Hunter was looking under the hood of an almost brand-new muscle car when he heard the door to the shop open and close. It was late and he was sure Toolie had retired for the evening. He knew it was Tracy when he heard the lock on the door engage. He stayed where he was, admiring the V-8 engine, when she sidled up to the other side of the car and leaned in on her elbows.

“What are you looking at?”

Hunter grinned. “Well, I was admiring this beauty, but now I’ve got a whole lot more to admire.” She was leaning down far enough that he could see into the front of her shirt. The swell of her breasts over the push-up bra she was wearing made his mouth water. Tracy smiled and said:

“So, you like what you see?”

“You know I do, darlin’.”

She suddenly changed her demeanor, and pressing her breasts together with the sides of her arms she said, “So how much are you going to charge me to fix my car, Mr. Mechanic? I really need to get home or my daddy will be so mad.”

Hunter almost laughed out loud. So…she wanted to play, did she? He had no problem with that and neither did the growing cock in his jeans. He took off his hat and ran a hand through his curly hair before looking right at her breasts and saying, “I’m afraid this is going to be an expensive job, honey. Did Daddy give you his credit card?”

She pouted and said, “Yes, but I’ve maxed it out on school supplies. College is expensive.”

“I tell you what, let’s slide under this beauty and take a look, maybe I can work out a deal for you.” He winked at her and she smiled. He reached over and grabbed the creeper that was sitting up against the toolbox close to them and lay it down so its wheels were on the floor. She watched with wide brown eyes as he pulled off his boots and vest and lay down on it. He rolled it under the car, just to make the game more interesting, and a few seconds later he pushed himself back out and said, “Looks like it’s going to cost you a few grand…that is, unless you’ve got something besides money you’d like to offer me.”

“Why, Mr. Mechanic, what kind of girl do you think I am?”

He chuckled and sat up. “The kind that doesn’t want Daddy to give her a spanking when she has to tell him she maxed out the card and has nothing left to pay the repair bill with.”

Tracy stood up straight and Hunter watched in anticipation as she unbuttoned her jeans. She bent forward slightly and slid them down her smooth thighs. As she stood up to step out of them, he could see she was only wearing a tiny little white thong. “How much will this get me?”

“A look, but no touch?” He was still sitting on the creeper. She straddled it with her feet so her crotch was only inches from his face. He inhaled her scent and his cock began to throb. “An air freshener, and maybe a window wash,” he said.

She pouted again and said, “I don’t usually do this…but…” She raised up her shirt, slowly, and pulled it over her head. While he stared at the cleavage between her breasts, she reached back and unhooked the bra. His mouth watered as soon as it fell away. Her breasts weren’t as big as they had looked in the push-up bra, but they were nice. Hunter was an ass man himself anyways.

“Nice,” he said. “I’ll have to throw in a vacuum for the car for that.”

“Really? All this flesh and that’s all I get?”

He rubbed his crotch and said, “I can get this hard looking at the calendars on the walls, baby. Unless I get to touch that flesh…”

She took another step forward and reached down for his hand. He gave it to her and she brought it up to her right breast. Hunter fondled it and pinched down on the nipple. Tracy let out a little sigh that let him know she wanted this as much as he did. With her eyes closed, she slowly turned around so her back was to him. Her ass was as magnificent as it had looked in her jeans. She hooked her thumbs in the thong and slowly and seductively bent forward as she slid it down her thighs. Hunter reached up and put both of his hands on her ass cheeks, massaging them with his palms and fingers. Tracy stayed bent forward for several minutes, letting his hands explore, touching everything just shy of the lips of her pussy, which he knew had to be soaking wet by then. When she stood up and turned back around she said:

“I’ll suck your dick if you’ll fix the car for me.”

Hunter smiled. “That’d be nice, baby, but I can get one hell of a blowjob for less than a hundred bucks. That won’t cover your bill.”

“Fine, a blowjob and you can taste my pussy if you want.”

Hunter stood up. He stepped into her and pulled her up against him hard. Tracy gasped. Putting his lips down so that they hovered over hers he said, “I want…” His lips came crashing down on hers and Tracy’s arms came up around his neck. The game was over and the hot, sweaty sex was on. When he pulled out of the kiss, he took her hand and without a word, led her to the office. Once they were there, he began to strip off his own clothes. Tracy watched, and Hunter liked the appreciative looks she gave him as he revealed each hard part of his body. Once he was as naked as her, he reached for her again and they kissed, passionately, with her breasts crushed into his chest and his hard dick boring into her soft flesh. Tracy was moaning and as soon as he pulled out of the kiss, she dropped down to her knees. Hunter took her dark hair in his hands as she wrapped her luscious lips around the head of his cock. She licked and sucked on just the head for a while, causing the rest of it to ache. He finally couldn’t take it any longer, and he waited until she sucked it in once more and then thrust his hips forward, forcing her to take the entire length. He felt it stop in the back of her throat and she began to suck. She reached up and took the shaft into her hand and as she wrapped her fingers around it, she began to stroke as she sucked. Hunter closed his eyes and held onto her hair and let the sensations flow through him. Tracy knew what she was doing, and even though Hunter frowned on cheating on your old lady, he could almost sympathize with Rawhide. It would be hard as hell giving this shit up.

Hunter let her suck and lick his cock until his balls were so tight they hurt, before he grabbed a pair of coveralls off a hook to the right of him and threw them down on the floor. Tracy didn’t need any direction. She lay back on the coveralls and as soon as she did, he dropped down in a push-up position and pushed her knees apart with his own leg. She opened them even further before he thrust forward, filling her up instantly. Tracy reached up and dug her nails into his shoulders, crying out in ecstasy before he even started to move.

He fucked her like that, in missionary position, for five or ten minutes before she screamed out in a wild orgasm and then he pulled out and grabbed her by the hips. He flipped her over easily and she got onto her knees and raised her ass in his direction. Hunter slapped it and she winced. “Hey, only my daddy does that.” He slapped her again, this time harder. He could see a red mark in the pattern of his hand on her smooth, white skin.

“Who’s your daddy?” Before she answered, he shoved his cock back up inside of her.

“Fuck! You are!” she said, pushing her hips back to grind into his. Hunter smiled.

“I am what?”

“You’re my daddy!” He grinned broader and began plunging in and out of her, hard and fast. Normally, he’d want it to last a while, but the office of the shop wasn’t the ideal place for an all-nighter. Besides, he was cutting it close to being late for his meeting with Dax. Hunter didn’t stop drilling her until she came again, and then because he hadn’t put on a condom, he pulled out and let his orgasm flow against that big, round ass. When he finished, he got up and wet several shop towels and helped her clean up. She turned to face him and gave him a big hug and then a kiss on the lips. “Anytime you’re in the neighborhood…”

Hunter smiled and smacked her naked ass one more time. “I’ll look you up, baby.”