HUNDO EXPANSION | COLLABORATION
Driver 2
Agent Ranch Hand (Ranch) had an open invitation to complete the first part of a story, and the below is what I came up with. His first part can be found here:
I could hardly believe I was actually going through with this! But this had been my plan all along. The little red dress. The crimson lipstick. The expensive perfume. The fashionable haircut. I just needed one night of forbidden passion before tying the knot and living the rest of my days in Tinysville. Was it cheating? Sure. I didn’t care.
And this man — Rod the app said his name was — he sure took my bait. As he drove into the parking lot of the luxury hotel, I saw through the lamps and shadows that his jeans were barely containing his erection. It looked like his cock would live up to his name. Could a woman truly experience sexual pleasure? I’d bet Rod was the guy to show me.
He whistled. “You certainly splurged on the digs during your stay.”
“Oh Darlin’, I have a remote job headquartered in this very city. Big city dollars can go a long way in a small town.” I really emphasized my Southern twang so he knew where I was from. “I’ve had some money saved.”
“You’ve been planning this awhile, have you?”
“Oh yes.” I’d been saving for a while for no particular reason, but when the reason presented itself, I pounced.
He parked and even did the gentlemanly thing of opening my door. I smiled and walked with practiced steps into the hotel. I’d never worn heels this high. But judging by his practically tent-poled pants, I don’t think he paid any attention to my awkward walking.
By the time we got to my hotel suite in the upper levels, my expensive thong undies were soaked and juices were dripping down my leg. I’d never been this turned on by my fiancé.
“Oh Angie, you’re so fucking hot!” He kissed me on the lips with a passion I never felt before.
I fumbled for the key-card and slid it into the door, and managed to break from his lips enough to say, “Tonight, call me Angel.” I go by Angie on the app and in general but Angel’s my given name. I never liked the purity of it. But tonight, I loved the irony.
As soon as the door opened, we tore off our clothes. We never even made it to the bedroom. He bent me over the back of the suite’s living room couch and entered me from behind. All I wore now were the high heels. I moaned. God, he was so much larger than my fiancé. We rocked back and forth like that for several thrusts, then he touched my pussy in a way my soon-to-be husband never did.
Electric pleasure shot through my entire being. “Holy shit!” I screamed and moaned uncontrollably. Eyes rolled into the back of my head and I forgot how to form words. Rod kept up rubbing my pussy and the pleasure only increased. Plateaus of bliss were only superseded by higher plateaus. Higher and higher they climbed till my body reached a peak and it spasmed uncontrollably. I lost balance on the heels and yelped one last gigantic moan. Still shaking, I collapsed on the couch, and somewhat frightened. For the first time this evening I felt I wasn’t in control .
“Did I just take your virginity?”
I shook my head. Unable to speak still, the shock registering on my face. Finally, I was able to say, “I did it a few times with him. He really liked it but I was very meh about it.”
“So, this is the first time you came?”
I nodded. “I guess so.” I got the whole idea of this trip from a chat with two female colleagues over Zoom. They were bragging about how good their orgasms were. “When I asked him, he told me the female orgasm is a myth.”
Rod chuckled. “Your fiancé lied or doesn’t know himself. Female orgasms are definitely a thing. And my trans girlfriend Lily tells me when she comes now, they’re a lot more intense than when she was a dude. She even has me beat by a tad in cock size. I’m kinda jealous of her.”
I scrunched up on the couch, covering my bits. “You have a girlfriend, and she’s trans?”
“Yeah, two of them. Well, the other — Grace — she’s cis…born female and still identifies as female. I live with them. They’re hot blondes, like you. I certainly have a type.” He chuckled. “We each have several fuck buddies, and the occasional random person that shows up. Like you.”
“And y’all are okay with that?!”
“Of course.” Rod grinned, showing pearly white teeth. I didn’t want to think of him as a deranged pervert. “Totally open, consensual, non-monogamy.”
The wheels in my head were turning. My brain told me how wrong this was but my body responded in a much different, pleasant way. It uncurled and I instinctually rubbed my pussy the way Rod had done. Rubbing my clitoris, I thought. Lances of pleasure shot through my body. I said, “We need to do that again.”
We went into the bedroom, where Rod fucked me missionary style and I had another explosive orgasm. How could something that feels so good be so wrong? Then we flipped positions and I rode his cock like a cowgirl.
“Fuck, you have such nice tits,” he said.
I grabbed them, pinched my nipples, moaned at the sensation. I’d never even played with my breasts before tonight. “Thanks,” I said, breathily, riding my way to the next climax. “Fiancé shamed me for them. Called them whore’s tits.” I could make money doing this! The thought intrigued me, tingled me. What the hell was I thinking? Contemplating doing the world’s oldest profession!
“What an asshole,” Rod said. “Not that there’s anything wrong with whores, but I’m sure he didn’t mean it as a compliment. I dated a whore for a while. We joked I was her free client.”
Could I be a whore? And it be a good thing? The thought titillated me, ramped up my desire. “Oh shit! I’m cumming again!” Once again, the orgasm ripped through me and my body writhed and shuddered.
Rod pulled me off and flipped me down onto the king-size bed. “I have the control of a porn star, but I have my limits.” He shot his load onto my glorious boobs before falling to my side on the bed. “Fuck. You were better than I expected.”
“Same.” I lazily rubbed my clit, wanting to cum again. “I can’t go back to him. Not after this. I have a remote job. Shit, it’d probably be better to move here. I could find — ”
“You could live with us.”
I looked at him like he must be joking. “Seriously?”
“Well, I’d have to run it by the girls, but I’m sure they’d be up to it. We could always use the help with rent.”
“Wow. That’s generous.”
“I gotta warn you though: there’s lots of fucking.”
Pleasure spiked at that sentence. “Ooo, I think my cunt loves that idea.”
“Does she now?” Rod inserted fingers in my sopping wet hole and locked my lips with much more gusto than fiancé ever did.
How I loved this unexpected turn in my life!
