Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 08:11:07 +0000
From: Cum Beggar
Subject: CHAUFFEUR GIVES ME A RIDE

CHAUFFER GIVES ME A RIDE by CumBeggar

Tony was a chauffeur who worked for a car company used by the people I
worked for.  He was a big bear of a guy and I got hard just looking at him.
He had a big barrel chest that you just knew was covered in thick hair and
the kind of frame that would have looked stupid if he had weighed less than
220 pounds.  He was about 6 feet tall with dark brown "come to bed and let
me fuck you stupid" eyes, and a beard that was kept well trimmed.  He had
thick, full lips that I had often imagined crushed against mine.  And he was
a horny as a dog with two cocks.

I knew this because whenever we worked together -- I was an executive
assistant to a company chairman and Tony was his preferred driver -- he would
talk about sex all the time (when the boss wasn't in the car, that is).  And
girls clearly found him hot, I saw that for myself.  Once, when we were on
an overnight trip with the boss, Tony and I were in the hotel bar having a
few well-earned drinks before turning in for the night.  Another company was
having a convention in the same hotel and we got talking with them.  Within
half an hour two of the girls in the group had given Tony their room numbers
and in the morning he took great delight in telling me that he had fucked
both of them until they begged him to stop.

On the day in question, Tony was picking me up from the airport at around
5pm, but when I arrived in the luggage hall and called his mobile, the noise
at the other end told me he was still on the motorway.  By the time I
cleared customs and got outside, however, he was just pulling up.
	"You cut it fine!" I teased him.  Tony was a mate, I didn't mind in the
least.
	"You wait until I tell you what I've been up to." He said, putting my
luggage in the boot and getting me into the passenger seat.
	"I'm all ears," I grinned, as we pulled away.

All the way from Heathrow to my house, Tony told me an amazing tale of
sexual debauchery that had my cock rock hard before we were even out of the
airport.
	Apparently, the day before he had been appointed to pick up this female
executive from the airport and drive her home.  The flight landed at
lunchtime and he picked up his passenger -- a stunning young woman and drove
her home to Hampstead.  However, the travel had been dreadful and the heat
of the day -- it was one of those rare summer days where it actually gets to
be more than 80 degrees -- had made them both sweaty.  But Tony had given her
a discreet dash of charm and the occasional dazzling smile and by the time
they got to Hampstead they were best of friends.  So much so that on arrival
she invited him in for a cold drink, use the bathroom, etc.  Of course,
being Tony, it was only a matter of minutes before they were jumping into
bed together and he was giving her the fuck of her life with his 9 inch
wonder weapon.  (Yes, that is how he refers to his cock; every time he says
it I have to stop myself from licking my lips!)  So there they are, banging
away like a pair of road drills, when suddenly the door opens and another
man is standing there.  The good news, however, is that he is smiling
broadly.  To Tony's understandable surprise he then says, "Welcome home,
darling", to which she says "Are you going to stand there all day or are you
going to join in."  Of course, he gets his kit off sharpish and joins them
on the bed, patting Tony's hair-covered rump as he does so.
	Feeling slightly at a disadvantage, Tony -- who up until now has been lying
on top of her, weight on his elbows, sucking her nipples, etc -- feels he
should lean up so he pulls himself up on to his knees and lifts her legs
over his shoulders so that he is upright, while her husband straddles her
face so that she can lick his balls.  He grins at Tony and puts one hand on
Tony's shoulder to steady himself, while he reaches down and flicks his
wife's clitoris with the other hand.  He then puts one finger either side of
Tony's shaft as it slides in and out of her wet cunt, and when his fingers
are sopping wet, he puts his hand on his own cock and starts to wank it.
	At this point, Tony decides he's in for a penny so he suddenly whips his
cock out of her cunt, grabs the shaft of the other chaps cock and rubs it
hard against his own cock and then docks it with his foreskin.  All this in
done in a flash, at the same time as he pulls the guy towards him and French
kisses him hard.
	As soon as it starts it's over and Tony is plunging his fat cock back into
her fanny while the husband is still reeling from the surprise.  He leans
forward and kisses Tony again, running his hands all over his chest, and
then continues wanking himself until he cums in four short blasts, jetting
his spunk all over Tony's hairy chest and belly.  Tony then leans down and
sucks the guy's cock into his mouth, slurping the spunk off it, and finally
pumps his own load into the wife's aching gash.  They continued in this vein
for the rest of the day, with Tony finally fucking the husband from behind
while he 69d with the wife.

	So as you can imagine, by the time we got to my place, I could barely walk,
my erection was so hard.
	"Fucking hell, mate!" I complained to him.  "Have a heart."
	Tony looked at the tent in my trousers and laughed.  "You're only as bad as
me.  Look!" and pointed to his own crutch where there was a very sizeable
bulge.  "But luckily, we have your luggage to shield us from the
neighbours."
	And with that Tony got out and handed me my briefcase from the boot, which
I discreetly held at waist level, while he grabbed by wheelie case and
carried it to the door.  As I opened the door of my flat, Tony made straight
for the loo while I went into the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers from
the fridge.
	"Would you like a beer?" I called as I heard Tony coming out of the loo.
	"I'd like something else more." He leered.  I turned around and to my
delight, Tony was standing in the kitchen door with his cock thrusting out
of his trousers.  He had had to make it go down to pee but it was still
pretty sizeable.
	I couldn't help myself: I groaned out loud.  "Fuck, that looks good enough
to eat!" I said.
	"Help yourself!" Tony smiled, unbuttoning his tie and beginning to undo his
shirt, revealing a thick mass of dark brown chest hair.
	Immediately I knelt down and took his plum-sized helmet in my mouth,
sucking gently and rolling it around on my tongue.  He groaned and pushed
the back of my head so that I took more of his cock into my mouth, feeling
the fleshy softness of his plum as it butted the back of my throat, while my
hand wrapped around his impressive shaft and cupped his big hairy balls.
	After a few minutes, Tony pulled me up and dragged me into a long deep
kiss, his sensuous tongue running all over my lips and mouth, while I gently
wanked his foreskin back and forth over his helmet.
	"Let's get into the bedroom." Tony murmured, leading me by the hand.  Once
in the bedroom we stripped pretty quickly and Tony lay on the bed on his
back and beckoned for me to climb on top.  I straddled him in the 69
position and swiftly resumed my favourite cock-sucking position, allowing
the curve of his cock to complement my throat for maximum penetration, while
I cupped his lovely balls in my hands and squeezed them gently.
	Tony, meanwhile, lost no time in getting to work on my arse with his
amazing mouth, his lips and tongue a frenzy of warm wetness, licking and
sucking my hindquarters like there was no tomorrow.
	Finally I could bear it no more and I lifted my head.
	"I need you to fuck me, Tony."
	"Good boy." He said from in between my legs.  "Get on up here then."
	I lay down on my back and spread my legs as wide as I could, tilting my
hips upwards.  Tony lubed his cock with the gel I had in my bedside drawer
and knelt between my legs, pushing a lubricated finger into my arse before
lifting my legs and slowly pushing the big head of his cock into me.
	I grunted slightly as I felt him enter me, the heat of his cock searing
through me, his width stretching me to the point of pain, while a warm glow
seemed to accompany it, spreading out through my guts and abdomen like a
warming fire.  I sighed and stretched out my hands to caress his hairy chest
and nipples, and then pulled him down on top of my so that I could kiss him
and lock my heels around his arse.  He began to pump, slowly at first and
then getting steadily faster so that I was at turn gasping for breath and
urging him to fuck me harder and faster.  He was good at this.  He kept up a
steady patter of dirty talk, telling me to beg him for my fucking, asking if
I'd been a good boy, and how I wanted all the boys in the rugby club to fuck
me with their big cocks.  I was jerking my head from side to side and
muttering furiously that he could do anything he wanted, and jerking my cock
as I told him how badly I needed to feel him inside me, fucking me, filling
me with his cum.
	Tony warned me before he came, and I dug my heels into his back and pushed
my tongue deep down his throat.  He pulled off me, gasping for air and
roared as his buttocks clenched in spasm and his spunk jetted into my arse,
pulse after pulse of glorious man custard soaking my innards.  He stayed
inside me for a few moments before he pulled out, and then wanked me off so
that my cum splashed all over his hairy chest.  To my delight he did not
immediately rush to the bathroom to clean it off, but took me in his arms
and fondled and kissed me for quite a while.
	When we had showered, and I had spent a good deal of time on my knees with
his lovely cock in my mouth, I asked if I was likely to get seconds.
	Tony grinned, "You fucking love it!" he said.
	"Doesn't everyone!" I countered.
	"Fair enough.  But I don't know if I'll come again tonight.  Maybe if I
come back tomorrow?"
	"Of course. Or you're welcome to stay."
	"That's an idea.  Mind you, I wonder.." he murmured.  Picking up his phone,
Tony pressed a button and waited for it to ring.
	"Hey Fred?  Tony."  He said.  "I'm at Mark's place.  Yeah, just fucked him
this minute.  Great stuff.  But I think he's after an all-nighter and I
don't think I can do it.  You up for it?  Great, yeah!"
	Tony hung up, laughing at my amazed face.  "What's the problem?  You think
I'd fix you up with someone shabby?  Fred's a class shag.  He's got a 12
inch cock and he can go all night.  You'll love him!"

	To cut a long story short, Fred turned up about half an hour later and was,
as Tony promised, a class shag.  More to the point, he fucked all night with
only 3 hours sleep and left me gasping.  Tony stayed the night and snoozed
occasionally, but rose to the occasion in the morning when he gave me a
thorough rogering after Fred had left.

	But all of that in another story.