Taking the Teen Car Wash Girl

By Cassandra Zara

When I sold my company, I became rich. I bought a lot of cars, and sometimes those cars needed a car wash. I could have used one of those mechanical ones at the gas station, but sometimes you need that soft touch. Sometimes, you need a girl half your age to clean your car for you.
Sweet eighteen-year-old brunette Kira wasn't looking to be a submissive. She just wanted to take some pictures with my cars and become a model. But she was stuck here, in my little town, and she needed a way out. Before that, she wanted to take pictures with every one of my cars. And all that I asked was that she become one of my submissives, surrendering her body to me every time that she came over. She eagerly accepted this deal, as long as we made love on my sexiest car. I revved her engine, and she bounced that energetic teen body on mine, until I washed her with an impregnating creampie!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cassandra Zara
• Release date: Oct 30, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005550226

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Taking the Teen Car Wash Girl

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

I drove my car through the streets of the town I lived in. Podunk wasn't much, but it was mine. My town. My streets.

I always got a lot of looks when I drove this car through the streets. The Corvette wasn’t even my most expensive car, but it was certainly the flashiest. The bright yellow color made heads turn, and the sharp lines of the sports car kept their eyes on it.

It wasn’t a car I’d use to pick up women my age, but it worked on girls who were more my type.

Luckily for me, I had become aware of a gathering of women my type via a Facebook event. A fundraiser, they had called it, for the photography club. It was a bit of a weird choice to have a bikini car wash for a photography club, but who was I to question it? I didn’t care. For most people, it was an opportunity to support a local group.

For me, it was an opportunity to get more information.

I kept tabs on all the young ladies in the town, as soon as they turned eighteen years old. Some of them, it was very obvious what they wanted. Some of them took me a long time to figure out. But eventually, I always did find out what they wanted.

And then, I simply provided that for them. With my mountain of cash from the sale of my company, I could afford pretty much anything. I’d give them what they wanted. I’d make them dependent on me for it. I’d make them submissive to me. And I’d take what I wanted from them.

I’d take what was mine.

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