Backdoor Only

Hiding behind the curtains, Vinita peeked out of the window. That man standing outside would never be hers, she knew that.

Nordahl, her family chauffeur, was waiting in the driveway, leaning on the silver Rolls-Royce he had chosen among the tenths of cars in the garage to drive her to the city.

Blonde, tall, muscular. The suit he wore most of the time made him look powerful and sexy in Vinita’s Indian eyes. Nordic men had always been her kink, and the Swedish driver was the perfect embodiment of her dreams.

But as the heir of a rich Indian family, she would never be able to choose the man to love. Her fiancée had been decided long before. Raj — a short, smelly Indian fifteen years older than her — seemed to be interested only in the money he would get his hands on. In the few times they had spent together, he had never shown interest in what she did.

For fuck’s sake… he had never even looked interested in her. A beautiful Indian girl, with peculiar green eyes and a body every man would die for… a girl with such naughty fantasies like her, needed more than a little man like him.

She didn’t want to get married, but now that she had turned twenty, the moment she would lose even the little freedom she had was quickly approaching.

She fought the thread of thoughts back. Today, she had other plans.

Naughty plans.

The Nordic man had been her chauffeur for one year, already. They used to talk a lot during their driving time back and forth from the city, but it was that kind of polite conversation between employer and employee. Still, he was the only man she could easily exchange words with. Maye because of that, she had quickly grown fond of him, and he had become the main character of all her sexual fantasies.

Looking at Nordahl driving had always made her horny, and more than once she had slid a hand under her dress, caressing her pulsating pussy while looking at him. The screen between them had been always pulled up, on such occasions. She could see him, he could not see or hear her.

Until a day, the one-way glass screen played a trick on her mind. She realized the screen was down only when she met the chauffeur eyes in the back mirror, staring at hers.

No, he hadn’t seen her pussy. But he had heard her moans. Maybe, he had even noticed her hand pushed under the skirt, and her expression as she gave herself pleasure.

The man said nothing. He pulled up the screen, and let her alone with her embarrassment.

Vinita masturbated countless times thinking about that day, remembering the lust she had seen in the sexy man’s eyes.

Afterwards, she exposed herself to the man more than once. Pretending to fall asleep in lewd positions, or changing her clothes — something she did a lot in the back of the car — “forgetting” to slide the screen up on purpose.

Nothing had happened, between them, and the more her wedding became closer, the more she felt the need to know, at least, if the interest was mutual.

Today she had asked him to bring her to the city, but she had no real destination in mind. After a couple of minutes, she pushed the button of the intercom.

“Can you stop somewhere?” She asked.

The man didn’t answer, but she knew he had heard her. He took the first highway exit and parked the car under the shadow of some trees, a little afar from the main road.

“Nordahl, do you think life is fair?” She asked in the intercom.

She didn’t want to pull the screen down, today. Not yet.

“I can’t say, Miss. I have a job I like, in a good family, and I’m happy I’ve been put in charge of Miss.”

She smiled, bitterly. Such a polite, cold answer.

“I’m rich, but even with all this money… I can’t do much. I can’t fight the caste system.”

Her family had moved to the United Kingdom long before, but even if she had been born in England, she still had to cope with the family rules, with tradition. She wanted all, but a useless kerfuffle with her dad.

Vinita had to fight back the sadness gripping her stomach.

“I don’t know much about castes but… what does Miss want?” Nordahl asked.

What she wanted now, was to be fucked by this man, to be possessed by him, to become his wife, his woman, his slave… to give him her body and mind.

What she wanted, was to stop consuming her clit and finally feel a cock deep inside her still-virgin pussy.

She couldn’t really tell him.

Or could she? After all, today was the day. She had to give it her all.

“I wish I could feel happiness… real happiness, for once, not these watered-down emotions that don’t even feel part of me. I want to be free of being who I am,” she blurted out in a single breath.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Miss?”

Her heart skipped a beat, as she found the courage to speak.

“Would you come to the back?”

“Is it necessary?” Nordahl asked.

“Should I order you?”

Vinita noticed his grin in the back mirror. She had never commanded him, before, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t.

When Nordahl entered the back of the car, he didn’t look into her eyes. Instead, his sight roamed on her naked legs, on the border of the short skirt — so high on her thighs, her panties were almost visible — on her bosom which seemed to explode in the stretchy top she’d worm for him.

“Look at me.”

Vinita wasn’t going to run from herself, anymore.

She pulled up her skirt even higher and spread her legs towards him.

“Miss, I really don’t think this is appropr-”

“You can,” she said, moving her panties aside and exposing her virgin pussy to him. “At least for today, let me be myself.”

Vinita had long realized how much exposing herself excited her.

Nordahl stared at her sex, with an expression between lust and disbelief.

She began sliding her fingers up and down her slit, spreading the wetness all around her clit, before rubbing and massaging it. She slid just a fingertip inside her pussy every now and then, then got back to circle her clit, moaning in pleasure, screaming without restraints.

“Please, show me your cock,” she asked.

“Miss-”

“Pull it out,” she ordered, “and stroke it for me.”

Vinita felt a strange shiver every time she commanded him. As if it was the wrongest thing in the world to do. She wanted it the other way around, but her position required her to act like this, for now.

Her feet reached his crotch and felt his hardness through the trousers.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like what you see,” she said. “Your body doesn’t lie.”

At this point, Nordahl gave up. He unbuttoned his trousers and slid them down. Vinita licked her lips in anticipation, looking at the wonderful cock standing proudly in front of her eyes.

“Touch yourself.”

The driver began stroking his cock up and down, while Vinita used her naked foot to tease his nuts.

Nordahl was groaning now, his cock twitching under his expert touch, and the girl’s foot massage. But she wanted more than this, already.

“You like my pussy, do you? Do you ever dream about fucking me?”

She asked, spreading her wet lips and exposing her swollen clit to him.

“Fuck… I did… of course, I did…” he said, without stopping to stroke his cock.

“But my pussy is off-limits… for now. It must stay unviolated until I get married in a couple of weeks,” she said, turning around on her all fours. “But the other hole is yours to take.”

She stopped for a moment, looking at him from above her shoulder. He looked like a different person. Like someone on the verge of snapping.

“I command you to take it. I command you to fuck my ass with your big, juicy cock.”

The Swedish man couldn’t take it anymore.

Fuck the society, fuck the job, fuck everything… he could never refuse such a perfect piece of ass.

He knelt behind her and pointed it to her entrance.

“I’m going to fuck you like the little spoiled brat you are,” he said. “And it’s going to hurt.”

He spat on her hole only once, and then he pushed his cock deep into her guts.

Vinita trembled in pleasure and pain, as the thick shaft violated her rosebud. She squeaked and complained that it was too big… that it hurt… but the truth is she had trained her little hole well, using her dildo. In a couple of seconds, she was feeling only pleasure. Extreme pleasure.

“Ohmygod… ohmygod, ohmygod… Nordahl… I’ve been wanting your cock inside me for so long…”

“You little slut… masturbating in the car while I looked at you… exposing your pussy and tits to me every time you could…”

Yes, this is what she wanted to hear. Her teasing hadn’t been in vain.

“Mmm.. yes… I loved that… I wanted you to look at me…”

“I’m going to fuck you every day, from now on…”

Her chauffeur was like a different man, now, as he pumped his dick so deep inside her, spanked her butt, pulled her hair…

Yes, she was his, now.

“Ooh, please… please do… please fuck my ass and mouth, please make me all yours…”

The Nordic man’s trusts were shaking Vinita’s core, and his huge cock giving her sensations the dildo had never been able to give her. She reached between her legs with a hand and began rubbing her clit.

“You’re going to be my little bitch,” he was saying from behind her. “You’re going to-”

But Vinita, almost in the grasp of her climax, couldn’t hear him anymore. Her entire body was trembling, her head was losing touch with reality…

Until she came. She exploded on that wonderful, white cock, pushing her butt to the man’s crotch, enjoying the sensations only a real, pulsating cock could give her, and the man’s cum that, spurt after spurt, was filling her ass.

“Now, get back to your place, and drive me back home,” she said, as soon as he wore his trousers back.

As long as Vinita wanted to feel owned, she liked to pretend to be the one in command.

“We’ll see tomorrow, for the usual Sunday ride?” He asked, right before she got off the car.

Vinita smiled, but closed the door behind her, without answering.

She was going to take him for a ride more often than he thought.

That was the closest to love she would ever get.

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