[F] I fucked my Uber driver

I was standing at the corner of the street waiting for my Uber to arrive. My phone pinged me with a notification, and said that my Uber is arriving in a Lexus. *”A Lexus Uber? That’s odd,”* I thought, Lexus is a really fancy car. I looked up and found the car right away, but I stopped dead in my track when I saw the Uber driver when he rolled down the window to call out my name. He was just drop dead gorgeous.

He was black, chocolate skin glistening in the sun, wearing tight work out clothing that shows off his broad shoulders and biceps, and a pair of badass-looking sunglasses. His beard was starting to grey, which complemented his nice body and sharp jawline even more – at least to me, it’s my preference guys, don’t judge me. He looks to be in his 40s.

A little bit about me, people have described me as a natural flirt, and sometimes I do it unconsciously – the way I dress and talk is just oozing with sex appeal. I could get most college men to have sex with me pretty easily, so it was no fun to fuck guys my age anymore. That’s why I go for the professors, the bosses, the sugar daddies. I like more mature, successful men that seems out of my reach. I love the chase.

After we exchanged the basic “Hi how are you”, I started texting my female friends “Omg my Uber drive is super hot, should I try to fuck him?”, but I meant it as a joke. There was no way something that crazy could happen… right?

I still talked to him at first, I was just genuinely want to get to know him better. I started making small talks, asking him about where he was born, how he started Ubering, etc. Apparently, he was actually a pharmacy manager, owned a business, and just moved to where I live the last 2 months, so he wanted to drive Uber to talk to people and drive around the city, and didn’t really care about the money. I almost shook with excitement; it was all *too good* to be true. Smart and mature men was exactly my type, and he was also so easy to talk to. It was a longer car ride, and I felt like the luckiest girl on planet Earth – everything in the universe just seems to align, and I knew that I must have him. I went into my “slutspace” that many of the girls here talked about, and decided to make some real moves.

I turned on my charm and inched closer to his seats, eyeing him through the rearview mirror, my voice changed slightly sweeter and ever so seductive. I started asking more *personal* questions. I was playing with my hair and touching my body a lot, I could feel his eyes on me. The conversation started to flow towards more sexual and intimate discussion.

“Wow, you are really smart and mature for your age. How old are you again?”, he asked.

“I’m 22, but I usually date older men, and but at that age, beauty isn’t enough, and they want someone drama-free, confident, and can hold a conversation, you know? So I learn that if I want to be with them, I gotta give them what they need,” I responded honestly.

By the end of the ride, he was hot and bothered, and asked me if I have “some time to kill right now”. I was totally into him, so I didn’t want to be a one time kind of fuck. I told him I had to go, but that I would like to see him again, and gave him my number. I gave him a hug by the end, making sure to push my soft breasts into his body, making sure to rub against the bulge in his pants. He was so excited and said he felt super lucky he met me, and even thanked me for the phone numberd. It was like he even forgot that *I* was the one who made the move first.

Victory! I went into work with a huge grin, pussy wet with anticipation for the date we set up tomorrow night. The morning after, I texted him a risque picture of myself, we sexted back and forth; I wanted to keep him on his toes.

The date went on pretty okay, he picked me up and we went to the movies. He was easy to talk to, we laughed a lot and had fun. Towards the end of the movie, I started touching him up and down his thighs and pushing my boobs on his arms. He was rock hard and when the movie ended, we sprinted as fast as we could out of the theater. He drove his Lexus around looking for a place to fuck (he had a child at his place and I had roommates) and I gave him road head, we giggled like teenagers when a car drove past and I gotta ducked my head. His cock was about less than 6 inch, but the girth was thicker than I’ve ever seen – it was almost as thick as a soda can. I love fucking big cocks because they hurt so good, but even then, I was worried it would never fit. Still, it didn’t stop my pussy from getting wet with anticipation.

He drove me to a darker road, it was late at night but since we were in a big city, I’m sure people could saw us. But we didn’t care. We were both so horny, his tongues going mad on mine and his arms started peeling off my dress as fast as possible. He sucked on my nipples and bit down on them, and I moaned when the pleasure quenched with the pain.

He got on top of me and entered me slowly. Because of his size, he did bring lube, thank God. It was very hard for the cock to go in at first. The moment his huge cock got inside, I could pass out from the pain and pleasure. I’m a tiny 4ft11 girl, and the pain of being stretched out that much totally sent me to heaven.

“You liked that, don’t you? Fucking someone twice your age in a car where anyone can see how much of a whore you are.” I mumbled an answer, but all the brain power I had left was only focusing on the fact that I just took something as big as a soda can inside me. With every thrust, I felt like my mind was blanking out.

“Baby girl, I hope you do know that you are not walking tomorrow,” he smirked. I felt fear rising in my heart, but it also felt so good, “I don’t care baby, keep fucking me harder, I love your cock,” I rocked my body to his thrust, fully immersed in the moment. He started choking me and going faster, until he let out a groan and cummed. When he pulls his cock out slowly, my hole was left gaping, missing the big thing that recently filled it. He drove me home.

I didn’t want to meet him again, partly because the chase was over (sorry I sound like a total fuckboy), but partly because during the date, I discovered that our personality wasn’t a match. He was a bit rude to waitresses and movie workers, and I disliked people like that. So yeah, that was the end of the story, but fuck, my pussy was sore for 2 days straight, I walked around side to side like that Ariana Grande song, part of me worried that his huge cock broke my pussy. Luckily it didn’t, so my slut stories can continue to another day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/foe7m0/f_i_fucked_my_uber_driver