The Driver (Part 2)

The Driver (Part 2)

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


It had been a while since Amy had seen Rick (Jenson), but she couldn't avoid him at her dad's party. Would he be happy to see her?


It had been a while since Amy had seen Rick (Jenson), but she couldn't avoid him at her dad's party. Would he be happy to see her?

Chapter1 (v.1) - The Driver (Part 2)

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It had been a while since Amy had seen Rick (Jenson), but she couldn't avoid him at her dad's party. Would he be happy to see her?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 15, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: October 15, 2015



I was so pissed off. It had been weeks since I had seen Benson. Ok his name was Jenson, I did know that, but I loved winding him up. I hadn’t seen him since our little fling at the cabin. I had requested him to be my driver many times, but he always sent someone else.

If he honestly didn’t want to know, even after making love to me, he could at least have told me to my face. Should I have been so surprised? Probably not, but it did sting a little. Then again, could what we did be classed as making love? I’d say it was more like fucking.

That was probably the issue. He didn’t care at all about me. It didn’t matter that he had taken something precious from me. It had been my first time having sex, and it had been amazing. I had wanted so much more, and I had thought he felt the same.

I did have my trust issues, and I know I can be cold toward people, but I thought he had seen the real me. I wasn’t this ice queen that everybody assumed I was. I had been used most of my life, by people trying to get a step up in politics. They saw me as an easy in, with my dad, The Prime Minister.

Even when I was young, kids used to play with me, at the request of their parents. I never knew who liked me for me. I built up a defence system. If I kept people at arm’s length to begin with, they couldn’t hurt me in the long run.

It wasn’t a fun way to live, but it kept my heart protected. Well, that was till he had broken through those defences. He had made me feel things I never knew possible. He had even made me feel beautiful and wanted. That was something nobody had ever made me feel.

Well, I would not let him win. He would no doubt be at the party tonight. He was head of security, so my father would need him to be in charge. A lot of important people would be there, they had to feel safe.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was up in a tight bun, my makeup flawless. I was wearing a yellow chiffon dress, which clung to my curvy figure like a glove. I should have been happy with what I saw, but as usual I couldn’t help pulling myself apart.

My eyes looked too big, my ass stuck out, my tits were barely contained in the strapless gown. I hated my own body, just like everyone else, right? The knock on my door, pulled me away from my self defamation. It was Charlie, my dad’s private driver.

“Are you ready to leave Miss Weston?”

He smiled. I smiled back at him. Charlie had worked for my father all my life. He had driven me home from hospital, when I was born. He was like a grandfather to me. Yet he insisted on calling me Miss Weston. Charlie was the only person, beside my father, who knew the real me.

“Almost Charlie, I will be out in a moment”

I replied. I ran back upstairs, grabbing my jacket and bag, and then I was ready to go. He opened the door for me.

“You look lovely sweetheart”

He grinned at me. I kissed his cheek.

“Thank you Charlie, you old charmer you”

I giggled.

“Get in the car cheeky chops”

He laughed back. We chatted on the way to the party venue. But my thoughts were else ware, so I am not exactly sure what we talked about. When he opened the door for me to climb out, he touched my arm.

“Are you ok honey, you seem out of sorts”

I smiled, trying to lessen his concern.

“I’m alright Charlie, just a little tired”

“Well I will be ready to take you home anytime you want. Have a good night”

I gave him a hug.

“I will, see you later”

I smiled, as I walked up the stairs. I was so nervous, when the door was pulled open. Stanley, my dad’s youngest security guard, grinned at me.

“Good evening Miss Weston, may I say you look lovely tonight”

“Thank you Stanley”

I said, in my uppity manner. He just hung his head, and stepped aside. I breezed in, as though my knees weren’t trembling. I was greeted by a lot of people, most I didn’t even know. I played my roll, as the dutiful daughter, and continued looking for my father.

Ok, so he wasn’t the only one I was looking for. I still hadn’t seen Jenson.

“Amy, my baby girl”

I heard my father say behind me. I spun around, and was pulled into a tight hug.

“You look stunning honey”

He smiled.

“Thanks dad”

I glanced over his shoulder, and came face to face with Jenson. His eyes ran over my body, and I felt my face flush. I had wanted to see him, but now I just wanted to run away. No, I would not do that, he would not win, I told myself again.

“Benson, it’s nice to see you”

I grinned, acting as nonchalant as I could.

“You too Miss Weston”

He said, through a grimace. I liked the fact I had gotten his back up already. If he didn’t want to know, that was his choice. It was my choice how I would act toward him, and that meant I would do all I could to be a bitch, just for kicks.

“I need a drink Benson, why don’t you do your job”

I smarmed.

“There are servants whose job it is to serve drinks; I am to stay with your father tonight”

He replied. Dad turned to him.

“It’s ok Rick, I’d feel much better if you stuck with Amy tonight. And Amy, his name is Jenson, please try and remember that”

I saw his face drop. He obviously didn’t want to be near me. When my father was distracted, I clicked my fingers at him.


I ordered. He let out a small laugh, and just stood there.

“Benson, I said…”

He stepped closer to me, and spoke through his teeth.

“I know what you said, but I have to stick with you, daddy’s orders. If you want a drink, you will have to come with me, or it’s just tough”

I could see just how angry he was. I wouldn’t let him know it was getting to me.

“Then I will come with you”

I smiled, and sashayed my way across the room, till I reached the bar. I ordered myself a glass of Champaign. As I sipped, I looked directly at him. His eyes were dark with annoyance. I preferred them dark with passion. I looked away, not wanting him to see my change of thought.

I made my way around the room, with him dragging just behind. When I spotted a chance to make him jealous, I swooped on it. Not that I knew for sure if he would get jealous, but it was worth a shot.

Edward King was the deputy Prime Minister’s son. He was a bit of an idiot, and a relentless flirt. He had made himself very clear, when it came to his feelings for me. Not that I returned even a speck of those feelings, but he would work nicely in my plan.


I yelled out, holding open my arms. He dashed toward me, and straight into a bone crushing hug.

“Ok Eddy, a little tight”

I moaned into his ear.

“Oh sorry, sometimes I don’t know my own strength”

He chortled. I ran my hand down his arm.

“Well obviously you are a very strong man, have you been working out?”

I heard a small laugh from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder, and glared at Jenson. He just hung his head, trying to hide his amusement.

“How about a dance Eddy”

I smiled.

“Yeah, too right, anything to get that body next to mine”

I cringed, but hid my true feelings. He took my hand, pulling me onto the dance floor. His hands ran up and down my back, as we danced. I hated his touch. There was only one man I wanted touching me like that. When I felt a hand on my shoulder, I knew it was him.

I spun around.

“Sorry for the interruption Mr King. Miss Weston, your father wants you”

He stated, in a stoic voice.

“Sorry Eddy, I’ll be right back”

I smiled. I followed Jenson, and he headed into the kitchen. I was confused. Why would my dad be out here? When he grabbed my arm, and yanked me into a dark room, I started to suspect something wasn’t right. He closed the door, plunging us into total darkness.

“What the hell”

I started to protest. He gripped my hands, and shoved me up against the wall, my arms high above my head.

“You are such a fucking tease. Do you honestly think I can’t see what you are doing?”

“Let go of me, now Benson”

“You like that prick touching you?”

He held my both hands, with one of his large ones. His free hand moved over my body, starting from my wrist. He worked his way down over my side, across my hip, coming to rest on my ass.

“Do his hands make you feel like this? I bet your pussy is soaking wet right now”

He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t about to admit the effect he had on me.

“Let me go, or I swear I will scream as loudly as I can”

He grasped my crotch, rubbing his whole palm against me. I couldn’t help letting out a moan. I was so horny, and I wanted him here and now. Reaching further down, he bunched up my skirt, and put his palm back against my underwear.

“Your dripping, I think I should clean you up before you go back out there. You wouldn’t want lover boy to smell your sex would you?”

I could barely breathe. I wanted to shove him away, tell him to fuck off. But my own body was betraying me. Not that I blamed it, I hadn’t treated it very well for a long time. Why should it help me out?

“Keep your arms above your head, or I’ll make you wish you had”

He ordered. I instantly stiffened my elbows, so my arms would stay straight when he let me go. He slid down my body, and buried his face between my thighs. He sucked on my bean, through the material of my underwear. Oh god, this was just what I needed.

Pulling my knickers aside, he bit down on my clit.


I yelled out.

“Shut up”

He whispered. I nibbled on my bottom lip, to stifle my moans. He was being so rough with me, licking, sucking and biting my pussy. He gripped my ass, pulling me closer, burying his tongue deep into my hole. I felt pressure in another place, and froze.

“Relax, you’ll enjoy it. Put your hands on my shoulders”

He mumbled. I did exactly what he said. He moved the finger, which had been pressing against my ass hole, down toward my cunt opening. He gathered up some lubricant, and moved it back up to my puckered hole. He sucked in my clit, flicking away fast with his tongue.

As he made me see stars, he pressed his finger past my tight defences.

“Oh fuck”

I groaned. This new sensation was almost too much. He moved his finger in and out, fucking my ass. I could feel my orgasm building quickly.

“Oh god Rick”

I moaned. He shoved a finger in my pussy too, and fingered me in tandem. His lips were still around my nub, and I was flying. When I came, my whole body juddered. It was so intense; I lost my legs, and collapsed onto him. He caught me with a laugh.

“Well it looks like someone needed that”

He said. I was suddenly mad at him. I had let him do this again. Tomorrow he would probably just act like it was nothing. I would not let him do it this time. It was my turn. I shoved him away.

“Keep your fucking hands off me”

I yelled.

“Amy, what…”

“You call me Miss Weston, not Amy”

I yelled again. He placed his hand roughly over my mouth.

“I have already told you to shut up, you will get us caught”

“So what, maybe it would be for the best if we get caught”

“What are you even talking about?”

“You can’t keep doing this. I’m worth more than the odd quick fumble”

“I never said you weren’t”

“No, not to my face, but you have stayed away from me, which tells me everything. So just leave me alone Benson, for good”

I snapped, and walked out of the room. His expression had been a picture; he looked so confused, when the light caught his face. I returned to Eddy, and was swiftly followed by Jenson. He stood at the side of the dance floor, watching us closely.

Whenever the waiter with the Champaign would pass, I would grab one. Soon I was very drunk, and getting more flirty with Eddy. I was in no way interested in him, in fact I’m sure he had a girlfriend, but Jenson’s face made it worthwhile. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned expecting to see him.

I was ready to give him a mouthful, right in front of everybody. It was a good job it was my dad.

“Mind if I cut in Eddy?”

He asked. Eddy reluctantly let me go.

“Of course Sir”

He said, stepping back. My dad put his arms around my waist. I smiled at him, but he looked pissed off.

“What is wrong with you tonight? How much have you drunk?”

I frowned.

“Hardly any”

I slurred.

“Clearly that is a lie. Amy, go home, sober off”

“But Dad…”

“No arguments”

He waved Jenson over.

“Take her home Rick, the car is outside”

“I don’t need him to take me home. Eddy can take me”

“You really think I’m going to trust Eddy with you?”

Little did he know, he had more to worry about, with me and Jenson. I couldn’t exactly say that though could I? He tried to take my arm, but I pulled away, and stormed off. I knew I was behaving like a naughty child, but I was so annoyed with both of them.

Charlie opened the door for me, and I climbed in.

“Everything ok Miss Weston?”

He asked, seeing my expression.

“Just fine Charlie”

I replied, without even looking at him. He closed the door, and I could hear Jenson’s muffled voice, as he spoke to Charlie. I put the privacy screen up, not wanting to even look at him. The car was started, and soon we were pulling into my driveway.

My door was opened by Jenson. I looked anywhere but at him. I bent into the car window, to say goodnight to Charlie, but he wasn’t there.

“Where is Charlie?”

I snapped.

“Back at the house. Your father asked me to take you home”

“Well I prefer Charlie”

I said, rushing up the stairs to my house, trying to get far away from him. Charlie was my buffer; I had hoped he would be here, to stop me doing something stupid.


He yelled after me. I ignored him, and fumbled with my keys, unlocking my door. It wasn’t easy, in my drunken state. As I finally got my door open, I walked inside. As I turned to close the door, I realised he was in the doorway.


I snapped.

“It's my job to see you inside”

“No, that is Charlie’s job, not yours”

“Well Charlie boy isn't here is he”

“Just fuck off Benson”

I yelled. He stepped inside, and grabbed hold of me tightly.

“Why are you being like this?”

He asked me. I tried to shove him away, but he had hold of me so tight.

“Amy, talk to me”

“Why, what is the point?”

“So I can understand what happened. Last time I saw you, you were not acting like this. I assumed you would want to see me again”

“You are the one who didn't want to see me”

I yelled. A guard appeared at the bottom of the outside stairs. He instantly let go of me, and stepped back.

“Everything ok Miss Weston, Mr Jenson?”

He enquired. I nodded.

“Yes thank you Andrew, everything is fine”

I had to act like all was normal, or he would report back to my father, and I couldn't be bothered with all the questions. How would I be able to explain to my father what was going on, when I had no clue myself?

“Let me come inside, please, we should talk”

I let out a huff, but just turned, walking into my living room. He closed the front door and followed me. I turned to face him. He started moving toward me, but I held up my hand.

“No, you said you want to talk, so talk”

He sighed.

“Why are you angry with me?”

“Are you shitting me?”

“No Amy, I am not shitting you. What did I do to piss you off so much?”

“It's what you didn't do that I have a problem with”

“What didn't I do?”

“You didn't come and see me. Even when I asked for you specifically, you didn't come. If you don't want me, I can handle that. But surely the decent thing would be to tell me to my face”

He looked shocked.

“Amy, I swear I didn't know you had asked for me. I am not usually one of your drivers. I am your dad’s driver”

“Bullshit, Charlie is my dad’s driver”

“Honey, he is your family’s driver. I am the head security driver. It's totally different. My main job is protecting your dad, not driving you around when you want me to”

“I don't want you to drive me around, I just want you”

I admitted. He crossed the room in a few large strides. Wrapping his arms around me, he smiled.

“If I'd have known you requested me, I would have somehow gotten here, believe me. I want you too Amy, so much more than I should. I just assumed you didn’t want to see me

I couldn't help smiling myself. Could he be speaking the truth? Didn't he actually know I had asked for him? Oh god, did he really want me?

“You look completely beguiling tonight. Sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you sooner”

He was being so sweet, was it an act?

“Jenson, do you really want me?”

“You shouldn't have to ask that question. Haven't you realised, I have to fight not to touch you. If I could live buried inside you, believe me when I say, I would”

I gasped. I was actually starting to believe him, and that wasn't easy for me, to trust.

“I would happily let you live inside me”

We both laughed.

“That sounded sexier in my head”

I giggled.

“Amy, I won't lie and tell you that this is going to be forever. Neither of us knows what is around the corner. But, I like you. I am surprised how much I like you, considering how you were with me. But I really do. I can give you my private number, if you want it. That way you can message me direct”

I wanted to jump around the room in pure joy. I think he genuinely likes me.

“I would like that”

I smiled. He stroked me cheek.

“Now, would it be totally inappropriate to suggest we go to your room, and I make you come as many times as humanly possible?”

I trembled all over.

“That would not be inappropriate at all. But don't you have to get back?”

“I'm off duty, not needed till the morning. In fact, your dad asked me to look after you”

I wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Did he now, well we shouldn't disappoint daddy, should we?”

He swooped me up into his arms.

“Point the way gorgeous”

He grinned. I showed him to my room, and he placed me on my feet, at the end of the bed.

“Take everything off”

He ordered. He was back in demand mode, and I loved it. He sat on the end of the bed, leaning back leisurely. His eyes watched my every move, as I stripped down to my underwear. I pulled off my bra, and shimmied out of my knickers.


He sighed.

“Touch yourself”

He muttered. I slid my hands across my stomach. It had always been a pot belly, no matter how much I worked out. But the way he was looking at me, made me feel so sexy, and turned on. I cupped my breasts, running my thumbs over my stuff nubs.

“Sit in the chair, and open your legs”

I followed his orders, draping my legs over the chair arms. He crawled over to me.

“Play with your pussy baby”

He said when he was settled between my open thighs. I ran my finger over my outer lips. I could feel them blossoming, bursting open, asking for more.

“I can smell how hot you are. I've missed your smell. I've been going out of my mind, thinking about your sweet cunt. As soon as I saw you tonight, I knew I had to taste you soon”

I was moaning, as I pinched my clit, and listened to his sexy words.

“Have you made yourself come, since that first time?”

I nodded, I was so beyond words now.

“Did you think of my cock driving into you, as you fingered yourself?”


I moaned. Again I nodded.

“Your close, I can see your pussy starting to tighten. Look at me, watch me as you come”

My eyes locked on his, as the first shudder overtook me. It was so hot, seeing the excitement on his face, as he watched me orgasm. I dropped my arm, gasping for air. I didn't have long to relax, as his tongue entered my still pulsating cunt.

“Oh fuck, Rick”

I cried out. I gripped his hair tightly, grinding against his skilled tongue. He bought on another blinding climax. Before I could even come down, he picked me up, carrying my almost limp body over to the bed. He placed me face down.

“Kneel up honey”

He said, while running his hands over my ass. He placed a pillow under my belly, he was so thoughtful. He caressed my thighs, and buttocks.

“I fucking love your ass”

He groaned. I heard him moving behind me, and when I glanced back, he was naked, his glorious cock in his grasp. He moved in closer, taking a firm hold of my hips. In one quick forward thrust, he was deep inside me.

“Oh my god”

I yelled. He had either grown, or this was a deeper angle. All I know is, he was further inside me, than he had been in the cabin. He pounded into me, groaning loudly.

“Oh shit, you feel fucking amazing. I want you to come on me, squeeze that dick baby”

He placed a finger against my ass again, just like earlier. Only this time I welcomed the invasion. I knew how good it felt. I pushed my butt up, meeting his thrusts and finger action.

“I will fuck you here, once you are ready, would you like that?”

“Oh yes, please Rick, anything. I'll do anything for you”

I screamed, as I bucked off the bed, having the most amazing climax of my life. I felt him empty himself inside me, coating my inner walls with his come.

“Fuck, Amy. God I lo…I…”

He didn't finish the sentence. Instead he kissed along my back. Was he going to say he loves me? I hoped so, because I was head over heels, I was truly fucked.

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