1 comments/ 47452 views/ 2 favorites Taxi Girl By: tommythetank Note to readers: Firstly, this story’s setting is loosely based on the city where I live. However, the persons, locations and institutions represented are fictional, and not intended to resemble actual persons, locations or institutions. Secondly, please bear in mind that Australians usually ride in the front seat of taxis. This at least makes the action in this story physically possible. **** Really long legs. Damn, they were fine. The long evening dress was daringly split, must have been to the top of her hipbone. Then she was opening the door, bending over, and Joe had to check he wasn’t drooling. Her tits were perfect, big enough to have deep cleavage, small enough not to sag. He was sure there was no bra under that dress. “The casino, please,” she said in a rich, sultry voice that matched her appearance too perfectly, and Joe was sure he must be dreaming. As the taxi wove its way through the suburban streets, she turned to Joe and asked, “How much is this going to cost me?” “Dunno. Thirty, maybe forty bucks, depending on traffic.” “So expensive? There’s got to be a cheaper way than this.” Joe realised he was holding his breath. This was nuts. This did not happen in real life. Maybe he’d got the wrong end of the stick. She crossed her legs, the dress falling right away exposing smooth, bare thigh. Nope, this was the right end of the stick all right. God damn! She reflectively sucked a fingertip, then traced it down her throat to her cleavage. His eyes followed it all the way. “How much is a blow job worth, do you think?” Subtle. “Maybe twenty bucks,” he managed to stammer, still not believing it. “So if I suck your cock I might still have to pay twenty? Come on, you can do better than that.” “Why don’t you make me an offer?” He decided to push his luck a bit. “I was thinking maybe I could pay the meter now and suck you off for the rest of the trip.” He checked the meter: just over five dollars. “I’ll swallow every drop.” “OK, I’ll pull over and stop the meter.” She paid, he turned off the meter, and he pulled the cab away from the kerb. She turned in her seat, and just watched his face for a couple of blocks. Then she reached out and touched his leg, stroked it a couple of times, and began to undo his belt. She undid her seatbelt, and leaned over slowly as she fished his tumescent cock out of his boxer shorts. She smiled up at him as she planted a kiss on the tip. “I love them when they’re like this,” she told him, and wrapped the whole shaft in her mouth, burying her nose in his pubic hair. He felt the soft walls of her cheeks as she sucked gently, and her tongue slowly rippling against the underside. As the blood engorged his organ it inched its way up her tongue, swelling outward as well. She lifted her head, relinquishing his knob before she gagged. Joe sighed as her breath cooled his slippery cock. As she stuck out her tongue to lick around the head he could see it slick with saliva. She was drooling over his cock! He nearly came, but managed to control himself, squeezing his eyes shut and thinking of ice blocks. An angry toot from behind informed him the light was green, and he concentrated on driving again. She was making little moaning noises as her head bobbed up and down and she slurped at his shaft. Most girls just licked the head, but she was licking everywhere, then sucking a bit, then licking again, and when she took his entire length the vibrations from those moans felt great. His dick was a bit shy of six inches long, maybe one and a half wide, and she was having no trouble getting the whole lot in. He jumped at the knocking on his window, and saw some kid giving him a thumbs-up. His mates came over for a bit of a look too. “Yeah, baby, you suck it all!” “Hey, I can get in the back in case you want dessert!” As she fluttered her tongue back and forth over the very tip of his knob she looked out the window into the eyes of the boys. They hurried across the road as the lights changed and Joe took off. Traffic was slow around the casino, with buses trying to make impossible turns and blocking the cars in both directions. As they sat in the queue, a bus-load of young men enjoyed the show in the taxi. The taxi lane drifted ahead, and now a bus full of pensioners were getting an eyeful. Still the slut was sucking away, with as much dedication as when she began. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” moaned Joe, expecting her to back off and just pump him into her hand or something, but she sucked him even harder, her moans getting more intense. He just put his head back, and shut his eyes. As the cum pumped from his cock, she kept her lips clamped over it, catching it all. Finally he went limp again, and she licked every fold, cleaning him. She tucked his cock back into his pants and dressed him again, then sat up and fastened her seatbelt as they reached the casino driveway. “So, uh, do you need a ride home this evening?” he asked, feeling a bit stupid. “Yeah, are you still on duty at 2 AM?” she replied. “That’s the end of my shift.” “Well, I’ll make sure I’m out here before then.” She wriggled her hips, removing her panties. As she slid them off her legs she turned to him again. “Hang these out your passenger window, and I’ll find you. Thank you for the wonderful ride.” “Thank you,” was his stunned reply. The doorman opened her door, and she slid those incredible legs off the seat. “Bye-bye,” she said as she wiped a dribble of his semen from the corner of her mouth and swayed into the casino. Taxi Girl Ch. 02 Taxi Girl 2: The Ride Home It was 1:55, so technically Joe could pick up a fare, and he was relieved to see that his cocksucking goddess was sashaying down the taxi rank toward him. She spotted her g-string hanging out his window and waved to him, quickening her step. She reached her hands behind her, and Joe stared in admiration at her breasts, straining against the fabric of her dress, her nipples poking through clearly. She brought her arms forward again, and hunched her shoulders a little. The straps slid down her arms, and to Joe’s amazement the top of her gown followed, leaving her boobs swaying gently in the night air. She had unzipped her dress in public! Now she was at Joe’s cab, and she turned her back to him. Bending over, she began to inch her dress down, wriggling her hips as she worked it lower. Joe sat transfixed, staring at her pussy lips peeking out between her thighs as she slipped the dress down her long legs to form a puddle of silk around her feet. Other cabbies were climbing out of their cars to watch, as she bent down, picked up her gown and turned to face Joe in only her high heels. “Oh, hello!” she said, apparently only just noticing her audience, giving them a smile and a wave. Then she opened the door and climbed into the cab. “Did you miss me?” she asked coquettishly, diving head first into Joe’s lap as he pulled into the traffic. “Do you remember where to go?” she asked in a rare moment with her mouth empty. There was no subtlety this time; she was just wrapping her mouth around all the cock she could, and sucking enthusiastically. “Yeah,” Joe replied. It’s burned into my brain, he added to himself. The slut heard the train crossing bells get louder, and felt the cool air waft over her upturned buttocks as Joe rolled down the passenger window. She nearly jumped out of her skin when the hand first brushed over her pussy, then she nearly fainted with pleasure. One finger slipping in and out of her was joined by a second, then a third, and the taxi was filled with the squelching of her pussy and the panting of her ragged breath. Pushing his luck, the stranger stuck a finger up her arse. She was unable to move. She felt her juices flood down her thighs, and she was powerless to stem the saliva drooling from her mouth all over Joe’s delicious cock. “You’re a wonderful, wonderful man,” she murmured to his scrotum. “I’m going to give you the night of your life.” She was on cloud nine the rest of the way home. “OK, baby, here we are.” She had kept Joe on edge, but not let him cum, the whole trip. “Would you like to come in?” she asked throatily. “What, for a coffee?” “A comedian. No, for a wild arse-fuck.” “OK, but you’d better see what our friends back there want.” He indicated a ute parked behind the taxi. “Is that the guy with the fingers?” “Yep.” “OK.” They both got out, and she kissed him deeply, sucking his tongue. “Here’s the key to my flat. There’re drinks in the fridge and pornos under the tellie. Make yourself at home, and I’ll be right up.” She sashayed off toward the other car, and the three young men leaning against it with their pants around their ankles and their cocks in their hands… “Wow, that was quick,” said Joe as he opened the front door. “Horny young men, what did you expect?” giggled the cum-covered beauty on the doorstep. “They were no match for the power of my tongue.” She looked down at the erection poking out of his trousers. “You were watching us, weren’t you, you naughty man.” “Yeah.” “How about we find you a video, and I go and wash this mess off, and then we can fuck.” She took him by the hand and led him into the living room. While he sat down, she turned on the TV, and started a porno playing, filling the room with enthusiastic moaning. Walking over to him, she bent down and sucked his entire penis into her mouth, then slowly released it. “Don’t waste your cum, honey. I’ll be back real soon.” Soon she emerged from the bathroom drying her hair. She handed the towel to Joe and knelt in front of him. “Finish drying this for me, would you, baby,” she said as she slurped his throbbing cock into her mouth. “You like this movie, huh?” she asked, playing over his shaft with her tongue as he rubbed her hair with the towel. After a while she dragged her body up, letting his knob run down her neck and cleavage, across her belly, where it dipped in and out of her navel, and then through her trimmed pubic hair until she was standing with him poised right at her opening. Looking deep into his eyes she bent at the knees and lowered herself down his pole. As her buttocks came to rest on his thighs she closed her eyes and sighed gently. She pumped up and down, slowly first, then accelerating her rhythm, whimpering occasionally. Juices were gushing from her, matting Joe’s pubic hair, when she lifted herself right off him. She turned around and bent over, then reaching back scooped some of the slippery fluid up into her crack, spreading it thoroughly around her arsehole. “OK, take aim, stud. It’s time for you to plough my arse.” Joe didn’t need any more encouragement. He placed his cock up against her sphincter, and she pushed back gently, until the head popped in. Then she slowly inched him into her, taking her time. Before long she was sitting in his lap again, fingering her pussy while he groped her breasts. Then she looked over her shoulder at him and said, “Now, big boy, fuck me hard.” Joe shoved her forward, and began thrusting like a demon, shaking her body like a doll. She let her arms collapse, resting her shoulders on the floor, and Joe pounded down on her arse, making her moan in pleasure. He felt his orgasm begin to arrive. “I’m gonna cum, babe,” he told her. “Pull out…in my mouth…” she moaned. He did so, and she lifted herself up just in time for his first spurt to fly over her shoulder and strike her alongside her ear. She arched her neck around and clamped her lips over his knob, taking the next squirt straight down her throat. Not relinquishing his spasming penis she turned her body to face him, and looked into his eyes as he pumped and pumped. When his cock had shrunk again she licked it meticulously clean. “Thank you for the lift home,” she said. “I’d ask you to stay for breakfast but I have to get up early tomorrow.” “Hey, that’s cool. I had a good time.” “Yeah, me too. Do you have a mobile number, when I need another lift?” “Sure, baby, I’ll get a card from my cab.” The possibility of another night like this made Joe’s head spin. He ran out and got a business card. She met him on the steps, naked. Her nipples were erect in the night air. “Thanks again”- she read the card - “Joe. I’ll be sure to call. Good night.” She was almost through the door when he thought to ask, “Wait, what’s your name?” She turned and smiled. “You can call me Roxy.”