Fake Driving School 19yr old petite American student creampie lesson
Title: “Faking It: A Juicy Creampie Lesson in the Back of an Unconventional Taxi”
The hazy summer sun beat down on the bustling city streets as a petite 19-year-old American student, Lily, waited at the curb. Her patience was wearing thin, but so was herGreg: Listen, I know this setup seems a bit shady, but trust me, it’s all part of the “lesson”. I’m going to teach you how to drive while multitasking. Messaging an*l creampie what workplace?
I have a boss!
She laughed nervously. “Yeahhh…I think I might be a bit rusty at that.” Lily’s cheeks flushed, and she adjusted her tiny glasses, the anticipation building.
“Don’t worry, doll. I’ll take good care of you,” Greg said with a sly wink. He revved the engine, and the cab lurched forward. Lily gripped her seat, trying to ignore the butterflies dancing in her tummy while her brain worked overtime trying to recall anal creampie details from the video.
As Greg navigated the phallic-shaped steering wheel, he casually reached over and caressed Lily’s thigh. “Multitasking starts with getting a feel for your environment,” he explained. His confidence was a turn-on, but Lily tried to focus on the road, unsure of how far this “lesson” would go.
Greg pointed at a passing sign, “Okay, NOW switch lanes!” Lily yelped, caught off guard, and Greg grinned. “See, you need to stay alert and anticipate your next move.”
HEY HEY HEY, THAT’S HERS!
Lily’s lessons took an unexpected turn when Greg pulled the cab over beside a vacant-looking building. He motioned for Lily to follow him into the sketchy lobby.
“Why are we stopping here?” Lily asked nervously, instinctively pressing her thighs together. Greg didn’t answer, instead holding open the door to a cramped office space. Inside, a pink-haired lady with a belly full of tattoos lounged behind a desk. “Yo, where’s that kid I gotta do school?”
“Relax, doll,” Greg said, “This is Samantha, our…administrative assistant.” Samantha smirked and sauntered over, running a finger along Lily’s arm.
“With an A,” she purred, “as in ANAL!” Samantha let out a cackling laugh at her own joke. Lily’s heart pounded as she backed away, but there was no escape – the door slammed shut behind her. Reality was starting to feel more like a low-budget porno.
Lily found herself standing awkwardly between Greg and Samantha, unsure of what to do with her hands. The two adults towered over her petite frame, their predatory gazes making the back of her neck prickle. Samantha boldly reached out and gave Lily’s petite ass a firm squeeze, making the youngster squeal.
“Easy there, Sam, we gotta prep the kitten first,” Greg grumbled. He guided Lily to a shabby couch in the corner. “So, how’s your driving, slut? You ever been in an accident?” Greg’s crass question caught Lily off guard.
“I…uh…I think I have a clean record?” she stammered. Truthfully, Lily hadn’t driven in months, ever since the DMV incident. Greg nodded approvingly before gesturing to Samantha, who produced a lemon-yellow T-shirt and a pair of tight shorts from a drawer.
“Definition of good driver: able to wear the driver’s own clothes during an emergency,” Greg rattled off. “Get changed.” He tossed the outfit to Lily, who awkwardly disrobed as the two adults watched with hungry eyes. The T-shirt was tight – it clung to her modest tits like shrink wrap. The shorts were even worse; you could visibly see the outline of her pussy pounding.
“Much better,” Samantha purred, running a finger along Lily’s bare shoulder. “Don’t you think, G?” Greg grunted in agreement, his bulge growing more prominent with each passing millisecond. Lily now wished she had brought a pair of panties along for the ride.
“Driving rule number two,” Greg continued. “Don’t let an accident m*hip off your game.”
Samantha smacked Lily’s plump rump. “In other words, keep driving!” Lily’s eyes widened. Was this some kind of sick joke? She nervously crossed her thighs, not wanting to give anything away.
“Let the girl breathe first!” Greg snapped, turning to Lily. “Don’t let a creampie, finger, or toy swish ish during your driving.”
Oh God, what the hell did that mean? Lily felt sweat trickling down her back. Her eyes darted between the two adult’s faces, hopeful for some sign they were joking. Instead, they smirked back at her like two hungry wolves.
“One more driving tip before we go,” Greg said, backing towards the door. He invited Lily into the back of the taxi. A chastity belt swung from the headrest of one of the benches. “Sometimes a driver’s gotta cage it up – triple threat of driving, rubbing your cl*t, and mute.”
Lily’s stomach sank as he explained. “So…you want me to put the belt on myself?” Samantha nodded, quite enjoying the shy girl’s predicament. She grabbed the chastity belt and tossed it into Lily’s trembling hands.
Greg unlocked the door to the street, motioning for Lily to get into the Vanessa’s car. Vanessa gave her usual smirk as she passed. This was her chance to misstep. As Lily slid into the passenger seat, she felt the tiny camera undulating between her legs like a restrained cobra eager to strike.
“Going undercover?” Samantha purred, her eyes glued to Lily’s Speedos as she jogged in place. Vanessa nodded eagerly. “Def, we just showed this to the cute conscious. Critically acclaimed recommended route!” Vanessa practically drooled at the mention of the rewards. Lily felt a shiver run down her spine at the anticipation of what was to come.
As the car began moving again, Lily gripped the wheel tight. She didn’t dare take her gaze off the road, even as she felt Samantha’s hot breath tickling her neck, the driver’s meaty hands roaming her soft body with wanton abandon.
Meanwhile, Vanessa panted with excitement in the back, rubbing her own pussy raw as she watched the live cam. In the distance, a familiar female voice crackled over the radio: “Lily, honey? It’s your mom…” Lily’s world began spiraling as the creampie detection bell began to ring out over the taxi’s speakers.
