Mr. Johnson picks Daisy up for some car fun

In the best of times, Mr. Johnson was not a careful driver. His car was too fancy to drive slow, he always said. 1:43 AM with half a hard-on was not the best of times for him. He lived half an hour roughly from Daisy's apartment, but there he was, before even 2 AM. And there Daisy was, wearing the skintight red dress over some very revealing lingerie on the sidewalk outside her building, ready to make her money. One guy had already offered her a ride, but she'd turned him down. Mr. Johnson's money was better, and didn't cause any tax problems.

"Fuck. You look fucking amazing," he said after the windows rolled down.

"Thanks, sir," Daisy said. She figured she could probably cut the pretense, but he liked to be called sir. She gave him a little curtsey and walked up to the door.

His jeans were already undone, and he had made it the whole drive without going soft. For a man in his fifties, Daisy found that pretty amazing. And enticing. It was all she could pay attention to.

Mr. Johnson was on the road again. "Don't just look at it, I didn't come all the way over here for the view."

"Yes, sir," Daisy said happily, and she freed it from its boxers. This was an old routine. He pulled up outside her building and she serviced him with her mouth. She was an expert. Tonight, she was feeling even friskier than usual. She pulled up the hemline of her dress so that he could see the skimpy thong underneath. Her boss allowed himself to be distracted from the stick to grab a handful of her milky white ass as she rubbed her face against his cock. "He's beautiful," she said. He'd heard that before. But it had been true every time.

She opened her mouth and allowed it to fill her up to her throat. He had long ago trained the gag reflex out of her, but she let a sound escape her mouth just to satisfy his ego. One hand played with his balls while she moved her head up and down his shaft.

"Youuuu fucking slut," he growled. He had given up his hold on her ass to grab a ball of her hair and guide it up and down.

She hummed something muffled onto his cock as she kept holding his balls. If you could've understood her, this is what you would've heard her say:

"Yes, Daddy."