil. With confidence he stood there seemingly not perturbed in the least that he was carrying on a rather flirty conversation with a rather heavy chested underage girl. He puts the rag down, and waits for her to take the obvious course of action and scamper off. Though at some level he wished she wouldn’t, call it instinctual but he wanted to get to know her better, and not in any way that involved deep meaningful conversation.

 

[Kandy4Daddy]

His scent was intimidating to the young girl in heat, but the mescaline hormones were already starting to affect her body as she grew closer. Her busting rack barely concealed by the skimpy top she had worn hoping to arouse her boyfriend. Apparently her top and tight jean skirts weren't enough for her man to want her. It was a little depressing to her. "Impress a girl...well all I can say is, your doing a wonderful job, John." Elisa nibbled on her lower lip with her big beautiful eyes staring up at the handsome older man. John's feathered black locks, His well groomed goatee and those dominating back eyes.

Her dark eyes inched around her boyfriend's father, his muscled figured and deep voice alone was enough to make her panties wet with want. Knowing what she was attempting to do was wrong, it only made it feel that much right. Standing their before John, Elisa tugged on the bottom of her shirt to make her thick chest bounce a little. Feeling his eyes on her young body, Elisa couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. "Mmm.." Playfully licking her lips in a seductive manner, "but that's the best part...John. Being young only means easier to..." Inching closer so their was less then eight inches between them, "..teach." He had told her to run along, but she had no want to leave his line of sight.

A light layer of blush deepened a little as she stood their looking up at him. "...I should go, but..." Turning around, she made appoint to let hr round rump bump John's leg, "...I'm enjoying the company." Looking over her shoulder at him, she gave a teasing wink. Walking pass the car towards a work bench, Elisa looked around and moved a couple cans to the side. "This spot looks good." Turning to face him, Elisa put her palms on the workbench and jumped up. "...yep this spot is perfect.." A small giggle raced through her body. Purposely spreading her legs for John to get a view of her light blue thong.

This was wrong, so very wrong however the young teenager wanted this to go down a certain dirty pathway. It wasn't like she was just a horny slut who wanted some cock. Every since she had met John, she had liked him. She even found herself alone in her room, laying on her bed with a thick vibrating toy in hand. Spreading her legs and using the toy to please her hungry body. The toy felt amazing, and when she tried to think about Mikey, her head changed her image to his father. This had been happening for a long time and now that she had the chance. She wanted to try and see where this would lead her. She wanted him to touch her.

"...Its hot in here...You wouldn't mind me...removing a layer...would you?" Elisa knew this would be the moment of truth. The way he react would be enough for her to tell if this would really happen. She moved her hand to the bottom of her shirt and began to pull the shirt off of her body. Pulling it off, she tossed it aside and looked up at him. "So, John. Are you going to stand there and play with a car....or are you gonna come over here and teach me something with those talented hands?"

 

[Tyr]

John looked at her, his eyes not a causal or cursory type look, but an actual hungry examination of her. Oh he’d glanced at her when no one was looking or when she passed by with Mikey in tow, but now he did it in a way that would be completely obvious to anyone watching, his eyes exploring her young body. The little shifts, the small turns, made it obvious to him she was presenting herself, showing herself off, for his attention. Was she a cock tease, or was this just how she dealt with men, or in her case boys. He’d known several women that flirted and teased men of all ages to get what they wanted. What did she want?

The girl moved ever closer, licking her lips and continuing to flaunt her young body as she continued to engage in the very flirtatious conversation. John didn’t move, and stood there if anything his gaze was challenging, and eyebrow slightly lifted as she approached. He didn’t really smile or respond as she hopped up onto his bench, though he was about to tell her about the grime on his bench, but he didn’t as he got herself positioned. The contracting material of her light blue thong didn’t go unnoticed, and he in return made no effort to hide from her that he was gazing up between her legs and the damp spot that lay within. If she wanted to play this game, he was more than willing to take it further. Yes he should have considered that she was his son’s girlfriend, but if she was here and he read her right, than that relationship probably wasn’t as strong as he might have thought a few minutes ago.

When she asked if he minded her discarding some clothing, he responded in an almost noncommittal fashion, as if they were discussing nothing more than her favorite color.

Go right ahead it’s a free country; I’m not going to stop you.

He didn’t move forward or rush towards her as she challenged him by removing the shirt and requesting an education. Wasn’t some angel supposed to appear on his shoulder and discourage him from some morally weak or socially irreprehensible act, but nothing happened and he smiled at her and nodded his head a small amount, a grin that was almost an evil smirk.

Really and you think you’re ready?

As John spoke he moves toward her, in a slow and steady manner, till he was standing directly in front of her. Staring into her eyes, he pushes her legs apart, the move strong and abrupt though he was still fully clothed, the meaning was clear. Both of his large calloused hands resting on the top of her legs and he pulls them apart.

I think you deserve a single warning, because I’m not going to give you another. I’m not some new age boy and I don’t do things half assed, so before you go further you better understand that. I treat woman like they should be treated, and that their sole purpose is to please their man in anyway and every way he desires. I'm giving you this single chance to head out of here, and we'll act like nothing has ever happened, but if you stay, than nothing and I mean nothing is off limits. Do you understand?

One of John’s large hands travel up her leg, and up her front, he never asked her he just did it. There was a clear intent in his strong deep commanding voice that hopefully made it clear to her what he intended.

 

[Kandy4Daddy]

Elisa felt her stomach flutter and her heart race when John approached her."I know I'm ready..." It was something she shouldn't have felt expect when Mikey touched her. However, this was a stronger feeling then she has ever felt. His hands on her lean legs. She looked up at John when he spoke to her. His warning was firm. Like a real man should speak to their woman and touch a lady with such dominance. It was making her so hot and bothered by John. "I understand that. I don't need a warning, I know what I'm getting into...something that I've been longing for...John." Elisa replied with a very serious and mature tone showing she completely understood what he meant.

As she looked up into his eyes, Elisa's expression showed she spoke the truth. Moving a hand onto John's large course digits, Elisa slowly slid it up towards her pantie waist band. "I want this...as long as you do.." She then relaxed and leaned back onto the work bench not worrying about the grim and grease that was layered on the top where she was sitting. Her elbows were bent allowing her to look up at him with a wondering mind of what was going to happen next. Heart pounding harder as the moments passed between them. Seconds seemed to pass like minutes as they talked and her body was excited wanting this to really happen.

John was the kind of man she had always wanted since she become attracted to males. Which was rather ironic considering she had hooked up with his son Mikey whom was a polar opposite to John. Mikey was blond, well mannered, and treated women the way the modern girl wanted. He opened doors, bought them gifts and showered them with affection. Mikey was everything most girls in their high school had wanted. Someone who admired girls. John, by what she had recently learned, was a man whom treated his woman like a sex object. Where a woman should be happy that he looked at her, that he touched her, and then he needed something. Weather it be; a sandwich, to release his sexual tension or to please him by taking care of someone in front of him. Everything Elisa has always been looking for.

 

[Tyr]

John felt the young girl speak the truth of her needs; even if he knew she had no idea what she was in for. The little horny thing exuded sexual desire; he could see it in every action and reaction. Maybe he should have stopped or backed off, given her a chance to reconsider, but he didn’t. So the large dirty hand continued its journey up the front and grazed over her ample chest, it was a soft and subtle touch, which might have lent her to believe for a very brief instant that this was going to a caring and considerate moment, but that quickly passed as his hand yanked down her bra to expose one of her bountiful tits. Just as quickly his dirty finger and thumb grabbed her exposed nipple firmly pinching it in their grasp.

John felt no guilt or concern this would quickly let him know just what kind of a girl she was. The finger and thumb roughly rolled her nipple between them, only interrupted when he pulled and tugged on it. John's action should have just about offended any decent girl, its provocative nature just hinted at what was to come. His eyes watched her to see what reaction his actions would have on her.

You are obviously one horny little thing. So tell me is Mikey not taking care of you? He's not giving you what you really need, is he?

The deep voice not only asked the question, but seemed to demand an answer of her, as his hand twisted harder on her nipple as if he would force the truth out of her one way or the other. John was only curious to the actual answers, if for no other reason than it would give him further insight into who and what this young thing was. He had his own ideas, but only time would reveal the real truth, but he was sure he us up to the task. John used his body as he pressed closer to keep her legs spread apart, freeing his last hand that briefly reached between her legs and touched her damp panties, before they came up to his nose for him to inhale, her sexual arousal clearly and pungently wafting off of them, so they both knew at least how her body felt about what was happening..