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I am so proud of you, Babe! Or should I say Ma'am now?
You landed the biggest account in your company's history and made all the old men look stupid while you were doing it.
And that you're A-list we get to attend all the black tie events. Like tonight at the museum, it will probably be like you're "Coming Out" thing.
So Sugar Mama, you just relax and let me take care of the details. I'll go pick up your dress at the cleaners. We need to leave by 7. Do you need me to bathe and dress you? Or would you like me to hire someone?
6:50 pm
Holy Shit! Babe. You look hotter than hot. People are going to have a stroke when they see you in that dress. The way the top clings to your breast is so alluring, and backless? Did you know that when you move the top of your ass peeks out? Just a little... And the silk gloves are a nice touch, or would be a nice touch, if you get my drift.
Here's your silk wrap. The car is waiting.
Yes, I ordered a car! There is no reason that we can't travel in style now, and we can both have fun tonight.
The driver greets us and informs us that her name is Stacey. This is a pleasant surprise; a female driver. She's all of 5 foot tall with curves in all the right places. She's wearing a traditional chauffeur's jacket, double breast with shiny buttons. She's also wear skin tight leggings and knee high boots. The costume is completed by matching chauffeur's hat.
She opens the door for us and I asked if she knew where we need to go?
As we ride, you pull my arm across you and squeeze it. You're nervous but happy tonight.
Even through my tux jacket, I can feel your breasts through the thin material of your dress. I run my hand all the way up your thigh over your dress. It's a good thing the dress isn't slit. We'd never make it to the museum.
You lean into to me and tell me your naughty little secret; You don't have anything on under the dress.... Thank God, I wore boxer briefs tonight.
We pull up to the entrance. The valet opens the door and helps you out. The look on his face says it all, “You are one hot piece.”
As we walk in, heads turn! The attention you are commanding is awesome, and sexy. I am being a gentleman but I just want to jump up on the bar and scream, “That’s right, I’m hitting that!”
We find our table. Great! We’re sitting with your boss and his wife, the two stuffiest people in existence.
We’re also sitting with the president of the company and his wife. They’re not too bad just a little dry. And Rich and Betty! I love Rich and Betty. They’re 15 years older than we are and act 10 years younger. This is going to be fun!
The dinner conversation is a little dry. Everyone’s trying to not talk about work. I caught the bosses wife giving you a reproving stare. Your dress is outside of her comfort zone. I also caught Rich giving an approving glance. One and one, not too bad!
Dinner ends and the President excuses himself to talk to someone about something. It seems he was as eager to get away from Bossman and we are. The president’s wife also excuses herself to go talk croney with her old cronies. Things are getting more awkward by the minute.
Then the music starts up.
Rich grabs your hand and drags you to the dance floor. I think he’s intending on feeling you up some. Betty grabs my hand and heads to the dance floor too. I tried to be polite and excuse ourselves from Bossman and Bosswife but I just wasn't given a chance.
Betty and I move and turn in rhythm, all the while making fun of you and Rich. He’s a great guy but a lousy dancer. Betty is dancing very close to me. She’s not you but I can tell she still has a great figure under that dress. She gives me a naughty smile as her thigh brushes my crotch again!
She looks over at you and Rich. Rich’s hand was low on your hip. Betty looks back to me and says jokingly, “You better be careful. Looks like Rich is trying to feel up your wife. You may be called to defend her honor.” I retorted that you can take care of yourself and also, I just get even by coping a feel off Betty. Betty seemed rather enticed by that answer.
As the songs changed, we switched partners. I tease you about getting felt up by Rich and you want to know why I have a flashlight stuck down the front of my pants.
As a ballad began playing, you pressed yourself against me. Your body is warm and I can feel all of you through your dress. You look up and apologize for teasing me. I say that I’m enjoying it but it’s getting hard to walk. With a sly smile, you take my hand and walk away from the crowd. I can see the dark corner you are heading for and I think I know what you have in mind.
We disappear into the shadows. Without taking off your gloves you open my pants and pull out my dick. The gloves feel so soft and smooth. Your gloved hand slides up and down my shaft. A movement in the corner of my eye causes me a slight panic. I turned my head to find Betty watching us. With a quick nod, she lets me know that it’s OK to keep going and that she was acting as a lookout. I turned my body a little so she can get a better view.
It doesn't take me long to arrive. Thank you! The black gloves will hide the stains but I hope they’ll come clean. You reply that you can afford new ones.
We return to the party. I walk up to the bar for more drinks. Betty was at the bar too. I didn’t know whether to thank her or pretend like nothing happened. Betty made the decision for me. She discreetly patted my crotch can asked, “Feel better?” I replied that I’ll at least make it to the end of the evening now. Betty chuckled and said something about it being Rich’s turn. Again as she walked away, Betty mentioned something about joining her and Rich at “Their Club!” I swear they want to swing with us.
The rest of the evening was carefree socializing, drinking, and dancing. You maintained your composure and dignity fitting your new position but you were hammered. No need to sugar coat it and you went right back to teasing me after the wonderful silken hand release you gave me. So much so that I was more than ready to go again by the end of the night.
As the band began to tear down, I texted Stacey to bring the car around. You needed a lot of support to get to the car. Stacey opened the door for us, she was too professional to smile out right but her eyes told me she thought we had a good time.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, you grabbed my head and kissed me fiercely. I could feel the heat radiating off your body and your nipples poking through your dress and my shirt. Apparently, mine wasn't the only passion that had been building all night. I ran my hand down your back. You’re soft, warm skin is so tantalizing. You moan as my hand moves below your waist and the back of your dress is soaked.
Stacey called back to us, “You guys in any hurry to get home? If not, I know a really romantic drive along the lake.” I told Stacey that sounded lovely and please take us for a drive.
As the limo made the next turn, you went into high gear. You undid the dresses clasp behind your neck and raised yourself off the seat so it would slide completely off your body. Sitting next to me wearing only the gloves, your heels, and jewelry, you instruct me to lay back. You jump between my legs and start unbuckling my pants. I decided to let you take care of the bottoms and I’ll take care of the tops. As you pulled off my boxers you exclaimed that I’m getting rid of every pair of cotton underwear that I own because my cock deserves to be encased in silk. And with that, you dove on my rod.
I gasped because your mouth felt so good. It was so hot and you squeezed me with your cheeks and I lost my mind. I couldn't think about anything other than the please you were giving me. You came up for air once, I opened my eyes slightly to catch Stacey stealing a glance in the rear view mirror. I forgot to tell her to put the privacy screen up. Oh well, too late now! You resumed your ministrations and I forgot about that train of thought as well.
You brought me right to the edge but I wasn't ready so I grabbed you and put you in the seat next to me. Then I took my place between your legs. Your thighs felt crazy soft on the sides of my face as I started to tongue you. Being shaved bare and the softness of your skin makes eating your pussy a joy that I will never grow tired of. You moaned loudly with the first flicks of my tongue. I began fucking you with two fingers while I sucked your clit. You started to pant and I increased my efforts. With your back arched you came loudly. I noticed the car had stopped moving. I looked over my shoulder to find Stacey watching us intently. Judging from the motions she was making, she was joining us, at least in spirit.
I didn't have much time for reverie though, I had to have you. I felt as though I had a throbbing piece of steel hanging between my legs. “Fuck me, Fuck me hard!” you commanded me. I entered you; you wrapped your legs around my waist to pull me even deeper. I pulled you off the seat and laid you down on the limo’s floor so I could pound your pussy with all my might. I reached down and stroked you please button with my thumb. You screamed and came again! I've never know you to arrive so easily. I am happy to please you.
I return to fucking you. My balls were slapping against you ass cheeks. We've never been this rough before, it was a seriously rush! My breaths became shallower and you knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. Your arms were wrapped around me, your legs were wrapped around me. You opened your eyes and said to me, “Do like they do in the movies!” With that I couldn't wait any longer, I pulled my cock from your pussy and shot one big load after another all over your tits and stomach. You rubbed my cum all over yourself. You even tasted a finger full.
I glance over my shoulder at Stacey. She wasn't quite finished yet. When you noticed you sat up and watched too. Unexpectedly you started to encourage her. “Keep going pretty girl!” you said, “You had a long night and deserved a big one!” Stacey smiled but never opened her eyes. She took a deep breath, arched her back and came hard. She let a quiet, very sexy, whimper, and stopped moving her hand. You and I sat there and watched her like proud parents.
Stacey came back to reality and opened her eyes. She saw us watching her and immediately became embarrassed. “I’m so sorry,” she spurted out. I reassured that no apologies were necessary but she felt the need to keep explaining herself. “I see a lot driving a limo,” Stacey continued, “But no one has ever been as sexy as you two. I can usually wait until I get home but you guys were just too inspiring. Please don’t tell my boss, I really need this job.”
I reassured her again that we weren’t offended in the slightest and we’re actually flattered by her verbal, and non-verbal, compliments. I then instructed her to get us on our way home.
You climbed into my lap for the ride home. We kissed and I ran my hands all over your still naked body. I squeezed your breasts and bent down to suck your nipples but as my cock started to rise again you fell asleep. No matter, it’s been a long night and you deserve it.
The car pulled into our driveway. It was almost 3:am but I was still a little worried about our neighbors seeing something. I set you down on the seat next to me and hastily put on a legal amount of clothing but there was no way I could get you back into your dress. Stacey being the professional sensed my problem and said, “If you give me your keys, I can run point for you.” I did as she suggested. I gave about a 60 second head start and then I picked up your naked body and quickly walked to the front door.
As I got inside I realized that I left the air on and it was freezing. I laid you on the couch, threw a blanket over you, and headed back outside to settle up.
When I got back to the car, I found that Stacey had removed her Chauffeurs jacket, and what I thought were leggings was actually a full body, sleeveless, cat suit. The little blond could see my eyes bulging out of my head, I didn't even try to hide it. She smiled and informed me that the jacket is kind of bulky so she tries to wear as little as possible underneath it. Then she asked, “Got anything else planned for the evening?” I’m sure that was an allusion to more sex, and I think she was trying to get invited.
I informed her that you were definitely done for the evening and she was definitely disappoint. I asked her, “Isn't your boyfriend still awake?” She replied, “Don’t have one, and my regular booty call is out of town.” I retorted, “That sucks!” And Stacey came back with a sly smile and said, “Yeah, but when all else fails, my roommate doesn't usually mind when I crawl in bed next to her.” I chuckled, “Roommates have got to be good for something, right?”
I pulled a $50 out of my wallet and handed it to the busty driver. “This is for your exceptional service this evening,” I informed her, and with quick second thought, I handed her another and said, “THIS is for your discretion.”
She made a good show of putting the bills into her top. And by good show, I mean she gave me a quick nipple flash. “I hope I can drive you guys again,” she said, to which I replied, “Don’t worry, we’ll ask for you by name next time.”
With that she spun around and walked to the car, swinging her spandex covered ass swinging back and forth. Then she got and drove off.
Then I walked back inside and put you to bed!
You landed the biggest account in your company's history and made all the old men look stupid while you were doing it.
And that you're A-list we get to attend all the black tie events. Like tonight at the museum, it will probably be like you're "Coming Out" thing.
So Sugar Mama, you just relax and let me take care of the details. I'll go pick up your dress at the cleaners. We need to leave by 7. Do you need me to bathe and dress you? Or would you like me to hire someone?
6:50 pm
Holy Shit! Babe. You look hotter than hot. People are going to have a stroke when they see you in that dress. The way the top clings to your breast is so alluring, and backless? Did you know that when you move the top of your ass peeks out? Just a little... And the silk gloves are a nice touch, or would be a nice touch, if you get my drift.
Here's your silk wrap. The car is waiting.
Yes, I ordered a car! There is no reason that we can't travel in style now, and we can both have fun tonight.
The driver greets us and informs us that her name is Stacey. This is a pleasant surprise; a female driver. She's all of 5 foot tall with curves in all the right places. She's wearing a traditional chauffeur's jacket, double breast with shiny buttons. She's also wear skin tight leggings and knee high boots. The costume is completed by matching chauffeur's hat.
She opens the door for us and I asked if she knew where we need to go?
As we ride, you pull my arm across you and squeeze it. You're nervous but happy tonight.
Even through my tux jacket, I can feel your breasts through the thin material of your dress. I run my hand all the way up your thigh over your dress. It's a good thing the dress isn't slit. We'd never make it to the museum.
You lean into to me and tell me your naughty little secret; You don't have anything on under the dress.... Thank God, I wore boxer briefs tonight.
We pull up to the entrance. The valet opens the door and helps you out. The look on his face says it all, “You are one hot piece.”
As we walk in, heads turn! The attention you are commanding is awesome, and sexy. I am being a gentleman but I just want to jump up on the bar and scream, “That’s right, I’m hitting that!”
We find our table. Great! We’re sitting with your boss and his wife, the two stuffiest people in existence.
We’re also sitting with the president of the company and his wife. They’re not too bad just a little dry. And Rich and Betty! I love Rich and Betty. They’re 15 years older than we are and act 10 years younger. This is going to be fun!
The dinner conversation is a little dry. Everyone’s trying to not talk about work. I caught the bosses wife giving you a reproving stare. Your dress is outside of her comfort zone. I also caught Rich giving an approving glance. One and one, not too bad!
Dinner ends and the President excuses himself to talk to someone about something. It seems he was as eager to get away from Bossman and we are. The president’s wife also excuses herself to go talk croney with her old cronies. Things are getting more awkward by the minute.
Then the music starts up.
Rich grabs your hand and drags you to the dance floor. I think he’s intending on feeling you up some. Betty grabs my hand and heads to the dance floor too. I tried to be polite and excuse ourselves from Bossman and Bosswife but I just wasn't given a chance.
Betty and I move and turn in rhythm, all the while making fun of you and Rich. He’s a great guy but a lousy dancer. Betty is dancing very close to me. She’s not you but I can tell she still has a great figure under that dress. She gives me a naughty smile as her thigh brushes my crotch again!
She looks over at you and Rich. Rich’s hand was low on your hip. Betty looks back to me and says jokingly, “You better be careful. Looks like Rich is trying to feel up your wife. You may be called to defend her honor.” I retorted that you can take care of yourself and also, I just get even by coping a feel off Betty. Betty seemed rather enticed by that answer.
As the songs changed, we switched partners. I tease you about getting felt up by Rich and you want to know why I have a flashlight stuck down the front of my pants.
As a ballad began playing, you pressed yourself against me. Your body is warm and I can feel all of you through your dress. You look up and apologize for teasing me. I say that I’m enjoying it but it’s getting hard to walk. With a sly smile, you take my hand and walk away from the crowd. I can see the dark corner you are heading for and I think I know what you have in mind.
We disappear into the shadows. Without taking off your gloves you open my pants and pull out my dick. The gloves feel so soft and smooth. Your gloved hand slides up and down my shaft. A movement in the corner of my eye causes me a slight panic. I turned my head to find Betty watching us. With a quick nod, she lets me know that it’s OK to keep going and that she was acting as a lookout. I turned my body a little so she can get a better view.
It doesn't take me long to arrive. Thank you! The black gloves will hide the stains but I hope they’ll come clean. You reply that you can afford new ones.
We return to the party. I walk up to the bar for more drinks. Betty was at the bar too. I didn’t know whether to thank her or pretend like nothing happened. Betty made the decision for me. She discreetly patted my crotch can asked, “Feel better?” I replied that I’ll at least make it to the end of the evening now. Betty chuckled and said something about it being Rich’s turn. Again as she walked away, Betty mentioned something about joining her and Rich at “Their Club!” I swear they want to swing with us.
The rest of the evening was carefree socializing, drinking, and dancing. You maintained your composure and dignity fitting your new position but you were hammered. No need to sugar coat it and you went right back to teasing me after the wonderful silken hand release you gave me. So much so that I was more than ready to go again by the end of the night.
As the band began to tear down, I texted Stacey to bring the car around. You needed a lot of support to get to the car. Stacey opened the door for us, she was too professional to smile out right but her eyes told me she thought we had a good time.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, you grabbed my head and kissed me fiercely. I could feel the heat radiating off your body and your nipples poking through your dress and my shirt. Apparently, mine wasn't the only passion that had been building all night. I ran my hand down your back. You’re soft, warm skin is so tantalizing. You moan as my hand moves below your waist and the back of your dress is soaked.
Stacey called back to us, “You guys in any hurry to get home? If not, I know a really romantic drive along the lake.” I told Stacey that sounded lovely and please take us for a drive.
As the limo made the next turn, you went into high gear. You undid the dresses clasp behind your neck and raised yourself off the seat so it would slide completely off your body. Sitting next to me wearing only the gloves, your heels, and jewelry, you instruct me to lay back. You jump between my legs and start unbuckling my pants. I decided to let you take care of the bottoms and I’ll take care of the tops. As you pulled off my boxers you exclaimed that I’m getting rid of every pair of cotton underwear that I own because my cock deserves to be encased in silk. And with that, you dove on my rod.
I gasped because your mouth felt so good. It was so hot and you squeezed me with your cheeks and I lost my mind. I couldn't think about anything other than the please you were giving me. You came up for air once, I opened my eyes slightly to catch Stacey stealing a glance in the rear view mirror. I forgot to tell her to put the privacy screen up. Oh well, too late now! You resumed your ministrations and I forgot about that train of thought as well.
You brought me right to the edge but I wasn't ready so I grabbed you and put you in the seat next to me. Then I took my place between your legs. Your thighs felt crazy soft on the sides of my face as I started to tongue you. Being shaved bare and the softness of your skin makes eating your pussy a joy that I will never grow tired of. You moaned loudly with the first flicks of my tongue. I began fucking you with two fingers while I sucked your clit. You started to pant and I increased my efforts. With your back arched you came loudly. I noticed the car had stopped moving. I looked over my shoulder to find Stacey watching us intently. Judging from the motions she was making, she was joining us, at least in spirit.
I didn't have much time for reverie though, I had to have you. I felt as though I had a throbbing piece of steel hanging between my legs. “Fuck me, Fuck me hard!” you commanded me. I entered you; you wrapped your legs around my waist to pull me even deeper. I pulled you off the seat and laid you down on the limo’s floor so I could pound your pussy with all my might. I reached down and stroked you please button with my thumb. You screamed and came again! I've never know you to arrive so easily. I am happy to please you.
I return to fucking you. My balls were slapping against you ass cheeks. We've never been this rough before, it was a seriously rush! My breaths became shallower and you knew that I wasn't going to last much longer. Your arms were wrapped around me, your legs were wrapped around me. You opened your eyes and said to me, “Do like they do in the movies!” With that I couldn't wait any longer, I pulled my cock from your pussy and shot one big load after another all over your tits and stomach. You rubbed my cum all over yourself. You even tasted a finger full.
I glance over my shoulder at Stacey. She wasn't quite finished yet. When you noticed you sat up and watched too. Unexpectedly you started to encourage her. “Keep going pretty girl!” you said, “You had a long night and deserved a big one!” Stacey smiled but never opened her eyes. She took a deep breath, arched her back and came hard. She let a quiet, very sexy, whimper, and stopped moving her hand. You and I sat there and watched her like proud parents.
Stacey came back to reality and opened her eyes. She saw us watching her and immediately became embarrassed. “I’m so sorry,” she spurted out. I reassured that no apologies were necessary but she felt the need to keep explaining herself. “I see a lot driving a limo,” Stacey continued, “But no one has ever been as sexy as you two. I can usually wait until I get home but you guys were just too inspiring. Please don’t tell my boss, I really need this job.”
I reassured her again that we weren’t offended in the slightest and we’re actually flattered by her verbal, and non-verbal, compliments. I then instructed her to get us on our way home.
You climbed into my lap for the ride home. We kissed and I ran my hands all over your still naked body. I squeezed your breasts and bent down to suck your nipples but as my cock started to rise again you fell asleep. No matter, it’s been a long night and you deserve it.
The car pulled into our driveway. It was almost 3:am but I was still a little worried about our neighbors seeing something. I set you down on the seat next to me and hastily put on a legal amount of clothing but there was no way I could get you back into your dress. Stacey being the professional sensed my problem and said, “If you give me your keys, I can run point for you.” I did as she suggested. I gave about a 60 second head start and then I picked up your naked body and quickly walked to the front door.
As I got inside I realized that I left the air on and it was freezing. I laid you on the couch, threw a blanket over you, and headed back outside to settle up.
When I got back to the car, I found that Stacey had removed her Chauffeurs jacket, and what I thought were leggings was actually a full body, sleeveless, cat suit. The little blond could see my eyes bulging out of my head, I didn't even try to hide it. She smiled and informed me that the jacket is kind of bulky so she tries to wear as little as possible underneath it. Then she asked, “Got anything else planned for the evening?” I’m sure that was an allusion to more sex, and I think she was trying to get invited.
I informed her that you were definitely done for the evening and she was definitely disappoint. I asked her, “Isn't your boyfriend still awake?” She replied, “Don’t have one, and my regular booty call is out of town.” I retorted, “That sucks!” And Stacey came back with a sly smile and said, “Yeah, but when all else fails, my roommate doesn't usually mind when I crawl in bed next to her.” I chuckled, “Roommates have got to be good for something, right?”
I pulled a $50 out of my wallet and handed it to the busty driver. “This is for your exceptional service this evening,” I informed her, and with quick second thought, I handed her another and said, “THIS is for your discretion.”
She made a good show of putting the bills into her top. And by good show, I mean she gave me a quick nipple flash. “I hope I can drive you guys again,” she said, to which I replied, “Don’t worry, we’ll ask for you by name next time.”
With that she spun around and walked to the car, swinging her spandex covered ass swinging back and forth. Then she got and drove off.
Then I walked back inside and put you to bed!
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