Heading to the hills with Jodie in the backseat

Once again Felix pulled the car away from the curb and rejoined the slow rush hour traffic. I had only briefly glanced at the route on his phone so all I knew was that our Passenger was headed to one of the very nice neighbourhoods in the hills overlooking the city. Rush hour is the best time for oral since there aren’t a lot of hard swerves or sudden braking. And ill timed manoeuvre can be quite painful for both the Passenger and Attendant. I’m glad I married such a good driver.

Our Passenger let out a long, satisfied grunt as I got back to work on his penis. After a couple of minutes of silence (other than slurping, sucking, and slobbering noises) I realised that he hadn’t said anything in awhile. I knew it was my responsibility as his Attendant to see that all of his Requests were met. Perhaps a little encouragement would get him talking again?

I pulled my mouth off and said, “Please Sir,” while continuing to stoke him with my left hand, “I really need to feel a hot load of cum in my mouth. Are you gonna give me what I need?” Then I licked all around his scrotum while looking up into his eyes; his erection pressed against my face and partially obstructed my view. “Are these balls full of the yummy, tasty cream I desire? Oh please Sir, tell me they are!”

He stretched his arms out to touch the doors on either side. His fingers groped around as if searching for something to grip. But he stared straight at me.

“Oh yes, you kinky bitch. You’ll get your fill.”

I smiled wickedly and swallowed three inches of him down, swirling my tongue around and sucking all of the saliva that I could into my mouth. Then I pulled off and hovered my lips a hand’s width above the tip of his erection. My hand had all of his foreskin pulled down and the crown was bright red and swollen with blood. I slowly let a thick glob of spit drip from the tip of my tongue down onto him, then loudly sucked it all back in as I dove down. The string of saliva never even broke.

Having no more words to add for the moment I simply moaned as I worked. Plenty of passengers had mentioned liking the vibrations on their erections when I did this.

“Fuck yeah, just like that.”

The car began to speed up. Felix must have us out on the highway now. In a few minutes we’d be passing the exit that takes us back to our apartment but it wasn’t time to head home. Not yet. It was only out first hour tonight. We’d go farther into the suburbs to deliver this Passenger and then start scanning the list of potential others. Chances were good that someone was looking to go the other way back towards downtown for a night out or a graveyard shift, or some domestic labourer would need a ride home to our neighbourhood. EZcort was a lot more comfortable than taking the bus, and plenty of people were willing to spend a good portion of their take home pay on it. We could be at it for two, three, even four hours before coming home in need of a long shower and a full night’s sleep.

“How wet are those panties, bitch? I paid good money for them and I wanna be smelling them long after your cuck up front drops me off.”

Our Passenger’s words pulled me out of my daydream. Focus, Jodie! You’ve got a job to do.

Stroking him with two hands this time I said, “Sir, you could unload every last little bit of cum in your nutsack right across a fresh pair, plus the pathetic dribbles my husband can muster and the loads of every one of the dozen other men who’ve fucked me this week and it wouldn’t come close to the dripping, swampy mess pressed up against my cunt right now.”

I gave an exaggerated squirm of my hips to indicate how uncomfortable my labia felt (or would have felt if that were the case. True, I had plenty of natural lubrication soaked into the fabric, but I had used a great deal of artistic license to create that image. Still the Passenger paid for the Requests, and the Requests must be obeyed).

“A dozen?” You like whorin’ that much?” His grin showed off perfectly clean, perfectly straight, perfectly capped teeth in one of the most monstrous smiles I had ever seen.

I didn’t break eye contact. My wide tongue licked from his perineum to his frenulum. I said, “No, Sir, I just like cum that much. I’d do it for fucking free,” and swallowed him down inch by inch. Each bob of my head was accompanied by the nastiest throat sounds I could muster.

Sensing he was close I moved my hands under my skirt and pulled my panties down to my knees. He saw what I was doing and urged me along, moving his legs as wide as they would go in the cramped confines of the back seat. Without stopping the repetitive bobbing motion of my head I lifted first my knees and then my feet, pulling the damp underwear past them in turn.

“Give them here!” he barked and I lifted my right hand up towards him. The panties dangled off my index finger, moving closer and closer to his face.

“Get ready… hrm… cumbucket.” His words were coming in short grunts now. I moved my left hand to hold the base of his erection in place in anticipation of his built up ejaculation. With one last heavy grunt he pulled my right hand towards his nose and inhaled sharply. Obviously he enjoyed the smell of female genitals because he immediately roared out and began filling my mouth. I counted seven heavy spurts hitting the back of my throat and then a few more seconds of slow, quivering dribbles.

Our Passenger settled back into his seat, acting as though the act had placed a great weight on top of him. I untangled my finger from my (now his) used panties. I sealed up my lips as his withering penis pulled from my mouth. I leaned back, sitting my bare bottom on my heels. With the now free finger I pointed at my mouth and fixed him with an angelic, questioning look.

He panted “Yeah… show me…” so I opened my mouth wide and let all of his semen pool onto my tongue.

“An I thwallow, Thir?”

After closing his eyes for a moment he took one more look and answered, “Yeah slut, swallow your reward.”

I gulped it down with a smile.

“Thank you, Sir. Do you have any other requests? In case you weren’t aware your COMPLETION comes with optional CLEANUP at no additional charge. Or do you want to work up a second blast of throat-yoghurt to try and satisfy my spunk-guzzling needs?”

I laid my head on his knee and gazed longingly at his soft member.

“Not that this slut is ever likely to be satisfied. Even by a virile tiger like you, Sir.”

In response he rolled down the window and looked out into the twilight. We were on a residential street now, having taken an exit while I was preoccupied. After considering it for a few seconds he said, “No, I’m all done for tonight. And I’ll be home soon.” He folded up the panties and put them into his breast pocket, then patted the seat next to him as he tucked his genitals back into his boxers.

“Come and get comfortable for real. Just don’t breathe that nasty shit in my direction.”

Having completed the Requests I smiled and did as he said. No sooner had I put on my seat belt than Felix pulled us into the private driveway of an impressively large two-storey house. The yard was well manicured, with a tall old tree for shade and several large bushes with colourful flowers. Felix came around to our Passenger’s side to open his door. The man got out without looking back but I heard him say something like, “You’ll be on my list of favourites for sure.” Then he zipped his pants back up, took his briefcase from Felix and began walking towards his front door.

I stayed in the back as Felix drove us about a block away and found a convenient place to park. He rolled down all the windows to let in some fresh air as I got out to stretch my legs. It was stiff going for a minute or two as I rubbed the feeling back into my thighs and rolled my ankles around. Once I felt a bit more human I walked to the back of the car and right on cue Felix popped the trunk. I reached for the small suitcase we kept there and opened the zippered compartment that held spare panties. I pulled out another random pair, it didn’t matter much what I grabbed as they were all cheap and disposable. But apparently valuable to the right people. Bending slightly at the knees and waist I stepped into them and brought them up into position as I stood up straight. With the zipper closed once again I closed the trunk with a satisfying thud.

With a sigh of relief I plopped myself down in the front passenger seat. Felix handed me a breath mint, then took one himself before kissing me on the lips; one of our little rituals after an ORAL TO COMPLETION request. It’s these little moments that make you know you have a real partner, more than just a husband.

Then we both looked to our phones to see what the shift had in store for us next.