Driven - Chapter 1
Diane Smith was a 30 year old single female. She lived alone, except for her cat, Mittens. She made a living as a contract loan processor about 30 hours a week and as a driving instructor for those who needed special instruction for various reasons. She was a quiet woman, kept to herself, but was also lonely. Other than running errands, her only occasions for getting out of the house were to instruct her driving students. She had stumbled into that job inadvertently when she went to the DMV to renew her license and saw a job posting for the role. With only a small amount of training, she was able to add to her income by committing to an as-needed basis when the DMV had someone struggling to pass the driving portion of the test. Most of the time, it only required a few lessons covering specific aspects of driving such as parallel parking or left turns in heavy traffic - any situation that caused the driver and student too much anxiety for them to pass. Occasionally, she would get a student who had mildly special needs that did not preclude them from driving but did demand special instruction and additional training.
She was 5'5" tall, short, brunette hair, wore glasses, had a slim figure with great legs, average size tits and hips with a small waist. She fell somewhere between petite and small, but her figure was eye-catching. For the most part, her work was boring and so was her life. She wasn't unhappy, but she was bored and felt like life was passing her by. Because of her isolated lifestyle, she had only a couple of close friends who encouraged her to date more, but she couldn't seem to find the right kind of guy to make her feel like making a change.
Mark was a 19 year old student who had been in a car accident when he was 16. He was not the driver. The car wasn't even moving. He was in the car, passenger side front seat, when a moving truck in the neighborhood lost control as is turned the corner and rammed the back of the car he was in and crushed the car as well as he and the other person in the driver's seat. He had suffered multiple injuries, from all of which he had fully recovered - except the emotional trauma. He had a fear of learning to drive and even being in a car was difficult for him. His mother, a divorced woman who only had him in her life, did everything she could including counseling, to get him over the fear of getting in a car and finally, after more than two years got him to the point that he could travel without becoming a nervous wreck was even now ready to learn to drive. His mother had gotten Diane's name from the DMV and called to talk with Diane about her approach to driving instruction. Mark and his mother came to Diane's home for an introduction session and Diane hit it off with Mark right away as well as with his mother.
They agreed to three lessons a week for the first month, with a midpoint assessment to decide specific courses of action. Mark had spent so much time in the hospital and in rehab after the accident that he was still working to finish his high school work and doing that from home. His mother was not overly protective, but Mark did not want to attend his old school with k**s younger than him and he wanted to finish up at a much quicker pace than traditional school would allow. So his mother set him up with tutors as needed, did some of the instruction herself and monitored his progress. The two had agreed that he would finish up by the following spring and that he would also be fully licensed to drive by that time as well so that there would be no impediment to his attending college the following fall. It was October now and the fall days were beautiful and both agreed he should start driving instruction now so that he would have several months to practice before school took him away from home.
Diane had a "walk right in" policy for her driving students. Her home office was in a back room and she kept reminders of her appointments meticulously up to date so that she was always ready for them when they arrived. She found that if they could walk right in, it signified her trust in them and put them at ease right from the start and the driving instruction went more smoothly.
Diane also had what had developed into a full fledged fetish. On occasions when she was short of work, she had stumbled onto a porn site and was quickly consumed with videos of men cumming. She was one of those rare women who were more visual than most and the visual of a man's hard cock shooting cum all over a woman could easily push her to self orgasm. She didn't care so much about the cock size or the means by which they came. She just marveled at the sight of a man's cock squirting his jizz all over a woman - her face, tits, ass, wherever. She was ashamed and embarrassed by her obsession and dreamed of someone doing that to her, but could never talk about it with anyone, not even her closest friends. She would spend two or three evenings a week after work sitting in front of her computer watching all sorts of cum shot videos while she fingered herself to one orgasm after another until her clit was tender. She would dream of faceless lovers cumming on her, sometimes when she was naked, sometimes clothed, sometimes on her face, sometimes other places. She felt out of control, but had no drive to actually live out any of the fantasies in her head.
Diane had worked out a schedule of three 2-hour sessions each week for the first two weeks that would include classroom instruction in her home as well as driving in the car the DMV had provided to her. Mark's mother was instructed to drop him off, but not stay. Diane and Mark's mother were in agreement that mom being around would be a distraction. Mark was to walk in and announce that he was there. On the first appointment, Diane inexplicably entered the time incorrectly by 30 minutes. Mark was supposed to arrive at 1:00, but she had entered it as 1:30. Over her lunch break, Diane decided she had some time to indulge her fetish and was watching cum shot videos, one hand between her legs, fingering herself. She did not hear the door shut as Mark walked in. If he called out that he had arrived, she did not hear that either. She had just completed an orgasm as Mark walked into her office. Her laptop always faced away from the window so no one outside could see what she was watching and usually had the shade pulled as well. With her back and the computer screen facing the entrance to her office, Mark witnessed what she was watching and the trailing off of her orgasm.
"Hi," he said.
Diane jerked around and was so flustered and red faced that she did not think to close her laptop.
"I walked in like you said and called your name. I guess you didn't hear me. I am sorry for the interruption, but you said to be here at 1 pm. It's 1:02 now," he said, looking at his watch.
"Shit!," said Diane without thinking. "I must have put the time down wrong. You're right on schedule. I...I apologize...I don't know what to say." She was on the verge of tears from embarrassment and humiliation.
"Why?" asked Mark, "I didn't see anything," he said with a reassuring smile. "And if I did see anything, it was nothing I haven't seen and enjoyed before myself. Don't worry, as far as I am concerned, I got here at 1:05 and you were ready for me."
"Thank you, Mark. I just don't know if, after this, I can face you or your mother again. Maybe we should just call it off and you find another instructor."
"Do you think you are really the first person or the only person to ever watch a porn video and masturbate to it? Don't make more of it than it is, okay? And I am not going to blackmail you with it or anything shitty thing like that. Like I said, it never happened."
"O...Okay. Thank you. I think we should probably let it drop and get started. I think some fresh air would be a good thing, so let's take you out to the car and you start by driving me around the block one time to get a little feel for where you are in your comfort with handling a car."
They walked outside, got in the car, Mark behind the wheel. He was tense, gripping the wheel too tightly. But he started the engine and when both were ready, he shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. He was overtly cautious about backing out and looked several times both ways to make sure no one was coming from either direction. He was pretty smooth overall except for over-steering on his turns. Diane noted that his eyes were always in his rearview mirror - more than they should be if he were driving faster on a thoroughfare. As they came back to the driveway, he parked the car beautifully, but when he shut off the engine, his hands were visibly shaking.
The two went inside and she offered him some water as they discussed the very short driving experience.
"You were very tense, Mark. But you drove very well. There are some things to correct, but nothing serious. I think we should go through some class material and then go back out again for awhile and present you with something more challenging."
"Okay," said Mark, glad that he was off to a good start. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"That depends, Mark. Ask, but I may not answer."
"Well, you seemed almost as nervous as I was. Your hands were shaking before I started driving and they were still shaking when I finished, but you said I drove well. Is there something else wrong?"
"No. I suppose I am still upset by the rocky start when you walked in earlier. That was not professional of me at all and not a good example for you."
"If I told you I enjoy the same kind of videos, would that help you to relax?"
"Do you really? I mean, I figured most guys like porn. Do you mean you like ones specifically like what I was watching when you came in?"
"Yeah, I like porn that shows the guy shooting his load. Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much point in watching it. That sounds kind of kinky, I know, but women in the videos are probably faking their orgasms, but a guy can't fake it. And I can almost see myself as that guy shooting all over a woman and I know the feeling when I jerk off, so yeah, that's the kind I like."
Diane could feel herself begin to relax. "Have you done that to a woman before?"
Mark looked away. "Have you had a guy do that to you before?"
Now it was Diane's turn to look away.
Mark looked her in the eye. "How about I do that for you now and we both get to enjoy our fantasies? Then I think we can both better concentrate on the driving instruction."
Diane studied his face carefully to see how sincere he was. "Promise you won't try to fuck me?"
"I promise. In fact, I won't even touch you unless you tell me to. I will just jerk off in front of you and cum where you tell me to. If you want to touch me, fine, but I won't touch you without permission."
Diane felt as if she were developing a fever. Her face was flush and her hands shook slightly. Her pussy tingled at the thought of living out her one obsession. "Okay, yeah, I would like to try it just once. But it has to be our secret, got it?"
"Absolutely!" said Mark, and he was as nervous as she was and his cock was stiffening as they spoke. As he unzipped his jeans, he asked her where she wanted him to cum on her.
"I will strip to the waist and you cum on my lower face and tits. That okay with you?"
"Are you k**ding? That's perfect!"
Diane stripped to the waist, revealing her round, beautiful tits. Mark was sorry that he agreed not to touch her. His hands ached to feel her hardening nipples. But he pushed down his jeans, freeing his very large, stiff cock. Diane's eyes opened wide at the sight of his 9" cock staring her in the face, all red and swollen. She watched as if hypnotized as Mark began stroking his shaft. As she sat in her office chair, he stood in front of her with his cock just a few inches from her mouth. He studied her tits as she played with one and then the other with one hand and slid her other between her legs. She studied his cock and the movement of Mark's hand up and down the shaft. She studied his heavy balls hanging under his cock and she had the urge to reach out and feel them.
"May I touch your...balls?"
Mark nodded his approval.
She reached out her hand and cupped them gently as he continued to stroke.
"Do you want to stroke my cock too?" he asked.
Diane nodded. She removed her hand from her tits so that now she held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and slowly began stroking.
"When I get closer to cumming, I will take over again so I can aim it where you want it." he instructed.
Again, she just nodded.
A few minutes later, he removed her hand from his shaft and began stroking faster. "I'm gonna cum, Ms. Smith. Get ready for it!"
Diane leaned forward in her chair so that Mark's cock nearly touched her chin. She watched intently, not wanting to miss a single second. Suddenly, the first jet of cum splattered off of her chin and dropped to her tits. Her mouth fell open in surprise and the second jet went straight into her mouth. She leaned back and she spit it out, making it drool down her chin. A third and fourth shot splattered directly onto her tits. When Mark was finally done, he leaned forward and wiped his cock on her tits. She had noticed that the women in the videos often rubbed the cum into their skin and she did so herself noting the warmth and calming effect of the cum and the massage of her skin had on her. She also noticed a puddle on her chair between her legs.
"Was it as good as you had imagined it would be?" Mark asked, bringing her out of her reverie.
"Absolutely! That was amazing."
"Would you like for me to lick your pussy for you? I have never done that before, but it seems you need more than a guy squirting cum all over you."
"Fuck! I would love to try that, but I'm not sure we should."
Why not? You said I should not try to fuck you and I'm not."
"What the hell," she said, "go for it. Shouldn't take long to get me off now!"
Mark didn't bother pulling up his jeans. He knelt to the floor, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She slid forward on the slick, wet office chair and Mark enthusiastically dove in. Diane was right. Within a couple of minutes, she came on his face and squirted all over him, soaking his shirt. He continued until she had cum several times and squirted a couple more times.
"We have a problem," she said. "You can't have your mom pick you up with a shirt that smells like pussy. Take it off and I will get it washed for you while we do some classroom work."
Diane started the laundry and came back to find that Mark was hard again and stroking in front of her. "Where do you want me to cum on you next?" he asked.
"I want a full facial this time," she said laughing. "Cum on my glasses like in some of the videos," she said. "But don't jerk off this time. I want to suck you off this time."
Diane had never sucked a cock before. Actually, she was still a virgin. This was her first experience with a cock. But she learned quickly. On her knees in front of him as Mark stood with is cock in her mouth, she bobbed up and down on his cock, still wearing her glasses. It took a little longer for him to cum than it did the first time, but soon enough he could feel the tingling feeling deep inside that told him he was about to launch another load. He pulled out of her mouth and stroked a couple of times before he shot jet after jet of warm, sticky cum all over her face, covering her glasses, nose, forehead and even some in her hair. They both got a good laugh when she looked at her cum covered face in the mirror.
Diane was quickly coming to the conclusion that she was going to cut her rate and his training was going to take longer than originally estimated.
She was 5'5" tall, short, brunette hair, wore glasses, had a slim figure with great legs, average size tits and hips with a small waist. She fell somewhere between petite and small, but her figure was eye-catching. For the most part, her work was boring and so was her life. She wasn't unhappy, but she was bored and felt like life was passing her by. Because of her isolated lifestyle, she had only a couple of close friends who encouraged her to date more, but she couldn't seem to find the right kind of guy to make her feel like making a change.
Mark was a 19 year old student who had been in a car accident when he was 16. He was not the driver. The car wasn't even moving. He was in the car, passenger side front seat, when a moving truck in the neighborhood lost control as is turned the corner and rammed the back of the car he was in and crushed the car as well as he and the other person in the driver's seat. He had suffered multiple injuries, from all of which he had fully recovered - except the emotional trauma. He had a fear of learning to drive and even being in a car was difficult for him. His mother, a divorced woman who only had him in her life, did everything she could including counseling, to get him over the fear of getting in a car and finally, after more than two years got him to the point that he could travel without becoming a nervous wreck was even now ready to learn to drive. His mother had gotten Diane's name from the DMV and called to talk with Diane about her approach to driving instruction. Mark and his mother came to Diane's home for an introduction session and Diane hit it off with Mark right away as well as with his mother.
They agreed to three lessons a week for the first month, with a midpoint assessment to decide specific courses of action. Mark had spent so much time in the hospital and in rehab after the accident that he was still working to finish his high school work and doing that from home. His mother was not overly protective, but Mark did not want to attend his old school with k**s younger than him and he wanted to finish up at a much quicker pace than traditional school would allow. So his mother set him up with tutors as needed, did some of the instruction herself and monitored his progress. The two had agreed that he would finish up by the following spring and that he would also be fully licensed to drive by that time as well so that there would be no impediment to his attending college the following fall. It was October now and the fall days were beautiful and both agreed he should start driving instruction now so that he would have several months to practice before school took him away from home.
Diane had a "walk right in" policy for her driving students. Her home office was in a back room and she kept reminders of her appointments meticulously up to date so that she was always ready for them when they arrived. She found that if they could walk right in, it signified her trust in them and put them at ease right from the start and the driving instruction went more smoothly.
Diane also had what had developed into a full fledged fetish. On occasions when she was short of work, she had stumbled onto a porn site and was quickly consumed with videos of men cumming. She was one of those rare women who were more visual than most and the visual of a man's hard cock shooting cum all over a woman could easily push her to self orgasm. She didn't care so much about the cock size or the means by which they came. She just marveled at the sight of a man's cock squirting his jizz all over a woman - her face, tits, ass, wherever. She was ashamed and embarrassed by her obsession and dreamed of someone doing that to her, but could never talk about it with anyone, not even her closest friends. She would spend two or three evenings a week after work sitting in front of her computer watching all sorts of cum shot videos while she fingered herself to one orgasm after another until her clit was tender. She would dream of faceless lovers cumming on her, sometimes when she was naked, sometimes clothed, sometimes on her face, sometimes other places. She felt out of control, but had no drive to actually live out any of the fantasies in her head.
Diane had worked out a schedule of three 2-hour sessions each week for the first two weeks that would include classroom instruction in her home as well as driving in the car the DMV had provided to her. Mark's mother was instructed to drop him off, but not stay. Diane and Mark's mother were in agreement that mom being around would be a distraction. Mark was to walk in and announce that he was there. On the first appointment, Diane inexplicably entered the time incorrectly by 30 minutes. Mark was supposed to arrive at 1:00, but she had entered it as 1:30. Over her lunch break, Diane decided she had some time to indulge her fetish and was watching cum shot videos, one hand between her legs, fingering herself. She did not hear the door shut as Mark walked in. If he called out that he had arrived, she did not hear that either. She had just completed an orgasm as Mark walked into her office. Her laptop always faced away from the window so no one outside could see what she was watching and usually had the shade pulled as well. With her back and the computer screen facing the entrance to her office, Mark witnessed what she was watching and the trailing off of her orgasm.
"Hi," he said.
Diane jerked around and was so flustered and red faced that she did not think to close her laptop.
"I walked in like you said and called your name. I guess you didn't hear me. I am sorry for the interruption, but you said to be here at 1 pm. It's 1:02 now," he said, looking at his watch.
"Shit!," said Diane without thinking. "I must have put the time down wrong. You're right on schedule. I...I apologize...I don't know what to say." She was on the verge of tears from embarrassment and humiliation.
"Why?" asked Mark, "I didn't see anything," he said with a reassuring smile. "And if I did see anything, it was nothing I haven't seen and enjoyed before myself. Don't worry, as far as I am concerned, I got here at 1:05 and you were ready for me."
"Thank you, Mark. I just don't know if, after this, I can face you or your mother again. Maybe we should just call it off and you find another instructor."
"Do you think you are really the first person or the only person to ever watch a porn video and masturbate to it? Don't make more of it than it is, okay? And I am not going to blackmail you with it or anything shitty thing like that. Like I said, it never happened."
"O...Okay. Thank you. I think we should probably let it drop and get started. I think some fresh air would be a good thing, so let's take you out to the car and you start by driving me around the block one time to get a little feel for where you are in your comfort with handling a car."
They walked outside, got in the car, Mark behind the wheel. He was tense, gripping the wheel too tightly. But he started the engine and when both were ready, he shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the driveway. He was overtly cautious about backing out and looked several times both ways to make sure no one was coming from either direction. He was pretty smooth overall except for over-steering on his turns. Diane noted that his eyes were always in his rearview mirror - more than they should be if he were driving faster on a thoroughfare. As they came back to the driveway, he parked the car beautifully, but when he shut off the engine, his hands were visibly shaking.
The two went inside and she offered him some water as they discussed the very short driving experience.
"You were very tense, Mark. But you drove very well. There are some things to correct, but nothing serious. I think we should go through some class material and then go back out again for awhile and present you with something more challenging."
"Okay," said Mark, glad that he was off to a good start. "Can I ask you a personal question?"
"That depends, Mark. Ask, but I may not answer."
"Well, you seemed almost as nervous as I was. Your hands were shaking before I started driving and they were still shaking when I finished, but you said I drove well. Is there something else wrong?"
"No. I suppose I am still upset by the rocky start when you walked in earlier. That was not professional of me at all and not a good example for you."
"If I told you I enjoy the same kind of videos, would that help you to relax?"
"Do you really? I mean, I figured most guys like porn. Do you mean you like ones specifically like what I was watching when you came in?"
"Yeah, I like porn that shows the guy shooting his load. Otherwise, there doesn't seem to be much point in watching it. That sounds kind of kinky, I know, but women in the videos are probably faking their orgasms, but a guy can't fake it. And I can almost see myself as that guy shooting all over a woman and I know the feeling when I jerk off, so yeah, that's the kind I like."
Diane could feel herself begin to relax. "Have you done that to a woman before?"
Mark looked away. "Have you had a guy do that to you before?"
Now it was Diane's turn to look away.
Mark looked her in the eye. "How about I do that for you now and we both get to enjoy our fantasies? Then I think we can both better concentrate on the driving instruction."
Diane studied his face carefully to see how sincere he was. "Promise you won't try to fuck me?"
"I promise. In fact, I won't even touch you unless you tell me to. I will just jerk off in front of you and cum where you tell me to. If you want to touch me, fine, but I won't touch you without permission."
Diane felt as if she were developing a fever. Her face was flush and her hands shook slightly. Her pussy tingled at the thought of living out her one obsession. "Okay, yeah, I would like to try it just once. But it has to be our secret, got it?"
"Absolutely!" said Mark, and he was as nervous as she was and his cock was stiffening as they spoke. As he unzipped his jeans, he asked her where she wanted him to cum on her.
"I will strip to the waist and you cum on my lower face and tits. That okay with you?"
"Are you k**ding? That's perfect!"
Diane stripped to the waist, revealing her round, beautiful tits. Mark was sorry that he agreed not to touch her. His hands ached to feel her hardening nipples. But he pushed down his jeans, freeing his very large, stiff cock. Diane's eyes opened wide at the sight of his 9" cock staring her in the face, all red and swollen. She watched as if hypnotized as Mark began stroking his shaft. As she sat in her office chair, he stood in front of her with his cock just a few inches from her mouth. He studied her tits as she played with one and then the other with one hand and slid her other between her legs. She studied his cock and the movement of Mark's hand up and down the shaft. She studied his heavy balls hanging under his cock and she had the urge to reach out and feel them.
"May I touch your...balls?"
Mark nodded his approval.
She reached out her hand and cupped them gently as he continued to stroke.
"Do you want to stroke my cock too?" he asked.
Diane nodded. She removed her hand from her tits so that now she held his balls in one hand and his cock in the other and slowly began stroking.
"When I get closer to cumming, I will take over again so I can aim it where you want it." he instructed.
Again, she just nodded.
A few minutes later, he removed her hand from his shaft and began stroking faster. "I'm gonna cum, Ms. Smith. Get ready for it!"
Diane leaned forward in her chair so that Mark's cock nearly touched her chin. She watched intently, not wanting to miss a single second. Suddenly, the first jet of cum splattered off of her chin and dropped to her tits. Her mouth fell open in surprise and the second jet went straight into her mouth. She leaned back and she spit it out, making it drool down her chin. A third and fourth shot splattered directly onto her tits. When Mark was finally done, he leaned forward and wiped his cock on her tits. She had noticed that the women in the videos often rubbed the cum into their skin and she did so herself noting the warmth and calming effect of the cum and the massage of her skin had on her. She also noticed a puddle on her chair between her legs.
"Was it as good as you had imagined it would be?" Mark asked, bringing her out of her reverie.
"Absolutely! That was amazing."
"Would you like for me to lick your pussy for you? I have never done that before, but it seems you need more than a guy squirting cum all over you."
"Fuck! I would love to try that, but I'm not sure we should."
Why not? You said I should not try to fuck you and I'm not."
"What the hell," she said, "go for it. Shouldn't take long to get me off now!"
Mark didn't bother pulling up his jeans. He knelt to the floor, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. She slid forward on the slick, wet office chair and Mark enthusiastically dove in. Diane was right. Within a couple of minutes, she came on his face and squirted all over him, soaking his shirt. He continued until she had cum several times and squirted a couple more times.
"We have a problem," she said. "You can't have your mom pick you up with a shirt that smells like pussy. Take it off and I will get it washed for you while we do some classroom work."
Diane started the laundry and came back to find that Mark was hard again and stroking in front of her. "Where do you want me to cum on you next?" he asked.
"I want a full facial this time," she said laughing. "Cum on my glasses like in some of the videos," she said. "But don't jerk off this time. I want to suck you off this time."
Diane had never sucked a cock before. Actually, she was still a virgin. This was her first experience with a cock. But she learned quickly. On her knees in front of him as Mark stood with is cock in her mouth, she bobbed up and down on his cock, still wearing her glasses. It took a little longer for him to cum than it did the first time, but soon enough he could feel the tingling feeling deep inside that told him he was about to launch another load. He pulled out of her mouth and stroked a couple of times before he shot jet after jet of warm, sticky cum all over her face, covering her glasses, nose, forehead and even some in her hair. They both got a good laugh when she looked at her cum covered face in the mirror.
Diane was quickly coming to the conclusion that she was going to cut her rate and his training was going to take longer than originally estimated.
3 years ago