Teen Slut Enjoys Her Driver’s Ride
car sex, driver, editor's picks

Vartika was a usual eighteen-year-old schoolgirl. She was the daughter of a wealthy businessman and a successful lawyer who pampered her to the core and was the perfect daughter anyone could ask for. She was polite and well-behaved, was an exceptional student and had lots of wonderful friends who came from good families. There was virtually nothing wrong with her and she was considered to be a role model for various young girls in her neighborhood or her family. Except that she had a deep, dark secret she had not told anybody. Well, anybody except me. You see, behind that perfect life, Vartika was actually her driver’s fuck toy. But who wouldn’t want her? She was really beautiful, with smooth and fair skin, black doe-eyes and dimples on her cheeks. Her straight black hair fell to her shoulders, neatly trimmed and her whole body was waxed, leaving it spotless and without a speck. She was at the peak of her teenage life, yet she had breasts only teenage girls could dream of. With a slender figure accentuating her 36D breasts and firm ass, every boy’s head turned when she entered the room. At first, Vartika was embarrassed by her overly developed breasts which were not quite like her classmates; it had always garnered more attention than she wanted. But over time, she soon realised that those melons of hers had gotten her way more than she wanted. If brushed against her teacher’s shoulders, it would help in getting a higher grade; if placed on the top of the table subtly, she would get her order faster. If her cleavage would be on display, her work would be gradually lessened because men would rush to help her. It was no wonder that even her driver had noticed those and naturally, like all other men, wished to devour her sexually. He would often open the door for her and cheekily brush his hands against her breasts. Sometimes, he would adjust the rear-view mirror and just stare at the beauty in the backseat who slept, not knowing that her legs were parted and her skirt had failed to cover up her white panties. All these little instances only urged Dilip to make a move. Dilip was Vartika’s personal driver. Her parents had employed him just for her, to take her to school or to her dance classes, or to any place she wanted to go to. They had thought he was reliable, and truth be told, he was. Dilip was about six feet tall and had a toned body; it was clear that he worked out often. He had black shaggy hair and a thick mustache and looked pretty damn good in the crisp white driver’s uniform, if I may say so myself. It was because of his well-mannered self and his physique that her parents had decided that he must be hired for Vartika, thinking it was safe to be with him. At first, Dilip had thought it would be just a one-time thing. There was an area between the dance class and her house that he used as a shortcut to get home faster. The road was flanked by tall trees on both the sides and had no street lights, making it darker than usual after the sun went down. People hardly traveled by this road: not many knew about it, and those who did, preferred to take another one where there were more people. It was here that Dilip had planned to halt the car with an excuse and defile Vartika. He would threaten her to not tell her parents, and he would resign from his job and never return. That was the plan. So, one evening, he was driving with Vartika in the back seat. They were returning from her dance school and an exhausted and tired Vartika had her eyes closed, listening to some music. She had changed from her dance clothes into a yellow spaghetti top and high-waisted black shorts (just a strapless black bra and thong underneath) and had her hair tied up in a ponytail. Oblivious to her, Dilip was watching again, his eyes on the big jugs hanging from her slender body. He wondered to himself what it would be like to latch his mouth on those tits and suck them raw, how she would scream as he would violate her tight little pussy and how his dick would not spare her once. He could feel his cock bulge against his trousers and decided that he should finally transform his fantasies into real life. Noticing that the car had traveled at least more than half of the distance of the long road, he pushed hard on the brakes. Vartika, sensing the car had halted, opened her eyes and looked questioningly at Dilip who had walked out and was gesturing from outside the window that the car had some problems. He walked to the hood of the car and pretended to look into the engine of the car. Vartika, impatient as she was, jumped out of the car to see what was wrong. Dilip looked down at her five-feet figure staring at him questioningly and his eyes couldn’t help but wander down from her face to her breasts. Vartika realized that he was ogling at her, snapped her fingers to get his attention. Crossing her arms to cover her breasts, she asked, “What’s wrong?” Extremely horny now, Dilip took her hand boldly and placed it on his bulge over his trousers. Gasping, Vartika tried to pry it away from him. But his grip was tighter now and his other hand had already pulled her closer by the waist. She knew fighting him off would be of no use because hardly any cars passed this area. Letting out a shrill shout, she realized that, again, it was a futile effort. Dilip sensing that he had cornered her, swiftly picked her up by the waist and pulled her over his shoulders. Her limbs fought back, kicking and punching but he simply held her legs in place as he opened the car door and pushed her in the back seat. Trying to run away from the other side, Vartika struggled to open the door but by the time she could, she was pulled by her legs and a heavy body mounted hers. He lay on top of her and his hands holding hers above her head. With one hand pinning them down, his other reaches down to her top and he pulled it down hard. The straps rip off her shoulders and reveal her strapless bra which Dilip took no time to pull down too. Her breasts out, Vartika gasped. Her hands were balled up in fists and her body squirmed under him, but Dilip never nudged. With his eyes locked onto hers, he bent down and placed his lips on her breasts. He had dreamt so much about this moment that he could not think of anything else as he kissed her tits. His tongue rolled around her nipples which hardened with his tongue’s rough touch. Vartika didn’t know how to react because even she has had boyfriends in the past, none of them had dominated her as he did. She loved how he had held her hands in place and how she was forced into submitting her body to this man who she never even thought of sexually. She couldn’t help but be turned on, however much she despised being so. Her head shook into a ‘no’ as he continued to suck her tits, his lips pulling her nipples playfully while his hand moved from her breasts to the button of her shorts. Expertly unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts in no time, his hand slipped under it to press against her ripe pussy over her thong. Overcome with pleasure, Vartika let out a loud moan and then bit her lips, ashamed that she was enjoying this. Surprised, Dilip simply grinned as he traced his finger on her pussy slit, feeling the dampness of her cunt already. Realising that he doesn’t have to restrain her anymore and that she was well into this as he was, he let go of her hands and slid it down to her shorts, which he pulled down from her body quickly. Vartika’s face was red with embarrassment and pleasure and she couldn’t decide which was taking over her body more. But when her legs spread instinctively when Dilip pulled down her panties, both of them had established that she was just a teenage slut waiting to be fucked hard. Dilip took his time as he crawled out and stood outside the car and pulled her body to the edge of the seat. Sitting down on his knees, he admired her pussy lips which were letting a stream of her juices flow down to her tight butthole. Leaning in, his tongue traced the juices from the ass to her pussy and Vartika shivered while her hands grabbed on to the edge of the seat. What is this man doing to me, she thought to herself as her legs spread wider. She couldn’t control herself; it was like he had a special power over her. She let out soft gasps as his tongue lapped up around her pussy, and her eyes shut as her head fell back on the seat, clearly in pleasure. Dilip surprised that she was enjoying this, rolled his tongue inside her. The sensation of his tongue roving about her insides made her moan out loud and gasp as she neared her first powerful orgasm. Her thighs clamped shut around his head, and she trembled as he continued to lap up the juices which flowed from her clenched cunt. Dilip slowly retracted, letting her body lay there for a while as her breathing returned to normal. She opened her eyes slowly after a while and saw him standing there, stroking his long seven-inch cock in his hand while his trousers and underwear lay bunched near his ankles. Saucer-eyed, she sat up straight to get a closer look at it, seeing a dick for the first time in reality. Dilip wasted no time and grabbed her by her hair and pulled her mouth to his throbbing cock. Protesting a little as it was shoved in her mouth, Vartika soon adjusted herself to the thickness and length of the brown meat which thrust deep against her throat. Her mouth wrapped around it perfectly and within a matter of minutes, she was sucking her own driver’s hard cock with an enthusiasm he had not expected. He was moaning, enjoying the feeling of a teenage girl’s eager mouth, and he realized that he was close to an orgasm too. But having other plans, Dilip pulled his dick reluctantly from her mouth and pulled her out of the car. He seated himself in the car and pulled Vartika in. Readily accepting this position, she put one leg on each side of his body and sat on his lap, his erect dick pressing against her stomach. He knew it was her first time and he wanted it to be as rough as possible; he wanted her to remember his thick, long cock in her and how her virginity was taken harshly by him. So gently lifting her by the waist so as to not give away the brutal opening act, he slowly placed the tip of his dick against her pussy and rubbed it against her wet cunt. She moaned, her hands were latched on his muscly arms and she couldn’t wait for him to be inside her. He pulled her arms to her back and held it there with one hand, while the other slid down to her waist. He looked into her eyes and grinned slyly as he forcefully pulled her down, pushing his rod deep inside her. As expected, she let out a piercing scream. Tears streamed down her eyes as she looked accusingly at him while her body tried to pull away from this aggressive pressure to her sensitive area. Dilip held her tighter and his dick thrusting into her reluctant body again. And again, and again. Vartika was shouting now, pleading to be let go. She had not expected this and her fragile teenage body was being torn apart. Her pussy had been stretched wide by him and she could only watch but do nothing. Her eyes shut and she realized that even though the pain had been overpowering, her pussy was wet and was very much receiving his hard jolts with dripping juices. Is it possible that I am enjoying this, she wondered to herself while Dilip grunted with each thrust. His dick was experiencing a teenage pussy, so tight and vulnerable, for the first time and he could not believe how little her hole was. His dick had practically stretched it apart and his eyes moved to her face. Was she enjoying it, he wondered to himself too as he noticed her biting her lower lip with her eyes closed. Regardless, he was going to cum soon and be done with her. So he pushed it in faster, fucking her harder as he neared his orgasm. His unrestrained shoves were not bothering her anymore and Vartika soon heard herself moan softly with every jolt. She slowly leaned down and placed her head on his shoulder, her moans louder as he fucked her faster. Dilip turned on by her moans, could only grunt back loud as his hot cum shot into her pussy. He let go of her hands which placed themselves on his chest, not pushing him away but simply lying there as he realized that she was shaking to another orgasm with his cum in her cunt and his dick still inside her. Her fingers grabbed his shirt and she lay there gasping until her body let go of the final drop of her juice. It was not long before Vartika slowly lifted her head from his shoulders and looked at him. He was staring back at her with his hands still grabbing her waist tightly. They both realized that he was still inside her, and he slowly raised her to pull it out of her. He roughly, but with care, pushed her off him and got out of the car. She sat there, sprawled at the back of the car, her hand on her sore pussy and looked outside the window to see him getting dressed. She decided that she should do the same and picked up what was left of her clothes and put them back on. Dilip soon sat on the driver’s seat and started off and not one word was exchanged between them for the whole ride. *** Epilogue: Vartika lay on her bed naked at night as she thought about him. She would close her eyes and imagine his mature mouth on her breasts and her pussy or his strong hands lifting her to pull her body over him. But most of all, she could not stop thinking about how much she had enjoyed his long, thick cock inside her. Was it wrong? Am I a slut? Will I see him again? Such thoughts raced in her mind and she soon fell asleep. It was not until the next day when she had walked towards the car and spotted Dilip grinning at her with the car door open, that she realized that he had far more plans with her and their fucking sessions were hardly over. *** Hey, guys! If you liked my story, let me know by liking it and commenting on it! You can also contact me on [email protected] if you have any feedback or constructive criticism for me. 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