"You are probably correct." he smiled, pulling into her drive. While she was busy talking, he was busy getting to her house. Carpenter's Creek was a winding road and the mailboxes could be confusing if you were lucky enough to read one. But James caught on to the addressing system the post office used and pulled right in like he lived there.
Going through an open cast iron gate, James was quickly impressed. Pulling up the driveway, he was happy to see a circle drive. A beautiful mansion sat in front of it. Glass from the bottom to the top covered the front, someone had big money. James thought about camera surveillance and wanted to see if he could spot them. This home was a guard's wet dream. He just bet there was top of the line defenses here.
"You found my house!" she exclaimed in surprise, "Could you tell the cab and pizza drivers where I live?" she giggled.
James laughed out loud at that, her calling this staple of luxury a house was the most humorous understatement he’d heard. Opening the door, the girl said her good byes and a joke about not showing her “goods” getting out. After a few minutes, they were walking arm in arm to her doorstep.
Stumbling, James prevented her fall. Fortunately, the girl had grabbed his arm tight enough to catch herself. Her dress was in disarray but James made an effort not to stare at her cleavage she flashed at him. She was definitely a gorgeous young woman so he forced himself to look somewhere else. A classy girl usually meant a stuck up one. She would probably be offended at a low life driver lusting after her.
"Whew! That was close." she said, getting her high heels straightened out. They continued up to the door and she fumbled with her keys. With some effort, she was able to unlock the door and stepped inside.
Reaching in her purse, she grabbed a bill and handed it to James. "Make sure you satisfy Lisa." and shoved it in his hand. Turning around, she asked, "Will you unzip me?" Not giving James time to look at the bill or question what she meant.
He struggled a moment, her request was border line sexual harassment but caved in any way since the customer is always right. Grabbing the top, he used his other hand to put the money in his pocket then lowered the zipper all the way down to the top of her ass.
Bidding him a good night, she shut the door and James went back to the stretch. He shook the image of the beautiful girl’s naked back and charming personality out of his mind. Grabbing his map, he looked again where the next girl lived. If it was where he thought, it was going to be a bit of a drive. Had he dropped Cedar off, it would have saved him some backtracking. But his luck would have it the girl didn't want dropped off until last.
"Ryan's Bluff" he started, "Is that the one in Ocean Side or Camp Springs?" and another girl climbed to the bench seat behind the partition.
"Camp Springs," she responded, settling in. "it is a little way to go. What's your name?"
"James." he said, expecting the usual.
"Ha-ha, home James." she laughed.
"Yes madam." James said, and pulled off the curb.
The long drive left James wondering back to the comment Carpenter's Creek said to him. Which one of the two was Lisa and how was he supposed to satisfy her was the question he rolled around in his head. Why she tipped him was a mystery as well. Normally, the more money they make, the more they tend to keep. They don't stay wealthy giving money away seemed to be their philosophy.
Ryan's Bluff went back to talk to Cedar Avenue, but James couldn't hear the conversation. He focused on bending the law to ten miles over the speed limit. Knowing where the police set up traps helped him get the best drive times. Staying in the slow lane as much as possible allowed him to remove his attention from the right. Approaching on ramps, he would look for other cars on it, anticipating the lane change in case another car got too close.
A truck pulled up on his left side, obviously speeding way over the limit. The passenger was whooping and hollering out of the window at him. James knew what to do. Slowing down to the speed limit, he held it there for a while. The truck slowed down with him. James decreased his speed to five miles below the speed limit.
Realizing they were getting nowhere fast, the truck sped back up at high speed and left the limo in the dust. Not even a minute later, James saw blue lights pop onto the highway in the distance ahead of him. A few minutes after that, the truck that had pulled beside him now stopped by police around a bend.
Being cautious, James moved to the center lane and slowed as he passed them. The driver was staring at the stretch but James didn't wave. The truck driver wouldn't be able to see into the limo anyway. Looking carefully, he could make out the passenger pounding his fists on the dash as he passed.
Both girls laughed and cheered and one asked James, "How did you know to do that?"
"Do what?" James asked, unsure what she meant. Normally, passengers don't notice all the details a driver would do to avoid calamity.
"Slow down and force them to go faster." Cedar asked.
"You want as much room between you in a vehicle this large and any other vehicle. Slowing down makes people go around you, pass you up, and move on to their destination. I guess its human nature for people to be in a hurry." James explained.
"Did you know about the cop?" asked Ryan's Bluff.
"It's a usual speed trap at night. Most everyone should know they park there." James informed them.
"I didn't know about it." Cedar said. "You got them a ticket!" and laughed.
"More like a DUI, but I’m not the one that stomped on his gas pedal." James mused.
They rolled in laughter at that, and then quieted down.
They made it to Ryan's Bluff and James had to drop at the curb. The short driveway wouldn't accommodate the long vehicle.
James, once again, left the vehicle to let his passenger out. Opening the door, Ryan's Bluff slid out. Doing so made her dress roll up around her waist and James was treated to her panty clad crotch.
"Whoa", she exclaimed and stood up to adjust her dress. "At least my pussy was covered." and giggled.
"Quite alright, there were no cameras to capture the moment anyway." James smiled.
"I got a great snapshot of that!" she retorted.
"You mean the bride?" James asked.
"Yes, dead center." she replied.
"I wish I had it. It would remain in my memoirs." James sounded disappointed.
"What's your cell number? I'll text it to you." she replied.
"Weren't you supposed to delete it?" James asked, offering her his arm.
"Not on your life! That girl deserves the embarrassment." she exclaimed.
James gave her his number and she sent it in front of him. His phone vibrated that he had it. James, always the gentleman, didn't open his phone to look at it.
Arriving at her front stoop, he waited until the door opened. Ryan's Bluff stepped inside the door and stopped.
After a few seconds, James asked, "Are you Ok miss?"
"I'm waiting for you to unzip my dress." she huffed.
"Please forgive me." James shrugged, and unzipped the dress to her ass.
"Thank you! Have a good night!" and closed the door.
Heading back to his limo, James wondered if that was Lisa he just dropped off. What a tease the girl was.
Climbing in, he said, "Cedar Avenue." and put the oversized vehicle in drive.
"James, do you know where Glendale Park is?" she asked.
He was well aware of where it was. The prom trips usually wind up there. The cliffs offered a nice view of the city and the remote location had no traffic. It was known to be a lover's hangout.
"Yes, miss." James responded, not sure why she would be interested at 3:30 am.
"I'm Lisa, not miss." she retorted.
Well, that solved the riddle as far as who Lisa was. The only mystery remaining was how to satisfy her. Perhaps she had a destination like Glendale Park in mind, but a park this time of night made no sense.
"Yes Lisa." James responded, respecting her wish. "I know the park well."
"Go
od, head for the cliffs there." she ordered.
Perhaps she was meeting someone there. She may have to use discretion for all James knew, but his was not to question why.
The time it took to get there ate another 30 minutes off the clock. His charge was quiet the whole way. James pulled up to one of the benches at the top of the park exactly at 4 am.
Once he placed it in park, Lisa instructed him to open her door. Getting out, He was his usual self walking to the back door. Opening it up, he waited for a hand that never came out. Thinking she needed to ready herself, he stood a moment longer. Yet, there was no sign of her.
"Miss ... Lisa?" James called yet received no answer. Now he had concerns. Should he stick his head in and she wasn't ready, he might catch her in an awkward moment. But if she passed out, he would have to wake her up though.
With no answer and time ticking by, James risked sticking his head in. He noticed her dress tails but the rest was in shadows.
He called her again, "Lisa?" and she told him to get in and shut the door.
James closed the door behind him and was immediately surrounded in darkness. A ruffle sounded and he could make out her silhouette moving his way. The mood lighting, TV, and radio were all off; leaving the intercom LED pointing to the rear bench seats the only light remaining.
"How do you like your women, James?" she asked, taking a seat beside him.
What a question! That only raised more questions. He couldn't answer hers without insulting women.
"I don't know how to answer that." was all he could think of. "Miss Lisa..."
"Do you like them naked?" she purred close to him, stroking his arm.
"Any man would want them naked, but I am on duty." James said, confused on his dilemma.
"Good, your duty is to satisfy ME." she stated plainly.
"Miss Lisa, you have been drinking and I'm not going to take advantage of you." he combated her.
"Oh, I've been drinking, but I'm sober enough to know I want you." she quipped, unbuttoning his ruffled shirt.
"I can't do it. I could get in trouble. You could wake up tomorrow and regret this." he replied, voicing all his reasons not to take advantage of her.
“Oh, I know what I want and I want to fuck in a limo!" she proclaimed, jerking on his belt.
"Prove it. Type my name and number and text me something." he said, expecting her to decline. "If you can do that without any misspellings, I'll consent." and waited.
She huffed and grabbed her purse off the back ledge, realizing this wasn't going the way she'd planned.
"Give me the information." and typed it in as he gave it.
A few seconds went by and James' phone vibrated. Checking it, it was from a number he didn't know. The message simply read, "FUCK ME JAMES!"
That's it, she's had her chance. The message could be evidence in case she complained. James was a young man with raging hormones after all. There was no way he was going to refuse her after offering twice to stand down. There simply wasn't a third time in his willpower. It had been high school since his last session and he was long overdue. He stripped himself of the jacket after throwing his phone in the pocket. She helped with the shirt and pants.
Once James was devoid of any clothes, he hit two buttons. One was the power locks and the other was the mood lighting.
Points of light on the ceiling lit up giving a soft glow. James could barely see the features of the girl he was left with to take home. The brunette was already naked and waiting for his assault. Her dress remained on the front seat where James thought she was to begin with. Spreading her legs to invite him in, he rested on his knees and cupped her breasts. Pulling himself to her, he felt her nipples touch him first.
He rose up to kiss her and was greeted with a lustful tongue. Breaths turned heavy as they licked and sucked each other's mouths. James groped the girl and broke the kiss, diving for a nipple. She wrapped her legs around him and let him feast a while. Once she had enough, she guided him to the other.
James was sex drunk from his predicament. The length of time without sex with a woman had left him simmering for it. Still servicing a breast, he tugged her to the edge. Letting go, he dropped to her mound and rubbed his cheek in her downy pubic hair. 'Heaven' he thought as he reveled in her musk.
Turning his head, he sucked over the top and munched his way down. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his head, giving her a handle to hold on to while she took this wild ride.
Lisa knew there was no stopping James now. He had given her the chance to change her mind but she refused to hear it. Now, he was headed for her heat. Soon, he was going to feel what she had been churning over for the entire ride. She pushed on his head and forced him lower and when he was at her slit, yanked him by his hair onto her gash.
James took the hint and sucked her in, dismissing any foreplay. This little vixen was bitterly sweet as he tasted her warm juice on his palate. Her hand shook on his head while her sex lips melted in his mouth. Tugging and sucking, he took in more juice and felt her buck into him.
Lisa was boiling over and demanded more. This night had been one of anticipation and she wouldn't be denied what she wanted all along. Forcing James to hunker down, she raised her hips into him. Bucking into his mouth, she screamed her orgasm all over his face.
James was shocked at the force of her orgasm. He had to grip her by her ass to stay on target. She released a flood of juices on him. As she released her lust into his mouth, James felt the heat of her fluids from his throat to his loins. What a turn on it was to render such pleasure to a woman!
Lisa took her ride as far as it would go and shuddered in the end. Easing off of his hair, she leaned back and reveled in the afterglow. After catching her breath, she wanted to see just what a man she was fucking. Sitting up she said, "Can you turn the lights on?" and James flipped the switch.
They both looked over each other with lusting eyes. James was in shape from his workouts, wanting to be fit for his career. Muscled chest and legs, he was one healthy specimen. His cock was more than average without a bend in it. Lisa had her own tight body after working out with tennis, her part-time passion. Her breasts were firm and round, defying gravity. Her belly was flat with toned muscles showing and an airstrip for pussy hair over top of tight yet puffy cunt lips.
Both were amazed at each other's physical condition. Having his fill of the gorgeous body in front of him, he took the bucket of ice and its pedestal off the hump and placed it on the front bench seat, making room for the two of them.
When he turned around, Lisa caught him and pushed him against the side bench. Crawling to him and grabbing his ridged cock, she bent to feed it to herself. Settling in, she stroked it and sucked. James gasped and lifted up a little. Ever the gentleman, he brushed her hair from her face and his crotch. Holding it back for her, she bobbed up and down, taking more and more with each thrust.
Having been serviced to the point of explosion, James begged her to let off. As addictive as his pre-cum was she relented. Rising up she kissed him and took the doggie position, straddling the hump in the middle. It was the only good position possible in the limo.
James took the cue and maneuvered behind her. Grabbing his throbbing shaft, he rubbed it in her slit. She moaned at its touch. "Condom?" he asked as he teased her with it.
"No, you’re ok! Fuck me raw!" she demanded, too heated to really care perhaps.
That could be taken more than one way and it was James' interpretation that he would try and do just that. Rubbing her clit to start, when he got to her hole, he popped the head in. Rubbing again from clit to star, he popped it in again. Using his hands on his shaft, he pulled it out and in, increasing the speed.
Before long, he was fisting the head in and out without using his hips. For variety sake, he purposely pulled it out and rubbed her clit left and right then just as abruptly fisted the head back in and out.
Torture, just pure torture; Lisa wanted more but James wasn't giving it. She was forced to cum with
only his cockhead to do it. No amount of effort could cram more of his meat into her with his fist blocking it, but she tried real hard anyway. He pulled it out and rubbed her clit as she trembled, then shoved the head back in to finish her. Sobbing, she collapsed her chest on the hump, her ass still in the arm of James.
He slowed his pace and stroked her ass, waiting for her sobs to fade. While she calmed down he decided to play and teased her star with a thumb while he kept himself hard by stroking his cock. He felt her reaction and knew she was aware of his manipulations. Rested enough, she rose again to take him on one more time.
James started with the same treatment, just using his cockhead. But when she begged with a single word, "Please!" he let her have all of it to his sack.
Lisa felt the rush of his meat cram into her. She instinctively arched her back. The force was so great; his balls hit her clit with a slap and tingles raced from her groin to her nipples. 'My God!' she thought as he held it in forever. Once she was accustomed to the invasion, her lover ground it into her then backed it out and did it again.
James savored every inch of her sheath. She was going to take all of him and take it with some force. She had her chance and she replied with a text. Now it was James' task to make that text come true. Fucked she wanted and fucked she'd be. Faster he went, speeding both of them to paradise. He considered his balls spanking her clit and thought to ease up a little. But his desires wouldn't let him. He had no choice but to drive his manhood in with extreme speed.
Lisa took him and then took him faster. Her clit heated up and puckered with each hard kiss of his balls. She welcomed it, she needed it, and she was getting it. It was a brutal scene. Her ass stung, her clit burned, and her tits ached from the scratch of the carpeted hump in the middle. Her knees tried to squeeze together but the hump prevented that from happening.
A wail started from somewhere. Quiet at first but got louder. It peaked in pitch and pierced their ears, going nowhere in the sound proof cabin. Another yell joined in and both sounds mingled. One no louder than the other, both heard the screams of ecstasy as their work yielded pleasure. Like any siren, the sound dwindled but then turned into small shrieks and grunts.
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