Barbara Vaughn stood outside the hotel and gave a shiver that shook her entire 43 year old body. The large black ex army doorman observed and stepped over to her.
"Can I offer you a jacket Madam, or do you wish to wait in the foyer until your driver brings your car round?"
Barbara shook her head. The involuntary shiver had been nothing to do with the temperature of the night, it was a mild night in London. Rather it was a shiver of anticipation.
"No thank you, you are very kind though."
The attractive blonde flashed a smile at the doorman that brought a smile to his lips. God she was beautiful, dressed immaculately in a designer black gown, with expensive stockings and heels and bedecked in sparkling jewellery. A classy woman to be sure and so nice and pleasant, not like some of the stuck up society bitches that frequented the hotel and treated him like shit when they weren't busy ignoring his presence. It would have surprised him greatly to know that as she smiled at him Barbara, daughter of a Lord and wife of a Cabinet Minister in the UK Parliament, was imagining herself dropping to her knees on the stone step and gorging herself on what she imagined would be his huge, black cock.
She gave another shiver and forced herself to turn away and look at the driveway lest she give herself away, or worse yet try to act on her desire. But she couldn't shake the thought and by the time her Chauffeur finally drew round the bend and came to a halt beside her Barbara was in her own dreamland where she had progressed from sucking his thick black cock to being bent over the wall to the side of the exclusive hotel and taking it hard from behind. As Owen, her driver stepped round to open her door Barbara turned to smile at the doorman one last time before sliding into the voluminous, comfortable back seat.
She waited until the car was past the large stone gates of the hotel before dropping the privacy panel and staring at her young driver's neck. He glanced at the driving mirror and saw her staring.
"Did you have a nice evening?"
"Not really. I couldn't really concentrate. My mind kept wandering. I don't know how I lasted this long. Is it all set up?"
"Yes, everything. I'll not tell you anything about it, let it be a surprise - or shock."
She saw his lip curl into a smile and knew this would be good.
"Do we have time for a stop Owen. It sounds like you deserve a reward."
He smirked again. Mrs Vaughn had been giving the young driver rewards for the last year or so and they were always worth receiving.
"Yes I fucking do you nasty little cunt. Organising this has given me a right hard dick and I need a release. Your tarty mouth will do nicely. Call it a warm up for you, eh?"
Barbara squirmed in the back seat. Owen more than knew her love of dirty talk.
"Then you had better find a lay by quickly and get back here with me, hadn't you?"
He drew in shortly afterwards but remained in his seat and swivelled to address his employer's wife.
"I don't think we've got time bitch. But why don't you get your ass up here beside me and you can blow me while I drive you. It'll save me having to blindfold you anyway because you won't see where we're going with your face in my crotch, will you?"
Licking her lips at being told what to do Barbara slid out of the car (Owen certainly wasn't going to open the door for her here) and she slipped in beside her part-time lover. Yes Barbara Vaughn was one of the sweetest, nicest MP's wives you were likely to meet but she was also addicted to cheap, nasty, dirty sex and she wasn't going to get that from her normal, staid, placid husband. She had led Owen astray, the young man not in a hurry to abuse the trust and position he had gained but no man could have resisted the sexy blonde for too long. And tonight Barbara was going further than ever before.
She sat beside her driver and shared a guilty look with him before he engaged the engine again making it clear Barbara was expected to do all the work. As he slowly pulled out into the traffic her small hands worked his zipper and tugged his unencumbered penis free. He was already erect and she gave him a couple of strokes before dropping onto her knees in the passenger footwell and leaning over to accept his cock between her perfect, pink lips. A few quick licks were followed by her pushing her mouth onto his prick, almost impaling herself until she slobbered over it before finally coming up for air. After that she started a steady rythym of going up and down on the driver's stiff member. After fifteen minutes of oral sex Owen was near the point of climax but he kept his eyes on the road, this wasn't the type of area where you wanted to have an accident. He put his hand down and pushed Barbara's head fully onto his cock and hissed.
"You need to hurry up, we're almost here. Your nightmare is about to begin."
Barbara increased her speed and ferocity of sucking and was swiftly rewarded with an eruption in her mouth as Owens dick exploded and pumped a series of shots of cum into her mouth. She greedily sucked it all in and swallowed in and wiped her chin just as Owen pulled in and brought the car to a stop.
Barbara pulled herself up and sat in the front seat staring out the window. The sight that greeted her was a run down, vandalised old house that looked abandoned. It was obviously in an estate in London and not a very savoury one at that. She looked at Owen and displayed her fear and concern.
"Last chance, do you want to back out? You can stop this here. You do not have to go ahead with this."
Barbara swallowed and nodded before answering.
"Yes. Yes I do want and have to go ahead with this. I crave the excitement and adventure. I trust you. This is what I want. This is my fantasy come to life. I want to do this."
