Uber Driver

***This is written from Justin, the driver's perspective.****

“You’re such a hot little slut, boy.” the hottest man I’ve ever seen says over my face

“Thank you Sir.”

“Listen boy, I got to get to bed, your hot ass wore me out… Here's my card. Guest bathrooms over there… I’m gonna hop in the shower and crash. Whatever you need to clean up is in there.” Daddy Scott said with a smile and pads down the hall to his room. 

I can’t take my eyes off his hairy ass.I walk into the bathroom naked and look at myself. My fair skin is flushed to a bright red and glistening with the cum, sweat and spit. I have always wanted to be used like a fucking slut and fuck if this wasn’t a fantasy come true. I decide against a shower and return to the living room, grabbing my shorts, briefs and t when I see his jock. Pick it up and take a whiff, I can't help but slide it on over my hard dick. I check the mirror by the door and like the way it looks, even though it doesn’t fit me as well. Pull on my shorts and t and head out, leaving my briefs behind.

In the elevator I take the card out of my pocket trying to think of the right way to send a message back without sounding too desperate.I head back to the car. Instead of feeling worn out, I feel hungry for more.I sit trying to think of an excuse to text Daddy Scott to get back in for another round or make a date for another time when I remember the bottle of piss.

I hold it in my lap, take a pic and send it with a text “you forgot something.”

As soon as it’s sent I get another ride request notification. As much as I want to wait for a response and possible invite back up I view the request. Only a few blocks away and his destination is back towards where I live.

I put the piss filled water bottle in the cup holder and turn the car on.I pull up and a handsome guy in a well tailored suit slips into the back seat. In the dim light I can tell he is broad, muscular and beefy. Reminds me of a rugby player I went to high school with who was the fantasy of many a JO.

“Ay mate, for Josh yea?” He asks in a strong Australian accent.

“Yup.”I keep glancing back, he’s staring at his phone but from what I can see, he's got dark blond hair, 5:00 shadow, between 35-40… but who can really tell in LA?

“Chaimberlain hotel?”

“That’s it mate.”A  moment of silence.

“Where are you visiting from?” I never take initiative to talk to passengers, but this guy is hot and I’m feeling bold as I drive in a stolen jockstrap and face, body and ass covered and filled with fresh cum.

“Australia… here for work….I hate to be a bother but, it’s a bit warm in here… mind turning the air on?”

“Sure”

Fuck….as the air circulates the car starts to smell like sweat, sex, cum and piss. I feel my dick start to grow at the musky scent as my face flushes.

"Ay mate, smells like someone had a good time in here."

“Something like that…. I can open the windows if you prefer?”

“Whats in that bottle?”

“Huh?”

“That bottle there”

“Oh… apple juice…”

“Yeah? Take a sip.”

“Pardon?”

We pull up to a red light.

“If it's just apple juice, take a sip.”

His dark blue eyes are intensely staring at me through the rearview mirrorI unscrew the top and for the first time in my life I take a swig of piss. It tastes like warm water but with a salty tangy twist and a thicker consistency. I take another swig as he watches.

“Mind if I take a sip? I’m parched”

“Oh...ummm… it's a bit warm.”

“Yeah that's what I thought.” he chuckles.

Mortified and turned on I keep my hands on the wheel, ignoring my rigid cock, and eyes forward. We ride in silence for the rest of the ride. I hear him breathing deep and assume he fell asleep.

We pull up to the hotel and turn towards the back 

“We’re here sir”

That’s when I notice a small brown bottle in his hand and his other hand gripping the front of his suit trousers.He slips the small bottle in his pocket, opens the door and walks around front to my window.I lower it.

“Thank you Justin. If you’d like to come up, I have some fresh apple juice upstairs.”

I get a clear view of his handsome face. I don’t know what's about to happen but I can feel my cock throb and my face flush with excitement.

Before I can even respond, he opens the door. He turns around and says to the valet - park this for room 1207.

I climb out of the car

“Bring the bottle.”

Turn around, grab and follow him into the lobby avoiding the gaze of the valet boys.

I catch up to him as he waits for the elevator.

Big broad and beefy. His suit makes him look like a linebacker. His shoulders are wide and his chest is straining the thin material of his dress shirt. We get into the elevator and as soon as the doors close he has me up against the wall with his poppers under my nose.

“That’s it you little pig, take a deep breath”

I feel the heady rush take over and I moan. His face is so close to mine I’m longing to kiss his soft pink lips but his arm has me against the wall.

“Smells like you’ve been having fun!” I give him a wicked smile just as the elevator opens. 

I follow him down the hall to his room. It’s a massive suite with a living room, kitchen, fireplace. He throws his jacket down and I can see through the back of his shirt, the thin white fabric drenched in sweat.

“This way.”

I follow him through the bedroom, then bathroom. Still lightheaded and eager from poppers.

“On your knees boy” I kneel on the tiled floor as he grabs the bottle from me opens it, takes a sip and spits it in my face. He does it again and this time I keep my mouth open.

“Dirty piss pigs are my favorite.”

He then dumps the bottle over my head soaking me head to toe in Daddy Scott’s luke warm piss, I look up at him in his dress shirt and suit pants, his bulging crotch at eye level.

He pulls the poppers back out, taking a deep inhale before holding the bottle up to my nose for me to eagerly sniff them.

“Ready for something fresh?”

“Oh Fuck! Yes sir”

“Strip down boy.”

I eagerly peel off the wet shirt and pull my shorts down.

“Oooh, jock strap, keep those and your trainers on!”

“Yes sir!”

I’m back on my knees facing his crotch watching longingly as he unzips his fly and pulls out his cock, it’s hanging heavy, semi hard, not as long as the one that was just inside me but nice and thick with a big smooth wet head. He leans forward, runs his fingers through my hair with one hand and lines up his head on my open, waiting mouth.

“Drink up boy.”

It’s slow at first, splashing my tongue, it tastes stronger and thicker than the sips from the bottle. I swallow down a gulp and the stream intensifies, I wrap my lips around his head and drink down as much as I can but there’s so much I feel it spill out. He pulls his gushing cock out from my mouth and houses down my chest down to the jock. My hands cant help but rub my smooth wet body, they glide so easily around my pecs and abs. It’s so warm and thick.

“Good boy” he groans.

His hand grips the base of his hardening shaft, cutting his stream off.

“Turn around and spread your cheeks.”

I quickly turn around and lay my head against the wet tiles with my ass in the air. Holding my cheeks apart, exposing my used sloppy, cum filled hole. I feel his stream hit my ass.

“Fuck that feels so good sir.”

“Yeah? Dirty piss pig like a man's piss spraying his tight little pussy?”

“Yes sir, Thank you sir!”

I feel the stream trickle off and then a firm swat to my left cheek.

“Follow me pig!” I look around at the mess of piss all over the floor and carefully walk out of the bathroom trying not to slip on the wet floor.

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