Spreading his cheeks in the backseat

Jodie followed the directions carefully and soon she came to a stop in front of a wrought iron gate. The intricate twists and curves of the black metal were decorated with rosettes and topped with gilded fleurs-de-lis. The walls around the property looked like smooth adobe or concrete painted white, with carefully manicured evergreen bushes spaced evenly along their length. The place didn’t shout money, but hummed it in the background.

I took a moment to adjust the leather choker Attendant bowtie around my neck one final time and said, “Remember to just breathe and think through each manoeuvre as you go. Look ahead on the map and plan which lane you need to be in.”

Jodie was less experienced at driving than me after mostly using public transit through high school and university.

“I know. I know,” she replied. “Who’s wearing the cap right now, hmm? A CHAUFFEUR PAYS ATTENTION TO THE ROAD.”

We both stepped out of the car. I took a deep breath and said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk down to you. You’ve got a great, clean driving record. I just…”

“Get nervous that I’ll get into a scrape that will lose us future business?” she finished for me.

She pressed the intercom buzzer built into the gate. I hung my head a bit as she waited. Not even three seconds went by before a bright voice, it sounded like a woman, said, “Yes?” through the speaker.

“Good evening, your EZcort is here.” I could hear my wife’s bright smile in her voice and I hoped that meant she wouldn’t hold my words against me.

“Ooh, wonderful! We’ll be right out.”

Sure enough the front door of the house opened up and a man and woman stepped out. They were at the other end of a long driveway, maybe thirty yards away, and started walking towards us with purpose. The couple was very smartly dressed for a night out. Not exactly black tie but definitely good enough for any upscale dining dress code. The man’s suit and tie combo was navy blue with touches of silver. It matched the woman’s glittering, metallic dress and dark shawl; as she took each rapid little step the slit down her left side would open up all the way from her ankle to her upper thigh. She carried a small silver purse in one hand and a much heftier shoulder bag in the other.

With only a few moments to spare I turned to Jodie.

“Yes, I worry. But deep down I know I don’t need to. Not when I’m with you, right?”

She smirked and I melted a little.

“Not even a little bit, Felix. Not when we’re a team.”

I wanted to kiss her. We wanted to kiss each other. We could both feel it. But within seconds the gate was rolling to the side and our two Passengers stepped up to us. They were not only well dressed but also in very good shape for their ages. Both were early middle aged, perhaps mid 40s, with dark hair that didn’t show any sign of grey yet.

“Good evening,” said the man as he tucked his cell phone back into his jacket’s breast pocket. It probably controlled the gate and any other security they had. “I’m Franklin.” He offered his hand to shake and I took it. The feeling of his skin on mine was electric. I got goosebumps up and down my arm and wanted nothing more than for him to pull my hand towards his crotch and feel my upcoming treat. But he released me after only a couple firm shakes. His grip was just as firm as I’d hoped.

“Felix,” I managed, nearly tongue-tied.

“And I’m Carolyn,” added the woman, “Or Carol. Either is good for me. And aren’t you a dish!” She gave an approving look to Jodie.

“Thank you, Carol. You both look lovely this evening as well. Is this a special occasion?”

Franklin and Carolyn drew their arms around each other for a warm embrace, kissing passionately in front of us. Then they leaned their heads away and Franklin answered, “Fifteen years of marriage. Fifteen years of bliss.”

Carolyn’s voice dropped into a huskier tone, “And a return to some of our old habits.”

The couple shared a little chuckle and I found myself saying, “I’m looking forward to some bliss as well tonight. And there’s nothing wrong with indulging a habit or two…. even a bad habit.”

They kissed again quickly until Carolyn pushed her husband away. She then held out the shoulder bag and said, “We won’t need this until the ride home, can it stay with you?”

Jodie, a good Chauffeur, took it with a smile. “Of course. We have plenty of storage space and you already have your return trip held in reservation.” She went to put it in our trunk while I opened up the passenger side rear door.

“How would you like it? I mean, how would you like to arrange seating?” I asked. I was getting more flustered the closer that Franklin stood to me.

“First up is you and me in the back,” replied Franklin. “Carolyn will watch from the passenger’s seat. Maybe direct a little. She likes control.” I felt my heart rise up in my throat at his words, and the swelling start in my groin. His presence was definitely doing something to me and I liked it. But still, I had to be professional. I had a job to do.

Oh God how I wanted to do that job!

I opened up Carolyn’s door for her and closed it gently before getting into the back seat. Franklin had already removed his jacket and tie. I couldn’t see them but Jodie had probably stashed them in the trunk; she was just closing it as I took my place and we keep at least two sets of dry cleaner bags with hangers back there for Passengers’ clothes.

Or our own, as the case may be.

The engine started up again and Jodie consulted the map to their destination. “it will be approximately 25 minutes until we arrive,” she said in the smooth, calm voice she used when being a Chauffeur, “if traffic holds steady.”

Franklin braced himself as the car accelerated gently away from the curb but I used the opportunity to slide forward off the seat and place my head on his knee. Neither of us had put on seatbelts, which are not required for EZcort rides due to a recent change in the driving laws. Yet another way that EZcort works with all levels of government to keep things running smoothly.

“Can I start? Please?” My eyes flicked up from Franklin’s crotch to his face, then over my shoulder to his wife. Carolyn had her belt on but was twisted around in her seat so that she could look at her husband. She had her own phone in her hand and was fiddling with something on it. Their profile was for a shared account so she was likely selecting Requests. Sure enough my phone, still docked on the dashboard, soon let out its familiar brrt-brrt.

REFER TO PASSENGERS BY NAME

FOLLOW VERBAL INSTRUCTIONS WITH ENTHUSIASM

DIRTY TALK LEVEL 1

“Yes you can, honey. Start by taking off my husband’s pants.”

I smiled and sighed as my fingers reached for his belt buckle and button fly. With both of them open Franklin lifted his hips so that I could slip the pants down his thighs and leave them pooled at his ankles.

“Thank you, Carolyn,” I said, rubbing my cheek against the bare skin of his legs as my fingers moved down to slip off his loafers and tuck then safely away under the seat. “I don’t mean to rush things, Franklin. You get to set the pace. It’s just been too long since a nice man has used me.”

“Feeling ****, Felix,” Franklin’s voice was so confident it seemed more of a statement than a question.

“Yes! I’m **** for it. Longing for it. Hungry for it.” I kept on rubbing the side of my face against his body.

“Hand those up to me, honey,” said Carolyn. I absentmindedly passed her the pants then grabbed both of my Passenger’s knees. “Is he what you wanted, Frankie?”

I gazed up into his face, admiring his clean shaven look and his dark eyes. Every part of me was held in tension waiting for their approval. For his approval especially.

AN ATTENDANT OBEYS ALL REQUESTS

**** TO BE USED

I don’t know if he hesitated for even a moment, or if time just stretched out achingly in my head. But when I heard him say, “Yes, Carol. Felix is being the perfect toy,” it was like breathing freely after an eternity of suffocating.

I wanted to seize on this moment.

“Frankie, please, I want to take off your briefs. I want to see what you have for me.” I was wiggling my ass back and forth and pressing his knees apart. “I want to see the hard dick that’s going to slip inside me. YOUR dick, Frankie.”

He just nodded and smiled, so I waited. His smile turned to a frown after a moment.

“The instructions have to be verbal, honey,” Carol reminded him. “Yes you can, Felix.”

As quick as I could his briefs were down and off his legs and I got to see my prize. He was half hard, a lovely uncircumcised dick hanging down over a full, hairy ballsack, twitching occasionally. I moaned in appreciation and asked, “Should I strip down for you now?”

“You can, but only with one hand,” Frankie answered. “The other I want to stroke me hard.”

I started to do as I was told, working my own pants and underwear down to my ankles with my left hand while taking his manhood into my right. I gently squeezed at first, just getting a test of how firm he was already, then pressed it against his stomach with my palm. As I was deftly removing my shoes and socks I had my thumb and forefinger pulling back his foreskin. With the head out in the open I spat into my palm and got it nice and slick. All the while I was telling him how much I liked the look of it, and the way it felt in my hand, how much I was looking forward to getting him inside me.

When he was fully erect Franklin pushed me away. At that point I was in just my dress shirt and the Attendant’s bowtie.

“Get your shirt off.” His breath was ragged.

Carol moaned and tapped her phone. “And keep talking,” she added.

Brrt-brrt

DIRTY TALK LEVEL 2

One by one my fingers found and released the buttons on my shirt.

“A cock as good as yours needs a good place to put it. And I’ve got just the place. Anyone can give you a blowjob, and your wife Carol probably has a slick, juicy pussy. But you want to invade another man’s ass. Isn’t that what you were looking for? To wedge that thick, fucking rod in between two masculine cheeks? Please, Frankie, split my ass open and fill it with your jizz.”

As slowly and sensually as I dared I pulled my last piece of real clothing away from my body, leaving me in nothing but the leather choker. My own erection was pointed straight up in excitement. Around my feet were the crumpled remains of my garments but that didn’t matter. That was typical of time in the backseat. They would be fine when I needed them again. I didn’t need them now. I needed cock.

Franklin took hold of his cock and slowly tapped it against his stomach.

“Damn. He’s got it bad.”

He was looking right into my eyes but directing his words to his wife. She simply added a breathy “Uh huh”. She wasn’t really the focus for me, though. Franklin was. And his cock. That sweet looking, nicely shaped, perfect length of cock that I wanted so badly to have inside me.

“Lube up my husband’s cock, Felix.”

Without breaking eye contact with her husband I followed her directions. I slathered lube from the small bottle into my hands and then ran them up and down his length.

“Oh yes, Frankie. Part of me want to just swallow this thing whole and **** on it. But it looks good all slick like that, I bet it will fit in my ass just perfectly. Exactly what I need. Please can I have it?”

As I quickly cleaned my hands off on a spare towel Carol said, “I want to see you perched right on top of it. Ready to drop down. But don’t you dare do it yet.”

Franklin shifted towards the middle and leaned back in the seat as I placed my knees on either side of his hips. He held that lovely cock of his straight up under me. I could feel it brush the back of my legs and occasionally my ass cheeks. My rosebud felt like it was winking in anticipation of what was to come. I felt so empty inside but so close to relief. So close to Frankie.

“Fuck. This was such a good idea, Carolyn. I love you.” He was still looking right at me but I knew the words weren’t for me. That was okay. I didn’t want words, I wanted his dick.

“Please… please…please…” I muttered under my breath.

“I love you too, Frankie.” I was worried she would keep me waiting, but Carolyn didn’t seem to be cruel at heart. “Go ahead, Felix,” she said. “Sink yourself down on that pole.”

“Thank you, Carol! Thank you, Frankie!” I shouted as I found my mark and pressed my hole against his tip. Franklin held it steady as I added more and more pressure until it popped past my anal ring. My mouth kept running a mile a minute but I couldn’t tell you what I was saying. Expressing my gratitude, certainly, and asking for more, and letting them know how good and big it felt. But the specifics escaped me.

What I can tell you is how amazing it felt. Inch by inch I sank a little lower, only to rise up until he threatened to pop out of me, before lowering my ass down again to take even more inside. Within two minutes every last bit of him was in me, that thick, erect penis lodged in my bowels. And God did it feel good!

I continued to rise up and down. Frankie grabbed my ass and set the pace. My own cock was trapped between our stomachs and rubbed as I rose and fell.

“Is that good, darling?” Carol asked from up front.

“Yes,” Franklin grunted. “Fuck. As good as when we used to swap in university.”

I was having trouble catching my breath but still getting words out when I could. “Mmm, so deep… all the way… inside me… fuck… so good…. your cock… is heaven, Frankie.”

“Hear that, Frankie?” asked Carol, “It’s heaven. I know, I agree. I like this Felix we’ve found. How fortunate. What lovely F words. F is for Frankie. And Felix. F is for ‘fuck me faster’. And F is for…”

Brrt-brrt

DIRTY TALK LEVEL 3

“FAG FUCKTOY! Fuck my little faggot ass and fill me with cum. Your fat cock fits me just right. My asshole is gonna slurp spunk out of your cock. Drain your balls in your fucktoy! PLEASE!”

Franklin’s hips under me started to buck up to match the quick pace of my riding.

“I better do what he says.”

Then his hands were on my chest, my neck, my face. So were hers, up and down my back, in my hair, feeling my ass and legs flex and relax. The car was filled with the sounds of two grown men grunting, one grown woman moaning, and the occasional tick of the turn signal. Fast and faster he went and as much as I wanted it to stretch on forever I knew that it couldn’t and I knew that he wouldn’t and soon it had ended and he had me held tightly against his body, my face nuzzled against his neck, his balls pulled up tight against my ass cheeks, his warm seed invading me and my mind was at peace.

Fuck. It felt good.

In those moments afterwards, as his body trembled in little ways and his wife’s hands fell away from my sweaty skin, I knew real peace. He had gotten good use out of me. Despite the raging hard on I had digging into his abs I wasn’t tempted to seek my own release. That wasn’t my job right now.

AN ATTENDANT FOCUSES ON THE PASSENGERS

“That looked so hot,” said Carolyn.

“It felt better than hot. I hope you get it that good later,” he and his wife shared a soft laugh at that. Then he tapped me on the back and said, “Time to clean up. No more talking.”

Slowly we drifted apart. As Franklin loosened his grip I pulled each of my limbs free and once again sank down to the floor. I took one of our supply containers out from under a seat and used a soft, clean towel to get most of the mess off his softened dick and his now empty balls. I felt some of his cum drip out of me onto my bare legs but I would wait to handle that. I finished him off with a couple of gentle strokes with a wet wipe and then helped him with his boxers, pants, and shoes.

I stayed down there by his feet, in the somewhat cramped space behind his wife’s seat, with the towel under me to catch any more spills and just waiting for any other Requests. A little time passed but they didn’t ask for anything else. Then the car came to a stop.

Jodie said, “Here we are, enjoy your anniversary dinner.”

She got out of the car and moved all the way around the back to open Carolyn’s door first. Standard procedure for EZcort unless otherwise specified is ‘ladies first’.

“Thank you so much. I’m really looking forward to MY turn,” Carolyn said as she stepped out. Jodie then went back around to Franklin’s door. He had been running his fingers up and down the side of my face. I felt a pang of absence as he got up to leave.

I stayed where I was, though, as the three of them exchanged a few more words. It sounded like they weren’t expecting to be much more than an hour. Carol wanted to skip the cake and have her dessert on the ride home.

Once the couple turned to walk into the restaurant my wife tossed me a pair of sweatpants from the trunk. I slipped them on and moved to sit up front with her. I let out a huge sigh as my legs could stretch out once more.

“We’ve got some time to kill while we’re held in reserve. Is there anything you need aside from a place to get changed?”

“Yes. How about we stop for gas and a bathroom break?” I asked. “Pick up a snack, get a coffee… make out a little.”

She stuck her tongue out at me.

“You horndog!”

“Mmm, did you say corndogs? Sounds good.” I winked at her.

She did like to tease me about it but we both knew that when we got home we’d be at each other for a while before we could fall asleep. My erection had started to deflate the moment Franklin was out of sight but that build up had to go somewhere eventually. Still, he had used me exactly as he wanted. And that felt good. Even with the lack of release that was a very satisfying ride.