Fake Driving School wild ride for petite british Asian with glasses
Title: The Wild Ride at Fake Driving School
Lila, a petite and exquisite British Asian woman, had been eagerly awaiting her first lesson at FDS (Fake Driving School). She had heard urban legends about the debauched goings-on there, but as a curiosity seeker and an eager learner, the thrill of the unknown called to her. Armed with her passion and her trusty spectacles, Lila set off to meet her driving instructor.
As Lila stepped into the car, she was greeted by a tall, dark, and handsome man with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Welcome, Lila. I’m your instructor, and today we’re going to have some…fun,” he said with a wicked smile. Over the next hour, the lessons took a turn for the naughty.
The instructor began by guiding Lila’s hands to the gear shift, his own large hands resting atop hers. “Remember, Lila, it’s all about the rhythm and the stroke,” he purred in her ear. Lila’s cheeks flushed, understanding his hidden meaning as he subtly gyrated his hips against the seat.
Then, without warning, he moved his hands up her slender thighs, pushing her skirt up as he went. “Saving hand placement for last, remember?” he whispered, his fingers tracing the lace of her panties. Lila gasped, her eyes widening behind her glasses.
The instructor’s skilled hands moved in sync with the car’s movements, feeling every bump and curve with unabashed glee. Lila squirmed in her seat, the building tension threatening to make her forget all about driving.
As if reading her mind, the instructor leaned in close and murmured, “What’s that, Lila? You’re feeling…distracted?” He nibbled on her ear, his breath hot on her neck. “Don’t worry, I can sense when a student is confused. Let’s take a quick break.”
With that, he expertly maneuvered the car to the side of the road and turned to face Lila fully. “Close your eyes,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative. When she complied, he moved to kneel on the floor between her legs, pushing her skirt up around her waist.
Lila felt a rush of excitement as she felt the instructor’s warm breath on the damp lace of her panties. Slowly, he peeled the fabric aside, exposing her most intimate place to his hungry gaze. “Mmm, textbook,” was all he said before leaning in and running the flat of his tongue over her sensitive folds.
Lila cried out, her hands instinctively moving to tangle in the instructor’s hair. He took it as encouragement and delved deeper, his tongue swirling around her most sensitive spots with impressive dexterity. Lost in a haze of pleasure, Lila didn’t even protest when he hooked his fingers in her panties and tugged them down her legs.
The instructor took his time, bringing Lila to the brink of ecstasy and then backing off, only to start all over again. Her moans filled the car, mixing with the sound of the car’s engine and the occasional honk from passing motorists. But she didn’t care; in that moment, nothing existed beyond the pleasure the instructor was giving her.
Finally, when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the instructor stood up and unfastened his pants. He pulled out his impressive length, and Lila’s eyes widened behind her glasses. He stroked himself slowly, a smirk on his face. “Ready for the next lesson, pupil?” he asked.
Lila nodded eagerly, her mouth watering at the sight of him. The instructor moved closer, his throbbing cock just inches from her face. “Remember, it’s all about the rhythm and the stroke,” he said again, echoing his earlier words.
Lila understood immediately and leaned forward, wrapping her small hand around his thick shaft. She pumped him slowly, marveling at his size and heat. Then, as if drawn to a magnet, she leaned in and ran her tongue along the underside of his cock, from base to tip.
The instructor groaned, his hips bucking forward involuntarily. Emboldened, Lila took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide around his girth. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked.
The instructor’s hands moved to tangle in her hair, guiding her movements as she pleasuring him. His hips rocked in time with her strokes, and soon he was thrusting into her mouth, fucking her sweet face.
Sensing he was close, the instructor pulled back, his cock slick with her saliva. Lila looked up at him, her lips red and swollen, and saw the hunger in his eyes. “Turn around and brace yourself,” he ordered, his voice ragged with desire.
Lila did as she was told, turning around in the seat and bending over the center console. She felt the instructor’s hands on her ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Then, without warning, he was inside her, his thick cock stretching her tight walls.
Lila cried out, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the car’s upholstery. The instructor set a hard and fast pace, pounding into her from behind as the car rocked beneath them. The sound of their flesh meeting filled the cabin, mingling with their moans and groans of pleasure.
The instructor leaned over Lila’s back, his chest pressed against hers, and reached around to rub her throbbing clit. Lila squealed, her body trembling with the force of her impending orgasm. “That’s it,” the instructor coaxed, his voice low and husky in her ear. “Come for me, Lila.”
With a muffled scream, Lila came, her body convulsing around the instructor’s cock. He followed her over the edge, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside her.
Panting and sweaty, they collapsed against the seat, the car still humming beneath them. “I think that’s enough for one lesson,” the instructor said, a satisfied smirk on his face. “But we’ll definitely have to do this again sometime.”
Lila nodded, a Mona Lisa smile playing on her lips. What she lacked in driving skills, she made up for in bedroom acrobatics. And she had a feeling her education at FDS was only just beginning.
