"Fuck me! That asshole's here. Using our water too."
Hand in hand Travis Herbert led his girl Sable McKellen past the Hardecker home to witness the not always gentle giant, hillbilly Dominic Black washing his truck. Without a shirt on and in only his sweatpants his muscles rippled in the morning sun. Sable was all eyes! Early bird catches the boa constrictor.
"You should try to get along with him. Someday he might be your stepdad."
"When hell sells popsicles. No way will I let that pigfucker marry my mom."
"Travis!" She halted in step making him nearly fall off balance. "Stop it this instant or I'm going back home. Your mom loves him, I can tell and so can you. Don't you want her to be happy?"
"You know I do...that's why he has to go."
"Give him a chance. Try being nice. He helps your mom pay bills, doesn't he? That might include water."
"Don't remind me. Fine! I'll try."
"We should offer to help wash his truck."
"You can if you want. I'm not going near him when he has a hose, he might drown me."
"Go inside and tell your mom we're here. I'm going to be friends with him, so you better get over this attitude Mister."
"Whatever!" He gave up, "I'll be back out to help after I tell Mom we're home. I'm gonna change clothes real fast too."
"Okay!" She kisses him goodbye and releases his lingering grip over her hand. "Go!" Running across his yard Travis went inside. As he closed the door due to the air conditioning, Sable brought on the courage to sneak up on Dominic. Hands held behind her back she stood directly behind him as he rinsed the fender well of his driver's side back.
Swallowing nervously, she began trembling at his size. He towered over her by over a foot she being 5'1, he being 6'4. The fascination over his muscles and his dominance with Kelly captured her imagination. Sable was so mixed up she didn't know which way to go. She adored Travis, loved being with Tawny, curious of her father Henry, and now borderline obsessed with the hillbilly Hulk.
With a kink in his hose, he turned without notice and nearly trampled her, her hands moving up defensively and actually touching his abdomen with both palms. Her eyes stared at his torso as she nearly wet her jean shorts. Too late, Dom did it for her.
"Tryin' to give me a heart attack?" He grumbled. "What are you doing right up on my ass like that?"
"Sorry!" Her hands couldn't even retreat, it was as if they were glued to his six pack. Scowling he took one step back leaving her palms behind.
"Drenched ya there! Reckon I'm sorry too." Her jean shorts were soaked and now a tad loose on her waist, the sag revealing her hip bones. A very thin revelation of pubic hair exposed itself as well.
"I...wanted to help you wash your truck." She wouldn't even pull her shorts up from their slight sag that still offered a bit more of her lower tummy, her camisole not quite masking that area. She wanted him to see her.
"Oh yeah? Nice of ya, Baby McKellen. Sponge in the bucket. Suds up!" Turning her back to him as he uncurled the kink in the hose to drag it further to him, he noticed Sable bend over and reach into the bucket for a large golden sponge. Chuckling at seeing her butt crack he felt evil and sprayed her full force with his spicket. Her shorts were soggy drenched and she stood up shivering and looking back at him with a hint of shock.
"Why did you do that?"
"Cause I felt like it." He shot her again this time as she turned toward him, dead across her camisole. With no bra or panties on beneath her outfit she was second skin and laughing. Her nipples popped up and stabbed through her thin camisole. "Still wanna help the bad guy?"
"Yes!" She whimpered and stepped around him to a section of his truck bed that needed soaped up. He stopped taunting her and simply watched her work. The only reason he did what he did was to rile up Travis when he came back out. If he was gonna give him hell all the time Dom could give the horns right back. In shades!
He knew the boy had yet to stand up for himself after his viral encounters at the expense of Knox Hardecker and his flunkies. Even after he went out of his way to cell record the roughnecks teaming up on the defenseless little punk in the front yard mere feet from where Dom stood now. If he were going to toughen the kid up, he needed to keep up being the prick he was born to be. Hillbilly Hazard Boys were known for mischief. Dom was the worst of the bunch. Hazard County, Kentucky that is. Born, raised, abandoned for greener pastures.
Sadly, he recently became aware of Knox Hardecker's dad Winslow from a crazy night at Cashanova's but hadn't had time to discuss anything. Truthfully, Dom felt this was something Travis needed to do on his own. For now, he had troubles of his own, after last night sharing his slave Kelly Herbert with his other half of the human collar Henry McKellen, he saw something new in Kel. She had a soft spot for the secondary Master brewing and it nagged at his soul. Maybe he made a mistake in agreeing to give Kelly what he struggled to give her. For every hint of trying to be a true lover the inner demons within him snatched up her hair and made her obey. Dom knew she loved him; he also knew she adored his overpowering potential. Rougher the better without the busted lips. Then, there was his sister Serafina. Story for another worry.
"You're not scrubbin' the metal right." Dom moved directly up behind Sable in her bent forward angle, "Don't put your free hand on the bed neither it leaves hand prints." Not even thinking of how badly it appeared his crotch pressed right up against her tight little ass. Reaching for her sponge he gripped her hand and shared his expectations by moving the soap at an angle his pappy had taught him growing up. His entire family were set in their ways and listened to their dad or got punished. Some things never left his ethics.
Feeling his humongous cock, although limp, rolling between her ass crack through her cut short threaded denim, she whimpered but found herself unable to move. Hot pants to some, hot enough to others she needed to combat her shyness further. Knowing what this giant was capable of she told herself to explore what she could. First with Travis in mild ways, then with Tawny Martin in being with a girl. Trading places with her sister in school garnered more than she bargained for in fooling Angus Furlong, the simplistic admiration of her Father's abilities, now...Monster Man.
Sensing her body adapting to his unintentional invasion Dom grinned. The kid was grown up and searching for what made her happy. Knowing what Sable's parents were like he knew the Snapple wouldn't fall from the shelf. "Gettin' better, Squirt!"
He decided it best to retreat before she got too used to his shadow over her. Not only that but his dick was twitching, wearing only sweats and boots it was only a matter of time before his beast would pitch a hint...tent too. Knowing she was bold enough to tuck his pecker into his speedo last night by Piper's pool he had no doubt she was curious.
A casual squeeze to his water pistol cooled her off quickly. Squealing she turned to face him with a threatening look, poising her soap sponge as if ready to throw it at him. Chuckling he shot her dead in the chest. Sponge hurled he swatted it aside and chased her around the yard. Dom was letting his guard down. In her darting about her micro thin camisole's shoulder straps slipped from their job and her top being as heavy as it now was toppled to her nipples and clung to their sensual hooks. She knew it but refused to panic and continued avoiding his firepower. Water pressure even!
Tits bouncing did not help the shirts dilemma, one side fell from her nipple and exposed. That was when he stopped his antics. "Pull yourself together." She feigned ignorance at first simply staring at him with intimidation in her eyes. "You heard me." Sticking her tongue out at him made him curl his lower lip and he pulled his trigger again. This time he directed his ferocious current of water at her dangling non exposed side. She trembled at the cold water but wanted her tits free of their soggy prison, if not to see his true reaction. Sable McKellen was getting gutsy.
Off of her left nipple it went. Both breasts were out in the open and saying hello Sir. Once he got a good glimpse he turned away and sprayed the bed of his truck of her left behind suds. Feeling ignored she lingered to catch her breath when she heard a door open. At first fearing it was Travis or Kelly, she turned her back to the house. Realizing it was next door at the Hardecker house she quickly pulled her wet straps back up over her soft shoulders and concealed her chest. The chill was agonizing to her nips, they refused to go down.
Dom peering to his left spotted Winslow Hardecker and an unexpected surprise. Following him out was the mad Russian herself Svetlana. Chuckling he knew she was using Winslow for easy cash. Not a hooker but close enough. Dom still had a good laugh when hearing her say, "Sugar Da Da!" her native accent was pretty damned sexy.
"Morning!" Winslow waved at Dom who simply nodded. Svetlana wearing all white in her own camisole and leggings stopped cold in her tracks, lifting her smoky sunglasses as if a spy coming out of the bold. Recognizing Sable even in her drenched state from photos in the McKellen home she sneered at Dominic. This was the very first-time meeting one of Henry's kids in person. Her roomie Tessa had of course interacted with his kids but she had not.
"You are Henry's cub." She spoke out.
"You know my dad?" Sable flared her eyes at the Soviet bombshell, her own nipples vivid in the morning air. "Accent...you're Tessa Harper's friend."
"Somewhat lover, Da! You do not shower at home?" Winslow held the passenger door to his car open but found Svetty taking a walk instead. Gnashing his teeth, he knew this could not end in just breakfast at Denny's. Making her way across the yard she faced Sable up close and dared to primp at her camisole straps to pull her camisole higher on her tits. "You lose!" She winked at her then pointed a pinky at Dominic.
"Don't make me shoot across the border Russkie!" Dom growled.
"I must protect you." Svetty stood in front of Sable as Winslow tried to come after his plaything. Chuckling Dom shot Winslow in the polo shirt making him back off.
"What the hell Man?" Winslow stood in shock.
"Dueling! Best stay out of the line of fire."
"What is going on?" Sable whimpered, "I don't even know you."
"We be good friends now! Watch...learn!" Svetty handed Sable her clutch purse then turned back to face Dominic. Marching up to Dom she stood defiant of his intimidation. "Do not tease Henry's progeny. She is young and innocent."
"Back up Snow Bunny! I'm just Squirt chasin' her, not skirt chasin'. Ain't got no intentions toward McKellen's youngun."
