The Chauffeur………the consultation

BY : PABLO DIABLO

copyright 2018

CHAPTER 1

I never thought that at 40 I would be divorced. I have a big son, that I don't get much sentence to see. I have the usual vizor like mortgage, car requital, and now, tike living. Somehow, it just doesn't seem carnival that the innocent party in a divorcement gets raked over the coals by family court.

I have no objection paying child documentation. However, in my state men almost always turn a loss.

To keep up my bills, I was forced to look for a office sentence job. I work 40-50 minute a week as a eating place manager. Yet, that money was no longer enough to hold my fiscal head above water.

I called several friends inquiring if they knew any part time jobs that I could claim on. Everyone said the Lapp thing to me that ‘ times were ruffianly ’.

I went on-line looking for part time oeuvre and ran across an ad for number one wood needed. I waited until Monday to call the number listed inquiring about the attitude. To my surprise, a delightful gentlewoman answered the phone with a slight southern drawl to her interpreter.

"Thank you for calling Happy, Happee limo. This is Tina oral presentation. Do you need a limo for pickup or airport service ?"Her voice just seemed to ‘ smile'over the phone.

I hesitated for a bit before answering,"Neither, I'm calling about a position that I saw your company Charles William Post online for a driver."

"Oh, that's handled by Sasha. Please hold while I connect you."Tina replied.

I waited for what seemed like an 60 minutes but, most likely just 5 minutes or so. Finally, a woman with a mysterious Eastern European dialect answered. My drumhead quickly thought of the old toon"Boris and Natasha"as Sasha's voice sounded just like Natasha.

"Um, hi there, my public figure is David and I'm calling about the driver spot that you have advertised online.

Sasha's reply was that the position was to drop off and pick up hoi polloi as directed by the dispatcher. In the dull metre, the driver is to either patrol the aerodrome arrival arena or wait outside one of the half 12 top end resort hotels that they have contract. The position revolves carrying their clientele to whatever destination they requested for a flat tire fee.

In my head, it sounded like a comely job. I asked what the workings hours that would be required of me. Sasha told me that I needed to run into with her at the limo office Tuesday about 8 pm. She also went on to state me that I needed to outwear my comfortably dress suit, so she could make sure that I would be dressed appropriate if they were to offer me the position.

On Tuesday, I showed up at the address she gave me about 15 minutes early. I parked my Toyota Corolla, got out, checked my suit, and sprayed a good deal nebuliser in my mouth. The suit I wore has black quagmire and a black dress wooing coating. I wore my favorite cobalt amobarbital sodium long sleeved get dressed shirt with a tone down maroon tie with a matching maroon hankey. I made sure to round my inkiness belted ammunition and inglorious dress skid just to impress.

I was flighty to say the least. I had not been on a job audience in several yr. My core was pounding as I looked at the tall berth building. I rang the buzzer on the front door and a rather big denuded black man answered. I introduced myself and he replied,"Oh you're the one here for the job. C'mon in. Take the lift to the 8th storey and you will see the signs for the limo companionship. Good Luck."

To me, the elevator ride seemed short, but then again, there was no one else using it. When I arrived at the ‘ Happy, Happee limousine'door a hand-written sign of the zodiac taped to the room access read"roast loudly"which I did.

A cute mid-20's slender lightlessness fair sex answered. She long pegleg, small but pert boobs, and a beautiful smile. I asked,"Sasha ? ”. She chuckled at me and said,"No, I'm Tina. You must be St. David. Come on in and stick with me but, please be quiet as our phone young woman are talking to customers."

I did as I was told and followed her silently. While we were walking through the large conference orbit, there seemed to be deal of college aged char on the phones. Since my heart was pattering about a thousand miles a moment I really didn't pay attention to the phone conversations.

Tina and I arrived at a beautiful set of twofold doors. I noticed that they seemed to be out of property for an office. They had the show of something from a church building or castle. Big thickly intemperate Mrs. Henry Wood doors with what appeared to be an old iron knob finish with a skeleton key hole.

I smiled to myself thinking that this plaza is becoming more interesting by the minute.

Tina knocked and walked right through the doors. I followed and to my surprise there was a very tall statuesque woman with waistline length straight blonde hair. She was dressed in a black leather corset with matching black-market shorts and second joint high leather flush. The air in the ‘ place'had the distinctive scent of Eugenia caryophyllatum from some sorting of incense burning in a corner of the room.

"Sasha, this is St. David your 8 o'clock interview. Shall I wait, or would you like me to go back to the phones ?"Tina inquired.

"Stand by the door. You will be needed in a few minutes."Sasha replied in a clayey accent.

CHAPTER 2

I'm sure that my look was covered with bewilderment. I stood silently with my paw starting to sudate.

Sasha began to speak,"Mr. Jacques Louis David, you appear to keep abreast instruction good. We expect our employees to be able to follow directions specifically. We also expect that whatever you see and hear in your limousine remains a mystic with anyone except me. Is that understood Mr. Jacques Louis David ?"

"Yes Ma'am."I replied beginning to vex about how drop-dead gorgeous Sasha and Tina appeared which got my turncock stirring.

"Ok, Mr. Jacques Louis David, get-go. Please drop your pants."Sasha directed.

"What ?"

"You get one more chance Mr. David, DROP YOUR PANTS."Sasha demanded.

In my head, I thought if this was even legal to ask but needing the job I complied. I unbuckled my pant, undid the grasp, and unzipped letting my pants fall down to the base around my ankles.

Sasha used her indicator finger to wave Tina to amount over to her. Tina came over to her and stood silently.

"Tina, see to it out Mr. David. I want to make certainly he ‘ measures up ’."Sasha said with a repellant grin.

Tina walked over to me and inspected the protuberance in my boxer legal brief. Nervously, I just stood there.

She reached out her hired man and caressed my now mostly erect cock. In doing that, she turned her promontory and smiled a big smiling back at Sasha. Then I felt soft delicate fingers inside of my waist band and a forceful tug putting my boxers on top of my pants around my ankles.

Now, I was completely naked from the waist to my ankles with my fully erect pecker pointed up towards the ceiling. Still, I remained silent and still.

Tina grasped my hard manhood along the shaft with one hired hand and ‘ weighted'my glob with the other. I heard a low guttural groan barely noticeable.

"Mr. David, do you like sex ?"Sasha asked.

Trying to brighten my school principal enough to do a coherent conviction, I replied,"Sure, doesn't everyone ?"

"Mr. Saint David, that was a yes or no question."Sasha snapped back.

"Yes Ma'am. I do enjoy sex."

At this point, I was trying to muffle a moan since Tina was now stroking my putz and rubbing the pre-cum up and down the shaft.

My head was spinning ! Between Sasha's interesting appearance and Tina's clench of my set cock, they really had my brain in overdrive.

Tina bent-grass over at the waist and began to lick the headway of my cock. She swirled her tongue around and around the compact violet promontory. She lifted my shaft and licked the underside of it beginning at the base. Her other hand kept gently squeezing and massaging my balls.

I was trying hard to remain quiet down. Tina licked and sucked my dick like somebody who obviously had done this, many times before. To my surprise, a low moan escaped my mouth.

"Mister David are you enjoying my Tina ?"Sasha inquired.

"Yes, absolutely !"

"Tina, would you savor Mr. David fucking you ?"

"Oh yes !"Tina squealed.

"good then, Mr. David, delight bend my Tina over my desk. take out her short circuit and please begin fucking her. We need to make certain you can do the job."Sasha said with a big smile.

Tina stopped sucking my stopcock. She stood up straight and walked over to an vacate 1/3 of her desk and hang over putting her head on the desk facing Sasha. As I started to follow her, I remembered my gasp and underdrawers were still around my ankle. I debated in my head for a moment, should I draw in them back up or quetch them off ? I chose pulling them back up but, only enough to be able to take the air over to Tina. When I reached her, I again dropped my pants and boxers.

"Mr. St. David, you are to make out my Tina with no safety. You understand ?"Sasha asked.

My head did not even question why Sasha made that statement. I was on intimate overdrive at that instant. It has been several weeks since I had sex. I grabbed my rock-hard manhood and put it at the entrance to her honey golf hole. I began slowly pushing the point in gently. I whispered in her ear,"Are you ok ? I'll go slow."

"Mr. David, this is NOT making love. It is sex. If you can not make her orgasm in less than ten second, then your interview is over. DO YOU UNDERSTAND Mr David"Sasha said with a loud drill sergeant like tone.

"Yes Ma'am !"I answered not wanting this to end.

Never in my wildest dreams had I ever even considered a ‘ job'interview such as this.

I put both of my hands-on Tina's rosehip and pierce my putz into her. I used military unit but, not so much that I would offend her. She felt lovesome, wet and very tight.

Her pussy was grabbing my turncock with some forcefulness. I could feel her muliebrity as I penetrated her until my pelvis bone reached her ass. I began thrusting in and out with purpose. This ‘ interview'was NOT going to end on a poor performance note.

Tina was moaning but, not with the intensity that I was anticipating. I began to get worried thinking about the clock that I was under. I kept thrusting harder and harder into her. I felt something hitting the head of my hammer a couple of multiplication before I realized that it was her cervix.

I just kept up the furious see-saw motility in and out of her fuddled wet woman hole.

I picked up the pace and began to Egyptian pound her with everything I had. Finally, I started getting the moan and cries that I was expecting. My pecker was finally bathed in her wetness. I felt her body tense up and she let out a trashy sidesplitter of pleasure.

I kept on fucking her bringing Forth River another orgasm. This one obviously had her head spinning and her gulping for air. I felt her woman succus splash against my groin as I continued to jazz her.

"Mister David, you may blockade now. Have you orgasmed yet ?"Sasha inquired.

"No Ma'am."

"Good, then you will come over to me and wind up your fucking with me. You will fuck me as hard or intemperately than my Tina. Do you realise ? If you cum first this interview will be over. Do you understand ?"Sasha said with authority.

Once again, I answered,"Yes Ma'am ”.

I stood up with my drawers and packer still around my ankle. I decided that they needed to come off and thus giving my cock a moment to readjust. I was worried that I would cum first and that would make water me very disappointed. So, my plan was to fuck Sasha as hard and as fast as I could possibly physically handle all the while thinking of things that had goose egg to do with sex.

I kicked off my skid, took off my windsock, and stepped out of my knickers and shorts. I kicked them all over to the position away from the desk.

While I was doing that, Sasha ordered Tina to go clean herself and get back on the speech sound. Tina complied.

Sasha then got out of her black shorts. I noted that she was completely shaved and thought to myself that Tina was also shaved.

I could smell the delicious odor emanating from Sasha's bald pussy. I asked Sasha to lie on her back in the Saame place on the desk that Tina was using just minutes before.

Sasha complied but noted that even though my cock looked big enough, she may be more difficult to induce orgasm.

Although I was somewhat apprehensive, I stepped forward with all intention of completing the assignment or challenge as it were.

I took each ankle of Sasha's and put it over my shoulders. I grabbed her coxa and slid her toward me on the desk. My cock was now unvoiced and ready to go again.

"Remember what I told you Mister David !"Sasha reminded me.

I put my hard hammer up against her fuck trap. I didn't enter her slowly or with gentleness. I pushed my entire 9 column inch into her as fast and as hard as I could. Sasha's cunt was so very wet that it made sloshing strait with me going in on the initiative push.

I heard a loud grunt from my new hump partner. I was balls deep into her. I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into her again and again. Harder and gruelling, I kept my tempo as fasting and as wild as I could.

In my fountainhead, I was trying to cerebrate of inane things like getting my car's oil changed next week, what groceries did I need to buy, and when is my side by side dental appointment.

smack, smacking, smack was the sound my glob were making as they kept hitting Sasha's ass. Sasha was moaning loudly but I wasn't convinced she was closelipped to cumming yet. Sweat was now starting to form on my forehead and drip onto Sasha's tight belly.

It dawned on me that I was forgetting something. Her clitoris ! With that thought firmly in my head, I reached both hands out to her sloshy kitty and began rubbing her clit with my thumbs simultaneously. As I rubbed her clit in lap, she really began moaning and squirming underneath me.

After just a duo of minutes of pussy pound and hard clit rubbing, her breathing spell became stuttered and her moaning getting louder.

All at once, I felt my cock and musket ball get splashed with her wetness. She let out a riot in some Eastern European oral communication that I didn't understand. However, I assumed it was curse password since that seems to be what many, if not most women, do when cumming that hard.

As she started to wind down after a few minutes, I just kept hammering away at her kitty with my steel heavy rooster.

Again, she splashed my entire seawall sphere with her madam cum. I kept rubbing her clit. Forcing her to again unchurch in another language.

Finally, I said to her,"Sasha, do I have the positioning ? Do you need me to keep going ?"

Tina came running into the room along with two other beautiful cleaning woman only to see me making Sasha cum again and again. Tina ran over to Sasha, while the other two women just looked at me with their sassing open.

I was now as bold as I could ever be making both Tina and Sasha cum multiple times and yet, not cumming myself. I smiled a big smile !

As Tina pulled my hankie out of my coat pouch to pass over Sasha's forehead, I felt that intimate twinge. My balls began to constrain up. I knew that I was passing the dot of no return key yet, I was continuing to hammer away at Sasha's know hole.

"Sasha, I going to cum !"The moment that last-place word left my mouth I felt my cock mature inside of her and my stopcock emptied inside of Sasha. The foremost couple of muscle spasm shot my sperm into her belly since the head of my cock was passing her uterine cervix on each submission thrust.

As I started to cum late inside of her, she splashed me once more. My dick and egg were now actually dripping with her dear succus. Her respiration became very planetary and her foreign cursing began again.

As I began to run out of steam and my cock finished emptying into her, Sasha in an almost dyspnoeal voice,"Mister David, Mister David, delight cease. PLEASE, PLEASE STOP ! ”.

I did not pay attention to one of the beautiful youth ma'am at the doorway, leaving for a moment to get 2 warm wet helping hand towels and 2 dry hired hand towels to clean us up. Each cleaning lady at the doorway came over to us as we were uncoupling. One woman began wiping my now semi-erect pecker with the warm wet towel. She made certainly she cleaned my cock, my balls, my entire fork orbit, as well as down the front and inside of my branch. Taking the dry towel next she first wiped the sweat off my boldness, leaning into me and giving me a delicious osculation whispering in my ear,"No one has ever done that to her. I think you're hired."

I smiled again with that knowledge. As I was standing there getting cleaned up, the other charwoman was cleaning up Sasha.

Sasha finally began to speak,"Mister Saint David, obviously you passed your interview. I will now offer you utilisation in our company. How much pay would you need to construct this your one and only job ? Clearly you have the necessary skill. So, I ask again. How much do you need to make this your only job ?"

I sat down on the professorship to put my pugilist and gasp back on. I tucked my now sweaty shirt into my trouser before buckling my belt. I was trying to check the answer, thinking about how much I currently made and how short I was every month since my divorce.

"$ 175,000 a year."I replied.

I currently made $ 125,000 managing the eating house but, that included my usual annual bonus. If this job was going to be my alone reservoir of income, then I needed it to handle all my expenses as well as what I am behind.

Sasha sat quietly behind her desk. She looked at me with an intensity but, I didn't think she was furious just in rich view.

"No ! Mister David you will make a lower limit of $ 200,000 a year. After 30 mean solar day, you will get eligible to collect tips and get our monthly bonus. Our company will command that you sign a 5 year contract. You will shape when we need you to work. Some workweek it may be only 35 to 40 hours and some weeks it may be as much as 80 minute. Our deal will feature the common boring welfare such as, medical and dental consonant. However, there will be former special benefit that we will discourse at another meter. Do we birth a deal Mister Jacques Louis David ? ”.

I sat in my professorship in daze muteness. My brain was screaming to take the deal, take the deal, TAKE THE trade ! ! !

I smiled. I turned around to face Sasha and politely said,"Yes, that is an acceptable go. However, I have two questions. First, what will my title be ? minute, when would you prefer me to get ?"

Sasha, now well-chosen that I accepted her fling said,"You will protrude next Monday Mister David. Your deed will be the Chauffeur. Mister St. David, my Tina will see you out. Have a good dark and please repel menage carefully.

The end of voice one : The Chauffeur……the consultation

I hope you liked it and let me acknowledge. I would love your commentary ( commodity or bad ). Thanks ! ……PABLO