Author's Note:
This is a 'non-con/reluctance' story which is rougher than I usually write, so caveat emptor. If that's not your cup of tea, please move along. For those of you that enjoy this kind of story... I hope you find this to be a good one.
This is the final chapter in this series, the first part of which was my first story on Literotica. It has been an interesting experience. I've certainly learned a lot about trying to be a better storyteller, especially about being consistent with characters. It's not easy. It's also a good idea to have a whole planned story arc when you start. This did not have that and, unfortunately, it shows. I'd probably have made some different choices had I planned more than one installment ahead. In anycase, enjoy!
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Kara moaned and leaned back on her left hand on Kyle's desk in his jobsite office trailer. She had come to see if he wanted to go out to lunch and he had turned the offer into eating HER. She tried to turn him down, but she never really had a chance once he had her alone. She found herself unable to reason when she was in his presence. Besides, he had such a talented tongue. Her heels were planted on the edge of the desk, her knees wide. Her tiny panties dangled from one ankle, the skirt of her dress was bunched up around her waist and the shoulder straps were pushed down her arms to reveal her naked breasts. His tongue was flicking her clitoris while his fingers were fucking her vagina for all he was worth.
"Oh god! Kyle!" she shouted, holding him against her by her right fist wrapped tightly in the hair at the crown of his head. He felt her moisture flood his tongue so fast he couldn't catch it all and it dripped from his chin.
Before her climax was even complete, there came a tremendous pounding at the door and before either of them could react it swung open revealing a tall man with close-cropped sandy blond hair.
Kyle stood from where he crouched between Kara's legs, pulled her off the table by her hips and pushed her behind him all in one swift motion before turning to greet the unexpected visitor.
"What the actual FUCK, Kevin!" he shouted.
"Jesus Christ, little bro!" the newcomer said. "Dad is on his way with the inspectors. Good thing I got here first."
"Can you.. ah... can you give us a minute, Kev?" Kyle asked, pulling a bandana out of his back pocket and wiping his face.
"You know it smells like sex in here," Kevin said. He walked over and opened a window.
Kyle didn't pay him any attention. Kara was trembling so badly that he was afraid she wouldn't be able to walk.
"It's okay, darlin'," he murmured, wiping a tear away with the pad of his thumb.
"You'd best get her out of here before Dad gets here," Kevin said. Kyle was still helping Kara get her dress back into place when the door slammed open a second time.
"Jesus! Why does it smell like pussy in here?" the man demanded, looking around the room. He only caught sight of Kara standing behind Kyle on his second scan of the room.
"Kyle Andrew Taylor! What the fuck is going on here?"
Kyle gave Kara a soft kiss and a reassuring smile before lacing his fingers with hers and turning towards his father.
"Hey, Dad. I'd like you to meet my girl, Kara Jenkins," Kyle said, pulling her towards his father. "Kara, this is my dad. Ken Taylor."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Taylor," Kara's voice trembled, barely above a whisper. Her eyes travelled over Mr. Taylor and she noticed how much Kyle resembled his father, from identical builds to their sandy blond hair, although the elder Taylor had some salt in his. Ken's eyes, however, were a hard unyielding brown.
Kara held out her hand and Ken took it, his large hand engulfing her small one.
"The pleasure is mine, pretty girl," Ken growled, squeezing her fingers. His voice had a more than a bit of a southern twang that Kara couldn't quite identify "I apologize, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Kyle, we will talk later," Ken said, turning to his son, his eyes hard with suppressed anger.
Kyle guided Kara to the door, his hand on the small of her back. "I'll come over to your place tonight and take you out to dinner,"
She nodded and quickly ducked out the door and was gone.
"So you've been fucking that piece of tail in my office? Are you out of your mind?" Ken demanded.
"I don't see how what I do on my lunch hour is any of your concern," Kyle countered hotly.
"It's my
concern
because of the potential impact to the business if this gets out. Who is she? Is she even legal, for god's sake?"
"Jesus, Dad! She's not
that
young. She's..."
Before Kyle could explain further, there came a polite knock at the door. Kevin didn't wait to open the door and ask the site inspectors to join them. After that, the three Taylor's were far too busy to talk about Kyle's lunchtime activities. By the time the inspectors left, Kyle had a half-dozen tasks to take care of. He and his father and brother developed a plan on how to complete the tasks within their timing and Kevin left to get the ball rolling on gathering some more short term resources.
"I expect you to keep your personal life separate from work, son," Ken told Kyle before he left. "I certainly understand the appeal of the girl, but no more fucking her on my jobsite. You know very well what could happen if she got mad and reported you to our customer. Let alone if someone other than your brother had walked in on you."
"Okay, Dad. I'll be more careful."
"No. Not 'more careful'," something caught Ken's eye as he spoke. "You won't play with that pussy while you are on the jobsite. Full stop. I'd rather you take her to your apartment for a long lunch and fuck her brains out than have you balls deep in her on your desk here."
Ken leaned down and plucked Kara's tiny white panties from where they'd ended up under the desk. "She might want these back.
"Your mother wants to meet this girl who had you so... preoccupied... when you were home. She thinks you're 'pining over her', whatever the fuck that means..."
"I know that. Mom won't let it go."
"We haven't seen you at the cottage yet this summer... Is it because you've been busy with that pretty little slut?"
"She is not a slut! We only started seeing each other a few weeks ago..."
"The mouth-watering aroma of her pussy has me wanting to get to know her better, too."
"Damnit Dad!"
"I suggest you bring her up to the cottage next weekend. Kelly and the twins are already planning to be there. Your brothers and their families are at least going to be there for a cookout on Sunday."
"We have plans for next Friday night. I don't think she's ready to meet the family. I'm not ready."
"Come on Saturday. Whether y'all are ready or not, I want her there."
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Kyle let himself into Kara's house that evening, shaking his head at the fact that the door wasn't locked while she was home alone. He found her curled up on the sofa wearing cut-off jeans and a ribbed tank top, reading a novel, a glass of white wine dangling from her fingers.
"Hey, darlin'. I brought Chinese."
