0 comments/ 98516 views/ 5 favorites London Cabbie By: tryanythingtwice He loved his job. His friends thought he was mad working all the hours he did, but nothing deterred the London taxi driver from spending every waking hour taking strangers from A to B. His 'special time' was Friday and Saturday night. He loved picking up gangs of excited drunk girls trying to get home after a night on the tiles. He would pass up many a ride in the hope that just around the corner would be a group of more suitable clients. His takings were down from the week before, but he didn't give it a second thought as he waited in line at the bank to deposit his earnings. A successful week for Tom was one where his customers had included gorgeous woman talking about the kinds of things that they wouldn't normally discuss in front of men. As a cabbie he was invisible to most customers, just an anonymous head on shoulders - taking them home. 'Next please!' He walked over to the teller's window and placed the small sack of cash in the window opening, before looking up. He couldn't believe his eyes. She was absolutely stunning. Brunette, with come to bed hazel eyes, and a smile to die for. He couldn't take his eyes off her as she started counting the notes. Every time she rapidly flicked a ten-pound note, her breasts rocked from side to side under her thin white blouse. Tom loved breasts - in fact, he was obsessed by them, the larger, the better. He swallowed as he watched her rifle through the bundle of notes. His gaze was fixed on her magnificent tits, as he scanned the pattern on her overflowing bra under the flimsy blouse. He knew he could safely study her as long as she was concentrating on the notes. As she slowed, nearing the end of the count, he quickly shifted his gaze back to her pretty face. He wasn't very good-looking, and he knew that her smile was simply polite courtesy on her part, but hey he could dream! 'Will there be anything else?' 'No thank you,' he managed to blurt out as he accepted a receipt from the lovely Joanna. How he wished he could have been that nametag! ** Back in the cab he couldn't get her out of his thoughts. He envied the lucky bastard that got to fuck such a lovely creature every night. He was captivated by the vision behind the bullet-proof glass. 'Watch where you're going, you stupid fuck!' screamed the taxi driver in the next lane, as Tom's cab had begun to veer off course, thanks to his daydream. He shook himself out of his stupor and concentrated once again on the road. ** At last it was Friday night, and he couldn't wait to begin cruising past local clubs. His first few customers were gangs of rowdy guys talking bullshit, lying about their conquest on the dance floor. He knew he was speeding but he was determined to dump his unwanted cargo as quickly as possible. It wasn't until his fifth pass that he managed to pick up his kind of passenger. Four stunning girls waiting by a night club doorway. He peeked at each girl's cleavage as they ducked to enter his taxi in single file. Three of them wore strapless dresses, and he couldn't stop from smiling as he admired their busts. After they had settled, he was given an address and he set off to the other side of town. Every so often he would take a peek in his mirror which had been strategically positioned to given him a bird's eye view of their breast tops. He chose a bumpy route that made their tits bounce vigorously. He was in heaven. He settled back in his seat, taking his time, enjoying the view. It wasn't long before the girls were chatting about their sexual conquest, and teasing each other. Tom almost crashed as one of the girls jokingly punched the other on her breast, causing it to almost pop out of her dress. He wanted to see more, as he shifted in his seat to accommodate his erection. Finally they had reached their destination, and he reluctantly unlocked the cab door and watched them dance away down the street, singing as they went. He would have given a week's pay for one night with any of them. The rest of the night passed by quietly, and he decided to call it a night after one last pickup. He scoured the clubs for the next twenty minutes trying to spot his kind of passenger, but to no avail. Eventually he gave up his hunt and decided to pick up the scent again the following night. As a token gesture he pulled over for a young couple standing by the entrance to a city centre bar. The young man seemed to be having problems getting his companion into the cab. Tom got out to lend a hand. He couldn't believe his eyes when he realised that the guy's companion was Joanna from the bank. Although she was out of uniform, wearing a tight short dress, he was certain it was Joanna - her good looks had been permanently imprinted onto his memory. She seemed to be half dozing, and muttering drunkenly. The guy was taking her full weight as he held her upright. 'Let me help,' Tom whispered as he pressed one hand around her thin waist, and placed his other hand on part of her dress that barely covered her bum. The two men slowly manoeuvred her into the cab. Tom knew that chances like this didn't come very often. As the guy moved into the cab first, and out of sight, Tom quickly lifted up Joanna's short dress enough to position his hand on her bare cheek. He quickly squeezed Joanna's buttock longingly, and brushed his fingers over the fabric of her tiny thong. Her muttering grew louder, in drowsy complaint, which made Tom move his hand immediately off her rear. 'I've got her,' said the guy from inside the cab. Tom drove off, shaking with delight at having groped the gorgeous passenger. 'Where to?' Tom managed to mumble as he started getting his composure back. 'Well, I don't know where she stays, but you can take us to my place....em...Kensington Road please,' said the guy. 'You mean you just picked her up?' Tom wasn't usually this nosy, but in this case he wanted to find out all he could about the female passenger. 'Yeah, she's a real beauty isn't she?' The guy didn't seem to mind boasting about his conquest, as he put his right arm around her shoulder. 'I've been watching her at the club over the past few weeks, she gets drunk with her girlfriends and then goes home with a different guy every week. Tonight it's my turn.' The good-looking guy had been drinking heavily too, and his head was bobbing from side to side in step with the taxi's suspension. He was staring openly at her breasts in the figure hugging low cut dress. Tom adjusted his mirror to get a better look at her magnificent pair. Joanna was now sound asleep, her head supported by the guy's muscular arm. The guy grinned and started to caress the top of her right breast with his thumb. Tom would have given anything to be that guy at that moment. He wanted to be the guy molesting the young beauty instead of just being the sad frustrated driver. The guy jostled slightly in his seat to extend his reach around Joanna's shoulders, and then slowly slipped his long fingers under the top of Joanna's low cut dress and started playing with her right nipple. Tom could clearly make out the guy's fingers under the dress material as they darted across the now protruding aroused nipple. Tom closed his gaping mouth, and tried to concentrate on the road. By now the guy had lost all inhibitions and placed his free hand on Joanna's bare thigh. He started running his hand slowly up her leg, hitching up the bottom of her dress as he moved closer and closer to her black thong. Suddenly Joanna opened her eyes and whispered, 'What are you doing?' The guy abruptly pulled both hands away from her body. As his right hand sharply slipped out of her dress, her breast wobbled like a large jelly. Tom could lose himself in those mountainous peaks. He stared longingly at the now slightly expose right nipple through his mirror. 'I'm not doing anything, shhhhh!' said the guy in a quiet soothing voice. He started stroking her hair, and it only took seconds for the drunk Joanna to fall back into a deep sleep. The guy could see Tom's eyes glued to the couple through the mirror, and with a grin the guy winked at Tom. 'Kensington Road,' said Tom as he softly applied the brakes. 'Thanks, keep the change' said the guy, handing Tom a 'twenty'. 'Can I lend you a hand?' asked Tom excitedly. 'No thanks I can manage from here,' said the guy as he opened the cab door. This frustrated Tom further, as he had hoped for another chance to grope the perfect 10 figure. 'Where are you taking me?' mumbled Joanna, as the cold breeze entering the open-doored taxi began to wake her. 'For the ride of your life,' promised the guy as he helped her out of the cab. 'Mmmmm, I can't wait,' was the automatic reply from the sleepy Joanna. Tom knew then that his dream girl had been in this situation before and was comfortable with the idea of casual sex. Why not, he thought, she's gorgeous, and if he had been blessed with good looks, then he would be playing the field too. He was getting really turned on at the thought of her double life. A prim and proper bank teller on weekdays, a total slut, at the weekend. He stared at his hand, and thought about where it had been minutes ago. He had felt her bare backside, and touched the fabric of her thong. His hard-on was back with a vengeance. He drove quickly back to his one-bedroom flat near the centre of town, downloaded some porn, and masturbated twice in quick succession, thinking about all the things the guy was probably doing to Joanna, and all the things he wanted to do to her. ** The next morning Tom made an extra trip to the bank on some pretence, just to make sure that Joanna was okay after last night's adventure. He waited in line with the queue of pensioners and quickly scanned each teller window. There was no sign of her. A million and one thoughts raced through Tom's mind about what could have happened to Joanna. Maybe it was her day off he thought trying to calm himself down. Just then the bank door opened and in rushed a flustered Joanna. She darted past the queue and hastily made her way towards the keypad controlled side door. Her face was glowing red with the embarrassment of being late, and she was fumbling with the keypad combination while simultaneously trying to take off her overcoat. She whipped back the top of her coat revealing a flimsy white blouse. The coat had stuck half way down her arms and she was bouncing up and down trying to get the coat passed her elbow-joint. As she bounced Tom's gazed was firmly fixed on her stunning breasts as they moved majestically, testing the large white bra that held them. Eventually the coat was off and she folded it over one arm and opened the side door with the free hand. Tom was nearing the front of the queue by the time Joanna had taken a teller position, and he was taking every chance to glance over in her direction. 'Next please.' Tom moved to the female teller serving in the position next to Joanna. He scanned her nametag as he approached. Pam wasn't half as attractive as Joanna, and appeared to be pre-occupied with the printer beside her teller chair. 'The things jammed again,' apologised Pam as she met Tom's gaze. Not one to miss an opportunity, Tom said, 'That's a pity I was looking for a statement.' 'No problem sir, I'll get John over to fix it.' She left her position leaving Tom to stare into space during her absence. Every few seconds Tom's gaze would wonder in the direction of Joanna who had now settled and was busy serving one of the pensioners. That's when he noticed that in her haste to get ready that morning she had missed fastening one of the buttons on her blouse. Tom's face turned red, and he had to clear his throat before taking another peek. The gap in her blouse allowed Tom to clearly see Joanna's right bra cup. He could make out the under-wire, the pretty pattern on the cup itself, and the top of the large tanned breast inside. He could have stayed there all day but John had appeared with Pam and was busy clearing the jammed printer. He listened to Pam chatting with Joanna about last night's exploits while he pretending to concentrate on John's printer mechanics. 'I don't even remember his name,' said Joanna quietly. 'You're just a slut,' whispered Pam. 'I promise never to get that drunk again,' replied Joanna with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. 'When pigs fly, you can't help yourself. I just hope this guy at least had condoms,' mocked Pam. 'I don't remember the sex at all. All I've got to show for last night is a thumping headache, an odd taste in my mouth and a sore pussy.' Both girls laughed out loud as John dropped his screwdriver. He too had been listening. 'Same time next Friday?' asked Pam. 'You bet!' was Joanna's cheeky reply, as they slapped each other's hand. '...and fasten your blouse properly, you tart!' joked Pam. 'oops!' Joanna turned away from the customers to fix her blouse to Tom's dismay. Tom threw his statement in the bin outside the bank, and made his way home for another hand-to-dick session. His cock was throbbing at having seen more of Joanna's breasts and the sexy wrapping. *** He made a point of passing the same London bar every Friday, but he didn't spot Joanna for months. He had to make do with seeing her in her sexy see-through blouse at the bank once a week. Every so often he would overhear some snippet of last night's exploits. She looked like butter wouldn't melt in her luscious mouth, but he knew that many a cock had. In all his trips to the bank he knew that he was invisible to her. He didn't remember if she had ever made eye contact with him directly. He knew he wasn't good enough for her, and thought back to how many years it had been since he had last had sex with a woman. *** This particular Wednesday night had started badly for Tom. That was the second girl to have been sick in his cab while her friends had cheered. He had just finished cleaning his cab, when he heard a couple of familiar voices behind him. It was Joanna and Pam. Tom was so shocked at seeing them that he took a few steps back away from the cab. This provided enough of a gap for the two girls to stagger into the cab. Tom blinked a couple of times before coming to his senses, closed their door and jogged excitedly to the drivers seat. He turned around to get a better look at his passengers. Joanna was wearing another sexy low cut black dress. It wasn't as short as the last dress he had seen her in, but the plunging neckline was even more revealing. Her breasts looked amazing as they heaved in time with her breathing. He didn't care what blond Pam was wearing. He was too busy admiring the gorgeous brunette with the fabulous full figure. 'Where to?' managed Tom. 'I can't fucking remember where I stay' slurred Pam. 'Neither can I' said Joanna laughing out loud, causing her breast to move about in a way that Tom appreciated so much. 'Do you have a driving licence in your bag then, that'll have your home address.' Tom had been in this predicament many a time before. 'Good thinking, Batman!' shouted Pam as she reached into her tiny handbag. Tom read the address and started making his way slowly towards Pam's house. 'This has got to be a first for you Joanna! No gorgeous hunk tonight, you losing your sex appeal or something?' teased Pam. 'Fuck you, Pam, I don't see you with anyone either.' 'The only thing I'm seeing right now is "double"' roared Pam. They both laughed out loud, and hugged. Tom noticed how Joanna's breasts squeezed against Pam's shorter body. He was getting hard. 'I've drunk way too much,' provided Joanna as an excuse. 'Face it Joanna, your twenty-six today, and you are officially passed your sell-by date'. So that's why they're so drunk thought Tom. 'I soooo am not! I'm at my sssexual prime. The only reason I didn't get a date tonight was because I was with sssuch an ugly bitch' screamed Joanna. 'Fuck you, Joanna. Not every guy likes their women with tits the size of watermelons.' Tom couldn't believe his eyes as Pam grabbed Joanna's left breast and gave it a squeeze. This caused more of the breast to be exposed, which in turn made Tom's crotch ache even more for Joanna. He would now make out some of the lace on the black bra under the dress. 'At least I've got something to fill a bra you flat cow.' Tom knew that they were just fooling around, but wondered if Pam had hit a nerve when she mentioned Joanna's age. At thirty-three, Tom wondered what all the fuss was about - Joanna was the most stunning creature that he had every laid his eyes (and a palm!) on. 'Oh yeah, well lets find out whose best. Hey Driver!' Shouted Pam, 'who would you rather take home tonight a gorgeous young blond like me, of this old decrepit piece of shit beside me?' Tom was an experienced enough driver to know how to prevent fights in his cab, and he knew that things were beginning to get a bit heated. The blond was getting worked up, and Tom knew he had to calm her down. 'I would choose you, my dear - gentlemen prefer blondes,' he lied. Pam raised her arms and let out a cheer. Joanna huffed, pouted her lips and folded her arms under her bosom. This had the effect of pushing up her cleavage, giving Tom a delightful view in his mirror. Things went quiet in the taxi after that. A few moments later the elated Pam pulled out a small bottle of vodka, 'I think my victory calls for a celebration, what do you think Joanna?' 'Shut up and pass me some booze.' The two girls had practically finished the bottle when Tom pulled outside Pam's house. 'You coming in?' asked Pam. 'Neah. Going home. Day off tomorrow. Need my bed.' replied Joanna. She was now too drunk to put together a full sentence, but Pam understood. 'Ok, g'night.' Pam slammed the door shut leaving Joanna alone in the back seat. In all the excitement, Tom had forgotten to ask Pam for her fare, but he didn't care. He had more important things to occupy his thoughts. She now sat with both arms outstretched along the top of the back seat of the cab. Her eyes were shut, her mouth wide open, and her head tilted back, supported fully by the top of the thick leather seat. As she breathed Tom stared longingly at her large chest, noticing every contour, as her tits moved in rhythm with her breathing. He was mesmerised by the slow sexy motion. Her eyes were shut, so he continued leering at the wonderful sight, thinking about all the things he wanted to do to her, when suddenly there was a thump on his taxi window. He jumped back, his heart in his throat, to see Pam's face pressing up against the glass. He slowly rolled down his window. 'You won't get any sense out of her!' said Pam who had mistakenly thought that Tom had spent the last few moments trying to get an address from Joanna, when all the time he had just sat facing her in silent admiration. 'Here's her address,' blurted out Pam, as she ripped out a page from her tiny diary. 'Driver, make sure she gets into her flat ok?' All Tom could do was nod, as he was still embarrassed about having almost been caught staring at his lovely passenger, who was now fast asleep. 'See ya Friday, Joanna' shouted Pam as she thumped the taxi window again. Tom could hear Joanna's body sliding about from side to side on the soft leather seat as he took sharp corners. At the first set of red lights Tom turned to gaze once again at the busty brunette. He was rewarded with a heart-stopping treat. She was now lying sideways on the back seat still fast asleep. Even more of her heavy breasts were on display in this position as she continued to breathe deeply. He thought his dick was going to explode. He could clearly make out pattern on the top of the lace black bra that supported the incredible jugs. London Cabbie Ch. 02 He fumbled about for what seemed like an age, while he tried to get the front door open. Finally they were in his home…alone. 'Where's the bathroom?' asked Joanna. 'Second door on your right,' replied Tom, pointing. He heard the bathroom door lock behind her. His mind was racing now. He was exceptionally gifted at thinking on his feet - he had to be to have survived as a London cabbie without so much as a scratch for all these years. Right now though, nothing, he couldn't think of any excuse to keep Joanna in the flat once she'd finished in the bathroom. He wasn't the violent type, and no matter how desperate he was to have her, he didn't have it in him to hold her physically against her will. But, on the other hand, he wasn't exactly a saint! Moments later Joanna came out of the bathroom and walked over to Tom in the hallway, looking disappointingly sober and said, 'I'm sorry, but I've just been sick all over your bathroom floor.' She touched his arm and gave him an embarrassed smile. This was the break he had been hoping for. 'Don't worry about it...look you go and have a seat in the living room, I'll fix you one of those powdered drinks to help settle your stomach, and while you're drinking it, I'll clean up the mess in the bathroom, and then we'll be back on the road.' Joanna shook her head, and started to say 'No, look its ok...' 'It's no problem, I insist, you'll feel a hundred times better after the drink, and I guarantee you won't have a hangover in the morning.' Tom was very convincing. She smiled and backed down. He led her to the living room and directed her to the comfortable sofa. It was quite low down and as she settled into the seat, Tom got a terrific view of her magnificent cleavage tucked inside the tight dress. He quickly averted his gaze, and excused himself to go fix her the drink. Within seconds the electric kettle had been clicked into action, and Tom was frantically searching the drawers for his secret ingredient. Finally he found a packet of sleeping tablets along with the fizzy soluble indigestion sachets. With the edge of a teaspoon Tom started grinding several sleeping tablets into a fine powder. He mixed the powder with the contents of the indigestion sachet, and then poured the lot into a tall glass along with warm water from the kettle. He continued stirring the fizzy drink all the way from the kitchen to the living room. 'This is going to taste terrible, but it'll do you a world of good...trust me I'm a cabbie!' Joked Tom. 'Thank you, Mr. Cabbie', acknowledged Joanna. She took one sip, and went to put the glass down on the coffee table. Tom stopped her, insisting that she finish the drink while it was still fizzing. 'Just hold your nose and gulp it down,' he instructed, not taking his eyes off the glass. She obliged her host, and he watched her take gulp after gulp of the cloudy effervescent liquid. The more she drank, the further back her head tilted, the better was Tom's view of her protruding chest. He couldn't remember ever having seen a better pair of tits. Joanna coughed slightly on the last gulp, spilling some liquid, which trickled down her chin splashing on her cleavage. 'Oops!' she whispered groggily. She cleaned her chin with the back of her hand, and then started slowly rubbing the exposed part of her breast to dry off the spill. Her hand sank deep into her large mammary, and Tom wished he could have used his tongue to help her. Clearing his throat, Tom said, 'sit tight, it won't take me long to clean the bathroom. Then I'll give you a ride back home.' Joanna nodded and slouched deeper into the sofa, 'that drink was really bitter, could I trouble you for a glass of water to help get rid of the after-taste?' her speech was now getting noticeably slurred which pleased Tom. 'What about a proper drink instead eh? One for the road, as it were,' offered Tom. Her eyelids were starting to close slightly, and after a deep breath she replied, 'anything will do. I just want rid of this taste.' Tom mixed her a very large, a very strong vodka and lemonade before starting his bathroom clean up. *** He finished in no time at all, but stalled for a few extra minutes to give the drugs and alcohol a chance to work their evil magic. His patience paid off, as when he did finally enter back into the living room she was lying sound asleep on the sofa. Her empty vodka glass lay on its side on the threadbare carpet. Her long brunette hair covered her beautiful face. Her arms were hiding her breasts from Tom's view, but the bottom of her dress had ridden up slightly, which gave Tom a chance to admire her long silky smooth legs. His heart began to race, and he could feel his face beginning to flush as he thought about all the things he could do to her in her unconscious state. He slowly edged towards her, his heart racing faster and faster the closer he got. His outstretched hand cleared her hair away from her face, and he gently nudged her shoulder, calling her name. She remained very still. He nudged her again raising his voice a little, 'Joanna, wake up.' This time she did move. Her eyelids fluttered every so slightly, she let out a weak moan, but then was still again. That’s good enough for me, thought Tom, getting undressed. His dick had been rock hard from the moment that Joanna had entered his cab. Now that his jeans and boxers had been discarded his erection was free to stand to attention without hindrance. It felt so good. He knelt on the floor beside the sofa and turned her slightly so that she was lying with her back fully pinned to the sofa. He looked down at her cleavage and noticed that the rim of her left nipple was showing. 'Oh dear, we can't have that,' mocked Tom, placing his hand on her ample breast. It was warm and soft to the touch. He pressed and groped until his whole hand was clutching as much of her left breast as it could hold. With his free hand he lifted a corner of her lace bra cup and tucked the breast deep into the cup. He let his hand linger on top of her breast for a few more seconds before releasing his enjoyable hold. Was he dreaming or had he just felt up one of the most beautiful, voluptuous girls he had ever seen? This was going to be a night that he would remember forever....remember...then he thought of the perfect way to capture every precious moment. He patted and stroked her naked thigh lightly before leaving the living room, ‘don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.’ Tom opened drawer after drawer in his bedroom before finally finding both his camcorder and his new digital camera. 'Perfect!' he thought. He rushed back into the living room and began taking shots of the still fully clothed Joanna. It didn’t take long for the enthusiastic photographer to fill the memory card of his camera, and after swearing, he headed back into the bedroom to download the images onto his PC so that he could clear the memory and continue snapping. While the images were being transferred Tom decided to try out the camcorder. That was when he remembered having lent all his camcorder tapes to his best friend. ‘Think Tom, think!’ he growled at himself. He would never get a chance like this ever again, and finally an idea started forming in his head. After half an hour of frantic effort, Tom had managed to wire up his camcorder, which was now fixed on a high shelf in his bedroom, through some old cabling, that had been fed through a hole in the wall, to the VCR in the living room. He had plenty of spare VHS tapes and he marvelled at his own ingenuity. After a few more shots of Joanna in her dress lying on the sofa, Tom was ready to start recording something a bit more revealing. He carefully lifted Joanna off the sofa and carried her into the bedroom. She was still out cold, and Tom guessed that he could still have a good few hours of fun before she came round. Laying her gently on the bed, he started unzipping her dress. He glanced up at the camcorder in the corner of the room to reassure himself that it was switched on and set to record mode. The dress slipped off easily, and Tom sat back on the bed to take in the view. Joanna lay very still on the bed, face down, wearing nothing but her black lace bra and matching thong. Tom grabbed his camera and started taking shots of her ass. He shot every angle possible. He even managed a few stills of him groping and caressing her firm buttocks. Excitedly he positioned himself on the bed so that he lay beside Joanna, imagining what it would be like to wake up to someone as beautiful as she, every morning. He reached over and starting stroking her back gently with his fingertips, touching her skin, following the contour of her bra strap. He then placed his palm on her back just below her bra and started massaging his way south. His hand soon reached the tiny thong, and he continued moving his hand down towards her thigh, all the time dragging the flimsy thong with his hand. His dick was getting sore from the permanent erection, and he rubbed himself for a while looking at Joanna's slender back, and now naked ass. A few more photographs later, Tom removed the thong entirely from the sleeping beauty. He ran his hands all the way up from the back of her knees, over her smooth thighs, bottom, her back, and all the way up over her bra straps to her shoulders. He was in heaven. Although she was still lying on her stomach, Tom was amazed at how much of her ample bra-covered bosom was still jutting out at either side of her back. He wanted a better look, and with some difficulty he managed to undo the reinforced bra strap. With the hard work done it didn’t take much effort to scoop the bra from under Joanna. That was it, she was finally entirely naked. Before turning her over, Tom kissed the small of her back, and both bum cheeks. He had a sudden urge to bite into her buttock but resisted…just in case. He took a deep breath, and then began flipping her onto her back. The sight of her huge natural naked breasts was almost too much for the cabbie. He swallowed hard, and blinked several times, bring tears to his eyes. The sight was simply breathtaking. His hands were shaking as he starting taking pictures of her fabulous tits. The camera was soon full again. He didn’t want to leave her, but he wanted to treasure and relive this night over and over again, so he forced himself off the bed, skipped over to the PC, and started the download. He glanced up at the camcorder, the red light was still on. To make sure there was plenty of light for the camera equipment, Tom switched on both the main light, and also the lamp before returning to his prey. He had managed to circle his tongue around her well-proportioned nipples several times before the familiar 'bing' sounded from the PC alerted him that his last download had finished. Before dashing to retrieve the camera he gave into temptation and bit affectionately into her soft nipple. She let out a little whimper, which panicked Tom. He looked up shaking, to see that although her mouth was now open, to his relief, her eyes were still shut. ‘Shit that was close,’ he whispered to himself. He carried on taking shot after shot, turning her this way and that, placing her hands in various positions. He spent a great deal of time fondling her breasts and shifting them ever so slightly to take a different photo every time. He was having the time of his life. He even managed a few shots where he positioned her limp hand around his erection. That made Tom's penis twitch with anticipation. He rubbed his cock sideways along her luscious lips, and her mouth opened a little. As much as he wanted to force his member inside her mouth, he knew that may bring her out of her comatose state, or worse, she might bite. He didn’t want to wait any longer, he wanted to fuck her now. He stretched his hand down to her pussy, and started rubbing his finger gently around her clitoris. To his surprise she was completely dry, all that groping, sucking and licking had had no affect on the lower region. He continued rubbing, harder this time, and her only reaction was to spread her legs a little wider. He began flicking her clit with is tongue. He had seen this done in many a porn movie and it looked pretty straightforward. It was having an affect, but she wasn't moist enough for him to make a discrete entrance. The clock had been ticking and she could wake from a sudden painful thrust from the thick-dick’ed host. From the bottom drawer of his bedside cabinet he produced some Vaseline which he normally kept for personal use. He scooped out a large finger load of petroleum jelly and started smearing Joanna's cunt. She reacted by raising her right knee slightly, and Tom heard a faint moan. He prayed that she remained asleep for just a while longer. His generous helping of Vaseline was sure to do the trick. He wiped the excess jelly onto his cock as an added precaution. He knelt, facing her and slowly began spreading her long legs. Once he had made enough space for himself, he sat as close as he could to her, and began positioning his cock with his Vaseline covered hand. Tom felt a wave of elation as he rubbed the tip of his knob up and down, brushing against her slit. He couldn't hold off any longer, and with a gentle nudge he started moving in. First, just the tip of his member made it in, he then came out fully before squeezing a little more dick into her hole. He noticed that although her eyes were still shut, her head was starting to move from side to side, just ever so slightly. He smiled and wondered if maybe he had used one too many tablets. With the next push he was almost half way in before he pulled out again. He stared longingly at her naked body. She opened her mouth a little, and licked her lips. In her dream state she moved a hand to her breast, making the mammary wobble from side to side. Tom went in for the final slide - homebase!. He stayed inside her, locked, staring directly at her eyes - still closed. With a mischievous grin, Tom proceeded to gently fuck his guest. He slid comfortably in and out, taking his time to appreciate the scenery. With every thrust her breasts reacted differently, sometimes knocking together like two, water filled balloons. It wasn't long before he felt a rush, and he knew he was about to cum. He slowed to consider his options, then thought, 'Fuck it!' and continued pumping her. Seconds later he shot his entire load inside her. It was truly the best orgasm he had ever had. He tried his best to enjoy the feeling in silence, but couldn't help the guttural noises, and whispered blaspheming. He stayed inside her for a little while longer before withdrawing his cum covered dick. A quick trip to the bathroom, and after changing the tape in his VCR he was ready for round two. After apply some more Vaseline, he quickly re-entered her, and tried his best to prevent another quick climax. The problem was that groping her fabulous tits was enough to drive him over the edge, and soon he felt himself about to shoot his load again. This time he pulled out before he came, and positioned himself over her stomach. He had always wondered what it would be like to fuck a woman's tits, but had never had a sexual partner with tits bit enough to accommodate his fantasy. He wrapped his member between her tits, using his hands to press against the sides of her remarkable breasts. He found the rubbing action a little uncomfortable at first, but soon figured out a pleasurable technique. In his excitement he put most of his weight momentarily on her stomach, and she let out a little whimper. ‘Shit!’ he thought, and lifted himself a little higher. After a few moments, he regained his composure and continued with the titty fuck. Just as he was about to dress Joanna in a pearl necklace, she suddenly yawned. Tom came with such ferocity that his semen sprayed not only on her bosom, neck and chin, but a few visible drops also entered her yawning mouth. Her eyes were still shut, and he heard her swallow. This gave Tom and idea. He used the edge of his finger to wipe his cum off her body, and gently transferred the white juice onto her lips. It wasn’t long before Joanna was licking her lips in her sleep and unknowingly swallowing the rest of his handiwork. 'What next?' he wondered shaking her right breast playfully. As if she had read his mind in her sleep, Joanna turned over onto her stomach, raising her ass slightly in the air. Tom went for the Vaseline. A minute later he had finished swabbing her back passage with the sticky lubricant, and took a few ‘still’ shots before attempting entry. To his surprise he found it remarkably easy to enter her anus. He gradually pushed his way in and out until he was completely inside her back hole. He looked up and noticed the change in her breathing, and how her hands were beginning to clutch pillow. A moment later she twitched and tightened her ass muscles. The sensation was delightful. He waited until she relaxed her hold on his tool, before continuing to pump her passage, enjoying her sporadic, involuntary twitching. 'I wonder if this is her favourite position?' thought Tom as he reached under her to grab hold of her breasts while enjoying her ass. He lasted a lot longer this time; long enough to work up a sweat. His mind started wandering, and he recalled the first time he had secretly groped Joanna's cute ass as he had helped her into the taxi. 'Here I am now, fucking that same ass!' he thought. Ready to cum, he removed his dick from inside her anus and turned her onto her back. He knelt on the pillow beside her face and started to masturbate quickly. Within seconds he shot his creamy sperm all over her face. Some even landed on an earlobe. Satisfied that he was empty he grabbed his camera and captured some images of his facial creativity. The camera flashed full again, so he initiated the download and headed for the toilet. He returned with some wet tissues and proceeded to wipe the white goo off Joanna's face. He kissed her cleaned face, and then collapsed on the bed beside her, joining her in a deep, deep sleep. In the final chapter find out what happens when Joanna wakes up – what will she do to keep the pictures from being published? Please rate this story before you leave this page. All feedback welcomed. Thanks. London Cabbie Ch. 03 Joanna woke to the sound of a loud snore. She tried to open her eyes but her eyelids felt like they'd been super-glued together. With more than a little effort she tried again successfully, but closed them immediately as the light of the 100Watt bulb above dazzled her. There was a heavy weight on top of her, keeping her pinned to the soft mattress. The heavy weight moved slightly with a grunt, and she felt a large hand instinctively tighten its hold on her breast. She remained silent as the stranger continued to move about. He finally settled after raising his thigh in between her open legs until the thigh was firmly locked against her pussy. She felt a dull pain as his leg made contact which could only mean that she had gone all the way - again! She clenched her butt cheeks, again experiencing a dull pain in her nether regions. She tried to swallow and tasted a familiar salty substance. It must have been some night she thought. She tried to recall the events of the night before, but drew a blank. She had been in this situation many times before, and was already rehearsing in her mind what she would say to her nameless companion. 'Well I had a great time. Thanks for everything. You were wonderful. I hope we can do this again some time.' Joanna was finding it difficult to breathe properly with such a heavy load on top of her. She tried sliding along the bed, away from him, but didn't get very far because of his bulk. She heard another snore and her determination grew. She pushed against his hairy arm as hard as she could, and eventually moved off her, rolling to the opposite side of the bed. She took a deep breath as his groping hand left her sensitive breast. With a concerted effort she raised herself, sat up and opened her eyes to inspect her surroundings. It was a very bright untidy bedroom. There was junk lying everywhere, and a PC was whirring away in the corner. The room smelled of sex, and Vaseline. I've woken up in worse places, she thought. She took one look at her snoring, overweight, balding partner and shook her head. Well Joanna, she thought, you've really hit rock bottom now. Maybe he was gifted in another area she thought, and decided to have a look. She leaned over and lifted the duvet covers to stare at his man-meat. His thick cock was drooping to one side. She ran her gaze from end to end and smiled. 'There's the beef!' she whispered to herself. 'Good morning,' said Tom groggily. With a start, Joanna dropped of the duvet, and tried to catch her breath. 'G-Good morning,' she said turning red, hoping he hadn't caught her having a peek. After clearing her throat, she asked, 'Listen babe, I want to thank you for last night. I am running a bit late right now, so could you point me at the bathroom?' 'Sure, Joanna, it's the second door on the other side of the hall.' She thought, well at least he remembers my name, and wished she could remember his. She made her way to the edge of the bed and headed for the bathroom. ** As the bedroom door closed behind her, Tom let out a huge sigh of relief. He had done extremely well to hide his shock, embarrassment, and disbelief at having woken next to a busty attractive naked woman. He couldn't believe that he had managed to blurt out a 'good morning' in such a casual voice. He had remained silent as the shapely nude figure had edged its way to the end of the bed. Tom had stared intently at Joanna's backside as she had walked to the door. 'So it wasn't a dream after all' he whispered to himself. He began to recall all the nasty things he had done to her in the early hours. He quickly got up, didn't bother dressing, and made his way into the living room where he replaced the video tape with a fresh cassette and hit record - just in case. As he walked passed the bathroom door, it opened. Joanna stood in the doorway still naked, and said, 'Honey, I can't figure out how to make the shower heat up, can you give me a hand?' There was a long pause as Tom caught his breath. He took in the full frontal view before regaining his composure, and said, 'yeah, the shower can be a bit temperamental at times. Let me have a look.' As he brushed passed, his elbow made contact with her breast. What drove him wild was that she didn't flinch at the contact. Tom fiddled with the shower taps for a few seconds until a hot jet of water was beginning to steam up the bathroom. He turned to see that Joanna was watching him with her arms folded, and her teeth chattering. The folded arms seemed to push her chest out even more than usual, and the cold room had woken her dark nipples. 'Ready,' said Tom in a squeaky voice. Joanna smiled and said, 'In more ways than one, stud,' her eyes directing him to look down. He felt extremely embarrassed at the sight of his erection, and just stood there speechless as she walked passed him and entered into the shower. After regaining his composure he left the bathroom, to get dressed. Several minutes later, Tom was idling in the hallway when Joanna finally opened the bathroom door. He noticed that she had wrapped a blue towel around herself, and a red hand towel around her hair. The blue towel was just big enough to partly cover her still wet breasts, and managed to reach just above the base of her shapely bum. Tom swallowed. He couldn't take his eyes of her chest area. He loved the way the towel had forced her tits together. He adored the way they jutted out over the towel with just a hint of nipple to keep his interest peaked. 'The most important thing was to remain cool', said a voice in Tom's head. 'If she catches you staring at her like this, then she'll get suspicious, and you'll be in a whole lot of trouble, Tommy boy!' The voice continued, 'Stay calm. Start acting like this was nothing more than a casual a one night stand.' Joanna did notice him staring at her towel-covered tits. She smiled at him and said, 'Shit, I'm sorry, did I use your last clean towels? They were the only ones I could find in the cupboard.' Quick as a flash Tom regained his composure and replied, 'You read my mind, Joanna. Don't worry about it, I think I've got a couple of spares in a drawer somewhere.' 'I'll just get changed then,' she said winking and left for the bedroom. He heard the lock on the bedroom door snap shut. There was no way for him to casually walk into the bedroom now, and make up some excuse to be there while she got changed. He wanted to watch her get dressed. The voyeur in him was not going to give up that quickly, and he thought about his video link up. He made a dash for the living room where he could hear the reassuring mechanical hiss of the video recorder still taping. He tuned his TV and caught sight of Joanna's gorgeous tanned bum as she bent down to pick up her thong off the bed. He could just make out some pubic hair as she bent down even further, exposing more of herself to the video camera. 'Shame I can't work the zoom from in here!' whispered Tom to himself. She unravelled the blue towel from around her body and started wiping herself completely dry. Unfortunately she had her back to the camera - she was facing the bed, causing Tom a great deal of frustration. Tom giggled like an excited schoolboy as she scratched her bum, totally unaware that her every move was being captured on magnetic tape. She leaned forward again, this time placing her three items of clothing neatly within easy reach on the bed. She then threw the blue towel on the floor and took off the towel covering her wet hair. To Tom's amazement and delight she turned around and he got a full view of her naked figure. He kissed the TV, kneeled in front of it, and took out his dick for a quick massage. He then realised that she had turned around to look in the small eye-level mirror hanging on the wall. 'Jesus Christ!' he exclaimed as he watched her frantically rub her hair with the red towel. Her breasts were rocking, and knocking into each other because of her frantic arm movements. He almost came, watching the violent collisions. He prayed that the tape he was using to record this delightful action wasn't chewed. He let go of his dick but remained glued to the TV as she finished drying her hair and started putting on her underwear. As he watched her struggle to encase her enormous tits in that black re-enforced bra, he truly thought himself to be the luckiest cabbie in London. Minutes later, a fully dressed Joanna entered the kitchen, where he stood preparing some tea. Tom noticed that even without makeup she still looked stunning. Her brunette hair was still wet, and some thick strands were clinging to her neck and bosom. She looked a little like Jennifer Connelly in the movie Hot Spot, which by lucky coincidence happened to be his favourite movie! They drank their tea in silence. Eventually, Joanna put down her half-finished mug, and asked Tom if he remembered seeing her shoes in the bedroom. He nodded and continued drinking his tea as she went to fetch her high-heels. When she returned, her polite smile had been replaced by a far more angry and upset expression. 'You bastard, what the fuck have you done?' She was almost in tears. 'I don't know what you mean?' pleaded Tom. 'There are pictures of me, naked, all over your computer screen in the bedroom. What did you do to me last night you sick pervert!' 'What did I do? What did I do?…I didn't do anything. You asked me to take those pictures.' Tom was really clutching at straws now. 'Why the fuck would I ask you to take nude pictures of me?' Tom had to think fast. 'You told me that it turned you on…you told me that you wanted to be famous and that I should post your images on a porn site. You said that it was your birthday and that you wanted to do something wild before you reached your thirties.' Joanna took a moment allowing the information to sink in. 'Oh my God, what have I done,' she said falling to her knees on the hard tiled kitchen floor. Tom kept up the pressure, 'I didn't want to do it, but you said that I could keep all the money that the web site was offering for our performance.' 'Our performance? Oh Jesus this just gets worse and worse.' There were tears in her eyes, 'do you mean that it's more than just NUDE shots of me out there on the Internet?' Tom nodded. 'You mean you can't remember giving me head, and then letting me ride you, doggy style?' Her hands were now covering her face. She shook her head. 'I can't remember a thing,' she said weakly. Tom felt a bit awkward, standing in front of his weeping guest. She was still on her knees, and Tom drifted back to the events of last night as he caught sight of her bra-encased breasts, which looked magnificent at this angle. He snapped out of his daydream and stooped down to pick her up. He stooped slowly, making the most of the bird's eye view. He helped her to her feet and dried her eyes with his thick fingers. 'If my boss sees those pictures, I'm out of a job,' she sobbed. 'If your boss sees the pictures, he'll probably close the blinds in his office and have a good play with himself,' said Tom trying to cheer her up. 'My boss is a 'she', and the bitch doesn't like me at all. She grabbed Tom's hand, 'is there anything you can do?' Tom took a deep breath. 'I'll make you a deal. You calm down, put on some breakfast, and I'll contact the web site, and see if there's anything that can be done before they refresh their web pages.' he said in a soothing tone. 'I couldn't eat a thing,' she said weakly, trying to regain her composure. 'That's a real pity,' thought Tom wickedly, raising an eyebrow. 'But I'll make you some French toast if you show me where you keep the bread,' offered Joanna. Tom was quick to leave the kitchen and set to work backing up all the photos he had taken in the bedroom, onto CD. He could hear Joanna cluttering about in the kitchen, so knew he wouldn't be disturbed. Finally the CD was ready, and with it securely locked in the bedside cabinet, Tom made his way quietly into the living room. There, he swapped the VHS tape again, and hid all his recently recorded videos under a pile of magazines in the corner of the room. He couldn't wait to watch the tape he had just ejected from the recorder again. He was getting turned-on thinking about being able to watch his favourite bank teller putting on her black lacy bra and thong, and finally squeezing that fabulous body into a tight black low cut dress. 'Toast's ready' shouted Joanna from the kitchen. The toast was revolting, but he finished it anyway while chatting to his fantasy woman. During their chat he cleverly threw in a few words and phrases that Tom would have learned about Joanna the night before had they been on a proper date. The truth was that he had learned most of the facts about her from simply eavesdropping on her conversations with Pam at the bank. He also slipped his own name into their conversation so that she could pretend to have remembered it all by herself. He could see her eyes widen slightly and her head nodded when she picked up on his name being Tom. Tom finished the last bite of toast in silence, as Joanna waited eagerly to hear about her dilemma. Tom's wicked mind was working overtime. 'I won't bullshit you, Joanna,' he lied, 'the company aren't too happy about pulling their main update. They want the money that they wired into my account, and also a reclaim fee of two thousand pounds.' 'Fuck me!' said Joanna trying to figure out how she had managed to get herself into such a mess. 'I hope to,' thought Tom. He looked directly into her eyes and said, 'Look, I did try to talk you out of it last night, but you were so moody, and insisted that I send the pictures to the porn site. You said that if I didn't want the money I could donate it to "some fucking charity". I don't mind paying them back the money they gave me, but what do you want me to do about this two thousand pound fine?' 'I haven't got that kind of money. Shit, I don't have any savings at all,' said Joanna in a broken voice. She thought about asking Pam, but didn't want to have to explain why she needed the money. During their breakfast chat, Tom had strategically mentioned that he had been saving up for the holiday of a lifetime. After a deep breath, Joanna said in a clear slow voice, 'Tom? I know we've only just met, but I have to ask you, I beg you, can you please help me to get out of this nightmare…please?' He let her suffer with a few seconds of silence before saying, 'No…you don't mean my holiday money? You can't be serious! I've been saving for years to go on this trip. You don't know how important this holiday is to me. Driving a cab for all these year has taken its toll, the doctors have told me that I need some serious stress relief or else I'm heading for a stroke before I'm forty!' He could have won an Oscar for that little speech, but the truth was that he had been over-stressed lately. 'I'm sorry I don't know where else to turn,' pleaded Joanna, in genuine desperation. She took a step closer towards Tom in the kitchen, biting her lip, and straightening her shoulders. 'We did have a great time last night, didn't we?' 'Well, to be brutally honest, it wasn't anything special. You weren't exactly sober, and you seemed more worried about the pictures looking good rather than enjoying the sex.' Tom was really enjoying this. On hearing that, Joanna took a step backing thinking that there was no point pursuing that line of persuasion. She started rubbing her hands and biting her lip nervously. She wondered how long it would take for the bank to authorise a loan that big, then she remembered that she would have to get it authorised by her bitch-queen manager, who would insist on knowing what the loan was for. Tom gave her an opening. 'If I loaned you the money, how long would you take to pay me back?' Joanna's eyes widened and said, 'as soon as I can. Look I don't earn that much, but I could pay you back in instalments. Say £100 a month?' Tom shook his head. 'No I can't put off my holiday that long,' he teased. Joanna didn't want to lose her only chance to get out of this mess. She took a step toward him again, and said, 'my last holiday was so stressful, that I felt like I needed another break just to get over it! Holidays aren't all that they are cracked up to be you know.' Her voice was failing her by the end of the sentence as she thought that no one would believe that. This was taking far too long so Tom decided on a more direct approach. He said, 'Look, I think you are a very attractive woman, possibly the most attractive woman I have ever met. I'm never going to forget last night because I don't believe I'll ever be with anyone as beautiful as you again.' He paused to take a deep breath, refusing to look directly at her. Joanna absorbed the new information like a sponge and thought, 'Shit! This guy really means it. This isn't just some lame chat up line.' She was now filling with confidence as she felt that she had the upper hand for the first time. 'You really are sweet,' said Joanna, leaning over and giving him a peck on the cheek. Tom closed his eyes are she did so. She whispered in his ear, 'It's a real shame you can't help me Tom. I mean who's to say that you couldn't have had a replay of last night?' She took a step back and put her hands on her hips, spreading her legs slightly apart. In her sexiest voice, she said, 'What's two thousand pounds, compared to a passionate night with, what did you call me? Oh yes, the most attractive woman you had ever met?' Tom swallowed hard, and started to tremble. He couldn't speak. Noticing his trembling, Joanna sniggered mockingly. 'Don't be shy. Thomas.' A dark cloud enveloped his mind as he watched her tease him. He really didn't like being mocked. He felt embarrassed and infuriated as she started to laugh openly at his nervousness. He rushed forward and started kissing her roughly, pressing her against the cold tiled wall. She pulled herself free from his embrace and shouted, 'You son of a bitch, that hurt, you bit my lip!' He slapped her, hard. He couldn't stop himself. It was as if someone else had taken control of his mind. After a sharp intake of breath Joanna slapped him back, and said, 'Listen Prick! I don't like the rough stuff, do you hear me?' He managed a nod as he came to his senses. The mood had changed now. All she wanted to do was leave, but knew she had to spend a few more hours with the overweight, hairy cabbie. He was getting more and more desperate to fuck his houseguest. He didn't want to play any more games. He grabbed her hand and led her quickly into the bedroom. She protested that he was hurting her wrists but her complaints fell on deaf ears. She didn't like the change that had come over him and thought, perhaps the doctors had been right about his stress levels. She thought that it was probably best to play along with him as best she could, as she didn't relish the thought of having to explain a bloody lip and black eye to her boss on Monday. He thought about tearing off her clothes, and started clawing at the top of her dress. With great effort she forced his hands off her, and exclaimed, 'I'll do it! Will you please calm down!' He took a step back and started trying to relax, taking long deep breaths. She quickly unzipped the dress and threw it on a nearby chair. Tom's breathing became more erratic, and he thought he was going to hyperventilate. Joanna thought that she had better do something quickly to control this freak before he did something stupid. She sat on the bed in her black underwear facing Tom and beckoned him over. He was beginning to wheeze now, as if he had asthma, and could feel himself getting dizzy as he approached the edge of the bed. She quickly unzipped his jeans, pulled them down to his knees along with his boxers and stuck his semi-hard cock into her mouth. A great rush of pleasure flowed though Tom's entire body as she started to suck on his tool. He could feel her tongue flicking saliva around his penis head as she alternated between shallow and deep thrusts. London Cabbie Ch. 03 His breathing soon returned to normal as he started to lose himself completely in the blowjob. She stared up at him with his cock deep down her throat, blinking quickly as she managed to get his entire dick in her mouth. After a few seconds she started pulling out, but Tom was enjoying the sensation of being fully down her throat too much, so he grabbed the back of her head and held her forehead tight against his stomach. Expecting something like this, she had relaxed her throat, and was now breathing through her nose while he held her in place. She wanted him to cum quickly so she wrapped her hands around his hairy butt cheeks and dug her nails into his flesh. He let out a little whimper, and could feel a build up in his balls. He released his hold on her head expecting her to pull away gasping for air, but instead she continued pumping his dick with her mouth, faster and faster. She was doing everything in her power to make him cum. She stopped for a second to take in some air. As she opened her mouth strands of saliva started to thin and break their connection between her lips, and his wet, twitching dick. She grabbed his dick with her right hand and started tossing him off. The handjob was extremely rough, and Tom flinched with the pain. He grabbed both her wrists, held her arms above her head and ordered her to keep sucking. She found it awkward to blow him without the help of her hands to steady his cock. His dick kept slipping out of her mouth. She tried to release her arms from his grip, but his hold was just too tight. 'Open your mouth wide,' he gasped, still standing at the edge of the bed. She did so, trying to relax her throat guessing what was about to happen. He slipped his dick into her mouth and started to fuck her face, in long quick jabs. Each jab reached the back of her throat. She could feel her jaw muscle tightening, but kept still. He switched grip on her wrists and managed to free a hand while keeping both of Joanna's arms locked above her head with his other hand. With his free hand he held the back of her head in a fixed position, then smacked his dick against the back of her throat until she gagged violently. He immediately removed his cock from her mouth allowing her to cough freely. Just as she recovered, he forced his dick down her throat again and started feeling his way slowly deeper and deeper. When his dick was all the way in, he grinned. Tom looked down to see her eyes closed, he could tell that Joanna was concentrating hard to stop herself from gagging again. He moved her head slightly from side to side, pressing her face against his body. The sensation was unbelievable. He was deepthroating the girl of his wet dreams. With much effort Joanna jerked a hand loose from his grip and used it to push against his thigh, trying to lever her suffocating face off her assailant's hairy soft stomach. He gradually released her, watching his thick dick slowly appear from her wide-open mouth. 'Take it easy,' she managed in a whisper as she wiped saliva off her chin. A red light from a corner shelf caught her attention. 'That thing better not be recording me, or I walk!' she demanded, getting her voice back. Tom just smiled and moved his dick towards her again. She flung herself further back onto the bed and scrabbled backwards towards the headboard. 'I mean it!' she yelled. Tom shook his head in an exaggerated motion and after quickly removing his clothes, stepped towards the corner shelf. He reached up and pointed at the red light. 'That means it's recharging, ok?' She looked at him with uncertainty in her gaze. 'For fuck sake, there isn't even a tape in the goddamn thing!' he said in a deep voice. He reached up, pressed the eject button on the side of the camcorder and put his fingers into the cassette opening. He took great care to ensure that he didn't accidentally unplug any of the VCR link-up cables connected to the back of the camcorder. Turning his gaze toward Joanna, he asked, 'Satisfied?' She nodded feeling embarrassed and started crawling towards Tom who was standing in readiness at the edge of the bed. He watched her breasts swing from side to side in the black bra as she approached. After clearing her throat she continued her marathon blowjob. She kept her hands low so that he couldn't grab them, and sucked hard on the head of his penis. She wondered why he hadn't cum yet, and then it dawned on her that whenever he was about to orgasm, he would stop her from sucking, either by pressing her head against him, or by releasing her. After thirty seconds of rhythmic sucking, she felt his hands go for the back of her head. 'He must be ready,' she thought, and intercepted his hands with hers. With a hard tug she directed his hands towards her bra cups. Tom automatically grasped her bra-laden breasts and started to rub. His complete fascination with breasts was so overwhelming that he had no choice but to clutch and grope them. With his hands safely occupied Joanna set to work frantically sucking on his hard dick. Her head bobbed back and forward, and her tongue took every opportunity to make contact with the head of his penis. 'Shit! Shit!' he gasped as he felt the overpowering sensation to release his load. He felt his cum rush through his dick, and burst into the back of Joanna's throat. She moaned as she felt the hot sticky sperm cover her tonsils and flood onto her tongue. She swallowed several times to keep her mouth clear, then released his dick. He took an exhausted step back from the edge of the bed, his chest glistening with sweat. Looking down he examined his dick. He was still hard, and he noticed small patches of his semen irritating his penis. 'Lick me clean,' he grunted, stumbling forward. She set to work scooping and licking until his dick was spotless. Moments later they were resting side by side on the bed. 'Are we done then?' she asked hoping that he was too exhausted to continue. 'Not quite,' he replied. He was not willing to let her go just yet. He looked toward the camcorder and imagined how great this was going to look on his TV. He reached over and grabbed her bra-covered breast, and started squeezing. He reached down and peeled off her thong. Grabbing her shoulder he pulled slightly and she turned onto her stomach. He quickly removed her bra and turned her back over onto her front. Joanna noticed his worshipping stare as he gazed in awe at her naked bust. Pleased that she had figured out his Achilles' heel, she started fondling herself, 'like what you see?' she said in a sexy tone. 'Fuck yeah,' he replied now stiff again. 'Come on then,' she said impatiently, spreading her legs. He stroked her thigh as he positioned himself in front of her pussy. She longed for this day to be over, wanting nothing more than to go back to her own flat and have a long hot shower. She didn't find him attractive at all, but the thought of clearing a two thousand pounds debt, in exchange for a quick shag kept her spirits up. Reaching forward, she took hold of his cock and pulled it towards her. 'Stick it in, what are you waiting for?' she said showing signs of frustration. He pushed forward attacking her expectant hole. She let out a yell as he applied more pressure. 'You're not ready,' said Tom, pulling his dick away from the target. 'Shit!' she thought, punching the pillow. Joanna wandered if she would ever get out of his flat. 'Calm down,' said Tom starting to rub her pussy. Stroking lightly at first, then applying more and more pressure, he was keen to get her juices flowing. He prised her legs apart and went down on her. He licked the sides of her membrane then started to flick her clit with his tongue. His tongue darted from side to side, then up and down, concentrating all effort near the top end of her pussy, while a finger joined in the fun, and started probing a bit lower down. The dual action was starting to work wonders on the reluctant sex toy, and against her will she started to enjoy the attention. Tom looked up and noticed her eyes were shut and she was moving her head from side to side on the pillow. She was opening and closing her mouth, taking deep breaths. His finger began to ease its way into her inviting hole. After a few more licks he pulled his face and finger away and positioned himself on top of her. He started entering her slowly, but she was showing a great deal of discomfort at his entry. He thought about pulling out again, but the throbbing dick was sending a different message to Tom's brain. With a sharp push he slammed himself into her. 'You bastard!' she yelled, punching his back. Smiling to himself, Tom pulled out slightly and slammed her again, and again. He continued his pounding until she stopped yelling. He slowed his pace but stayed deep inside her. Her yelling had turned to silence, and as he started thrusting from further and further outside her pussy, the silence eventually turned into moaning. He carried on pumping her, feeling her wet, warm insides with every thrust. He tried to reach down to grab her breasts, but he was too heavy when his hands weren't being used to help support his bulk. Realising his frustration, Joanna motioned for him to lie on his back. She quickly climbed on top of him and inserted his dick into her open pussy. She started to ride him slowly, still feeling sudden bursts of pain as his shaft continued to stretch her insides. This was her favourite position, and her juices were flowing even more than before. This helped her deal with the thick impaled cock. She felt Tom's hands grab her breasts, and she continued riding him, gaining a better balance thanks to his supportive hands. Tom groped, and rubbed, turning his hands in every conceivable direction on her huge breasts, while her stretched pussy worked his cock. He had started playing with her nipples when he felt a build-up in his ball sack. Joanna read his face, and started pounding harder. He pulled his hands away from her breasts, and she told him to look at her tits. She was jumping up and down on his cock, making her breasts bounce in every direction. She brought her elbows closer together, making her bobbing breasts look even more voluptuous. In all her efforts to make him cum, she never thought for a second that she would orgasm before him, but she did. The spasm shot through her from the tips of the toes, and finally ended with a tingling sensation at the back of her head. She shuddered as the orgasm subsided. Regaining her composure she looked down at Tom. 'Don't come inside me!' she said, pulling herself off his cock. She turned to lay on her back beckoning Tom to move his cock toward her mouth. She started sucking on his dick while making Tom watch her play with her boobs. Moments later he pulled his cock abruptly out of her mouth. He grabbed his dick and started spraying his cum all over her tits, and face. Totally emptied, he tapped his cock on Joanna's lips. She opened wide and accepted his cocking for another clean. They lay together for a while in complete silence. She couldn't remember the last time she had experienced an orgasm that hadn't been induced by a vibrating piece of plastic. Joanna knew that it was her own fault because she was normally completely pissed during sex. She tapped Tom's side in appreciation for having helped her remember what she had been missing out on in her drunken state for all these years. He lay thinking about the amazing afternoon that he had just experienced, and how much he was going to enjoy replaying it over and over in his living room. 'Are we done now?' asked Joanna with less impatience, and more fatigue. 'I'm done,' said Tom with a great deal of satisfaction in his voice. Minutes later, she was up, dressed, and tapping commands into Tom's computer. He stared up and asked what she was doing. 'Just making sure that you've deleted all the files correctly, babes,' replied Joanna concentrating on clearing the recycle bin, and doing a full check on his disk drive. She was still clicking away on the PC when Tom got dressed and left for the living room to check on his VHS recording. He switched on the TV and could clearly make out Joanna typing away in the bedroom. 'Perfect,' he said quietly to himself, stopping the recording and hiding the cassette. Joanna didn't leave the computer for another fifteen minutes, giving Tom time to make them a cup of tea. She gulped down the tea and asked once more about the two thousand pounds. He nodded at Joanna and said that he would take care of it, and that she had nothing to worry about. He passed her a note with the address of a Hardcore Amateurs porn site that he visited on a regular basis and reassured her that she would never appear on the site, ever! Feeling re-assured, Joanna accepted a lift back to her flat in his cab. They arrived a short while later, after having barely spoken to each other en-route. Once outside the cab, Joanna leaned towards Tom's open window, and gave his a passionate farewell kiss. His right hand felt its way down her shoulder and cupped her left breast, squeezing hard. Joanna slowly broke away from the kiss, looked down at his groping hand, and joked, 'you must have been bottle fed!' After a final kiss, she walked off toward her home, no longer feeling the same urgent need to shower as soon as she got there. Tom closed the cab window, and let out a yell of delight, punching into the air. He then turned on the ignition and headed home to enjoy is camera work. London Cabbie He peeked at her at every set of red lights, and was deliberately taking the longest route he could through the city centre, all the time he could hear her sliding about on the back seat. Great, he thought, another red light. He turned with an excited grin on his face, which disappeared quickly as he noticed that she was no longer lying asleep on his seat, but was sitting upright staring directly at him with eyes fully open. He didn't know what to say, he just continued to stare back at her. 'I need to pee,' she said sharply. 'We're not too far from your house now, my dear, another ten minutes...' 'No, I need to pee now,' insisted Joanna. He couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth, 'you could always use my bathroom. I only live round the next block.' He blushed. 'Hurry up,' she nodded crossing her long stocking covered legs. His heart raced as he braked sharply outside his flat. Her eyes were starting to close again, but her need to pee kept her awake. 'It's the first floor,' he mumbled as he opened the door into the communal building entrance. '...stairs...' was the only word he could make out in her slurred speech. 'Don't worry, I'll help you,' he said placing his arm around her familiar waist. They tackled the stairs with ease, Tom's grip was firm, and tight. 'Only a few more steps to go,' he reassured his semi-conscious guest. Just then she misjudged her footing and slipped on the stair. She started to slide down, out of his grip but instinctively he tightened his hold on her to prevent her from falling further. He froze as he noticed that he was now clutching her just below her breast, he swallowed hard, and steadied them both before tackling the final steps to his front door. He was too nervous to make eye-contact and instead stared directly ahead, taking the remaining steps one at a time. His face was bright red, and his mind racing as he gradually purposely moved his hand higher and higher with every step. By the time they reached the last step, the top of his hand had moved high enough for Tom to feel the under-wire of her bra beneath that black dress. He longed to grope her breast but didn't want to risk frightening her off. To be continued...if you want...