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Driver

By: VogonBard



Joshua walked down the stairs from the plane and toward the two vehicles parked a few steps away in the hanger. There was a beautiful young woman, tall, brunette, dressed in a dark skirted suit and white shirt and tie, standing next to the car. He strode up to her and asked "Where am I going?"

She smiled. "I'm to take you to the house."

"Very good." They stood for a moment in awkward silence while the men moved his luggage to the trunk of the subtly stretched Mercedes limousine. His chief of security opened the back door for Joshua while the brunette slipped behind the wheel. The chief stepped quickly back to the black SUV that was idling behind the limousine. Doors locked, and the two vehicles pulled out of the hanger and toward the airport exit.

Joshua touched the switch that lowered the panel between the passenger compartment and the driver's position. "Am I permitted to call you Emily again?"

She looked into the mirror. "As you wish, sir."

"That's the way I ordered it. This security team works for me, not my father. I told them that I would be pleased if the shotgun man rode in the Suburban."

"I wondered about that. I hope that your father doesn't hear about the protocol breach."

"I want you, Em."

Emily's breathing quickened. There was a pause. "Josh, no, please. We talked about this."

"May I come to your quarters tonight?"

"Josh, there's a surprise party for you at the house. Don't let on that you know. After the party, you and your family are taking the helicopter to the city. You'll spend the night there for the meetings tomorrow."

"Shit. Okay. Fine. Pull over."

She giggled. "Here? We're on the freeway."

"Take that off ramp. Find a side street."

"Josh, if your father finds out..."

"Emily, in six months I'll be 22, and the terms of the trust will remove my father's influence. The company belongs to my father, this car belongs to my father, but I don't. Take that exit."

She blushed and guided the heavy car onto the off ramp. The phone buzzed and Joshua picked it up from the passenger compartment.

He listed for a few seconds, then said "Yes, my orders. We're going to stop for a few minutes. I have ... an important call to make, and I don't want to be distracted." He hit the off button.

"Josh, I want you too, but this isn't a good idea."

"I've been thinking about this. I know what I need to do. There's a park on the left. Find a shady spot under those trees."

"The security team..."

"Works for me, Em." he interrupted.

The car glided to a stop under the trees with the black SUV right behind.

"I want you, Em. Come back here."

She glanced nervously in the mirror, then quickly stepped out of the car and into the passenger compartment. Josh locked the doors.

"I've missed you so much, Em." He pulled her close and kissed her softly on the lips. She tilted her head and parted her lips slightly for his kiss. Their tongues touched lightly as a subtle flavor of cinnamon filled his mouth. Her arms went around his neck.

"No, Josh," she whispered.

He reached between them as they kissed and pulled her tie off, unbuttoning her white shirt. She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. He broke the kiss and nibbled at her earlobe as he pulled her shirt open and then pulled her shirt and jacket off her shoulders. She protested quietly, "No, Josh, this is a bad idea."

He smoothly opened her front-fastening bra and took her left nipple into his warm mouth and teased it erect. She held the other breast with her hand, massaging it, cuddling it. Jim brushed her hand away with his mouth and kissed and sucked her other nipple. He licked the soft curves under her breasts. He slowly worked his way down to her navel, kissing, gently biting, licking.

"Josh, no, we've talked. This could ruin your life."

Josh knelt in front of her, unzipped and pulled at her skirt. She lifted her hips off the seat and he pulled it down past her knees, then off. He smiled up at her. "You wore my favorite thong, babe."

Em was beginning to perspire. "That's just a coincidence, Josh."

Josh began to nibble on her navel again, but quickly slurped his way down to her thong. He licked and nuzzled her pussy through the sheer fabric. She spread her legs wider to make room for him and ran her fingers through his curly hair. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, still wearing his pin stripped jacket.

"Bad idea, babe." She managed to pant.

He licked her hard through the thong, inhaling her heady aroma. The fabric of the thong became even more transparent, soaked with her juices and his saliva. She began to buck against his face, rocking in rhythm to his tongue thrusts.

"mmmm... no, babe, don't..."

"Em, you want it too. We're right for each other. Don't worry about what other people think. Come live with me in Paris..."

He reached down and fumbled with his belt. He unbuttoned and opened his slacks. He pushed them down with one hand and then opened the fly on his boxers, his cock falling out, pre-cum glistening at the tip. 

Em reached down and took him in her hand, giving him a couple of gentle tugs. "Don't fuck me again babe, I feel so lonely after you leave."

He surrounded her hand in his own and thrust into her fist. "Come back with me. Live with me, just leave all your shit here, we can buy anything you need in Paris." He closed his eyes and fucked her fist harder, his breathing getting short and ragged.

She pulled him down to her and bit his lower lip, teasing it and sucking on it. She stopped and said "I wish you meant that."

He guided her other hand to his balls and grabbed her hips with both hands. He looked deep into her eyes as she slowly rubbed his cock. "Live with me, babe. I need you. What will it take for you to believe me?"

"Stand up to your father."

He kissed her hard and slipped his hands under her and cupped her ass cheeks. He humped her for three or four strokes, sliding his cock up and down along her lips, grinding against the flesh under her thong. Then he reached out with his right hand and hit the car's mobile phone.

"Dial Dad."

Her eyes got bigger. He slid her thong to one side and positioned his cock at the entrance to her vagina. 

The phone buzzed twice and a voice said "Hi Josh. Are you on your way to the house?"

He stared lustfully into Em's eyes and pushed his cock a couple of inches into her tight pussy. She gasped.

"Dad, I'm taking Emily back to Paris with me."

"What? That damn driver you've been fucking? I thought you were over that!"

He eased up a little then pushed again, harder. His cock slid another inch into her.

"It isn't something I'll get over. She's moving Paris."

Emily closed her eyes as his cock slipped out, then back in, deeper.

"Fuck the help all you want, boy. I certainly do. But don't get serious about her, she's just pussy!"

"No, Dad, I love her. I'm not asking for permission. I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow." He took both her cheeks in his hands and backed out, then pushed in hard. They both groaned as he rocked in and out of her, going deep with each stroke.

"What's going on there?" the voice on the phone sputtered, but Josh reached over and hit the off button.

Em looked into his eyes, then reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. She kissed him hard, nibbling at his tongue as he fucked her deep, her naked belly bumping against the front of his dressy blue shirt. He massaged and pulled her ass cheeks apart as he plowed her. The thong couldn't take the abuse and one of the straps snapped.

Their coupling became frantic. He slammed into her, she pushed back at him in his rhythm. In the SUV behind them, the security men grinned as the Mercedes began to rock.

" ... harder, babe, harder, I'll go to Paris with you, do me harder!"

"Now," he gasped, and slammed into her one last time. They both arched their backs as he squeezed her ass cheeks hard, trying to pin her to the car's seat with his long cock. He tensed and shot rope after rope of silky jizz deep into her. She wriggled helplessly under him, her own orgasm soaking the leather under her stretched pussy.

They held each other until the spasms subsided. He slipped out of her but held her close, his cock dripping with cum and her pussy juice. She collapsed under him like a rag doll. She turned her head to him and kissed him long and slow.

"Emmy, that was so fucking hot." He shivered. "You're so tight!"

She giggled and reached down for his softening cock. It was still gooey from their fuck. She broke away from his cuddles and went down on him, licking him clean. She lapped up all his cum and her sweet juices, then came back up to him, kissing him hard with her cummy mouth.

"Ick!" He spat out his cum and reached for the decanter of scotch in the back of the seat.

She giggled. "And you expect ME to lap up that stuff?"

He swallowed scotch from the bottle, then leaned over to kiss her, dripping the amber fluid into her mouth. She greedily swallowed it and smacked her lips, begging for more.

"I expect you to get your clothes on, Miss Granger," he ordered, "and take us to our apartment."

Driver



A new story on a new tack-the city is a character of its own here. The place allows any fantasy to come true. A little longer, this one. Your feedback keeps me writing...

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The view from the 42nd floor window was stunning, even by the standards of this beautiful city. The light reflected from the waters of Victoria Harbour doubled the sparkle from the buildings all around. 

The evening's pick up was not yet ready, so I had a few minutes to soak in the grandeur from this height. That the apartment's foyer had this floor to ceiling view spoke of the wealth of its owner. The building was far outside my price bracket yet I was learning to not be impressed by ostentation, after three months in this role. 

I tore myself away from the window and checked my tablet for the detailed instructions for this pick-up. This was the first time I had been to this floor, but there were two other members at the same address. It was one of the city's finest buildings, packed with the wealthy and famous, so no surprise that some were possessed of the ultimate plaything.

The car was prepared according to the specification set out for her and I saw nothing very unusual in the other expectations. There had been some odd ones in my time, including one that I had had to refuse- a difficult negotiation, but one that I still felt had been was the right one.

The door opened silently and a lovely petite Chinese woman walked out, her bare feet making no sound on the stone flooring. She was completely nude, wearing only a small patch of pubic hair and bold make-up. She turned and locked the door behind her using her palm print, then stood with her eyes lowered before me. She stood straight and her small breasts were pushed forward, their nipples tight and high. She was of middle age, yet had a body well-cared for which she carried proudly.

My tablet went into my shoulder bag from which I drew the hooded cape I usually carry. I took a narrow strip of leather with velcro and tied her wrists together behind her back. I put the cape around her and lifted her chin to fasten it there. When I was done her eyes were boldly looking into mine. In two ways already, this woman was not like most. She looked back downward, having made her statement. 

Taking her by the arm I guided her to the lift, which took a few minutes to arrive. As the door slid open I pulled the cowl around her head to conceal her identity. There was an elegant middle-aged couple already in there, dressed for a formal evening. They glanced at us, with the woman's eyes noting the lack of shoes. There was never any conversation in these lifts, though the couple would discuss us later, I knew.

Madam and Sir got off at the ground floor and my charge and I continued to the basement garage. The warmth of the night wrapped around us as we left the air conditioning behind. The blue Mercedes Vito van was parked in a corner away from the lift and the security cameras- not a random choice, at all.

When I had first joined the House, I had driven one of the small range of fancy cars in the garage- a big Bentley, silver Range Rover, BMW 7 and a classic black Merc 600 limo from the 60's. I had loved driving them, all superb vehicles that purred through the tight streets of this mountainous city. I had quickly made a case to the management for something less obvious- I felt our operations needed to fly below the radar, for everyone's sake. Bless them, they had agreed and this plain minivan was the result. It was a great deal easier to navigate and park in the skinny alleys, too.

As we walked across the open space to the van her cape opened to reveal her body as she walked. She stepped forward confidently without hesitation, risking any other person's view. While she had no choice with her hands behind her, some others would have walked hunched, shrinking from the exposure- not this woman.

The lights flashed as I unlocked the van. I stopped her at the side door which I slid aside and unfastened her cape. Her eyes opened wide at the sight within as I removed the cape and returned it to my bag. I took her elbow and helped her inside. This was the part of the job that was still novel for me and made it very special. I hoped I would never come to find it routine.

I moved past her to kneel on the floor, then guided her in to face the apparatus. It was a saddle-like hump in the middle of the van's floor and I had attached, as per the menu on the tablet, the number three dildo and number two butt plug. I reached for lubricant and smeared it thickly on both shafts, then spread the residue into her crotch. I was not surprised to find she was already well-lubricated. My touch made her shiver and hiss.

Seizing her around the waist with one arm I helped her to straddle the hump and used my other hand to open her cunt and anus to their invaders. She sighed deeply as she settled slowly down until she was seated firmly on it. Her pelvis moved on the dildos as she felt them deeply inside, her eyes closed and mouth open. The number three was smaller than the four or five, but this was a small woman. I would have worried for her had the bigger items been specified. 

The blindfold deprived her of vision and her head rolled back as she writhed on the dildo. I untied her hands and took her right wrist to attach it to the grab handle above my head. The nylon strap tightened as I did the same on the other side. She was spread with her knees and arms wide-such a perfect picture... I caressed her breasts, gripping them then pinching the nipples which made her move more strongly. I flicked the switch on the hump, which began to hum.

Her breathing was becoming ragged, her head rolled forward and I felt she was no longer aware of me. I checked the straps, then closed the sliding door and sat in the driver's seat. As the dashboard came alive, so did the monitor screen which let me see my passenger, infra-red showed the heat in her belly and breasts. She was deeply in her own world. 

I drove calmly out of the basement garage, for all the world like a delivery van (not far from the truth), then turned towards our destination. From time to time I glanced at her image, both to check her condition and to enjoy the sight, as traffic was light this evening. As the van drove into the Aberdeen Tunnel she groaned loudly, which gave me a wry smile. 

The trip took about thirty minutes and she was in serious torment by the time we were nearing our destination. Her moans were almost constant, her body was swinging from her wrists as she worked her hips on the hump and its invaders. I stopped beside the small road we were climbing and went back to her. I checked the pulse at her throat (beating hard but strongly) then flicked off the switch on the hump. The hum stopped and she moaned in need, her knees moving wildly on the floor.

Five minutes later we entered through an electric gate in the rough stone wall, then drove up the short drive to the portico. Her skin was slick with sweat as I wrapped my arm around her torso to lift her from the hump. She flopped forward on me and her arms reached around me when I freed them. Her ride had been intense and yet her night had not yet properly begun.

After being held for a couple of minutes her breathing had slowed and become even. I pulled her close to me with my other arm and lifted her out of the van. I felt her trembling against me. Her legs were still unsteady when I tried to make her stand on the door step, so I continued to carry her inside the doorway. It felt most natural to hold her, in this unnatural place. 

Within the short hallway Colette, the concierge, was waiting. Her greying chestnut hair was down on the shoulders of her dark designer dress. She was slim and attractive, with fine legs visible below the knee, feet in practical but stylish shoes. Her arms were firm and smooth, suited to the sleeveless summer style. Her expression was concerned, but practical. She came over and efficiently assessed the woman's state, then gestured for me to follow her down through the left-hand door, leading to the lower level of the House. Neither of us spoke.

These stairs curved down and their walls changed to rough-hewn pale granite. At their foot was the first cellar, a square space about 5 metres on a side, with three other doors leading from it, one per wall. Colette waved for me to follow her to the door on the right, which was standing ajar. 

We took the woman's wrists and attached them to the ornate posts that were at the edge of the dais which occupied a third of the modest-sized room. Sand-coloured walls had deep blue fabric hangings to lend style and soundproofing. The lighting was soft and left shadows in each corner. Her ankles were spread, leaving her facing out towards the door, legs widespread and head forward. I could still feel her trembling as I manipulated her into position, though the moisture in her groin was obvious. 

Once she was firmly attached, Colette assessed her again, this time including a finger in her cunt. Satisfied, she stepped over to a wall rack and selected a multi-tail whip of medium length. She paused to tie her hair back from her face, then stood before the woman I had delivered to her, swinging the whip gently. She nodded to me. Not a word had been spoken. As I closed the door and mounted the stairs again I heard the first stroke land.

I had other work this night, she was just my first job. I would be back in time for the next phase of her special night.

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Two and a half hours later I was back in the driveway of the House. The job had been just an airport pickup of a young and excited blonde girl. I transferred her to the residence of a couple who were well known to us at the House. We rated these people as 'high trust' which was lucky because the girl spoke no language that I knew, was probably Croatian or Albanian. She showed a Greek passport, which meant very little. I was very careful with new arrivals, especially those who were in a vulnerable position. We were aware that any question of trafficking would close our operation, with a serious risk of prison.

She was very beautiful, slim, smooth olive skin with large dark eyes and a narrow waist between a bold chest and robust hips. The only bondage she received from me was the seat belt across her (clothed) chest and hips. On arrival at the couple's home I escorted the girl to the door, where she was received in a warm and relaxed manner. As was usual, she had no luggage.

I parked 'Vito' in the drive, then let myself in at the main door. A blue pill went under my tongue. The hall clock was gently chiming midnight as I took the stairs down. 

It was a busy scene in the room with the blue drapes. All the overnight House staff were present, mostly naked and concentrating on the Chinese woman. She was lying on her back on the pad that topped the dais, with her legs spread and Jackie, the gardener, was hard at work between them, making her grunt with each thrust. His wiry shoulders and arms were gripping her around the knees. His sweat was dripping on to her body, to mix with hers.

I removed my shirt and trousers.

Colette had raised her skirt and was astride the woman's face, with her head thrown back. Beside her was Natalie, the 'housemaid', nude but for her ink and delicious as she plied the electric wand over the woman's breasts, making her twitch and gasp, though Colette was an effective gag. The woman's hand was gripping Fred's large penis as he knelt beside the tableau. He was a huge American man, nearly two metres tall and heavily muscled. 

While I was expecting some of this, I was surprised that all the crew were at work with her. Clearly none of the other rooms was in use tonight, or at least one of the team would have been either involved there, or monitoring the action. This was unusual for a Wednesday. The House was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, so Wednesday was often busy. 

Jackie's efforts came to their peak, his sweaty body shuddered as he filled his condom within her. There were two others already discarded beside the dais. This was clearly a long session already, before I even got there.

A glancing contact with the wand made him jerk upright and he stood abruptly, abandoning his grip on her legs. Natalie grinned at him- she was wicked and loved to challenge anyone that came near her. She took the chance to dance the wand over the woman's belly and cunt lips. Her twitching and moaning were a delight to see. Colette was clearly lost in her own world- she did not worry about being touched by the wand. She soon reached her climax, and leaned forward, letting her skirt brush the woman's face as she freed herself. 

Fred lay beside her, then signed for me to help sandwich her. He rolled on a condom with unconscious ease, then pulled her on top of him. I could see her flex as he slid his huge penis into her wet sex. Their great size difference was bizarre, He waved to me to join them. The condom went on easily, I was erect and excited by the glistening arse presented to me. I put my head to her entrance, it was moving as Fred moved inside her, so my entrance was made easier.

She writhed and moaned as she adjusted to the pressure of our two cocks working in her body. I could feel Fred's bulk moving through the thin membrane. Her internal muscles were starting to spasm around us, her orgasm was building. She clearly had some more to give us, despite the energy she had already used tonight. She and Fred came together, but I still had some way to go as her interior gave me little friction. She lay on her front as Fred moved away from us. I stroked deeply until she was ready to come again, with nothing touching her cunt. 

The moment had passed for me, so once her clenching had subsided I withdrew and stripped the condom away. She sighed deeply and rolled against me where I lay beside her. It felt natural to wrap my arms around her as she slipped into a doze. I was aware that we were alone in the room, now, with only a single low lamp burning. 

The clock upstairs chimed in the background, one. 

The next chime was three- I had slept two hours with her- an unusual occurrence. I rose and found my clothes, then admired her naked form while she slept. Gorgeous! There were fine red stripes across her back and I knew that Colette would have given equal treatment to her front- she was wickedly accurate with her tools.

Her ankles and wrists were still tied with leather straps, so I released them and found some lotion to soothe the reddened skin. Such things were always near to hand in all parts of the House. Her blindfold remained in place as I wiped away her smeared makeup.

The motion roused her from her dream and she murmured "thank you" in a quiet voice with a strong accent. I applied the cooling lotion to the marks I could see on her back, buttocks and thighs. There was scarcely a centimetre without a pink mark. None had broken the skin but where the marks crossed was often inflamed. Both anaesthetic and antiseptic effects of the lotion were important aftercare.

She rolled from her side, where she had slept, to her back so I could continue my work. Her breasts, belly and thighs were also marked pinkly, with more intense marking on her breasts and around her vulva. Colette knew how to bring a woman to heaven in many ways. This last was still very engorged and moist. She stretched luxuriously as I caressed each part of her with the cream. I felt each breast press into my hand as I worked there. 

Her body flinched as the cool cream touched her labia and the soft skin surrounding it, she sighed as I worked on her. As I finished, I returned the cream to its small cabinet and went to the large coffer against the far wall. A creamy blanket of finest cashmere wool was there, which I took and wrapped around her. She sighed again and curled a little within it. The night had cooled a little but the blanket was more for emotional support than physical.

"I will take you home, now, Miss." These were the first words I had spoken to her since I first saw her. 

"Would you please carry me?" Her voice was small and dreamy. I knelt and gathered her in my arms with her head on my shoulder-she was an easy load and I liked her breath on my neck. Her arms went lazily around my neck, which made me feel good and made the carry easier. 

I glanced around the room as I headed for the stairs. The day staff would have it set right again in no time. I was careful not to knock her on the wall as I climbed the stairs. The clock stood at five minutes to four. I had taken a long time to adapt to the hours of my work, but it had its benefits.

To be carried was quite a common request, but her next was not. 

As we reached the drive she asked, "please, may I sit with you in the front?" I had thought to offer her the choice of laying the rear seats flat for her, but this caught me off guard. 

"Certainly, if that is what you want, but the blindfold must stay on." I kept my voice calm, and followed House policy, but I was curious- this was a first in my time. We aimed to protect the exact location of our operation and very few clients had a clear idea of it. Most could have worked out the general district, especially if they knew Hong Kong well, but to bring others to our gate was my job alone. The vehicles had tinted rear glass that reduced vision both ways, so blindfolds were not the rule there.

I opened the front left door for her and eased her onto the seat. I placed the seat belt around the whole bundle of woman and blanket- I didn't want to break the spell she was enjoying. I started the engine and turned to go down the drive, making the van move gently and quietly. 

"I want to talk before I go back to my real-world life at home. Do you mind?" She did not look at me as she said this. "I am a lonely woman, these nights are very important to me. You have been very gentle and kind to me since I woke up. I appreciate that a great deal. I could have walked, but I wanted your strong arms around me a little more. I would like you to carry me to my bed soon." She glanced at me as she said this, I concentrated on the road. 

"While I know you will never tell me whether you fucked me, I hope you found pleasure using my body. I need to serve others and giving pleasure is my biggest thrill." I blushed at her words, despite my age and the life I was living. She moved her hips a little on the seat. "I have the feeling of being well-used, both fore and aft. Thank you. Do you have any questions for me?" She added. 

After running through a number of possibilities, I settled on asking one that I think I already knew the answer to. "I think you ordered tonight's programme for yourself, you are not anyone else's submissive. Is this so?"

Most of our clients came as couples or in other combinations. Singles were not rare, but were usually more surprised by what their lover had arranged for them. This woman had had no surprises this night.

"Yes, that is so. This is my second time at your premises by my own design. I was taken there once by my lover and at his command a second time, as he was too sick to be there. He died nearly two years ago, so I have to make it happen for myself now. This night was the best yet, and that is partly thanks to your care." Her voice remained quiet and gentle as she spoke, yet I could sense total sincerity. 

Another question occurred to me and I spoke without stopping to think, "why not find another man to serve?"

She hesitated, then said, "at a practical level, I have a large business to run, which he gave to me. I serve him still by that." She paused to think. "I bury myself in work to silence those feelings within me. These nights are my only outlet for those desires. One day that may change, until then I will carry on this way."

Her brutal honesty was surprising. In my experience wealthy people had many ways of justifying their lives and indulgences that only showed their lack of self-knowledge. The desperation that drove them to seek hedonic excess, that next orgasm or other high was transparent to all around them.




Driver



As I was considering her words we arrived at her building. I found a discreet parking space and came to open her door. She wrapped herself around me again, the softness and warmth of the blanket was pleasant in the cool of the early morning garage. I offered her the hooded cape, but she declined and nestled closer.

I carried her back to the lift and waited for it to chime. Her arms clung to me and she seemed to be trembling. By the twentieth floor I knew she was crying, silently and desperately. There was no-one else around, so at the forty-second I walked to her door. I fumbled for her hand and pressed the palm to her door, which swung open. Lights came up as we entered, I left my shoes by the door.

I carried her towards the bathroom, but she said, "no, the bedroom, now, please. I need to feel dirty with you." I complied and placed her on the large soft bed. In Cantonese she said "lights out" (the apartment darkened) and pulled me down beside her onto the bed. Her hands worked to strip my trousers and shirt from my body in a very short time. She turned herself to place her body within the curve of mine, spoon-fashion and I felt she was about to go back to sleep.

Her voice was low with desire as she said "I give you total freedom to use me in any way while you are here with me. I will need to sleep soon but I would love to give you pleasure. What would you like?"

I ran through many ideas, some of which I had done since taking this job. What an offer! My erection was pressing her backside, with the chemical help still evident. 

I eventually said, "I want your deepest, most passionate kiss, then I want to fall asleep with my cock buried in you." 

She turned to me and opened her mouth and seized mine with vigour, her tongue was like an eel and she was very focused on my sensations. I fancied I could taste a little of Colette's cunt flavour on her lips, which is the closest I would ever get, probably, to the real thing. After a long time she kissed my cheeks and eyes, murmured "a good choice", then turned to face away from me, slowly impaling herself on my cock. Her cunt muscles gripped me and continued to massage my erection for a long time until I discharged myself deeply within her.

My phone alarm beeped in my pants pocket and I reluctantly opened my eyes to the growing dawn at the windows. She woke quickly, to take my hand and lead me to her bathroom. She ran the shower while I emptied my bladder, then took me by the hand, leading me into the cool water. She expertly licked my cock clean, then soaped me all over, rinsed and massaged my shoulders. Her hands felt great as she washed my hair. She shut off the water, dried me with a fluffy towel and led me back to the bedroom. She made me stand still while she put on my trousers, buckled the belt and buttoned my plain shirt. 

"Thank you," she said. "I had forgotten what joy kissing a man could be. Thank you also for staying with me. I needed to be held and you were perfect." She kissed me again, long and deeply, then reached for her handbag by the mirror. Taking a card, she wrote swiftly on the back then gave it to me. 

"There you have my private number and WeChat contact. I would love to see you again soon. I will understand if you make a different choice, but I will be sad. Please don't speak about it now, wait until you have reflected for a while. Now you should go back to your life. Thank you once more." As she finished speaking she slipped to her knees on the floor and turned her face up to me. 

I left her with my mind racing and emotions on fire. She didn't even know my name.



Driver Ariel



Welcome to the Love and Limousines Chain Story. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be.

I hope you will enjoy the individual stories and let us know what you think of the hot stories.

SexSweetheart

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It was a typical day at Love Limo's; the chauffeurs were in the break room waiting for their assignments. They sat around chatting, reading, playing cards {such as, hearts, poker, solitaire}, and enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There were always plenty of things to munch on as well.

The more experienced drivers had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the strange things that had happened in the back seats of their limos. The stories were the usual, told over and over again by drivers.

The chauffeurs even had an on-going bet to see who had the hottest and steamiest story to tell. Each story teller tried to outdo the others with the outrageous nature of their experiences, whether real or pure fiction. Many of the stories involved formal dates to the prom, weddings, special occasions, and men with their girlfriends or the reverse.

It was driver Ariel's turn to tell her story about the adventure in the backseat.

All eyes turned to take in the lovely woman, Ariel, who was thirty-five years old. She hid her slightly shy, self-protective and reserved nature with mannerisms which many mistook as being boisterous and overbearing. She stood five foot five in her stocking feet, plus she had generous sized breasts with a nice hourglass shape and a bit of extra padding, but all in the right places. 

Ariel's beauty was enhanced by her long blonde hair which framed her fair skinned complexion. Her locks were naturally very straight and thin, which she hated with a passion. Every six months she would renew her perm to keep her hair curly, wavy, full, and bouncy. She always thought she looked better after refreshing her perm and having her curls highlighted with a lighter shade of blonde. Once her hair looked good to her, she felt better and walked with a bouncy step.

Her eyes were a sexy shade of azure blue with long curled eyelashes on which she used brown-black or blue mascara. She wore light shades of blue, brown, green, or purple shadows, with a hint of bone or gold overtop and a touch of pink or a light reddish-tan blush. Sometimes she would use a gold or silver glitter over her eyes and cheeks to make them sparkle in the light. Her lips shined with a frosty pink lipstick. The shades of her lipstick varied from a very light to a dark pink. When she smiled, it could light up the room because her smile was gorgeously bright and wide. It would show her slightly crooked teeth.

Her slacks, skirts, or split skirts were usually black, brown, or navy, with an ivory or white blouse. Many times she wore a matching jacket to go with the slacks, skirts, or split skirt. There were times that her jacket just laid on the passenger seat waiting to be put on.

Many would call Ariel's breasts voluptuous with an incredibly deep cleavage. She was known to wear blouses that were either low cut or else unbuttoned to show off her irresistible loveliness. Being proud of her shape, she let all the male drivers at Love Limo's think of ways that they might trick her into showing a little more. Their little stunts included having her bending over or reaching so that her blouse might hang down to reveal more breasts and cleavage and on occasion pop open. Other tricks had been designed so that the men might have an opportunity to crowd against her and rub their arms, backs, or chests against Ariel's treasures.

She always enjoyed watching them getting hard and aroused at their little games. Sometimes she would bump into one of the male drivers just to throw him off balance, or make him get a little aroused. After all, it was only fair to turn the tricks on them.

Ariel watched the women sitting back enjoying their beverages. As for the male population, they were getting bothered a little from the allure of her newest revealing blouse. She could see some of their eyes exploring her neckline as she began her story in a very sexually enthusiastic voice . . .

The day was going slowly and nothing of interest was going on in the backseat. The romantic audio story I had been listening to had finished and I forgot to bring additional dreamy or mystery stories to listen to. So far it had only been business people discussing their business affairs and going to the airport . . . Boring, boring, and more boring.

The driving was relaxing though, at least until my last fare. They were a strange couple, with the man being very rigid and unreasonable, as far as I could see. The man looked familiar, but I couldn't and still can't place him. I must have driven him before, but then again, faces start to blend together after seeing so many of them. But there was something about his presence that was strong and demanding. Yet, there was something extraordinarily alluring about him too that made butterflies start to take flight in my tummy.

Of course, I had the limo with the broken window between the driver seat and the backseat that day. That's what one gets when they arrive late for work.

{Everyone chuckled at the reference, knowing how true it was. Regaining her composure, she continued her story.}

This was okay when I was driving the business people because you can hear some great stock tips that way. I've listened to several of these tips and made a few bucks, not a fortune but enough to get a few extra necessities in life. Things like a forty-two inch plasma digital television, DVD player, a new car, etc.

{She got a few dirty looks from the other drivers – looks that said, * Why didn't you share them with us? * There were a number of tips that failed, or took a long time to turn a profit, as well, that's why she did not share.} Ignoring this, Ariel forged ahead with her tale.

This couple was exceedingly different than any other couple that I have driven before or since. They were not romantic, in a lovey-dovey way. He was demanding and seemed to be a little uncaring about the woman with him. I truly had wished the window was working at that point. I just didn't like the atmosphere around them.

Okay, let's back up to the beginning of the drive, before the man got in. Let me tell you about the woman that got into the limo around four in the afternoon.

A beautifully sexy woman named Yolanda was waiting near the waterfalls that had been built into the corporate building where I was to pick her up. She had to be in her thirties or forties and wearing a red business suit. She walked up to the limo as I pulled to the curb at the address the dispatch had given me. With her was a rolling case of some kind, something like a suitcase or a backpack, with a garment bag attached to it. I started to take it from her, but she refused to allow me; with ease, she took it into the limo with her. She put it on the backseat with her, along with her handbag and briefcase.

The woman was tall and slender, with fiery red hair that was luminous in the setting sun. It made me wish my hair could have that kind of beauty to it . . . {Ariel's voice drifted off with a wistful look before she shook herself back to reality and telling her story.}

Oh, well, back to the woman. The way the sunlight caught her head getting into the limo, it looked like her hair could be on fire. She had medium sized breasts that looked very firm, and long muscular legs. The skirt of the red suit she wore was down to her knees, but form fitting; it did have a small slit in the back that showed a little of the back of her legs above the knee. I wondered, with the skirt being that tight, how she could have the ability to take such long strides in her three-inch heels.

Ouch, my feet hurt to just look at those shoes. They had to be killers, being so high and pointed. Oh, my, they make my feet hurt just thinking about them now. Yet, she walked to the limo with an easy pace, as if the shoes weren't even there, almost as if she were walking on air or floating.

{* I wear pearlized metallic sandals, shoes or boots, which were always flats to one and half inch heels. Since I have high arches, everything I wear has rubber soles to give an extra bounce to my walk. * Ariel thought of her own foot comfort.}

Under her suit jacket there was only a white camisole with a lace appliqué that made you think she was wearing a tank top or a shell. The overall appearance of the woman would be very alluring to any straight man, and would make most women jealous and most gay women interested.

{Ariel noticed the other drivers were starting to get a little antsy. Some of the guys were rubbing their cocks, while others wiggled uncomfortably in their chairs. She just smiled to herself, at the reaction to just the description of this woman. * What would they be like when they heard the rest of the story? * she thought to herself.}

She was on her way to . . . let me think . . . oh yeah, to a men's club. The drive took around an hour or so, out into the countryside. During that time, she spent part of the time chatting about business on the phone; at least, I think it was business. She spoke so softly, I couldn't hear much of what she was saying. Then she started to change her clothes.

First, she stripped off everything she had on and I do mean everything.

{* All the male drivers look envious that it was me being treated to such a show and not them, * Ariel thought to herself, seeing those looks on their faces.}

She then meticulously folded each piece of clothing before putting it into the suitcase. After putting almost everything away, she pulled out a bottle of cold water from the mini bar. She poured some of the water on a wash cloth, and with a small bar of soap, she sponged down her body. I saw her playfully washing her breasts making her nipples hard; her breasts were quite firm and ample globes. The areolas were large circles which became taut ovals when she started to become sexually aroused. I saw she wanted an audience to see what she was doing . . . perhaps as her motivation to continue playing the way she was.

Continuing with her wash cloth, she cleansed her pussy by leaning back with her legs open wide over the edge of the seat. The cloth and her fingers played with her clit, and before I knew it, she started to moan. The moans started out very soft, and slowly grew louder as her fingers dipped into her sexual access. Her fingers began to increase her rhythm faster until I heard her climax with a loud squeal. She must have been spent from her playful fingers when her body collapsed against the seat. The air in the limo was filled with her sexual essence.

I was getting bothered watching her . . . listening to her . . . smelling her scent. My own fingers wanted to give me some release. When we hit a minor traffic jam caused by an accident up the road, I stopped the limo and reached down to rub my own sex. My fingers dug against the crotch of my dress slacks to provide myself some relief, but nothing happened. The pants were too stiff for that. So, I opened the zipper on my slacks to allow my hand to wiggle down into my panties, getting my fingers in between my pussy lips. I managed to get my fingers onto my G-spot and rubbed it a few times and the pressure pushing against my clit made me ooze. But it was not a climax, just a simple release of some of my juices from the mere touch of my fingers.

My aching foot slipped off the brake as my mind enjoyed the orgasm, causing me to jam on the brakes again. I was lucky, the car in front of me had moved up several car lengths when the traffic had moved on a little bit. Then I realized that I was not watching the traffic the way I should have been.

This near miss jarred us both back to reality, with Yolanda picking herself up off the floor of the limo. She was kneeling with her legs spread apart and leaning backwards on the floor with a towel under her, she poured some of the water over her pussy to cool it down. She whimpered a little when that cold water hit her hot, engorged lips. When I saw the way she jerked at that point, I figured it would leave one hell of a mess for me to clean up, but I was wrong. Before she continued to get dressed, she cleaned up the backseat and the carpeting. She had several towels with her to mop up the water. She put the wet wash cloth and towels into a large plastic zipper bag.

Yolanda continued to prepare for the evening by applying some aromatic oil on her skin. She rubbed it over her slender arms and hands, tummy, and breasts making her nipples harder; her skin started to glow luminously. Slowly, she shifted, applying oil to her neck and the parts of her back that she could reach with her hands. She got out a long rod of some kind with which she was able to apply it to the rest of her back. The way she wiggled her body and her moans of pleasure emanating from such a little thing as applying the oil was quite erotic. She looked like she was really getting off from what she was doing. I wondered how such a small occurrence could get anyone off.

After finishing her upper body, she started on her bottom with her fingers working into her crack. She finished off by smoothing the oil on her legs and feet, by holding her legs up one at time, with her toes touching the ceiling of the limo.

{* I shook my head at the thought of getting sexual gratification during Yolanda's preparation for the evening. How do you do that? * she wondered.}

Next, she took out a soft red glove that looked like a velvet mitt, which she rubbed all over her body. As it sensitized her skin, it absorbed the excessive oil as it caressed every inch. I could hear her moaning at the pleasure she was giving herself. Her moans were making me a bit hornier as they grew in volume. I found myself sighing softly with each of her moans.

When the traffic started to flow freely again, I noticed that beads of sweat had formed on my forehead from watching her. Being a strong heterosexual, I couldn't believe that I was getting turned on by watching this female being so sexually appealing. I was getting hotter by the second. I had to turn the temperature of the air conditioner lower. I changed it from a nice comfortable seventy to sixty-four. With that I got a cold blast of air in my face; this helped to restore me back to my senses.

{* I was still wondering how such a small occurrence could get anyone that aroused. Or was my being her audience which was making a difference for her? * Ariel just shook her head once again as she considered why anyone would be getting any sexual gratification while preparing oneself for an evening out.}

Out of her garment bag, she pulled a pair of black stockings with a floral design on the outside. Carefully, she stretched out her leg, twisting it as her hands smoothed the stocking up her leg. She made sure the floral design was straight on the outside on each of her legs. With her stockings on, she pulled on a black garter belt trimmed with hot pink ribbons. After lacing up the garter belt with hot pink cord, she attached the stockings to the belt, and made sure everything was smooth and properly adjusted.

Once she was satisfied with her stockings and garter belt, she pulled on her black panties, which had the same matching hot pink ribbon trim. They went up over the garter belt, and she made sure she was comfortable as she sat back on the seat. {* She probably wore the bikini panties over the garter belt because it would make things easier for her man to get access to her sex, * she reflected to herself.}

She smiled seductively as our eyes met in the rearview mirror. Her smile was . . . {Ariel shook her head, searching for a way to describe the woman's expression} She had a deceptive smile on her full lips. There was something mystical about those lips that I can't put into words. The hunger in her mouth was matched in her sultry light brown eyes. With her seductive eyes she showed me that she was enjoying what was going on and knew what it was doing to me as well.

As we were still parked on the highway in the traffic jam, I put the car in park again to relax my leg, and at the same time she got out a long black dress. She hung the dress on the hook over the side window. The dress was trimmed with pink edging and embroidered with various shades of pink roses with light green leaves over the entire halter style top.

From time to time, our eyes met in the mirror, and she always seemed to be smiling very sensuously at me. There was always a glint of pleasure in her eyes. Plus her smile said, 'I know you are enjoying the exhibition.'

There were three addresses that I had to go to for this passenger. The first was for picking Yolanda up, and at the second address, I had to pick up another passenger named Masterson. When I pulled up in front of the man's address Yolanda still had not put her dress on, nor had she put all her stuff away! I was a little surprised when I opened the car door for the most masculine looking man I had ever seen. He had a very sexy appearance and was unbelievably handsome. I stood there for a few moments holding onto the door, in view of the fact that I felt a little woozy.

The female passenger greeted him in a very sexy and tantalizing voice, "Evening, Master."

I looked in and saw her kneeling on the floor of the limo, bowing to him like he was some kind of god. I could partially understand her seeing him as a god, since he was so gorgeously masculine. Just looking at him could take a woman's breath away, and did mine.

I also noticed that she still hadn't put her dress on. Masterson just got in and sat down without saying anything which I could have heard. I got a glimpse of his eyes as he gave her a look of approval at the sight before him.

{* I guess I would like that too. Of course, it would have to be a guy bowing to me, * Ariel contemplated with a very sheepish smile. The others were sitting around her, started laughing at her tantalizing expression.}

After getting back into the front seat of the limo, I put it into gear and took off for the final location. I looked in the mirror and I could see him watching me with his lady sucking on his cock. Her head was bobbing up and down, making sounds of her sucking on him and he was staring at me. This made me wish the window between the front and back seat had been working properly. He gave me the creeps. I got goose bumps and cold shivers. In fact, I wished I had the limo with the dark window between the seats, or even the one with the sound proof backseat.

{* Yet he made me horny with everything he did, * was her private thought.}

I wondered why any female would allow herself to be used like that. She was working so hard to give this guy a blow job and he didn't react to it at all. At least there were no outward signs of a reaction that I could see. I thought how unfair of him to not give her any form of satisfaction. Every time she tried to reach for her own sex, a riding crop smacked her hard across the back. I could see the red welts forming on her back. She would moan . . . or was it a groan at the smack she received and then she apologized for disappointing him. Their musky aroma got stronger by the second as she was working on him. I could only imagine that she had to be dripping wet with her own sexual desires. Perhaps some day I will understand why he didn't just let her have some sexual pleasure of her own.

She had to be sick to be doing this for him, and he had to be just as depraved for not letting her have any fun, from what I could see. Were they sick for doing this? Why? I also astonished that she had to ask for forgiveness for trying to pleasure herself. Weird, very weird. I wouldn't apologize for wanting to get the full measure of pleasure from a sexual encounter.




Driver Ariel



{* Yet, I wished I was her. Was this what it's like to have a man control you sexually? Playing only by his rules? * my secretive thoughts kept running through my mind.}

I heard Masterson's masculine voice as he answered the phone; it was so sexually deep and erotic. {* I could feel his enticing voice appealing to my physiological needs, my sexual desires. There was a strange pulling on my inside, a tugging at my sexual core. * Ariel's mind came back to reality of the moment, along with the matter at hand.}

I heard him say something that was surprising. "Hello . . . yes, she is very much enjoying the show and the drive has been very disturbing for her. I could tell when I got in the limo that her slacks were already wet. I believe she wishes she could be part of the action . . . we will be continuing the show now and later. We are presently in a small traffic jam, but should get to the club on time," he said in a serious voice. Come to think of it, I never heard the phone ring as he removed the ear piece for his cell phone.

{* Why would he be telling someone on the phone what his female partner was doing? That was just as peculiar as the rest of the things that had been going on thus far. Was he talking about his partner? Or maybe he was talking about my reactions? Or the way I was feeling? This made me feel spooked, that he could know how I was feeling. How would he know that? Why would he be talking about me to anyone? I'm not anyone he knows; at least I don't think he knew me. More importantly, who was he talking to about me? * Ariel thought to herself once again.}

The woman stopped sucking on his cock long enough to release her tresses from the up sweeping French twist. Her mane had become messy from his fingers grabbing her head and working his fingers into her locks. She shook her curls free as she removed the ear piece from her ear, handing it to her Master. During the entire time she was getting changed, I never noticed the hands-free microphone in her ear, while viewing her in the mirror. Her ear piece didn't have a wire leading to the phone itself. More important, with all her moving around, I wonder where she kept the cell phone. Had her phone been on the entire time we were driving to pick him up?

Perhaps she was being instructed over the phone to do what she had done during the first part of the drive. Could this bastard be so deranged as to have her masturbating with me as the audience? That would be disturbingly outlandish, and it was very humiliating for me, when that thought struck me. I could feel my face turning bright red in embarrassment. Damn it, I wasn't just embarrassed at the idea, I was mortified by it.

As she knelt on the floor, she reached for the brush to smooth out her long, tumbling, free hair, leaving it cascading down past her shoulders. Actually her wavy locks went halfway down her back. Even in the dim light of the car, her hair's luster gave the appearance of it being on fire. His fingers ran through her silky curls causing her to lean her head against his hand, moaning with delight. I saw a small amount of caring in the way his hands led her head back to his erection for her to start working on him once again. He said something very softly to her, which made her chirp in delight. Then her head was buried in his lap, her mane fell over his lap like a flowing waterfall.

I could feel him staring at me again; every time I looked in the rearview mirror, I saw his eyes watching me. Those eyes were an intense emerald green, which made you think they could look right through you. His lips were set firm and they were full with a touch of devilishness to them.

I couldn't wait to get this couple to the club and out of my limo. The drive seemed to take forever, and then all of a sudden there I was, pulling up in front of the club. Of course, I had to wait in line to get to the main entrance way. It wasn't until I stopped the limo and went to open the back door that I saw the woman put on her dress. He stepped out of the limo first with the woman following like a little child. She smoothed out her dress as she stepped onto the sidewalk.

The woman moved into a position to have him close the heart shaped hooks on the front and back of the dress once they were standing together. The dress had a very deep V-neckline that went down to her belly button. The heart shaped clasps formed an empire waist line under her breasts. It covered her breasts fully, causing her to appear more alluring and sexy, while pushing up her breasts to show them off. Her cleavage was deep with the dress properly adjusted. I thought all the men's eyes would be on her with the way her breasts and cleavage was on display.

He kept readjusting her dress, while scrutinizing me holding the door open. I began to wonder what he found so interesting in me. I stood there with my navy blue pants suit on. I had a new white blouse I wore that day whose very low sweetheart neckline came just above my lace-edged bra. I suppose he was looking at my cleavage, being it has always been my feature attraction. For the first time, I felt a little shy about showing the roundness of my breasts. Or, it could have been my messy hair, since I hadn't the time to fix it. In addition, I had been to hot too put on the hat to hide my curls. After the way he looked at me, I decided never to leave the driver's seat without my hat covering my hair.

The man finally finished his playing with her dress when another man stepped up to greet him. This other guy had a leash attached to a silver collar around his woman's neck. From that woman's collar, there were silver chains that led down to a pair of cuffs and a chain waistband. At this point, I figured this guy had to be just as sick as my male passenger, or were these two couples going to some kind of costume party.

That's when the man I drove attached a gold link chain leash to a black pearlized collar with colored crystals that dangled on varying lengths of gold chains, then placed it around her neck as she held up her hair. From where I was standing, I heard a click as he closed the collar's clasp.

While he had been fussing with her dress, she pulled on a long pair of hot pink floral lace gloves. The gloves were the same shade of hot pink as the embroidery on her dress. They went up to the middle of her slender upper arm. He pulled out a matching black pearlized bracelet with dangling colored crystals and a floral ring made up of matching crystals with a long gold chain that was attached to the bracelet which she donned.

I watched her put on her pierced gypsy style chandelier earrings with matching crystals. When I looked at her entire outfit, I noticed the dress had slits up to the top of her legs on the sides. Plus, she was wearing thigh high black pearlized boots with a chain of matching crystals around her right ankle. All these accessories finished off her dress perfectly. I just wondered when she put on the boots. It must have been while we were waiting in line for the front entrance. That guy she was with must have had money, because all that jewelry, with expensive crystals, had to be a custom hand-crafted design.

The men walked towards the club holding the leashes. They headed into the club and the women's heads were bent down as they followed. The way the women walked they looked like they were ashamed of what was happening to them. If they were, then why were they putting up with this garbage from these men?

I watched Masterson walking away in his double-breasted tuxedo; he had to be at least six-foot-four, with wavy dark hair. He was broad shouldered with a slim waist, the perfect V-shape man. His legs were long and looked like they went on forever. They must have been very well developed. I could see he had a small butt, which I wanted to pinch, just to see how firm it was.

He must have come from a state where the cowboy fashion was common everyday clothing, because he wore what looked like white with black snakeskin cowboy boots that clicked against the ground as he walked. That's when I realized the tuxedo jacket was cowboy-styled with a yoke on the front and the back. The fabric of the jacket had a shine to it that made it glow in the lights from the entrance way to the club.

Instead of the usual bowtie, he wore a black leather shoe string tie with a gold slide. The colored crystals which decorated his slide matched the ones on the woman's extraordinary custom design jewelry. He had on an ivory colored dress shirt with French cuffs, and the tuxedo jacket sleeve had been pulled up just long enough to see the cuffs had a set of matching gold cufflinks with matching crystals.

The finishing touch was his black leather belt with a big gold buckle with what I believe had to be his initials, DM.

When my passengers were out of sight, I got into the limo and snatched my scarf off the seat in order to wipe my forehead with it. I had been dripping from sweat, which could have been caused by the hot weather or by watching this man. I took in several deep breaths before putting the car into drive again to pull into the area of the parking lot where the other drivers were parked waiting.

After relaxing there for a few moments, I got my brush out and raked it through my hair. I finished it off by putting it up in a barrette to get it off my neck. Sitting with the air conditioner blasting at me for a few minutes helped to cool me off; I turned the engine off and got out to greet the other drivers.

A number of the chauffeurs sat around at a card table, which someone must have brought for playing cards, or sitting in groups chatting, and still others were sleeping, waiting for their passengers. There was some kind of party going on, resulting in a wait of about four hours before all the guests would be coming out of the club.

I had gone into the club a couple of times to use the facilities before I found out they had prepared meals for all the drivers. I was told it was normal for this club to serve the chauffeurs during these affairs, knowing that everyone would get hungry and thirsty waiting. Many of the drivers sat around the small private dining room, eating, playing cards, or watching the game on the tube.

While I was eating, I kept hearing cheers and shouts of "Take it off," or " 'CUM' on baby, do it," along with other seedy comments. After listening to those comments for about twenty minutes, I had to see what was going on. I had asked a couple of the men what was going on in the other room, but they just snickered and kept on with what they were doing. Making a comment about finding out about the shouts, I heard a few sinister remarks from the male drivers about my going to investigate the party. At the time I just didn't understand why they looked at me funny or were making those comments as I left the room. Of course, in time I learned why they acted the way they did.

Slowly, I eased over to the large banquet room where the party was going on. I was shocked by what I saw. All the women were either stripping, totally naked, or wearing articles of lingerie that helped to accentuate the sexy curves of their body. Many of the women were gorgeous and shapely. Some were heavy, as well as beautiful.

Many of the women were entertaining the men in different ways and manners. I could see that all the men were enjoying what was happening; yet, there were some men who barely showed any emotions whatsoever. In the middle of the floor were a couple of women going at each other, but I could not see exactly what it was they were doing. I had just seen a few things, but I wanted to see more to understand what this was all about. I was going to step into the back of the hall to see what else was taking place. That's when the manager came over and asked me to leave. Oh, well, so much for seeing what other entertainment was in the works. As the manager forcibly walked me to the back door, I was then warned by him to stay out of that area of the club. I could come in to use the facilities, but I would be watched to make sure I behaved myself and stayed out of the restricted areas.

I should tell you, I was the only female there. I asked the men outside about the party going on, and they just laughed at me. They were different sizes and shapes. One of the less attractive men said, "Would you like to experience what's going on inside? I'm willing to show you. Come with me," he took my hand forcefully to pull me into the back of his limo. The next thing he knew, he was laying on the ground, grabbing his crotch from the shooting pains of getting kneed there. None of the men were laughing now. They looked at me in surprise at what I had done. There were a few men that gave me the thumbs up, with looks of approval.

{As Ariel mentioned kneeing the guy, all the men winced at the idea of the pain she inflicted, while shifting aimlessly in their seats. She and the other ladies giggled to themselves, knowing, for a change, the discomfort they were feeling.}

I went back to my own limo and leaned back in the front passenger seat just to relax. I put my portable radio on and fell asleep and I got a few moments of peaceful sleep.

{Ariel took a sip of her drink before continuing her tall tale, noticing the rapture expressions of her audience. The anticipation was building, and several male drivers were licking their lips as they listened. Taking a breath, Ariel continued.}

***************

I was alerted to the guests starting to leave the club when one of the drivers rapped on the window.

"Let's go, honey. They're starting to leave," he said, going back to his own limo. The man that alerted me was the only one that had always treated me with any kind of respect. The others had treated me like some kind of whore; many of the others tried to get in my pants, but none ever got their way.

I do have to say, there were a few of those guys that I would have loved to get to know a little better. {Ariel looked at the other ladies, some of which wanted to know more about those male chauffeurs, while some others scowled at her.} But I learned early in driving a limo not to get too friendly with them.

I got out of the passenger side to look around and to see if my passengers were exiting the club yet. I walked around the car to the driver's seat. {* That night, I could feel the moisture that was accumulating in my slacks' crotch. I must have been dreaming about what I had witnessed earlier that evening, * she remembered.}

Like all the other drivers, I got in line waiting for my passengers to come out. When Masterson and Yolanda came out of the club, she walked out toward the limos with the dress wrapped around her body. He was still leading her by the leash, but unlike her earlier demeanor, she looked ashamed, as if something didn't go right for her. Even that man had a look of disappointment that showed in the way that he walked; his face never changed expressions.

They waited at the curb for me to drive up closer to them, since there were six other limos in front of me. When I was a limo's length away from them, I put the limo in park and got out to open the back passenger door.

After they walked over to the limo, she handed the dress to her Master before either of them even got in. He got in first with the dress in his hand, and I could see that he just tossed it carelessly onto one of the seats. The woman stood there naked until he motioned for her to get in the limo and knelt on the floor in front of him, once again.

I observed that none of the others outside of the club even noticed what was going on. Of course, why would they? That's when I noticed that a number of the other women coming out of this club were dressed similarly to the way my female passenger was. They did the same thing with their dresses, handing the garments to their Masters before they entered their limos. All the male chauffeurs just stood there with silly grins on their faces, watching the nearly naked ladies getting into their limos. I could see a number of them had erections tenting their pants. Some also rubbed their cocks as they walked back to the driver seat. It was interesting to me that almost every man had the same reaction to these women.

{* What was this place? What went on in there all evening? I had only partial answers to these questions, and I was not about to ask the bastard in the backseat, * her same private thoughts ran through her mind.}

As I got in the line to get out of the parking lot, I noticed he pulled her up onto the seat next to him. He started to caress her body, sucking on her nipples. The noise and sight of his sucking made me forget what I was doing, resulting in my foot slipping off the brake. I then had to jam on the brakes to stop short for my turn to get on the road to the highway. I could hear him swearing at me as they slid off the seat.

"Damn, be more careful with your driving. Bitch," he said in a very strong, demanding voice.

"Sorry, Sir, they're cutting me off," I told him in response. Of course, I lied. I didn't want to admit to this bastard that he was the reason I hadn't been concentrating on my driving. What I really wanted to tell him was 'Get the hell out of my limo and walk home. I'll take the woman home and you can just bloody well walk. Or maybe one of your male buddies will drive you home.' But alas, I kept my mouth shut.

The couple got themselves situated on the seat again, with his hand moving down to her panty covered pussy and her legs opening up. The scent of her sex permeated the air once more. I had to open the car window to get some fresh air this time. The air conditioner was kept on sixty-four, to keep me cool and hopefully to cool off the couple in the backseat.

It was too late in the evening to be a careless driver. The last thing I needed was a ticket for that bastard having a naked lady in the backseat, since he was all over her on the drive back to his apartment.

He pulled off her panties and tossed them into the front seat next to me. He became extremely exasperated when I tossed them back towards him. I had picked them up with the pen I usually used to fill out the receipts. He picked up the pen and tossed it back into the front seat. I was lucky he didn't hit me in the head. I heard the pen land on the floor and left it there. When I got back to the garage, I tossed that pen into the garbage.

He proceeded to push his pants down and mounted her while she was lying on her back on the floor. He was paying only superficial attention to what he was doing to her. It seemed obvious that he was trying to entertain me for some perverted reason. He got a little more abusive to his woman whenever I paid more attention to the traffic than to him.

The asshole started to call her names such as bitch, whore, slut, and a few other colorful names. I listened to him telling her what to do, step by step. It was as if she didn't know what to do unless he told her. She performed every task or thing he wanted in order for her to pleasure him and not solicit further wrath. Her only reply to each of his instructions was, 'Yes, Master. Please, Master. Thank you, Master.' I just thought the whole situation was extremely peculiar.

I don't know everything that he did or didn't do with her during all of that time. I tried hard to concentrate and paid attention to my driving and nothing else. When he started to groan loudly, I felt like I was being pulled back to watching them; I paid some attention to their combined moans. These moans were getting to me; I became aware of myself getting wet. I was grateful that I had put on some panty protection for the long drive that I still had to make. I felt myself having a mental orgasm when we were stuck in another traffic jam, that time it was road construction. I must have been moaning myself, because I saw him laughing as our eyes met in the mirror. Damn it, I felt like my daddy had caught me playing with myself.




Driver Ariel



The couple shifted positions, to having her on all fours as he entered her from behind. Their pelvises were banging against each other as he grabbed a handful of her hair, with his other hand on her shoulder. He would release her shoulder periodically to give her a few hard smacks on her ass. With each tap, she bucked harder against him. Her loud moans of pleasure were coming from deep inside her belly.

I heard her begging to be allowed to cum. Why would anyone need to beg for such a natural reaction to a sexual act? More importantly, how did she control herself to not cum automatically when the need did arise?

He kept saying, "No." I just couldn't understand why he was being such a bastard about letting her have her sexual satisfaction.

I heard desperation in her voice pleading with her Master to allow her to cum. He didn't give her permission until his eyes met mine in the mirror one more time. I'm sure he could see the revulsion in my eyes. When she did cum, her outcry was ear splitting. He stopped thrusting in and out of her for what I had to believe was his own explosion within her sexual cavern.

When the car stopped for a traffic light, I noticed she looked like she was somewhere else, wanting something more. I just wasn't sure about what more she could want. Her body collapsed on the floor of the limo. He pulled out of her with a pop, spilling some of his seed on her back and the carpeting.

He leaned against the seat with his cock hanging down, drained of his salty seed. It was covered in their combined juices, but was still a good five inches in its relaxed state. It made me wonder just how long it could get at attention.

When he got himself back together, he took a new bottle of cold water out of the mini bar. He then took the wash cloth that was lying on top of the suitcase to clean himself off. After pulling up his pants and tucking his shirt back into his trousers again, he poured a little of the cold water on her back to clean her up. Her body jerked and a loud whimper came from her belly when the water was poured onto her back. With the wash cloth in hand, he wiped her off.

She turned over onto her back again, and her hands started to caress her own skin as he watched her. First they moved over the bottom of her breasts pushing them together. She held them together with one of her arms while her other hand moved down her belly towards her pussy. The second her hand touched her shaved pussy, his riding crop smacked it and her pussy. She yelped at the sting of the hit. Again, she started to beg for forgiveness. In addition, to the forgiveness, she begged him to allow her to masturbate in front of him until she could cum again. He let her play with herself, I could hear her moans. Again, he started to instruct her in what to do, and how to do it. She had to suck on her on tits after coating them with their combined juices. After some time, he let her finger fuck herself until she cried out when the orgasm washed over her, after he told her she could.

With her outcry, I found myself panting in rhythm with her. It was as if I was endeavoring to live through her vicariously. I could feel my own body responding to his commands and her pleading. There were several times I just wanted to holler at the guy to let the bitch cum already.

As the traffic started to move again, something else started to happen between them. I didn't hear the rest of the exchange between them, because he pulled her into his arms, setting her on the seat. I was too busy driving to really care. I saw and heard her crying into the shoulder of his jacket. It did get to the point where I just wanted to hear this bum tell her how well she had performed.

I pulled into the garage under his building. She was naked except for her gloves, jewelry, boots, stockings and garter belt. She got her belongings together, along with her suitcase on wheels to carry them into the elevator. He followed her into the elevator after signing the credit charge slip.

I looked into the limo as the elevator doors closed to see the mess on the floor that I would have to get washed before returning to Loves Limo's. * Thanks a lot * I thought, glancing back at the closed elevator doors with a nasty look. I also gave them the finger, they couldn't see it but it felt good to do it. It was a good thing that I added the cost of cleaning on to this guy's tab. I closed the back door and I got back into the limo. Man, what a strange pair they were.

Within ninety minutes, I had the car in the maintenance garage at Loves Limo's. I clocked out, got into my own car and went home to crash.

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What Ariel did not tell her fellow drivers was what Masterson did after he had signed the slip. He told her "Anytime you want, I would gladly take you on as a new submissive. I'll train you to be a very good sexual slave. You are a very hot and unsatisfied submissive bitch and I know what you need. I know what to do to fulfill the sexual desires and needs that are in your deepest dreams."

He then pushed his business card into her bra, causing shivers down her spine. His fingers reached far enough inside to tease her nipple, making her take in a sharp breath. He then moved down the middle of her chest toward her crotch, where he tried to grab her. He was unsuccessful because she took a step backwards. He only laughed as he walked away. "I know why you did that. You didn't want me to see how wet you are, bitch. One day, I will have you. You know it's what you want."

Ariel had a hard time breathing with him that close to her. She was able to feel how wet she had gotten when he touched her breast. She knew she had to get away from him, but the limo blocked her escape, so she was only able to take one step backwards, just in time.

* He's really sexy up close. His scent of dominance is overwhelming, * she thought when he stood over her.

Ariel was weak kneed as she walked back to the driver's seat. She sat behind the wheel, pulling herself together as a number of thoughts ran through her mind.

It took a few moments for her to finish pulling herself together before putting the limo in gear and driving back to the office. She could not wait to get home and take a nice, long, hot shower to cleanse herself of the evening's events.

Just as Ariel was starting to pull out of the garage, she saw him watching her again from the elevator. * How long had he been there? Why had he come back down? Or did he go up in the first place? Had he seen her give him the finger when she thought the doors were closed? * she wondered, as she turned the limo onto the road.

That was when she partially realized what she truly wanted. * I do want someone to take control of me, more than anything else. The only way I'm going to find out if I can be truly satisfied is to submit to a dominant man that wants me. Would I be willing to be trained by him? Would I be able to satisfy him? Or would he satisfy me? Is this what I really want from life? *

What annoyed her most on her drive back to home base is that he had been right about her wanting to get to know him. She wanted to find out about his world. She started to believe she longed for the right man to take control of her sexually. That was why that trip caused her so many unaccustomed emotional and mental problems, and now she had to deal with these issues.

She remembered that, for some time, she had been reading erotic stories with a strong male presence: dominate man, a Master, which had been turning her on more and more. Was she ready for this kind of relationship? Did she want a man like this? Was he the man for her? Was she supposed to be concerned about the lady that was with him this evening? Did she really want to be that woman?

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That night when Ariel got home, she quickly stripped off her pants suit heading into the shower. She always loved the fact that one of her stock tips paid off enough to get her a Jacuzzi. After taking that long hot shower she lay down in the Jacuzzi with the jets beating on her sore muscles.

Relaxing in the Jacuzzi, Ariel's hands started to roam her body, caressing her tense legs from her knees up to her demanding desire. All evening, her G-spot had wanted attention, undivided attention. Her fingers wandered from her pussy lips to her inner opening. She found the spot that was calling out to her. With her fingers she could not reach it the way she needed to get the satisfaction.

Reaching above the tub into the back of the cabinet, she pulled out a dildo. Sliding it between her engorged lips and into her pussy, the contact made her moan out in pure pleasurable relief. Starting out slowly at first, Ariel arranged her legs wide open leaning against the walls of the tub. With the aid of several of the jets pounding against both her openings she began to climb to her first orgasm.

The dildo jammed deep inside of her canal was eleven inches long and four inches thick. The thick ridged black jelly cock shaped dildo slid inside her causing her to moan softly at first. Lying back against the side of the tub with her neck resting on the edge, she increased the rhythm of the vibrating cock. With each thrust her moans got louder with each penetration, she felt it going deeper until it hit her deepest wall, causing her to let out an intense groan. After that deep belly groan, she thrust the cock in a few more times before she felt the orgasm explode through her body.

Her body kept shaking from the climax, making ripples because of her jerking in the water. Coming down from her climax high, her body settled down and the moans quieted down as well. Ariel lay back in the tub letting the jets of water pound on her as her legs straightened out in the tub. She left the vibrating cock inside her as her mind started to drift off into a light sleep.

"Did I give you permission to orgasm? Did I say that you could play with yourself? Did you get permission to use that vibrating cock?" the strong, sexy male voice said.

"Go to hell. Get out of here and leave me alone," Ariel said in a nasty voice, looking around to see who the voice belonged to. She saw no one, but that could not be, because she could hear him breathing. Getting out of the tub she looked around the bathroom, the hallway, and the bedroom, but there was no one there. "What the heck is going on?" she said aloud. There was a ringing of the phone and as she reached for the phone, she fell face forward into the cooling, pulsating water.

There was no ringing phone and she was shaking from the chill of the water. Letting the water out of the tub, she stepped into the shower to warm her body in the warm water. While drying herself off, she wondered how long she had been asleep in the tub. Looking at the clock she could not believe it showed six o'clock in the morning.

* I was asleep for almost two hours, wow, * she thought. Ariel dried herself off and set her hair before hitting the sheets. Being so tired, she tossed and turned for a while before falling into a deep peaceful sleep. As she fell into her dream level, she was thinking about that passenger, Masterson, and what he offered her.

Again she began to dream about him, only this time she was being held in his embrace, and his control. His lips were only mere inches from hers as her hand moved to caress the back of his head to pull it closer to her lips. This resulted in his pulling his lips away from her and pushing her arm down to her side. She sighed in disappointment at not getting that kiss she wanted.

"You don't control when I kiss you. I'm in control of what you receive and when you get it," Masterson said. He looked at her with his piercing greens in disappointment at her actions. "You do what I want you to and nothing more. Do you understand me?"

Ariel looked at him with tears in the corners of her baby blue eyes. She was confused and did not know what to say to him, or if she wanted to reply to his demand. Yes, he was demanding her to answer; she could see it in his eyes.

"Answer me. Do you understand me?" he demanded a second time, with a hard edge to his voice this time.

"I believe so," she said timidly. Her body started to shake in his embrace.

"Since you are new, I'll accept that answer this time. In the future, it will be a Yes or No answer," he told her as he released her from their embrace. Placing a hand on her shoulder he turned her left then right to inspect her body. His bright shining green eyes looked at her with pleasure, and he was pleased with what he saw.

Under his powerful gaze, she started to sway. Her legs were becoming weak, and she had to fight to remain standing. She felt like she was losing control over her mind.

Seeing her weakened state, both physically and mentally, he leaned over to kiss her. Her lips parted easily to allow his tongue to enter her mouth. Their tongues met to dance the sweet dance of her submission. Her body melted in his arms as her arms snaked around his shoulders to hold onto him.

What was happening to her? Ariel was enjoying all of the things happening to her, the butterflies in her tummy, wooziness of her mind, the hard throbbing of her heart, the sound of the blood pounding in her head. She was feeling more alive than she had before.

She imaged stripping off that tuxedo to get to see his physique. He had to have a great body, muscular and strong. There he stood over her; she could see the strings of muscles going across his broad shoulders into his thick neck. The muscles going down his arms rippled with strength that could hold her in an embrace that she could not break free from.

His chest was strong and firm and his chest hair was smoothed to his tanned skin. The chest hair was a dark brown, which made it look like a breast plate with a thin streak of hair going down to his belly button and past it. The sides of his tummy were clear of any dark hair.

The strip of hair continued down and exploded wide into his pubic hair. She noticed that he kept that hair trimmed close to his skin. His cock was getting aroused at the slightest touch of her fingers against it when she removed his clothes. It only took that feathery touch for his cock to spring alive to a small erection. Her fingertips stroked the partially engorged head, causing a little of his juices to ooze out onto her finger.

He watched her playing with his stiffening erection and the way she enjoyed the flavor of his cum. As she lifted her finger to her lips to lick the juices off, he helped to guide her finger in and out of her mouth. She started to finger fuck her mouth to enjoy the pleasure he was letting her have, as he leaned over for another kiss.

Ariel loved the way he was slowly seducing her to his way of life. He was showing the kindness that a Master can give her and she wanted more of it.

She continued to look over his physique as her gaze wondered down his legs. Masterson's legs were well developed into long thick branches of muscles that appeared as though his tanned skin had been poured on by a true artisan. His legs looked liked the statues of the god Apollo.

She noticed the only pale white parts in the area of his groin were his cock and his nuts. There was a thin white line that went around his hips to show the white cheeks up to the top of his crack.

Ariel stepped back at the overpowering presence of his naked body next to hers. On the one hand, she just wanted to jump his bones; while on the other hand, she wanted him to take total control of her sexuality. This scared her and so did those eyes that had been penetrating to her soul the entire time he was in the limo.

When she woke in the middle of the afternoon, he was on her mind. Even in her dreams, those eyes seemed to be watching her every movement. Each time she turned around, she was under his surveillance and he was there waiting for her to come to him. Ariel would come out of the bathroom and there he stood waiting. He was haunting her. Why doesn't he go away and stay away? Many times she would wake up in cold sweats, or shaking, or both.

One afternoon she woke up screaming. Why was she screaming? Was she scared that this is what she wanted? Or was screaming because he was . . .

When she awake, her mind's eye she could see him taking her to bed. Tying her to the bedpost and having his way with her. She would be naked with her legs spread eagle, with her ankles high in the air and her butt several inches off of the bed. He put a pillow under her to give support and a better entry point. Her arms were spread out as well and tied to the headboard.

Masterson entered her wet cavern and began to drive into her. She could feel his balls hitting her ass with each slow and powerful plunge. Her breasts lay there like large bowls of jelly wiggling in rhythm to his pounding. His hands moved up her belly to her breasts to pinch and squeeze the nipples. Moans of pleasure rang out of her as his thrusts became forceful, until she came with him in a major explosion.

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Ariel was pulled from her private thoughts as one of the other drivers accidentally kicked her in the shin. She suddenly realized that another driver had started to tell his tall tale of the steamy backseat encounter in a Love Limo's luxury car. She could not wait to see who had the hottest story of them all, just to get her mind off Masterson. That was when she heard one of the male co-workers urging, "So what happened then?"

Make sure you read what the other drivers have to say about their encounters. See who has the hottest or weirdest story.

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Driver Billy Ray



Disclaimer: All events and characters depicted within this story are imaginary. Any resemblance to real people or situations is pure coincidence.

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Welcome to the Love and Limousines Chain Story. Each author will be telling their own little tale of what happens in the backseat of the limousine. Each author will be using a different letter of the alphabet for the driver's name. Only time will tell what the driver's names will be.

I hope you will enjoy the individual stories and let us know what you think of the hot stories.

SexSweetheart

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It was a typical day at Love Limo's, the drivers were in the break room waiting for their assignments, as they sat around chatting, enjoying a cup of coffee, tea, soda or whatever. There was always something to munch on as well. They had a habit of exchanging their stories about some of the things that happened in the back seats of their limos. The stories were the usual told over and over again by drivers.

They had an on-going bet to see who had the hottest and steamiest story to tell. Many of the stories involved formal dates to the prom, weddings, special occasions, and men with their girlfriends or the reverse.

It was driver Billy Ray's turn to tell his story about the adventure in the backseat.

Billy Ray was a somewhat attractive man. He was about average height, with mousy brown hair and rosy cheeks. His green eyes often sparkled with mischief, capturing the attention of those who would, more often than not, look past a heavyset man. With his jolly demeanor, the extra weight he carried seemed to suit him. 

Billy Ray leaned back in his chair and began to speak, "Well, I don't rightly know if I can top Ariel or Ernest, but I'll tell my tale anyway." Billy Ray looked around the break room at all the horny faces. "Y'all sure you wanna hear this, now? I mean, I don't hafta tell ya what happened iffen it'll be too much for ya."

A chorus of groans filled the room. One voice said, "C'mon, ya damned redneck, get on with it, I got bidness to attend to."

Billy Ray chuckled and spat tobacco into his empty pop can. "All righty then."

"I pulled up at Ms. Donovan's right on time and blew the horn to let her know I was there. I got out of the car and started to knock on the door just as she opened it. She sure was a looker. The auburn haired beauty was lookin' mighty fine in the white spandex dress she was wearin'. The way it hugged her curves I was wishing I was the dress, let me tell ya.

I introduced myself, 'My name's Billy Ray, ma'am, and I'll be driving you to the airport this morning.'

'Kathleen Donovan,' she said with a nod, 'my luggage is here inside the doorway.'

I picked up her luggage and took it to the car while she locked up. When she got to the car, I opened the door and I'll be damned if her dress didn't hike up enough for me to see the tops of her stockings. I noticed the grin on her face and it got me wondering if she hadn't done it on purpose."

A woman's voice asked, "Stockings?"

"Yep, stockings. I've been around the block a few times in my forty years, but I didn't think ladies wore stockings anymore."

"Maybe they're making a come back," the man next to him said as he nudged Billy Ray with his elbow.

"I reckon so," Billy Ray said with a grin. "Anyway, I got in the car and pulled away from the house, hoping she hadn't noticed the tent in my britches. I couldn't help but watch her in the rear-view mirror. She kept smiling to herself and patting her curls. She looked smug, like she was up to something. 

All of a sudden she got this huge grin on her face and she reached down to smooth the stocking on her right leg. I thought I was gonna bust when she ran both hands up her leg, pulling her dress up above the stockings. Then, by hell, she did the other leg too and her dress pulled up even further. 

Well, I did what any other red blooded man would do. I craned my neck trying to get a better view. I reckon she read my mind, cause I'm sure she wasn't lookin', Ms. Donovan opened her legs a little wider and I could see her pussy. There weren't nary a hair on it. I don't know what she'd been doin' that morning, or if she was turned on by me, or what, but her pussy was wet as all get out.

She shocked the hell out of me when she spoke. 'Behave yourself, darlin'. Get me to the airport in one piece and on time and you'll have your chance.' She laughed when she said that.

Well, I gathered my wits about me right quick. I wasn't about to let that opportunity slip through my hands. I said, 'Yes, ma'am! May I ask you a question, ma'am?'

'Sure,' she said, 'what would you like to know, Billy Ray?'

'Ma'am, does your pussy taste as sweet as it looks?' I turned my head and winked at her."

Laughter filled the break room. 

"Well, I couldn't just look at her, I was driving after all, so I turned back around. 

When she said, 'Hmm, let's find out, shall we?' I glanced up at the rear-view mirror just in time to see her dip a finger into her pussy and bring it to her lips. 

Ms. Donovan winked at me and said, 'Oh my, yes, it does. I would love for you to taste it. Remember the deal, one piece and on time.'

Well, I just about busted a nut, as you can imagine. I says to her, 'Yes, ma'am! One piece and on time for a taste of that sweet bald pussy.' I couldn't believe my luck, her being a classy lady and all. I wondered if she'd let me fuck her too, or iffen I'd just get to lick her slit.

Well, that lady started strokin' her pussy. I glanced at her face and she winked at me. Let me tell ya, she was puttin' on one hell of a show. She opened her pussy lips and played with her clit, dipping her fingers inside her pussy for lube. 

'Like what you see, Billy Ray?' I could hear the wickedness in her voice when she asked that question. 

I gave her the only answer I could, 'Oh, yes, ma'am. Please, don't stop.' At that point I had to stroke my cock through my britches. In hindsight it might have been a dumb request. It was clear she had no intention of stopping. 

She slid her middle finger deep inside her pussy and stroked it in and out. I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. When she propped one leg up on the seat and rubbed her clit in a furious fashion, I couldn't help it, I rubbed my cock through my britches just as fast as she rubbed her clit. 

When her moans became louder and closer together, I lost it. I heard her cry of release just as I came. Thank God I didn't wreck the car in the process. I saw her face in the mirror. She was wearing a crooked, smug grin and seemed damned proud of herself for makin' me lose control. 

Ms. Donovan said, 'Enjoy yourself, Billy Ray?'

'Yes, ma'am! But I'll enjoy tasting and fucking you even more, ma'am,' slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. 

'Just remember our deal, Billy Ray,' she says, as if I was gonna forget," Billy Ray said with a laugh. 

"Not likely, Billy Ray. Sounds like she was hot to trot."

"Yep, that she was. She sat back and closed her eyes for the rest of the trip. When I got to the airport, I drove around to the long-term parking area, because it has the fewest cars in it. I parked in a space at the very back and shut off the motor. 

Ms. Donovan says to me, 'Thank you, Billy Ray. Now, come back here and taste my sweet pussy.' 

'Yes, ma'am!' I said. I damned near killed myself scrambling out of the car and into the back seat with her. 

She lifted her dress up over that sweet ass of hers. I grabbed her hips and buried my face in her pussy. It was just as sweet as it looked, y'all. I licked her clit and shoved my tongue into her hole as far as I could get it to go. I used my thumb to rub her clit and she got awful squirmy. She bucked up to meet my thrusting tongue and hollered real loud when she came. Sweet pussy juice flooded my mouth and I savored every drop. 

When she was finished jerkin' and carryin' on, I sat up and undid my britches. Her eyes got real wide when she saw how hard I was, but I sure didn't stop. I buried my cock all the way in her sloppy, wet pussy. I didn't expect her to be so damned tight and almost blew my load before I'd even got started. I had to stop for a minute and think about huntin' to get myself under control. 

I started moving inside her, slow and easy, but that wasn't what she wanted, no siree. She hollered, 'Fuck me, Billy Ray! Fuck me hard and fast!' and she sank her nails into my hips, like spurs. Whooee!

Well, I couldn't do nothin' but oblige. I am a gentleman, ya know."

Billy Ray's co-workers laughed so hard at that statement, one of them fell off his chair. 

"I fucked her just as hard and fast as I could. I thought for sure that I was gonna hurt her, but she just kept beggin' for more. When we came, I thought the world was gonna explode. She yelled so loud, I'm surprised y'all didn't hear it clear over here.  

I rested on her until my cock slipped out of her pussy, and then I sat up. I know I was grinnin' like some lunatic, but I just couldn't help it. I fastened my britches and said, 'Thank you, ma'am.' I got out of the car and slid back behind the wheel. 

I watched Ms. Donovan in the rear-view mirror as she used a handkerchief to clean herself up. 'My pleasure,' she said. Yeah, she was pleasured all right." Billy Ray grinned. "She straightened up her dress as I drove around to the passenger drop-off. I stopped the car, got out and opened her door. She held her hand out for me to help her out of the car. It seems her legs were a little wobbly.

I opened the trunk and set her luggage on the curb. She handed me a huge tip and said, 'I'll request you the next time I need a lift to the airport, Billy Ray. Thank you for a wonderful ride.' The grin on her face was as wicked and sinful as they come, but you can bet your sweet ass I'm waitin' for that call. I thanked her and got back in the car. As I drove away, I watched her in the rear-view mirror and I'll be damned if she wasn't flirtin' with the skycap." 

"That was one hell of a tale, Billy Ray." 

"It was also one hell of a fuck," Billy Ray said with a wink. "Who's next?"