Test Drive

Test Drive Test Drive

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Brian is a young man with drive and ambition, so setting up his business was his dream. Performance cars, speed, thrills and excitement. But his day got a whole lot more exciting when he met his morning client.

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Brian is a young man with drive and ambition, so setting up his business was his dream. Performance cars, speed, thrills and excitement. But his day got a whole lot more exciting when he met his morning client.

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Submitted: March 22, 2018

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Submitted: March 21, 2018

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Brian slid the paperwork he was working on to one side and checked his watch. It was 10.50am, and he grabbed his leather race jacket and headed out to the track. His next punter was due at 11 so he had 10 minutes to do some quick checks on the red Porsche awaiting where the guys from the crew had left it. The checks weren't really necessary. Every vehicle in his track experience inventory was scrupulously maintained by an expert team of mechanics, but he liked to make these last minute ones himself.

Having opened the business at a surprisingly young age, a charming and intelligent young man with an incredible knowledge of engineering, mechanics, cars and what it took to make them tick from his years working with his Dad on the Ford racing team he'd been called a prodigy, a genius, a future star in the field. But his Dad had been killed in an horrific pit accident, and Brian had taken his inheritance and left the racing scene behind, taking some time out to grieve. In setting up his Performance Cars Track Experience business he had proved to be successful, both in building an excellent reputation for customer satisfaction and attention to detail, and financially allowing him to save for his future dream, his own race team, using all the knowledge of his Father's years in the sport with his own innovations to create a winning F1 car.

The sleek Porsche 911 GT3 RS with its sports styling, leather bucket seats and lipstick red bodywork was idling nicely and the engine warm. The booking had been taken by his part-time PA and the entry in the log simply said Joe. Brian imagined a cocky young lad, the sort who believes they know all there is to know about handling fast cars.

He slid into the passenger seat, to await the arrival of Joe who would be brought across from the office on arrival by Steve, a very dedicated and old friend of Brian's Dad who had himself been seriously injured in the same fatal accident, and who now worked with Brian. He'd suffered brain injury and serious disfugurement, so 'work' was a generous term, but Brian felt indebted and loved him like an Uncle so there was no question of letting him fend for himself in a world filled with discrimination. Steve was tasked with some admin chores and light general duties. He still tinkered with engines, his knowledge of those hadn't left him and he had been given a beaten up old Aston to work on which he did so diligently when not otherwise occupied.

Lost in thought Brian was startled when a very feminine and silky voice spoke through the open window, “Brian?”

He turned his head, and found his breath catch in his throat. Beside the car stood the most stunningly attractive woman. She stood about 5’8” tall, with long red hair tied back in a ponytail. She was wearing a blue shift style dress which clung to the most delicious curves...and as she smiled he felt a shiver run down his spine...she was beautiful.

He stepped out of the car and spoke for the first time...”You’re Joe?”

“Yes. I’m Jo,...Johanna actually, but no-one ever calls me that”.

He smiled and stepping out of the car he showed her around the car to the driver’s seat, opening the door for her and watching as she slipped gracefully into the seat. The dress was short and her legs were long...very long. His eyes followed them all the way to her ankles and feet.

“Sure you can drive in those heels?” he asked.

She smiled...and slid them off...kicking them out of the way. “Actually I prefer to drive barefoot with these pedals, I am able to feel and control them like a second skin,” she purred. Ordinarily Brian would have insisted she borrow a pair of the loan shoes they kept in the office for just such events, barefoot driving was frowned on, but for some reason his mind was elsewhere and the usual protocols slid by.

He walked around the car, and got into the passenger seat, feeling his breath becoming heavier at the thought of those legs. Back in his seat he began his usual introduction to the car's specifications and performance ability. This was essential to ensure his client knew exactly what they were holding in their hands; the wheel of a potential killing machine.

"...and with its racing chassis and aerodynamic bodywork creating a high level of downforce, the GT3 RS is capable of reaching 62mph in 3.2 seconds, a top speed of 193mph and has 520 brake horse power. We will be doing one lap of the track under my instruction, until I'm satisfied that you have the necessary awareness of both the car and the track. I have dual controls should it be necessary for me to utilise them, as well as an emergency engine cut off. Please listen to my instructions carefully and follow them to the letter. The potential for an accident is always present if you do not. Forget anything you think you know about driving, this is a new experence and one I hope you enjoy."

As he finished his spiel Brian watched Jo's face and was pretty sure he saw a slight smirk. Perhaps he was mistaken. A lot of people get nervous when handling such a machine the first time, maybe that's what he saw flicker across her lips. Whatever, he reached behind her seat and pulled out a crash helmet, passing it to her and indicating that she should put it on. She did so, but again, there was that look. Frustration? Exasperation? He was feeling a little annoyed now. The last thing he needed was a gorgeous but potentially dumb female thinking she could handle this much power just because her boyfriend owned some kind of penis substitute that managed to hit 120mph on the motorway!

He indicated that she should fasten her seatbelt, and as she pulled it around her, fastening it with the racing clip centrally his hands went to help. Their fingers touched and an electric shock ran through him, reaching his groin as intensely as if she'd touched him there. He trembled slightly as he clipped his own belt into place and asked her to select first gear and pull away from the forecourt onto the approach lane joining the track proper.

What he did not expect was that she knew what she was doing...and he was thrown back against his seat as the engine roared and the wheels spun away from standing, reaching a high speed quickly and smoothly as she sped down the approach to the track, observing the lights which indicated that no other vehicles were in range. Within seconds she was approaching 100mph and on the track itself. Brian had yet to find his voice, and although it felt like several moments had passed, it had in fact been just 5.8 seconds.

Brian was furious and when he did speak, through the integrated headset within his helmet, transmitted directly to her headphones it was with a raised and angry voice.

"What the Hell was that? I told you to follow my instructions. This is supposed to be a fucking instructional safety lap. Stop the car now, you're going nowhere."

Jo looked over and smiled, and instead of responding with compliance, she gunned the engine further and put the car into top gear. Now at almost 140mph Brian had to think quickly. He had 3 choices. The emergency cut off. The dual controls or...

As the car drifted in a perfect race line around one of the tightest corners of the track and he watched her work the gears and the pedals seamlessly he had to admit to being both awed and aroused. This wasn't a case of a wannabe race chick trying to show off and doing badly, this girl really knew how to drive and then some. And she was obviously familiar with the track, she was pre-empting each bend, each corner, the inclines and declines, the twists and turns. Against his usual better judgement Brian decided to go with it for a minute and see what she could do.

His eyes turned from the road to her feet. Bare and beautiful, with pale pink painted toenails, they were working like demons on the racing pedals. Up and down at all the optimum moments, smoothly and knowledgeably. As his eyes traced from her feet to her ankles, and followed up through to her knees, he noticed that the rapid movements had caused her dress to ride up, revealing more of her gorgeous long, long legs. If she was aware of him looking, she didn't show it, and her driving didn't falter. It was as he stared at the tops of her thighs he became aware of how tightly her legs were pressed together, and how each time one foot went down on a pedal and the other rose up she appeared to be squeezing them even tighter, with a little forward tilt of her hips. His eyes widened and he felt a familiar twitch in his groin again as he realised she was stimulating herself through the movements. The thrill of high speed driving in a machine like this one clearly aroused and excited her beyond just her pulse rate and adrenalin levels.

The knowledge excited him and he felt himself harden under his jeans, even more so as the next tricky combination of bends and rapid gear changes led to her dress sliding fully up to her hips, almost but not quite, revealing her muff.

The dress was thin, and he now saw that her nipples had hardened too...they were poking out like little radio tuning dials, straining against the material. He longed to suck them, to flick his tongue aross them and feel them pinched between his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he drew them and their accompanying mounds into his mouth forcefully, powerfully, sucking hard and making her moan. He could almost hear how it would sound if she did...that silky voice becoming animal and sensual.

His cock was now so hard, that he knew he could not conceal the bulge. He shifted his position trying to make himself more comfortable. This made her glance over at him, and her eyes flicked down at his groin. She smiled, and swiftly turned to look back at the road but not before he saw her shiver a little in her seat and the hint of a moan leave her lips. The car was proving its performance...if only he could do the same!

As they neared the next bend he was surprised to realise they had passed the finish mark and were on a second lap. He must have been staring longer than he realised. They flew passed the offices, hangars and stands and headed back onto grass edged track. He felt the engine slow just slightly and was stunned when one hand reached across and took his, dragging it back across the divide and sliding it between her legs, which she'd parted just enough for her to make it very clear what she wanted.

Brian did not need further instruction...and slid his hand up the soft skin of her inner thigh towards her pussy, being rewarded by her growing smile and soft moan.

His fingers pushed still further up...and discovered a small strip of neatly trimmed and very soft hair...she was not wearing underwear! His cock jerked and twitched at the discovery, and his hand pushed against her fanny, his fingers seeking out an entrance. She parted her legs a little more, never taking her eyes off the road or missing a gear, and he swiftly found her clit, offering it a gentle rub with his thumb.

She groaned louder, and her breathing became raspy, being heard even over the roar of the engine.

As his thumb rubbed her clit, his fingers delved into her soft, wet lips, finding her hot and already pulsing hole and sliding easily inside. She adjusted her position slightly, lifting her hips to allow him greater access...and deeper penetration. He now had three fingers inside her and was frigging her with increasing speed and force. He watched her face, fascinated at her ability to continue her handling of the car albeit at a reduced speed than before, to maintain the necessary concentration for gear changes, manouevering and hazard awareness despite her approaching orgasm.

She was not smiling now. Her mouth was open and gasping, her tongue licking her lips expectantly. She pushed her hips downwards, taking his fingers into her still deeper and harder, sucking them in with her muscles. God she was so wet; her hot juices oozing out and running down his hand to his wrist.

His pace increased, his fingers and thumb making her cum as her hips moved forward to increase the sensation and when she came it was loudly and violently. Momentarily the car swerved as involuntarily she screamed with pleasure, pumping juices out over his hand, her breathing rapid and erratic. The noises she was making were almost animal as she came with an intensity he had never witnessed before.

As the orgasm subsided and her breathing returned to normal she slowed the car. They were on a part of the track well away from the offices and out of sight of any onlookers. She pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped abruptly.

Turning to face him, and again without speech she took his hand, the one which until moments ago had been inside her. Slowly and deliberately she sucked each finger, licking her own juices from him, moaning as she did so.

She released his hand, her eyes on the throbbing bulge in his jeans, and now she lowered her head, her hands reaching for the buttons of his 501’s and undoing them with ease.

Brian gasped. This was the most wild experience he had ever had. Having finger fucked a woman while she was driving, she was now going to suck him right here and now at trackside. As the last button slipped open his cock sprang out, incredibly hard and looking perfect for sucking. She lowered her head, her tongue teasingly flicking the tip of him. There was pre-cum on him and she licked this off, making eager little moans as she did so. Having done this she now set to work sucking first just the tip, but sliding her mouth down a little further each time, until at last she had him at the back of her throat; but she did not stop there.

He felt himself rubbing against her throat, the sensation making him want to cum, but he was stunned when she pushed her head down harder, forcing him further back, deeper into her throat...until he had passed her gag reflex and was swallowed totally into the depths of her mouth, her lips now touching his balls and pubic hair. He’d been sucked plenty before, but not like this.

The sensations he was experiencing were making it impossible to hold back as he felt her muscles sucking him in, her tongue pressing against the base, and her lips tickling his pubic hair. He was going to cum...and it was going to happen now! He jerked slightly, pushing himself in still deeper, and she groaned; a low sound coming from deep within. That was the trigger, and his body spasm'd as he came, sending a vast amount of hot sticky spunk pumping down her throat. His dick continued to pump and spurt as she continued to suck him and hold him firmly in her gullet, pressing her face against his groin as he expelled the last of his semen and gasping, sank back into his seat, feeling drained, weak and now far too hot in his leather jacket.

As Jo slowly slid off his cock, releasing it with an audible pop, he watched it flop and lay meekly on his lap. He was exhausted; he’d cum more than he’d experienced in a long time.

Jo sat up and smiled. “Well, the RS is definitely a great car and she handles like a dream. But you know something, I've always wanted to drive a Ferrari. I don't suppose you have a space available tomorrow? If you're available of course".

The sparkle in her eyes almost made Brian giggle like a schoolboy, but he managed to compose himself enough to make the booking before Jo started up the engine and took them back to the pit. As she gracefully exited the car giving no clue to their earlier activities, and walked towards the exit gate, she threw a backward glance at Brian.

"Great little engine once it's warmed up. Look foward to seeing tomorrow's performance. Although you might want to check the fuel before tomorrow, I think it may need topping up", and with a flirtatious wink her pert buttocks under the floaty fabric of her blue shift dress vanished through the gates, her ponytail swinging from side to side across her slender shoulders.


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