1. Adventures Of A Chauffeur


    Date: 9/8/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: SirDuction, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    When you are out of work you will take any job and put up with most things just to keep it. I do not like snobs and people who think they are a cut above everyone else, look down their noses at people believing they are of a lesser order than themselves. These people are usually shits, first class shits, and the Chief Executive of the bank was typical of this kind of animal; but he wanted a chauffeur and I wanted a job. "I expect you to be at work on time and I want you to be there when I want you. When you are taking me anywhere make sure the car is spotlessly clean both inside and out. You always refer to me as 'Sir' and there will be no familiarity. You always wear a uniform during working hours. Keep it clean and smart and without exception you will polish your shoes until you can see your face in them. One last thing, there will be no smoking in the car. Now, have you any questions?" "No Sir." Well, as I said, I needed the job. Sir Alistair Mitchell, was used to being the boss. He expected people to jump when he entered a room and usually they did. He dressed immaculately. He looked wealthy and he was. I would pick him up about 7:30am to drive him to the office. The one pleasure I got out of it was driving his Bentley, well apart from the other benefits and perks. I would park the Bentley in the underground car park and after making sure it remained spotlessly clean I would go into the little office, about as big as a broom cupboard, where there was a telephone just in ...
    case the boss wanted me. There was also a kettle so I could at least make myself a cup of tea. Rogers was my name, never Stuart. "Rogers, I need you to drive me to St. Albans. Rogers, bring the car around to the front entrance. Rogers, Rogers, Rogers. He never sat in the front seat, that would have been far beneath him and he might have felt obliged to talk to me. Sometimes when he was going abroad I would drive him to Heathrow, help him with his baggage and, once the plane had taken off, I would drive back to the garage and until he got back. I could do much as I liked, and I did. If I used the Bentley I would have to make sure I didn't over use the petrol but there was latitude. What he didn't know about was the fucking that took place on the backseat of his precious Bentley. Well he hadn’t made a rule about that so I assumed it was just fine. Chloe, the young office assistant was such a pretty little thing. She was blond and petite. She lost her virginity on the backseat right where Sir Alistair would sit issuing orders on his phone, often selling and buying shares as well. Little Chloe became a constant supply of cunt for me and believe me, at sixteen years of age she was a real beauty. She had the loveliest little twat, soft feminine arse cheeks and gorgeous thighs when they were spread out. I nearly felt guilty about forcing my cock between her tight pussy lips but I was able to quickly overcome that problem. It was a wonder Mitchell never asked me what I was doing with ...
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