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The Cab Ride

By: Jimbow



“Taxi!” I shouted above the roar of the Manhattan traffic. Very quickly a yellow cab pulls up to the curb and we tumble into the back seat.

“Where to Mac?” asked the cabby.

I gave him the address and then snuggled next to you on the taxi’s back seat.

My hand undid the buttons of your coat and then I parted the opening. Your nipples harden as the cool air embraced your skin. Tiny goose flesh appeared, but it’s more the excitement than the coolness.

Having your pussy on display to the world always exhilarated you. The sense of freedom was indescribable. A small trickle of pussy juice oozed between your labia as physical evidence of this joy.

“Go ahead and get yourself off!” I suggested. I knew that next to your exhibitionist streak, you liked sex in public places. We had done all kinds of places, but not a big city. Especially NYC.

It didn’t take the cabby long to figure out what was going on. He adjusted his mirror to get a better view of your public masturbation.

Now you really went to town. Playing with your tits as we drove down the avenues you really were getting hot. Playing the wanton slut made you feel in control. Since you had the drivers undivided attention, you worked harder on your own pleasure.

The feeling of wetness between your fingers increased till you were sloppy wet. You put your cum laden fingers under my nose. The scent of your hot pussy juice always drives me wild. Around my mouth your fingers traced my lips and then entered my mouth. I sucked on the acidic moistness. I loved it.

It didn’t take much longer and you climax. New York watched, the cabby watched, and your lover watched. Oh the relief was so, so wonderful.

“Here’s our stop.” I announced as the taxi pulled to the curb.

“Better button up.” I suggested.

I paid the driver and as he took off we surveyed the brownstone nondescript building. A sidelong glance and slight nod of my head and we walked together arm in arm to the double doors. I pressed the buzzer and within moments the door came open.

The entrance had an old-world decadence. A slight musty decaying odor filled the air. Lighting was indirect with strategically placed candles, some alone and some in groups, very gothic. It should be, the place was named “The Vault”.

I signed the register took our room key and scanned about the entrance foyer.

Little knots of people gathered some totally nude, others dressed in leather corsets or g-strings even some in feathered masks. My nipples stiffened with anticipation of the weekend yet started.

Your hand sought mine out and squeezed it. “This is pretty awesome James. How did you find it?”

“The web is a wonderful place. And since you were curious about some bondage, well I thought, ‘You know ,Mona I think would really go for this.’ Anyway it seems pretty neat and a nice way to spend a mid-winter’s weekend.” I explained as we surveyed the foyer.

That lustful stare with those piercing green eyes looked up at me and then you kissed me .

Our room was on the fourth floor. It had a four poster queen sized bed. Each post had silken ropes already attached and ready for play. The marble-topped sideboard had a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. Next to the bucket were two crystal champagne flutes. Large Mirrors were hanging on the walls.

I started the shower and after we both were fluffed and puffed. I popped the cork on the champagne.

You were lying against me on the bed with your head tucked into my chest. Absentmindedly stroking my pubic hair. We sipped the cool liquid and begun to relax. It had been three months since we had seen each other last and there was a pent up sexual tension that needed to be released.

I cupped your right breast with my right hand and tweaked your nipple. I would pull vertically on the teat stretching it as far as it could go. Then I let go and it would return only to start the whole process again. It was hard as a cherrystone and you moaned with each pull and release.

My other hand gently massaged the expanse of your belly. Up and down in light circles occasionally brushing your pussy hairs. It was working the magic. You were becoming very aroused. 

“Oh, God that’s heavenly.” You murmured. “I can’t wait until I feel a hard cock in this pussy that is in sore need of attention.”

Rolling on top of me you pressed your lips to mine. Light kisses and little stabs with your tongue into my hungry mouth. A pressure caused by the circular motion of the slow grind of your pelvis stimulated my penis. You worked your way towards my nipples and sucked them vigorously. They hardened and the sensation was exquisite. My breathing became more erratic and deeper as you continued to lick your way to my awaiting groin. You sucked my scrotum taking each cum-filled nut into your mouth stimulating them with the movement of your skilled tongue. Applying gentle suction increased the stimulation.

Turning your body 180 degrees you maneuvered the stanky cunt to my face. Once in position you rose up smothering me with your cum flowing womanhood.

“LICK MY HOT CUNT!” you ordered as you grind the labia into my obedient mouth.

I lapped the wet pussy. Your juices covered my nose, mouth, and chin. I couldn’t get enough. To be your sex-toy is my burning desire. You pressed downwards and rocked back and forth over my entire face drenching me in pussy cum. Holding my balls in your left hand you kept a consistent pulling tension stretching my hairy scrotum and all the while jacking my fully engorged penis with your right hand.

I twisted my erect nipples as the chaotic sensations of being submissive, servicing my Mistress, and submerged in total sexual stimulation broke through any last barriers of resistance.

“OH,GOD! OH GOD!” came the muffled cry as my orgasm emerged.

Thick, creamy gobs of hot jism flew onto your rounded belly and between your breast. As you continued to jack me off at a furious rate more sperm shot out of my balls onto your clasping fist dribbling down over my cock and scrotum.

The visual spectacle and the munching of your pussy caused you to achieve your release too.

“OH FUCK…..OH FUCKKKK…..EAT MY PUSSY HARDER JAMES……. OHHhhhhhh…..YESSSSSS!”

With both hands on my cock your mouth encircled my engorged penis and applied pressure with your teeth to the extremely tender cockhead as you continued to grind my face with your pussy. The pleasure was nearly painful, but I was grateful for your attention as you suck the remaining cum from my spent balls.

We collapsed together awashed in the cleansing aftermath of total coital contentment. 

Part 2

After a relaxing nap followed by a quick shower we dressed and went to the dining room.

You dressed in a gauzy ancient Greek-styled short gown wearing no undergarments. The sides were barely attached allowing your body the freedom as if you were wearing not a stitch of clothing. You made up your eyes in an ancient Egyptian style. To complete the look a beautiful museum quality Egyptian necklace and earrings completed the effect. You were dazzling.

I wore a similar styled Grecian tunic. Before leaving the room you had snapped a leather cock ring into place around my organ. It goes without question, not including the tunic, that was all I was wearing.

We were seated and after ordering cocktails we survey the other guest that were dining.

It was a very interesting array of taste. All the guests were in some sort of costume or in some state of undress. In fact some were absolutely naked. 

One woman was dressed in a black leather G-string with thigh high black leather boots. Her companion was naked save for a spiked dog collar. A leash was attached to the collar and he remained on his knees by her side through out dinner. We watched fascinated while she feed him scrapes from her plate.

Another couple ate their meal only attired in mask of fantastically colored feathers. She was jerking him off as they laughed and continued their meal as if they were the only ones in the room. 

It was within this electric atmosphere that a plump woman in her late fifties sat down at our table. You were on her left and I was on her right. She was clothed in a black merry widow that let her rather full matronly breast spill over the top revealing her large areola and thick nipples. She wore no underpants, but had a thick forest of black and gray pubic hair very much on public display. Straddling the chair she kept her thighs wide spread allowing a full view of her sex.

“Welcome to the Vault. I’m your hostess this evening. Stella is my name.” She smiled at us then continued. “You must be James. And this charming creature must be Mona. What wonderful eyes you have my dear, such an intense shade of green. Your make-up really does a great job of showing them off to advantage.”

“Nice to meet you.” We replied. “Did you get my request in order for this evening?” I asked.

“Of course.” Came the demure answer with a hint of lecherous humor. “You and your little pet will have the absolute time of your lives.”

“James tells me that you have expressed an interest in some bondage and some light spanking.” Stella addressed you like it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

You blushed, giggled nervously saying, “Well yes I did say I wouldn’t mind sometime.”

“Excellent! You two finish dinner and I’ll return to escort you to our next stop.”

Stella kissed us both fully on the mouth lingering on yours a little longer then walked away her plump ass swaying sensuously.

The dinner completed, satiated we waited sipping our coffee. Stella returned.

“It’s time to continue our evening elsewhere.” Stella continued, “Come let’s go.” And taking us by the hand she escorted us to the awaiting pleasure.

The room was spacious. The walls were a deep burgundy. Gold framed paintings of satyrs and nymphs were on the walls. Various erotic sculptures were about the room. One was a six feet erect penis done in living color. A large vulva, completely realistic, was displayed next to the penis on a short Roman column. The lighting was soft and demure.

“Step over here Mona!” ordered Stella. You walked over and had a set of leather shackle buckled on each ankle. It was impossible for you to close your legs since a four feet long wooden pole connected to the shackles kept them apart. It also made it very difficult to walk.

“Surprised? You needn’t be. That pussy of yours will be on display the entire evening. All strangers, guest and whoever I choose will have complete access at all times.” Explained our matronly hostess.

Pulling you over a padded horse, Stella strapped both of your wrists down. Next the little gown was striped from your plump body. There you were exposed and vulnerable for all to see, touch and use. 

Crack! Stella’s full hand landed on your naked buttock leaving a full handprint. Several more were directed on to the ample target turning the white skin a rosy shade of pink. All the while you grew hotter. The sensation of bondage and security it provided was extremely stimulating causing your pussy to become so wet it began to drip down your thigh. Stella noted the wetness and picking up a butt-plug from a nearby table moistened the device in your hot pussy before inserting it into your exposed rectum. The pressure at first shocked you, but the sensation caused an increase in your sexual tension. Stella smacked you a few more times on your redden buttocks then strolled over to me.

“Turn you on James?” She asked coyly as she squeezed my hardening penis. She then commanded me to bend over and touch my ankles. Applying a large dollop of KY jelly to the end of another butt plug she pushed the hard rubber into my waiting asshole. It felt good and I gasped a little as the plug was seated in place. Your view was unimpeded. You could see the sweat forming on my body as it grew warmer.

“That turn you on too?” Stella asked you looking you in the eyes. “Watch this.” She then turned around and pulled off the tunic I was wearing. The cockring that I had on was doing its job well. My engorged member throbbed with every heartbeat as it does when I get sexually aroused. Grabbing me by my cock she pulled me closer to you then just inches from your face she shoved me on to my knees. 

“Lick she commanded!” and presented the gray haired pussy to my face as Stella sat on a high stool. This took place directly in front of you. You watched getting wetter as I sucked the matron’s pussy. Within minutes her cunt smell filled your nostrils and you would have loved to have touched yourself, but the bondage would not allow you that simple pleasure it just made you hotter.

Stella rubbed her pussy back and forth over my face and uttered low moaning sounds as she neared her climax. “Oh God yes!” she cried and let herself go into her first orgasm of the evening.

I was very horny and a mere touch would have me shooting off. I love nothing more than to service my lover to orgasms. Our eyes met and you mouthed “Thank you.”

You had told me about your fantasies and I wanted to serve you well. Therefore I arranged this as a fitting beginning to our sexual adventures. The bond of understanding grew between us binding the ropes of erotic passion for a long time.

A resounding slap on your buttocks broke the revelry. Then Stella laid over you caressing your buttocks occasionally gliding a hand over your pussy. She kissed the back of your neck and kissed your ears. In a low whisper soft, but loud enough for me to hear she said, “I have a special treat in store for you, Mona, darling. “Look to your left!”

Through the door came three men wearing loose dressing gowns. A snap of Stella’s fingers and they dropped the gowns to the floor. Your eyes nearly popped right out. 

“These are my Hung-men of the Apocalypse” she giggled.

Hung they were. Two guys boasted at least a ten-inch dick and one guy had around twelve inches minimally. They slowly jacked their cocks till they hardened. Their thick roots must have been three to Four inches in diameter.

“Well my dear,” inquired Stella. “Are you up to the challenge?”

“Ah,yes. At least I think so.” Came your awed reply. Your brain reeled with the sight of the humongus manmeat. With eyes darting from penis to penis you became hotter and hotter and the trickle in your pussy became a torrential downpour.

“Good! Alright boys you have your instructions.”

The men ambled towards you their proud erections waving about. In the rarified atmosphere the plan began to unfold. Stella had the men dip their huge cocks into a large glass jar full of perfumed body oil. They then began to rub the oils into your waiting skin using their hardened rods as applicators.

Your moaning grew louder as the erections rubbed your face, thighs and calves at the same time. As you tried to reach out with your mouth and suck any cock near your face the guys would playfully moved them just an inch or so away and wag them. “Want to suck this baby?” “Not yet darling!” came their teasing remarks. Then they resumed the oil rubbing.

Stella came up to you and began twisting and pulling your nipples. As you moaned she placed a clamp on each nipple. The clamp had a string with a small weight on the end. The weight pulled your nipples to points. There was just enough tension created by gravity that made you hover between agony and ectasy. 

Sitting on the tall stool Stella shoved her saturated fuck hole towards your mouth placing a leg over each of your shoulders. “Suck this slut!” she commanded.

You licked her obediently. Her cunt’s aroma making you drunk with desire. Stella grunted as you applied pressure with your tongue to her swollen clitoris. All this while Stella kept an iron grip on my scrotum. “Is this what you wanted for your little mistress James? She’s a fine cunt lapper. Do you think she’ll be able to deal with the boys? Hmmmm?” Then Stella had another orgasm.

“Go on. Go suck your slut’s pussy.” Stella positioned me between your thighs looking towards your pubes.

The smell of your cunt was strong and very exciting. I barely began to lick your clit when the shudder of your first orgasm rocked your entire body.

“Oh fucking God yes!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. “Uhhhhhh!”

If it wasn’t for the support of the padded saw horse you would have sunk to the ground. With barely time to recover from the explosive orgasm, the first massive dick shoved itself into your well-lubricated quim. You never had experienced the like of this before and with the first hard slamming thrust you quickly came again. I continued to work on your clit with my tongue as the cock seesawed in side your gushing cunt. Then Stella guided the 12-inch cock to your greedy mouth.

The bulb of his swollen cock head was enormous and was a chore to get into your mouth, but Stella was determined that you would take more and pushed the man’s buttocks to indicate that he should continue entry into your mouth. You though you would gag at first, however you were equally determined to swallow as much of that monster as you could. 

As the giant cock fucked your mouth Stella applied a hint more downward pressure on the nipple weights. It was almost uncomfortable, but deliciously so. The doggy style fucking and the cunt licking continued unabated adding to your lust. You were screaming at this point as the rear man slapped your ass repeatedly. No one heard a thing because your mouth was so crammed full of cock. This weird sensation of screaming yet being unable to hear was pushing the envelope.

Then you started on an orgiastic roller coaster ride. One wave upon another washed over your libido. Liberating the closed self, opening like a flower petal by petal by petal. It was Wagnerian in scale. You consciously tried to separate the fucking from the fellatio from the cunnilingus and try as you may they just blended together. The room grew dark and you just passed out.

When you came to the 12-inch cock was directly in front of your face. The man fucking you from the rear disengaged and came around to put his reddened cock near your face. He jerked off and shot his spunky load towards your open mouth. The jism struck you on your upper lip and then directly onto your tongue. The next few spurts landed on your hair. He then held his cock steady as you cleaned him with your willing tongue.

Stella lick the cum from your face as the second man mounted you from the rear. He bucked wildly and your hips met his hard thrusts. Slipping her tongue into your mouth, Stella allowed you to taste the newly spewed cum. 

She then grabbed me by the scrotum and commanded you to suck my cock. “Go ahead Mona isn’t this what you wanted. To cut loose all that false bullshit about societal rules and letting your lover have the best fucking slut he has ever known. Go on and show him just how lewd you can be.”

“Shove that cock here now!” you yelled. “Let me chew that dick.” And you did. It was the best fellating of my life. Your tongue searched my groin and my scrotum knowing that it was my most sensitive area. I moaned as you licked and sucked.

The man who had been pumping your cunt took his placed beside me. Stella pulled me back and he took my place. He shoved his cock into you mouth and within moments your expert mouth had him cumming like a fire hose. You gagged from the shock of the amount of ejaculate. Yet you swallowed the loaded and cleaned him with your tongue.

Overwhelmed with pride of a lover who’s mistress exceeded his wildest expectations, I dropped to my knees and kissed you fully on the lips tasting your saliva, Stella’s cunt juice and the cum of the two men. 

The 12-inch cock now touched your labia and pushed past any resistance your well lubed pussy could offer. Your facial expression was that of a lustful slut getting her best fucking ever. “HARDER! Fuck me harder!” He pounded your ass. The slapping sound as his pelvis hit your ass gave the staccato cadence to the scene. You truly were reaching that point of no return and started yelling. “FUCK,FUCK ME,FUCK ME HARDER,HARDER.”


The Cab Ride



It seemed every cab in the city had passed her by. In fact, some had probably circled around just to really piss her off, she thought to herself. The relentless rain poured down. The water-logged copy of the evening news was a miserable substitute for her umbrella. That had been turned inside out by a gust of wind, like a pair of laundered socks, and she had dumped it ungraciously in the nearest trash can. Her raincoat was virtually worthless. "Damn that dry cleaner! He promised it wouldn't hurt the waterproofing. God damn it!" Her silk blouse adhered to her skin like a child's soak-and-peel tattoo. The wind skittered around the bottom of her coat, tickling her calves and drawing any body heat off through her sodden stockings. In that moment, she couldn't remember ever being any more uncomfortable.

Just as she turned and was about to give up on humanity and taxi drivers forever, she saw a flash out of the corner of her eye. Turning back over her shoulder, a cab was forcing its way over to the curb from the second lane, high beams insisting on getting her attention. She stopped until the late model GM sedan could maneuver up next to her. She thought wryly to herself, "You see, you just have to get pissed off enough that someone finally notices." But, still, a grateful smile escaped her lips and she slipped inside the back door. 

The darkness of the interior robbed her of her sight momentarily. The aromas of the carpet, the upholstered seats, the bodies, cigarettes and perfumes of a thousand passengers before her filled her head. "Are you headed uptown?" In that same instant she became aware of her fellow rider sitting across from her. Her eyes were still adjusting, straining to gather up what few light waves passed through the tinted windows from the street outside. She could only make out a hint of his shape. "Yes, 77th and Lex," she said, turning to repeat the directions to the driver. "Thanks for stopping, I really appreciate it." 

"My pleasure. Something about a night not fit for man nor beast, and certainly not a lady soaked to the skin." She couldn't tell if he smiled at his own twist on the cliché. As the humidity rose off her coat and hit the chilled glass it steamed the windows like a bathroom mirror. The effect was to throw him into silhouette against a diffused halo of back light, obliterating any details. Her mind raced to fill in the blanks and she began to paint a picture of the mysterious companion on the canvas of darkness.

She settled into her own private corner of the back seat and stared out the window, now sand-blasted with condensation. So, who was this man? What did he look like? And why had he noticed her on the street? She wondered all these things to herself. But then her thoughts drifted off after nothing in particular. As she watched the storefronts crawl by, she was startled by a sensation on her leg, just above her knee. She brushed at the nonexistent distraction. Was that her coat falling against her skin, or had he grazed her? And was it an accident, or had he intentionally reached out in the darkness to touch her? She laughed at her own thought. How could anyone be so brazen, especially in this town, the capital of keep-to-yourself anonymity. The passing street lights counted off the minutes; maybe five, maybe ten.

Then she felt it again. Just a pair of fingertips lighting along the side of her knee where her skirt ended. Along with it came a sensation in the pit of her stomach. Not one of fear or uneasiness, but one of excitement and wondering. Should she respond? Should she turn and confront him? "Get your fucking hands off of me, you creep!" Something told her this would be an inappropriate response to her savior. Perhaps she should continue to feign unawareness. She decided this was the best course, at least until she knew where this was going. Maybe, without any response, he'll just fade back into the shadow. Or would he get bolder until she couldn't deny it any longer? 

The feeling in her stomach had begun to spread up into her chest and out toward her shoulders. She recognized its resemblance to giddiness. Her mouth began to go dry. All of a sudden she flashed on a pre-pubescent memory of her body's first stirrings triggered by a brief eye contact with one of the boys in her grade school class. She couldn't even remember his name right now, but for the first time since she was twelve she recalled that moment and the flood of sensations and the thoughts beyond the grasp of her understanding. It was just like what she felt right now.

As she replayed that long-buried memory in her mind, she also carefully kept monitoring the present situation. His fingertips continued to lightly stroke, almost imperceptibly, just above the side of her knee. In a heartbeat she decided her unresponsiveness could no longer be sustained. She reached out and returned his touch on the back of his hand. He stopped, inverted his hand and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze, accepting her acknowledgement. They had entered into an unspoken agreement. He returned his attentions to her thigh, only now with a tacit approval.

She settled back into her seat and closed her eyes. The arrhythmic blaring of dozens of taxi horns and the crackling of the dispatcher's radio were the only sounds. The light filtering through the moisture on the window danced across her eyelids. Her mind seemed to take on a divided vision, like a chameleon, with one part of her consciousness training an eye on the present, and another keeping an eye rotated toward the past. The stranger's hand now insistently invaded her inner thigh. Keeping with their silent contract, she relaxed and her legs parted slightly.

Meanwhile, more memories began to surface. Shuffling awkwardly at the seventh grade dance with her first "boyfriend" as he pressed his hormone-engorged penis against her hipbone; not having thought about this in over two decades, she suddenly understood why he had groaned softly in her ear and then excused himself to the bathroom when the song ended. Then there was an all-consuming crush on her social studies teacher, a journeyman educator just out of college. She often lay in bed at night, touching herself, and wondering what he would look like naked. She tried to imagine him touching the sprouting nubs on her chest and what that would feel like. She tried to picture him lying on top of her, his member where her fingers were now, but this was beyond her experience and the image was fuzzy and undefined.

The warm fingers of her unseen companion found the top of her stockings. Just a hand's width across bare skin and he would find her panties, now beginning to feel damp like her blouse. She opened herself, inviting him to explore further. The first contact of skin to skin was like the heat of an overburdened electrical cord sucking too much energy through itself.

Another memory: of the first time she was ever touched "down there". It felt incredibly strange and foreign, not at all like when she touched herself. In a way it wasn't pleasant, too rough. But there was something suggestive in it, suggestive of the possibilities of more.

Now she was experiencing those possibilities. His finger found the edge of her panties. Her secretions seeped forth, making the cloth barrier a mere formality. His digit found the center of her sex and she bit her lip in a combination of satisfaction, "Finally.", and anticipation, "Please." He began a slow circumambulation, like a pilgrim at a shrine. She began to push her pelvis in a counter-rhythm, increasing and decreasing the pressure he put on her bud.

Her mind integrated the two experiences, the past and the present, into one. In a sort of liquid reality she was a teenager again, exploring the frontiers of her sensuality, only this time there was no fear of a midnight curfew or, worse, her "reputation" being spread around school. She was there living out that common adult fantasy of "if I had known then what I know now." Here it was, then and now all rolled into one.

His fingers slipped past the edge of her panties. For a moment they felt cool against her moist warmth. Then, there was a heat from inside as first one finger slipped through her puffy lips then a second. He was finger fucking her, there was no other way to put it, and it was delicious. She felt the weight of his body as he slid across next to her. With his free hand he deftly unbuttoned her blouse, tugging it out from the waistband of her skirt. He peeled it back from her skin like peeling back the latex skin from the top of a not-quite-closed can of paint to reveal the hidden color underneath. He pushed her bra up off her breasts, immediately swooping down to take one almost entirely in his mouth while he cupped the other in his hand. His palm was warm on her rain-cooled skin and his tongue was soft on her nipple.

She remembered the first time she'd had her breasts fondled. It was that summer at the lake and her older brother's best friend, Jim, had been the one. They had been swimming most of the day, playing water games, and he had caught her underwater a couple of times, but in the liquid realm they had casually slipped past each other with none of the others noticing. Back at the cabin, as the sun went down, he approached her from behind as she hung her towel on the old clothesline. She was still wearing the bikini that covered her burgeoning breasts and showed off her hips that were losing their boyish slimness. He kissed her on the nape of her neck while his arms wrapped under hers to cup her youthful mounds. She froze, then melted, turning to him, his mouth on hers, while he squeezed her bikini top and pinched her nipples just a little too hard. Though she'd wished for it to happen again, that was the last contact they ever had.

Now her attentive companion was delicately feasting on the sweetness of her bosom, licking her cleavage like he was catching an errant drip from a summer ice cream cone. All the while his other hand was still slurping in and out of the cleft between her legs, stopping regularly to do a circle dance on her clitoris, raising her to a fevered pitch. The hair on her mound was matted with wetness and the scent of her arousal wove itself into the olfactory tapestry of the cab.

In the past her lovers had always just manipulated her sex to prepare her to be penetrated by their cocks. They poked and prodded in a way that never even had her approach the edge of, much less fly off the precipice of climax. Only one had ever ventured to lick the secret folds of her femininity. But now her new lover was touching her in a way completely unlike she would touch herself but also in a way she had always wished for.

The upsurge of impending orgasm swelled in her, first in her loins, then rising through her belly, then pouring back down on her cunt like molten steel being poured from the blast furnace. As the sensation hit home it splattered and sparked out across her body, her back arching to absorb it.

As a girl she had always felt like an object of some boy's sexual exploration, but too scared to venture out on her own. Now, emboldened by the wanton actions of her shadowy lover, she reached out to discover more of him and herself. She quickly found the front to his trousers and reached through the opening of his shorts to grasp his erection. It was smooth and the skin was taut. She ran her finger along the seam on the underside of his shaft. It led her to the mushroom-capped crown which she ran over with her thumb like fingering a worry stone. A drop of liquid lubricated the pad of her thumb as she rolled it over the head of his cock and then began to stroke his length.

She remembered the revulsion she felt the first time she ever heard about taking a man's penis into her mouth. The sheer foreignness of the idea stayed with her right up until a guy in college had pushed her head into his crotch, urging her to suck him. Over the years she had performed a number of blow jobs, never enthusiastically. Now, in the safety of the darkness, she freed his cock, exposing it to the night air. Holding down the waistband of his shorts, she slipped down on his shaft with her mouth until his pubic hair tickled her nose. She slid back up, lightly grazing her teeth along the top and bottom before sucking her mouth back down on him. His cock danced and jerked in her mouth and she delighted in the sensations she must be causing. She clamped her lips over the head of his cock while she bathed it with her tongue. Her thumb and forefinger making a loose ring around it, she stroked him lightly, then vigorously, then lightly again.

But now she wanted more. Releasing him, she climbed up on the seat and straddled his lap. With one arm around his neck, she used the other to pull her soaked panties aside. He guided himself toward her opening hovering over him. The head of his cock pushed past her outer lips. She froze for a moment, just taking in the feeling of it barely inside her, before slumping on top of him, impaling herself and burying him to the hilt in her pussy. She just lay on him, luxuriating in the fullness of him inside her.

Now it would be obvious what was happening in the back of the cab. If he'd been driving for long, the cabbie would undoubtedly have seen such behavior before. Besides, what could he really see, she wondered to herself, besides their two bodies hulking in his mirror, their overcoats drawn around them like capes. At this point she frankly didn't care.

She began a slow, rhythmic dance. Up. Then down. Forward. Then back. Up again. And down again. He met her efforts, grabbing her hips and pulling himself hard up into her. With each completion she let out a quiet groan of satisfaction into his ear. She picked up the pace. It was equally pleasing to feel him at the entrance to her flower as well as buried in her womb. Back and forth she rode him.

All of a sudden images of a Friday night school bus ride going back across town from a volleyball game. The talk in the back of the bus center centered on who was doing what with whom, how and how often. Though she pretended to understand and laughed giddily with the rest of the girls, in her mind she could scarcely conceive of some of the things being mentioned. But a phrase she hadn't thought about since that time appeared in her consciousness. For once she appreciated the colorfully descriptive "riding the wild unicorn".

Her lover bent forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He reached and placed his thumb over her clit. But at this she stopped him. She'd already been there. Now she just wanted to feel him inside her, to milk the pleasure out of him. She clamped her muscles tight as she pulled up off him, releasing her grip to slide back down. He thrust himself up into her repeatedly until she felt his whole body tense. His fingers dug into the small of her back and he pulled her down, holding her fast on top of him, crushing her against his chest.

Then she felt it. His cock began to spasm and pump. Then she felt his warmth flood her insides. It was as if she could feel is come coat her sweetwalls and roll back down on his cock.

He released his grip on her torso and, reluctantly, she swung her leg off of him. For the first time she looked over at him and saw his eyes. His look, his smile offered a silent "thank you, that was wonderful". The cab slowed to a stop and her companion quickly adjusted his clothing while shoving a few bills forward to the driver. He looked back at her for a moment, then swooped in on her mouth for a long, delicate kiss, a kiss that left her no doubt that while he would never see her again, he would never forget her. And with that, he exited the cab and disappeared into the rainy night.

"77th and Lexington, you said, right?" The cabbie's voice broke her spell. 

"Ummh, oh, yes, 77th & Lex." For the first time she became aware of the beating of her heart, still accelerated from their mad coupling. It pounded in her ears over the light swoosh of the tires cutting through the water on the street.



The Cab Ride



We emerged from the hotel, arm in arm, chatting casually, and constantly looking into each other's eyes. I asked the doorman to flag us a cab, and we waited a moment. As we waited, you leaned into me, and we embraced. You told me how happy you are, how right this feels, how aroused you are physically, mentally, and emotionally, every moment that you are with me. I placed my palms to the sides of your face, held your head back, and looked into your eyes. "You know I feel exactly the same, Summer," I told you.

The cab arrived, and I opened the door for you. You smiled at me and slid across the seat so I could hop in. You looked into my eyes, and thought you caught a hint of mischief. But then you dismissed the thought, as you remembered to yourself, "He is always mischievous," and smiled. You looked out the window and watched, as the cab passed down Lakeside Drive, with a view of Lake Michigan.

You seemed lost in thought as I slid my hand up underneath your skirt, up your thighs, to find that you had no panties on. You hadn't noticed my hand on your thighs, but as it reached all the way up, brushing your lips, I caught your attention. You looked over at me. I had an idea. I slid my hands to the hem of your skirt and grabbed it. I slipped your skirt up and pushed it up all the way until the skirt was bunched around your waist and your bare ass was pressed against the seat of the cab.

I grabbed your hand…and slid it to your mouth…leading you to suck one finger into your mouth. I slipped your finger out of your mouth, and slid your hand down over your pussy. I leaned over and whispered into your ear, "Put on a show for him, darling." You looked at me quizzically, almost resisting, but as I pressed your fingers down to your pussy, you began to relent. You noticed how wet you were, and how good it felt.

I was sitting to the right of you. You slipped the fingers of your left hand down between your lips, spreading them apart. You rested your right hand on my thigh. As you reached your fingers up to your now hard clit, you began sliding your right hand up my thigh, until it was pressed over my rock hard cock. As your forefinger flicked back and forth at your clit, your fingers reached through my pants and squeezed my balls.

Your soft moaning caught the cabdriver's attention, and you watched him tilt the mirror down until he could see your hand at your wet pussy. The naughtiness of the situation made you even wetter, and as you slid your finger down to press it inside yourself, you began fumbling to pull my cock out of my pants. As you pressed your fingers inside your wet hole, you wrapped the fingers of your right hand tight around my cock, and began stroking it.

For several moments – I was so lost in the pleasure of the situation that I cannot remember how long – you fucked your wet pussy with your fingers while you ravenously stroked my cock with your right hand. Part of the way through the stroking, I slid my left hand under your ass with the back of my hand to the seat, and my middle finger stuck straight up in the air. Understanding my cue, you sat straight down on my finger, driving it up into your ass. Your anus was so wet from your dripping pussy that my finger went right in.

I did not intend for our "little show" to get this hot, but perhaps I had miscalculated how hot we are together. Luckily, the cab was a station wagon and had a flatbed behind the seat. What our driver was thinking, I did not know, nor – at this point – did I care. Your body was writhing in such pleasure that I am not sure you could even remember where we were. I slipped all of your clothes off of you, and pushed you to climb over the seat into the back bed of the cab. I unbuckled my pants, and slid them off; unbuttoned my shirt, and dropped it on the seat. 

You lay on your back in the flat back of the cab, and pressed your feet against the windows as I climbed over the seat and between your legs. I quickly and eagerly buried my face in your dripping wet pussy. As I thrust my tongue inside you, I pushed my thumb into your asshole. You bucked your hips up and down, pressing your pussy into my face; your ass down onto my thumb. You reached behind your head with your hands, pressing them into the window to give you leverage to push your groin harder into my face. I withdrew my tongue from your wet hole to wrap my lips around your clit. As I sucked it into my mouth, I pressed my thumb deeper into your ass, really pounding it hard now.

As we passed other cars, heads turned. They saw your feet pressed against the window on one side, your hands pressed against the window on the other side.

Finally, I rolled you over onto your hands and knees. I positioned you so that you were leaning over the seatback, your elbows on the top of the seatback, your breasts dangling down. From that position, the driver could look directly at your face, and your swaying breasts. I didn't care. It was the best position for me to get behind you.

Because the ceiling was so low to us, you could not get all the way up on your hands and knees, and I had to lay my chest across your back. Nevertheless, I drove the head of my thick cock straight into your wet, throbbing asshole. You moaned, "Ahhhhhhh John, fucccckkk meeeee!" "Yes, John!" "Fuck!" "My!" "Tight!" "Ass!"

As I planted my cock deep inside your ass, I reached underneath your body and pressed your breasts hard together. I pinched and twisted at your nipples as I drove my hips into the cheeks of your ass, allowing my thick cock to probe further inside you. 

I took one of your hands in mine and directed it down to your pussy. You reached between your legs and grabbed my balls, and I wrapped my hand around yours and guided it back to your pussy. You began fucking yourself with two fingers as I pounded away at your tight ass with my cock, and pinched, twisted and tugged your nipples with my fingers.

"Oh God, John!" you yelled. "Don't stop fucking my ass! Oh my God!"

"Yes, Summer," I replied. "Take my cock. Take it. Squeeze it with that tight ass. Oh. Yeesssss"

I noticed the cabdriver had pulled into an alley to park next to our new apartment building. In fact, he had the door open, watching us. He pulled out his cock and stroked as he watched and listened to us fuck.

Your body writhing. Pushing your ass up into the air to meet my cock as it drove down into you. Gasping . Moaning. Floating.

You became aware of the cabdriver standing with the backdoor open. At first you were repulsed, but after a moment it made you even wetter to see his big cock just a foot from your face.

"Oh John!" You moaned. "I am going to cum soon. Let me suck his cock while I cum."

"Yes, Summer," I replied. "Take that cock in your mouth. Suck him dry. Make him cum when you do."

You licked his cock for a moment, but quickly took it all into your mouth. As you felt the head of his cock touch the back of your throat, the physical and mental pleasure overcame you. I had driven my cock deep into your ass at the precise moment his cock touched the back of your throat. Your body convulsed. The convulsion caused your lips to squeeze around his cock as your tongue slid along the vein; it caused your ass to clench around my cock.

In one infinitesimally small second, you gasped around his cock as your whole body shook in orgasm. It caused your lips to suck the cum straight out of his cock at the same time that your ass squeezed mine. He pulled his out and shot it onto your face, down onto your breasts. You eagerly swallowed every drop you could get your tongue on. I buried mine into your ass one last time as I planted my cum as deep inside you as I could. I began to go limp and pull my cock out. You reached down with your fingers to catch the cum that followed my cock out of your ass. You licked up every last drop, mixing my cum with his in your mouth.

We embraced for a moment, but realizing where we were again, we climbed back over the seat and quickly dressed. As we began to walk away from the cab to our new apartment building I remembered something. "By the way Summer, meet Dave. Also known as the cabdriver. He is a friend of mine."

You looked at me with that knowing look. I had planned it all along. And you loved every moment. And that was why you were with me. 

I put my hand around your shoulders and squeezed you close to me as we walked into our new apartment building.



The Cab Ride



I smelt her before I ever saw here. The sweet succulent cologne she wore wafted through the air as she walked briskly past me, my backside to her, making its way into my nasal cavity causing my head to snap in her direction. "What is it?" April, the friend I was talking to asked me.

"Did you smell that?" I asked with a sense of urgency, like I was asking if she knew whether the shot that killed Kennedy came from the schoolbook depository or the grassy knoll.

"Smell what?" She responded with a questioning look in her eye.

"That woman who just walked by. Do you know her?" I asked referring to the strong sexy butch that was now standing at the bar ordering a drink. 

"Can't say that I've ever seen her before. But fuck, she's hot." April replied as her eyes examined the specimen who had introduced herself to me with her pheromones.

"You're kidding, right? You fucking know everyone, but you don't know who she is?" I was hopping April was giving me a hard time and that she in fact knew this amazing goddess and that she would introduce me to her. 

"Man, I wish I did. But you're not the only one interested." She said smiling at me. 

"I saw her first, April."

"I'm well aware that you smelled her first, but that's not what I'm talking about. She's totally checking you out." 

"What?" I gasped spinning around so quickly that I collided with the woman attempting to walk past me, spilling my drink all over her silk top. "Oh my God!" I'm so sorry." I said as I tried to recover from a very embarrassing display of grace.

"Excuse me, but I think my friend here has had enough to drink for the night." I heard the unknown songbird like alto voice say from behind me, cutting off my repeated apologies and attempts to blot the woman's blouse with my napkin. "She's very sorry about the accident, here's my card," she said reaching into her jacket pocket retrieving a business card and handing it to the stained, but very charmed woman. "Please feel free to call me about the cleaning bill. That's a magnificent blouse, I'd hate to see it spoiled by a glass of cheap red wine."

I stood motionless, as charmed as the stranger who now at least knew the name of the woman who had insulted my choice of wine. But that didn't seem to matter much; my senses had been catapulted into overdrive by her sweet aroma. This mystery butch was a divine speaker with a soothingly rich voice and a decadently packaged toned exterior. 

I didn't say another word to the woman I had spoiled with my drink, nor to April, but rather willingly allowed myself to be lead from the bar by this avenger of a goddess. "You insulted my taste in wine." I finally sputtered once we reached the street outside. 

"It was a cheap brand." She answered taking a cigarette from a slick case and lighting it. 

"How would you know?" I shot back in self-defense despite the fact that she was correct. It had been a cheap band from a bad year making it's selection all that more worse. 

"Before you emptied your you glass rather rudely on top of that poor woman, I asked the bartender what you were drinking, so that I could get you another." She replied smoothly exhaling a drag. "Your names Jackie, isn't it?" she questioned.

"Yeah, how did you know?" I asked in shock. I wasn't really upset that she had insulted my drink, I just didn't know what else to say other than I wanted to be fucked by her so bad I was already drenched in wetness. 

"Yeah, I've seen you around."

"You have?" She gave a small laugh, the surprise must have been apparent on my face. 

"Yeah, I have. So now that I have you alone, what would you like to do?" She asked with a hidden agenda in her eyes. "I suppose I should introduce myself first, I'm Ryan" she said softly shaking my outstretched hand. "Do you like Thai, there is this wonderful place near my flat we could go to. It stays open late."

"Ah, yeah I do, but." I said as ungracefully as I had moved only minutes earlier. 

"If you would rather go back inside I'd understand." She said nonchalantly. 

"No, that's not what I meant."

"Okay, then lets grab a cab. It's a bit of a walk."

My mind was sill racing as Ryan hailed a cab and opened its back door allowing me to slide in and to the other side. 

"So, what do you do?" she asked calmly as she started to undo my belt.

"Ah, I'm a teacher." I responded as I watched her unbutton my pants and slowly unzip my fly.

She looked up at me with a pleased look on her face, "Really?" she said both in response to my answer and her surprise with the lack of underwear beneath my jeans. "How long have you been teaching," she continued as she slid her middle finger over my blood filled clit.

"Oh...about five years now." I said trying not to reveal to the driver that I was about to be fucked in his backseat.

"Do you like it?" she asked, her play on words perfect. She didn't care if I liked teaching, she wanted to know id I liked what she was doing to my body.

"Yeah...Yeah I like it a lot." I answered lowering my body down into the seat slightly so that her angle on my clit would be better. 

"How did you get into it?"

"Ah..." I moaned as she teased my already throbbing cunt. "I met this woman who got me out of a jam and introduced me to the joys of education."

"Don't you think that the joys of education are underrated?" she asked still teasing my clit.

"Yes, yes I do. I love to be educated in new and exciting ways."

"So you appreciate new experiences and encounters?" she asked as she tapped my hole with her fingers. I could hear the sound of my cunt every time she removed her fingers from its sticky wetness.

"Yes, I enjoy being educated."

"Good, I enjoy educating."

I was on the verge of orgasm. My entire body was quivering with her every touch. She was fucking my mind and my body, her sent holding my senses captive. 

"That will be twenty-five bucks lady." Came the voice of the cabbie as he parked the car along side the curb. Ryan removed her hand from my pants and handed over thirty dollars to the driver with her dry hand, as I quickly buttoned my pants.

As we got out of the cab I looked up and down the street but didn't see any restaurants. "So where's your place?" I asked, my cunt still throbbing.

"It's right up stairs." She responded taking out her keys. "What do you say we work up a good appetite? The place is a twenty-four hour joint." 

I followed Ryan into her flat, "Would you like something to drink?" she asked locking the door behind us.

"No thank you." I said looking around her beautifully decorated residence. Her bed was situated in the rear of the oversized room, opposite the door.

"Would you like me to finish what I started?" She quizzed wrapping her hands around my waist and quickly undoing my pants, pulling them down around my ankles. 

"Yes." I answered taking a deep breath as she stood back up pushing me over the back of the couch and kicking my legs apart as wide as they would go.

"I love fucking other butches." She said unzipping her blue jeans. "It's hot. Like gay male sex."

I turned my head and saw that Ryan had been packing, wearing a strap-on the entire night. She reached over to the end table and opened the top drawer removing a package condom.

"Do you like it in the ass?" she asked as she carefully slipped the rubber over her boi cock.

"Yes." I replied, taking another deep breath. My cunt was pounding. As much as it excited me to be fucked in the ass, I wanted her to fuck my cunt from behind.

She reached back over to the drawer and removed a bottle lube, soaking her cock with it, then set the bottle on the tabletop. She put her left hand on my shoulder and guided her cock with her right, teasing my ass hole with its tip. 

It was cold and wet; my cunt was now ripping. I could feel my cum slowly escape its origins and make its way down the inside of my leg. Ryan slowly and gently moved the head of her cock directly inline with my hole, wetting it with the lube.

"You're too tight," she whispered, "relax, its not as big as it looks."

As I started to laugh she pushed her cock inside of me, pulling my body towards her with her left hand resting on my shoulder.

"Oh Fuck! Oh God!" I cried out in pain, throwing my back into an arch. Ryan pushed me back over the side of the couch, forcing my body back towards hers again.

"Open your legs further." She ordered as she found her rhythm inside of me. I did as I was told and opened my legs, relaxing my ass and allowing Ryan to enter me farther and quicken her pace. "Do you like that?" she moaned placing her free hand on my clit, stroking it hard and fast. 

"Yeah...Yeah...oh-my-God...yeah...fuck-me-harder." I said in broken words as she forced herself deeper and harder into me allowing the entire shaft of her cock into my wide-open hole.

Her rhythm was perfect, cock and hand working as one. It didn't take long for me to ejaculate all over her hand on my clit. My knees started to give out as the near convolutions of my rgasm neared. Ryan held me over the couch pushing my torso steady onto the back cushions, refusing to pull out of me. She wasn't done; she wasn't going to let me stop at one orgasm. 

She kept fucking me, the sweat from her drenched hair falling on to my bare ass. She grunted and groaned with each forceful thrust, pulling my ass into her crotch. 

"Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah." She yelled as she began to cum. "Yeah, you like it in the ass don't you?" she demanded to know. "Tell me you like being fucked like a fag."

I came again as I gave the answer she wanted to hear, "I like being fucked like a fag."

"You like my cock inside you?"

"I like your cock in...-side of me." I replied as she pushed harder and closer. I could feel the sweaty leather of her harness on my ass with each thrust and pull. 

"You want me to cum inside you?" The mere possibility was a turn on. "You want me to fuck you in your cunt?" she yelled.

"Yes." I moaned.

She pulled out of me quickly. "Take off the condom." She ordered as she removed a new one from the drawer. I turned around quickly pulled the spoiled one off her eight inch cock and replaced it with the one she handed me. Once it was on she spun me back around forcing my upper body over the couch once more. 

She wasted no time ramming her huge cock into my saturated vortex. I came for a fifth time the minute it entered my throbbing cunt.

She fucked me again and again, over the side of the couch, against the wall wrapped around her waist, on her bed my legs in the air and on my back for hours until my whole body was drenched with sweat and ached from fucking. 

I fell asleep on her bed and woke the next morning to find Ryan laying on her back, still wearing her strap-on, cock erect. I replaced the condom from the night before with a new one, without waking her. Then straddled her and leaned down giving her a kiss. When she woke she smiled at me, grabbed my thighs tightly and started fucking me while I was kneeling over her waist. 



The Cab Ride



Setting: 1 AM, your place. You are sleeping when the phone rings.

You: Hello?

Me: I'm gonna need to see you downstairs in 5 minutes.

You: Seriously? It's late...

Me: What are you wearing right now?

You: A t-shirt and panties...I was sleeping

Me: I'll have the cabbie honk twice once we're at your place. Come down in what you're wearing now. Got it?

You: What's going on?

Me: Got it?

You: ...yes. I'll see you in 5.

Me: Good girl.

The phone goes dead.

Five minutes later you hear the car horn and head out the door. You come outside and see me sitting in the back seat of the cab, the door wide open.

Me: Hop in.

You do.

You're about to ask me what's going on when you see that my cock is out and hard. I reach up, grab you by your hair, and push your down over my erection. Like a smart gal, you start sucking rather than fighting me off. I let go of your head, letting you work my cock at your own pace as a I lean my head back and relax.

Me (to cab driver): Off we go.

The cab starts to move.

As you continue sucking my cock, slowly and with care, I slide my right hand down your back, past your ass, and slide a few fingers underneath your panties, from the back. I run my middle finger down the length of your pussy and notice that you could be a little wetter. I work my finger a little deeper and towards the farthest part of your pussy and find your clit. Applying a bit of pressure, I run the tip of my finger across it in tiny circles. You begin to writhe and moan and after a few moments, your little pussy finally gets as wet as I want it.

I take my out of your panties and grab your hair again. With one sharp movement, I push you down, driving my cock down your throat and your lips down the length of my shaft. You make a gagging noise and your head flies up off my cock. You're coughing a bit, but smiling.

I take the finger I'd had inside of you and slip it in your mouth. You lock eyes with me as you taste yourself.

Me: Take the panties off.

You do, keeping my finger in your mouth the whole time. Without needing to be told, you straddle me, sliding my cock inside of you, and start slowly riding me, your tits bouncing underneath your shirt, right in front of my face. I slide your shirt up and over your head, and work one of your pink nipples into my mouth. I suck and nibble and you ride me that much faster, when the cab stops.

I reach over and open the door.

Me: Get out.

You: But I'm naked...

Me: I'll be out there in a moment. Go over to the front of the cab, put your hands on the hood, and stay bent over until I join you.

You: ...Okay.

You get out of the car and look around. We're in an empty parking lot, early morning, and the cab is standing there, idling, with it's headlights on. You walk over the front of the cab, a light summer breeze hitting the wet all over your pussy and tits, and you stand exactly as I told you to.

You notice that in the cab I'm talking to the driver, who is staring right at your naked body. I hand him some cash and he nods, clearly agreeing to something. I get out of the cab, my jeans stil on but undone and with my cock, fully erect, sticking out. I walk over behind you, slide myself inside of you without saying a word, and start fucking the shit out of you.

Still bent over the hood of the car, you let your head drop as I continue fucking you. I grab you by your hair yet again and pull your face off the hood of the car.

Me: The cab driver has been promised continuous eye contact so you will keep your head up, got it?

You: Yes.

You look into the cab drivers eyes but try to forget that you're being watched, but can't help but feel like your body is on display. The cabbie, a man in his late 50's, is smiling at you and clearly working his own cock down by the steering wheel, out of your sight. You feel like you should be disgusted, watching him touch himself, but for whatever reason, you find that it turns you on.

At that moment, I give your ass a hard smack with my free hand and take my cock out of your pussy.

I get down low and start running my tongue down the length of your ass, stopping at your puckered little asshole. I continue tonguing you from behind until your asshole is as lubed up as necessary. I stand back up, smacking your ass that much harder so that you'll arch your back for me, and slide myself inside your tight asshole.

As you look back at the cab driver, you notice that while he's still watching you, he's now smoking a cigarette and smiling to himself. He looks at you and mouths the word, "whore". This doesn't escape me.

Me: Blow him a kiss right now.

And you do.

I continue fucking your ass, slowly at first but then with hard, powerful thrusts.

Me: I'm about to cum. We'll be doing ass to mouth today so be ready.

You: Okay.

I fuck you very quickly now and absolutely zero concern about your asshole. You moan and wiggle a the end of my dick but I stay on you, thrusting until I'm as close to completion as possible.

Me: Now.

I step back a bit and you stand up, turning quickly and dropping to your knees. You take me in your mouth, my cock tasting like your sweaty asshole, and you take a load of my cum down your throat. I let out a grunt, grab your head, and move my hips back and forth so that I'm slowly fucking your mouth, more cum coming out of my cock with each thrust.

When I finish, I pull you off of me.

Me: Done?

You: Yes.

Me: Good girl. Get back in the car.

You stumble over to the door you came out of, avoiding the cabbie's eyes.

Me: No, sit in the front passenger seat.

You stop, hearing the cabby snicker with an old man's voice and walk back around the car to the front door. You get inside and sit your bare ass down on the dirty, vinyl seat. You look over at the cabbie and notice that his cock, while limp now, is still out. He's looking at your tits, completely uninterested in your face, and then he takes the panties you were wearing before, now in his left hand, and puts them up to his nose.

You look straight ahead, with your body language shy now, and wait for me to get in the car.

A few moments later I get in the back seat.

Me: Back to her place. Honey, thank this guy for letting you get fucked on the hood of his car.

You: ...thanks.

Cab Driver: How about you thank me with a bj?

Me: You only get to watch. Don't push it.

Cab Driver: Yeah, yeah.

For the rest of the car ride, we are all quiet. We pull up in front of your place and you get out of the cab, still fully naked.

I roll down the window.

Me: I'll talk to you tomorrow.

You: ...okay. Thanks.

Me: You're welcome.



The Cab Ride



"Uh oh... I... haven't got any money..." I was in New York city for the first time, on a trip by myself in an attempt to become more independent. That was apparently not going well, as I was a bit overzealous in my shopping all evening, and was now penniless, in a cab taking me to my drab motel room. "Whadju say?" the boorish cab driver asked, half turning in his seat. 

"I... don't have any money... do you take Visa?" I pleaded. 

"Lady, does this look like a feckin department store?" He replied in anger. "This is a $60 tab, and you're gonna pay me " He continued. 

My mind raced. It was just like me to land myself in this kind of situation. I considered bartering some of my newly bought items, but I loved them all so much, and figured that the cab driver wouldn't have much use for my lacy thongs and high top leather boots. Eureka I knew just what to do. Rummaging through my bag, I pulled out a pair of red frilly panties, and the boots. 

"How about this... I feel awful, and I'll model these clothes for you to make up for the money?" It was a long shot but maybe he was horny enough to bite, and would be satisfied with a little strip tease. 

He looked back to see my chose outfit. "You gonna wear nothin but them things, and gimmie a look at your kazoos?" 

I assumed he meant breasts, and tried my best to keep a straight face an nod seductively. I was hardly self conscious of my chest. My 38D breasts were round, well formed and symmetrical. I had mesmerized many a man with them, so what was one more guy seeing them. It might even be fun to blow him away with my good looks.

I gave him a wink and asked "We have a deal?" 

"Alright little lady, lets get up to that room a yers."

He parked the car in my assigned spot and we made our way to my seedy motel door. He stood close behind me as I unlocked the door, as I opened the door, he told me to go ahead, he needed to call in and buy himself some time from the dispatcher. I replied that I would get all dressed and ready and he could come in and wait when he was done. I went into the room and unpacked my outfit, and took it to the bathroom. I got dressed, putting on the high boots, and the red lace thong. To flush things out, also put on some hoop earings, a pearl necklace (no pun intended) and some slightly whorish makeup. I realized I was actually enjoying myself, and getting rather excited.

Finally finished I opened the door. "You ready out there? I'm about to blow you away." I said as I tweaked my own nipples erect to make them hard for him. 

I walked out the door and nearly fell down in shock. There, sitting on the bed and in various places around the room, were five men, all leering at my topless body. I quickly covered up my breasts and took a step back, my back pressed against the wall. "Wha..." I started to utter, but my cab driver cut me off. 

"Well I was thinkin... and I don't think what you offered was a fair trade. So heres whats gonna happen. I know you're a tourist and don't want to run afoul of the law. You're going to come over here, and suck my cock in front of all the boys I called in, and I wont call the cops. Capiche?" 

So that's what he went and did in his car, I thought. That bastard. 

I was still in shock, but without realizing it, I found myself nodding to his demand. He smiled evilly at me and beckoned me to come forward. I uncovered my breasts and unsteadily walked ahead in my high heels. I stood up while the crowd all stared on awe at my breasts. He reached out and squeezed them both roughly, playing with them, rubbing them. He put a hand on my cheek and motioned me to the floor. I slid to my knees and stared up at him with my large eyes. He unzipped his pants and reached inside to pull out his cock. It was half hard, and very thick. His foreskin was not pulled back and his dick smelled slightly musky. He pulled my head forward and began to slap his cock on my face repeatedly. Using my face as an object, he rubbed, slapped, and flicked his cock all over my lips, cheeks and forehead. Despite myself I found my mouth watering and trying to catch his dick between my lips. 

"Yeah little girl... you want this dick?" He asked huskily. 

The cab driver stopped his slapping cock in my face, and pushed his hips forward, his head entering my mouth. I immediately responded by sliding my lips forward to take his cock half way into my mouth, and without realizing it, I moaned with pleasure. 

"She loves it " a man in the crowd yelled. "Fucking whore likes the cock "

The cab driver laughed and nodded his head. "Yeah boys I'm gonna make her little cock sucker mouth mine." 

I began to bob on his cock, trying in vain to get his enormous thickness down my throat. I gagged repeatedly. I felt hand on my breasts, and the spectators took advantage of my focus to feel me up. I slid one hand into my thong and began to touch myself. I was soaking wet. 

"Yeah baby, take that cock." he said as he pulled on the back of my head. "Fuck yeah, gag on it hoe."

And gag I did. His cock was enormous in girth, I could hardly believe it. He filled my mouth utterly, and buried my nose in his thick curly pubic hair. It was a good thing he was only 6 inches long, or I would have been in big trouble. His heavy balls pressed against my chin and I attempted to lick them. He moaned and began to rock his hips. Keeping himself deep, he started fucking

my mouth, laughing as I gagged. A thick stream of saliva began to spew out of my mouth and run down my chin to coat his balls and my breasts. 

"Oh yeah... fucking take it you cock sucker" the cab driver muttered as he picked up speed. 

The crowd was cheering now, chanting for him to cum. 

"Mmmmphh" I tried to scream that I needed air as he unceasingly fucked my throat. I slapped at his thighs as I choked, but he ferociously held me in place, fucking my mouth with short fast strokes. 

"Oh yeah, get ready for it baby... here it cums." he shouted as he thrust himself even deeper inside me. I gagged uncontrollably and my nostrils flared, desperate for air. 

"Fuuuuuuck..." he continued as I felt the first blast of cum hammer down my throat. 

I didn't even need to swallow as he shot it right into my stomach. He backed off slightly after

basting down my throat twice, and his cum began to fill my mouth with a torrent of salty cum. He filled me like a river, his heavy balls emptying their contents, flooding me. I struggled to keep it all in, and instead opened my mouth slightly, relieving the pressure and letting it slide

down my chin. 

"No you don't... you swallow that bitch " he yelled angrily. 

He still wasn't finished. I swallowed what cum I could, gagging on the taste. My mouth continued to fill. He came in buckets. "Oh yeah, swallow that shit." he muttered as he stroked my cheek. 

"Look at her go" one of the men said, and I could see several of them stroking their cocks. 

With a final roar, the cabbie thrust back into my throat and unleashed one more shot of cum. I gagged again and this time lost the fight as it spat out and onto the base of his cock. He laughed and finally removed his cock from my mouth, ordering me to lick up the mess I made. My eyes watering,

spit and cum coating my chin and chest, I meekly leaned in and licked the cum from his cock and balls. 

"Alright he said, who's next?" The cab driver bellowed.

Uh oh. I suddenly realized, here on my knees covered in a stranger's cum, that my ordeal was far from over. My mouth was filled with the salty taste of the cabbie's cum, the unpleasant taste the result of a diet too heavy in coffee and fast fry burger meat. I gagged as I struggled to force myself to swallow it down, but it was a losing battle. Opening my mouth was difficult, his cum so thick that I felt like I had peanut butter sticking my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I heard a man chuckle as he approached me, laughing at the scowl on my face as he walked forward, cock in hand.

"Get ready little girl," the newcomer muttered, "you're far from done yet. I'm going to fuck your face nice and hard, and you better not puke." His words were a statement of fact, rather than a request, and accompanied with a threatening tone.

I got a good look at this man's cock as it approached my face. It was average in size and girth, which was a relief after the struggle I just had with the last one. The head was bulbous and purple, already totally engorged with blood thanks to his stroking. A thick vein protruded down the entire underside of his shaft, running all the way down to his cock's most memorable feature: the balls. This man's balls were absolutely enormous, dangling heavily in their sack, distended a full three inches from the base of his cock. They swayed too and fro as he advanced, the last few inches towards me, and I could only imagine the cum shot they would produce.

As a feeling of helplessness washed over me, I opened my already aching jaw and felt a small stream of drool leak down my chin. My mouth was watering, its hunger for cock insatiable despite the pleas of my mind, jaw, and stomach that I had enough already. Without any undue delay, his cock entered my mouth, and he began to thrust slowly and firmly in and out of my mouth. I took his length with ease, and he placed his hands on his hips, groaning each time his cock head bumped the entrance to my throat.

"Yeah you fucking take that whole dick baby." he grunted as he thrusted between my lips. "Make daddy proud of his little girl."

A hush has fallen over the room as the spectators anxiously watched my every move, the only sounds the slopping of my lips over his cock shaft, and the desperate pumping of the guys still stroking their cocks. I glace my eyes around as my mouth is fucked, and am startled to see that two of the men have their cell phone camera's aimed at me, taking video and pictures. As I start to pull off the cock in front of me, I am rudely pulled back onto it as man who approached unseen behind me forces me head towards the man fucking me. I gag harshly at the surprise move, and am held on his cock, my teeth pressed into his pubic hair, and my chin into his scrotum.

"Don't worry baby, daddy will make you famous." the man fucking me assured me. "You're going to be the famous cock sucking whore who put on a strip show for her favorite cab drivers. You'll make your family and friends so proud " His words were met with agreement from the spectators, nodding heads and encouragement.

With the added excitement of video cameras, the man in front of me began to thrust faster and harder into my throat. I felt his massively heavy balls begin to swing up under my chin, to slap me on the throat as he pounded my lips. The man behind me made sure to hold my head steady, forcing to accept every single deep thrust. I gagged involuntarily as he cock head just barely breached my throat at its deepest point. Given the treatment I was receiving, I barely even noticed when two more guys crowded in on either side of me, and placed my two hands on their own cocks, gripping my fingers to their shafts as they continued to stroke their own poles.

I was an absolute mess for the camera. My face was still crusted with jism from the first cabbie who had overflowed my mouth. My cheeks were bright red from lack of oxygen, and stained with black lines from my running mascara. My big tits were bouncing with the ferocity of the thrusts to me face, and they were liberally coated in saliva which flowed freely from my mouth. My nostrils flared wide, and my eyes bugged out with each new assault on my throat. I gagged and wretched constantly and loudly, and a constant gurgling noise filled the room. Intermixed with that sound was the occasional grunt from the man in front of me, moan from the men I stroked, or mutter of encouragement from the camera man.

"Look this way baby-girl." Pleaded one.

"Oh yeah honey, take that dick. Show the camera how much you love it " From the other.

Truth be told, despite the pain, discomfort, disgust, embarrassment, and anger I felt at that moment... I did love it. Being on me knees for a group of dominant men, totally exposed, totally used, solely a mouth for men to dump their cum into; I was in heaven. Though the men couldn't hear it, I was moaning with pleasure between my gags and gurgles. My pussy was absolutely drenched, my panties soaked through. I could feel my clit pulsing, begging to be touched by my busy hands. I was a goddess of fellatio, the perfect cock whore, in her proper place on the floor before dominating men.

As my thoughts drifted back to reality, I became aware that the man in front of me's balls were no slapping high on my chin, just below my bottom lip. As his balls tightened in their sack, I fortified myself for what I was sure would be a massive surge of cum. I felt his pace quicken and become more ragged and he fucked my mouth harshly. His chest heaved as he gasped for air, and suddenly, I felt my mouth void of cock. I looked up, and my eyes locked with the man in front of me.

"Open your mouth, whore." He gasped between breaths. "Open it "

I willingly obliged, and eyes still locked with his said "Filly my dirty little mouth."

The room went NUTS. Men cheered my words, and the man in front of me began a great roar. My mouth and jaw ached from the force I used to open it as widely as possible, my face a mix between a gaping maw and a wide grin.

"Uggggggggggggggh " The man in front of me bellowed.

"Holy shit " Exclaimed a man in the crowd.

Holy shit indeed. I felt like I had just been blasted by a full turkey-baster. The initial surge of cum missed my open mouth entirely, splashing instead into my forehead, plastering my hair, and running wildly down my nose. It was nothing short of super human, that first jet. And it showed no sign of subsiding.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh " from my front.

This time the man's aim was better, and I felt a mighty jet hit my tonsils. I gagged involuntarily, but was able to keep my mouth open somehow. A grin returned to my lips. In close succession, I felt two more smaller blasts fill my mouth, and dribble down my lower lip and chin. I tilted my head back so that I wouldn't lose any precious semen, as I already felt the bottom of my mouth filling up.

Cock in hand, the man in front of me continued to stroke himself off at my face. His cock head was now closer, sitting just on the rim of my mouth, pressed against my bottom lip. A look of disbelief was on the man's face as he looked down into my eyes while I smiled and took his enormous load. Spurt after spurt flew into my waiting mouth, probably 9 in total. Even with my head tilted back, I still felt my mouth fill up nearly to overflowing. With a smile, I leaned in as his shooting subsided, and gingerly sucked the remainder from the head of his cock.

With a mouthful of cum, and the man in front of me staggering backwards, I turned towards the nearest camera and opened my mouth wide to show off my load. I gargled it, and swished it around, now fully playing up for the cameramen. At this exact moment, the men on either side of me, whom I was still absentmindedly stroking, moved in close on either side and began to finish themselves off in my face.

"Here come two more " exclaimed one of the cameramen as the men on either side of my face began to splatter me with cum. 

It flew everywhere. I found my right eye suddenly caked shut, and my mouth received even more gooey semen. It overflowed slightly, and a trickle ran down my cheek. I closed my mouth carefully to ensure I would lose no more, and for my trouble received a sizeable shot to plug my nostrils. My face was covered in gobs of cum, complimenting the now drying mascara on my cheeks. With as much of a grin as I could manage without losing any precious cum, I smiled at the camera and opened my mouth one last time to show off my reward. Without further delay I closed my lips, and in one big gulp, sent it all down to my belly.

Applause filled the room. On shaky legs, I stood up, and smiled at my audience. I bowed to one camera man, my dripping wet breasts swinging freely as I did so. Still in my heels, I walked unsteadily to towards the bathroom, hoping to end my ordeal calmly and with dignity. I was stopped on my way there by my original cab driver, who placed his hairy arm around my shoulders and walked me to the bathroom door as the other men began to leave the room.

"Listen girly, we're gonna make a deal right now." he said to me in a conspiratorial tone. "I knows you don't want them videos all over the internets, so I think you're gonna suck my cock every day you're in town here."

"Yes... whatever you say." my voice warbled, and I cleared my throat before continuing. "Can I suck off the other cab drivers too?"

With genuine surprise, the cab driver turned me towards him, and looked into my eyes. "Baby, you can suck off every man in New York for all I care. Now why don't you show me how good you can do with those bruised little lips there?"

Right in front of the bathroom's floor length mirror, I went to my knees yet again. Placing his hands on my shoulders, the cabbie mashed his semi-erect cock into my face, rubbing it all over, smearing the other mens' cum left and right. He reached down and used the head of his cock to scoop the cum from my right eye, allowing me to tentatively open it again. Fluttering my sticky eyelid, I looked up lovingly past his gooey cock and balls and into his eyes.

"That's right baby, you know you love this big cock." he uttered as he ran his hardening cock's head back and forth over my bruised lips.

"I do." I responded with gusto. "I love your big cock in my mouth, and your big hairy balls in my face." I was mesmerized by my earlier experience, in a sort of lust-filled trance. All I could think about what the big dick rubbing against my face.

"Alright little girl, I want you to suck my balls real good then" he commanded me.

I went to work, as ordered. I leaned in and tilted my head back hard, so that his cock rested on my nose as I sucked one ball and then the other into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the whole sack, flicking his balls lightly, nibbling on them. He was sticky with semen that rubbed off my face, and I could taste the salty residue. He moaned as I sucked one of his balls right into my mouth, and tugged it down slightly from his cock. I felt his shaft stir on my face as I got harder, and he helped it along by gripping the base in two fingers, and slapping it down on my nose, cheek, and eyelids.

"Oh yes, I've been a bad girl, hit me with that fat cock " I said with a mouthful of testicle.

"Shut yer mouth slut, and suck those balls." he replied.

I slurped and slobbered loudly, sucking on his balls like a woman possessed. I moaned and gyrated my hips as I rubbed my wet clit inside of my panties. I made eye contact the whole time as I made him happy, looking up past his hand stroking his cock, to lock eyes with him. He sometimes threw his head back in ecstacy as I sucked, groaning when I hit a particularly sensitive spot. I felt his balls go from dangling to tight to the base of his cock, and knew he was ready for the main course.

"Open wide you feckin whore." he said loudly enough for people in the next room to hear.

I did as I was told, like a good slut, and opened my ravaged mouth wide for him. Taking his cock in his hand he rubbed it in a circle along the inside of my lips... making several full rotations before suddenly changing course, grabbing the back of my head, and thrusting hard into my throat. He held himself deep, his hands entwined in my long hair, pulling me onto his cock, choking me with his immense girth. I took it all in stride, gagging involuntarily a few times, but never pushing against his legs to buy myself space to breath. Looking down with admiration for my skills, he eased back every so slowly, allowing me to breathe while his cock remained half way in my mouth.




The Cab Ride



"Get ready slut, I'm gonna fuck your throat till I cum" he said brusquely.

I nodded my head slightly and moaned loudly, the vibrations of my vocal chords echoing up the length of his cock. With a grunt of approval he began to thrust himself in and out of my mouth maintaining a controlled depth and pace, but holding my had solidly in place to accept his cock; which I did willingly. He humped my mouth, sliding his cock at a medium pace, going from pressing at the door to my throat to half out, and back again. Over and over, he pumped, grunting and growling with the exertion. I took the punishment stoically, taking the time to rub my clit and pinch my own nipples. I moaned as he fucked my face, loving every second of his thick cock in my mouth. I was totally transformed now. Nothing more than a whole willingly offering itself up as a cum dumpster.

As I heard him gasping for breath, and groaning with pleasure, I began to become desperate for his cum. I thrusted my head forward to meet his pelvic cavitations, once even holding myself deeply upon him as he tried to withdraw his cock. Using the strength of his arms he pulled my mouth bodily off his cock, and stared down into my wide open and begging mouth. Without warning, he spit a giant wad of saliva from his mouth, dropping it with excellent aim down into my awaiting mouth. Before I could protest, he thrust his cock back in, and began to fuck my throat with abandon, paying no heed to my attempted verbal protests, or my efforts to pull away and ease the pressure on my raw throat.

"Take it!" he exclaimed. "Take that fuckin cock you dirty little fucking slut! YEAH!"

With that outburst, he began to cum, and hard. With his cock head poised right at the brim of my throat's entrance, his cum neither shot right down my throat, nor flooded my tongue, but pummeled my tonsils with surprising force. I gagged ferociously, but managed to keep from spewing cum everywhere. The cab driver groaned, and with both hands on the back of my head, bent nearly double over me. His cum continued to surge into the back of my throat, and though smaller than his first load, he still managed to gag me hard enough for cum to squirt out around the edges of his cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh baby!" he yelled. "Swallow that shit girl, swallow that shit!"

I gagged horrendously as I forced my throat to accept its bitter reward. My stomach flipped over as it attempted to reject still more cum forced upon my empty stomach. With effort, I swallowed the entire load, and smiled up at the cab driver.

"Good girl. Good little slut." he moaned, stroking my hair. "Good little sluts get rewarded" he cooed. "Tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM I'm going to bring 4 or five guys by for you to suck off. Would you like that little girl?"

I vigorously nodded yes. This was going to be QUITE the trip.