When Dreams Come True
by Sandra Alek
Copyright© 2025 by Sandra Alek
Erotica Sex Story: Sam fulfills her lifelong dream of riding in a Rolls-Royce by offering Jack a blowjob in exchange for a spin through the city. In the luxurious car, she discovers the thrill of public oral sex, leading to mutual climax.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Masturbation Oral Sex Public Sex AI Generated .
Sam was sitting at a table outside McDonald’s, eating ice cream and scrolling through TikTok. The sun was hot, so she decided to move to another table, into the shade of a tree.
She had barely stood up when an expensive black car stopped across from her and gave a short honk. The window rolled down, and Jack’s happy face appeared.
“Hey, Sam! How’s it going?”
“Wow, Jack! Where did you get a car like that?”
His face spread into a wide smile. He waved her closer and winked when she came near.
“Got hired to drive a client around. His driver got sick.”
He ran his hand over the brown-and-yellow leather seat.
“Rolls-Royce Phantom. Two thousand five. Collector’s model. One and a half million bucks.”
Sam almost sat back down.
“A Rolls-Royce?! Give me a ride!”
Jack wrinkled his nose and shook his head.
“No way. This thing is crazy expensive. I couldn’t pay for even a small scratch or stain.”
She leaned forward, pleading.
“Jack, please. I’ve dreamed my whole life about riding in a Rolls-Royce.”
“Drop the ice cream. You’ll drip on the seats.”
She threw the cup away and asked again, almost whining.
“Please, just a ride.”
Jack licked his lips, looked around, bit his lower lip, then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“You’ll suck me off?”
Sam flinched, looked around—no one she knew—then met his eyes and nodded.
“I will.”
The car door opened.
“Get in.”
The street noise faded right away. Cool dim light, soft leather seats, and the smell of leather and expensive cologne filled the cabin.
“Wow,” Sam said, amazed, running her hand over the seat. Her heart started to race.
Jack loosened his belt, unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and said,
“Suck.”
“Let’s drive first,” she said, looking around the interior.
He shook his head.
“Nope. Either suck or get out. I’ll drive while you do it.
Through downtown, past City Hall.”
He gestured toward his crotch.
Sam leaned down, took his soft cock in her hand, pulled back the skin, and spit on the tip. She spread the spit with her thumb and licked it.
Jack pressed a button, and the Rolls-Royce hummed softly.
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