Drive Amber home

Amber is fixing her makeup in the back seat while I start driving us back to out apartment building. I hear a chime, then catch her smiling into the glow of her phone.

"Is that from your husband?"

"Yes." She looks at me for a few second before deciding to let me in on the joke. "I told him that I just did sexual favors for money and that I am sorry that he is now married to a whore." My pulse quickens at her language, especially because I helped make it true.

"Fuck... Well, I'm hard forever now," I say to myself, shaking my head, eyebrows raised.

"Then I told him that I haven't cum yet and asked permission to fuck my driver." She stares at me in the mirror with sultry eyes. I try to focus on the road, but every time I look back, I lock eyes with her again. She bites her lip. The fourth time I look back I realize she is masterbating. I lean back in my seat and give my package a little adjustment. Her phone chimes again. She crawls forward into the passenger seat with her dress bunched up around her waist, giving me a good look at her ass and narrow red panties. I resist an urge to bite it as it goes by. She drops into the seat and adjusts it to get more space. She bends toward me, looking up at me with big green eyes as her hands work to free my erection.

“What did he say?” I ask, acutely aware of how pinched my cock feels in its captivity.

“Who knows. I didn’t read it.... You might want to take the long way home.” She pries my dick free, letting it straighten to its full length. “Oh, baby...” She stops to grab her phone again, holds it up and takes a selfie with my raging dick.

I take the phone from her and use my pimp voice. “Don’t just look at it, suck it.” I get onto a freeway ramp so I can pay more attention to what she is doing to me. She gives me an apologetic look and says, “I’m sorry I cost you money, sir. I’ll make it up to you now.” Then she takes it in her mouth. She extends her tongue down my shaft and waggles it, then goes deeper, waggles again, then goes deeper yet. I groan, grateful that I can put the car on cruise control for a while. I watch her lift up, then repeat the swallowing act. She has skills, I have to admit. I add operating a cell phone to my potential driving violations, by switching to her texting app and read the last message from her husband.

Max: Fuck that is hot baby. I can't wait. I'm coming back now so we can fuck while you tell me what happened.

I type a reply for her.

Kaitlyn: Too late can't help myself. Just look at this thing. See you later baby.

And I attach the picture she took of my cock. Then I send a copy to myself.

Amber's blowjob skills are impressive.

The phone chimes.

Max: Fuck baby.

Max: Let me know when you will be back

Max: I will be waiting.

"What are you doing?”

“Focus on your job, whore,” I say with a little pleasure in my voice. She narrows her eyes, but there is a lusty fire in them.

“Yes, sir.” She takes my cock back in her mouth and works it harder, almost taking it all the way despite the awkward angle. I toss her phone into the back seat. I put on the radio and relax. It would be nice if I could watch her work, but this is pretty great. Perhaps I relax a little too much. I am jarred from my enjoyment when a sudden gust of wind rocks the car, forcing me to take firm control of the steering wheel and pay more attention. I could enjoy this all day, but it feels like it is time to park somewhere and take repayment in the form that I want. A few blocks after taking the next exit, I find a nearly empty parking lot for an office building. When I shut off the car she finally sits up and looks around.

“Where are we?”

“A mile from home.” I slide my seat back as far as it will go. “I want you to pay me back with your pussy.”

“Couldn’t wait long enough to drive the last mile?” She smirks.

“Your husband is going to be home waiting for you.”

“He doesn’t get back until...” She looks at the phone in the back seat, then at me. She leans back to grab it.

“Sit on my cock,” I order. She distractedly straddles me while checking her messages. Her face turns pink. “You...messaged my husband?”

“You weren’t even going to read it. I sent a courtesy message. And an honest one.” Her face goes red. I reach down and feel her pussy. It is soaking. The moment I slide a finger in, her hot grool drips into my hand. “Fuck you are wet.” I line up my cock with one hand and pull her hip down with the other. I feel her sopping lips spreading easily when she suddenly slaps both her hand down on my chest, eyes wide.

“Wait! I-I’m supposed to use a condom,” she says. Neither of us moves. The very tip of my cock is already wedged in her hole, and her soft elastic tissues slowly stretch themselves to accommodate the domed shape. We watch each other for long seconds, waiting to see who acts first. I give my cock a single hard flex, forcing it in a quarter inch deeper. Her ragged breath betrays her poker face. She waits another second, closes her eyes, feeling her pussy relax just enough to feel it swallow up the rest of the head all on its own. She takes in a deep breath, then she frowns and pulls herself off. “...You have one, right?” She almost looks worried.

I sigh inwardly. That was hot as hell, and was about to get even hotter. I reach into my pocket and hand it to her. She rips it open and rolls it on as fast as she can, then she watches it slide into her eager hole. As she sinks down onto me we moan together. With me deep inside, we hold the position, each enjoying the feelings of filling and being filled. She smiles at me, then she rolls her shoulder forward and she slides a strap of her dress down, followed the other, then pulls the front of her dress and bra down together. Her perky B-cups with slightly puffy, light pink nipples look impossibly soft and delicate. I feel my restraint give way. I grab them with as much speed as she had snatching the condom from me. I squeeze them roughly and start thrusting up into her with wild abandon. I have been waiting for this for hours. Now I am taking her pussy like I own it. I grab her hips and growl, pistoning upward. After taking it for a several minutes, she leans forward, putting her hands on to the shoulders of my seat. I am only vaguely aware of anything other than pounding into her. There is a blur of moaning, of red hair brushing over me, of my hands grabbing her soft curves and fingers clawing into her. She finally gets my attention when she starts talking dirty.

“What do you think—AH—my whore pussy—AHH—is worth, sir?”

“That depends on—what the customer—can pay. I’d charge one-hundred—to fuck this pussy. More—after I train you.”

“Thank you, sir. AHH—That's generous that you would—AH—train my whore pussy. AHH—This feels so fucking good! AH—I’m such a lucky whore."

"I can't train your cunt properly with a condom."

"AHH—I want to feel your cock—AH—without a condom. I’ll have to—AHH—talk to my husband about—AHH—making an exception—AAH—for my pimp.” The slapping sounds get wetter with every dirty sentence.

She sit up as straight as she has room for and she takes control. I relax and watch her do the work while I hold back my orgasm. The street lights reflect off of her sweaty body, diffused through the fogged over windows. Her curves glisten in the soft glow in a way that strikes me as a beautiful composition. I feel around for my phone and take a picture of her, capturing her sexy body and close-to-orgasm lusty face. She seems too blissed-out to mind. She finds an angle that she likes and rides me, rocking her hips in a way that levers my dick into the back of her pussy, making soft contact with her cervix. She makes a pained grunt and her eyes flutter. Despite the expression of discomfort, she slowly exaggerates the motion. I hold myself still as she puts her hands on my abs to help her lift herself up, then lets herself drop onto my pole with a thud. Her eyes close for several seconds at a time, getting increasingly glassy each time she bottoms out on me. Her moaning gets quieter, getting lost in some dimension between pleasure and pain. It is fascinating to watch, like a person fucking on hallucinogens. She is completely unaware of me anymore. With each thud, her limbs get weaker and she sits on me longer, impaled to her cervix. Her open mouth lets out the ragged exhale of enduring something intense. She is right on the edge.

“Cum for me, whore.” I hold her hips down and flex my cock. Her eyes roll back she spasms, making a wild, unladylike squeal. Her arms give out completely and she collapses onto me with a wet slap. I breathe hard for several seconds, slowly realizing she has been limp and unresponsive the whole time, long enough to make me worry. Then she moans, pushing herself up dreamily, drooling.

“What happened?” She mumbles.

“You passed out.”

“Oh.” She says flatly. “I think my husband will love that.” She drops her head back down.

I help her back in her seat and drive us home. She is unstable on her feet, so I also give her an arm as we walk. When she gets to her door and opens it, I hang back in the hallway to listen before entering mine.

“Kaitlyn! I was getting worried! Wow, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, baby...I’m... I had fun... I got fucked hard, baby... just like you asked.” The door closed.