Drive-by Photoshoot
(( The King is back, bitches. ))
I'm a horndog. I admit it. Hell, I'm more than a little proud of it. At 60, I can still get it up, keep it up, and get it off as often as I like, and brother, I like it a lot.
I'm also a semi-professional videographer and photographer. That is, I shoot dirty pictures and videos and get paid for them. Most people don't know that about me, so let's keep it on the down low.
I keep my iPhone close to hand and am always looking for new things to shoot, not women to get some candid pics of; hell, I'll even livestream jerking off in my car and flashing chicks in parks. You'd be surprised how many prim and proper soccer mom types will watch or join in. It doesn't take much encouragement.
Another thing going my way is that I'm still in great shape and look 15 years younger than I am. God bless my parents for giving me their exceptional DNA. Sometimes, being a genetic mutt pays off. I have all of my hair, don't have a beer gut, and have a cock that measures in just under ten fat fucking inches of meat.
So, the other day, I was driving to get my hair cut and decided to take a shortcut through a large neighborhood park. It was one of spring's first really nice days, and I was hoping some sexy moms would be out flaunting their goodies. As I cruised past one of the more deserted parking lots, I saw another car with the rear left door open, and a woman was bent over with her head and arms inside the vehicle. Her dark skirt was hiked up over her hips, completely exposing her ass and thighs to my perverted eyesight. The only problem was she had on a pair of russet-colored tights that were stretched so far; it looked like they would split open down her ass crack. The severe amount of stretch had turned them practically translucent, and her fleshy ass and crotch were practically on display.
She was fiddling with something in the back seat and was probably unaware her skirt had pulled up.
Needless to say, my radar was triggered. I lifted my foot off the accelerator and slowly turned into the lot, then turned back to drive up behind her... slowly... very slowly, staring right at her cunt through the sheer sheen of stretched lycra. I kid you not. You could see the puffy bulge of her pubic mound, the cleft between her outer labia, even the dark spot where her asshole lay all puckery and needy.
She had no idea.
As I slowly drew closer, I could see what she was struggling with... a car seat.
Great. That means she had a kid. I felt a sudden wave of disappointment as I realized a mom with her rugrat was not likely to let me bang her. I was about to speed up and leave when I noticed the seat was empty.
Hang on.
No kids.
Interesting.
I pulled the car to a stop behind her, my eyes locked on that spot where I hoped to soon have my cock shoved, and spoke up, clearing my throat.
"Ahem," I began, "Do you need a hand with anything?"
She turned to look over her shoulder at me, face red from exertion, or was it embarrassment?
"Oh, this car seat is stuck. I need to take it out, but I can't get it out," she replied. She stood up, and as she did, I guess she realized her skirt was not covering her ass. Now, she really seemed red in the face.
"Can I give you a hand?" I offered.
She looked around. A few spaces away, there was a mini-van, and another woman was busy wrangling some young kids into it with limited results.
She turned back to me, her skirt pulled back down. "Do you mind? My girlfriend is taking my kid to a play date, and she needs my car seat."
I whipped the BMW into the spot next to her and jumped out. "Not a problem," I replied.
Within a few seconds, I had the troublesome car seat out and installed in the mini-van. As the two moms talked and said their goodbyes, I excused myself and got back in my car, rubbing my cock through my shorts with my windows down.
Shortly after that, Mom #2 in the mini-van drove off, and Mom #1 came back to her car, stopping to lean in my passenger window. Her pretty face smiled at me, and her enormous melons nearly fell from her top. Her eyes landed on the prominent bulge in my pants, and my hand gripped it through the fabric. She lingered several seconds before she spoke.
"Thanks for helping me with that," she began, "I have to go shopping for my daughter's birthday present and she's taking her so I can do it alone. It's amazing to finally get some privacy."
"That's great," I said, feigning interest. "Hey, I have something I'd like to ask you."
"Ask me?" she replied.
"Yeah," I said, acting casual. "So, I can't help but tell you that you're a very pretty lady."
She blushed a bit more but stayed leaning in my window.
"Thanks," she said softly.
"I'm a professional photographer and well, I'd like to take some pictures of you," I explained, laying the hook out.
"Pictures of me? Uhh, what kind of pictures." She asked, eyes still watching my hand, with was still squeezing and massaging my thick dick.
"Well, not the kind you would let your kids see."
She gasped, and her eyes shot to mine. "I'm married," she stated matter-of-factly as if that somehow meant anything to anybody or explained things to me in a meaningful way.
"So am I," I told her. "That's not a problem, they're just pictures. I mean when I drove up you were leaning in your car and it looked so fucking hot. I would love to take pictures of you like that. I know it sounds weird, but my fans love to see photos like that."
She stared at me. "You have fans?"
"Yeah," I said, "on social media. I wouldn't post your name and I would blur your face if you want. But, I gotta tell you, you got one hell of a nice ass."
She smiled. I could tell she was tempted. Now, put some bait on the hook.
"I'd pay you $200, and we'd be done in ten minutes. What's that come out to? $1200 an hour? Where else you gonna get $1200 an hour for anything?"
"Twelve hundred??" she asked, more than a little tempted.
"Yeah, I mean for an hour. But the pics I have in mind won't take that long. We can have them done and you out of here in no time."
Wiggling the bait. I would see her about to strike.
I pulled $200 out of my wallet, fanned the 20-dollar bills out for her to see, and placed the money on the passenger seat next to her.
She snatched the cash and asked, "What do I need to do?"
As I exited the car, I told her, "Just go back and stand in the back seat door like you were and pretend to work on the car seat or whatever, just like you were."
"That's it?" she asked.
"For now," I replied.
I opened her back door for her, and she tucked the money into her bra. Then, she stepped inside the door and turned to the interior of her car. "Like this?" she asked.
I raised my iPhone to take a picture but hesitated, "Get in a bit more, like you were before, and don't face me. Act like you're doing something."
She grinned, then turned and did as I instructed.
"Good," I said and snapped a couple of pictures. They were useless to me but made her feel I was a professional.
"Oh, hang on," I said softly, getting close behind her. I pulled her skirt slowly up. She jumped and turned halfway to face me.
"What are you doing?" she asked, alarmed.
"Whoah!" I said, trying to calm her, hands raised in the universal "calm down bitch" pose most husbands learn to master in the first week of marriage.
"When I drove up, your skirt was hiked up in back," I explained. So, I was just trying to put it like it was, I mean, for the pictures."
"Oh," she said, then turned back into the car and continued her performance of pretending to work on some non-existent baby seat. "I guess that's ok."
I smiled when I noticed she didn't lift her skirt. She was waiting for me to do it.
Hooked. I had her now. It would only be a matter of time until my cock was down her throat and in her cunt, pumping her full of my seed.
I lifted the skirt up over her hips, exposing her rotund ass cheeks, though still covered by the Lululemon knockoffs.
