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Chauffeur (MF, F-solo, work)
by Jeff "Caesar" Sharpe (jsharpe@access.awinc.com)


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"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.

THE END