Sex Drive

A sexy 18-year-old offers sexual favors in exchange for a passing mark on her driver's test. She's lousy behind the wheel--but fabulous in the back seat.

My name is Everett Connors. For slightly more than 30 years before I retired, I was employed by the Ministry of Transportation in a western Canadian province. For the final 25 of those years, I was one of those people who aspiring drivers generally loathed and feared. I was the fellow who rode with and graded people who were trying to pass the in-car portion of their driver’s examination. I found it to be a generally enjoyable job as I mostly dealt with eager, young people. They were always putting forth their best efforts to impress me with their driving skills and adherence to road safety. I seldom had any major problems with anyone.

For the first four years I held this job, I was happily employed in a small city of about 40,000 residents. However, in the summer of 1982, I was abruptly transferred to a neighboring city three times that size. I had been informed that licensing office in the bigger center had suddenly become short-staffed. Apparently, several veteran driving examiners were abruptly dismissed after an internal investigation revealed some “major problems”. Those issues were not specified to me personally, but within a few days, I learned exactly what they were.

According to the scuttlebutt I heard from Marjorie, one of the few employees who had not been fired in the purge, that one longtime instructor named Felix would give a passing mark to a girl only if she performed a sexual act on him at the end of the exam! Usually, a blowjob or a hand job would suffice, but sometimes, if the applicant seemed especially desperate, the examiner would boldly demand full vaginal intercourse. These romps occurred in the applicant’s car at a nearby shopping mall’s parking lot. Sometimes there was no road test given at all. The driver and examiner just traveled the short distance to engage in sex—and then drove right back to the office a reasonable time later with no one being the wiser. Once the examiner’s behavior somehow became known to three of his male colleagues, they too began doing the same thing if they fancied a pretty young female applicant. This lurid behavior finally was brought to the attention of the office’s supervisor when his 16-year-old neighbor refused an examiner’s sex-for-license deal and reported the sordid goings-on to him.

I just shook my head at the whole situation. I had never heard of such a thing happening in the smaller city in my few years there. The most scandalous occurrence I knew of was when one male applicant from a well-to-do family offered an examiner $200 for a passing grade. To the man’s credit, he refused the money and reported the bribe to his supervisor. That man then reported the incident to the police, as bribing a government official—even a lowly driving examiner—was a serious criminal offense.

The first four months at my new location were absolutely routine. The only difference I found between my new office and the old location was that the young applicants in the larger city were better informed about the rules of the road, what to do at four-way stops, and how to safely merge into traffic than their counterparts in the smaller center.

Then, in the middle of October, everything changed. At 11 a.m. one Saturday, I was scheduled to ride with an 18-year-old female applicant named Melanie Gustaffson. When she walked into the office for her scheduled appointment, she was a real head-turner. She was only about 5’2” in height, but she was quite the looker. She had dirty-blonde hair that hung down to the middle of her back. She was also a well-endowed teen, built far better than any of the females who were employed alongside me in that office. She was noticeably clad in skimpy clothing that was certainly out of season for October in this part of Canada. As a normal, healthy male in my thirties, I was quite pleased to see her listed beside my name on the office’s schedule.

At the appointed time, I greeted this comely teen, introduced myself, and accompanied her to her car. It must have been a parent’s car as someone—presumably her mother—wished her luck as we headed out the door. Melanie took her place behind the steering wheel. I, of course, sat to her right in the front passenger’s seat. Then the fun began.

I began to read her the preamble that I had easily memorized after doing this job for half a decade. It explained that the in-car examination was now underway. Accordingly, anything she did in the operation of her vehicle henceforth could impact the final result. I reminded her to fasten her seatbelt, even though I was not required to do so. (She was supposed to know to do that on her own in adherence to provincial law.) Instead of reaching for the seatbelt, however, Melanie placed her right hand gently on my crotch and gave my penis a squeeze. That got my attention quickly!

“Can’t we just do this the simple way without the hassle of going through a road test?” she asked me in a voice just slightly louder than a whisper. “That’s what my friend Sherry Glennie did six months ago when she was here to be tested.”

Surprisingly, I hesitated before answering her. After a long, awkward silence, I finally came up with an appropriate reply. “Miss Gustaffson, things here have changed in the last few months. I’ve only been employed here since early July, but I know what used to happen here previously with other unscrupulous staff members. All those examiners have been properly dismissed for their misconduct.” I then paused to let that sink into her head. Then I continued. “Miss Gustaffson, I’ll tell you what we’ll do: Let’s both pretend you didn’t say what you just said and didn’t do what you just did. We’ll just proceed with the in-car part of your examination from this point onward and see how that turns out. Okay?”

Melanie rolled her eyes. As her reply, she muttered an insincere, “Okay.” She buckled up and started the car’s ignition.

I was truly hoping that Melanie would pass the exam on merit, but she was one of the worst applicants I had ever experienced. She rolled through stop signs, failed to signal lane changes, and slammed on the brakes way too hard when she needed to stop. Using her mirrors was a foreign concept to her. Halfway through the exam I knew in good conscience that I could not possibly give her a passing mark based on how her driving was.

As we were heading back to the office, I gave a sideways glance to the sexpot behind the steering wheel. She was smoking hot and a total turn-on! Therefore, I decided to take Melanie up on her lusty offer. I instructed her to drive into the shopping mall’s parking lot and find a spot well away from any other car. She ended up parking near several large dumpsters. The nearest vehicle was about 70 yards away. Nobody was likely to bother us. I was sure I did not have to explain to her why we were here—but I did anyway.

“You probably know you fared poorly on several aspects of your in-car exam, Melanie.” I listed them one by one. Then I said to her, “However, since you are a likable and very desirable young lady—and you suggested this alternative yourself—I will give you a passing grade in exchange for a blowjob. Agreed?”

“Yes, I agree!” she said with plenty of enthusiasm.

By her reaction, I surmised that this was not something new to her, nor did she find the act of sexually pleasing a strange, older man necessarily distasteful. Since I had all the power, I set the ground rules. “A few other things,” I noted. “Let’s move to the back seat so the steering wheel doesn’t get in your way. I get to see and fondle your tits. They’re quite nice! I also get to cum in your mouth. Are you still okay with this arrangement, Melanie?”

“Oh sure,” Melanie responded with no emotion whatsoever. “It’s pretty much what I expected I’d have to do. Sherry told me that’s exactly what she had to do to get her driver’s license earlier this year.” In hindsight, had I known that lovely Melanie Gustaffson would be so willing and compliant, I would have included full vaginal penetration as part of the deal.

We both moved to the solid back seat of the vehicle. There were no individual seats. Typical of the cars from the early 1980s, it was a padded bench—perfect for what we were about to do. I unbuckled my trousers and slid my briefs down to my ankles. I didn’t feel it necessary to remove my shirt—so I didn’t. Melanie, of course, needed to do that to fulfill her sexual obligation to me. She quickly peeled off her blue, sleeveless top. Seconds later she undid the clasp of her brassiere, revealing a very well-developed chest. Her tits were delightfully bouncy! I immediately cupped them. They were marvelous to the touch! “This is a nice rack you have, Melanie. It’s very nice, indeed!”

“Thank you,” she said. “All my boyfriends over the years have thought so, too.” She then got down to her necessary business with me. Melanie began to skillfully tug on the shaft of my rising penis with one hand and fondle my balls with the other hand. Within 30 seconds I was rock hard. My erection was greeted with some well-placed licks. All the while I continued to fondle Melanie’s appealing jugs, focusing on making her nipples as hard as my phallus.

It did not take a genius to realize Melanie had sexually pleased numerous males this way many times before. The way she delicately used her tongue on the tip of my dick was an obvious giveaway. “Ooh, Melanie. You are quite good at this!” I told her. “I envy all of your boyfriends past, present and future.”

“I’m glad you like what I’m doing. Maybe you’ll give me a perfect score!”

“If you let me give you a titty-fuck, it’s a deal!”

“No problem. I’ve done that before,” she informed me. I did not doubt her for a moment.

We repositioned ourselves so I could easily slide my aroused penis between her two beautiful breasts while I was happily squeezing them together. I did my best not to come immediately as I wanted to shoot my load into her mouth—but it certainly was a challenge. Melanie was the most beautiful female I had ever had sex with in my life. I could not recall anyone in her league. I must have thrust my dick back and forth at least 50 times between her sexy jugs before the inevitable stirring within my balls told me a sperm eruption was imminent.

I announced, “I’m not going to last much longer, Melanie. I’m going to come very soon. I want you to swallow it. Take my dick in your mouth again, please!” Melanie did precisely what she was told to do. She lifted my dick back into her warm mouth and gave it a few loving sucks. A few seconds elapsed. Then I fired away!

If it wasn’t the best ejaculation I’d had in my 36 years, it was certainly in the top five. It was so powerful that I lost focus momentarily. I could feel at least three blasts of cum leave my balls, with each shot having about the same strong intensity as the previous one. Greatly pleased with myself, I groaned with absolute delight at the excellent outcome.

Even after my orgasm ended, I did not stop the sex act. I shoved my dick as far into her mouth as I could, almost to the point of gagging beautiful Melanie. I then began sliding my manhood back and forth on her tongue from the front of her mouth to the back of it until my penis finally lost its stiffness.

Melanie did her best to swallow every drop I had provided her, but a portion of my ejaculate had dripped out of her mouth and dribbled onto her chin. Some of that had then fallen onto her spectacular breasts—which was a sexy sight for me. I unabashedly scooped up some of the cum with my finger—and put that finger in her mouth beside my dick. She didn’t object in the slightest. In fact, Melanie made a point of licking my finger clean. What a great and enthusiastic sex partner she was!

“Good girl!” I happily exclaimed. “Melanie, there’s no doubt that performance definitely equals a perfect driving score! Congratulations!”

Melanie cleaned herself up with a box of tissues she had brought for the occasion and then drove us back to the office. Her driving skills had not improved in the interim. Her vehicle nearly ended up on the sidewalk when she made a tight right turn. I happily presumed Melanie was preoccupied thinking about the load of goo I had launched into her mouth a few minutes earlier.

I checked my wristwatch and noticed that Melanie’s in-car exam had lasted about 20 minutes longer than normal, but I came up with a plausible explanation for my boss. I reported that a disabled car in a certain intersection had blocked the usual route where I took applicants for their in-car exams, making it impassable. Thus, I had to find alternate nearby areas of the city to test Melanie’s various skills. The part about the disabled automobile was an outright lie, but the part about finding a place to test Melanie’s skills was wholly accurate. She got the perfect score I had promised her.

Melanie and I both signed the required, post-exam paperwork. I gave her a temporary license that was valid for one month. I explained this was her driver’s license for the time being until her real license came in the mail. I further told her she could expect that one to arrive in about a week to ten days once all the paperwork had been approved and finalized at the ministry’s headquarters. She smiled and gave me an affectionate hug. It was an unusual gesture—but not totally unheard of. Over the years, I had had about half a dozen overjoyed female applicants react in the very same way upon passing their in-car examinations. Of course, all those other girls had passed their exams legitimately. Melanie’s license was earned in an entirely different way.

As I made my way back to my desk to see when my next applicant was supposed to arrive to be tested, Marjorie said to me, “Everett, you had to notice that last girl you were testing was quite a fetching young lady.”

“Yes, of course, I noticed,” I admitted with a cheeky grin. “I’m not blind. I am required to have excellent eyesight to do this job.”

Marjorie continued, “You never met Felix, but when he was employed here, that last girl was exactly the type of applicant from whom he would demand sexual favors. Things have certainly changed for the better around here since he and his three horny buddies were fired for their misconduct.”

“Yeah, I’m a completely different type of government employee,” I told my colleague. “I always do things properly. Everything I do is completely by the book. I wouldn’t think of demanding sex from an attractive, young female applicant—I would just wait for her to offer it to me!”

Marjorie laughed heartily and said, “I like you a lot, Everett. You are a great co-worker—and a great kidder, too.”