7 comments/ 29245 views/ 26 favorites Cougar Sucked & Fucked in a Cab By: Eroticdreamescape This story idea 'came' to me while I was riding in NYC cab recently. The cabbie was very flirty. I always enjoy verbal banter especially when the conversation turns sexual! As you might guess after reading the story I am the tall blonde. The cab driver though is innocent. I promise! If he knew our innocent ride would turn into such an erotic fuck fest story he would probably be shocked! I'd love to read your feedback and please remember to vote! Love ***** Finding a cab during a rainstorm in New York City was the most impossible task on earth. A sea of slick, sodden cabs hurried along 5th Avenue, every single one filled with passengers on this dreary late afternoon. Thunder pounded overhead and was drowned out only by the rain pelting the streets and sidewalks in a fury. Julia spent the day at the New York City library. The enormous stone structure insulated her in its tomb like edifice from the clamor of the frenzied storm. She marveled over the tons of books lining innumerable shelves while ensconced inside the massive structure lost in thought as, thunder and lightning clashed in a chaos-ridden cacophony. As Julia emerged from the building the severity of the weather hit her, literally. Wind blew in sweeping gusts and the rain carried in its path in a punishing angular wet trajectory. The enormous Doric columns that flanked the structure appeared to be weeping as the rain cascaded and drenched the stone. The great lion remained still and stoic as the rain bombard the great beasts stone fur. People dashed about the streets in a panic, desperate to hail any cab available. They filtered into subway tunnel entrances like colonies of terrified ants. Julia was dressed in perfectly cuffed white linen boy shorts that prominently enhanced her tone and tanned long legs. An expensive delicate cap sleeved white silk summer blouse was buttoned low and emphasized the soft swells of her large breasts. A lacy white bra barely held the overflow of her cleavage. She was already drenched, the dainty fabric of her shirt soaked. Her nipples were ridged and poked through the flimsy bra. Goose flesh, from the sudden atmospheric chill, dotted the pretty pink areola surrounding her luscious buds. The downpour flooded the streets. Water splashed against and sluiced in the indentations and trenches near the dirty worn sidewalks. Like her, most pedestrians were caught off guard. Newspapers, book bags, briefcases, purses and coats made makeshift but inadequate protection. Everyone was becoming a sopping mess. The well polished and hyper groomed Manhattan business set now resembled drowned rodents. Perceptive weather observers though could have predicted the precipitation onslaught. The steamy July air was so balmy and humid the last two days you could nearly sip it. Julia's long blonde hair hung in strings down her back and the rain rolled off the locks and dripped and soaked into her already saturated blouse. The fabric was ruined, no doubt about that. Julia stepped off the granite steps and onto the street then smack in the middle of a deep dirty puddle. Her brand new pretty sandals were drenched. "Damn, this really sucks!" She cursed aloud. Her already foul mood was made worse by the sudden shitty weather. Twenty-one days, sixteen hours since her last lust ridden fuck session with a stranger. Sexual addiction, nymphomania, sex with strangers that was Julia's therapist's clinical definition of her mental disorder was. Short and sweet; she was addicted to having sex with strangers in public places. There, she said it aloud to herself and made the disorder a grim reality. Her 'problem' rolled around in her brain like cumbersome lead ball of moral judgment. As in AA acknowledgement was the first step toward recovery. The primal fear and danger of fucking a total stranger where they could easily be caught was her one and only highly addictive drug. The adrenaline rush was intoxicating, better than alcohol, drugs. She could've entered rehab numerous times and she'd probably be in intensive therapy the rest of her life but that sexual itch would always gnaw at her incessantly. Julia knew her behavior as dangerous even quite possibly lethal but the thrill of being penetrated and fucked hard by a stranger was more intense then any pleasurable activity she experienced and outweighed the numerous dangers and risks. Julia searched continually for the next 'hit.' She constantly craved a stranger's hard cock in her pussy. Her longings and urges though were so incredibly difficult to control, especially in a city with millions and millions of people. Julia was constantly sexually over stimulated as she bumped shoulders, arms and other body parts with the sweating and over heated crowds on the sidewalks of New York City. 'Christ, there were so many fuck-able men in this city.' She thought. The sensations were overpowering. Julia hid her secret well. She was a well-educated, upper class and successful. She was still smoking hot even in her late forties. She dressed well and didn't show too much cleavage or leg but enough for folks to realize she was very comfortable in her skin. Many years ago people would look at her and think she had the perfect life. She was beautiful and was once married to an equally successful man, had a sprawling dream home in the Boston suburbs and was a published author. If the PTO ever knew she once craved a hard fuck with most of the husbands they'd be stunned. Julia became a sex addict shortly after she hit puberty. During her 20's she attempted to live like a 'normal' woman and even got married. She tried very hard to keep her secret cravings and insatiable appetite for sex under control for her families sake. Julia would watch pornography and masturbate incessantly trying to scratch the terrible itch and ignore the raw cravings. After while though she couldn't live the lie or put her husband through any more deceit. She was not the woman he thought he knew. She never was. Julia had to admit grimly, she'd been a damn good actress all these years. He was married to a stranger. Nearly 13 years ago she revealed her true self to him. Explained in great detail about constant deviant predilections. He was crushed and heartbroken. Julia thought coming clean was better than the alternative of fucking around constantly behind his back while trying to maintain the façade that they had of a perfect marriage. He begged her get help. As the vice president of a major biotech firm in Boston, Jack had stellar connections through his industry and began to diligently pursue helping her. He researched the best recovery centers, the best psychiatrist, and the best of everything to help his beautiful wife. In the end though he just couldn't accept that Julia was the one who needed to change and she just couldn't. Her unusual and destructive behaviors were too deeply ingrained in the hard wring of her fucked up brain, Eventually though he moved out but even now after all these years her husband never filed for divorce. Jack lived in denial and was constantly 'stalled' in the 'bargaining' phase of an inevitable grieving process at the dissolution of their marriage. He figured she would 'get it out of her system' come to her senses and come back to him, back to their once seemingly perfect marriage. After he moved out Julia began to hunt once again for strange men to fuck. For the sake of her family and friends and to keep her reputation as a 'pillar of decorum' in the community she kept her hunting grounds far away from her so-called suburban utopia. Her sessions with a variety of became a nearly nightly routine. She occasionally she had unprotected sex and let them come in her. Julia knew it was wrong and dangerous but she loved the look of pure ecstasy on her partners face as he ejaculated deeply inside her. The feel of his cock swelling in her before he shot his load always propelled her into an intense orgasm. She sought real help only after engaging in unprotected sex with a man she discovered was a high risk bisexual and even more reckless then she was. The thought of being stricken with an STD or dying from aids and leaving a college age daughter in severe grief and pain was a scary and deafening wake up call. So he sought therapy and joined a sexual addiction support group with people who all wanted to screw each other. The irony of that situation was laughable. The rain continued to pummel her body. Thunder cracked and sizzled overhead and rumbled and echoed ominously across the tall buildings. Julia closed her eyes a moment and decided to take action. She had a sure fire way to grab a cabbies attention all right. She unbuttoned her soaked blouse until her cleavage spilled out and the lace of her bra peeked out an inch. She pushed up her breasts so the creamy abundant flesh spilled out even more. A fraction of the rosy pinks of her areolas peeked out ever so shyly. Her nipples were stone hard and poked though the wet shirt. Nothing was left to the imagination, her entire breast, rosy pink nipples were unabashedly plain as day through her white sheer top. Julia stepped to the curb held out her arm. "Taxi!" She shouted. After a moment a taxi with an illuminated "off duty' light noticed her in traffic a from a few cars behind. He recklessly maneuvered his way through a congested 5th Avenue, nearly crashing into and royally pissing off three other drivers. Horns blared, middle fingers were extended but the taxi driver' didn't notice or care. His eyes were glued intently on the tall, busty blonde standing in the rain in an obscenely dripping wet sheer shirt. He screeched to the curb. Julia jumped back quickly avoiding a spray of dirty water from the taxis sudden maneuver. She smiled and walked toward the yellow vehicle. The cabbie jabbed his finger onto the passenger's side automatic window release button. She leaned in just enough so her blouse hung open and revealed the pretty lacy bra. The fabric gapped enough so her nipples were visible. He couldn't take his eyes off her tits and he strained to make eye contact. "Where do you want to go?" He asked point blank. The cabbie was a thirty something Pakistani or of some middle-eastern descent. Either way he was a picture of raw masculinity and exotic swarthy good looks. His skin was a light mocha color and his eyes were enormous dark brown almonds fringed in long lush eyelashes. His head was covered in thick sooty black curls. "Aren't you off duty? I wouldn't want to trouble you." Julia's body began to tingle and throb with need. Middle Eastern men were some of the most beautiful creatures placed on earth. She had never fucked one but they were rumored to be excellent lovers. Christ! She shouldn't even be thinking about sex now. But he was so very intriguing, exotic unreachable. 'You have to watch out for the quite ones." Her mother would always say. Boy, nine times out of ten wasn't that the truth. Julia's most intense sex encounters were with the really quite, unassuming men. "I will decide that once you tell me where you going." He was curt; his accent heavy, his expression was stoic and guarded. "Ritz Carleton, Battery Park. Is that too far? I really don't want to trouble you." "I'm going to Brooklyn. I will take you to your hotel in Battery Park." He said blankly, his expression still grim. "Thank you so much sir, I will be so much in your debt." She stared at him intently and hoped he caught her thinly veiled seductive implication. Yet his expression remained unreadable. She licked her lips and thought this just might not be such a shitty day after all. Once she was inside the cab Julia sighed with relief. Rain pelted the metal roof unmercifully. The hyper stimulating noises of the city were muffled in the enclosed space. Julia was thankful for the quite serenity. Windshield wipers thumped madly against glass barely able to keep the rain at bay. The cabbie set the meter then pulled away from the curb. Julia noticed him staring at her in his rearview mirror when he thought she wasn't looking. But Julia was a hunter. She was highly in tune with all her senses. Now though the hunter had become the hunted. She knew he was stalking her. The thrill of this chase made her wet with need. His large dark eyes seemed to bore into her soul. She smiled discreetly and was very pleased with herself. "Do you like what you see?" She said seductively when she caught him staring again. The cabbies eyes widened in utter disbelief. "Excuse me...miss?" He stammered. "Sorry, the rain must be drowning out my voice. I asked if you like what you see...in your cab, the very, very wet woman who is dripping all over your seat? I have created quite a mess and I'm very sorry. How can I make it up to you?" Her voice oozed with sexual innuendos. Julia was determined this exotic and tantalizing man would fuck her tonight. Screw it, literally! She needed a man between her legs. She had to feel his hot mouth all over her making her wet. Teasing her with his tongue and licking her to orgasm then pounding her senseless. The cabbie was a caution man though. She had to make sure he completely understood her meaning without insulting his customs or culture. She was a well-educated, mature and classy woman; this would be a piece of cake. "I do not understand your meaning Miss." He peered once again in the mirror at her but the pupils in black eyes were now huge and Julia was sure smoldered with desire. Julia glanced at his cab license posted on the partition. There was a photo of him inserted into the placard. He indeed was handsome but more so in person. A perfectly oval shaped face was unsmiling and even grim though. The cabbies name on the placard underneath his photo read Imran Akram. 'Imran' she murmured, Imran with those deep, brooding eyes! She wanted to comb her fingers through his inky black luscious hair while he was straddling her, penetrating her with deep and punishing thrusts, his mocha brown body melting into hers. "Imran...I mean Mr. Akram." She spoke carefully and clearly to make sure her intent left no meaning open to interpretation. "You are one of the most handsome men I've ever met. Strong and bold men like you make me very hot and wet. Do you know how wet my pussy is right now just thinking about your strong, muscular hands all over my body and your cock buried deep inside me? Her voice was soft and sexy, almost a loud whisper, but echoed throughout the cab. Julia knew he heard every single word she spoke. Imran's eyes suddenly melted into her with the most intense smoldering stare. The cab jerked violently to the left. Julia bounced violently and nearly snacked her head against the dingy black seat cushion. Angry car horns blared and the sound of screeching tires filled the air. She pressed her palms into the seat to steady herself. She knew she had an intense effect on the male population but she hadn't expected her words to nearly cause accident. "Miss are you alright? "I'm so sorry Miss." Imran spun around to face her for a split second. He was ashen and panic stricken. Genuine concern replaced his formidable, detached demeanor. His eyes bore into Julia but smiled to reassure him. "Keep your eyes on the road, tiger. If you get into an accident you'll miss all the wonderful entertainment I have planned for you." She licked her lips. With slow, methodical precision she hooked her thumbs under the straps of her bra and pushed the sateen fabric off both shoulders slowly and seductively. The fabric sled off her nipples and both breasts were now fully exposed. Julia began to lightly pinch and twist each sensitive pink bud. She closed her eyes and moaned. Julia then unzipped the linen shorts. While one hand fondled her breast the other slid slowly inside the garment and reached the juncture of her neatly shaved labia, now soaking wet with arousal. She slid a finger inside her slick entrance. She pulled out then eased her middle finger into the swollen folds and began to tease her clit. The scent and sound of her slippery wet pussy juices filled the enclosed space, replacing the smell of the stale, musty cab with her intoxicating wild arousal. Julia thought a moment. The cabbie may be absolutely mortified, horrified by such a pornographic sexual act. Maybe he was in shock but she knew deep down all straight men would have a throbbing hard-on watching her erotic display. Beads of perspiration dripped down his furrowed brow. His knuckles gripped the sterling wheel so tight they were bright white. Julia continued to stimulate her nipples and rub her swollen nub. She continued to moan and pant. God did he have any idea how much she needed his thick meat in her? "Do you want a taste, Imran? My fingers are coated in my tasty honey. Would you like to lick my fingers clean?" He wiped his brow and spat out indistinguishable words in Arabic. She leaned forward, closer to him. The sound of her wet flesh dragging across the fabric made a loud rubbing noise as her buttocks rested on the edge of the seat. She slowly eased her hand through the open window offering the gift to him. After a few moments Julia feared he would reject her most intimate present. Would the cabbie scream a tirade of insults at her? Call her abomination to Allah...an unholy slut? Would he pull over to the curb and toss her out on her ass? Imran seized her hand for a long moment. Julia was shocked how strong his grip was. She panicked for a split second. Was he going to break her hand? He only gazed at her flesh covered in arousal then slowly eased her pinky into his mouth and groaned loudly. The cabbie swirled his tongue over her finger, licking the digit clean as he savored the salty, sweet taste of her. He was slow and methodical and gifted the same loving attention to each finger, licking, sucking and tasting each pretty creamy white digit. Julia continued to rub her swollen flesh, making her even wetter. Imran continued to lick her fingers slowly. A climax built intensely within her. The taxi's seat cushion was covered in her arousal as more and more of her sweet honey oozed from her highly aroused body. Then sweet ecstasy as a leg shaking orgasm hit her. Her body froze only a moment then pure lustful pleasure swept her over the edge. Her pussy convulsed, more juice flowed from her swollen lips. Electrical jolts emanated from the center of her clit and shocked her with complete pleasure, lust and bliss. "Ohhh Imran! My handsome Imran, you made me come!" She shouted. Julia shut her eyes and cried in a pure blissful frenzy. He kept a steady and sure grip on her, kissing her palm intently while she continued to climax. "Uh...ah...uh, ah! She continued to grunt and moan, seduced by unadulterated pleasure as her body convulsed and shattered. As her orgasm faded into soft, more gentle rhythmic contractions, she panted heavily. She rested her head against the cabs partition. The solid divider kept her from making closer bodily contact with him. She wanted to melt into him. Imran kept a powerful grip on her hand and for the next few moments they were silent. Rainwater sluiced under the tires. The steady downpour began to wane. Julia managed to finally catch her breath as her heartbeat became steadier. Imran continued to hold her hand tightly afraid if he released her she would fly away into his erotic, thought-consuming imagination. Was this really happening or was this just another of his many erotic fantasies playing out in agonizing details in his daydreams? "Imran." Julia pointed out the window on the left side of the cab. "There, over the Hudson River, a rainbow." Julia pointed into the horizon over the tall buildings into New Jersey. Arched uniformed rows of bright colors lit the approaching night sky. He craned his neck to peer out the left side window and squeezed her hand tighter in an unspoken act of acknowledgement. She was pleased he was as passionate as she'd hoped. He kissed her hand again then began to slowly lick and suck on the webbing between her fingers. His mustache tickled her sensitive skin. She giggled and tried to pull away but he held her in an iron grip. His hand was warm and strong. Cougar Sucked & Fucked in a Cab "Oh, Imran, that feels so...wonderful! She sighed. The gray skies began to brighten into an opaque pre dusk cloud cover. Then brilliant pinks, reds baby blue blazed across the sky as the sun began to descend into the horizon. It was nearly dark. Headlights streaked across 8th Avenue. City lights blurred across the streaked windshield and glowed through the moist, sodden atmosphere. The downpour cleared the streets of pedestrians and typically clogged sidewalks were now barren. Such an odd sight in New York City! Julia loved the empty beauty of the city. This was a rare glimpse of New York she'd never witnessed before. Once they crossed Canal Street, Imran shut the meter off and veered the taxi to the left. The lights from New Jersey across the river were now fading behind them in the darkness. They crossed a normally bustling Chinatown now vacant as Chinese lanterns swung in the cold stiff breeze sweeping across the Hudson River brought on by the thunderstorm. This wasn't the normal route cabbies took when taking her to lower Manhattan. At first Julia was perplexed and a bit uneasy but then she reasoned that he was a silent but passionate man. So far he hadn't spoken more than a few words. She knew wherever he brought her he would surely pleasure her. Excitement coursed though Julia. They drove only a few more blocks when he pulled into a dark alley and immediately shut the headlights off. A row of dirty beaten up trashcans lined the dingy brick alleyway wall. A few lights illuminated through the windows in the apartment buildings above them on each side of the narrow space but glowed dimly into their secret, dark cocoon surrounded by concrete and brick. Imran bolted from the car and sprinted over to the passenger side then flung the heavy metal door that creaked and groaned under the strain. He was a tall, dark man, standing at least six feet tall. He was solid with a taut sinewy tight muscular build. The cabbie wore stylish faded jeans and a creamy white long sleeved shirt casually rolled up to his forearms. A well-trimmed mustache was planted above his full apple-red lips. His nose was prominent but added to his exotic appeal. As his eyes bore down into her. Yes, she reaffirmed he was much more handsome then his photo. For a moment he paused his hand clutching the frame of the opening, staring at her state of disarray. Her long blonde hair was rain dampened and clung to her pretty face. Her large breasts were completely free from the blouse, her unzipped shorts, damp at the crotch, exposed just a hint of her labia. With swift calculated, precision he swung into action. The cabbie dragged her by the thighs and gently pulled her toward him. Her shapely buttocks rested on the edge of the seat. Imran placed her feet on the footboard and Julia spread her legs at the knees for him. Anyone peering out his or her apartment window then would get quite a dim but full view of her naked torso. Her legs open wide, her gleaming wet pussy exposed. He eased her shorts and panties off and flung them inside the cab. Imran groaned with pure masculine appreciation and unadulterated pleasure at the sight of her exposed, pink pussy freshly bathed in her climatic arousal. Imran dropped to the ground and parted her thighs even wider. His dusky fingers splayed across the creamy white junctures. He gazed intently into her eyes. "You have the sweetest tasting pussy and I am hungry for so much more and I will feast on so much more." He murmured in a thick Pakistani accent. He dove into her pussy and completely buried his full red lips in her dripping wet swollen folds. He began to suck and lick her clit so deeply Julia nearly leapt off the seat. The pleasure was so intense she nearly climaxed. She drove deeply into his scalp and threaded her fingers through his downy ebony curls with a deep caressing touch. Imran growled softly while his mouth was planted firmly inside her engorged, wet flesh. An endless flow of her juices oozed from her slit and straight onto his thirsty tongue. He lapped up all the honey judiciously. He moaned as his tongue languished thoroughly over the entire area of her swollen labia. The man was a god giving oral sex. He drove two fingers inside her over sensitized pussy and pumped with a staggered, rhythmic motion that drove Julia wild. She bucked off the seat. Imran pushed her belly down into the cushion firmly to still her. His free hand then grabbed her plump tit and began to pinch and roll the stiff nipple in his fingers. The cabbie messaged the entire fleshy globe masterfully alternating between pulling her nipple and squeezing and messaging her full breast. Julia's thrashed her head side to side. She was a millisecond away from exploding into his mouth. But when he sensed her nearness he withdrew teasing her in torturous denial. Both her hand were thrashing in his thick hair now in an uncoordinated eager frenzy. "Please Imran, I beg you...please let me come! I can't stand much more." Julia cried softly. Sensing her tremendous need, Imran gave her clit one last, deep lick then sucked up the nub into his mouth while his fingers inside her curled up and stroked the top wall of her pussy. Julia felt the first zap of an electrical current radiate from her clit. She began to cry out as the climax seized her. Her legs began to shake violently. Julia's convulsing muscles sucked in Imran's fingers greedily in strong rhythmic muscular contractions. "Oh, dear god, Imran, oh, oh Imran!" She screamed then cupped her mouth with her hand to muffle her voice. Her lust filled wails drove him into a deeper frenzy. He continued to pump inside her alternating between a deliberate then quickened pace. He furiously licked and lapped her pussy. The sweet sound of his tongue feasting on her juices resonated in Julia's ears and nearly drove her mad with such intense pleasure as more honey gushed into his mouth. Her heart beat loudly, the blood pumped in her ears. After a while Julia's lay replete. Imran withdrew his hand and his tongue savored the sweetness from his fingers. He closed the cab door and the distant sounds of the city faded away. He gently shimmied her forward and crept into the cab and knelt on the seat between her thighs. The cabbie gazed intently at the beautiful woman laying on the backseat who he just tongue and finger fucked. Her thighs were spread wide for him. Why would such a beautiful, sexy lady offer herself so freely to him he pondered? His cock throbbed and strained against his tight jeans, impatient to be buried deep within her heat. Most polished New York women were distant, preoccupied, brisk and downright rude. Most of the time these woman simply ignored him. During the entire taxi ride they usually spoke non-stop on expensive cell phones their voices bitchy and demanding. East Coast woman were typically hardened and assertive but New York woman were the extreme of this stereotype. This nearly naked female though, waiting submissively under him on the backseat of his cab was classy and considerate and polite not to mention downright sexy and beautiful. She was sweet, respectful and more beautiful than any other female passenger. His cock throbbed when he thought of the pounding he'd give her pussy. Imran felt Julia's hand stroking up his thigh. When she reached his hard meaty erection she rubbed the length of him through the fabric. He sucked in his breath as the grip of instant and intense pleasure washed over him. She rose off the seat, knelt before him and unzipped his jeans. He wound his hand inside her hair and pulled her up toward him. His mouth glistened. His face coated in her arousal. Imran grasped Julia and roughly pulled her into his chest. Their lips melted into a deep, passionate bone-crushing kiss. His full red lips eagerly crushed hers and licked inside, out and around her mouth, tasting her like she was a delicious delicacy. He was demanding and greedy as he viciously feasted upon her. Julia slipped a hand inside his tight briefs and slowly glided her palm along the length of his warm, heavy cock. Impatiently she yanked at his jeans and underwear and the garments slid down and bunched around his knees. His dick hung long, thick and heavily between black wiry pubic hairs and throbbed in unison to his heartbeat. A network of thick pulsing blue veins covered the enormous fleshy rod. Julia was in awe. He was huge. Easily eight inches if not more. She wrapped her hand around the silky smooth bulky girth and began to pump him in a light seductive rhythm. "I am so hard and ready to fill your hot, wet pussy, yes?" He whispered hoarsely while caressing her cheek. "Oh yes, very, very hard. Imran you're huge! Do you rip women apart while you make love?" "I promise, sweetness to be gentle and slow. All my lovers have been very, very happy. I assure you. And you are so very wet and aroused. I will slip in with relative ease. We will take this slow, yes?" He grasped her face firmly in his hands then kissed her deeply while inhaling the essences of her femininity. She trembled in anticipation. "You are intoxicating Imran." She was breathless. He then cocked his head as if puzzled and a slight smile curled at his lips but disappeared as quickly as it appeared. "I'm about to make love to you and I don't know your name." His tone was serious, intense. "I'm Julia, Imran. She murmured. "Julia, a name as sweet and beautiful as the woman, as beautiful as the sun, moon and all the stars shining brightly in the sky. Is your last name as beautiful as your first?" "We are not going to complicate things, Imran, ok? First name only. This is a one time, one name and no complications deal. That's how we play this game." She tried come off to sounding light and casual but his face became serious and agonizingly difficult to read once again. "A game, you think this is a game? You think I will be satisfied making love to you only one time?" "Yes, that's how one night stands work, Imran." She peered into his shadowy face hoping his suddenly formidable mood would lift. After all she was offering her pussy with no strings attached. Isn't that ultimately what all men wanted? "Then I must make this a first time you will never forget. By the end of tonight you will not want to leave me." It was a matter of fact, a statement bold and assertive. Julia was taken aback. The sheen of rain and sweat covered her body and then a cool damp chill hit her. A strange feeling pulled deeply at her soul. This stranger had an intense and insistent effect on her like no other. She knew she should run away and not look back. She should call her sponsor, her lifeline to recovery. But the situation was already way out of control. The fire was burning way too hot. Her hunger was never sated, the thirst never quenched. She was in too deep. This would be the absolute last time she swore to herself. She would lock herself in her hotel room until tomorrow and not spend any more time in the city, a toxic environment where she overflowed with carnal desires. Julia would pray to god for forgiveness tomorrow. Imran eased himself into the seat and spread his legs wide open at the knees. His erection sprung up, bobbed and swayed in various directions as if searching for her wet heat. Julia climbed onto him and straddled his lap and rested her hands on his broad muscular shoulders. He grabbed her waist but didn't thrust into her. He watched her intently waiting for her cue. Their dark eyes were glimmering in the dusky light from the alleyway. Julia hovered over his enormous thick, spongy head. Her thighs were drenched from the sweet nectar seeping from her core. He held tight to her waist and she could feel his hands shaking slightly. The air was heavy and pungent with her unique scent. The cab was silent and strained. Their breath was deep and heavy. All the windows were covered in a thick coating of cloudy humid moisture. She eased slowly closer to his cock until just the tip was rubbing the swollen tender flesh of her labia. She rocked and glided her hips across the tip and covered the head with her sticky arousal. His hands shook even more. His face was strained and seemed pained. Sweat poured off his forehead. She pressed her lips into his and he met her kiss with equal passion and lust. They pressed tongues together and tasted and explored each other's mouths. Julia stopped rocking and was still a moment. He tensed immediately. She could feel his hands throbbing as he almost painfully dug into her waist anticipating, wanting to be buried inside her. With a swift, quick motion Julia sunk into his cock. Nearly two inches of him was inside her when she found herself straining to ease more of incredibly large girth into her wet pussy. She had to push harder and gyrate to maneuver him into her tight channel. His eyes went black from the intense pleasure. Imran wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her body tightly against him. Julia's breasts pressed to him. Flesh to flesh. She forced the last few inches into her pussy with a deep thrust, grinding against him. A sharp pain coursed through her as his enormous cock stabbed brutally into her cervix. Julia bit her lip to stop from crying out. She had to breath slowly to adjust to the stretching sensation of his huge prick inside her. But she was finally fully impaled on him "Julia, sweetness, did I cause you pain? Imran murmured softly with genuine concern. He caressed her face and stroked her hair gently. "I'm fine Imran, I wasn't expecting you to be so big! I need a moment to adjust." She whispered into his ear. Their lips were so close they nearly touched. She licked them gently and he did the same. God, she loved the taste of him. His breath smelled sweet like a piece of watermelon candy. She felt where their two bodies were joined and pressed into each other, where he was buried deeply inside her. The black public hairs on his crotch crushed into her bare pussy. "I am in control of our lovemaking, Julia. If you feel any pain tell me immediately but I promise I will be gentle and you will feel all pleasure, no pain. Indulge yourself in our lovemaking." He murmured gently. "As you wish Imran." Julia was always an active participant in lovemaking. Allowing a man to take control while she remained passive to his will would be a challenge. But his intent was clear and serious. Julia knew in a moment she would be in for the ride of her life. He began to withdraw from her tight body slowly. Once the tip of his prick was nearly poking free from her slit he thrust upward quickly into her with a swift punishing stroke. Julia winced expecting a stabbing pain but he stopped before he buried his last inch into her. With quick rhythmic thrust he held her waist a few inches above his burrowing cock so he wouldn't enter her too deeply and cause her more pain. The balls of his feet were planted firmly into the floor of the cab. As pushed into Julia his heels would act as thrusters pumping into the pretty blonde. Julia was an obedient lover. Her body would shake and nearly topple over with each of his powerful, punishing upward strokes into her body. But she remained as still as possible and resisted the urge to match his strokes. She held tightly into the flesh of his shoulders to anchor herself. His fingers dug into her waist as he sheathed himself inside her with another powerful stroke. He stopped short an inch outside her body. Every few strokes he carefully buried the last inch into her and eased the tip against her cervix gently instead of assaulting the tender flesh. His rhythm was more intense now as he pounded into her. He was quickly becoming undone. Imran's testicles were engorged with semen. His massive balls slapped unmercifully into the crack of her buttocks. He slowed his pace to stave off the powerful climbing orgasm. He wasn't ready to fuck his enormous load inside Julia. He would pump every last creamy drop of his come into her, but not yet. He had iron willpower and was a cunning and possessive man. Something he was sure she didn't plan for in her 'game.' She was a beautiful prize awarded to him for his patience and skill as a lover. Her mind, body her sweet pussy. He wanted the complete package. She bewitched him, enthralled him, and fascinated him. He wanted to lock this invaluable treasure away from the world. She was his from this day forward. One night, that was laughable, he thought! He stopped and gently pried her buttocks apart and rubbed his fingers along her small puckered fissure. He began to fuck her slowly while her cheeks were separated allowing him even greater and deeper penetration. An urgent primitive need to ease a finger inside her anus overwhelmed him. He wanted to touch, caress and feel every inch of this woman. But that was for another night of pleasure. He leaned forward gently and sucked a sweet rosy nipple into his mouth swirling his tongue across the nub as he pulled and bit the tender bud. He was pleasantly surprised when she rewarded his efforts and a thick gooey squirt of her creamy arousal bathed his cock. He worked each nipple more fervently now. He'd sheath himself in her and while she was impaled on his thick rod he'd squeeze and message each tit while playfully nipping and suckling each tender swollen tip into his mouth. Julia was close to climax. Imran felt her muscles begin to contract and squeeze his cock. He pressed his eyes shut and tried to concentrate on slowing their lovemaking. Imran rested deeply inside her and was pleased she was disciplined and didn't try to wiggle on his cock and find her release. He wasn't ready to let her go. He needed a bit more time to demonstrate how much she needed him, how much she'd long for his cock day and night. "Imran." She rasped out a second later. "I'm very close to coming. I want you to come with me." She clutched his russet toned face in her hands and met his gaze and they fell on each other's lips in a passionate kiss. They broke free after a moment of tasting and suckling each other's mouths. The lovers were breathing hard as their chests heaved. There was so much heat inside the cab Julia felt she would pass out. They were just not able to taste each other deeply enough. Her pussy juice still lingered on his face and moustache. "Julia, I need a few more minutes inside you." He whispered caressing the soft naked skin on her back. They were perfectly matched. His cock pressed into the spot inside Julia to stimulate her and push her over the edge into climax. He continued to caress her back and then dipped two fingers into the ridge between her buttocks. She was absolute perfection and took his enormous cock inside her better than any of his previous lovers. She was beautiful, seasoned and sexy. Imran wanted to remain buried inside her for so much longer. But he knew she would peak at any moment no matter how perfectly still he was. His cock was huge inside her and pressing into her 'G' spot mercilessly. He admitted defeat and began to pump into her in short but hard strokes. He bellowed as ejaculate rushed from his balls and began to empty white pearly jizz into her in quick, thick bursts. As his prick swelled inside her and he began to ejaculate her thick mucous muscles flooded and bathed his ridged cock and her orgasm hit. Her muscles clenched him and milked his cock in rapid and rhythmic motion. She cried out and screamed his name as her pussy contractions sucked him deeply inside her. They were rutting each other now in a passionate fury; she eager to pull very drop of his come into her womb and he eager to gift her with his milky semen. In one final thrust Imran impaled her balls deep and released the last of his ejaculate. His thick emissions coated her cervix in a viscous dense layer. Cougar Sucked & Fucked in a Cab As their orgasms subsided the lovers clung to each other. Both were hot and covered in a glistening layer of perspiration. Julia's breasts pressed into Imran's hairless chest. Her ear was pressed into his breast and his heart rumbled in a loud thumping cadence. He continued to stroke her and sought her mouth and brought her pretty lips to his. He eased a hand behind the nape of her neck and pulled her closer as his tongue lashed into her hungry mouth and he tasted deeply from her wetness. He moaned loudly as he licked up the moisture inside her. Julia's expensive silk blouse was ruined, wrinkled and covered in a mixture of her and Imran's damp secretions. How could she ever show up at such an upscale hotel looking like a disheveled street person? Her shorts were soiled and wet too. Imran pressed her tightly into him in a possessive grip. Julia tried to pull away but he held fast. "We should go Imran. I guarantee someone's called the police. I'm sure a taxicab with windows steamed up, parked illegally in a lower west side alleyway up won't go unnoticed for long." She finally managed to wriggle from his steel grip. "Would you stay with me in my flat tonight Julia?" He asked while stroking her long blonde hair. "I will make love to you all night and make you scream many more times. You will not need to stifle your ecstasy." Julia was very intrigued and felt the tell tale tingle swell in her pussy. He was still ravenous and so was she. But her rules were clear and kept things uncomplicated, one time only. No strings, no complications, no drama and certainly no relationship. "As tempting as an entire night spent making love to you is Imran, we need to say goodbye for good once we reach the hotel. One time, you recall me saying that, right?" She reminded him her voice soft and smooth but firm. She slowly rose off his large semi erect penis. He held her hips and then pushed himself back inside her intense heat. He wasn't ready to leave her hot, sweet pussy yet. He relented when she shot him a raised eyebrow as a warning to not test her metal. Once he was fully unsheathed from her body his large cock rested uneasily against his thigh. He dick was covered in a mixture of her sticky juices and his thick jizz. The thought of his entire cock stuffed into her made him aroused again. Imran opened the widows to air out the cab. The scent of steamy, wet sex perfumed the air. He pulled up his jeans and stuffed his gigantic dick into his underwear. Julia began to redress pulling on drenched clothing. Her expression was neutral but Imran knew she wanted to make love with him again tonight. A woman as brazen, passionate and lustful as her deserved much more from her lover. But her game, oh those rules would change drastically tonight. Soon, she would be begging for more of him. Luckily he already devised a cunning plan to get on top of her tonight in a soft, warm dry bed. He would make her scream, pant and beg for more. Once he was done with her she wouldn't be able to move a muscle. She'd be so completely exhausted she'd be forced to stay in his bed for days. The cabbie made sure she was clothed before he opened the door. The harsh glare from the dome light assaulted their eyes. He eased into the driver's seat and already missed the closeness of her. Julia also craved the nearness of and him impulsively opened the door and joined him in the front. Imran was shocked at first but then smiled and pulled her close into him. He tucked her into his arm and held her fast to his sinewy frame. "Will you reconsider and stay in my bed tonight, my beautiful Julia?" He stroked her cheek then tilted his head into her and lightly kissed her lips. Julia's heart began to race and her pussy tingled. Damn this seductively charming man! No this was the last time. She made a promise to herself. She had to stop breaking all her promises or she'd never truly recover from this insidious addiction. They drove off into the cool night air. Julia felt a strong pull of regret. Imran felt smug and assured and counted the minutes until he was again sheathed inside her tight pussy. To be continued?