Kinky Autorickshaw Ride

Note - For those who don't know what an auto rickshaw is, you can search online.

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We also have the habit of addressing everyone irrespective of age, position or richness as 'Sir' and 'mam' out of politeness. So it is written in that way.

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Edited by the amazing @LittleTitLover

Hope the readers enjoy this.

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Chapter 1 - Two horny people have their way in a deserted area.

The engine of the old auto rickshaw screeched as it dragged down the deserted backroad, the only sound besides the occasional faraway rustle of speeding vehicles in the wind. The day was hot with anticipation, the kind that made your skin burn and set your heart on fire.

Amy's fingers drummed nervously on her thigh, her eyes darting to the rear view mirror every few seconds, checking for any sign of people or movement. She was trying out her hidden fantasy that she never dared to dream of making real.

As always she had taken an auto rickshaw for her office commute but today, instead of old Basha, his son Hassan had come to get her. They had encountered each other previously once or twice and had exchanged numbers for communication. From casual texting, it had turned to a daily routine at night. He was a handsome man and she was a woman in heat.

Eventually their casual talk had turned to explicit sexting and they had reached a point where they were ready to make it real. The moment she looked at him, her horny mind went hazy and his prying eyes were glued to her chest.

He was as bright as sunshine, with a bright happy smile and lips as slender as flower petals. His whole persona was joyous and contagious. She was demure and subtle. Today they were heading, as per their plan, to try out a kink they had shared.

Amy was wearing a red crop top holding her huge 36D boobs without any bra as it was a hot and humid day. Her nipples pricked through the fabric showing her arousal. She wore black tight leggings that showed her round plump ass and all her curves to everyone. Her midriff was open showing her deep navel.

Amy had messaged Hassan on his phone to divert the route and take her to an isolated area. When he asked her the reason, she shamelessly confessed that she would warm up his cock and make him happy, if he did what she wanted. So his auto rickshaw moved looking for such a locale.

When he looked in the mirror to see if she was serious, she simply looked down, biting her lip. He could see her nipples pricked into her red crop top fabric. He was getting impatient as well. She had made a bold decision, understanding that he carefully moved towards a destination he thought would be safe for their erotic game.

The moment their eyes met they knew it would be a ride they would never forget. His auto rickshaw moved along the traffic areas reaching the highways and then diverting away from the usual route to the deserted industrial areas. He slyly parked at an abandoned building and moved back to the seat next to her. Booking a hotel for their secret fuck date was not in her kink list, she wanted to try out something new, something unimaginable.

Hassan's hand slid over, resting gently on her knee. "Relax, Amy madam," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "We're far from prying eyes."

Amy bit her lip, glancing at him. His dark eyes were intense, looking at the road ahead sometimes but also her, reading her every move. She could feel the heat radiating off his body with every soft touch of his hands, a stark contrast to the cool, hard leather seats of the auto rickshaw. Her breath quickened, and she shifted slightly, trying to ease the growing tension between her legs.

"I know," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. "But what if...?"

He cut her off with a soft chuckle, his thumb brushing lightly over the inside of her thigh. "What if we get caught? Is that what you're worried about?"

She nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and fear. "Yeah, kinda."

Hassan leaned closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he spoke. "Then let's make sure they don't catch us, shall we?"

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she turned to face him, their faces inches apart. The air between them crackled with electricity, each breath they took mingling together. Amy's heart pounded in her chest, the sound echoing in her ears. She could feel the heat of his breath on her skin, warm and inviting.

Without thinking, she reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, tongues dancing together as if they had been waiting for this moment all day. Amy moaned into his mouth, her body arching towards him, seeking more of his touch.

Hassan's hand moved down, his fingers slipping under the hem of her leggings. He groaned into her mouth as his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties, feeling the dampness there. "Fuck, Amy mam," he muttered, breaking the kiss to look at her. "You're so wet."

She whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily as his fingers found her clit, rubbing circles around the sensitive nub. "Please," she begged, her voice trembling. "Don't stop."

He didn't need to be told twice. His fingers delved deeper, slipping beneath the lace to find her slick folds. Amy gasped, her head falling back as he began to stroke her, his touch firm and insistent. She could feel herself building towards release, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter within her.

"Hassan," she cried out, her hands gripping his shoulders. "I'm close to..."

He silenced her with another searing kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth as his fingers worked faster, pressing harder against her clit. Amy's body stiffened, her back arching off the seat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She screamed into his mouth, her orgasm tearing through her like a freight train.

When she finally came down from her high, she slumped against the seat, gasping for breath. Hassan pulled his hand away, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied grin. "Damn, Amy mam," he said, his voice husky. "You are super hot."

Amy smiled weakly, still catching her breath. "So are you Hassan," she replied, her voice shaky.

He chuckled, leaning back in his seat. "So, what now mam?"

She looked at him, her eyes dark with desire. "I think it's your turn," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

Hassan raised an eyebrow, his cock twitching in his pants. "Really?"

Amy nodded, her fingers already undoing the button of his jeans. "Really," she confirmed, her hand sliding inside to wrap around his hard length.

He groaned, his head falling back against the seat as she began to stroke him, her grip tight and sure. "Fuck, Amy," he breathed, his hips thrusting into her hand. "You're killing me."

She grinned, her thumb brushing over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum there. "Good," she purred, leaning closer. "Because I plan on finishing what I started."

With that, she lowered her head, her lips closing around the head of his cock. Hassan's entire body tensed, his hands gripping and twisting her erect nipples, as she began to suck him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh. He groaned, his hips bucking forward, driving himself deeper into her mouth.

Amy moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper with each pass, her throat working to accommodate his length. Hassan's fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"God, madam," he muttered, his voice strained. "You're going to make me cum too fast."

She pulled back, looking up at him with a wicked smile. "That's the idea," she said, her voice muffled by his cock.

Before he could respond, she plunged back down, taking him deep into her throat. Hassan's vision blurred, his hands toyed her boobs rough, pulling and pinching her nipples harder. His mind was consumed by the sensation of her mouth on him. He could feel his orgasm building, the pressure in his balls tightening with each passing second.

"Fuck, I'm close, Amy" he warned, his voice cracking. He forgot his usual way of addressing her as 'mam' in the heat of the moment.

Amy just sucked harder, her hand pumping the base of his cock in time with her mouth. She could feel him throbbing, the veins standing out against his skin. With one final, desperate thrust, he came, his seed filling her mouth as he shouted her name without the usual honorific again.

She swallowed every drop, her throat working as she milked him dry. When he finally collapsed back against the seat, spent and panting, she pulled away, licking her lips with a satisfied grin.

"Told you I'd finish what I started," she said, her voice smug.

Hassan just laughed, shaking his head. "You're something else mam, you know that?"

She shrugged, leaning back in her seat. "Just trying to keep things interesting."

He reached over, cupping her cheek in his hand. "And succeeding," he murmured, his thumb brushing across her lips.

But before he replied a security guard came running towards them from afar. Hassan noticed him and moved back to the front seat of the auto rickshaw lifting up the gear lever, pulling the rickshaw onto the road. Amy watched him, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't wait.

The auto rickshaw rumbled softly as it navigated the deserted road, the bright sky was a blanket of silver clouds. The tension between them was palpable, a silent promise of what was to come. He quickly found another abandoned building since he was so aroused and horny by this time.

Hassan wanted to do so many more things with Amy. As he parked again and moved back Amy smiled, her eyes half-lidded with satisfaction. "So, what now?" Hassan's fingers traced lazy circles on Amy's thigh, his touch sending shivers up her spine.

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Chapter 2 - Steamy sex in the back seat of an auto rickshaw.

Hassan's gaze darkened, his hand slipping down to rest on her thigh once more. "Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "We find something a little more crazy to do."

Amy's breath hitched, her body responding to his words before her mind could even process them. "And then?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hassan leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Then," he whispered, "I fuck you until you can't walk mam."

Amy shivered, her nipples hardening against the fabric of her tight top. "Promise?"

He grinned, his smile flashing brighter than the daylight. "Cross my heart."

"Ready for round two?" Hassan asked, his voice a low rumble that made Amy's core clench with anticipation.

Amy nodded, her breath hitching as she felt his hand slide higher, inching under the hem of her leggings again. "Always," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine.

Hassan's lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Good," he murmured, his hand slipping beneath the lace of her thin panties. "Because I plan on making you scream."

Amy's eyes fluttered closed as his fingers found her wetness again, teasing her entrance with slow, deliberate strokes. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. "Please," she begged, her hips bucking against his hand. "Don't make me wait."

Hassan chuckled, his fingers exploring deeper, spreading her folds and pressing against her clit with firm, relentless pressure. "Patience, madam," he said, his voice dripping with desire. "We have all day."

But Amy couldn't wait. She needed him now, needed the release that only he could give her. With a sudden burst of energy, she twisted in her seat, pushing him back against the side in that cramped space. Hassan let out a surprised grunt, but didn't resist as she straddled him, she slid down her tight leggings to expose her bare thighs.

"Fuck patience," she growled, her hands tearing at his shirt. "I need you now."

Hassan's eyes darkened with lust as he watched her, his cock twitching in his jeans. "As you wish," he said, his voice a deep, guttural growl.

With a swift motion, he unbuckled his belt and shoved his jeans down, freeing his hard length of seven inches. Amy's breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him, thick and throbbing, the head glistening with pre-cum. She reached down, wrapping her hand around his shaft, stroking him slowly as she positioned herself above him.

"God, you're a beautiful Amy mam," Hassan muttered, his hands gripping her hips. "Take me, madam. Use me for your pleasure. Take everything I have to give. Use me like your fuck toy."

As she was the one who had initiated this unholy fucking she didn't need any confirmation. With one smooth motion, she sank down onto his cock, taking him deep inside her. Hassan groaned, his head falling back against the seat as she rode him, her hips moving in a steady rhythm. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction between their bodies sparking waves of pleasure that crashed over them like a tidal wave.

"Fuck, Hassan," Amy gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders. "You feel so good."

He grunted in response, his hands sliding her tight crop top upside to cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly. "Your tits are perfect," he growled, his thumbs flicking over her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. "So fucking perfect."

Amy cried out, her body arching as he teased her nipples, the sensation driving her wild. She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss, her tongue plunging into his mouth as she rode him harder, faster. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the auto rickshaw, a raw, primal rhythm that matched the pounding of their hearts.

He thrusted his hips Into her core, filling her craving pussy and stretching her hole. She was grinding slowly over the girth of his 7 inch cock and feeling every inch slowly. Her heat was ascending with every inch dropped down to his shaft. Her senses were collapsing forgetting the weird situation they were in.

"Harder," Hassan demanded, his voice strained. "Fuck me harder, Amy."

She obeyed, her hips snapping down with renewed vigor, taking him deeper with each thrust. Hassan's hands moved to her ass, guiding her movements, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove her towards the edge. The world narrowed down to the sensations between them, the heat, the friction, the sheer intensity of their connection.

"Hassan, I'm... I'm reaching..." Amy panted, her voice breaking as she felt the orgasm building within her.

"Come for me, Amy," he urged, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Let go."

With a cry of release, Amy shattered, her body convulsing around his cock as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Hassan followed soon after, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave, his seed filling her as he shouted her name.

They collapsed together, panting and spent, their bodies still entwined. Amy lay on top of him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to the steady thump of his heart. For a moment there was only silence, bright sunlight piercing through the open sides of the auto rickshaw, the world outside forgotten as they basked in the afterglow of their passion.

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Chapter - 3 - The dirty sex in the auto rickshaw.

"That was... incredible," Amy breathed, her voice soft and content.

Hassan chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "You're not done yet," he said, his voice a low, dangerous purr. "Not by a long shot."

Amy lifted her head, her eyes wide with curiosity. "What do you mean?"

He grinned, his teeth flashing in the more than the daylight. "I want to see you on your hands and knees," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want to fuck you like an animal."

Amy's breath hitched, her body responding to his words before her mind could even process them. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Hassan nodded, his eyes dark with lust. "Oh, I'm very sure," he said, his hand sliding down to cup her ass once more. "Now get on all fours Amy." He dropped his honorifics again.

Obediently, Amy shifted, positioning herself on her hands and knees on the seat. The leather was hard and cool against her skin, the contrast heightening her senses as she waited for him to take her. Hassan adjusted himself, his cock already hardening again as he prepared to claim her.

Looking at her sensitive pink pussy, "such a pussy, so sexy, I can't control myself," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips as he lined himself up with her entrance. "So fucking sexy."

With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely. Amy cried out, her body arching as he began to pound into her, his hips slamming against her ass with brutal force.The building was abandoned no one on the road, and just two horny needy people fucking their lust out on each other.

"Fuck, Hassan," Amy gasped, her nails digging into the leather seat. "You're so deep."

He grunted in response, his hands tightening on her hips as he drove into her with relentless precision. "Your pussy feels so tight Amy," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "So fucking tight."

Amy's head fell forward, her hair cascading over her shoulders as she surrendered to the sensation. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, the friction between their bodies sparking waves of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter within her.

He kept thrusting into her in that confined space in broad daylight with the risk of people seeing them, but he was not ready to give up. He grinned, and smiled, kinder than before. "Now, I want to see you on your back," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I want to watch you come apart as I fill you."

Amy's breath hitched, her body responding to his words before her mind could even process them. "What makes you think that I will obey you?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation.

Hassan smirked, his eyes dark with lust. "Oh, you will," he said, flipping her body like a toy, his hand sliding down to cup her ass once more. "Now lie back." She was not the one in control anymore. The beast inside the man was unleashed.

Like a sly kitten, Amy shifted, lying back on the seat with her legs spread wide. The leather was cool against her skin, the contrast heightening her senses as she waited for him to take her. Hassan adjusted himself, his cock already hardening again as he prepared to claim her.

"That's good," he murmured, his hands gripping her thighs as he lined himself up with her entrance. "You will have all the pleasure you asked for, and more."

With one swift thrust, he buried himself inside her, filling her completely. Amy cried out, her body arching as he began to pound into her, his hips slamming against her thighs with brutal force. She moaned and didn't care about the location anymore. Her wild dream was taking a new form with his dominance.

"Fuck, fuck me so hard," Amy gasped, her nails digging into the leather seat. "You're so good Hassan, it feels so great."

Hassan's one hand held her hanging boobs like a hand rail and squeezed them hard as he thrusted deeper inside her. He grunted in response, his other hand tightening on her thighs as he drove into her with relentless precision. "You are so sexy Amy, like a whore," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "Such a horny slut."

Amy's head fell back in shame from the words of degradation he used. Her pussy was wetter than before and with a new found control he was ready to explode inside her again. He grunted as he paced inside her warm hole and she kept sniffling with the pain of pleasure. He banged into her like a wild beast.

The auto rickshaw shook and they didn't worry about anything else. Their primal thought was only to release. His body convulsed and his veins popped up ready to shoot up deep inside her. Pregnancy risk or being watched was not in their minds. They only wanted a release.