My Perverted Uber Driver Is Dying To Fuck ♕

 My perverted Uber driver wants me

I hopped into the backseat of my Uber, feeling the cool leather against my skin, and immediately knew this ride was going to be different. That night I was dressed to kill in a red body-con dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, and I could feel the driver’s eyes on me through the rear-view mirror. I smiled to myself, knowing that my perverted Uber driver was already imagining all the naughty things he wanted to do to me.

Firstly as we pulled away from the curb, I could see him stealing glances at my reflection. His eyes wandered from my heels, up my legs, and lingered on my hips and chest. Then, I shifted in my seat, giving him an even better view, and I could swear I saw him swallow hard. I loved the power I had over him, knowing that he was already under my spell.

“I know what you’re thinking,” I said, my voice low and sultry. “And I like it.”

The perverted Uber driver cleared his throat, trying to hide his nervousness. “You’re a very beautiful woman,” he admitted, his voice husky.

I leaned forward, giving him an even better view of my cleavage. “And you’re a very naughty driver,” I replied. “I can tell you want to fuck me.”

He didn’t respond, but I could see the bulge in his pants growing. I knew I had him hooked. I spent the rest of the ride teasing him, running my hands over my body, and whispering dirty promises into his ear.

My perverted Uber driver was finally gonna fuck me

Once we arrived, I let him follow me inside. So I turned to face him, my back against the closed door, and dropped to my knees. So now I unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock. I took him into my mouth, slowly at first, then faster and deeper, until he was moaning and begging for more.

I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Now, it’s my turn,”  I led him to the kitchen, where I bent over the counter, giving him a full view of my ass. Now he didn’t need any more encouragement. “Don’t think, just obey.” I sneered at the perverted Uber driver.

He fucked me hard and fast, just the way I liked it. I could feel his desperation, his need for release, and it turned me on even more. I pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own, until we were both panting and sweating, our bodies slapping together in a frenzy.

“Fuck me harder,” his fingers digging into my skin as he pounded into me. I could feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I got closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, “I’m so close.”

So now he didn’t let up, his hips moving in a frenzy as he chased his own release. I came with a cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over me. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his hot seed.

Our bodies pressed together, our breaths ragged and uneven. Then I pushed the perverted Uber driver away, a satisfied smile on my face. Finally, I said, “That was fun,” I said, adjusting my dress. “You can go now.”

Call me, pervert… let’s roleplay!