You make me need you

Chauffeur - Part 3

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You slip from the back seat of the limo, joining the chauffeur on your knees in front of me - your hand grabs my champagne glass as you settle. She watches you the whole time, she is following your queues, your lead. 

You smile at her, pushing your hand in to her dark hair, fingers locking behind her head, pulling her in to you, your mouths finding each other in a deep kiss. Her bare breasts push up against you, I watch, intrigued as her hard nipples dig in to your own soft flesh, a small hiss of pleasure escapes her lips. 

You slide your free hand down to unbuckle the trousers of her uniform, her jacket already a heap behind her from my earlier attention. Your fingers find her wet entrance and easily slip inside, her body arches as your fingers reach their soft target, she leans in to you with pleasure. Her mouth and cunt both filled by you. 

I sit back and watch you, my hand casually stroking my already hard cock, as she grinds against your hand. As she begins to groan, her body pushing against you, demanding more, ready to find a release, you pull your hand cruelly away, she gasps in protest. She looks at you but instead of an answer, you respond only by filling her mouth with your fingers, letting her taste herself - see greedily accepts them, sucking and licking her dripping pleasure. 

Her hands are moving now, searching you out again, needing to take you as you have taken her the hope in her eyes that by taking her to the edge you will permit her own release. Your embrace becomes more intense as you both find the other’s pleasure, coils of fingers, hands writhing under your clothes. Gasps, bites, groans fly from you both as the heat between you grows. 

More clothes fall from you as she greedily opens your shirt wide, freeing your fine breasts, exposing them to her lips and teeth, to her bites and loving kisses. And all the while I sit, I wait, I enjoy, my own needs and wants, for this brief moment put to one side, as you discover one another. 

And for now I am happy to wait, to watch you both dance, swirl and grind. I slide the glass from your hand, leaving you to fully respond to her own growing intensity. Each sliding against the other, each thrust parried and a counter strike launched, forcing another groan, shout or scream.

As you ride each others hand, you begin to move together, the ebb and flow of the coming orgasms building. You lock eyes, mouths pressed close, sweat mingling as lips brush, words whispered between you, building on the physical intensity. And as I see you both arch, bodies tensing, your chorus of shouts filling the enclosed space, I lean forward, pulling each of you to me. My mouth on yours, then hers, sharing your orgasm, my tongue tasting you both, diving deeply between you as your orgasm burst over you. 

I slowly sit back as the dying embers of your mutual lust continue to sparkle, my cock rigid from your show, the voyeur in me satisfied, the beast in me now rattling its cage, the master in me no longer prepared to wait, wanting to sample the delights of what has been displayed for me. 

I put a hand through your hair, delicate touches to bring you back to me, quiet demands for you to turn to me and you do. Your eyes find mine, a wicked smile on your face. 

‘My turn’ I growl and your smile widens, you slip the champagne from my hand and take a sip… 

—You Make Me Need You—