Uber Driver Gets Invited Inside An Exotic Party
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Hi Y’all,
Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written. The move to Fairfield, CA, my husband’s new job at Travis AFB, getting the k**s back in school and figuring out how to drive for Uber again in California took much longer than expected.
With the k**s back in school last week I was free at 9AM and didn’t have to pick them up until 3PM so I turned on my Uber app to see who needed a ride. It turned out having a pass to get in and out of Travis was beneficial as I was soon inside the gates and headed to the Westwind Inn, an on base hotel of sorts, to pick up my first ride. It turned out to be a small family of three who needed a ride to SFO.
My god how far is that, I thought to myself, as I’d not driven into San Francisco yet. The app said it would take 62 min so sure, it was a good start to the day. Both the husband and wife were in the Air Force and were transferring to JBLM, where I’d just come from. So we had a great conversation of sharing tips of each of the different bases we both knew so much about. It wasn’t long at all before I was pulling up to the Alaska Airlines gate at SFO to drop them off.
I decided to try out the Uber pickup process at SFO. I followed the directions to sit in the geo-fenced waiting area and submitted through the app I was ready to pick up. It wasn’t long before I got notified of a rider waiting for me at level 5 of the main parking garage. The rider’s name was Brad and looked to be a trim dark haired guy from his profile picture.
Minutes later I was picking up Brad and learning from the app that he was headed to his condo in San Francisco. I made some quick chit-chat with Brad and learned he was returning from LA and he was in the post-production business of small films. I immediately wondered if he was in porn and the way this story goes I still wonder. Well now I know but won’t get too far ahead of myself.
Brad started asking questions about me and if I enjoyed working for Uber. I told him I did and it was such a great way to meet new people and make money. We talked about my move and settling into California and what motivated me to drive for Uber. I told him about the flexibility but also the money and especially the tips. I told him I aimed to please.
“A good looking mom like yourself probably has no trouble getting tips”, he said to me as I locked eyes with him through the mirror.
I told him I’d been known to go the extra mile to make my riders happy and that led to him asking me more questions. I admitted to him that I’d had lunch with some riders and he asked me back if I’d ever had a date with a rider? I decided to test the waters and say that while it didn’t happen often that I’d had fun with some riders and that being in an open relationship with my husband, I enjoyed taking advantage of that.
Brad started to get even more interested in the conversation and I was soon admitting to him that I even had a Reddit and Twitter account where I shared stories about hooking up with riders and even posted some videos on an Adult Friendfinder account I had. Brad was asking me for my account names so he could check them out and admitted he loved the idea of what I did as he was a huge fan of the Fake Taxi theme in porn. I told him they should give me residuals as I had been sucking guys off in my Uber far before that series came out. It was refreshing to be talking so openly about my kink and Brad was eating it up and encouraging me like it was just a normal open conversation.
We were entering the southern part of San Francisco at this point and Brad lived in the area called Little Hollywood. Brad didn’t really even ask me if I was interested in joining him, he pretty much just said we’re going to find a nice place to pull over and have some fun. I liked his style. He had me pull off the 101 and over to an area called Candlestick Point State Park. It was along the water and we were soon pulling into a somewhat isolated area although there were still plenty of cars in the near distance passing by. It was an odd deserted area for such a big city.
I parked and looked back at Brad and without saying a thing used his finger to gesture me to the back of my Honda. A place I knew all too well.
It’s been over a month since I’ve joined a guy in the back seat of my car so I was honestly a bit nervous. He was also obviously a very dominant person and knew exactly what he wanted from me.
“Take off your clothes”, he practically demanded.
I started with my blouse and was shaking a bit as I fumbled to get the buttons undone and pulled my blouse open, showing my tummy and bra to him. I eased it off and set it to the side of him. I unzipped my pants, wiggled out of them, and placed them with the blouse.
I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, but he stopped me. "Look at you! Very nice." If he noticed my discomfort, he didn't back off any. He squeezed one of my bra-clad breasts, hooked his finger in the lacey cup, and pulled it aside, exposing my long, thick nipple for a second before releasing it. "Now your bra," he said.
Somehow I made my arms reach behind my back and undid the clip, but I held it securely in place in front. I was barely able to make my shoulders shrug the straps off. I slowly lowered the cups away from my boobs, revealing them bit by tiny bit, but I stalled before I showed my nipples to this stranger.
"Niice." He cupped one of my tits in his hand and squeezed it. He released it, fondled the other one, and said, "They look natural."
"Yeah, it's all me."
"What size?"
"Um, 34, C cup," I semi-stammered. He pinched the nipple and pulled it, stretching it to the point of hurting. I sensed he’d done this more than a few times with women and he knew what he liked. He also immediately enjoyed treating me like a slut, which seemed very natural to him. He knew my type well.
He said, "Now your panties." I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and started to lower them. I stalled when I got to where my bush would be if I had one. When I got to the very top fraction of an inch of my slit, he said, "Oh, you shave. Niiice."
He helped me push my panties the rest of the way off and reached under and cupped my pussy, rubbing it with two fingers. His fingers separated my outer lips and he told me what a nice fat cunt I had. He then fondled my ass, squeezed my cheeks, and ran his finger down my crack, brushing it across my asshole.
A wave of light-headedness washed over me as I realized that here I was, under his control, not knowing how much further he was going to push me, not able to say no.
He stroked my slit and found out my little secret -- I was already soaking wet. He slid a finger in deep. "Oooh, good, you're wet -- you're enjoying yourself." He pulled his finger out of my pussy and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on it, raised the corners of my mouth into an accepting smile, hoping I looked sexy for him and enjoyed the taste of my pussy on his thick fingers.
He then returned to my now soaking and wanting cunt. He slid his fingers across my slit, and pushed his middle finger into me, one knuckle deep, then two, then all the way to the palm. He slowly pulled it out, then pushed it back in, then out. His next stroke felt thicker -- it was two fingers. He mini-fucked me with them, five or six stokes, then pulled out and rapidly flicked his fingers across my clit. He was all business -- his touch was coarse. Despite that, I was very close to cumming. I loved the control he had over me.
"Take a seat next to me here. Slide forward, that's right, all the way to the edge. Spread your legs like a good slut. Do you masturbate?" He asked as he reached over and started to finger fuck me again, teasing my asshole with his fingers too.
"Of course," I said, trying to keep my head from exploding at how boldly he fondled me, as well as his verbal abruptness.
"How often?"
"Every day." I don't know why I said that, I guess I thought it sounded sexy. It's actually more like a few times a week.
"Can you cum on your fingers, or do you need a toy?"
"Fingers," I said, truthfully, "but it takes longer."
"Show me."
I pulled my thick and swollen outer lips apart, and ran a middle finger up and down, outlining my opening, tracing the crinkly inner lips.
“Damn you’ve got a big juicy cunt don’t you. Fuck look at that big meaty cunt. No wonder you do this for tips. That’s a world class cunt. Keep rubbing it!”
I was so turned on by his dirty and matter of fact way of talking to me. I looped my finger under my clit and rubbed from side to side. As soon as I started rubbing my clit directly, a massive climax washed over me, as strong as anything I ever felt before. I came and came and came. My body flexed into a single, trembling muscle contraction, funneling all energy in the car into one massive explosion of energy. I was so free, getting off completely naked where anyone walking by could clearly see me cumming in the back of my Honda.
As soon as I recovered he simply said, "Suck my cock you sexy slut!”
I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and pulled them to the floor of my car before neatly folding them and placing them next to him. I tugged his boxers down below his cock, which flipped up and bopped my face when it cleared the elastic, leaving a blob of pre-cum on my cheek.
His cock was a nice one. It looked huge but probably because it was as hard as a cock could get. I kissed the tip of his cock and then shyly licked it, just the tip of my tongue lapping the underside of his nice dick. I kissed it again, held my mouth on it, and drew the tiniest amount between my lips, not even past my front teeth.
His dick quivered in eagerness. I took the tip between my lips again, and drew a full inch in, then another half inch. I stroked over that tiny portion of his length a couple of times then pulled off again, leaving a thin thread of thick saliva from his tip to my lips. It was time to get real. I was loving his cock.
I opened my mouth, shut my eyes, and took half his length between my lips. I coated it in saliva, swirled my tongue on its underside, and sucked. It totally filled my mouth. I tried pushing my face down over him. I got an additional inch in, then by pushing harder, another. I pulled back, and let the tip escape my mouth with a sharp popping sound. He moaned, took it out of my hand, slapped my cheek with it three or four times, and forced it back into my mouth.
I gripped the base with my fist and tried to focus on suction and tongue motion, but he was clearly only interested in two things: depth and more depth. Luckily, right as he bumped my tonsils and I nearly gagged, my lips contacted my hand, and he allowed me to pull off.
"Look at me," he said. He didn't instruct me further, so I lowered my face and resumed blowing him. "No, let me see your eyes while you suck me." It was a struggle, but in a couple of thrusts I found a way to maintain eye contact.
I stroked him slowly as I got used to the awkward angle. A chill washed over me, the hairs on my arms and neck stood up, and my pussy flooded with extra wetness as I kept eye contact with him. It was so intense.
I bobbed my head over him faster, sucking with all my might. After five or six strokes, he pulled out, gripped my chin, and lifted my face up so he could take good aim with his cock. Another thick strand of saliva stretched from my lips to his tip. He leaned back, and the drool sagged down onto my chin. He slapped each of my cheeks with his dick several times, and reinserted. I cupped his balls and lightly stroked their underside.
He cupped his hand on the back of my head, holding me still, and began fucking my mouth in earnest. He did all the thrusting, all I did was suck, but I did that as hard as I could. I got a bit more comfortable with maintaining the eye contact he wanted, and he fucked my face faster and faster.
I pushed him out of my mouth and stroked him with my fist, twice as fast as he had been pushing into me. After ten or twelve quick strokes, I gripped his tip extra tight, and practically vibrated my hand over it. He moaned and enjoyed it for a long moment.
I finally heard his breathing change -- he was going to cum. I’ve learned that the nearer a guy is to cumming, the more sensitive his tip gets, and the better it feels to focus all the friction and suction there. I reduced my stroking to his top few inches, doubled my speed, and sucked harder. He breathed quicker and shallower. Right before I was sure he was going to unleash a torrent of warm, salty goo into my mouth, he pulled out!
He said, "Open wide!”
He laid the tip of his cock on top of my lower lip and started blasting streams of cum into my mouth. After the second or third, I could feel the jizz filling up my mouth. Just before the last squirt, he pulled back and let his cum fly onto my face. It landed above my eyebrow and made a gloppy bridge across my eye to my cheek. I squeezed my eye shut, but his jizz was runny enough to seep between my eyelids -- it stung like hell.
He said, "Don't swallow." Luckily, I hadn't already. "Show me." I had to rearrange the mouthful of jizz to be visible on my tongue and not drip out, but even so when I opened wide and showed it to him, a squirt's worth slid over my lip and onto my chin. I pushed it back into my mouth. "Now swallow." I did, and showed him my empty mouth. I felt so silly I grinned goofily. I was proud of myself, even with one cum-flooded eye squeezed tight. I’d sucked my first California cock parked on the streets of San Francisco. I loved it!
I used my finger to scoop up the rest of the cum and eat it for him. Savoring the spoils of my victory. He looked at me like, damn I thought I was the one in charge when all along I got exactly what I wanted.
I’ll end this adventure here but if you’re interested I can write about what happened next… Where he took great pleasure fucking my asshole in his apartment and telling me how I could make a lot of money making porn. Let me know :)
Kisses, jen
Sorry it’s been so long since I’ve written. The move to Fairfield, CA, my husband’s new job at Travis AFB, getting the k**s back in school and figuring out how to drive for Uber again in California took much longer than expected.
With the k**s back in school last week I was free at 9AM and didn’t have to pick them up until 3PM so I turned on my Uber app to see who needed a ride. It turned out having a pass to get in and out of Travis was beneficial as I was soon inside the gates and headed to the Westwind Inn, an on base hotel of sorts, to pick up my first ride. It turned out to be a small family of three who needed a ride to SFO.
My god how far is that, I thought to myself, as I’d not driven into San Francisco yet. The app said it would take 62 min so sure, it was a good start to the day. Both the husband and wife were in the Air Force and were transferring to JBLM, where I’d just come from. So we had a great conversation of sharing tips of each of the different bases we both knew so much about. It wasn’t long at all before I was pulling up to the Alaska Airlines gate at SFO to drop them off.
I decided to try out the Uber pickup process at SFO. I followed the directions to sit in the geo-fenced waiting area and submitted through the app I was ready to pick up. It wasn’t long before I got notified of a rider waiting for me at level 5 of the main parking garage. The rider’s name was Brad and looked to be a trim dark haired guy from his profile picture.
Minutes later I was picking up Brad and learning from the app that he was headed to his condo in San Francisco. I made some quick chit-chat with Brad and learned he was returning from LA and he was in the post-production business of small films. I immediately wondered if he was in porn and the way this story goes I still wonder. Well now I know but won’t get too far ahead of myself.
Brad started asking questions about me and if I enjoyed working for Uber. I told him I did and it was such a great way to meet new people and make money. We talked about my move and settling into California and what motivated me to drive for Uber. I told him about the flexibility but also the money and especially the tips. I told him I aimed to please.
“A good looking mom like yourself probably has no trouble getting tips”, he said to me as I locked eyes with him through the mirror.
I told him I’d been known to go the extra mile to make my riders happy and that led to him asking me more questions. I admitted to him that I’d had lunch with some riders and he asked me back if I’d ever had a date with a rider? I decided to test the waters and say that while it didn’t happen often that I’d had fun with some riders and that being in an open relationship with my husband, I enjoyed taking advantage of that.
Brad started to get even more interested in the conversation and I was soon admitting to him that I even had a Reddit and Twitter account where I shared stories about hooking up with riders and even posted some videos on an Adult Friendfinder account I had. Brad was asking me for my account names so he could check them out and admitted he loved the idea of what I did as he was a huge fan of the Fake Taxi theme in porn. I told him they should give me residuals as I had been sucking guys off in my Uber far before that series came out. It was refreshing to be talking so openly about my kink and Brad was eating it up and encouraging me like it was just a normal open conversation.
We were entering the southern part of San Francisco at this point and Brad lived in the area called Little Hollywood. Brad didn’t really even ask me if I was interested in joining him, he pretty much just said we’re going to find a nice place to pull over and have some fun. I liked his style. He had me pull off the 101 and over to an area called Candlestick Point State Park. It was along the water and we were soon pulling into a somewhat isolated area although there were still plenty of cars in the near distance passing by. It was an odd deserted area for such a big city.
I parked and looked back at Brad and without saying a thing used his finger to gesture me to the back of my Honda. A place I knew all too well.
It’s been over a month since I’ve joined a guy in the back seat of my car so I was honestly a bit nervous. He was also obviously a very dominant person and knew exactly what he wanted from me.
“Take off your clothes”, he practically demanded.
I started with my blouse and was shaking a bit as I fumbled to get the buttons undone and pulled my blouse open, showing my tummy and bra to him. I eased it off and set it to the side of him. I unzipped my pants, wiggled out of them, and placed them with the blouse.
I reached behind my back to unclasp my bra, but he stopped me. "Look at you! Very nice." If he noticed my discomfort, he didn't back off any. He squeezed one of my bra-clad breasts, hooked his finger in the lacey cup, and pulled it aside, exposing my long, thick nipple for a second before releasing it. "Now your bra," he said.
Somehow I made my arms reach behind my back and undid the clip, but I held it securely in place in front. I was barely able to make my shoulders shrug the straps off. I slowly lowered the cups away from my boobs, revealing them bit by tiny bit, but I stalled before I showed my nipples to this stranger.
"Niice." He cupped one of my tits in his hand and squeezed it. He released it, fondled the other one, and said, "They look natural."
"Yeah, it's all me."
"What size?"
"Um, 34, C cup," I semi-stammered. He pinched the nipple and pulled it, stretching it to the point of hurting. I sensed he’d done this more than a few times with women and he knew what he liked. He also immediately enjoyed treating me like a slut, which seemed very natural to him. He knew my type well.
He said, "Now your panties." I hooked my thumbs in the elastic and started to lower them. I stalled when I got to where my bush would be if I had one. When I got to the very top fraction of an inch of my slit, he said, "Oh, you shave. Niiice."
He helped me push my panties the rest of the way off and reached under and cupped my pussy, rubbing it with two fingers. His fingers separated my outer lips and he told me what a nice fat cunt I had. He then fondled my ass, squeezed my cheeks, and ran his finger down my crack, brushing it across my asshole.
A wave of light-headedness washed over me as I realized that here I was, under his control, not knowing how much further he was going to push me, not able to say no.
He stroked my slit and found out my little secret -- I was already soaking wet. He slid a finger in deep. "Oooh, good, you're wet -- you're enjoying yourself." He pulled his finger out of my pussy and slid it into my mouth. I sucked on it, raised the corners of my mouth into an accepting smile, hoping I looked sexy for him and enjoyed the taste of my pussy on his thick fingers.
He then returned to my now soaking and wanting cunt. He slid his fingers across my slit, and pushed his middle finger into me, one knuckle deep, then two, then all the way to the palm. He slowly pulled it out, then pushed it back in, then out. His next stroke felt thicker -- it was two fingers. He mini-fucked me with them, five or six stokes, then pulled out and rapidly flicked his fingers across my clit. He was all business -- his touch was coarse. Despite that, I was very close to cumming. I loved the control he had over me.
"Take a seat next to me here. Slide forward, that's right, all the way to the edge. Spread your legs like a good slut. Do you masturbate?" He asked as he reached over and started to finger fuck me again, teasing my asshole with his fingers too.
"Of course," I said, trying to keep my head from exploding at how boldly he fondled me, as well as his verbal abruptness.
"How often?"
"Every day." I don't know why I said that, I guess I thought it sounded sexy. It's actually more like a few times a week.
"Can you cum on your fingers, or do you need a toy?"
"Fingers," I said, truthfully, "but it takes longer."
"Show me."
I pulled my thick and swollen outer lips apart, and ran a middle finger up and down, outlining my opening, tracing the crinkly inner lips.
“Damn you’ve got a big juicy cunt don’t you. Fuck look at that big meaty cunt. No wonder you do this for tips. That’s a world class cunt. Keep rubbing it!”
I was so turned on by his dirty and matter of fact way of talking to me. I looped my finger under my clit and rubbed from side to side. As soon as I started rubbing my clit directly, a massive climax washed over me, as strong as anything I ever felt before. I came and came and came. My body flexed into a single, trembling muscle contraction, funneling all energy in the car into one massive explosion of energy. I was so free, getting off completely naked where anyone walking by could clearly see me cumming in the back of my Honda.
As soon as I recovered he simply said, "Suck my cock you sexy slut!”
I unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks, and pulled them to the floor of my car before neatly folding them and placing them next to him. I tugged his boxers down below his cock, which flipped up and bopped my face when it cleared the elastic, leaving a blob of pre-cum on my cheek.
His cock was a nice one. It looked huge but probably because it was as hard as a cock could get. I kissed the tip of his cock and then shyly licked it, just the tip of my tongue lapping the underside of his nice dick. I kissed it again, held my mouth on it, and drew the tiniest amount between my lips, not even past my front teeth.
His dick quivered in eagerness. I took the tip between my lips again, and drew a full inch in, then another half inch. I stroked over that tiny portion of his length a couple of times then pulled off again, leaving a thin thread of thick saliva from his tip to my lips. It was time to get real. I was loving his cock.
I opened my mouth, shut my eyes, and took half his length between my lips. I coated it in saliva, swirled my tongue on its underside, and sucked. It totally filled my mouth. I tried pushing my face down over him. I got an additional inch in, then by pushing harder, another. I pulled back, and let the tip escape my mouth with a sharp popping sound. He moaned, took it out of my hand, slapped my cheek with it three or four times, and forced it back into my mouth.
I gripped the base with my fist and tried to focus on suction and tongue motion, but he was clearly only interested in two things: depth and more depth. Luckily, right as he bumped my tonsils and I nearly gagged, my lips contacted my hand, and he allowed me to pull off.
"Look at me," he said. He didn't instruct me further, so I lowered my face and resumed blowing him. "No, let me see your eyes while you suck me." It was a struggle, but in a couple of thrusts I found a way to maintain eye contact.
I stroked him slowly as I got used to the awkward angle. A chill washed over me, the hairs on my arms and neck stood up, and my pussy flooded with extra wetness as I kept eye contact with him. It was so intense.
I bobbed my head over him faster, sucking with all my might. After five or six strokes, he pulled out, gripped my chin, and lifted my face up so he could take good aim with his cock. Another thick strand of saliva stretched from my lips to his tip. He leaned back, and the drool sagged down onto my chin. He slapped each of my cheeks with his dick several times, and reinserted. I cupped his balls and lightly stroked their underside.
He cupped his hand on the back of my head, holding me still, and began fucking my mouth in earnest. He did all the thrusting, all I did was suck, but I did that as hard as I could. I got a bit more comfortable with maintaining the eye contact he wanted, and he fucked my face faster and faster.
I pushed him out of my mouth and stroked him with my fist, twice as fast as he had been pushing into me. After ten or twelve quick strokes, I gripped his tip extra tight, and practically vibrated my hand over it. He moaned and enjoyed it for a long moment.
I finally heard his breathing change -- he was going to cum. I’ve learned that the nearer a guy is to cumming, the more sensitive his tip gets, and the better it feels to focus all the friction and suction there. I reduced my stroking to his top few inches, doubled my speed, and sucked harder. He breathed quicker and shallower. Right before I was sure he was going to unleash a torrent of warm, salty goo into my mouth, he pulled out!
He said, "Open wide!”
He laid the tip of his cock on top of my lower lip and started blasting streams of cum into my mouth. After the second or third, I could feel the jizz filling up my mouth. Just before the last squirt, he pulled back and let his cum fly onto my face. It landed above my eyebrow and made a gloppy bridge across my eye to my cheek. I squeezed my eye shut, but his jizz was runny enough to seep between my eyelids -- it stung like hell.
He said, "Don't swallow." Luckily, I hadn't already. "Show me." I had to rearrange the mouthful of jizz to be visible on my tongue and not drip out, but even so when I opened wide and showed it to him, a squirt's worth slid over my lip and onto my chin. I pushed it back into my mouth. "Now swallow." I did, and showed him my empty mouth. I felt so silly I grinned goofily. I was proud of myself, even with one cum-flooded eye squeezed tight. I’d sucked my first California cock parked on the streets of San Francisco. I loved it!
I used my finger to scoop up the rest of the cum and eat it for him. Savoring the spoils of my victory. He looked at me like, damn I thought I was the one in charge when all along I got exactly what I wanted.
I’ll end this adventure here but if you’re interested I can write about what happened next… Where he took great pleasure fucking my asshole in his apartment and telling me how I could make a lot of money making porn. Let me know :)
Kisses, jen
Anastasia
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