Chapter 1: Stranger in an Uber
I open the door to the Uber that just picked me up from my apartment. I realize it’s a ride share as I hop in the back to meet James. “So where you headed?” James asks. “I’m headed to a date.” I answer. I look fucking sexy. A little green dress that shows off my beautiful cleavage and legs. “Is your date as good looking as you?” James asks. “Charmer, aren’t you,” I say with a smile and a wink. “I’ve been called that once or twice,” He smiles back. “So is this a date with your boyfriend?”
“No,” I’m single, “just a guy who slipped into my DMs.”
“Where’s he taking you?” James asks. “It’s a little embarrassing, but we’re headed to a sex shop that’s playing an X rated movie.”
“Oh wow,” James says, “most first dates are dinner and a movie, a kiss if you’re lucky.”
I lean in and whisper, “That’s not my style. I like to suck cock on the first date.” I lock his ear lobe. “You’re a forward little girl aren’t you,” James says. “I’d love your cum,” I find myself saying, he seems to like forward so I’ll be forward. “Do you need a date to suck cock, or is being charming in the back of Uber good enough for a blowjob?” James asks. I look to our driver, “Would you mind if I suck his cock in the back of your Camry?”
“Have at it,” The driver says. I don’t waste anytime. I unzip his jeans and help him lower his pants just low enough to get his cock out.
I glance at the driver catching his eyes in the mirror. I see him curious about what is happening behind him. I look back at James and start stroking his cock. He is already hard, and leaking pre-cum. I dip my finger in it and taste it, "You already taste good," I say, and start kissing his cock.
My lips are soft and warm, pressing against the pulsating veins on his cock. "Holy fuck!" James exclaims. I giggle and continue licking his cock from top to bottom.
I hear the driver adjust himself in his seat. James moans and thrusts his hips upward. He tangles his fingers in my hair, urging me to take him deeper. "Fuck, you're good at that," he mutters. I take him in my mouth, my lips wrapped tightly around his throbbing shaft. I twirl my tongue around it, feeling every inch of him against my palate. I can taste his precum, salty and musky, and I can't get enough of him.
I moan around his cock, as I take him deeper into my throat, my lips stretching around his girth. I start to work my mouth up and down his shaft, my pace fast and eager. My hand is wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping in sync with my mouth. James is moaning loudly now, his breath ragged and uneven.
"Fuck, Emma, you're going to make me cum." He growls, as I continue to suck him off.
I can feel his cock twitching in my mouth and I know he's close. I grip his base harder and increase my pace, my mouth moving up and down his cock faster and faster. I can feel his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I relish in the gagging sensation.
Suddenly, I feel his warmth spreading throughout my mouth as he lets out a guttural groan. I swallow, feeling him empty himself down my throat, the sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but moan around his cock.
I feel him pulse in my mouth as he finishes, my lips still wrapped tightly around his shaft. I pull back, letting his cock slide out of my mouth with a pop. It's still rock hard, and coated in my saliva and his cum. I look up at him and lick my lips, "You’re cum is delicious," I say, smiling up at him.
He laughs, "It’s all the fruit and veggies I eat." He puts a hand on my cheek and I notice his wedding ring for the first time. I suck his ring finger into my mouth and twirl my mouth around his ring. I wink at him as I do this and he grins. Our driver drops off James and then we head to the sex shop where my date is. “Want me to hop up front and give you some road head,” I ask the driver.
He shakes his head, “No, it’s okay, I don’t need any of that.” He says that, but I can see the hunger in his eyes. I can see the outline of his cock in his pants. He wants me, I can tell. I slide out of the backseat, getting into the front. I spread my legs and let him get a good look.
The driver can’t help but glance over. I can see him trying to stifle his desire, but I won’t let him.
I lean in and whisper, "You want me to suck your cock, don't you?" I rub my hand over his pants, feeling the outline of his growing erection.
The driver glances at me, sweat beading on his brow. "I-I can't," he stammers.
I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "Why not? You know you want to."
He's silent for a moment, and then he groans, unable to resist my charms. “It’s not professional and I’d feel bad charging you for the ride if you suck me off.”
“Consider a tip,” I say as I rub his hardness through his pants.
I can feel his growing excitement and I know I've got him hooked.
He shakes his head, “No, I can’t.”
But I can see the lust in his eyes, and I know I won’t take no for an answer. I start to rub his crotch, feeling his cock growing bigger through his pants. I can feel him pulsing and throbbing in my hands and I know he wants more.
I unzip his pants and reach in, pulling out his throbbing cock. It's long and thick, and already leaking precum.
I stroke him. “At least let me give you a handjob,” I request.
The driver doesn’t protest as I wrap my hand around his stiff shaft. I can feel its girth pulsating, the veins popping out as I stroke it up and down. I look at him from the corner of my eye, we’re at a red light and his eyes are closed, and his head leaned back, completely surrendering to my touch.
I use my free hand to massage his balls, feeling them tighten up as I do. A small groan escapes his lips, and I myself moan softly in response, the sound fueling my wetness and desire even further.
The car behind us honks and the driver opens his eyes and pulls forward. I stroke him as we drive. “We’re getting close and I want your cum, are you sure you don’t want my mouth?” I ask.
I can feel his cock pulsing in my hand, and I know he's close to cumming. The car ride is almost over and I want to make sure I get what I came for. The driver's breathing becomes faster, but he still doesn't speak. He's focused on the road, but I can see the desire in his eyes, and I know he wants to cum.
I lean in and whisper in his ear, "You can cum all over my tits if you want."
He lets out a low moan and his grip on the steering wheel tightens.
I can tell that he's trying to hold back, but the idea of cumming all over my tits is too much for him.
"Yes, fuck," he growls, his breathing becoming more ragged as I continue to stroke his cock. "Cum all over my tits, I want to feel your hot cum on my skin."
He groans and his legs tense up as he reaches his climax. I can feel the warmth of his cum spurting out, covering my tits as I continue to stroke him.