Chapter 2

I was shocked at how easy it was to get a job as a rideshare driver. Apparently, my lack of a criminal record, and possession of a valid drivers license, made me eminently qualified. Of course, I also needed a car. I was lucky on that matter, because one of the few things from the marriage, that I was able to keep, was a sweet Range Rover SUV. I just never drove it because the damn thing guzzled gas and the maintenance costs were unreal. Hence, why I was taking a rideshare on that fated day. With this new gig, I can reliably keep it maintained and the tank filled. Also, I quickly discovered, that customers often prefer luxury SUVs.

You would think that I would be bored driving for people, after my life of drug fueled sexual mayhem, but I wasn’t. I actually enjoyed the interaction with people. I forgot how much of a “people person” I am, and how much I crave the attention of others. Most people respond very well to my overly engaging style. Of course, there are always some people that just want to just sit there and ignore “the driver”, but fuck them. I live for me, not them.

For me, there is a fine line between interacting and flirting. To make things worse, I get downright sexually aggressive, when I have not been getting any, for more than a few days. So, it didn’t take long until guys started responding just as strongly to by flirtations. I remember that first time, that a guy I was driving, looked at me in the mirror, gave me a knowing smile, and told me he was not in THAT much of a hurry, to get to the airport. Lucky for him that I know all the good place to park, that are out of the way. Lucky for me, he is packing some serious meat.

The car was barely stopped, before I got in the back seat and almost tore his pants off. He is just as motivated and we look like a couple of teenagers going at it in the back seat. He latches onto my tits, and I latch onto his big cock. We hit an impasse, when I need that cock in my mouth, and he wants to keep my tits in his. My tits are big, but not THAT big, lol. Lucky for both of us, he decides, that his cock in my mouth is better than my tits in his. All pride aside, I give amazing blow jobs. And this guy is getting some of my best work. I am sure he is about to break into song, when he feels what I can do with my lips, and tongue, and throat. I could have made him cum in seconds, but I make it last. I discovered early on that this is the best way to get repeat customers.

I also didn’t want him to cum, before I can get my pussy filled, by that big ass cock. And filled it was. My GOD what a waste of cock, that his wife is not plowing herself on it every damn night. I can tell by the look on his face, as I ride him, like I am trying to win the Kentucky Derby, that he has NEVER been fucked like this before. I SLAM down on him and feel him punch up into my guts. I throw myself up and off of him, so wildly, that my tits flop up and almost SLAP the roof of the car. Then SLAM back down, over and over. When I cum, I scream so loud in the confined car, that I feel like I will go deaf. Just then, the guy GRABS my tits in a death grip and I feel his cock twitch inside me, as he cums. I am not sure how long he has been holding that one, but he cums spurt after spurt, in thick, hot, surges of cum. I can feel it squishing out around his cock.

Being the full service cock sucking, customer fucking, rideshare driver that I am, I immediately grab the package of sterile wipes, I keep in the console, and start to clean him. I almost feel bad that his cum is not only covering his thighs and running into his butt crack, but it is also all over the clothes he was wearing. I do my best to clean everything, but he seems much too distracted by my still naked tits, shaking and bouncing, as I lean over him, wiping him down.

As we both get dressed and get back on our way to the airport, my customer, we will call him “John”, gives me his card and asks if I have one also. I tell him that since I just started driving, I don’t have one, but my profile is on the ridesharing Ap site. Then, I tell him my number, so he can put it in his phone. I also tell him, if he ever wants to hire me directly, he doesn’t have to go through the Ap. He smiles, getting the vibe I am putting down. I also ask him to please make sure to rate me well on the Ap, as well as spread the word, that Karen gives good service ... You never know, word of mouth can make or break a new “business”.