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There’s a lot of people out there who pick up side hustles because they need the money. I mean, shit… don’t we all? But every job has a benefit besides the paycheck, and that’s a big “P” for “Perks”. Sometimes it’s cheap food from the restaurant you work at, maybe it’s free flights from your airline, hell, it can even be that it’s across the street from your god damned house. But for me, my favorite perk is a capital “P” for “Pussy”, and I’ve been drownin’ in that shit. I run a little ride share, and while you might think, “ain’t nobody trying to fuck their driver”, you’d be surprised at how easy it is when you know how to play the game… and when you’re black. So a couple words to all the fellas out there: thank you. Thank you for getting drunk, fucking up, and giving your girls a reason to cheat… because I’m ready and waiting to fuck them. These are just some of my favorite lays.
– Leanne Martin-
“Good evening, miss.” I say, polite at first, always making sure to set the tone.
She climbs in, a look of somewhat hurried exasperation on her face, but otherwise, she is a prime candidate for a little sexual liaison. I give her the usual spot check as she puts her hand on the passenger seat to climb into the back… wedding ring, tired eyes, moderately conservative cardigan and dress… she’s definitely a mom. Lightly bronzed, nicely stacked, soft pink lips and big ol’ librarian looking glasses… oh yeah, she could use a fat load on that face.
“Hello.” she says, sighing slightly, “You’re Kaiden?”
“I am, and that must make you Leanne.” I shoot back, loving her name, sort of a perfect fit for her.
“That it does.” she says with a polite smile, glancing down at her phone.
I start to get us rolling, as her destination is reasonably far away, at least a good 50 minutes under the best conditions. Which we should be dealing with, honestly. It’s 11pm, traffic is thin, and we’re going to be taking a more remote path (by design), so theoretically I should be able to get her there sooner, if that was my goal.
“So, what brings you out tonight?” I say, playing the part of casual conversationalist.
“Oh it’s…” she sighs again, which is a great lead off, “My husband and I are celebrating our 20th anniversary.”
“This late?” I goad, fishing for more.
“Yeah, well… no. I, uh… we were having dinner and supposed to be going out, but our babysitter called and said she couldn’t find our son’s medicine, and I… well, long story short, I had to rush home to grab it, and now I’m supposed to be going back to meet him.” she sighs for the third time.
“I hate to say it, but you don’t sound too excited.” I say, raising an eyebrow for her in the rear view mirror.
“I am, I guess, it’s just… I don’t know. This isn’t how I wanted tonight to go, you know?” she reveals, a perfect opportunity for me to dig.
“I hear you. Supposed to be out there, living it up; some wine, some romance, be just like when you first met, right?” I say, hoping to find a wedge.
“Yeah, well I don’t know about all that.” she says with a grimacing smile, “Other than my indulgence in a little wine, we aren’t exactly big partiers… not anymore, anyway.”
“Oh come on, you’re not THAT old.” I say, a little flirty, definitely laying some groundwork as I look at her again in the mirror, “What are you, thirty-something?”
“Fourty… one.” she says almost bitterly, then smiles, “But thank you.”
“Damn, you keepin’ it together real good then, girl.” I said, throwing on some of that urban charm that white women seem to find so enticing, “Shit, if I wasn’t just driving, I woulda been asking you for them digits.” I finish with a laugh.
“Oh would you now?” she replies, laughing and smiling now, that tired look lifted from her face, her eyes glancing down my body from the back as she sizes me up.
“Oh hell yeah, in a hot minute.” I give right back, giving her that old charming smile of mine, deciding it’s time to start going in for the kill, “Hey, you mind if I ask you something?”
“Oh, uh, sure. What’s up?” she says, a gentle smile on her face.
“Well, I’m 32, and I could never imagine being with one person for 20 years, I mean, that’s got to take some real commitment. How do you do it?” the words pointed, really meant to drive home a very important thought.
“Well, you date, you end up having children and well… you know, there are good days and bad, but it’s stable, familiar, and there’s the kids to think about…” she says, sort of trailing off.
“I dunno, I’m just… I need that passion in my life, you know? I want to be out there, really living, having new experiences with new people, and just… feel that rush, that excitement, just be ALIVE, you feel me?” I say, hoping this is the tipping point.
She pauses as the thought ruminates in her head, all the things she’s missed out on, all the chances she didn’t take, the pathways, the stolen moments. I want her to feel old. I want her to feel regrets about her life, Bornova travesti because I want her to decide to do something wild and spontaneous… and I want that thing to be me.
“I guess maybe… maybe it’s too late for me.” she says, her looking turning a little sad… jackpot.
“Nah, come on… it ain’t too late. Pretty thing like yourself? You got the whole world at your fingertips.” I say, ready to take the final leap.
“You are such a flirt.” she says, laughing again, smiling at me in the rear view mirror.
“Guilty.” I reply, shooting her that smile again, “Hey look, let me ask you something else…”
“Sure, what?” she says, giving me a warm look, a hint of seduction in her smile.
“You ever been with a black man before?” I say, taking my shot, my eyebrows raised as I look back at her.
She is amused and surprised by the question, laughing as she puts her middle finger on her clavicle, the look so simple and somehow charmingly cute.
“What!?” she says, laughing, “No, I… no, I can’t say I have.”
“Want to?”
She cocks her head slightly, her tongue pressed against one of her canine teeth as she looks as me. She didn’t say anything, and she didn’t have to, I found a nice clear spot to pull over, and dropped us into park. I’ll skip on the preamble, but let’s just say, she decided to live a little.
“Oh god… oh fuck… that… oh my god…” she whispers, her breath hot on my lips, our faces mere inches apart, our passions finally interrupted by the expert work of my busy fingers.
My hand and my thick, rough middle finger are up her skirt and down her panties, fingering her vigorously, her back arched out, her legs trembling as the first new man in 20 years works her white pussy. I lean in, kissing her neck, her body writhing in ecstatic pleasure as I show her how a real man handles a woman. I’m going to really bring it too, no phoning it in, I want her to go home tonight THOROUGHLY fucked and second guessing everything she’d done up to that point. I find the spot, which she announces in tandem, her whole body tensing as I hit it.
“OH FUCK, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE…” she gasps her whole body starting to shake as I slip another finger in, finger fucking her even harder, using my thumb to rub her clit.
She cranes her head back and moans out in orgasmic pleasure, the moan quickly turning to a scream as I go even faster, making her spasm uncontrollably, my free arm wrapping around her shoulder and pulling her firmly against me, her first introduction to my cock, which is now pressed against her from behind, waiting to be unleashed from my pants. I let her down slowly, her breath finally catching as she gasps and laughs a little, clearly pleased by the whole affair.
“Holy… holy shit… you…” she stammers out happily.
I slide my hand free, and get right back to work, reaching up behind her and sliding her cardigan off her shoulders, unzipping the back of her dress and undoing her bra In a few quick simple moves. She’s all in, working with me to help slide everything off, my firm black hands reaching around and grabbing her soft white tits, pinching her nipples, working them between my fingers as she moans out again, craning her neck back, her head nuzzling against me. I slide my hands down, closer to her hips, but the dress still has to go, and she knows it. She leans forward and opens the door, climbing out for a moment to remove whats left, panties included, before giving me a coy look, crawling back in towards me, her breasts swinging slightly beneath her, her eyes hungry and ready for more.
“Why don’t you show me what all that fuss is about…” she says, running her hand up my thigh, my eyes darting to her wedding ring in amused triumph.
“With pleasure.” I say, undoing my pants and pulling out my fat black dick.
I’m darker than most, my skin is very African though I’m quite removed from the home land and it’s social culture, my midnight black cock towering from between my legs, her eyes going wide as she takes in the sight of it all.
“Holy fucking shit, they aren’t kidding, are they?” she says, reaching out and almost tenderly touching it with her fingers.
“They call it BBC for a reason… bigger, blacker… better.” I say, laughing.
“Then they need to add an extra B.” she says, admiring it, already doing the math in her head as to how she’s going to fit something this massive into her mouth.
I simply reach around and gently place a hand on her head, stroking her hair as I move it around the back of her head, guiding her down, her mouth opening and her tongue protruding as she takes the dark black head of it into her mouth. I fucking love it. This is the mouth that said “I do.” the mouth that kissed her kids to sleep every night. The mouth that told her husband “I’ll be back” before rushing home that night… and here it was, sucking my fat fucking nigger cock. I simply laid back and let her enjoy it, working me as best as she could, Bornova travestileri moans of pleasure escaping her mouth along with slurps of saliva, her head bobbing along to the rhythm of her own desire. I could feel her slender fingers reaching around to cup and work my large black balls, her body undoubtedly craving the superior seed inside waiting for her. She didn’t finish me off, and that’s fine, I didn’t want her to. Instead, I felt her let loose, working her way up and over me more, clearly intending to mount me, her body unable to wait any longer for the mass of my black cock.
“Hey, hol’ up…” I said, shifting slightly.
“Oh, is something wrong, I thought…” she let out, a little confused.
“Yeah, I’m on the clock, I’m working for you.” I said, gripping her and rolling her over, her high heels falling off in the scuffle as I put myself on top, her expression shocked and playful, clearly happy to have a man take charge.
As I said, I wanted to fuck her, and fuck her HARD, give her something she couldn’t forget. I took her rough, pressing the massive head of my cock firmly between the delicate folds of her pussy, watching her bite her lip and wince as the pressure. She was good and wet, and that helped, her pussy slowly taking in every one of my 10 inches as she squirmed and let out grunts of pleasured pain. I could feel her heels locking behind me as I started thrusting, pushing deep, her arms almost flailing back as she sought purchase against the door behind her, her face a mask of pure pleasure and agony.
“Oh god… it feels… it feels SO fucking good…” she softly cried out, pleasure spiking through every part of her.
“Yeah, you like that nigga dick?” I said, working my hips, her whole body jumping with each pump.
“I… I fucking love it.” she cried out, the words devolving into a moan.
I fucked the life out of her for the next some odd minutes, her pussy creaming all over me, her face getting sweaty, her body starting to tense. She was going to cum, and I was going to make it as explosive as possible. As soon as she started to fall into orgasm, I doubled my efforts,making her scream again, her back arching hard as she struggled to contain herself. But I was far from done, reaching down and rubbing her fucking clit hard, watching as she practically went cross eyed, her breath catching in her throat, pulling out abruptly as she had a squirting orgasm across the back seat, drops falling on her discarded dress. I had broken her fucking brain, and I loved it. This was a night she would remember for the rest of her life, possibly, because of what I was about to do next.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum.” I said gruffly, still jerking my sloppy wet dick.
“You… you are… what?” Was about the best her sex drunk mind could process in the moment.
I took the opportunity to explode a powerful jet of superior black DNA all over her pussy and up over her belly, the force making small drops land on her face too. The next firing out another hot rope landing across her breast bone between her tits, and last splashing down once again all over her savaged pussy.
“Oh HELL yeah…” I said in triumph, secretly wondering if any of my boys would be able to impregnate her, though I would never know, as I had no intention of talking to with her again after tonight.
There isn’t too much else to say after that, she lay there, thoroughly fucking laid and hopefully bred, catching her breath before turning to me and flashing me a tired smile.
“That was… exactly what I needed.” she said, huffing happily.
She got cleaned up, at least, as best as she could (I keep some wet wipes in my car), though I asked to take a naked selfie with her before she did. She begrudgingly agreed, insisting that no one else ever see it (I didn’t want to tell her about all the cameras I had in my car). We made some chit chat during the rest of the ride, in which she thanked me repeatedly for the experience, but said she wanted to keep it quiet, her normal sense of reservation kicking back in. She tipped me a LOT extra, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek when I dropped her off finally, making sure I did about half a block away.
Leanne, wherever you are today, I hope you have a fat black dick in your mouth.
-Leila Briggs-
You might expect me to feel a little bad about this one, but I assure you; I don’t. Call me a sociopath, call me a bastard, I don’t care one bit. I saw an opportunity for some prime white pussy, and you better believe I took it.
“Good evening, miss.” I said, the crying white teen in the frilly white gown crawling into the back seat of my car, a hint of mascara running down her cheeks, “Oh damn, are you okay?”
“I’m… just drive, please… okay?” she said, sniffling.
I did just that, setting a route to take her home, before eyeing her up again in the rear view mirror. We had just come from a high school senior prom, one I’m assuming didn’t go well.
“Look, Travesti bornnova honey… if something happened, I can take you anywhere else you want to go. You want to maybe just go for a ride, clear your head or something?” I suggested, knowing exactly where I would take her for a drive.
“I… you know what, yeah. Let’s just drive. Can we do that?” she said, wiping a tear away.
“Of course, I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that.” I said, giving her an endearing smile and switching our route to take us through the remote country roads.
“Thank you… you’re Kaiden, right?” she said, glancing at my picture on her phone app.
“That I am, miss… I’m sorry, how do you pronounce your name?” I said, as I genuinely didn’t know.
“Oh it’s Leila… like, LEE-AYE-LUH.” she said, sniffing and giving me a smile.
I handed her a tissue from the cup holder container I kept, letting her clean up a a little.
“Well, Leila… are you okay? Anything you need to talk about?” I said, trying to look sympathetic, but in all reality, thinking about how I could take advantage of the sitation.
She was only 18, which is completely legal and fair game in my book, as well as the law. Her dirty blonde hair was done up nicely, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling (probably with tears), and her prom dress a mix of classy and slutty, her perky tits pressed together leaving a canyon of cleavage that would be perfect for dropping a load into.
“Tonight was complete bullshit, you know that?” she said, her sadness seeming to turn to anger.
“It’s supposed to magical… what happened?” I said, trying not to stare at her breasts in the mirror.
“I’ve been dating this guy, Mike… and…” she choked up a bit again as she pictured it, “I… I caught him kissing my friend CJ… that fucking whore.” she said, the sadness gone again, “I mean, at the fucking prom no less! Like, it wasn’t enough she had her OWN date, she had to steal MINE!?”
Mike sounds like he got too greedy and wasn’t able to juggle it right.
“Mike sounds like a real piece of shit.” I said, deciding to go ahead and fuel that fire.
“He IS… I can’t believe I wasted the last 6 months with him, just for him to… to…” she stammered, losing her composure again.
“Hey, it’s alright to be mad, you deserve to be. He just ruined what should have been the best night of your life.” I said, really trying to drive the pain home and make it all the more tragic.
“I AM mad… I’m so fucking… I mean, how could he do this to me?” Leila said, her eyes welling up.
“I have no idea. You’re absolutely beautiful, this Mike guy should have considered himself lucky to have you, but instead… well, now he gets your friend CJ. Which, from the sound of things, means he’ll be getting cheated on soon enough too.” I go on, gauging her reaction to the idea.
“Good. He deserves to feel EXACTLY how I felt tonight, see how HE likes it.” she says, puffing and pouting, folding her arms.
“Oh, he will.” I say, perhaps getting ahead of myself, but not caring, “This is all just young and immature guy stuff, honestly. You’ll get through it some day, start dating men who have really figured out what they want from life.”
“Well, how old are you?” she says, giving me a once over look in the mirror.
“25.” I say, lying, but thankfully black don’t crack.
“Oh, well that’s not THAT old.” she says, smiling a little.
“No, it’s not, but it’s old enough to really start to understand what you want out of life, start really knowing what you want from the girls in your life too.” I say, barely able to keep myself from laughing at the absurdity of what I’m saying, “I mean, all I really want myself, is someone who is down to earth, sweet, and really cares, you know?”
“I’m really surprised you’re single.” she says, seeming to admire the musculature of my arms, “I mean, you seem like a really nice guy.”
“I try to be… but there are a lot of women who just can’t keep up with my passion and my intensity… always assuming I’m just out looking for sex, but it’s so much more than that.” I say, watching her face soften as she takes the bait.
“Yeah, Mike and I are… uh, active. Or, we were… but tonight was… well, you know, prom and everything, we had… plans.” she says, rubbing her arm shyly.
“I’m sorry.” I say, not sorry at all, as Mike’s loss is about to be my gain, “I didn’t get to go to MY prom… my dad was gone, and my mom needed help with the bills, so… duty called.”
No part of that was true. My dad raised me, and I DID go to my prom. Had a date with this girl Sandy from the cheer squad; totally fucked her. I also fucked her mom, but had to leave town before I ever learned if she found out or not. I’ve been a busy boy.
“That’s so tragic.” she said, leaning forward and touching my arm, “Shit, I almost wish you could have gone with ME.”
I smiled and reached back, putting my hand on hers. This was almost TOO easy.
“Hey, you know what… let me ask you something crazy.” I said, deciding to set up the next part of the play, “How would you feel about stopping somewhere along here, turning up some music, and just dancing with me? Out here under all these stars.” I said, glancing up at the ceiling of the car for dramatic effect.
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