Driven Lust (3 page)

The time it took to get there ate another 30
minutes off the clock. His charge was quiet the whole way. James
pulled up to one of the benches at the top of the park exactly at 4
am.

Once he placed it in park, Lisa instructed
him to open her door. Getting out, He was his usual self walking to
the back door. Opening it up, he waited for a hand that never came
out. Thinking she needed to ready herself, he stood a moment
longer. Yet, there was no sign of her.

"Miss ... Lisa?" James called yet received
no answer. Now he had concerns. Should he stick his head in and she
wasn't ready, he might catch her in an awkward moment. But if she
passed out, he would have to wake her up though.

With no answer and time ticking by, James
risked sticking his head in. He noticed her dress tails but the
rest was in shadows.

He called her again, "Lisa?" and she told
him to get in and shut the door.

James closed the door behind him and was
immediately surrounded in darkness. A ruffle sounded and he could
make out her silhouette moving his way. The mood lighting, TV, and
radio were all off; leaving the intercom LED pointing to the rear
bench seats the only light remaining.

"How do you like your women, James?" she
asked, taking a seat beside him.

What a question! That only raised more
questions. He couldn't answer hers without insulting women.

"I don't know how to answer that." was all
he could think of. "Miss Lisa..."

"Do you like them naked?" she purred close
to him, stroking his arm.

"Any man would want them naked, but I am on
duty." James said, confused on his dilemma.

"Good, your duty is to satisfy ME." she
stated plainly.

"Miss Lisa, you have been drinking and I'm
not going to take advantage of you." he combated her.

"Oh, I've been drinking, but I'm sober
enough to know I want you." she quipped, unbuttoning his ruffled
shirt.

"I can't do it. I could get in trouble. You
could wake up tomorrow and regret this." he replied, voicing all
his reasons not to take advantage of her.

“Oh, I know what I want and I want to fuck
in a limo!" she proclaimed, jerking on his belt.

"Prove it. Type my name and number and text
me something." he said, expecting her to decline. "If you can do
that without any misspellings, I'll consent." and waited.

She huffed and grabbed her purse off the
back ledge, realizing this wasn't going the way she'd planned.

"Give me the information." and typed it in
as he gave it.

A few seconds went by and James' phone
vibrated. Checking it, it was from a number he didn't know. The
message simply read, "FUCK ME JAMES!"

That's it, she's had her chance.
The
message could be evidence in case she complained. James was a young
man with raging hormones after all. There was no way he was going
to refuse her after offering twice to stand down. There simply
wasn't a third time in his willpower. It had been high school since
his last session and he was long overdue. He stripped himself of
the jacket after throwing his phone in the pocket. She helped with
the shirt and pants.

Once James was devoid of any clothes, he hit
two buttons. One was the power locks and the other was the mood
lighting.

Points of light on
the ceiling lit up giving a soft glow. James could barely see the
features of the girl he was left with to take home. The brunette
was already naked and waiting for his assault. Her dress remained
on the front seat where James thought she was to begin with.
Spreading her legs to invite him in, he rested on his knees and
cupped her breasts. Pulling himself to her, he felt her nipples
touch him first.

He rose up to kiss her and was greeted with
a lustful tongue. Breaths turned heavy as they licked and sucked
each other's mouths. James groped the girl and broke the kiss,
diving for a nipple. She wrapped her legs around him and let him
feast a while. Once she had enough, she guided him to the
other.

James was sex drunk from his predicament.
The length of time without sex with a woman had left him simmering
for it. Still servicing a breast, he tugged her to the edge.
Letting go, he dropped to her mound and rubbed his cheek in her
downy pubic hair. '
Heaven'
he thought as he reveled in her
musk.

Turning his head, he sucked over the top and
munched his way down. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his
head, giving her a handle to hold on to while she took this wild
ride.

Lisa knew there was no stopping James now.
He had given her the chance to change her mind but she refused to
hear it. Now, he was headed for her heat. Soon, he was going to
feel what she had been churning over for the entire ride. She
pushed on his head and forced him lower and when he was at her
slit, yanked him by his hair onto her gash.

James took the hint and sucked her in,
dismissing any foreplay. This little vixen was bitterly sweet as he
tasted her warm juice on his palate. Her hand shook on his head
while her sex lips melted in his mouth. Tugging and sucking, he
took in more juice and felt her buck into him.

Lisa was boiling over and demanded more.
This night had been one of anticipation and she wouldn't be denied
what she wanted all along. Forcing James to hunker down, she raised
her hips into him. Bucking into his mouth, she screamed her orgasm
all over his face.

James was shocked at the force of her
orgasm. He had to grip her by her ass to stay on target. She
released a flood of juices on him. As she released her lust into
his mouth, James felt the heat of her fluids from his throat to his
loins. What a turn on it was to render such pleasure to a
woman!

Lisa took her ride as far as it would go and
shuddered in the end. Easing off of his hair, she leaned back and
reveled in the afterglow. After catching her breath, she wanted to
see just what a man she was fucking. Sitting up she said, "Can you
turn the lights on?" and James flipped the switch.

They both looked over each other with
lusting eyes. James was in shape from his workouts, wanting to be
fit for his career. Muscled chest and legs, he was one healthy
specimen. His cock was more than average without a bend in it. Lisa
had her own tight body after working out with tennis, her part-time
passion. Her breasts were firm and round, defying gravity. Her
belly was flat with toned muscles showing and an airstrip for pussy
hair over top of tight yet puffy cunt lips.

Both were amazed at each other's physical
condition. Having his fill of the gorgeous body in front of him, he
took the bucket of ice and its pedestal off the hump and placed it
on the front bench seat, making room for the two of them.

When he turned around, Lisa caught him and
pushed him against the side bench. Crawling to him and grabbing his
ridged cock, she bent to feed it to herself. Settling in, she
stroked it and sucked. James gasped and lifted up a little. Ever
the gentleman, he brushed her hair from her face and his crotch.
Holding it back for her, she bobbed up and down, taking more and
more with each thrust.

Having been serviced to the point of
explosion, James begged her to let off. As addictive as his pre-cum
was she relented. Rising up she kissed him and took the doggie
position, straddling the hump in the middle. It was the only good
position possible in the limo.

James took the cue and maneuvered behind
her. Grabbing his throbbing shaft, he rubbed it in her slit. She
moaned at its touch. "Condom?" he asked as he teased her with
it.

"No, you’re ok! Fuck me raw!" she demanded,
too heated to really care perhaps.

That could be taken more than one way and it
was James' interpretation that he would try and do just that.
Rubbing her clit to start, when he got to her hole, he popped the
head in. Rubbing again from clit to star, he popped it in again.
Using his hands on his shaft, he pulled it out and in, increasing
the speed.

Before long, he was fisting the head in and
out without using his hips. For variety sake, he purposely pulled
it out and rubbed her clit left and right then just as abruptly
fisted the head back in and out.

Torture, just pure torture; Lisa wanted more
but James wasn't giving it. She was forced to cum with only his
cockhead to do it. No amount of effort could cram more of his meat
into her with his fist blocking it, but she tried real hard anyway.
He pulled it out and rubbed her clit as she trembled, then shoved
the head back in to finish her. Sobbing, she collapsed her chest on
the hump, her ass still in the arm of James.

He slowed his pace and stroked her ass,
waiting for her sobs to fade. While she calmed down he decided to
play and teased her star with a thumb while he kept himself hard by
stroking his cock. He felt her reaction and knew she was aware of
his manipulations. Rested enough, she rose again to take him on one
more time.

James started with the same treatment, just
using his cockhead. But when she begged with a single word,
"Please!" he let her have all of it to his sack.

Lisa felt the rush of his meat cram into
her. She instinctively arched her back. The force was so great; his
balls hit her clit with a slap and tingles raced from her groin to
her nipples. '
My God!
' she thought as he held it in forever.
Once she was accustomed to the invasion, her lover ground it into
her then backed it out and did it again.

James savored every inch of her sheath. She
was going to take all of him and take it with some force. She had
her chance and she replied with a text. Now it was James' task to
make that text come true. Fucked she wanted and fucked she'd be.
Faster he went, speeding both of them to paradise. He considered
his balls spanking her clit and thought to ease up a little. But
his desires wouldn't let him. He had no choice but to drive his
manhood in with extreme speed.

Lisa took him and then took him faster. Her
clit heated up and puckered with each hard kiss of his balls. She
welcomed it, she needed it, and she was getting it. It was a brutal
scene. Her ass stung, her clit burned, and her tits ached from the
scratch of the carpeted hump in the middle. Her knees tried to
squeeze together but the hump prevented that from happening.

A wail started from somewhere. Quiet at
first but got louder. It peaked in pitch and pierced their ears,
going nowhere in the sound proof cabin. Another yell joined in and
both sounds mingled. One no louder than the other, both heard the
screams of ecstasy as their work yielded pleasure. Like any siren,
the sound dwindled but then turned into small shrieks and
grunts.

James felt the pulsing from her pussy on his
shaft and wondered if it wasn't more like a quiver. It mattered
little as his own hips shuttered as well. While her sex seeped
around his cock, he slowed to remember the sight. She had soaked
him and the carpet, leaving both of their DNA all over.

Lisa could only spasm and pant. Her senses
had left her in her moment of Zen. The cum-shots in her twat, the
force of his ramming, and the sounds of their screams were all she
remembered and her nerves tingled with exhaustion. When James
released his firm grip on her hips, she melted to the floor.

Looking at the mess on the floorboard, James
knew he had another one in him, but he wasn't sure Lisa wanted
it.

Leaning over her, he approached an ear, "Are
you satisfied or do you want more?"

"It'll do." she whispered as she closed her
eyes and rested.

James grabbed his clothes and remembered his
phone. Pulling it out, he got to work. First a text to his recent
lover then a picture of her without her face in it, focusing more
on the mess between her legs as it laid on the hump, dribbling his
foamy seed from it.

He let her lie while he dressed but he
couldn't leave her there. The ride might be smooth, but she would
be hurt by the bouncing from the road. He picked her up as best he
could and rolled her on the side bench seat. It was the longest of
the three. He pulled the middle seat belt down and worked it under
her and with effort, got it to click in the lock.

Feasting his eyes one more time on the
broken angel in front of him, he exited the back and entered back
into the front.

He sped to her home more than twenty minutes
away. The digital clock read 5:20 am when he pulled into her drive.
He was so thankful this day was Sunday and he could sleep in and
recover. The night had worn on him with the stress of the job and a
pissed off father. Not to mention the physical toll of satisfying
Lisa.

He rushed to the back and opened the door.
Lisa was ready to go. Stepping out of the car, she asked him, "Did
you think I wouldn't remember?"

"I was making sure you didn't forget." and
offered her his arm.

She gave him the smuggest of smiles and
said, "I doubt I'll ever forget."

James dropped her off at her door and he
didn't even have to unzip her. She had never zipped it back up
after their romp in the back of the limo.

Rushing back to the office, he finished his
paperwork, listing all the stops and drop off times, checking out,
he headed for home. It was a shame that his roommate wasn’t up to
hear of his unbelievable night. He wasn’t a braggart anyway and
vowed not to mention it to Mike. Telling that horn dog anything
would bring even a wilder tale out of him.

Mike Goodman was the only friend he had that
followed him to college after high school. He urged James to go to
the frat parties but his moral compass wouldn’t point him in that
direction. His biggest fear was causing emotional trauma to a girl
he couldn’t love. Mike, however, had no morals and it was any ole
port in the storm for him.

Sunday was spent sleeping and puttering
around the house. He finally got his tips out of his pocket and
found two one hundred dollar bills. This was the money Carpenter's
Creek gave him but he never knew her name. He was baffled by the
generosity a rich girl had given out. The odds were slim at best to
ever get a tip like that from anyone.