“Jen and I can't thank you enough for coming by and helping us out on such short notice.” I say, eyes focused on the road. “We've needed a date night for ages, and you're the only sitter we've ever hired who can keep Tyler in line.” I add.

“Don't mention it, Mr. Clark! Tyler was no problem! I had him in bed by 8:30.” Comes your giggled reply.

“Well, he's a monster. But you, you're an angel. So thank you again!” I say, flashing a faint smile I as drive on, passing down the series of interconnected back-roads that lead to your house.

Our conversation dies down. The occasional bright light from head-beams from opposing traffic add some contrast to the otherwise quiet and slightly awkward drive home. As a traffic light turns to yellow, I start to put on the brakes when I hear an uncapping sound. As I come to a full stop, I look over at you curiously as you pull the visor down and open the mirror inside.

In your hand is a tube of red lipstick. It looks familiar.

“What are you doing?” I ask, puzzled. I watch as you observe the little mirror intently, tracing the tube of waxy color over your top lip, then drag it across your lower lip back-and-forth a few times.

“I stole your wife's lipstick, Mr. Clark.” I hear you admit. “Doesn't it look sooo pretty on me?” You ask, casually saturating your lips in deep, blushing red.

I jerk my face forward, but the motion of you applying keeps catching the corner of my eye, which I inevitably turn back to you. “I don't think that's... Stop it.” I say faintly. “What's the meaning of this?” I ask as I look over at you, still running the tube across your lips. They're red. Redder than the traffic light in front of us. My heartbeat quickens as I drink in the sight of your hot little mouth.

“I've seen the way you look at my lips, at my body. I know just what you like.” I hear you say. You punctuate the last part by pulling the lipstick away, pursing your lips together and blowing me a little air kiss, with a lewd, flirty wink on top. “I've seen you in a Speedo too, Mr. Clark. I think you know exactly what the meaning of this is.” You add, eyes dropping down from my face to my crotch. My breathing becomes more labored. I can feel my cock start to swell and stiffen in my black dress pants as the words coming out of your red lips start to get to me.

“I'll wear this red lipstick and suck your dick every time you drive me home, but you have to promise to be my daddy, okay Mr. Clark?” I hear you ask. As you say the word “Daddy,” I jerk ever-so-slightly, feeling your warm little hand rubbing along the well-defined outline of my erection through my pants with naughty emphasis.

The light turns green. I remain stopped at the intersection. My heart is in my throat. Brain is mush, cock swelling with your touch. “What do you say, sir? Will you pull that big cock out for me so I can fall in love with it, daddy?” Comes the sultry invitation from you. I look over and regard you, your eyes bright and glassy, your lips painted a whorish shade of cock-sucking red. 'God, you're a hot little brat!' I think.

I nod, and a giggle from you is all the encouragement I need as I start to unbutton my pants, your hand stroking the outline of the stiff cock packed away uncomfortably in the denim prison of my jeans as I procure the throbbing hard-on you've coaxed out of me with your little teasing display.

“Don't tell Jen.” I warn.

“It'll be our little secret, daddy.” I hear you assure me just before you kiss the fabric of my boxers, leaving a vivid red mark behind, before you wrap your lips around my cock and indulge me in the warm, wet pleasure of your naughty little homewrecking mouth.

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