Article 84490 of alt.sex.stories:
From: jsharpe%ppp@access.awinc.com
Subject: "Chauffeur's Dirty Job" (voy, f, mf) - Caesar
Date: 29 Jul 1995 20:11:44 GMT

			Chauffeur's Dirty Job
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			    by Caesar(94)

	"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 wife 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
she the middle-aged woman was cradled between us.

	"Seems like my wife 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 then continued, "If I play my
cards right."

	I opened the rear door to the limousine, "Its 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 through 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,
something she normally never did - talk to the help. "He would rather
work on some contract that 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 Josuline", the maid,
"will handle my wife 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, its a job. Beats digging ditches.

	I got behind the drivers seat, and stole a quick look behind
me through the rearview 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 maneuvering 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 hidden in shadow. Perhaps I would get lucky and she would pass
out until the drive was over.

	I'm not sure how longer leaving the garage when Mrs. Dietel
first spoke but it startled me after the serene silence. "You wouldn't
have left your wife 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 red 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 notice that
she looked particularly attractive, dressed in a light pink dress with
while nylons and shoes, her long wavy dark hair 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, "Would you like to fuck
me?"

	I almost hit the car in front of me, so distracted and
surprised 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 again surprised me.

	The angle of the large rearview 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 lead 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 can 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 red 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 lift 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 through the skimpy garment up to
the front, landing 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 stockings and the clips of her garters. I
breathed in the thick musk of Mr. Dietel's wife 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 breasts were
revealed.

	I reached up to the mirror and slightly adjusted it, moving it
down slightly. My view was unobstructed into the rear seat, and I
could now see Mrs. Dietel's glistening spread cunt. I could not
believe this was happening, nor unsure how far to take this episode.
She notice my adjustment of the mirror and smiled her enjoyment. That
was when she began the real show.

	A bra landed upon my lap, thrown and removed quickly 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 vagina 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 breast in a full hand. She
was making pleasure noise, mainly for my enjoyment, I was sure. "I
need your big fucking cock Michael." The right hand working 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 breast became rough as it moved from one revealed breast
to the other.

	The middle-aged woman was still very attractive, and at that
moment, damn sexy. I wanted to turn off the road, to jump in the back
and fuck her wildly. I wanted to lick up the abundant juices that ran
from her vagina down to her asshole, 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 the last.
I found an abandoned old 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 and then got out of the car and
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 drivers 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 foot. 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 wife was almost naked in
the back of his limousine and my dick was hard. Obviously my earlier
plans had been 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 breasts in my palm. The
nipple 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 sunk
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 animal 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 shoulders.

	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 gasped 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 cumming!"

	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 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 cum
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 bodies 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 preceded to continue with my job. I drove Mrs. Thea Dietel
home.

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