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Story 14 – Cellblock-chapter 3
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Forbidden stories Story 23– Private Driver
Chapter 5 (Final) Mr. Langford came home on Sunday night. I watched the headlights turn into the driveway from the window of the garage apartment and felt the shift settle over the property. Rhea texted me twenty minutes later. He’s exhausted. Asleep by ten. Be ready tomorrow. I was. Monday I drove her to a charity committee meeting and two stores. She sat in the front seat the entire time, legs crossed, one hand resting high on her thigh so the skirt rode up. Every time I glanced over I got a clear view of soft inner thigh and the knowledge that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. At a red light she reached across and gave my cock a single slow squeeze through my pants. “Tonight,” she murmured. “He has a late call with the London office. You’ll have at least two hours.” I nodded, jaw tight, and kept driving. That night I waited until the main house lights dimmed on the second floor. Rhea met me at the side door in a silk robe that barely closed over her gigantic t
Forbidden stories Story 23– Private Driver
Chapter 4I came back the next afternoon the second she texted.House is empty. Garage. Now.I barely remembered parking. Rhea opened the side door in nothing but one of her husband’s dress shirts, half-buttoned and straining across her gigantic tits. The second I was inside she grabbed my belt and dragged me toward the living room.“You’ve been thinking about it all day,” she said, voice already rough. “I could tell from the way you looked at me this morning.”“Yeah.”“Then stop being polite and fuck me like you mean it.”I shoved the shirt off her shoulders. Her heavy tits spilled free, soft and full, nipples already tight. I buried my face between them, sucking and biting while she moaned and pushed them together around my mouth. My hands squeezed hard enough to leave red marks. She only arched into it.“That’s right,” she gasped. “Use them. They’re yours right now.”I walked her backward until her thighs hit the arm of the couch, then turned her around and bent her over it. She w
Forbidden stories Story 23– Private Driver
Chapter 3 I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes I felt her hand on my cock through my pants and saw the way her tits had looked in that thin top — heavy, soft, nipples pressing against the fabric. By morning I was already half-hard. I took a cold shower that didn’t help, put on the dark shirt she liked, and waited by the car like a man walking into something he couldn’t reverse. Rhea came out of the house at 10:40 in a soft black dress that clung to every curve. No bra. I could tell from the way her gigantic tits moved when she walked down the steps. She climbed into the front seat, buckled in, and gave me a slow look that went straight to my groin. “Afternoon appointments,” she said. “Then home. You’re still coming inside.” “Yes.” “Good.” I drove. The city traffic felt unreal. Every red light lasted too long. Every time she shifted in the seat her breasts swayed and my knuckles went white on the wheel. She made two short stops — a boutique, a quick coffee with som
Forbidden stories Story 23– Private Driver
Chapter 2 The next week the rides got longer and the clothes got thinner. Rhea started sitting in the front passenger seat “so we can talk.” She claimed the back made her carsick on winding roads. I didn’t argue. Having her that close made the cabin feel smaller and hotter. Every time she crossed her legs the skirt rode higher. Every time she leaned forward to adjust the air vent her heavy tits shifted and strained against whatever tight top she was wearing that day. Wednesday she had me take her to a private spa in the hills. The appointment ran almost three hours. When she came out her skin was flushed and glowing, hair damp at the ends, and she was wearing a soft wrap dress that clung to every curve. She climbed into the front seat and sighed like she’d just been thoroughly taken care of. “God, I needed that,” she said. “You ever get massages, Miles?” “Not really.” “You should. Tension builds up.” She turned slightly toward me, the movement making the wrap gap at the to
Forbidden stories Story 23– Working Title: Private Driver
Chapter 1 The first time I drove her I almost stared too long. Rhea Langford climbed into the back of the black SUV like she owned the entire street. Dark sunglasses, a soft cream blouse that strained across her chest, a skirt that rode up when she settled into the seat. She was thirty-four, married to the man who signed my checks, and built like every dirty thought I’d ever had about older women. “Miles, right?” she said, glancing at me in the rearview. “Yes, ma’am.” “Rhea is fine. Ma’am makes me feel ancient.” She smiled, slow and lazy. “Airport, please. Terminal B. And don’t rush. I hate feeling jostled.” I pulled into traffic. The whole ride I kept my eyes on the road and still somehow catalogued everything: the way her blouse stretched when she reached for her phone, the soft heavy movement of her tits when the car took a corner, the faint scent of expensive perfume that filled the cabin. She caught me looking once in the mirror. She didn’t call it out. She only adjust
Forbidden stories Story 22– After Hours
Chapter 5 (Final) I arrived at 8:25. The main floor was already dark. I locked the outer glass door with fingers that weren’t quite steady, then walked the length of the executive hallway. Victor’s office door was open. Warm light spilled into the corridor. When I stepped inside he was standing behind the desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled. He looked at me for a long second, eyes moving over my face and the simple dress I had chosen because it came off easily. “You’re early,” he said. “You told me eight-thirty.” “I did.” He came around the desk and stopped in front of me. “Last chance to change your mind. Once she’s here, we don’t stop halfway.” “I’m not changing my mind.” He kissed me once, brief and proprietary, then nodded toward the low leather couch along the wall. “Sit. She’ll be here soon.” I sat. My pulse was already high. Victor returned to the desk and poured two glasses of something amber from a bottle he kept in the sideboard. He handed me one. The liquor b
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