You make me need you

Chauffeur - Part 2

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As you sit down, the chauffeur takes your place on the floor, she looks up at me expectantly and I look over at you

‘Spread your legs for me baby, show us that pretty pussy of yours’

You look at me while you pull your skirt up, I smile as I see the curve of your inner thigh, wrapped by your stocking tops, your silk knickers so delicate and pretty.

‘Take them off for us baby’

All the time your eyes are on mine, you lift your hips and with one movement you slide them down. Such a sweet pussy, so clean, so pristine that I have to touch. I slide my hand over your soft smooth skin, I feel you shake beneath my touch. I draw a finger along your pussy lips, all the time the chauffeur kneels there, patiently watching.

And while she watches, she has begun to stroke my cock, her hands running along its length, fingers twisting over its head. With one hand still on you, I turn my attention to her, I undo button after button on her uniform. As the jacket opens, it exposes her breasts, she is wearing nothing underneath.

‘Take it off’, she responds to me instantly and she shrugs her shoulders, the jacket falling in a heap behind her. ‘Now I think you should get to know each other better’

She grins, moves across to you and you gasp as she touches you for the first time. Her hands slide up your thighs, fingers dragging across the sheer stockings. Her breasts rest on you as she moves forward, her lips brushing you, her fingers beginning to explore you, pushing you open, discovering wet flesh.

You lean back, eyes closing as she begins to slide and slip her fingers inside you. I take your hand and bring it across to my lap, joining it with mine as I stroke my cock, already hard again. You take my cock in your hand, slowly starting to pump it, each stroke in time with her fingers as they push in and out of your pussy.

As she moves inside you, you spread your legs wider. Your hand begins to stroke me with more urgency. Her fingers slick with your juice, she fills you, more fingers entering you. I move my hand to join hers, taking your clit beneath my fingers. I start to punish your clit and you buck beneath the added sensation.

She is working hard now, her hand moving in and out with steady precision. My fingers constant on your clit. And as you begin to twist beneath our touch, she slides a glistening finger inside your arse. At this you buck upwards.

She presses down hard, fingers and mouth working with mine. All the time you are pumping my cock, so hard, dripping with desire, your hand slick with my own need for you. You begin to moan, growing at our relentless attention, your own hand grasping and tearing at your breasts.

And as the motion at your thighs continues, a never ending stream of caresses, explosions, you begin to shout. Your hips rise up, your fingers dig in to your own soft flesh, gripping my cock to the point that I shout with you.

And then you are screaming, screaming for it to stop, for it to carry on. Your hands leave me and bury themselves in her hair, pulling her in to you, burying her in to you. You hold her against your pussy, her fingers digging deep in to your hips as she holds you in place.

Both needing to be inside you, as deep as she can go, as much as you can allow. You twist, each touch of her tongue sending another shiver through you, another gasp escapes your lips. Her fingers still moving inside you, her finger pushing inside your arse, pushing deeper, always moving.

And you begin to rise again, you shout for it to stop, all the while pulling her in to you, refusing to release her. I move to your side, pulling you to me, kissing you deeply, whispering to you, filling you with lustful words, dirty filthy words on what will be next, how we will now use her together.

And as my mouth joins yours, you cum again, my hands holding you to me, my lips on yours, while her lips are on and in you. And finally you slump beneath us, spent, twitching from the final orgasm, as its final popcorn cracks wrack through your body.

And I whisper ‘We are not done yet, my sweet’

Kissing you one final time, I move down and lift her face to mine. And as I kiss her, I taste you. As my tongue searches her mouth, I have you there in my mouth.

And I need more…

(On to Part 3)

—You Make Me Need You—