Riding My Uber Driver… Part 4 [MF]

*Previously: After fucking my Uber driver, Amal, in his car, I had later met up with him and his friend. All of us went home to have the most intense threesome of my life. It was a night I thought about many times, and I was eager to see him again.*

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You can read first parts here:

[Riding my Uber Driver [MF]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9zburx/riding_my_uber_driver_mf/)

[Riding My Uber Driver… Part 2 [MFM]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9zu2rp/riding_my_uber_driver_part_2_mfm/)

[Riding My Uber Driver… Part 3 [MFM]](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a01vhw/riding_my_uber_driver_part_3_mfm/)

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Amal and I kept texting for the next few days.

It stayed very warm, very flirty, very dirt, with a ton of that “new relationship energy”, even though we definitely weren’t in a relationship.

Not really.

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I was seeing other people, but the thought of his strong, masculine black body, and thick throbbing cock made me wet every time I saw a message from him show up on my phone.

I should also mention that we had a conversation about STDS, and Amal and I were both clean.

He actually got tested during that time, and came up clean. And I had behaved myself, also getting tested regularly due to my birth control.

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He teased me a lot about the threesome, and implied that we had done so much already, there weren’t even new frontiers to explore.

I knew that wasn’t true.

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I started hinting to him that I had some BDSM tendencies.

Specifically, I made sure he knew I enjoyed being tied up, and our texts shifted regularly to this:

Amal: You have toys? Paddles or whips or what?

Me: I have a straps. Tied to my bed. I took them under the mattress until I need them ;)

Amal: You like to be tied up?

Me: I like a dominant man. A man who knows how to have his way with a girl.

Amal: We should be chilling at your place. Soon.

Me: Come over tonight. Bring something nice to drink.

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I gave him the address, since he actually hadn’t been there yet.

I usually don’t like guys to come over to my place – it’s just a safety thing.

But I couldn’t really stop myself with Amal.

That night, Amal swung by.

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I buzzed him into my building, and he came up to my apartment on the 2nd floor.

When I heard him knock, I greeted him at the door with in just my lingerie, some fairly skimpy white panties and a bra.

He had a bottle of wine, and looked shocked to see me wearing so little.

It made me unspeakably happy to know I could still get such a reaction from him.

He took off his shoes at the door (so polite!) and I guided him towards my kitchen, grabbing two wine glasses.

I had to search through some drawers to find the corkscrew.

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While I was looking he came up behind me, first grabbing my hips, then pressing up against my back.

I could feel his erection through his jeans.

His arms circled around and started rubbing my stomach and the front of my panties.

I was almost instantly wet. But I didn’t want this to start now. Not in the kitchen, and not yet.

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I turned, twisting out of his embrace and suddenly facing him, holding up the corkscrew, and telling him to pour us two glasses.

He gently took the corkscrew from me, smiled, and returned to the wine bottle and glasses on the counter.

He wasn’t great at opening the wine bottle, but I’m willing to say that was because I was distracting him…

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I knew I looked good, I had checked myself out thoroughly before he came over.

My breasts looked firm and inviting in one of my favorite Victoria’s Secret bras, and I knew that any man (or woman) would turn to putty if they saw me slipping one of the straps off my shoulder while biting my lip.

My stomach, with faint blonde peach fuzz hair, drew your eye down to the thin white panties, which barely covered my smooth, waxed vulva. Of course Amal knew what was below that, but somehow the slim covering made my pussy even more tantalizing.

Even I wanted to unwrap it, to touch it, to see what mysteries it held.

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He got the wine bottle open, proceeded with two heavy pours, and handled me one.

His hand trembled slightly when he handed me mine, and I pretended not to notice as we clinked glasses.

We both took sips, I smiled, and he leaned in to kiss me.

Soon he was holding me tight against him, our wine glasses forgotten, and his arms wrapped around me.

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His confident, large hands, no longer trembling, moved down to my ass and grabbed it firmly.

As he pulled me into him, tongue in my mouth, hard cock pressing against my stomach, I wanted him to squeeze my ass harder, spread it apart, explore as much as he wanted to.

I thought of him and Andrew inside me, and suddenly my body ached for him, even as he was all over me.

His hands were grasping my ass, caressing it, but I wanted more, I wanted it to be his.

It took all my effort, but I pressed him away, and took my wine glass.

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Taking another sip, I looked at him mischievously, and walked out of the kitchen, down a short hallway to my bedroom.

He followed me, two steps behind.

Even from behind me, I could feel an energy from his eyes, like lasers directed at my ass.

I walked into my room, my bed neatly made with black straps tied to each of the four bed posts.

I heard him close the door behind us, and without looking back, I finished my wine, set the glass on the bedside table, and crawled on my bed.

I was on all fours, with my ass facing Amal directly.

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I should mention, I do squats at the gym, and my butt is toned, but at the same time, it is definitely curvy.

Not thick, like some of Amal’s girls (I assume), but it definitely was ample and I know he had quite the view.

I felt a movement before I felt his hands. He apparently couldn’t take any more teasing, and had come up the edge of the bed, grabbing my ass with each hand.

He was firmer than before. Forceful even, desperate and aggressive.

I caught my breath.

Fucking finally.

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I felt his hand leave my right cheek, and a second later, his hand slapped my ass with a blow I couldn’t have expected.

The clapping sound of his muscular hand against my ass was perfect. Along with the painful sting a moment later, it filled me with horny anticipation.

I could barely breath, and I couldn’t wait.

Fortunately I didn’t have to. Amal knew what I wanted, and he definitely knew what he wanted.

He mounted the bed, pushing my ass and forcing me down from all fours so I was lying on my stomach.

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Pulling my left arm out, he simultaneously reached for a strap and wrapped it around my wrist.

As he fumbled with the velcro to fasten it, I had a last moment of adrenaline-filled panic – I was almost helpless, pushed down on the bed, and would be completely immobile soon.

I took a deep breath, and watched the strap tighten around my wrist. Soon he pulled my right arm from my side and it was fastened too.

I felt him moving lower on top of me, and soon his fingers were around my panties, pulling them down, yanking them off my hips and down my legs.

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I know I struggled a bit then, kicking slightly, and letting his strong arms push my legs together so the panties could come off completely.

He never bothered taking off the bra.

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Soon one ankle, then the other, were both fastened by the straps. He tightened them, and I was splayed out on the bed.

I felt the cool air on my smooth thighs. On my bare, spread ass. On my pussy.

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As he crouched at the foot of the bed, I knew Amal could see everything. I didn’t know what he wanted, but I knew he had his choice.

My pussy was warm, and getting wetter by the second.

My asshole was tight and exposed, perfectly waxed and adorably cute. Or so I’ve been told. More times than I’ll admit here.

(And also I look at it in the mirror. And take pictures. It is definitely cute.)

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I heard Amal breathing heavily, and his clothes moving. From the corner of my eye I saw his shirt coming off, then his belt and pants unfastening, and him pushing them down and off.

I couldn’t see his dick, but somehow knowing that his cock had been unleashed changed the whole temperature of the room.

My body was trembling, and I felt the faintest sense of fear for the first time in my experience with Amal.

I was helpless.

In the best way.

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I felt him crouch over me, and his hand caressed my hair.

Soon he was lowering himself down, and I finally felt his cock against my ass. Unlike in the kitchen, there were no pants covering it now, and the size and heat of it made me shudder.

He started rubbing it into my ass, grinding back and forth between my two cheeks.

I felt his hot breath against my back, shoulders and neck. I wanted to brush my hair away, but couldn’t move my arms.

It was perfect.

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I could barely speak, but as his cock slide along my ass, and the tip of his cock neared my asshole, I could only think of one thing:

Lube.

I finally gasped the word, and said it was in the night stand drawer.

He reached over and grasped around for it, pulling something out.

I looked up, and saw he had the Astroglide.

“No, the other one.” And he got the silicon-based lube.

Much better for anal.

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I felt the cool gel in my ass crack, and his hand circling around my asshole, over my asshole, then into it.

I gasped, stretching out, letting out a moan, and feeling my toes circle.

My asshole had relaxed when he started rubbing his cock against it, and I let it pulsate against his fingers. His hand alternated between lubing up his cock and lubing my ass, and I heard his breathing become short, staccato, full of horny desperation.

I felt so powerful in my helplessness.

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Soon he was crouching over me again, and I felt the head of his cock positioned against my slippery asshole. I tried letting it relax completely, and I felt the pressure against my ass.

It was my first time feeling his bare cock so close to my bare body.

It was intoxicating.

I moaned: “Baby, fuck me. Fuck me, just do it. I need it. I need your cock Amal.”

He pushed it in, and I let out a half-scream, half-moan, “Ahhhhhh. Fuck!”

With his huge head through my asshole I tightened up again, and had to focus on relaxing.

“Okay Amal, it’s good, it’s so good keep going.”

He didn’t need more encouragement.

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He lowered his whole, heaving, massive body, and his cock penetrated deep inside me.

My eyes went wide, and I felt so full suddenly. I was incredibly aware of the force of his thrusting cock, and the weight of his body against mine.

He wasn’t hesitating at all. He was balls-deep, cock-to-the-hilt in my ass. For any other man I don’t think I would have been ready for it.

But Amal was on another level.

(And I had been wearing my plug that whole day to prepare.)

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As he fucked my ass harder and harder, he rested his incredible weight on top of me, freeing up his right arm to reach up and grab a fistful of my hair, and pulling my head back while he started kissing my neck.

The tenderness of it, even as he was thrusting his cock inside me, was almost a shock.

If I hadn’t submitted to him completely yet, then in that moment, I became totally his.

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As his right hand grabbed my hair, his left hand pushed under my body, sliding underneath my stomach and down to my pussy.

Our combined weight had the effect pushing my body down into his hand, making my grind my pussy hard against his hand.

I had been almost completely sexually satisfied at that point, even with zero attention paid to my vagina or clit. And now, with his fingers rubbing against my whole pussy, I could barely see straight.

Or even remember who I was. Or how I had wound up in this incredible position.

I could barely understand time or space.

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I come so easily, I think I started coming early, letting it last for minutes before I finally gasped, “I’m… coming… I came… oh Amal… I’m coming again.”

Soon I could tell he wouldn’t last any longer.

He was fucking me seriously hard, and in those moments I was sincerely proud of myself for being able to take him.

The heavy spasms rolled through his body, and I felt his hips thrust into me, squeezing into my ass, slippering with lube, sweat, and come.

He grunted, “Fuuuuuck! Ah!”

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And I felt it, not like I do in my vagina, but I felt the warmth, the fullness, the dark inner depths of my body covered in Amal’s cum.

A satisfaction unlike anything else I know.

He collapsed on me, and I was suddenly thirsty, hungry, exhausted everything.

He slowly pulled his still-hard cock from my ass, reached up to undo my wrist straps, and then he collapsed next to me.

I undid the ankle straps, and peeled myself up off the bed.

Positioning myself over him, I licked his cock until it was clean, enjoying every last twitch and spasm, proud that it had just been inside me.

We passed out shortly after.

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The next morning, he went down on me, gloriously, and then left me to bask for the rest of the day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2r1hf/riding_my_uber_driver_part_4_mf