Driven
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- * * My name's John, no it's not my real name, but it is close to it. Just say it in another language and you've got it. You may know me under a different name, but I'm not gonna tell you what it is, where's the fun in that. Besides, we all know you're here cause of the porn. What I'm gonna tell you is based on actual events that happened to me...with a bit of creative licensing. Which parts are made up? Which parts are real? I'm not gonna tell you, I have a reputation to uphold, albeit a small reputation. However, for the sake of imagination...I'll be a canine in this story...border collie maybe. As for the other one...you decide. This happened a few years ago... * * * I was being driven home from school with my family driver, yes we had our own drivers...being in a third world country, domestic help comes somewhat easily. Now anyway, it's a habit of mine to fall asleep in the car, why is this important? It leads to the action, so I fall asleep halfway through the ride back home. I wake up in the driveway, but I had such a pleasant nap I don't want to get out of the car. So I pretended to still be asleep, letting the combination of the afternoon sun and car ac hit my face. Kinda soothing actually, even with the burning nostrils from the cold. My driver shakes my shoulder, telling me to get out of the car, I don't want to. I try to hold back the urge to smile, or to move. I give a few grunts, keeping my eyes shut tight. Soon he gives up and brings his hand back. ‘Yay.' I actually think to myself, looking forward to a few extra minutes of nap time. Then I feel his hand brush the front of my crotch. My body jerks as I tense up in shock. He doesn't move his hand, he just brushes gently against the fabric again. I squirm as the realization hits me. 'He knows...' Part of me wanted to leap out of the car, the other wanted to stay. I stayed, but for different reasons. His hand's brushings became harder, his hand now kneading my front. I can't help it, I grew hard. I felt the fabric of the pants stretching tighter. My breathing gets harder as he flips his hand, now massaging me with his palm, warmed with the constant tight grip on the steering wheel. My mouth opens as my tongue hangs out. I whimper in my sleep, my tail wags back and forth across the leather seats. I'm torn between bringing my legs closed, and spreading them wide. His other hand circles my waistband, he slips two fingers behind the elastic of my briefs. He gently pulls them down, the fabric rubbing against my thighs. I take a sharp breath of air as my cock springs out, I can feel it pulse and throb in the cold air. It doesn't stay cold for long as he wraps a hand around it, his fingers tightening just behind my bulbous head. He slowly starts to pump his hand up and down, keeping a firm hold on it. I yelp pitifully as pleasure starts to spread from my groin. I've never been touched like this, let alone by another male. He pumps his fist into my crotch, my toes curl from the pleasure. My breathing gets heavier as I try to keep my eyes shut. I can hear his grunting as he bends over the shaft (the car one, mind you) getting comfortable as he molests me. He continues to stroke me for a while, increasing his grip and speed, I can't help it. The only signs of me going over the edge are my curled toes and small whimpers, but he gets the message soon enough. I shoot my load into his pumping paw, getting it over the back of his hand and fingers. My cock pulses as I cum all over, getting a few shots onto the dashboard. My mind explodes, it's like several bombs going off in my head. But in a good way, pleasure melts every crevice inside me. It's the most intense orgasm I've had. I've cum my last few drops of semen, letting it dribble out over his hand. He finally removes his hand, I peek open an eye and see his tongue lapping at my thick and adolescent seed He sees me with my eye open. "Good, you're up. Now come in, your mother's calling you." ‘Worst time to mention my mom...' I grumble mentally. "Or Rather," He gives a mischievous leer. "You'd rather I clean that up for you?" He lets his tongue trails his fangs as he nods towards my still messy member, cum dribbling down the underside. . "I'll go! I'll go!" I panic, of course I regret not taking up his offer. I pull up my pants quickly, lamenting the mess in my briefs. I scamper into the house, trying hard not to look back. When I do, I see him leaning over the trunk of the car in his chauffeur's uniform, smirking back at me, rubbing his front. Soon after I decided to take driving lessons.