*(she has already stripped naked in the backseat during the drive)*
He stopped the car at her preferred spot in the shade of a huge oak and got out. He took his time removing his hat and coat, setting them in the driver’s seat and loosening his tie. He closed the driver’s door and took a few slow steps to the rear door. Opening it he slid into the back seat, closing the door softly behind him. He turned to her and shook his head, his face serious. “You are a very naughty girl, and I want all of the details.”
She made a questioning face and splayed her hands open as if to suggest she was waiting for something. He half smirked and removed his tie, pulled it over her head and then moved to the floor in front of her. She took off her sunglasses, winked at him, then uncrossed her legs and sat back with a smile. He gently smoothed his hands down her sleek legs as he pushed them apart and pulled her to him. He licked his lips greedily, and his face broke into a wicked grin. “Tell me everything.”
“Only if you work for it,” she said tauntingly.
Lowering his head, he disappeared between her thighs, seeking out her warm, wet, velvety flesh. With her own personal tongue massage underway, she let out a contented sigh and began to regale him with a full description of everything that had transpired during her visit with the old man. As his tongue danced between her legs she filled his head with images, exciting him even more. She carefully detailed how they had played the game, not jumping into it straightaway but how he greeted her fully dressed, giving her cleaning instructions, and pretending everything was normal. Simply another normal day with a half-dressed maid. The old man had picked up his newspaper and sat in his chair, observing her over the top of it.
As she endured the long slow licks that were slowly driving her mad, her body quickly responding to his teasing tongue. She closed her eyes and moaned during a description of how she had leaned over to dust a small lamp, making sure to stand so the old man could see under her skirt, and how he had made barely audible noises under his breath in anticipation. The old man liked to watch, whatever game they played, watching and waiting and growing hard. During her cleaning routine today she made an excuse to reach up high to dust a tall statue so that her breasts could pop out of her outfit. She had pretended not to notice her naked breasts or the old man’s movements behind the newspaper. She was pausing more and more in her story to take deep breaths as the long slow licks had now become slow excruciating circles around her clitoris. If she paused too long she’d get a squeeze on her thigh encouraging her to continue. When she got really detailed in her storytelling, he would respond with muffled approval and she could feel his groans vibrating into her depths, spurring her into more detail.
She skipped ahead to the part in the story where the old man had told her the floor was very, very dirty and she had profusely apologized. She had located a spot in front of him and got down on her hands and knees. She proceeded to curse the naughty, bad, dirty spot and scrub with enough vigor to bounce her breasts rhythmically with the effort. This was when the old man had begun pleasuring himself. She had continued cleaning, moving around the area, sometimes her butt to him, with exposed cheeks and slightly spread legs. When he had had as much as he could take, he had told her his desk also needed a thorough cleaning. She had made her way over to his desk and leaned across it to begin wiping it down, lamenting that the desk was indeed filthy and how she deserved a spanking for letting it get so bad. At this angle with her clearly exposed and glistening vagina peeking out at him from between her legs, the old man had wasted no time taking full advantage of her.
It was at this point in the story that the slow tongue circles became a steady sucking directly on her clit that made her writhe. He knew exactly what to do to drive her crazy, he’d done it so many times before. Every so often his tongue would dart down and inside of her making her gasp. He was persistent and squeezed her thighs demanding she finish the story. She described the feeling of her bare breasts rubbing against the top of the desk as the old man had sweetly fucked her. How she had pretended to beg him to stop, until she was begging him not to.
Her body had given the old man no resistance. After the long foreplay of the morning her pussy had been dripping wet by the time he finally took her. Grabbing her hips he had entered her firmly and quickly. While she had played her part and cried out that this was a misunderstanding, he had made long slow thrusts, occasionally gently slapping her ass and muttering something about dirty filth. It was when he had started pulling her hair that she arched up from the desk to beg him to not stop, please, please, don’t stop. Her hands splayed on the desk, damp with sweat, as she pleaded with him not to stop. The more she begged for it, the harder he had gripped her thighs.
Her breathing became ragged as she described the slow measured thrusts before he had quickened his pace and started fucking her harder, driving himself into her fiercely. While she was describing how loudly she had moaned, pressed against the desk, begging for more, she lost herself briefly, moaning loudly there in the car, bucking against the tongue that controlled her. She gasped out the stories’ end with the old man’s triumphant finish, a moment before she herself lost control in a forceful orgasm and could not speak any more. Lost in shudders and moans, with legs shaking, she collapsed against the seat in a slick of sweat.
to be continued…
*(amazon.com/author/autumnbliss)*
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ji2u1q/excerpt_2_filthy_rich_fm_letting_my_driver_give