I'm your typical 28-year-old small-town skinny rocker dude with long hair and a big dick living the California dream in North Hollywood on my parents' dime.

My roommates and I rent an old seventies Spanish-style house; we live there with a pit bull named Jake and a Siamese fighting fish named Felicia. In between my music gigs I'm a driver for Uber and Lyft. Driving helps me network with all kinds of people in the entertainment industry, not to mention meet a ton of gorgeous women.

Los Angeles is filled with porn stars, strippers, and models, and many of them don't have a car, or they don't like driving, or really like partying, so they use rideshare apps to get around town. Most of the girls I drive are pretty cool, and I've become friends with a few regulars who I kick it with outside the car.

One evening, a tall, shapely mama with big bouncy boobies and curly brown hair, wearing a short wool skirt, a midriff sweater, and knee-high boots, ran to my car carrying several bags and waving at me frantically. She opened the back passenger door and asked, “You Dylan, Uber? I'm Sara.” This chick was a fox on stilts.

“Yes,” I said. (I would've said yes, regardless!) “Are we waiting for anyone else?” I asked. She laughed, shaking her head no, then smiled at me as she slid into my Ford Focus. Wiggling her slinky hips sideways to the middle of the seat, she pulled her bags in beside her. She then sat back, parting her long legs and straddling them over the floor divider as she opened her knees wider. Letting out a loud sigh, she stretched her feet under the front seats. She was like a baby giraffe in a clown car.

While I was checking the route on my GPS, she rearranged her bags, pulling out clothes and shoes and placing them onto the seat next to her. Through the rearview mirror I got a glimpse between her legs — and swore I saw the pale pink of her bare pussy peeking from the edge of the stretchy fabric. My dick stiffened in my slightly too-tight jeans. I could feel its thickness straining against the denim and suddenly wished I had worn sweatpants.

“I hope you keep your eyes on the road when we're driving,” she kidded as she caught me checking her out in the mirror. I was embarrassed — until she opened her legs a little wider, teasing me with her vagina from the backseat.

During the drive, she practically made it her mission to crash us. I know that sounds crazy, but she was totally loving watching me in the mirror as I watched her get off. I could see her fingers working their magic on her pussy lips, tracing their outline, parting them, and then gently squeezing them together again. It was rhythmic — open, close, open, close. I had to keep it together. I wasn't watching the road. I blurted out, “Why me?” like a schoolboy, and she leaned forward, close to my seat. I could smell the sweet cotton candy scent from her soft curls cascading around her face. She replied, “Because you're a cutie-pie rock star, and I'm fucking horny tonight.”

Mind. Blown. She started talking dirty to me from the backseat. “You want to taste my sweet peach, don't you, Dylan? I'm so wet right now…. I'm dripping onto your seat. Oops, let me get that,” she said, and wiping the leather under her ass, scooped up her juices and sucked her fingers one by one, milking them with her pouty lips. She then fingered herself with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other.

I could hear squishing noises between her low moans as her fingers picked up the pace, and she pounded her pussy harder. Then she pulled her fingers out of her wet pussy and started licking them one by one. My dick was about to detonate. I had to find a place to pull over before I came in my pants.

I found a scenic outlook on Mulholland Drive that was surprisingly empty, and I parked. Sara had turned around in the seat and was bent over with her butt in the air, giving me a much better view. She shimmied her short skirt above her ass and exposed her glistening slit. I could see shimmery come trails running down her inner thighs. “Eat my pussy, Dylan,” Sara cooed, as if I needed an invitation. I squeezed between the front seats and face-planted her ass.

Grabbing her firm cheeks in each hand, I spread her wide open and buried my face deep into her wet silk, pulling her toward me. I parted her thick lips with my tongue and pushed up and down on the crease between her plump labia. I buried my nose in her butthole, and jabbed my firm tongue in and out of her quivering pussy. After a few minutes of tongue-fucking, her syrupy gash-goo was dripping down my chin. I wiped my face across the soft milky skin of her ass and then playfully slapped it.

I crawled into the backseat and cracked the windows so they wouldn't fog up. There was definitely an element of danger — the potential of getting caught — that made the whole experience even more intense. I laid down on the seat and angled myself so Sara could have her way with me. Sitting on the floor and scrunching over, she took my swollen shaft in both her hands and lowered her mouth, wrapping her generous lips around my thickness and throating it like a pro. As she came up for air, she traced the vein on the underside of my monster cock with the tip of her tongue. “Why do skinny guys always have the biggest dicks?” she asked no one.

Sara carefully (and acrobatically) positioned herself so she was straddling my waist, then lowered herself onto me and widened her eyes as she took it in. She was sitting on me with all her weight and expertly rocking her hips as if she were taking a final exam in some renegade Zumba class. Her cunt felt like a velvet glove stroking my erection. She leaned forward on her hands, bouncing her backside up and down, riding my dick. She quickened the pace until she was bucking wildly — her world-class ass slapping noisily each time she came down.

Sara threw her head back, moaning loudly in ecstasy, increasing her intensity. Her cries sent me over the edge, so I grabbed her hips and and started pumping ferociously. When I yelled, “I'm coming!” she responded, “Me too, oh my God!” We both stiffened up our bodies at the same time as she unleashed a tidal wave on my cock and I shot several warm ropes deep inside her.

Collapsing on top of me, Sara and I lay chest-to-chest. I could feel her heart beating. We stayed in that position, basking in the afterglow for several minutes.

We cleaned ourselves up and I dropped Sara off at her apartment building. I gave her my card, she gave me a kiss, and later I saw that she rated me five stars.

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