Driver Part 2
He likes ‘em crazy-continuation of Agent Ranch Hand (Ranch) Driver Hundo-Link at bottom
I really didn’t want to go back home to Sulking Squirrel, VT. My parents wanted me to marry this idiot they found at arrangedmarriage4u.com. But I will be damned if he’s gonna fill up my womb with emotionally constipated idiots. If they want me to breed, it will be with a man of MY choosing!
Now in the city, miles away from disaster, this cute uber driver with a beard and a southern drawl took me sightseeing in his uber, showing me all the sights, except the ones I really wanted to see. The whole time we drove he caught my eye in the rear view mirror and I felt it.
That spark, that click, that thing that hardens your nipples on a cold lonely night in February for no reason other than your body knows who it needs to be happy. My nipples were directionals that night as they pointed me to pure paradise.
“Are you ready to go home?” He asked softly, again catching my eye in the rearview mirror. My breath hitched in my throat and I bit my lip. His gaze darkened and I knew he would say yes.
“Only if you’ll come with me” I said softly. “Can I sit up front with you now? You turned your meter off ages ago.”
I heard him mutter under his breath something that sounded like, I just know I am going to regret this later. I fought off this insane urge to giggle. Oh he will, but for now, I would show him some fun.
I had him park behind my building and then tilt the seat way back so he lay flat, and I unbuckled his pants. The bulge in front showed his raging hard on, beaded with pre cum that glided wetly down his thick shaft.
I took that whole purple headed yogurt thrower into my mouth at once, and slurped it down like it was a grape popsicle. His groans and growls told me I was doing a good job, and his hands in my hair pushing my head down told me he was close, but I wasn’t done with him yet.
“Not just yet, lover man. I haven’t had cock in forever. Permission to cum aboard?”
“Are you kidding me? Get up here crazy woman!” That sounded like permission to me, so I straddled him and rode him right there in the driver seat, as his big meaty cock drove up inside me at a dizzying pace. I felt like I was on a big sexy carnival ride built for two.
My hands on his chest and his hands on mine working my nipples into a frenzy. I don’t know when I had ever come this hard. I reached down between our bodies and tugged gently on his sac. That caused him to blow hot salty cum lava up into my snatch. Mmmm…… it felt so good!
Unfortunately, I had to keep him in place. I reached behind him for my purse and pulled out a little set of hand cuffs and cuffed him to the headrest of his car. He chuckled, “Ooh kinky!”
Then, I got up off of him and straightened and pulled his pants back up so he wouldn’t get in trouble, well, until later anyway. and then gave him a long sultry kiss and got out of the car. I had his driver license from when I straightened his pants, and I took a picture for later, and then texted it to myself.
Up until now, he was pretty happy with things, but his frequent shouts that this isn’t funny, let me go you crazy bitch and some other unkind things. Well, I forgive him. He’s really sexy and his baby batter will make a beautiful little carbon copy of my bearded stranger.
After I straightened my clothes, I blew a kiss at him and hollered back, “So long and thanks for the sperm.”
Walking down the street, I turned a corner and then another, and then hit the uber button on my phone to take me to my hotel. My good friend Sunny A Morgan was just going to love this crazy story! She might even write about it in her crazy sex story column on Medium.
Agent Ranch Hand (Ranch) wrote the first Driver collaboration invitation story. Find that here and feel free to continue with his or mine or write your own. If you use mine, please tag me so that I can find it and see where you went with it.
