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ChauffeursDirtyJob
Title: Chauffeurs Dirty Job
Keywords: voy, mf
Author: Caesar
"There was a of Ostend,
Whose caught him fucking her friend;
"It's no use, my duck,
Interrupting our fuck,
For I'm damned if I draw till I spend."
-The Pearl No. 1
Description:
This chauffeur drives the boss' home when she gets drunk at a
party.
Disclaimer:
#include "std_disclaimer.h"
The characters and content of this short are completely fiction
and is not based upon fact. It is just another example of the warped
mind of the author. <g> Constructive comments, via e-mail, is
encouraged.
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Chauffeur's Dirty Job
by Caesar, copyright (c) 1994-2002
$Revision: 1.7 $ $Date: 2002/04/15 14:07:22 $
"Michael, could you help me?"
It was Mr. Dietel, my boss. "Of course, sir." I jumped out of my car
door to see my employer half-dragging his from the open elevator.
Thea was obviously quite intoxicated and not in control of her own
faculties. I lifted her free arm and placed it around my neck; the
middle-aged woman was cradled between us.
"Seems like my had a bit too much to drink." He always had a way
of stating the obvious. This was not the first time he left an
important party because of his wife's drinking problem. "Thea should
go home" - of course she should - "but it looks like I may get the CMK
contract tonight." He sighed. "If I play my cards right."
I opened the rear door to the limousine. "It's no problem,
Mr. Dietel. I'll drop her off then come right back." He looked
grateful.
Up until this moment, Thea Dietel had been inanimate. She spoke with
slurred words. "I don't want to go home, Michael!" She turned her
head towards her husband. "Let us go find a nice hotel and fuck our
brains out like we used to?" It was my duty to ignore the private
words of my employer and his wife.
"Now, dear." He let her go so I could manipulate her through the door
of his huge car. "Michael will make sure you get home all right."
She made a rude noise as her answer, while I was not amused with the
task of handling his drunken wife. "I'll be home later tonight, dear,
after I get that contract I have been working on."
This time Mrs. Dietel spoke to me instead of her husband. It was
something she normally never did - talk to the help. "He would rather
work on some contract than fuck his wife." She then spoke over my
shoulder as I finally got her onto the rear seat. "Or are you fucking
someone else?" There was venom in her voice. "Like that bimbo
secretary of yours?"
After I stood back up out of the limousine, Mr. Dietel closed the door
just as his wife's first sob could be heard. He attempted an
embarrassed smile then pressed his palm into mine. I felt several
bills being exchanged. "I know this goes beyond your duties, Mike, so
after getting her home you can take the rest of the night off."
I wondered if Mrs. Dietel's last question was true. "Of course, sir,
and thank you."
He waved my statement away. "I should get back." He walked back
towards the elevator. "I called home and the maid will handle my
once you get her there." I nodded. After all, it was my job.
Mr. Dietel quickly stepped into the open elevator and closed its
doors. I was left alone in the large cement parking complex. Well, I
thought, it's a job. Beats digging ditches.
I got behind the driver's seat and stole a quick look behind me
through the rear view mirror. "You okay, Mrs. Dietel?" She didn't
respond, but I could hear her near-silent sobs. "I'll have you home
within an hour." It usually took seventy-five minutes to drive to the
coastal home, but it was evening and I should be able to make good
time.
It was a job. I began manoeuvring through the busy downtown streets
and the traffic, only occasionally looking back to my employer's wife.
She was fine, half-laying upon the wide rear seat, her face in
shadow. Perhaps I would get lucky and she would pass out until the
drive was over.
I'm not sure how long since leaving the garage it had been before Mrs.
Dietel first spoke, but it startled me after the serene silence. "You
wouldn't have left your for a contract, would you, Michael?" I
glanced through the mirror to see Thea sitting up, looking directly
into my eyes. She looked very weary, her eyes were and puffy
after crying, and her clothes were wrinkled after laying upon them for
so long.
"I'm not married, Mrs. Dietel." I wondered if she even knew this -
she only spoke to me to give directions to her next destination, not
to ask about my personal life. I sensed that she waited impatiently
for an answer to her question. My comment was irrelevant. "No,
ma'am, I would never have chosen a job over my wife."
"Do you find me attractive, Michael?" Her voice had a new quality to
it that I could not interpret. The simple question was also
disturbing, something I never thought to hear from Thea Dietel.
What else could I say? "Yes, ma'am, I do find you attractive." She
was. Late thirties, still in shape, with a pretty face - it was only
her attitude that pissed me off. This evening I had noticed she
looked particularly attractive, dressed in a light pink dress with
while nylons and shoes, her long, wavy highlighting her
attractive features. Of course, I only took a quick glance before
becoming the dispassionate driver - after all I could not jeopardize
this job.
Using a quiet almost girlish voice, she asked, "Would you like to fuck
me?"
I almost hit the car in front of me, so distracted and surprised was I
at the comment. I took several long breaths before responding,
"Ma'am, we will be back home in a few moments. Then you can sleep
off..." I was the chauffeur after all. The reason I had stopped
talking was because I glanced into the mirror as I spoke. What I saw
surprised me yet again.
The angle of the large rear view mirror allowed me to see much of the
rear compartment, up to about the waist of anyone sitting in the seat
facing forwards. Mrs. Dietel was sitting facing me, her eyes looking
fiercely into mine. I could see a white silk-covered knee which led
down to her thigh- revealing garters. One of the lady's hands was
inside the front of her dress, one button undone, allowing access so
she could manipulate her own breast. The other hand crossed the front
of her body and was obviously placed between her legs, which I could
not see.
"Would you like to fuck me?" Again the question, but this time I
could see the needful desire in her eyes, and understood the sound in
her voice. "I'll do anything you want! I want you to fuck me!" She
sighed, and I saw that her tongue had quickly licked her lips to
moisten them. "Use me, Michael, fuck me any way you want; I need a
man." I'm sure she did.
I wasn't sure what to do, but was certain her actions were induced by
the large amounts of alcohol she consumed. So if in doubt, do your
job. I continued to drive while watching the rear compartment very
closely. Mrs. Dietel continued to manipulate her bosom and the arm
across from her moved slightly, giving indication of a busy hand
between her legs. Yet her eyes only came off mine to sigh her
enjoyment, but would promptly return to the mirror. Thank goodness -
I finally left the busy city and was on a quiet highway.
"I bet you have a big rock-hard cock?" She smiled for the first time.
"One that likes a hungry wet pussy... like mine."
I spent another few moments watching her enjoyable show before she
altered her presentation. I watched as she pressed her knees together
and then lifted them to her chest, her hands going to her hips. She
wiggled then moved her arms down before coming back up with her white
thin panties. In seconds she threw the skimpy garment up to the
front; it landed right upon my right thigh. I stole another look back
at her, seeing that she waited for my response, then I lifted her damp
panties to my face and inhaled.
Mrs. Dietel giggled like a teenager. "I knew you were a real man! A
real fucking true-to-God answer to my prayers." She again lifted her
legs up upon the seat, both her knees now visible, allowing me to see
the band of her and the clips of her garters. I breathed in
the musk of Mr. Dietel's as I watched her slowly unbutton
the multitude of dainty buttons on the front of her dress. "I'm going
to sit here and fuck myself until you stop this car and rape me!" She
giggled again just as her bra- covered were revealed.
I reached up to the mirror and adjusted it, moving it down slightly.
My view was unrestricted into the rear seat, and I could now see Mrs.
Dietel's glistening spread cunt. I could not believe this was
happening, nor was I sure how far to take this episode. She noticed
my adjustment of the mirror and smiled her enjoyment. That was when
she began the real show.
A bra landed upon my lap,removed quickly and thrown while I was
distracted with her Venus mound. She scooted her bottom forward on
the seat, pressing her already-spread sex towards me. I could see
every detail of her flowered that I imagined the taste of her
nectar. The limousine filled with the sharp smell of her. Those next
few moments would rush by very quickly.
Mrs. Dietel began to gently manipulate the wet lips of her sex, moving
them back and forwards with one hand. The other hand pinched a nipple
before firmly grasping a in a full hand. She was making
pleasure noises, mainly for my enjoyment, I was sure. "I need your
big fucking cock, Michael." The right hand worked upon her sex moved
and the tips of her fingers rotated over the sensitive spot of her
clitoris. Her bottom and hips wiggled delightfully while the hand
over the became rough as it moved from one revealed to
the other.
The middle-aged woman was still very attractive, and at that moment,
damn sexy. I wanted to turn off the road, jump in the back and fuck
her wildly. I wanted to lick up the abundant juices that ran from her
vagina down to her ass hole, bottom cheeks and even her inner thighs.
She was right about one thing - I most certainly wanted to fuck her
with my big cock. I decided, at that moment, to watch the rest of the
show, then move in to give the madam her wish.
"Hummm!" She moaned out, the urgency in her voice apparent. A hand
abandoned her C-cup breasts, then unceremoniously attacked her own
vagina, inserting her two middle fingers deep inside her private
gully. The other hand was rapidly moving almost in time with her
wiggling and shivering body. I knew it would not be long now.
"Cock...fuck me, you bastard...fat fucking cock fucking me...yes!"
"Yes!" Her bottom lifted off the seat and pressed outwards towards
me, as I saw perfectly into her crotch and busy hands. Three fingers
were shoved up inside herself, and the other was now at her mouth,
licking off the glistening juices her sex had left upon it. She came
fiercely as the now- clean hand returned to her clitoris. Mrs. Thea
Dietel orgasmed and spasmed just as I slowed down so I would not have
to take my eyes off the mirror as much.
The explosive orgasm seemed to last for several long seconds until she
fell back down onto the seat. Her alcohol-induced sluggishness
returned and she suddenly looked exhausted as she collapsed into the
huge rear seat. Her delightful moaning lasted for another few moments
as she enjoyed the after affects of her inner release.
"Mrs. Dietel?" I slowed the limousine and turned off onto a remote
dirt road, only moments from the Dietel home. She hadn't even
answered me, but put her arm over her eyes. "Thea?" It was the first
time I have ever called her by her first name, and probably would be
the last. I found an abandoned dirt road that was overgrown with
weeds and hadn't a house or building within a few miles. It was
totally dark.
I put the limousine in park, got out of the car, opened the rear door
and climbed in. Laying as she had last moved, Mrs. Dietel was still
exposed, her dress about her waist. She was glowing in the dim light
of the driver's compartment, her skin still sweaty from her earlier
exertions and her chest rose and fell with her deep even breathing. I
reached out and tentatively poked her foot. She didn't move.
Just touching her took much of my initial strength, since I knew that
the game I was playing could effectively get me canned from my
well-paying cushy job. Yet this opportunity could not be overlooked -
Mrs. Dietel was an attractive woman, a woman who needed the touch of a
man, and to top it off, was a bitch up until this night. I wanted to
possess her, to fuck her, and to have her beg for me. Possibly in no
other situation could I have a woman like Thea in my bed.
I again reached out and moved her foot, but didn't take my hand away
from her silk-clad toes. I wanted her to wake up and again beg for my
cock, which I would give to her only when I wanted to.
She didn't move.
"Thea?" My hand shook her more roughly this time and she didn't even
moan. The woman was again passed out. "Damn!" I sat back and
contemplated my next move. My employer's was almost naked in the
back of his limousine and my dick was hard. Obviously my earlier
plans had disintegrated. Again the rich got what they desired and the
working stiffs were left holding the bag again. "Damn bitch!"
At some point in those few seconds I had decided my course of action
and reached out cup one of her sweaty in my palm. The nipple
was still hard poked into my hand, and heightened my sexual hunger.
This woman had promised, and begged, for my cock - was it wrong to
give it to her? Even in this state? I didn't care any longer.
I was not dainty, nor was I gentle with my next few movements. I
reached out with both hands and pulled her from the seat down onto the
carpeted floor. She landed upon her naked buttocks and shoulders. My
desperation was evident as I pried apart her thighs and knelt between
them, the zipper loud in the silent compartment. Quickly and
expertly, I aimed my stiff manhood towards her still-flowered open
vagina and pressed forwards. The hot wetness engulfed me as I sank
down to the root, our kinky hairs mingling together. This time it was
my turn to sigh.
To my surprise, and delight, Mrs. Dietel began to rotate her hips. As
the first of my thrusts drove home, she groaned loudly and I enjoyed
watching the uninhibited jiggling of her breasts. My hunger showed in
my thrusting as I drove again and again into her wet folds,
placing her stocking-clad legs upon my shoulders, pressing her knees
all the way to her chest.
Slowly, Thea began to drift out of her stupor and began to react to my
enjoyment. Firstly, her midriff rose up to meet my down thrust with
the same passion and needful desire. Next, one of her hands grasped
her left naked bosom and enjoyed the softness, as well as the hard
peak, beneath her palm. The other hand grasped her own leg, right
behind the knee, helping me keep her legs spread wide and far back.
"God, I'm coming!"
The sweat was dripping down my spine as I noticed her own perspiration
beading upon her smooth skin. The sight of her passion-filled face
brought me closer to my own orgasm, but it was the tightening of her
inner sex muscles that pushed me over the brink. I could almost feel
my seed force itself up from my balls, through the long tunnel and
finally to the end of my cock. Just as the first blast of my come
shot out of me, Thea cried out and her whole body seemed to quiver
uncontrollably as her own orgasm began. I lost the sequence of events
after that; surely my partner had another intense orgasm more powerful
than the previous, but my own made that memory clouded.
Some time later I lay panting above Mrs. Dietel, my considerably
smaller member still inside her slimy wetness. The first movement I
made initially was to bend forward and kiss her still-hard nipple, the
next was to let go of her legs that had been resting upon my back.
Throaty she spoke, "That was delightful, Howard." She hummed slightly
afterwards, content with her body's feelings. Yet I wanted to know
who Howard was - my employer's name was Christopher. Perhaps I was
wrong and Mrs. Dietel hadn't been as lonely as I first imagined.
Thankful for her drunken stupor I disengaged myself from her and then
proceeded to continue with my job. I drove Mrs. Thea Dietel home.
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