Drive him over the edge

You're having too much fun to stop now!

You let your fingertips linger on the damp crotch of his pants and then slide your hand up his body. You press in against him and reach behind his back. He's almost a foot taller than you, but you get up on your tip-toes so your lips are near his face.

"Just reaching for something...," you whisper.

"Y-y-you r-really s-shouldn't," Mr. Wood stammers.

Your fingers find the plastic handle of a Phillips Head Screwdriver. You pull it from behind his back and look at it.

"Would you mind if I borrowed this, Mr. Wood?"

Thinking he might be rid of you, Mr. Wood quickly nods his head.

"S-sure!" He says.

"Ooh, thank you," you coo to him. "I really needed something..."

You lift the handle towards your mouth.

"Nice...," you part your lips and look him in the eyes,"...and hard."

You lick the handle of the screwdriver like it's ice cream. It tastes like old sweat and engine grease, but that's okay. Being an outrageous teenage temptress has its down side. Still staring at Mr. Wood you slide the tip of the handle between your lips and then pull it back out and lick it again.

Mr. Wood is visibly shaking. You open your hand and the screwdriver falls to the ground, bouncing off one of his workboots and landing right where you wanted.

"Ooopsy!" You exclaim. "Clumsy me, let me get that."

You turn around so your back is to him and then dramatically bend down. As you bend at the waist you push your ass back and it grinds into his raging hardon. The precum-slick tent in his pants slots right between the firm cheeks of your ass.

"Oooh," you moan and wiggle your butt back and forth on his crotch.

"T-that's enough!" Mr. Wood exclaims in an angry voice.

Before you can stand up, he roughly grabs your hips. His calloused hand finds the waistband of your thong and he tugs the flimsy garment down over your ass. The sound of his zipper seems to echo in the garage. A moment later your breath catches in your throat as he slams his cock into your sopping teenage pussy all the way to the hilt.

"Oh!" He grunts and in three deep and hard strokes his big dick explodes inside your steaming cunt.

You grip him and milk him as he shoots blast after blast of cum deep inside your pussy. With each thrust his balls slap against your clit and another substantial squirt of sperm floods your pussy. He pants and wheezes as he thrusts again and again, a seemingly unending torrent of his thick cream pouring into you.

Mr. Wood finally sags against the workbench and you follow him down, his cock buried in your cum-drenched pussy and your ass pressing against his groin.

Was this your good deed for Mr. Wood today? Or maybe since you overwhelmed his willpower you still owe him? Or maybe someone saw all of this through the open garage door!?