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CHAPTER 1
For nine years Eliot Dickson had been Charles B. Woodstock's trusted chauffeur, driving Charles everywhere at anytime, day or night. Eliot was paid handsomely for serving the industrialist so devotedly and Eliot often got to enjoy some perks.
Charles was happily married, so it was said. He was sixty-three while Elizabeth his second wife was forty-two, only a year older than their chauffeur and Charles' daughters were forty-two and thirty-nine. Charles had made it quite clear that his family was out of bounds to Eliot but that rule did not apply to the other women Charles seduced in the rear of the limo.
Although fired with lust, Charles was prone to ejaculating early, a misdeed more common that men care to admit. So rather often when Eliot delivered Charles home after another half-baked adulterous encounter, the dissatisfied lady in the back would call to Eliot before they reached the main gates and left the property, "Oh Eliot, I feel like stopping somewhere discreet" or words to that effect. An occasional common bitch would call, "Stop the limo Eliot and fuck me."
Common or not, what the women similarly featured were comely looks, big breasts and ample asses.
Being polite and cooperative, Eliot would stop the vehicle on request and enter the back compartment to finish the job that his employer had left hanging. Whenever Eliot delivered a woman home under this remarkable arrangement, next morning Charles would ask for a report. They would then discuss the relative merits of the women and they would be rated. The men saw it as good wholesome activity, not that women could be expected to see it that way.
Charles' women were usually interested in repeat invitation because Charles would wine and dine them elegantly and much later Eliot would finish them off elegantly, being such a polite man with a beautifully fat and long penis.
One of Eliot's favorites, Ellen, would look at him with her big round eyes as they said goodbye, "Eliot, you do give me the biggest mouthful of all men I've ever known." Although she said it often, Eliot never tired of hearing it, aware the comely Ellen had known a large number of men during the past twenty years.
Elizabeth and her two married stepdaughters looked attractive and had reasonably sized breasts but delectable firm and small asses that made Eliot's eyes wander and ferment his rampant mind. He longed to get at the pussies of each one of them but loyalty to his patron prevented him from plucking them.
Eliot knew from what Charles had told him Charles would go into a restaurant known to be popular with women who dined alone, being widows or their husbands were away on business or consorting with another woman or perhaps a male. Charles would enter, the waiters would rush him knowing he was a big tipper and that would attract the eyes especially of women dining alone. They would see the single flute delivered to Charles' table. Charles would take a sip and if locking eyes with a comely woman would beckon her. Something like one out of four or five would be a lucky strike and go to Charles' table where a waiter would arrive with a second flute before her ass touched the seat.
After dropping Charles at the restaurant Eliot would park somewhere and read the newspaper or listen to a jazz CD until Charles called and Eliot would drive to the entrance of the restaurant. Most women, seeing the Mercedes limo would automatically begin to open their legs. Only in a few instances would they insist on being driven to their home without as much as a hint of sexual favor.
On this wet and windy night Charles came down the steps of the restaurant with a redhead. Eliot parked discretely with the screen built into the front seat up. Unbeknown to Charles he'd installed two hidden cameras so if the lights were left on he'd follow the seduction or if the lights were out he'd just have audio but even that could be quite entertaining, particular if the outraged woman had never been previously asked to take it up the ass.
From camera feed Eliot knew this woman was called Helen and she had a real bush between her legs. She called it with pride, "My red forest." Eliot watched, licking his lips, as Ellen pushed Charles' head between his legs and then he lost interest, only to hear Helen sometime later scream, "Help, oh god help!"
Eliot raced around and opened the back door to find Ellen pinned. At first he thought Charles had fainted but soon found no sign of pulse and heard the final gurgling of a dead man.
Ellen was very brave about it. "Get him off me ? oh god, is he still in me."
"No, it's shriveled and clear of you. Lack of blood flow I'm afraid."
"No, no. Don't speak to me about it."
Eliot piled on charm. "You have a very beautiful bush Ellen."
"Stop it. This is no time for flirtation." At the same time she seemed very pleased.
Ellen you go and sit in the front. "I'll deal with this."
Eliot used a cleaning cloth dampened with window spray to clean Charles and zip him. He fastened Charles' shirt güvenilir bahis buttons and knotted his tie and then struggled to get him into his jacket and then buckled his seat belt.
"There we go, all done. Do you wish me to finish...?"
"Please drive me home Eliot."
"Right. Don't say a word about this to anyone Ellen and no one will ever know Charles died while screwing you."

After dropping off Ellen, Eliot raced to hospital A