Hey Y’all,

Sorry for the delay in stories of my antics and being an Uber driver. I will tell you I’ve driven my last Uber as it seems too many guys and taxi drivers have easily figured out who I am. Here’s what took place right before Christmas that I’m finally able to settle down and tell.

It was about a week before Christmas and I was waiting at the Citgo across from the Asheville airport for a possible rider. I was hungry and often eat a 1/4 chicken plate at the Circle B Ranch Bar B-Q next door. I should have known better than to go in as lately the taxi drivers have started to give me a hard time by yelling at me when they see my mini-van pull through the airport.

“Ho-lee shi-yat…The Uber Slut” the redneck taxi driver at the first table mutters. His head is down but his eyes are up, eyeballing me. I give him a polite head-nod but don’t acknowledge his comment.

I head straight to the counter to order. I get my food and sit down at the other end of the seating area from the redneck taxi asshole. Then walks in another redneck taxi guy, tall with dark hair. I’m starting to wonder if the first asshole called this guy from across the street where they sit in the taxi line. I decide I better get out of there.

On my way out I hear “How you doin’,” he says, checking me out noticeably. His eyes linger on my chest, and I feel like my nipples must be showing through my sweater. Normally I wear a sheer bra or in this case nothing at all in case I meet a hot guy and want to flirt with him but this time it’s the opposite.

I cross my arms over my breasts. “Aight,” I said flippantly but the guy is standing in front of the door blocking me.

He doesn’t move a single step out of my way, just lets me walk right up to him until my body nearly brushes his. He shifts his weight enough so I can awkwardly open the door, looking down at me. I feel his cold, blue eyes on me like a hunter stalking prey. “Excuse me,” I say as I try to get by him.

He catches my arm. “Hey. You party?” he asks. “Cause I have seen you on the Internet and have seen you really like to party”. I’m about to have a heart attack and need to get out of there fast.

This is where I had to decide what I wanted to do. I’d been making good money from Uber and the tips from guys I’d been having fun with. Yes I know it’s probably whoring for money but I only picked guys I would have love to be fucked by anyway and was making money doing it. I was willing to protect this money and lifestyle.

So I said, “Sure I party, what do you have in mind?”

My mind says a couple blowjobs, some happy taxi drivers and I’m back to what I love in my new job.

So he directs me around behind the Citgo store, as I wonder where this redneckery is going to lead. He’s walking behind me, still too close. When we get back there, surprise, here’s another hillbilly taxi driver. Fuck! Shorter dude, with a shaved head. Real stocky, and his blond goatee makes him look like a skinhead that just got out of prison.

“Holy SHIT are you really Jen the Uber Slut?” this genius says. Must be the phrase of the day.

“Look what I found,” One says, and suddenly it dawns on me what a total fuckin’ idiot I’ve been. I curse myself for being a slave to dick and money. I assess my situation. Hillbilly is looking at me hungrily. I glance behind me and the first guy is now also looking at me and smiling big. Fucking creepy.

The first guy who introduces himself as Randall says,”Do your thing slut and we look the other way with you taking our fares and also telling the rest of Asheville taxi about you.”

Then it starts…

“Damn she got some nice titties,” the hillbilly says. He reaches up to touch me and I slap his hands away but continue to stay without running. I thought maybe I’d tried to negotiate. What was I thinking?

“Go on Billy. Play with them titties,” Randall said, presenting me to Billy. The thicker man paws at me, squeezing my breasts and jiggling them obscenely.

He laughed. “Why ain’t you got a bra on? Wow you really are a Ho?” They both laughed at that. Then Billy leans forward and sucks my nipple hard, right through the material of my sweater. He leaves a wet spot over my nipple, which is hardening again.

“Your titties too big for that, bitch,” Randall growls in my ear.

Billy reached down and puts his hand right up my skirt. His eyes widen when his fingers brush skin and I moan miserably, feeling him brush my pussy lips. “Fuck Randall, she IS a ho. She ain’t got no panties on!”

I’ve got to try to talk my way out of this. “You guys…I’m just trying to make a living. I don’t want any trouble. Let me just give you each a blow job and I’ll just get the hell—”

Randall cuts me off, whirling me around and slamming me hard into the brick wall of the Citgo. The force is enough to knock the wind out of me. “Listen here, you fuckin’ whore,” he snarls. “You ain’t comin’ around here anymore with that Uber shit without letting us have more fun than a blowjob. Now you shut the fuck up. At this point I’m thinking okay I’ll let them have their fun, how bad could it be and begin to nod. I think my willingness just pissed them off.

My back still to the wall, Randall grabs one arm and Billy the other, pressing them back against the course wall. Randall yanks the neck of my sweater over my right breast and starts pinching and twisting my nipple painfully. I whimper but I’m terrified what objection will get me. Billy slaps my face, laughing nastily. He pulls up my skirt over my ass, and there I stand with my pussy totally exposed and my right tit hanging out.

“We gonna make you our cum slut like you write about on the Internet” Billy informs me as Randall leans over to suck and bite my nipple.

Billy kicks my legs apart and brings his hand between my legs and to my horror, I realize I’m completely aroused. My thighs are slick and he easily, though painfully, shoves three fingers directly into my pussy.

“Fuckin’ whore, I knew you liked it,” he hisses. “Her cunt’s already wet!” He starts finger-fucking me brutally. I bite my lip – I will not cry for them. My body starts to adjust to the assault and I realize it’s gone from painful to pleasurable. Just as a climax starts to build, he pulls his fingers from my dripping pussy and shoves them into my mouth. I shake my head but he jams his fingers down my throat.

“Taste what a whore you are,” Randall laughs, egging Billy on. “How deep is her throat?”

Billy hammers his fist in and out of my mouth and I gag. “Pretty deep. Only one way to find out.”

They shove me to my knees. Randall is unzipping his pants and he pulls his cock out. For a white-trash asshole, he’s got a monstrous dick. “Open your nasty mouth,” he says, grabbing a handful of my hair. Billy grabs my hands and holds them up and behind me so I can’t fight back. Randall pushes his long, wide cock into my mouth and I struggle to accommodate his girth. His hands on the back of my head, he forces it deeper, inch by inch, until my larynx naturally pushes back. In response he pinches my nose shut, and when I gasp for air, he gets himself down my throat the rest of the way. He starts fucking my face, his back strokes barely giving me any relief, and soon I feel spit coming out of my mouth, dribbling down my neck and onto my bouncing tits. He pulls out and for a moment I think the attack is done, but he slaps my face with his wet dick twice and thrusts it back in, all the way down my throat.

“Fuck Randall, hurry up,” Billy says. “I ain’t had pussy for weeks.” What a surprise.

Randall pulls out of my mouth. “Stand up,” he says, pulling me by my hair. “Bend over and suck him off.” He turns me around and pushes me to bend over at the waist by putting a hand in my back. Billy is already out and ready, but his cock is smaller, manageable. I’m guessing Randall is the brains of the operation because Billy just mimics everything Randall did.

While Billy drives his cock in my mouth, Randall twists my arms behind me again. My skirt is still hiked up around my waist and he gives my ass cheeks a couple of slaps. Then he slaps me right on my pussy. It makes a lewd, wet smacking sound and stings like hell. I’m still, embarrassingly, turned on and my arousal has moistened my inner thighs almost all the way down to my knees. I can feel the tip of Randall’s cock, pushing my pussy lips open. He easily slides inside me, saying, “Fuck, this cunt is hot…”

He strokes in and out of me fast and hard while Billy fucks my mouth. From one end I’m making slippery clapping sounds as my ass slaps against Randall, from the other I’m gagging and gurgling as Billy fucks my mouth violently. Billy reaches down to play with my swinging tits, ripping my shirt. Somehow this is what puts me over the edge and I feel the orgasm wash over me, drenching my skin in a fresh sheen of sweat and my thighs in a fresh soaking of juices. I moan around Billy’s cock half in ecstasy, half in shame.

Randall pulls out me and says to Billy, “Gimme that mouth. She needs to clean me up.” They switch positions and Randall holds his cock in front of my face. “Lick your nasty juice off first. Then suck it til I cum.” Billy enters me from behind and I close my eyes and start to lap at Randall’s cock, tasting what is left of my climax on him. When I get to the head, I wrap my lips around it and start taking him back into my mouth, inch by inch, until I get to the base. Billy is still pumping away from behind but after Randall’s enormous piece, it’s like I can barely feel him. “That’s right,” Randall grunts, “good girl…”

I sense the tension in his groin and I know he’s about to cum. Sure enough, he pulls out, holds my head still, and I feel his hot, thick cum splatter my face. It’s more than I expected, and my face is covered in it. Behind me, I feel Billy pull out, his cum splashing my ass and pussy lips. “Fuck, you nasty bitch!” he groans.

Randall is holding me by the hair and he tosses me aside like trash.

“What the fuck are you looking at? Get the fuck out of here!” he barks at me.

I take his advice and get out of there in a hurry. I run to my mini-van and climb in, peeling out of the parking lot, searching for wet wipes in my glove box. I’m cleaning myself up more as I get on the on-ramp. I decide right there I quit.

Anybody hiring in Asheville?

Kisses, Jen

This story was originally published here

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