As you know if you follow my stories, which are all based on real events, my name is Marie, and I live in the Béthune area of ​​northern France. I manage a real estate agency in the Béthune region, and I love sex. If I dared, I'd say I'm "crazy" about sex. I need regular sex for my well-being; it's essential for my balance. I've been living with my partner, Louis, for 10 years. I love him madly, and he gives me everything I need. I also enjoy indulging in sexual pleasure from time to time, with his consent. This past Saturday evening, I was invited to a friend's birthday party. She works for the association I'm involved with. For her 58th birthday, she had invited everyone she cared about, as she put it. My partner Louis, returning from a trip Friday evening, told me he wanted to stay home and relax. He naturally suggested I go alone. Marc, someone from the association, was supposed to pick me up around 7 pm to drive me to the party house. He's a cheeky guy, very friendly, who likes to playfully touch my buttocks. And since I'm not a feminist, Wook, that suits me fine; I'd even say it's gratifying within reason. He was on time; he didn't even want to have coffee at my place on the way there. Half a drive later, we arrived. Not many people, just the regulars. A rather pleasant evening, laughter, innuendo, and above all, a very boozy one. Marc stayed with me all evening, if I dare say so, I'd say he was practically devouring me with his eyes. After a while, the evening had become very long, so I decided to leave. I said goodnight to everyone. Marc wanted to stay at the party a little longer, but he decided to at least walk me back to the bus. We both went outside; it must have been two in the morning. We were walking, wandering here and there, already quite aroused and excited. I have to say, Marc, who's pretty drunk, had already made a strong move by putting his hand between my legs while we were at the table, especially since he knew I wasn't wearing underwear! So I was caressed, then fingered, throughout the entire meal, under the watchful eyes of the other guests who must have been wondering why I was so flushed and laughing. I even came very close to orgasm when he focused on my clitoris. The alcohol was a convenient excuse. I looked at him, promising to give as good as I got for this little indiscretion, and he responded by inserting a second finger inside me, which sent shivers all over. Before withdrawing them and discreetly licking his fingers while looking at me. I told you, Marc is really quite the tease, and I have to admit, it was very exciting. Once we left the party, we were looking for the bus to take us home; Marc was constantly grabbing my ass, I was already pretty drunk, and I was laughing at the slightest thing. But I wasn't laughing so much when I realized the bus we were waiting for was never going to come: last departure from the terminals: 1:00 AM. Missed it. Next arrival: 6:00 AM. There was no way I was going to wait three hours in the middle of the night; I wanted to go home. So we decided to call a taxi, which was the only viable option. Marc opened his phone, the Uber app, but Béthune still wasn't served. He then approached a local taxi company. We waited a good ten minutes before a large sedan pulled up in front of the bus stop. The driver, clearly still half asleep, but I'd say mostly grumpy, rolled down the window and offered me a seat in the back. I got in after giving my friend a passionate kiss while he continued to grab my butt. I'm sure the driver noticed this lovely goodbye. We exchanged a quick hello, he started the engine, and we were together. He didn't talk much, but that suited me fine; I'm not very talkative when I don't know someone. I'd noticed he had a tendency to glance at me more than regularly in his rearview mirror, and I played along without looking at him, spreading my legs quite wide. During the ride, I looked in my bag and got the money ready for the fare, and then... I took out my wallet and was about to pull out the 30 euros when I realized my purse was almost empty... just coins, no bills... I hadn't thought I'd be coming back by taxi, especially.He stops when he learns I have money problems in a dimly lit alley. It's dark, a November night, and it's not warm. I ask him if he accepts credit cards since I have neither checks nor cash. And then... he tells me no, that he doesn't have a card machine in the car and that he only wants checks and cash. I feel ashamed, I don't know what to do. I ask him if he can take me to an ATM, but I realize that given the location and the time, there won't be anything nearby. He turns around and looks at me, suspicious. He asks me how I intend to pay. He doesn't want to drive around town looking for an ATM and increase the fare without getting paid afterward; he seems annoyed. He then says to me: "I get up especially for you at 2 a.m. to help you and take you home, and you can't pay? What do we do?" "If there's no way to work this out, I can't pay. You can pay in kind..." (When you've had more than one drink, you don't necessarily think before you speak.) "Oh yes, that's kind of you. How so? " "We'll work something out. No money, I'll pay you in kind. " "We'll see... It's that or I'll call the police. I have to get paid for the ride." So I try, with great difficulty, to negotiate something cool, not too extreme, but it's no use. I'm getting fed up and, above all, I'm considering giving up, since alcohol still has an effect on me. And then, as if by magic, the driver calms down, asks me to calm down, then gets out of the taxi before coming to me, opens my door, and without getting in the car, tells me that everything will be alright and tries to reassure me while staring at me with his eyes, undoubtedly wanting to sleep with me. "Come on, a beautiful woman like you and me, there's always a solution to every problem." You bet, deep down I knew the solution I'd proposed was already turning him on. He asked me to move over a bit in the car so he could sit next to me. Once I was seated, he placed his hand on my bare thigh; I found it warm and soft. He moved his hand up and down my thigh, and I let him, then he leaned towards me and kissed my neck before capturing my mouth. The sensation was delicate, his lips full and his tongue flavorful, and again, not really surprised, I let him. I have to say, Marc had been teasing me all evening, so why not finish the job? He's not exactly a looker, he's well into his forties, but I like him. I've always liked men with a bit of a mixed heritage, and his gentleness makes me want to take things further. I then put my hand on his pants and immediately felt a nice bulge in the most interesting spot. No doubt about it, he was definitely aroused. I knew how he wanted me to pay for my ride. A quick look around, no one in the street, headlights off, I decided to make my move. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his beautiful, erect cock; it was truly enormous. I'd seen some big ones before, but this one was really impressive. I leaned over him, opened my mouth, and started sucking it. I could barely get it all in my mouth, but I sucked it slowly, and he seemed to like it. He managed to open my blouse, freeing my breasts. I never wear a bra. He started caressing my breasts, pinching my nipples while I continued to suck him eagerly. Then his hand moved down to my penis, and he slipped a finger inside to touch it; it was already quite wet. He slips a finger inside and starts moving it back and forth, much to my delight. I'm so wet and I want to be fucked, but no, I'm going to resist. I greedily lick it with relish. I take his cock in my mouth, opening it wide. It's so big! What an erection! I only swallow half of it. So, I start to gently stroke him. I want him to cum in my mouth. Just like that! To take it all. This idea overwhelms me and unleashes my passion. I pump. He moans but still doesn't ...

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