The Carpool Agreement: He Drives, She Sucks, I Cum
I love Mondays. When I wake up on Saturday morning, I am literally disappointed because it means I have two whole days until the work week begins again. Before you think I’m completely insane, let me clarify: I hate my job.
I’m the lowest man on the totem pole. The work I do is repetitive to the point of almost driving me insane, and I am underpaid. At some point in the future my position will inevitably be automated, and on my last day, I am going to hug the robot who takes my place.
I hate my job, but I love Mondays because of the drive to the office. More specifically, the carpool trip to and from the office. Weekdays are great because my gorgeous coworker Abby is a cumslut who sucks my cock while her husband Nick drives. I'm probably getting ahead of myself.
This all started two weeks ago, when Nick overheard me talking to my team member Dan in the break room about my recent move. I love my new house in a suburb called Oak Alley, but I was complaining about how much I’d be spending on gas thanks to my new 45-minute drive.
Nick had been oblivious to our conversation, looking at his phone while microwaving his lunch. When he heard me say “Oak Alley,” I saw him look up immediately. “My wife and I live just up the road from there,” he said from across the room. “It’s a nice area.”
I smiled and nodded, honestly a little surprised. Nick was one half of the legendary office “power couple.” He and his wife Abby are super-successful salespeople who bring in million-dollar deals for the company. He rarely interacted with the “little guys” like me and Dan.
After a momentary awkward silence, I continued talking to Dan about my new place. But Nick didn’t go back to browsing on his phone. He kept glancing up at me with a contemplative look on his face. At one point, I’m pretty sure I saw him take a photo of me and text it to someone.
The whole breakroom interaction was definitely weird, but nowhere as weird as what happened next. That afternoon, Abby showed up at my cubicle. It was as if the fluorescent clouds had parted and an angel descended in front of me. At this point, you should know that I and pretty much every other straight guy (and a few queer women) at our company have massive crushes on Abby.
She and Nick are incredibly fit—I think they do ultramarathons. I don’t even know what those are and the word alone makes me feel tired, but her athletic training routine means that Abby is stunning to look at. Her legs are perfectly toned, and she knows it. She flaunts them in skin-tight pencil skirts that hug her firm ass as she struts around the office in heels.
Her blouses are also breathtaking. Abby should earn a sponsorship from whichever sports bra company allows her to run, because she has massive tits that seriously test the buttons of her workwear. I’ve passed her in the hallway at the end of our lunch breaks, and sometimes the top buttons are inexplicably open, revealing the top of her bouncy, C-cup breasts.
Which brings me back to my cubicle. When I heard Abby say my name in her bubbly voice, I swiveled around in my chair and almost had a heart attack. My face was literally inches away from her chest. Her buttons were undone again, and the way she was leaning on the edge of my desk meant I was basically staring right into her warm, welcoming cleavage.
“A-Abby, right?” I said, forcing my eyes up to meet hers. She flashed her million-dollar smile. “Yes! Sorry to bother you, I know you’re probably busy,” she said while leaning forward a little more on my desk. “My husband Nick—you know Nick, right?—he said he heard you talking about how you recently moved to Oak Ally, just up the street from us.”
As she was talking, her eyes were flitting up and down my body like she was sizing me up for some unspoken task. “I wanted to suggest that you should carpool with us,” she said, almost nervously. Or desperately? I couldn’t tell which. “We could help each other out, y’know? It’s a long drive over here, and we always enjoy a little company.”
I almost couldn’t believe my ears. The office power couple was asking if I would carpool with them? What would we even talk about? We had almost nothing in common, other than the logo on our business cards. “Absolutely,” I said without a moment of hesitation. “That … that would be really cool. I’m happy to pitch in for gas.”
Abby let out an adorable laugh—a full-body laugh that made her tits bounce in front of me. She saw me look down, my eyes automatically pulled by gravity into the orbit of her breasts, and then back up again. I swear I saw a mischievous grin cross her lips before she said, “Don’t worry about it. We can cover the gas … we’re just interested in having you along for the ride. I’ll write my number down so you can text your address and we’ll pick you up at 7 tomorrow?”
I handed her a scrap of paper and a pen. “That sounds perfect,” I said with complete sincerity. She quickly scribbled her number down and then leaned back up. “Awesome! We’ll be in the gray Audi,” she said. Abby was still holding my pen in her hands, and she was fidgeting with it. I couldn’t help but think that it looked like she was absentmindedly stroking it. And was her face flushed? I decided I was probably letting my horny brain get the better of me.
“I’ll see you bright and early then,” I said with a smile. “Can’t wait!” Abby replied with her usual level of explosive enthusiasm. She started to walk off back toward her office and then realized she still had my pen. She bounced back to my desk—some parts of her bouncing more than others—and gave it back with a sheepish smile and a “sorry.” She had absolutely nothing to apologize for.
When I woke up the next morning, I hopped into the shower and immediately started jerking off. I was barely able to go to sleep the night before because I kept replaying Abby’s visit to my cubicle in my head. Picturing her tits and how she must have looked from behind while she was bent over my desk and writing her number down for me.
I needed to cum to clear my head … I was genuinely worried about arriving at the office with a cum stain in my pants or even blue balls if I didn’t take care of this beforehand. I shot a big warm load onto the floor of the shower. Fuck. Fuck yes. Now I was ready to focus on the conversations we’d have on the way into the office. I was ready to get ready.
It was exactly 7 a.m. on the dot when Nick and Abby pulled up to my house. The windows of their sleek Audi Q7 are tinted an impenetrably dark shade of black, so I am not even sure they saw when I waved awkwardly. I just walked up to the rear door and opened it. I was genuinely confused to see Abby sitting in the back seat across from me. Nick must have seen me hesitate—Was I supposed to ride shotgun? That would be weird, right?—because he reassured me, “You’re good, hop in back there, man.”
I climbed in, bucked up, and we sped off toward the highway. There was an odd tension in the SUV for a few seconds, but it could have simply been my social anxiety acting up. The awkward feeling vanished when Abby wished me a cheerful good morning and asked if we needed to stop for coffee or anything on our way in. I thanked her and said no, trying again not to stare.
Abby was wearing a white blouse and navy blue skirt that matched her heels. Her legs were crossed, but they were crossed toward me in a way that made my eyes wander up to the shadow between her tanned, toned thighs. Her seatbelt pressed her shirt tightly against her chest and I could almost make out the shape of her nipples against the tight fabric. My cock starting to levitate in my lap, pressing against the lunch bag in my lap. So much for cumming in the shower so I could have a clear head.
We made small talk about my new house for a few minutes and then, when we were about 30 minutes away from the office, Nick said something out of the blue that made me almost want to bail out of the vehicle mid-drive. “Do you like my wife’s body?” What the fuck … did he see me in the rear-view mirror? Was it that obvious that I was checking her out? “Woah—uh, no man. I mean, you are very pretty, Abby, but I wasn’t—I mean, I wouldn’t … “
Nick laughed, obviously amused at the word salad that was spilling out of my mouth. “It’s okay, man. To be honest, I think we’d both be a little disappointed if you didn’t like her body.” I looked nervously over at Abby. She smiled warmly and nodded. Then she looked down at my waist. Did she see that I was trying to hide my hard cock?
“You see,” Nick continued, “We are very excited to have you riding with us. Especially Abby. Can … can we tell you something that you can’t share with everyone else at work? You have to promise.”
All I could do was nod. “He says yes, Nicky,” Abby said. Her voice sounded kind of “off,” like she had to focus hard to find her words. A subtle redness had crept over her face and she was fidgeting with the edge of her skirt, not unlike when she was holding my pen the day before.
“I’m sorry if this is awkward, but there’s no other way to put this: My wife is ... well, she is a cumslut,” Nick said finally. “Abby loves swallowing cum.”
I felt my dick press against my bag as it became rock hard. Nick continued. “We were excited to hear that you lived nearby because we thought that, if you’re interested, we could work out an agreement. A carpool agreement." He glanced back in the rearview mirror and made eye contact with me. “We’re happy to drive you to work every day if Abby can suck you off.”
My eyes were wide. The office’s most successful salesman wanted to chauffeur me to work while his wife, our most successful saleswoman and the office goddess, sucked my cock? Was I dreaming?
“If … if this is something you don’t want in any way, we understand completely,” Abby said quickly. “We don’t want to make you uncomfortable. It’s just … “ Nick picked up where she left off. “Abby is incredible at her job when she’s confident. She’s way better than me. The more confident she is, the more deals she closes. And her confidence, well, it goes up significantly when she swallows cum. Multiple times a day.”
Abby looked almost embarrassed, as if Nick had revealed a powerful secret of her success. She was shifting in her seat now, and I noticed a little bead of sweat breaking out on her forehead. This was not the calm, cool, collected Abby that I’d seen around the office. She was flustered.
“That … that’s incredibly generous of you two,” I said, trying to hide my enthusiasm. “But, Nick, shouldn’t … shouldn’t that be something you do for Abby as her, y’know, as her husband?”
Nick chuckled. “I already do. She swallows my cum every morning, every evening when we get home, and sometimes during lunch at the office. I’m telling you, man, she is a real guzzler.” He said the last line like he was genuinely proud of his wife’s appetite for cum.
“The thing is,” Abby said while looking me dead in the eyes, “I need a mid-morning snack.” Something in her voice told me she was hungry. Hungry for something I had. Something I could give her to calm her appetite.
At this point we were about 15 minutes away from the office. I felt obligated to break the bad news for the day. “I think I like this idea, guys. But we may have to start tomorrow … I … I kind of ... emptied myself this morning before you picked me up.”
Hearing about me rubbing myself must have triggered something in Abby. I heard her audibly swallow, as if her mouth was watering. She put her hand on mine in the middle seat. “Can … can I at least try?" she said softly. "I have a big pitch coming up today and I could really, really use a mouthful.”
A grin broke out across my face and I said, “Be my guest.” Abby practically jumped up and down in her seat with excitement while Nick fist pumped in the air. They were ecstatic. I was nervous. My dick was thrilled.
“We’re only about 10 minutes to the office,” Nick said. “Give me five,” Abby said with a level of focus and determination in her voice that I had not heard before. She unbuckled her seatbelt and scooted toward me. I set my lunch bag in the floor, revealing my boner. “God damn, Nick, he has a huge cock,” she said breathlessly. “Get to work, babe,” he said from the front seat. "Less talking, more sucking."
Abby unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. She carefully guided my dick through the fly of my boxers and held it triumphantly in her hand. She had a wild look in her eye, as if she were about to suck raw, unbridled power out of my shaft. And then she took me inside her mouth.
When Abby said five minutes, I thought she was exaggerating her skills. I’m definitely not a one-pump chump, and some of my girlfriends’ blowjobs have lasted 20 or 30 minutes before I finally came. This would not be one of those blowjobs.
Abby was vigorously thrusting her head in my lap, taking my full cock in the back of her throat. She took my hands in hers and placed them on the top of her head. “She likes it rough, man,” Nick said. “Really fuck her mouth.” I grasped her hair in my hands and pushed down. She moaned softly as if I was doing exactly what she liked. So I pushed harder.
I started rolling my hips and grinding Abby’s face. My third thrust made her gag and sputter a bit, so I pulled her head off my cock. She had spit and precum all over her lips and chin. She looked up at me and said, “Please, don’t stop. I need it.” And with that, she plunged my dick back into her mouth.
This time she somehow swallowed me and still managed to stick her tongue out to play with my balls. Holy shit. Abby was truly gifted. I felt my body start to shake and tense up. Her tongue danced faster, as if she could almost feel my body was about to give up my hot, white seed. The fuel she needed to close her deal that day.
I held her head in place a few seconds more, fucking wildly, and groaned loudly when I finally exploded in her throat. “Mmm! MMMMmmm!” she said in what could only be interpreted as excitement. She slurped loudly, greedily, so that not a drop was wasted. “Fuck yeah, babe!” Nick said, cheering from the front seat. “You drained him in five minutes flat, you little cumwhore.”
She grinned up at me and then sat upright. She leaned up toward the front seat so she could see Nick in the rearview mirror and she opened her mouth to show off my creampie splashing around on her tongue. Then she made a satisfied “gulp” sound and joined Nick in his celebrating. “Fuck ... YES!” she shouted. “I am gonna kill it today!” She looked at me and then broke into a rapid-fire “Thankyouthankyouthankyou!”
Abby took my hand in hers and thrust it into the air like we had just finished an ultramarathon. (I still have no idea what those are.) Their joy was contagious. For the first time in a long time, I was excited about getting to go to work. When we walked into the office that morning after we’d gotten all straightened up in the Audi, I felt like I had already done my part for the company that day. Like I had made a small impact, even if it was just in the back of Abby’s throat.
Later that afternoon when I passed Abby in the hall, she smiled ear to ear and whispered, “Just closed that deal.” I gave her a huge high five. She looked down at the crotch of my pants and bit her lip. “Nick wanted me to tell you: Welcome to the sales team,” she said with a wink. I could feel my cheeks blush. “We’ve got this,” I said with all the confidence in the world.
I had no idea then, but we were just getting started. We were about to find out just how impressive of a salesperson Abby really was. And I was just happy to be along for the ride.
