Episode 139: MApLE SYRUP

“Look! Mister Black is washing his truck.”

“Fuck me! That asshole is using our water too. A shower and a flush are one thing, but that’s a lot of H2O.”

“He is paying your water bill, isn’t he?”

“Grrrr! Don’t remind me.” All Travis Herbert could do was bitch. He hated the not so gentle giant for how he was always aggressively using his extremely hot mother sexually, like some puppet. While it was Kelly Herbert’s choice to live as his sex slave, he did take very good care of her needs. Which whether he appreciated it or not meant her son’s as well. Trav just could not see the big picture like her mother. Kel had no job, she cooked and cleaned like any housewife, which included Dominic’s own home in the trailer park called Ironwood Estates. Every single utility, no house payment at least, her late husband’s insurance paid that loan off. He put food on their table, paid car insurance and car payment. The man should be ordained a saint in his book. Travis simply struggled with his mother’s lifestyle. All of this hardcore BDSM was just not natural. In one way Travis Herbert could not wait to be eighteen and graduated so he could get out on his own. Of course, that meant getting a job. DAMMIT!

Hand in hand Travis Herbert led his girl Sable McKellen past the Hardecker home to witness the overachieving bodybuilder hillbilly Dominic Black. Without a shirt on and in only his low riding sweatpants, his muscles rippled in the morning sun. Sable was all eyes! Early bird catches the boa constrictor. His monster cock was impossible to hide behind any simple pair of drawstring sweatpants. Just ask Mace Belmont, he lived in those. After holding that big boy cock in her trembling hands in the wee hours of the morning, Sable, although extremely sleepy cherished that moment. Not being punished for her bold move made her smile. Defending the man in cowboy boots over the sweats seemed like the right thing to do.

“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. Not just your water bill he helps your mom pay all of her bills, doesn’t he?” As said many times before. “That might include water.” He knew it did, his mother made that very clear. Trav was living in denial.

“Whose side are you on? 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 going to change clothes real fast. Pukey shirt stains, I’m shocked you aren’t repulsed.”

“Okay! And I could never be repulsed by you. If I were I would never let you eat my kitty cat.” 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 mountainous size. He towered over her by more than a foot Sable being 5’1, Dom 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. Trigger happy! In the sudden shock of her being there his finger forgot to release. She simply let him shower her with affections. So to shriek!

“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. Water ceased she accepted her drenched shorts and became a deer in headlights. Panting heavily at her palms glued to his sculpted abs she whimpered unable to speak. Scowling he took one step back leaving her palms behind. That simple step away made her pout as if ready to cry.

“Serves you right, Soggy Bottom!”

The already low waist of her jean shorts was soaked in the inseam and now a tad loose on her hips, the sag revealing her hip bones. “I only wanted to help you wash your truck.” She wouldn’t even pull her shorts up from their slight sag that shared a great deal more of her lower tummy. Her belly button exposed along the hemline of her mother’s confiscated mini camisole which refused to mask that area. Sable wanted him to see her. As if he hadn’t already last night by the pool. They were both totally nude at the moment. In her mind that was her finest hour in losing her shyness. Overhearing him from Trav’s balcony tell his sister Serafina that he found her curious sparked a fantasy that she swore to herself to make a reality. Crush or be crushed!

“Nice of ya, Baby McKellen. Sponge in the bucket. Suds up!” At least he was being cordial after she had stroked his eleven-inch cock without permission. 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. This time on purpose! Her shorts were now drenched completely, as she stood up shivering and looking back at him with a hint of shock. Those shorts weighed a ton now. Keeping them up was not going to be easy. Becoming sheepish she had to ask.

“Why did you do that?”

“Because I felt like it. After last night I should have tossed you in the pool to cool off, like the pooch and my hooch.” He had cast his empty JD bottle into the swimming pool. “Ain’t mad at ya! I get groped all the time at my job. Just don’t go tellin’ the boy or his momma. Payback is a bitch though.” He shot her again this time as she turned toward him, dead across her thin camisole. With no bra on beneath her top she was second skin and laughing. Her nipples popped up and stabbed through the material as it grew albeit sheer. “Still want to help the bad guy?”

“Yes!” Taking the bucket with her she whimpered and stepped around him. Seeking out a section of his truck bed that needed soaped up while using the blindside to hide behind. 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 going to give him hell all the time Dom could give the horns right back. In shades! He was also wearing dark sunglasses. “I can’t keep my shorts up.” She fought hard not to blush. Half of her butt crack was shining.

“So, whip ‘em off.”

“You want me to be naked?” She flared her eyes as if begging for him to say yes.

“Skin is a beautiful thing. Wouldn’t advise you goin’ that route with the boy probably watchin’ though. I’m sure I’ll be feudin’ with him once he sees you strugglin’. While we got a moment here lets you and me get a few things clear. I know you got the hots for me and I’m fine with yer Barbie crush. Can’t reciprocate though. I got Kel on a leash already; I don’t need another puppy. Besides, your daddy and I are becomin’ ... compadres! You go and tell him what I let you do to me, and he’ll be swinging that baseball bat at me again.”

“I will never betray you Mister Black. I promise.” She paused in her sponging. “Can I ask you something?”

“Only when it’s just you and me. Never around Kel or the boy.”

“Could you ... see me as a slave like Kelly?”

“Nope!” He could indeed but refused to let on. “You’re young yet Critter. Not even eighteen.”

“I will be on Thursday.”

“You need to mature more. I hear yer still a virgin.”

“Yes. I promised Travis I would lose that with him next weekend.”

“Nothin’ wrong with that. He needs to loosen up. Needs to toughen up too.” Dom 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 his own troubles. 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 know he will never be strong.” She sighed, “I want a real man.” Agreeing to that he chose to taunt her for his own amusement.

“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 handprints.” 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, and now ... Monster Man. If Dakota could get lessons, so could Sable.

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 could feel her ass pressing against him. Try as he might his erection was rising. To her delight! To his stress.

He decided it best to retreat before she got too used to his shadow over her. Not only that but his dick was twitching hard. 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 grab his pecker last night by Piper’s pool he had no doubt she was curious and could potentially try again.

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 again 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 saturated 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 to spray 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 right 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 nearly sheer white leggings stopped cold in her tracks. Lifting her smoky sunglasses as if a spy coming out of the bold. Recognition of 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. Only a brief glimpse the night Tessa and Henry skyped as he beat off was her sole reference. That of course was Dakota, but they were twins.

“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. Sable really hadn’t got a good look during that skype session, she was more in panic mode over what her sister was pulling at the time. “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 a peaceful 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 top higher on her tits. “You lose!” She winked at her then pointed a pinky at Dominic with a momma bear attitude.

“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’, not skirt chasin’. Ain’t got no intentions toward McKellen’s youngun.” Ehhh?

“You play Kentucky and Barbie! More than one squirt gun on premises!” She reaches out and grabs his erection. He hadn’t quite realized how big he was getting in all the hijinks. “Use Leg Baikal to cool down. Not look so good to others.”

“Best let him go Sovietty! You forget you’re wearin’ white?”

“I have memory like elephant. I hold trunk in hand.”

“Uh huh! Ain’t helpin’ me go down you know that, right?”

“Svetlana?” Winslow spoke up in hopes of dissuading her from getting drenched like he had. A swift free palm pointing at Winslow to quiet him he merely got a headache. Making matters worse a car pulled up in front of the Hardecker home and dropped off more trouble. Out of the backseat crawled his son Knox coming home from an all-night party he went to after the chaos last night. Black eyes or not he made an appearance to show he was tough. That and show off video he took of Dom, Kelly, Henry, and Serafina. With his ride taking off Knox caught a glimpse of his dad in the Herbert yard and then Sable McKellen soaked from head to toe.

“Nice!”

Exploring the other participants, he spotted Svetty and bulged both his eyes and his pecker. “Whoa! That’s the girl I saw between the McKellen’s house and the one next door. She blew that Darren guy. Holy fuck! What’s she doing over here now?”

Winslow giving up approached his son knowing he would be questioned now or later. Seeing as now was a waiting game he just headed Knox off at Svetty’s pass. “Are you drunk?”

“Naaa! I’m sobered up good now. What’s going on here? Why’s that blond gripping the Hillbilly’s cock? For that matter why is ... I presume, Sable seeing as she’s dating the pervert, all wet?”

“That part I presume is simply fun and games although it might have gone a tad too far. The blond, you might as well know is my new girlfriend.” He didn’t want to admit he was paying her to be.

“Girlfriend? You go, Pop!” Knox tapped his knuckle over his father’s abdomen, wincing at the wet shirt. “So, why is she over there gripping his boy rather than over here gripping yours.” He meant himself but used the situation to his advantage.

“No idea! I think she feels the need to play guardian angel over McKellen’s daughter. Svetty’s incredible!”

“Svetty, huh?”

“Yes, Svetlana!”

“Didn’t know you still had it in you, old man. She’s smoking hot.”

“Mine!” Winslow pointed with a stern expression and made his closing argument clear.

“Sorry pop! No way am I not going to drool regardless.”

“That part is fine. Hands off otherwise.”

Back amid the border war, Svetty had a new agenda having become aware of Knox. She too recalled him and his loud music that day she and Tessa played with Henry and neighbor Darren. This was an unexpected pleasure. “I relent.” She releases Dom’s pecker, “Need help!”

“Help? You just helped yourself to my MASStodon.”