Smoky Ride

You hopped into the passenger side of the uber you had ordered, a huge polished truck completely unlike the man that was driving it. He was dressed in a camo hat, dark sunglasses lining his eyes while his top was wrapped in a grey wifebeater, workers pants wrapping his legs

You were confused to find him smoking a huge cigar as a driver, the clouds of smoke trapped in the car closely resembling the beard that wrapped his face. The tank did little to cover his body, showing the fur that wrapped it as his fat spilled into the folds of the shirt exposing the curves of his chest and stomach.

"Where ya headed, boy?" He asked bluntly.

You answered, trying not to breath in the smoke as he continued piping away at the roll. You decided not to make it an issue, wanting to just get the trip over with as fast as possible. You felt dizziness set in as he pulled away, the movement of the car and the smell of the cigar consuming your mind.

As he drove, you could hardly focus on the road as your gaze was drawn to him. You couldn't help but trail your eyes through his fur, watching as each bump in the road rolled through his entire body. You didn't see where he was driving, not noticing him begin taking you through some back neighborhoods.

"Here we are" He said shortly, waking you from your concentration as he shut the truck off and got out. You looked around confused, wondering how you couldn't recall the drive. You didn't recognize the place you were in, quickly realizing you were in the middle of a trailor park. The door opened, your driver on the other side.

You were stuck still processing the situation as he removed the cigar and pressed his lips to yours, sending smoke directly into your body. You felt it cascading into your lungs, your body heating up as you gave into the kiss. Your mind numbed over as its capacity quickly fell, leaving it susceptible to him.

He drew back, letting out another breath over your body. You looked down feeling the clouds tingle on your skin, drawing out dark hair across it. Your shirt had disappeared, replaced with a faded wifebeater similar to the one he wore. "Why don't you take me inside, you look like you need to be treated" He said, his fingers trailing along your back hair into your crack. He drew a gasp from your mouth as he plunged them into your hole, sparks of submission lighting up in your mind.

Your mind complied, leading him into the trailer that you now completely accepted as your own.