I've Got Spirit, But Will I Get Spunk?

He's the one that pulls me away. Just grabs me by the hair on the back of my head and roughly drags me off of him, leaving me breathing heavily while he holds me less than a foot away from him.

"Damn girl," he whistles, "You kiss like you want to get on my cock and ride. You sure you're not up for a fuck?"

"I know my worth," I snarl, and he laughs loud and uproarious.

"I like that. You've got spirit. You've got spunk."

The fat old driver pulls me in for a kiss again, this time releasing his grip on my hand on his bulge so he can paw at my chest once, quick and hard. Pinching my nipple before pulling me back from him once more.

"I like that spirit. I'm going to thoroughly enjoy breaking it."

Roughly he pushes me again, this time ditching me back onto the other side of the cab. I was so off balance, leaning over him, that this move nearly sends me ass over tea kettle tumbling and I wind up in a tangle while he chuckles at me.

"Still never told me what you're willing to do," he sneers, "Said plenty about what you don't want. But what you want..."

His voice trails away as I feel his hands on me once more.

In trying to right myself I'd twisted around and was on hands and knees, my back to him. This gave the lecherous old driver the perfect opportunity to slide his hand up and under my skirt, palming and squeezing one cheek of my ass in a way that made me tense.

It was just so deliberate, so very crude. It was him just reaching out, not even testing but pushing the limits and seeing how I'd react and the only thing I could do was freeze up and bite down hard because the last thing I should do was moan.

Even if it was all that I wanted.

And that instinct became so much harder to suppress when his thumb drifted into the crevice between my cheeks and, like a homing missile, pressed right against the taut button of my asshole.

My eyes went wide as I felt the connection, only the fabric of my panties keeping us apart. And then my mouth fell open as I felt him push forward a little, pushing the tip of his thumb a little into me.

Just enough that I could feel myself part.

I'd never felt anything like it before. I'd never experimented with anal by any stretch of the imagination, never had any part of anything or anyone in me or any part of me inside of someone else. Not as a guy or as a girl. Not there.

And I didn't know what I expected from the sensation exactly but I did know that I didn't expect it to feel good. Not really.

I mean I'd kind of wanted to try it from the guys end of things, for all the reasons that guys wanted that. Because it was tight and because it was new and because... well because it was kind of naughty, wrong and taboo.

But being on the opposite end of that? That was...

Look, I know this is going to sound ridiculous considering everything I've done and considering the fact that I am who I am right now and the fact that I am...

I've sucked cock. I mean I've really sucked cock. I've tasted cum and I've felt men explode and I've gotten off on that, gotten off on the fact that they got off on me.

And I've gone farther than I ever had before and had cravings that I never really knew or believed it was possible for me to have but... but...

But the butt feels like something different.

The butt feels like a line.

The only question is, is it a line that I'm willing to cross?

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