See if you can get something more

"I'm glad you enjoyed that" you say, flicking a stray blob of cum from your hands onto the street. The driver pants and hands you a bundle, which includes a shirt and some trousers. It's a start, but no where near a full set of clothes.

"Hmm, perhaps there's something more you can offer?" you ask.

"I can't take any more from the laundry, I'll be lucky if they don't miss those" he says.

You notice that the driver is about your height, though a bulkier build. Some of his own clothing might fit you.

"Do you own a suit, I wonder?" you ask.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" he says, worried, but intrigued.

"Perhaps it might be safer for your job if you could give me some of your clothes instead. And I can repay your kindness a little more...thoroughly"

The driver looks nervous, but you can see a hunger in his eyes. He nods.

"Hop in the back of the cart" he tells you. You comply while he quickly finishes unloading the clothes. Once finished, he closes the doors and begins driving. It's sometime before the cart comes to a stop. You hear him unhitching the horse and then silence for a long while.

You begin to wonder if he's been detained or lost his nerve when suddenly the doors of the cart open up. He quickly gets inside the dark space with you and hands you a hanger with a suit on it.

"From my wedding. I don't wear it anymore, except for funerals. The missus won't notice it gone" he says anxiously. You can barely make out his shape in the dark.

"Thank you" you say, laying the suit to one side.

"Let's be quick, the missus will be home after her shift." he says, advancing on you.

His earlier timidity has been eclipsed by lust as he pulls you in close. His hands run over your body and you feel a finger probing your backside, pushing inside.

"Turn around" he says. You comply, after all, it is his wedding suit, and besides, this would count as one of your 80. He's doubtless native. He spits on your hole and pushes the head of his cock up against your crack. After a couple of false starts, he successfully enters you, rather briskly.

You can tell he's rushing, half due to lust, half because of the time constraint. He wastes no time in pushing his entire length into you and then pumping his hips. You moan appreciatively as he fucks you, encouraging him to increase the pace and ****. You actually rather enjoy yourself. His rough handling is a welcome change from your usual encounters. Something about the mans common status is rather arousing. The driver reaches around and finds your hard cock, which he begins to work as he fucks you.

You push back in time with the drivers thrusts, increasing the **** until at last there is a grunt as the driver unloads inside you. A few pumps more of your own cock and you spill your own load on the floor of the cart. Panting, the driver pulls out and licks his hand clean.

"Get dressed quick, I'll leave the door unlocked" he says, giving your ass one last squeeze. And with that he leaves.