Have You Ever Driven Stick?
Cyndi visits the dealership and gets more than just a car
“Bye honey. Don’t miss me too much.”
Clyde kissed Teresa goodbye as he opened the off-white door to their well-kept home.
“I have my ways of keeping myself busy,” she giggled as he grabbed her heavy milk-filled breasts. The baby hadn’t nursed this morning so they were ripe with nourishment.
“God, these things just keep getting bigger,” Clyde said, feeling a rising sensation in his loins.
Teresa gently pushed him out the door. “I’ll take care of you later, my love. Don’t worry.”
I hate going to work without getting off. Clyde always sold more cars after he had sex. He was just overall more relaxed. I guess I’ll have to wait.
He kissed Teresa one last time before walking to his mint green Skylark. Clyde hopped inside and turned on the radio for the drive to his car dealership in downtown Windsor aptly named Clyde’s Cars. In its first year Clyde’s Cars had been doing very well since its clientele were the young rich boys who bought the latest hot rods to show off to the girls at college.
It was 9 o'clock and the jingle from the door chimes alerted Clyde of an early bird customer. Fortunately for him he was already wide awake with that second cup of coffee, but he was still feeling a bit frustrated after the morning blue balls.
“Hello Mr. Lancaster,” a gentle voice called into the back where his office was located. Clyde stood up from his neatly organized desk where he was doing the morning paperwork, grabbed his lukewarm coffee, and walked out to his sparkling showroom floor.
Before he saw the owner of the voice he immediately recognized it.
It was Diane Huckle, the sweet old lady who played the organ at St. Paul’s Cathedral for Sunday mass. Clyde approached her, his hand outstretched.
“Why, hello Mrs. Huckle. Don’t you look lovely today! What can I help you with?”
Mrs. Huckle walked into the clean showroom floor towards Clyde to shake his hand.
“I'm actually not looking for myself. It’s for my granddaughter.”
“You’ve come to the right place. Where is this granddaughter of yours?”
Mrs. Huckle looked around, not seeing her granddaughter anywhere.
“Oh these teenagers. She’s probably outside talking to some boys. Let me go get her.”
Before Mrs. Huckle could take a step back towards the door, it jingled open to reveal a petite young woman with curly mocha hair and big green eyes, wearing a low cut yellow and white summer dress.
“Sorry Grams, I was looking at all the shiny things outside.” Her eyes connected with Clyde as she finished talking and they locked.
“Mr. Lancaster, this is my granddaughter, Cyndi.”
“Please call me Clyde.”
Cyndi held out her hand. “A pleasure to meet you Clyde.”
As she leaned forward, Clyde got a glimpse of her supple breasts peeking through the top of her dress. He couldn’t help himself as he thought God I want to put my mouth all over those.
“Mr. Lancaster, today is my little Cyndi’s 19th birthday. I would like to get her a nice car. Something suitable for a young lady like herself.”
Clyde did his best to be respectful, but of all mornings to go to work with a full tank of cum, it was truly challenging.
“Yes ma’am. I would be more than happy to help.”
He could feel himself growing in his slacks and quickly did an about face towards the open part of the showroom that housed the fancier cars.
“Alright ladies follow me this way.”
Mrs. Huckle took a step back as she ushered her granddaughter forward.
“Actually Mr. Lancaster, I have a doctor’s appointment so I’ll give you a blank check to take care of her needs. That is if you don’t mind.”
Clyde could feel his heart racing. So many scenarios danced through his mind.
“Sure thing, Mrs. Huckle. Cyndi is in good hands.”
“Wonderful! I’ll see the two of you in a couple of hours. Cyndi, make sure to be courteous to Mr. Lancaster.”
Mrs. Huckle turned and exited the dealership.
Cyndi waved goodbye to her grandmother as the door swung shut behind her. Clyde flipped the electric switch that flashed the red lettered sign from OPEN to CLOSED.
“I’m going to give you my undivided attention for the next couple of hours,” he said with a smile.
“I’d like that very much, Clyde,” Cyndi giggled, popping her gum in her mouth.
“Do you know what kind of car you’re looking for? Most of our less expensive models are outside while I keep the fancier automobiles in here.”
Cyndi winked at Clyde. “Well Clyde, I really like the ones in here.”
She adjusted her dress, hugging her arms across her belly. Her breasts bulged against the tight top. Clyde couldn’t help but stare and he felt like Cyndi was putting on a little show for him.
“How about a gander around the floor, Cyndi?”
Cyndi released her hands letting her cleavage bounce like two jello molds with nipples.
“I’d like that Clyde.”
Cyndi walked past a black 1955 Porsche, running her finger along the smooth, polished finish . “Oooo this one is pretty,” she gasped as she reached the window to lean over and look inside.
Clyde dreamed about lifting her dress and ravaging her right there, but knew he needed to control himself. While he let his naughty thoughts take over for a quick second, he accidentally dropped his pen.
He kneeled down to grab it, but when he glanced up he caught a glimpse of Cyndi’s pink satin panties.
Cyndi backed away from the car, enamored. She turned to face Clyde only to find him still kneeling on the linoleum floor.
“Enjoying the view, Mr. Lancaster?” Cyndi giggled, slowly raising her skirt to give him a better look. The satin panties were slightly wedged between her lips and he could see the outline.
Clyde’s eyes snapped out of their trance and he averted his gaze.
“I’m so sorry. And please, call me Clyde.”
“Ah yes, Clyde. Do you look like what you see?”
He stood up, slightly embarrassed.
“Very much so. I’m sorry for drooling over you. My wife didn’t have time to take care of me this morning and well..I’m a bit pent up.”
“No worries. Maybe I can help?”
Cyndi grabbed Clyde’s hands and held them to her breasts.
“Do they feel like your wife's?”
He massaged and pulled her nipples through the outfit.
“Yes,” he moaned. “Maybe even better.”
She grabbed his face, kissing him passionately. Their tongues slipped into each other’s mouths, flowing back and forth like waves.
“It would be a shame if I left here without getting a car.”
“Yes, a real shame. We need to try one of these out.”
Clyde began unbuttoning her dress.
“I really like this one,” she continued through heavy breathing. “Can you give me a good deal on it?”
Clyde grunted as she clamped her hands onto the dress, stopping him from disrobing her.
“Is that a yes, Clyde?”
Clyde nodded vehemently, “Yes! Yes! Whatever deal you want.”
“That is most appreciated to hear, Clyde. Most appreciated. Now, continue.”
Clyde yanked her dress down to her ankles, taking her pretty underwear with it.
He kissed her belly before gliding his tongue up to her breast, taking a pink nipple in his mouth.
“Can we try out the back seat in this one? I think this is the one I really want.”
“Yes, whatever one you want,” said Clyde.
He opened the door and Cyndi got into the back of the Porsche.
Clyde kicked off his shoes before removing his suit and briefs. He struggled with the button on the slacks before popping it off in his rush. The button pinged off the showroom floor. He paid it no mind and jumped into the luxury car.
“Let me take care of you Clyde. You scratch my back, I’ll suck your cock.”
Cyndi pushed her warm mouth over Clyde's erect cock.
“Oh my good, you’re such a good girl,” Clyde moaned, thrusting upward as he made her gag on it.
She coughed, coming up for air.
“Gee whiz Clyde. I’ve never had one that big before.”
“Really? I can’t wait to be inside of you then.”
She couldn’t wait either and began jerking Clyde faster, slurping up all of his precum.
“Fuck. Slow down, baby. I want to enjoy this.”
Cyndi strokes became more deliberate as she leaned down to lick inside the head, pushing her tongue into his hole.
Clyde’s eyes rolled to the whites.
“You suck cock better than my wife.”
As good as this felt, he needed her to stop. He had to be inside of her.
“Sit on daddy’s lap,” he commanded.
Cyndi popped up excitedly and mounted Clyde.
“I don’t know if it will all fit. I’m quite tight.”
Clyde became even more aroused as the blood pumped through his veiny shaft.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go slow… at first.”
He guided himself into Cyndi’s pink hole nestled between her creamy lips.
She was ready for him. Pussy juices covered his cock as he guided her hips down onto his lap, penetrating her soft mound. He began to thrust harder and deeper, holding her tiny little waist for traction.
She gasped. “Not so fast Clyde. You’re hung like a horse.”
“Let’s get it all the way inside. I need to stretch you out a bit,” he whispered in her ear.
“Oooo. Ok.”
Clyde reached under Cyndi’s arms, grabbing her shoulders. Now he had a good grasp and could get better leverage to fully enter her tiny slit. Once he was all the way in he held his engorged cock deep inside of her vaginal canal. He could feel her insides wrap tightly around him.
“How’s that?”
“That feels so good,” Cyndi said breathlessly. “Can you go faster?”
“Of course,” he replied slyly.
Clyde moved his hands to her waist. Grabbing her soft pearly skin he firmly squeezed her hips while humping her.
Her tits bounced up and down, erect nipples slapping his face and tongue.
She screamed in ecstasy as sweat beads ran down the backs of her legs onto the leather seats. The windows fogged up as the luxury car bounced, the two losing themselves in each other.
Clyde flipped Cyndi over to her knees spreading her tiny ass cheeks to expose her tight pink pussy that glistened with their conjoined sweat and juices. Clyde pushed his face deep inside of her pussy, tasting her engorged cunt.
She quivered with delight.
“Oh my goodness Clyde. That feels incredible.”
Cyndi gripped the leather seats while Clyde flicked his tongue faster, jumping in and out of her holes. He could feel her ready to explode, but decided to continue to edge her. He blew on her clit, brushing his lips on her slit. She was going savage.
“I want you to beg for it.”
“Fuck yes. Please Clyde, I need it so bad. I need to cum. I need your huge cock inside me.”
Clyde spit on her pussy and pushed himself deep inside of her. He reached around her and grabbed her tits with one hand and her bushy mound with the other.
“Harder Clyde. It feels so good,” she cried.
Clyde thrust faster like a jackhammer breaking concrete. With each pump, her ass cheeks bounced off of him.
“Oh my god Clyde, I’m about to cum!!” Cyndi screamed inside the Porsche, drops of her cream spilling onto the slippery leather. Clyde couldn’t contain it anymore.
“Fuck baby, I’m cumming too,” he groaned as he pulled out and shot his giant milky load all over Cyndi’s shoulder blades, hair, and the car’s back seat.
The two took a moment to catch their breath before exiting the car in a state of half-dress.
“Wow, that was fantastic Clyde. I’m so glad you showed me how special this automobile truly is.”
“Me too,” Clyde said as he grabbed some tissues from a nearby desk to clean Cyndi’s back. “Should we get the keys so you can drive it home?”
“I think that would be a great idea, Clyde. But seeing as there are some stains on the leather, perhaps you can take that into account with the price?”
Clyde laughed. “You drive a hard bargain, Cyndi. And you’re right. I can’t sell something new that has been used, now can I?”
Cyndi grinned. “I’d say that’s a good way to look at it.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the front door. The two quickly finished getting dressed. Clyde approached the door and could see Mrs. Huckle through the glass.
“Hello Mr. Lancaster. I think you forgot to turn your OPEN sign on. You won’t get any business like that.”
“Oh! Thanks for letting me know.”
Cyndi walked around Clyde. “Hi Grams!”
“Did you find a car?”
“I sure did! Clyde was extremely helpful and knowledgeable.”
“I’m going to give it a nice polish while you two fill out the paperwork.”
“Wonderful news. You’re such a darling Mr. Lancaster.”
“Cyndi, it was a pleasure meeting you.”
“Likewise. I will tell all my girlfriends to come here to buy their cars,” Cyndi said playfully.
Clyde winked at her. “I would really love that.”