You make me need you

-The Chauffeur Part 1—

I call you, I tell you what to wear, where to be and when.

As you stand there waiting at the corner of the street, you feel slightly conspicuous. It is a busy street and the tight skirt, low cut top and stocking make you stand out. You stand waiting and the time passes, you begin to wonder how much longer you will have to wait

And then the black limo pulls up next to you, the window sliding down ‘Get in’ comes the command. You step back as the door opens and you duck down to get in, the tightness of your skirt making it difficult to step inside

As you go to sit down, I speak again. ‘No not on the seat, on your knees in front of me’. I lean forward; I take your face in my hands and kiss you deeply. I pull away and my hands move down to your top, slowly unbuttoning

Button by button, my hands sliding inside the shirt as it folds open, my fingers caressing the soft flesh of your breasts. My fingers slide inside the lace of your bra, rubbing a hard pebble. You take a sudden breath as I push my finger across it.

This is the first sound you have made, as you follow the instructions you have been given

‘Now, take my cock out, I want you to take it, use your hands, mouth, while I sit here drinking my champagne, I want you to watch you.’

You hesitate for a moment, a slight tilt of your head, showing your worry about the driver, even though they are behind a blacked out screen.

‘Don’t worry about them’ I tell you, noticing your momentary pause ‘They can’t see, I made sure’

Satisfied, you turn your attention to the task you have been given. You lean forward, you slowly slide my zip downwards. You can already feel my hard cock straining against the trousers. You run a finger over the hardness you find there, a final layer of material between you and the warm flesh.

As you drag a fingernail along my hidden shaft, you feel the rest of my body tense. Your finger slides all the way up, reaching up to my belt. Bringing both hands up you begin to unbuckle the belt, the slow clink of the buckle, making your pussy drip even more.

You slowly peel open my trousers, as delicately as if it was a delicious piece of wicked fruit. As you expose the flesh held inside, the line of my cock outlined by the white boxers, you bring your mouth down. Bitting through the material, teeth hard against solid flesh

I groan as you take small nips, all the way along the shaft, working your way back down to my balls. As your mouth moves down, your hands following, peeling down the boxers, slowly revealing the glistening head. Your teeth finally find the soft flesh of my balls, and you bury yourself in them, taking them in through the white material.

Your hand finally slips within, fingers sliding around my glistening head, warm and hard. You pull the head forward, finally releasing it from it’s prison and it springs to attention. You slide your hands slowly up the shaft, each hand cupping the sides, like a worshiper taking hold of a candle.

You come up on your knees, and finally part your lips, placing the head gently against those ruby lips. Your eyes dart to mine, and they smile as you begin to slip my head further inside your mouth. I slowly close my eyes, as your mouth envelopes my hardness, the softness of your mouth delicious. My hand comes to rest in your hair, lightly at first, my fingers entwined around the blonde strands.

You begin to roll you mouth further down the shaft, a relentless slide. You do not stop, you take all of my inside you, coming to rest against the warm wet flesh and wiry hair. And then you push further, squeezing me deep inside your mouth, and I groan again, deep and low, as my head is taken inside your throat.

You use your nails, against my soft flesh, clawing slowly along the soft thigh. And then the slow rocking begins, you slide inexorably up again, your tongue sliding along the underside of my cock. You slide and then stop, holding the head within your lips, delicately balanced, expertly held. And then you plunge suddenly down again, taking all of me in one swift motion of your head.

I gasp as you smash in to me, I shudder as you come straight back up again. My hand grasps your hair harder now, beginning to direct your movements. I become more demanding, my hand harder behind your head, I bring my other hand to join, both now wrapped in your hair. My hips rise up a little as I begin to fuck your mouth

You are forced to adjust a little as the motion becomes more wild. My hands now grasping your hair, using them as a handle to drive you on to my cock, my hips bucking forward to meet your mouth. I moan, louder with each slide of you.

And then I am coming, the warmth floods your mouth. The sweet sticky mess, fills you, drips from you, as my cock continues to slide inside your mouth, thrusting with each spasm. My hands slowly release their grip on you, fingers slide away. I begin to stroke your hair, as you rest your head against my thigh

You bring a finger up to your mouth, to capture the final drips of my cum from your mouth and face.

‘Good girl. Are you ready for the rest of our night?’

You still remember your earlier commands and you nod silently.. I lean over to the centre panel and press a switch, it lowers down the darkened partition.

‘Did you enjoy that’ I ask the driver, the TV screen in the front flickering slightly in the night.

She turns around, ‘Very much’

‘Good, find somewhere to park and then come and join us’. You look up at me, I try to read your eyes, a mixture of emotions evident on your pretty face.

‘A present for you my baby, you get to share me, you get to play’

You look at me, you smile, your fingers raking down my thighs, a cruel fingernail slicing along my softening cock. The limo stops and the side door opens, the driver steps in, removing her hat, her dark hair flowing down her back as she closes the door behind her…

(Go to Part 2)

—You Make Me Need You—