Car Troubles Turn to Passion Plays

I slid into the passenger seat of the taxi, my vibrant red hair dancing with each movement. “Modelling studio, please. And make it quick,” I urged, my impatience evident. I took out my makeup with my little mirror and applied my lipstick, catching out the corner of my eye that he was adjusting his mirror to look at me.

“Hey, never mind my tits; I see what you are doing there, keep an eye on the road,” I sighed while finishing off my make-up.

His face etched with lines of experience, the driver nodded and accelerated. Thirty minutes into the drive, we were driving through the countryside.

But as we hit the open road, the car spluttered and groaned before coming to a sudden stop. “Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I exclaimed, my frustration palpable.

The driver cursed under his breath, his hands frantically trying to revive the engine. “Sorry, miss. Seems we’ve hit a snag.”

“A snag? This is a catastrophe!” I declared, my hands flailing in exasperation. “I have to be at that shoot!”

He glanced at me in the rearview mirror, sympathy written in his eyes. “Just how crucial is this gig?”

I shot him a look that could freeze the Sahara. “It’s make or break for my career.”

His expression softened, understanding dawning. “Tell you what, I’ll do whatever I can to get you there. And you won’t owe me a penny.”

“Well, aren’t you just the knight in rusty armour,” I quipped, sarcasm dripping from every word. “Because spending my day stranded in the middle of nowhere is exactly what I had in mind.”

As he continued his attempts to revive the engine, I pulled out my phone with a sigh and dialled the studio. The line rang incessantly before finally connecting.

“Studio, Sarah speaking,” I announced, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.

“Sarah, where on earth are you? We’re ready to start,” the voice on the other end said, frustration evident.

“I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere thanks to our esteemed driver here,” I replied, gesturing towards the driver with a wry smile.

There was a pause on the other end before a heavy sigh. “Well, figure it out quickly. We’re not paying you to sit around.”

I hung up the phone, feeling even more annoyed. “Great,” I muttered.

The driver looked at me with a guilty expression. “Any luck?”

I shook my head, feeling frustrated. “Nope, we’re stuck here for real now.”

The driver’s gaze flicked to me through the rearview mirror, a hint of sheepishness in his eyes. “Sorry about all this, miss. I’m trying my best here,” he muttered, his hands still tinkering with the engine.

I let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. “I know you are,” I replied, my frustration evident. “It’s just… ugh, this couldn’t have happened at a worse time.”

He nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Tell you what, to pass the time, why don’t you tell me more about this gig you’re so desperate to get to? Must be important,” he suggested, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips.

I perked up at the suggestion, grateful for the distraction. “It’s a bikini shoot for a big modelling franchise,” I explained, feeling a sense of excitement creeping back into my voice. “They’re launching their new line, and I’ve been chosen as one of their models.”

His eyes widened in interest as he listened intently. “That sounds impressive. Must be exciting to be part of something like that,” he remarked, genuine curiosity in his voice.

I nodded enthusiastically, feeling a sense of pride swelling within me. “Oh, it is. It’s a huge opportunity for me. I’ve been working towards something like this for years,” I admitted, a hint of excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

As the conversation flowed, I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes sparkled with genuine interest, his curiosity piqued by my job. And as I shared more details about the shoot and the modelling world, I enjoyed his company more than expected.

“So… I noticed when you were talking on the phone that you said your name is Sarah,” he began, his tone gentle as he leaned back slightly in his seat, his eyes never leaving mine.

I nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “That’s right. Sarah,” I confirmed, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest at the sound of my name on his lips.

I smiled, feeling a surge of confidence as I reached into my bag and pulled out my portfolio. “Well, since you’re so curious, why don’t you take a look?” I suggested, holding it out to him.

He eagerly accepted it, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. As he flicked through the pages, I couldn’t help but watch his reactions closely, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation building within me.

His eyes widened in astonishment as he took in each photograph, his breath catching in his throat. “Wow,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “These are incredible.”

I couldn’t help but beam with pride at his reaction, feeling a rush of exhilaration coursing through me. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice tinged with excitement. “I’ve worked hard to get to where I am.”

He nodded, his gaze still fixed on the images before him. “I can tell. You’re incredibly talented,” he remarked, his voice husky with admiration.

As he continued to peruse my portfolio, I couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on specific photographs, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“It looks like someone needs a cold shower. Did you like them that much?” I chuckled as he handed me the portfolio back.

He chuckled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he handed the portfolio back to me. “I have to admit, I may have gotten a little carried away,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his response, feeling a warmth spread through me at his genuine reaction. “Well, I’ll take that as a compliment,” I replied, unable to hide the grin on my face.

He nodded, a playful glint in his eye. “Consider it the highest form of flattery,” he quipped, his tone light.

As we bantered back and forth, my phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting our playful exchange. With a quick apology to the driver, I pulled it out to see a call from the studio.

“Hello?” I answered, anticipation tingling in my veins.

“Sarah, it’s the studio. We’ve got some good news for you,” came the voice on the other end, relief evident in their tone.

My heart skipped a beat as I listened intently.

“We’ve managed to rearrange the shoot for Friday at 3:15 PM. Don’t let us down,” they said firmly.

A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I processed the news. “Thank you so much! I promise I won’t let you down,” I replied, a surge of excitement coursing through me.

After hanging up the phone, I turned to the driver with a grin. “It looks like things are finally looking up,” I remarked, a sense of gratitude in my voice.

He returned my smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth. “Glad to hear it. Now, what will you do with all this extra time on your hands?” he asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

I shrugged, a playful smirk playing at the corners of my lips. “Well, now that I have time to kill, so we are in the middle of nowhere, and you are hot and bothered,” I said as I chuckled and put my hand on his thigh.

The driver’s eyes widened in surprise at my bold gesture, a flush creeping up his neck. “I, uh… I suppose we could find something to pass the time,” he stammered, his voice slightly shaky.

I couldn’t help but chuckle at his flustered reaction, feeling exhilarated by our playful flirtation. “Sounds like a plan,” I replied, my voice laced with mischief.

I reached for his zipper and pulled it down as I reached inside and into the material of his boxer shorts.

I wrapped my fingers around his hard length, feeling a surge of excitement as I began to stroke him up and down. His breath hitched in his throat as he leaned back against the seat, his eyes closing in pleasure.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his ear as I whispered dirty suggestions into it.

“You like that, do you?” I murmured, my breath hot against his ear. I can tell you’re enjoying this.”

His only response was a low groan as I continued to stroke him, my movements becoming more confident with each passing moment. My fingers traced the length of his shaft, feeling every vein and ridge beneath the skin.

“You’re so big,” I whispered, my voice dripping with desire. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

He let out another groan at my words, his hips bucking involuntarily towards me. I took it as an invitation and leaned forward even further, taking him into my mouth in one swift motion.

His entire body tensed up at the sensation of my warm lips wrapped around him, his hands reaching out to grip the headrest tightly as he tried to maintain control. But it was clear that he was quickly losing himself in the moment’s pleasure.

I swirled my tongue around him expertly, teasing every sensitive spot along his length before taking him deeper into my throat with each stroke. He let out a string of curse words as I continued to work him over with expert precision and dirty talk that had him on edge and ready for release at any moment.

“Fuck, Sarah,” he groaned, his voice ragged with pleasure. “You’re going to make me cum.”

I stopped sucking his cock and pulled him out of my mouth as I jerked him and looked into his eyes. “You will need to control it then, as I don’t want you to cum yet, do you understand,” I said, as I wanted him to know I AM the one in control.

He nodded frantically, his eyes wide with desperation. “Yes, yes, I understand,” he gasped out.

I smirked at him and went back to work on his cock, taking it deep into my throat once again. I could feel him trembling beneath me as I continued to stroke and suck him with a renewed fervour. His hands gripped the headrest tightly as he tried to hold back from cumming too soon.

I stopped once again. “Does this seat recline?” I asked him. At the same time, I raised my ass off the passenger seat, and I put my hands up my dress, pulled down my panties, and placed them in my back.

“Yes, it does,” the driver replied, his voice strained with pleasure.

I leaned back and kicked off my heels before lifting my legs to rest them on the dashboard. I spread my legs wide open, revealing myself to him completely.

“Good,” I said with a smirk as I reached down between my legs and started to touch myself. I rubbed slow circles around my clit, feeling it swell beneath my fingertips as I let out a soft moan of pleasure.

“Well, I am waiting; adjust my seat and let me see your audition, or you shy,” I said as I stopped rubbing myself.

The driver quickly adjusted the seat, his eyes glued to my exposed body. He let out a low whistle, appreciation evident in his gaze. “You’re stunning fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled at him, feeling empowered by his reaction. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice sultry as I resumed touching myself. My fingers moved in slow circles around my clit as I watched him with his cock still hard and standing proud as he climbed over and got between my legs.

I couldn’t help but let out a gasp as he positioned himself between my legs, his cock grazing my labia and sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. “Oh god, yes,” I moaned, arching my back as he pushed inside me.

His cock filled me, the sensation almost overwhelming as he began to move with long, slow strokes. Each movement sent waves of pleasure crashing over me, my body trembling beneath him.

“Mmmm, You feel so fucking good,” he groaned in my ear as he picked up the pace slightly. “Ah fuck, take it all arghh.” The car started to shake as his ass went up and down, as his cock was now slamming in and out of my pussy.

“Ughh, yes… mmmm, fuck me,” I cried out, my voice a breathy gasp as he filled me to the hilt. His thrusts were hard and unyielding, each one driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, pulling me into him with every stroke. He grabbed my legs and placed one over each shoulder as he pressed tightly on the back of my thighs and went all balls deep.

“Harder, harder,” I demanded, my voice low and husky with desire. “I am going to fuck you hard, missy,” he said as his face stiffened as he pounded into me with force.

“Oh shit, mmmm, fuck,” I moaned as all I could hear was his balls slap against me as the pressure on the back of my thigh got tighter. I looked between my legs as I watched his cock thrash me hard.

The taxi jolted and shook with each powerful thrust, his cock pistoning in and out of me with rough pounding. One of his hands is inside the top of my dress as I feel him take out my right breast from my bra and squeeze it.

His thumb flicked over my nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. I moaned louder, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts. “Yes, yes, just like that,” I panted, feeling myself on the brink of release.

His other hand moved down between us, finding its way to my clit. He began rubbing slow circles around it as he continued to fuck me with rough thrusts.

I could feel myself building towards an explosive climax with each passing moment. My breath came in ragged gasps as I writhed beneath him, unable to hold back any longer. “Oh god, I’m going to cum,” I cried out, feeling the familiar tingling sensation spread throughout my body.

“Oh fucking hell, if… if oh fuck mmmm, if you keep going, am… am going to drench you, oh and your taxi,” I said as I even struggled to get the words out.

He didn’t slow down or ease up; instead, he fucked me even harder. His fingers intensified on my sweaty-soaked mound as he rubbed my clit harder. His thrust caused very loud slapping noises, skin against skin. My eyes glazed over as I just looked at his face. This man was on a mission and about to complete his objective.

And that’s when it happened. With one final, powerful thrust, he drove himself deep inside me and sent me spiralling into a mind-blowing orgasm. I felt my pussy clench around him as I cried out in pleasure, my body shaking with the force of my release.

It was so intense that I struggled to breathe. I exploded with a gush as my sweet floodgates opened.

The taxi was quickly filling with the scent of sex as I rode out my orgasm, my body trembling beneath him. He groaned in pleasure, his thrusts slowing as he, too, reached the point of no return.

“Fuck, Sarah,” he panted, his voice strained with pleasure. “I’m going to cum.” He stopped rubbing my clit and took a deep breath, and put both his hands back on the back of my thighs as he pressed even tighter on the back of my thighs. “Hold on tight,” he said as he started to pound into me really hard, omg the hardest I have ever been pounded.

“Ughh, ugh, ugh… fuck, oh yes… yes harder, oh fuck,” I held on for the dear life in me as he let out a throat-grutterly grunt so deep. He kept pounding harder and harder, my soaked pussy still aching from my orgasm.

“Argh, Mmmmm FUCK,” I could feel his cock swell inside me, the sensation almost overwhelming as he reached his peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he quickly pulled out and started stroking fast, warm ropes of cum that shot out and coated my thighs and dress. My fucking dress.

I could feel the sticky wetness of his cum seeping into my expensive dress. “What the fuck, you cumshot on my dress,” I sighed.

He looked at me with wide eyes while putting his cock back into his pants, clearly shocked by my outburst. “I’m so sorry,” he stammered, looking down at the mess on my dress. “I didn’t mean to… it just happened.”

“It’s fine, honest, it will clean,” I said as I reached in my bag for some tissues to wipe it off and also grabbed my panties. I wiped my dress and thighs and then raised my ass, pulling my panties up.

Still looking flustered, the driver helped me adjust my dress and seatbelt. “I-I can’t believe that just happened,” he stuttered, still in shock.

I laughed softly, feeling relief and amusement at the situation. “Well, I guess it was a memorable way to pass the time,” I said with a wink.


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