Adventures Of A Chauffeur

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When you are out of work you will take any job and put up with most things just to keep it. I do not like snobs and people who think they are a cut above everyone else, look down their noses at people believing they are of a lesser order than themselves. These people are usually shits, first class shits, and the Chief Executive of the bank was typical of this kind of animal; but he wanted a chauffeur and I wanted a job. “I expect you to be at work on time and I want you to be there when I want you. When you are taking me anywhere make sure the car is spotlessly clean both inside and out. You always refer to me as ‘Sir’ and there will be no familiarity. You always wear a uniform during working hours. Keep it clean and smart and without exception you will polish your shoes until you can see your face in them. One last thing, there will be no smoking in the car. Now, have you any questions?” “No Sir.” Well, as I said, I needed the job. Sir Alistair Mitchell, was used to being the boss. He expected people to jump when he entered a room and usually they did. He dressed immaculately. He looked wealthy and he was. I would pick him up about 7:30am to drive him to the office. The one pleasure I got out of it was driving his Bentley, well apart from the other benefits and perks. I would park the Bentley in the underground car park and after making sure it remained spotlessly clean I would go into the little office, about as big as a broom cupboard, where there was a telephone just in case the boss wanted me. There was also a kettle so I could at least make myself a cup of tea. Rogers was my name, never Stuart. “Rogers, I need you to drive me to St. Albans. Rogers, bring the car around to the front entrance. Rogers, Rogers, Rogers. He never sat in the front seat, that would have been far beneath him and he might have felt obliged to talk to me. Sometimes when he was going abroad I would drive him to Heathrow, help him with his baggage and, once the plane had taken off, I would drive back to the garage and until he got back. I could do much as I liked, and I did. If I used the Bentley I would have to make sure I didn’t over use the petrol but there was latitude. What he didn’t know about was the fucking that took place on the backseat of his precious Bentley. Well he hadn’t made a rule about that so I assumed it was just fine. Chloe, the young office assistant was such a pretty little thing. She was blond and petite. She lost her virginity on the backseat right where Sir Alistair would sit issuing orders on his phone, often selling and buying shares as well. Little Chloe became a constant supply of cunt for me and believe me, at sixteen years of age she was a real beauty. She had the loveliest little twat, soft feminine arse cheeks and gorgeous thighs when they were spread out. I nearly felt guilty about forcing my cock between her tight pussy lips but I was able to quickly overcome that problem. It was a wonder Mitchell never asked me what I was doing with a broad smirk on my face as he sat on the very spot where young Chloe’s hymen had been popped. She was young, impressionable and certainly not street wise. I shamelessly took full advantage my mature experience to get her virginity. I had the usually difficulties. She just wanted to kiss and go no further she wasn’t expecting me to move on her pussy. She resisted for what seemed ages before succumbing. “Please don’t, don’t hurt me will you,” she moaned with my cock-end poised at the entrance to her tight pussy. “I promise it won’t hurt my lovely,” I assured her, pressing gently against her little-hole feeling for the resistance of her hymen. She made one small yelp and her face grimaced but my cock was through and into her softness. Her cherry was gone and her young cunt was şişli escort getting thrusted up by her first hard, solid, length of cock and soon she had her first cuntful of spunk on her cervix. I have found that a man should always carry the morning-after-pill. She swallowed it with a swig from of my water bottle just to make sure I hadn’t popped her one. I think Chloe was very giddy about her first-time and told her friend, Kathleen, who was Mitchell’s secretary, and whenever I had to pick up papers from the offices to deliver them somewhere, I always got a wry knowing smile from Kathleen. I tried, on a few occasions, to chat her up but to no avail. I really wanted to know what she had under that skirt in that precious little place between her thighs. I would love to send her home to her husband well and truly spunked-up. Kathleen was a married, very attractive redhead, always smartly dressed. She was class. Not class in the Alistair Mitchell sense of the word, she was just class in every sense of the word. She dressed class; she looked class, she walked class, she had to be class to hold down a job as Mitchell’s secretary. She had the loveliest tits, with just the hint of nipple through her blouse. The cheeks of her arse moved rhythmically in her loose, black skirt as she floated effortlessly around the offices. The clickety click of her high heels made all the male heads turn. The seam of her black stockings seemed to point the way to delights the very thought of which made me drool and have mouth-watering thoughts. One thing I had going for me was that Mitchell, with all his wealth and undoubted ability, will never have, is the simple fact that women are attracted to me. Why I don’t really know what it is but they see something and I am not going to try to analyse it. I have never gone short of pussy and unlike lots of other men I don’t do the chasing. That’s what annoyed me about Kathleen, she wasn’t interested in me and it made me want her all the more. I had to resist the impulse to chase her; that would be a sure way to make sure I never got it. She was a challenge no red-blooded male could resist. Another of my duties was to drive the CEO and his family to their retreat, a log cabin hidden away in the woods and leafy glades of the Cotswolds. I had the keys and it was my job to go there a few days in advance and make sure it was clean and tidy, well stocked with food and wine and chopped-wood for the log fire. Sometimes, once the log fire was blazing, I would sit on the sofa and imagine I had Kathleen on the white sheepskin rug stretched in front of the hearth. As I visualized Kathleen with her knees wide apart I would unzip my fly and flip out my cock. It didn’t take long to fill my handkerchief. On such occasions I would return to pick up Mitchell and his wife, Janet, at their London home in Bayswater and sometimes his daughter, Lucinda, would come along when she wasn’t at college. Janet seemed rather reserved, certainly in the presence of her husband, but Lucinda was a giggly, effervescent, fun-loving young woman about 19 years of age, though she actually looked younger. They all referred to me as Rogers though. No change there. All three sat in the back of the Bentley as well. When the Mitchell’s went on a family holiday to Tuscany, I talked Chloe into spending an evening at their house. We got in the Bentley and drove to the Bayswater mansion. We spent the night in the king-size marital bed, with her virginity long gone Chloe fucked like a veteran, totally uninhibited. Her long, flowing, blond hair splayed out over the soft, satin pillows, her legs stretched across the luxurious bedsheets while I drilled her for two solid hours. The little vixen had three orgasms for me, absolutely lovely. The mecidiyeköy escort next day I took her to the nearest chemist shop for the morning-after pill before driving her home and to take the heavily soiled bedsheets to the laundrette and then replaced them on the bed. I had to lay a towel on the bed after that. Chloe was a good girl and loved squirting all over the bed. While at the mansion I couldn’t help taking a look around the house before leaving. I stumbled across Lucinda’s knickers drawer where, buried beneath a rich variety of thongs and panties of various colours, I found two vibrators, no wonder she is an effervescent fun-loving young girl, probably too late to get her virginity, that flower will have been picked already I thought. I drove Chloe back to work, parked the car and spent a few hours cleaning the Bentley then wandered into the offices. Kathleen gave me that all-knowing look; what had Chloe been told her? I wondered. “Where have you been all day?” She asked. “I think you already know the answer to that.” I replied. She laughed. “It could be you, you know, all you have to do is loosen up a little,” I continued half laughing, half serious. “You wish.” “I certainly do, you’ll never know how much I wish.” “Oh, I can imagine.” “If you only knew what I get to imagining, you’d be surprised.” “In your dreams!” She was right, there; she was the most fuckable bit of crackling in the Home Counties as far as I was concerned. Kathleen was married to Arnold who ran and operated his own courier business. They were, on the face of it, a happy couple but she had always wanted her independence and to pursue her own career. She was one of those very efficient secretaries with unswerving loyalty to Mitchell. Unfortunately for me she demonstrated the same loyalty to her husband. A few weeks later I was sitting in the little pokey office I had in the underground car park when the phone rang. It was Kathleen. “Sir Alistair wants you to go to his house and pick his daughter up and drive her across to Western-Super-Mare to meet her boyfriend. He wants you to spend the day there and bring her back in the evening.” Almost before the Bentley came to a halt outside the front door Lucinda skipped out and was sat in the front seat. She was wearing a short skirt, no stockings and thigh boots just over her knees. She didn’t try to hide her thighs either. She was wearing a low cut blouse with the top two buttons undone and an ample amount of cleavage on display. I had a long drive in front of me with this young sexy girl for company and it was going to be difficult to ignore the numerous distractions she represented. She was a beautiful girl, stunning blue eyes and long red hair which lapped over her shoulders and down towards her breasts which were young, smooth and firm looking. Her nipples stuck out like two missiles ready to be launched from there silos. Her thighs were long white and smooth. We talked about her college studies; she was studying law and finding it hard going. She knew her father would easily find her a post with one of the leading law firms once she had graduated. Her boyfriend, she told me, was also a law student and that she had only been going out with him for two months. I dropped her off at her boyfriend’s house and went to a café for a meal and a coffee then killed time walking around Western-Super-Mare. I picked Lucinda up at around 7.00pm, she kissed her boyfriend and as I held the car door open she got into the car rather amateurishly and flashed her little, black thong that hardly covered her quim. I averted my eyes but thought lovely, very sweet. We set off home and she never attempted to cover her thighs even though she was wearing a very short skirt. I kept my eyes firmly fixed on the road but it wasn’t difficult to take a regular glance. Constantly she crossed and uncrossed her legs in exaggerated fashion letting her little skirt ride further up each time until her crotch was constantly on show. I knew what she was doing but she was the boss’s daughter, one false move or suggestion from me and my job was gone. I had been there before with teenage girls; they give you the come on, like come and get it and then into panicked shock horror and yell, “What kind of a girl do you think I am?” Lucinda asked me to pull off the main road; saying she needed to answer the call of nature. It was dark when I turned off at the first reasonable opportunity and found the nearest country lane and stopped the Bentley where there was a gap in the hedges. Lucinda got out of the car and didn’t bother to disappear behind the hedges. She found an appropriate spot and in full view hitched up her skirt, crouched near the hedge, pulled her thong to one side and in the full glare of the headlights had a piss that seemed to last forever. I could see the stream of piss coming out of her pussy and making a little pool in the grass beneath her. Up she got, pulled her thong into place like a hammock for her cunt, with the Bentley’s headlights still on I could see she had a deliciously shaped and protruding pubic bone. She pulled her little skirt down and straightened it out then came back to the car and surprised me by climbing into the backseat. “Rogers, are you going to fuck me or not?” It sounded like the kind of instruction her father would give. This was a chance too good to miss whether it cost me my job or not. I was going to fuck Sir Alistair’s gorgeous young daughter on the backseat of his Bentley. I turned the headlights off and got into the back of the car. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly and pulled my trousers and Jockeys down over my arse. Soon Lucinda was stretched out on the backseat; her thong was hanging on the steering wheel where I had tossed it. Her thighs were open and her head has hanging out of the car door with her long red-hair streaming towards the ground. I opened her thighs as wide as I could in the cramped conditions and I rubbed my cockend along her sweet, little slit, spreading her young labia. I circled and massaged her clit with the hard tip of my knob-end until she was wailing for it.. “Fuck me Rogers, fuck me. Fuck me.” I slid my cock down to find the cute, little ring of her tight cunt-hole and extracted from her the longest groan I had ever heard from a woman as she took thick cock right up her young little cunt. Now I reckoned, what with the pathetically low wages I got from her father, I was fully entitled to this fuck. What a delightful way to screw a young bit of pussy while her father paid me for doing it at time-and-a-half of the normal hourly rate. There was no doubt that for Lucinda, feeling a man’s hard shaft inside her, was therapeutic heaven. For the first fifty or so, unhurried thrusts, I gave it to her ever so slow and deliberate, enjoying the mounting ecstasy spreading across her face and her long intakes of breath. I didn’t want to just fuck her I wanted her to enjoy the feel and thick texture of my cock, to be able to dwell on each length and savour each throb, each twitch and each pulse. I guessed that she would have been fucked by her young boyfriend, immature and inexperienced and I wanted her know what seasoned cock really felt like. I wanted to send such erotic feelings swirling around her brain cells. I wanted her to feel the intoxicating and rapturous feelings that a slow, length of thick cock can give a woman. Her first orgasm was a revelation to me, it was a mixture of tormented rhapsody and spasmodic waves after which I banged her remorselessly, slamming her backwards and forwards, her head still hanging out of the car, her mouth open, gulping air until I felt hot cunt-fluid drench my balls.

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