A dirty job

"Well, I thought we could start in the garage," the middle-aged man told the naive teen, taking her by the hand and leading her around the house. "So you're having a party?"

"It's my birthday, so I'm having some friends over," Cassie reported. "All girl friends, of course. No boys invited..." Cassie started to think of something else to say, suddenly nervous as they went behind the house and out of view of her parents. "Hopefully I'm allowed to start dating this year."

"So no nice young white boy stealing kisses from you?" Franklin inquired, and Cassie shook her head and laughed. He opened the side door to the garage and the two of them went in. The garage was quite dusty, and he pulled her to a couch next to a pile of boxes.

"It is pretty filthy in here," Cassie observed, wrinkling her nose and wanting out. "And I promised my mom that I wouldn't get my dress dirty..." She was surprised when he turned and took hold of the neckline of her dress with one hand and started unbuttoning with the other. "Mr. Wood, what are you doing?!"

"Your mother said you should take the dress off so it doesn't get dirty," Franklin reminded her, progressively exposing the teenager's creamy white c-cup breasts, unencumbered by a bra, as he roughly opened the front of the restrictive dress.

"Um, I think she meant that..." Cassie stammered quietly, but wasn't able to dissuade the older man from pulling the now unbuttoned party dress down her perfect teenage frame and slender legs, and the blonde girl lifted one leg obediently to avoid the pretty dress from ending up on the floor. She held her arms nervously across her body as she was reduced to wearing only panties and her party shoes in front of the strange black man, and he looked her up and down before nodding to her.

"Okay, ready to help me out?" he asked her, and biting her lip she reluctantly nodded, feeling very ****...