2 comments/ 84317 views/ 16 favorites Taxi Taxi By: mista_saxman "Amy, we're fucked. There's no way we can afford to get back home, so this man is willing to drive us there in return for half an hour alone with you in his back room. It'll be our secret, no one will ever find out, I promise." It all seemed pretty reasonable to me as we stood together in a taxi house, sheltering from the rain in a village in the middle of nowhere. If it had been a woman, I know I'd do sexual favours for a free ride home! Amy stared at the floor. We were miles from home and had missed the last bus. The taxi would only accept payment before the journey, and there was no way on earth we could walk. The fat man behind the counter had offered to take us for free if he could have Amy for half an hour in the back room. He seemed to be joking when he said it but I was certain he would stand to his side of the deal if we kept ours. We both knew the only other way we could get home would be to wait 5 hours until the bus service started again, but we were at college in the morning and had not planned to be out this late. Amy glanced at the vulgar man behind the counter, about 40 year old with a beer belly poking out under his dirty white T shirt, with overgrown stubble on his rolled chin. Her eyes returned to the floor as she slowly approached the door into the back room of the empty taxi house. He stood up with a grin and ushered her inside, "That's it love, you know it makes sense," he snorted, "get your cute little arse in there and show me what you've got and I'll make sure you get home alright." He patted her bum as they entered, I felt awful as I heard the door lock behind them. There was a slight gap in the covered window so I took up position to peek through it into the back room where Amy stood before the man, who had now taken up position in a chair. "Right," he started, "best make this good if you want to get home tonight honey. Just for introduction, I'm Jim. Now let's make a start by you getting your pretty self topless for me." She stood still, 'come on Amy' ran through my mind as I mentally egged her on, not thinking of how horrible this must be for her, my mind was just on getting home; although now I had the chance to see my friend naked, performing sexual acts upon a stranger. The snake in my pants was already beginning to swell just thinking about it. "Don't make me have to strip you myself!" he snapped. Amy closed her eyes and began to lift her top over her head, showing a pair of tits bulging inside her cotton bra. "Ooo...lovely. Right, now the bra." She removed the bra too, now beginning to accept the situation and not wanting to be left in the rain in the middle of nowhere for the night. Jim was now rubbing his crotch through his jeans, watching this college girl strip before him on command. "You've made little Jimmy here all hard," he sighed, "take off your jeans and shoes too. You can leave your underwear on for now if you want, I like my sluts in panties." "Can I leave my trousers on and just do something else?" she asked nervously, "I'll suck your dick if you let me, but I please don't want to take them off!" "Yeah feel free," he replied, "if you and your friend out there fancy sleeping out rough tonight." She paused slightly, but soon took off her ankle boots and began to pull down her jeans over her feet, revealing a tight fitting thong above her toned thighs. Jim stood up and walked over to her, his jeans tightened by the bulge beneath. "That's you almost stripped, now how about me? I need you to take off my jeans, so if you'd do me the honour..." He pulled her hands to his buckle and she began to open up this man's jeans while looking away at the wall in disgust, the buttons popping open easily as his hard member burst out. He slid his jeans down to his ankles for her and placed her hands on his cock. "Rub me. Tug my dick and run your pretty little hands over my hard old cock." He was swaying and groaning as her hands moved slowly over his dick. "Kneel down," he commanded, "take it in your mouth. I want you to taste this old man's penis. Use your other hand to get your pussy nice and wet, I want that hole next." I looked at the clock, it was 2:40, Amy had been in there almost ten minutes. She had her hand inside her thong, rubbing her pussy, wanting to be wet to reduce the friction of this man's dick, which was now pushing inside her sucking mouth - she could count on one hand the amount of times she'd had sex, therefore knew sex with this man was going to be slightly uncomfortable, even on a good day. After about 5 minutes of skilful sucking he said he was getting close, and wanted to be inside her pussy. He lifted Amy to her feet and peeled down her thong, rubbing her crotch as he did so. "Lie over that desk," he ordered, pointing to a table in the corner of the room. She sat on the edge of the desk as this fat man pulled off his jeans, and waddled over to her, his belly still sticking out under his tight T shirt. He forcefully kissed her and groped her pert tits with his stubby fingers, pushing her down on the desk and began rubbing his hard dick over her moist entrance. "Ohh..." escaped her lips as he pushed inside her tight, almost virgin, hole. Her eyes were closed, trying to imagine another scenario, any would be better than being fucked by a fat taxi rank worker. "Mmm...you've got one tight pussy here honey. I'm gonna enjoy this!" His hands were mauling her tits as he edged his way inside, being rather gentlemanlike in my opinion. Amy now had her eyes open and was trying to avoid eye contact with him, looking to her side...at the door...across the wall...along the window ledge...then through the window and into my eyes! 'Shit!' I thought. Her eyes trailed away helplessly, her body rocking with the steady rhythm of Jim's thrusts. Did she see me? Was she disgusted that I was watching? Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as Jims thrusting was now causing the table to bang on the wall. "Oh baby, I'm guna cum soon! Oh yeah...I'm guna cum deep in your pussy" Amy couldn't help the moans escaping her lips, "P...p...please...no...I'm...not on the pill...ah...ah..." Her own orgasm was approaching as her pussy tightened around Jim's hard prick. She shunted up into a sitting position, gripping and pulling his T shirt as her orgasm took over, "Aah...oo...fuck!" she panted loudly, her face now overcome with pleasure. "That's it baby, cum all over my hard cock. Oh, you're so fucking tight...I'm gonna cum deep inside you ...mmm...fuck...suck out my hot cum!" From the way he was slamming his dick into her, I knew he was squirting his load deep inside her pussy. His rhythm had turned into abrupt jolts as he overcame his orgasm, with Amy coming down from hers and lying back on the table. Suddenly a man appeared beside me, "Jim! Jim, it's Dave!" He looked around 20 and was pulling on the door handle, before ripping a key out of his pocket and entering the back room. On entrance, he was startled by the sight of naked Amy slumped on the desk and his boss, Jim, pulling out his limping dick from her hole. "Oh fuck, sorry Jim, I'll be outside," He started to exit the room when Jim called out, "No, Dave, come back in it's alright," he said, beginning to pull up his trousers. "Hey, no!" I shouted, trying to enter the room. Jim pushed me back out, "There's five minutes yet son! If you don't mind..." He closed the door and locked themselves back inside as I took up my position peering through the window. Amy had sat up off the desk, refusing to be fucked again, trying to fight them off, but was overpowered and pushed back down onto the desk. "On your back love," he growled, "time for some more cock in your pussy, you pretty little thing" A tear trailed down Amy's cheek as Jim secured her shoulders to the desk, taking the opportunity to fondle her tits and nipples as his workmate downed his trousers and sank his dick straight into her moist pussy. "She's fucking hot isn't she?" Jim commented, "and all she wants is a ride home!" Amy felt like a slut and began to regret her decision to come into the room. She had her eyes closed tight again and tried to block out the situation in her mind. "Fuck yeah," Dave replied, "she's fucking hot man, and her pussy is so tight! Open your eyes! Look into my mine; I want you to look at me while I'm fucking you!" She opened her eyes and saw Dave gazing right back into them, his face gleaming as he pounded her relentlessly. "Oh baby, I think I wanna cum over your pretty little face" He pulled his cock out of her pussy and mounted her chest on the desk, pushing her tits around his dick. "Push your hot tits together, squeeze my cock between them, I want to fuck your tits" Amy reluctantly pressed her tits together as Jim pulled her head forward, causing the tip of Dave's dick to nudge into her mouth on each upstroke. "Oh fuck, she's so hot, I'm gonna cum so hard! Look into my eyes while I cum all over your face! Oh fuck...here it comes...mmm..." Bursts of cum spurted out of his dick. Amy tried to look away but Jim was holding her head tight in place. She stopped pressing her tits together but Dave was now wanking himself furiously, sending big gushes over her face and hair. As his spurts began to subside he pushed his dick between her closed lips, "Suck me clean bitch!" he yelled. She opened her mouth immediately, cleaning his cock with her tongue. He took it out and wiped up some of the cum from her face and pushed it back into her mouth. Amy was gagging at the vile taste, swallowing desperately to remove it from her mouth. Dave eventually pulled out and dismounted, Jim passing her a tissue to wipe the remains of the cum from her as Amy was told her session had finished, "Get dressed. Dave here will take you and your mate home. I have to say it's been a pleasure," Jim sniggered, picking up her thong, "but I think I'll keep this as a memento." The three exited the back room and we were led to Dave's car, Jim firmly squeezing Amy's arse as we left. We sat in the back silently after I told Dave where to take us. I asked him to drop us at nearby shops, not wanting him to know where we lived. Amy had not looked at me since she noticed me watching as Jim shagged her. The ride was long with a constant awkward silence. "There you go," Dave said as we pulled up, "sleep well, honey, you deserve it." As the taxi left, I hugged Amy, the smell of cum still in her hair. She looked into my eyes for the very first time in what seemed like ages, "So we gonna keep this a secret?" she asked. "Of course, I won't say a word, I promise." I escorted her home and she invited me in for a much needed drink to help us both digest what had happened. Her parents were away and we sat in the kitchen. We sat opposite at the table in silence, suddenly broken by, "So did you like what you saw?" I was stunned, but tried to respond, "Amy I think we should try and put it to the back of our minds." "No, I don't mean what happened. I mean me. Naked." "Er...," I stumbled as I searched for a response. She was stunning and I couldn't keep it from her, "Amy, I thought you looked...well...gorgeous. But always have, so..." It couldn't have sounded more stupid if I had tried! "Really?" she seemed quite startled and smiled back at me. She got out of her chair, walked round to where I was sitting and pushed her way onto my knee, her arms wrapped around my neck. She kissed me lightly, "I like you too Danny," she continued between kisses, "No...in fact...I love you" We were suddenly encased in each other, our tongues exploring each others mouth as we gripped each other passionately. She tasted slightly salty – probably from remnants of semen still in her mouth - but I wasn't complaining, I was kissing such a fine young woman, one who I had yearned for as far as I can remember. Amy broke it off and stood up grinning, "Come on!" She took my hand and quickly led me upstairs to her room. We ripped each others clothes off in a passionate frenzy and made love right there on her bed. I came deep inside her before we slouched in each others arms and fell asleep together. It was the start of a perfect relationship with a perfect young woman. Taxi! Taxi! New York is a wonderful place, but in Early Spring it can sometimes be miserable. Especially for a Cab driver. Tuesday night is usually a good night for a Hack. But this night my fare box wasn't even half full. A bone chilling rain fell all day, chasing most of the business off the streets. The gratuities were plentiful, so the night wasn't a complete waste. I'm twenty five, six feet, and 195 pounds. My skin is brown, reddish-brown, like cinnamon. My eyes are brown also. I wear a trimmed mustache, and keep my hair short but neat. Three times a week I work out and play B-ball to stay in shape. I've been told I have rugged good looks. That means, I'll never make the cover of GQ, but I'm not butt ugly either. For the past two years I've made my living driving a taxicab. It's a mean hustle, but it pays the bills. It was close to midnight when I let a Fare out at Union Square. I just finished nine straight hours behind the wheel. My butt was numb, my eyes burned, and my stomach felt like it was full of stones. Man!…was I thirsty. I was ready to call it quits and return the Checker to the garage. As my luck would have it, the traffic light at Fourteenth and Broadway caught me. A Fare quickly got in and requested to be taken to Greenwich Village. "Last one," I vowed, and wheeled the cab carefully thru the freezing downpour. I let the Fare out at Bleecker street and West Fourth. I put on my OFF DUTY sign and pulled away from the curb. My thoughts turned to a funky little Jazz club in the nearby Meat Packing District. It's an out of the way place where I go to meet nice people. I figured I'd stop in for a drink then head home. I got there in no time! I parked the cab discretely, a few doors down, and walked the short distance to the club. As soon as I entered it was evident that business had suffered all around. It wasn't a live music night, so only the intrepid and lonely would brave such a night to be here. The barmaid tossed me a cute wink and smiled in recognition. There were three guys in the place, as well as a buxom brunette. The brunette stood reading over selections at the jukebox, with her shapely backside turned to all. The trio sat together at the bar's far end. A cave like void hung over the band space. The mixacologist, cocked a thumb toward her bottles, anticipating my order. I returned her smile and nodded, appreciating the regular treatment. My favorite drink was set on a napkin before me. I took a sip, maintaining playful eye contact with the barmaid. "Umptt…ahhh…excellent!" I said with a flourish and laid a Jackson down. An indication to the Gin slinger, that the drink met my approval, and I intended to stay awhile. She was grinning flirtatiously, which was consistent with her demeanor, as far as I was concerned. As a regular on Jazz nights, I always reward the people behind the bar who accommodate me. After two sips, the chill abated, and my stomach felt much better. Over all I felt invigorated. I spun on my stool to beckon the shapely lady at the music box. "Say Miss…Please play some music to chase our Blues away!" I pleasantly intoned. "Sure" she said, straightening up and turning around. Looking in my direction, she spotted the bill I offered for the music, and started towards me. Man!…Was I ever glad I spoke! She was a knockout. Not beautiful, or even gorgeous. Just a damn good looking woman. I mean…facing me was a visual delight. A lovely woman without all the makeup and fashion gimmicks many women use. Everything about her said 'natural'. 'What you see is what you get.' This hot looking babe, filled the bill in all departments. She looked Mediterranean, with lovely dark tresses about a slightly oval face. She had beautiful brown eyes. They blinked at me under thick arced eyebrows. A prominent but cute nose adorned her face. Along with the most delicious pair of lips I've ever seen at this end of a woman's body. All the features blended well with her light olive complexion. A knee length black dress fell softly about her, adding drama to her appearance. Though the dress fit well, it could barely contain her breasts. They resembled horizontal pyramids and were just as prodigious, straining against the silky fabric. The luscious mounds divided her chest. They stood out from her body like the bumpers on a '56 Buick. I expected her to tilt in her high heels. I guessed her height to be five-six, her weight about one-forty. Was I drooling? I wondered, realizing that my eyes popped looking at her. Coming toward me was my wet dream in real time. This voluptuous creature had me completely captivated. "What would you like?" She asked, shaking me out of my reverie. Dare I answer truthfully? I mused. Dare not! Came the mindful reply. "Anything! You decide." I blurted out, fully awake from my trance. I handed her the bill, gripping it just enough to make her regard me. She departed, giving me a rousing view of her jutting ass. J-Lo had nothing on this lady. You rarely find buttocks that high, round, and full on white women. To say I liked what I saw, would be a major understatement. Legs! Did I mention her legs? 'Babygirl' had legs. I stared down at fine sculpted ankles, strong shapely legs, with firm rounded thighs like a cheerleader. Her heels accentuated everything when she walked. She didn't have to do anything more than just be here. My night was now complete. I thank the heavens, I stopped in this night. Watching her was all the refreshment I needed. "Oh the weather outside is frightful…" That lyric swirled in my mind as I watched her body swish the soft material of her dress. A danceable piece started, waking the small clientele with its bone jarring volume. Babygirl's backfield shimmied to the heavy thumping backbeat. She continued entering selections while her body connected to the rhythm. It was a kind of hip shaking, bootie quaking thing some females do. Sort of a prelude, to doing the real thing on the dance floor. My spirits had risen in more ways than one. I turned back to the bar, concealing the growth of spirit in my crotch. With her selections entered, 'Babygirl' danced to the middle of the old wood floor. Her provocative steps attracted everyone's interest. A big blonde guy stood and made his way toward our sexy entertainer. Bad move! I thought as I watched his shaky strut. She rebuffed him with the irreverent salute of her little finger. I draped the bar. Although my back was turned to the floor, I charted her every move in the mirror. Her choreography, was right out of B.E.T. It was sexy…sassy…nasty…classy. 'Babygirl' had been hanging out. There was plenty of boogy, in her steps. It's not unusual to find working girls in New York, who know all the Street dances, and routines. Her repertoire, included most of them, plus many of her own. I sat there mesmerized. Envisioning her as my 'private' dancer. Gyrating on…around …and under…me. The club had come alive. A cabaret atmosphere abound. Everyone applauded when the piece ended. There were calls for more of the same. Our star glowed as she whirled in the bar light. Our eyes connected briefly, in the mirror. The sexy performer, openly assessed me from where she stood. Panting, waiting for her next selection. 'Babygirl' knew I caught her action and was trying to be cool. But this well endowed 'belle of the bar' had so much going on, I failed miserably, in spite of my best efforts. I was aroused beyond belief, just watching her shake her body down. She didn't seem to mind me looking though. In some ways I felt like her main audience. Her body twitched, as she latched onto a new rhythm. I watched her hips syncopate to the beat, moving the rest of her body to follow. The hem of her dress rose enticingly, as she charged into another stirring presentation. Each twist and turn exposed more of her shapely legs. I couldn't help imagining how they'd feel wrapped around me. Rubbing me, gripping me. "No use feigning indifference" I thought turning toward the dance floor. I rested my elbows back on the bar and watched enthralled. It didn't matter to me now if she saw my excitement. I intended to be a good audience and enjoy her performance. The floor was hers and did she ever use it up. She twisted, bumped, grinded, and gyrated. Contorted to the funky, driving, rhythms. She strutted her stuff, from one end of the bar to the other. The clientele ate it up, urging her to let herself go. The all-male audience did enough drooling, to wet a truck load of envelopes. I chipped in a bucket by myself. When the music stopped the small group showed its appreciation again. Our dancer hovered in a ballet pose. Made a turn, curtsied toward the bar, and took the stool next to mine. "Bravo…Thank you." I said. And meant it. "You were great out there." I continued. "Thanks to you!" She replied, still breathing hard from exertion. I smiled, to acknowledge her reference. "May I offer you something?" I asked. "Yes, thank you. I'd like a 'Collins," she said. I nodded to the barmaid standing nearby. "I'm Douglas, but please call me Sweet." I offered, extending my hand. "As in Sweet Potato pie, my favorite." She accepted my handshake warmly. Gripping it a little longer than necessary. "Basha." She offered. Then added, "I've seen you here before, Sweet." "Oh?" I said. The inflection exposed more surprise than I intended. "Yes, a couple of times, on Jazz nights." She continued. "It's been my experience, that when a woman in a club admits to seeing you there before, they already have the 411 on you." The dark haired lovely, picked up the tall frosted glass set before her, and took a sip. The potency surprised her. Her eyes flicked first to the barmaid, then back to me. The barmaid gave me a wink over Basha's shoulder. Our silent communiqué, did not go unnoticed. We all knew she put a bit extra into it to help things along. Basha was cool with it though. She took a few swigs, settled back, crossed her legs, and started telling me about herself. She was twenty-two, unattached, and worked in the Wall Street area. Said she was a regular. Coming mostly on Jazz nights. And like me, drawn to the music, menu, and people. Basha expressed her love of the City, the attractions, the people, and career opportunities. She arrived a few years ago after receiving her degree. Her work is very demanding. So music and dance was her way to relax and unwind. "I'm a native,' I told her. 'Raised up town. Still working towards a degree. I need another year for that." I told her I came to the club, for the same reasons she gave. "The music, drinks, and food. They're great here" I said with barely a pause. "But I come mainly to meet interesting people, like you." I concluded, hoping my frankness wasn't misplaced in her. "My family' she said, 'would never approve the elements found here." Basha told me that her parents, didn't try to hide the hope, that she would return to the "safety of their family environment." Where she would find and settle down, with a nice, successful, 'career' type. We burst into laughter at the implication contained in her last statement. We talked for a while about Jazz, the club, and city situations. Many of which had us laughing till our sides ached. Sparks flew between us. Our future as a couple grew bright…at least for the night. The other patrons got up, paid their tab, and left. Our hostess offered one 'on the house'. I declined. Basha still nursed hers. I noticed her eyes were a little glassy, as the 'Collins took affect. The last of her selections began to play. It was a soulful Aretha ballad. Basha slide off her stool, opening her arms to me. I abandoned mine to join her. She eyed me intently, as we became one. Then molded her body to mine. Letting me feel every soft, warm, contour. I love the feel of a full-figured female, and this woman felt built for pleasure. Placing her shapely legs astride mine, she pressed her cushy mound against my thigh. My body heat grew with each second as we danced. It spread with each pass she made along my leg. My manhood inched down my pants. It never quite settled down from the moment I first saw her. Now it throbbed, tapping unencoded messages to her body. Basha responded by pressing closer, drilling her breasts into my chest, and rubbing her belly against the growing ridge in my pants. I boldly gripped her hips, pulling her even tighter to me. Her arms slipped under mine so that her hands held onto my shoulders. We swayed to the music. Striving, straining to get closer. We hardly moved at all, just stood there and let the music rock us. You couldn't honestly call it dancing. In some places we'd get arrested for what we were doing. We entertained in our own world. A sensualist realm. Where you exist for the pleasure of the moment, nothing else matters, and it's a moment you never want to end. When the music stopped, we didn't. Our reemergence took us a while. We dallied, neither of us wanting to separate or leave the floor. When we did, it was a stiff legged trip for me. With the barmaid eyeing my bulge all the way. The bold heavy would get hers, but this night belonged to Basha. Who possessively placed her hot little hand on my leg. Up to my bulge it crawled to rest as we finished our drinks. I was hers tonight. A fact she confirmed, by frequently tapping the head of my covered serpent. "Sweet…could you take me home…please?" She said it like a question, but I knew it was a request. One I'd gladly oblige. "Sure!"…I said and signaled our Rubenesque voyeur to tabulate. There was a Lincoln left after all was paid. I abandoned it, confident it would be taken into care, soon after Basha and I bid "Good night." "Where to?" I asked, throwing the flag on the Taxi meter. Basha started to question my actions. "Don't fret" I told her. "It's just to keep the T.L.C., watchdogs of the Taxi industry, from buggin' us." I explained. I pulled the cab from the curb and headed toward the Eastside. The cold in the cab prompted my new lady friend to draw close for warmth. Her breast pressed nicely into my ribcage when I pulled her close. I had only one hand for the wheel, so I drove carefully. Basha gave me the address to her apartment. It was in Midtown and easy to find. Parking was tight as usual. I had to circle the block a few times before finding a legal spot. We walked to her building separately for her benefit. The doorman panicked when I entered behind her. A nod from her and a smile from me smoothed the way in. Basha had a typical working girl's apartment. A studio with just the essentials. A big Queen sized convertible sofa, that occupied most of the small space. A table for two set close to the kitchenette. I walked in taking off my jacket and met a big territorial tabby. Hissing at me for intruding. Basha excused herself to the bathroom. Leaving me with her pet to get acquainted. The well fed feline quickly adjusted to me. Using my foot as a rubbing post, before I could put my coat down. The cat was forgotten as soon as Basha reappeared, spilling out of a scanty bath towel. I wasted no time reaching for her. Pulling her ample loveliness down in my lap. The towel fell away in the process, unveiling an array of magnificent adornments. Basha's size D's jiggled with their large brown areolas pointed toward the ceiling. Her surprisingly small tummy rose and fell with her rapid breathing. I traced across her narrow waist to where it flared to wide lush hips. A luxuriant growth of silky black hair greeted my palm when it landed on her plump Mons. I strummed the steamy bush with my finger tips and soon felt the hairs part with the swelling of her labia. I couldn't resist palming her plump little package and squeezing it. Basha's thighs clamped on my hand as her hips undulated in response to the handling of her hairy snatch. Lime scented kisses bathed my face. She took my cheeks in her hands and held my head down so her beautiful lips could meet mine. She pressed their warmth to me, putting me in delirium. Basha's sweet tongue slithered through my lips exploring, looking to play. I met her kisses, deploying my own tongue for tactical advantage. Following her lead, I darting it between her teeth playing invasive mouth games. My tongue was captured, suctioned between her teeth and held prisoner while her tongue played with it like a cat with a toy. Our mouths cavorted with. Leaving wet trails all over our chins and cheeks. My hand paved a path of goose bumps up her spiked peaks. My caresses around the sensitive caps brought purrs from my lap dancer. Basha hungrily nibbled her way down from my neck. Her nimble fingers undid my shirt in time for her lips to touch my bared chest. She detected sensitivity in my little hairy nipples. Where upon she delighted in treating me to some skillful nipple sucking. Weird and wonderful sensations went straight to my dick, making it give her cushy asscheeks a poke. The lusty bar nymph moaned, ground her ass on my swollen love muscle. She squirmed free and slid down between my thighs. She knelt there pulling at my belt. My attention was drawn to her breasts resting on my thighs. I playfully squeezed the hardened nipples causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through her body and brought her jerking against me. Basha pushed her nipples onto my fingers, urging more playfulness from me. "Yes…Sweet…harder!" She said. I complied, managing to lift my butt so she could slide my pants down. My fingers clamped on her elongated points. I squeezed, rolled, and twisted her nipples. Unsure if I did so to her satisfaction. Though I was not accustomed to inflicting pain as a part of sex, and indeed I was inflicting quite a bit of pain. I intuitively felt that she knew exactly what she wanted me to do. "Yes…oh…oh…Sweet…That's it…aaahhhhh…AHHH…OH SSHHIITT!" she shouted, falling back on her haunches. I could see she was riding waves of sensation that quickly overtook her. "Ummm…ummm…just like that…do it…DO IT…AHHHHHH!!!" she said, flailing her head about. Convulsions wracked her body, causing her totter where she knelt. With my fears allayed, I resumed torturing her gorgeous breasts with new enthusiasm. Her hands feverishly fought with my briefs trying to free my pole. Her deft fingers were finally able to release my shaft from confinement. She latched on to it, steadying herself as her body continued to tremble. Those beautiful brown eyes rolled in their sockets as her nervous system rocketed toward overload. The numerous tremors radiating from her vaginal epicenter, were undermining her control. It must have tipped her balance. Because her lovely legs suddenly splayed out, sending her fine naked rump thudding to the floor with a meaty splat. I watched in amazement as she thrashed through multiple orgasms. One after the other they erupted under my nipple assault. Through it all, she gripped my cock as if it were the staff of life. "Ahhhh…ahhh…Doug…ummm ummm…Sweet D…don't stop…DON'T STOP!!" She shouted, encouraging my continued rough treatment of her tits. Basha drew back to her knees with the aid of my cock. Then brought herself forward, aiming the swollen head at her mouth. My erection had grown to painful proportions behind Basha's pleasure driven grip. I was about to protest her rough treatment of my manhood, even as I mauled the most magnificent pair of tits I've ever beheld. My objections were canceled when my cock became harbored in the soft warm alcove of Basha's impatiently sucking mouth. "Oooo…damn…damn girl…aghhhh…get it…ummm…suck it" was all I could get out. My fuckmeat was enveloped in moist velvet heat. Each time I twist her nipples she responded by tonguing and swallowing more of my dick, pleasuring me with a cock sucking Par excellence. Taxi! Taxi! Basha took me deep, pumping the shaft while messaging my sperm sacs. Displaying the same cultivated ability at cock sucking she exhibited in dancing. I looked down to find that the tip of her nose was the only part of her face visible. Her hair had fanned about her head, hid her face, and created a surreal image. It looked like my cock was being attacked by some wild creature. For five thrilling minutes I endured spine tingling sensations that had my toes curled. Then Basha suddenly released my dick. Leaving it waving about in the air, glistening with her saliva. Quickly she climbed astride me on the couch. She held me with one hand while attempting to squat on my fully engorged cock. With the other she held the swollen lips of her pussy apart as she guided me to the seat of her sex. I held her by her gorgeous protrusions. Trying to keep her steady as she targeted herself. In her hurry, she missed her aim and let my steely cock head ram the tender knob of her clit. She cried out. Wrenching in pain. I expected her to ease up, to stop. But she didn't. Picking up speed instead, she whipped my dickhead over the battered little nub. Unmercifully banging it with my ebony rod. It kept her body shaking in spasms. Her head fell back with her mouth open. Basha kept her eyes shut tight as she manically worked over her clit with my cock. The excitement of our sex play was getting to me. I had to do something or I'd soon explode just from the fervor with which this lusty vixen derived her pleasure from me. It occurred to me that this was like Sadomasochism. Only Basha wasn't a masochist in any true sense and I wasn't trying to dominate her. She wasn't getting off just because of the pain. We were caught up in a lust filled moment. Using pain as an intensifier to push our feverish bodies to new heights of passion. I shifted slightly as she swiped my dick across her clit. I waited until she moved me over her clit to the puffed out labia of her cunt. At that moment I jerked up with my hips and drove into her moist little grotto. My timing could not have been more perfect. My drive pushed me into her with enough force, to shove her hands out of the way, and lodge me fast against the walls of her velvet cave. "OOOHHH…GAAAAWWDD…OOOHHH…OOOHHH…" she howled. Like a bird frozen in flight, she was speared, suspended in motion with her ass inches above my lap. She grabbed at my shoulders, holding on like a cliff climber. "OOOOOMMAHGOSHHH…AAAHHH…," she wailed. It seems her cunt had never been completely stuffed with cock before. Her tight sheath resisted my charge into its virgin recesses. More than half my shaft lay trapped in the most responsive part of her pussy. The ridges of her puffy labia gripped me like a vise. Saved though she was from full penetration, the suddenness of my intrusion overloaded her already taxed nervous system, sending her retention abilities into partial shutdown. Her cunt squeezed my cock like little hands, trying to milk it. "OHHH…OOOOHHHH…AAAIIIEEE!!!" she shrieked, trembling. This was her strongest orgasm yet. Basha shuddered, the walls of her vagina grew hot around my deeply imbedded dick. She was cumming like never before. Her gusher gave my constricted cock much needed lubrication. It enabled me to thrust my ebony rod against her cervix. Her pussy planted thousands of wet kisses along the side of my cock, as it rested, fully buried. At the time her body sank to my lap. I felt her release a little piddle and gas. Pleasure mingled with shock and embarrassment, distorting her lovely features. Alarm registered in her eyes as they searched mine for signs of repulsion. Basha needn't have worried. I was enjoying our torrid lovemaking too much to be prudish. The fact that she lost control was evidence to me that I rocked her world. As if in answer to her concern, I grabbed her fleshy hips and hefted her. I then commenced to power stroke the hottest, tightest pussy I'd ever fucked. After I bounced my dick off the back of her treasure box that second time, nothing showed on her face but pure orgasmic joy. There is nothing like having a woman bounce, with her firm fine butt cheeks spreading around, gripping your cock, and loving it. Did she ever bounce. In spite of some obvious discomfort, nothing was held back. Basha bottomed out completely, but still rebounded to be impaled over and over again. Half a dozen times she raised up high to crash dive my joystick. Then Basha really got her groove on. She boogied with a snatch full of cock. Moving her body to her own rhythm. Her gyrations concentrated on my deeply embedded cock. She kept rubbing it against clit. When I caught onto her rhythm, It got better. I answered by beating a tempo against her pussy walls. Together we created our very own fuck music. The intensity of it moved us toward crescendo. I had never experienced anything like it. There was a force generating here. Its energy flowed between us…through us…like the energy in an electric circuit. Only this energy had us connected beyond the physical. It manifested thru our lovemaking. I had never felt so totally committed, to giving as well as receiving pleasure, while unreservedly fucking my brains out. We were building toward a climax that could mean the end of us as we were. The tiny apartment reeked of sex and sweaty bodies. Basha became a woman obsessed. So tightly wrapped were her arms around my shoulders that I feared she'd crush me. Her face pressed into the hollow between my chin and chest. She was letting her hot breath scorch me, while leaving alternate kisses and bites to my shoulder. The fat tabby glowered, hissing at us from beneath the kitchen table. I bet the indignant feline was spaded. I had no time to dwell on that pussy though. The one on my lap, waxing my cock was passed purring. Her sharp claws dug into my shoulders almost breaking the skin. I felt her spike like clit graze my cock each time she heaved her ass. She rubbed it hard against the bulging vein on my dick, like she was trying to topple her little boatman. Helplessly floundering in a sea of fuck juice. "Ummmmm…you…sweet ass mutha…fuck me…move that ass…fuck me baby…" I groaned, hardly getting the words out. "…uuummm…aahhhh…ahhhh…ummm…ummm…I'm almost there Sweet…!!" she hissed thru clenched teeth. I held Basha by her sweaty ass. Locked my lips on her breast and sucked. Commingled juices coated my fingertips and ran down the back of my hands to pool beneath us on the couch. I poked at her asshole. She jerked in response to the tease. I popped the tip of my finger through her anal ring. The activity at both her seismic centers triggered new body quakes. Suddenly her body detonated. Starting a string of orgasmic explosions. Basha crashed onto my cock. Driving it so far up, I expected to see it exit her mouth. That same lunge sent my probing finger deeper into her ass. A growling whine tore its way out of her throat. Sounding more like a lioness mating than the climactic wail of a woman. Basha ground her ass, deepening both penetrations. Her cries of pleasure were deafening. I feared someone would mistake them for attack noises and call the police. As suddenly as her cries of pleasure began, they stopped, and Basha fell silent. I saw her face. It was frozen in sweet ecstasy. Her eyes were shut tight. Long black curly locks clung to her cheeks and around her gapping mouth. The beautiful red lips quivered, without emitting sound. Her tits were flattened to my chest like balloons in a press. I could feel the rapid pounding of her heart. It felt like little fists beating at my chest. Her pussy clamped onto my cock, suctioning to receive my ejaculation. Two weeks of accumulated sperm churned in my balls. My scalp drew tight about my scull, drawn to a point at the top. It was as if my skin was about to be sucked inside and shot out through my dick. A great downward pressure sent all the sensations spiraling toward our joined organs. My orgasm came with such magnitude that I have no mind of the moment it happened. I just know that when it hit I was struck deaf and blind. My voice left me. I felt my whole being empty into her with one tremendous explosion. My release splashed against the battered walls of her cunt, flooding her tight little cave. Each spurt ejected out around my cock. I felt echoes of my orgasm reverberate in her body. Her discharge bathed me with gushes of warm cum juice. Basha laughed, squealed and giggled. Kissing my face while our cum mingled, flooding out in a pool under us. We stayed locked together as waves of bliss washed over us. Slowly the tremors subsided. "Ooooooo…just look at all that…" she said, peering down between us. My crotch lay drenched. My chocolate pole was covered with globs of sticky white cum cream. More splashed down as Basha climbed off my shrinking pole. She reclaimed the towel to catch the juices running out of her. As she stood there looking down at my crotch, I could see she had made a decision. Basha squatted between my knees and extended her tongue to sample the cream coating my crotch. Hesitantly at first, she tasted the fresh nectar. I knew it met her approval when she settled in to dine. I thought I heard her murmur something like…"It is different…" while licking my balls. She drank greedily, lapping at the clingy love pudding. Basha was like a child with a new candy treat. Her tongue finding all the goodies left on me. I slouched farther down in the couch, spreading my knees to allow access. So her soothing mouth could reach every remnant of our mind blowing fuck. Basha had me squeaky clean in no time. Then her mouth claimed the source of her delight, determined to extract more leftovers. I glanced down, wearily watching her bobbing head. "She's still not finished with me" I thought. Her cum snack just seemed to wet her appetite. No pun intended. It had been a long day. I came with such force that I felt completely drained. I thought she was wasting her talent trying to rejuvenate my shriveled cock. And I told her so. Evidently Basha had more confidence in her oral talents than I had in my ability to recuperate. There were times when I could maintain an erection for nearly an hour after cumming once. I never had any complaints. But after driving long hours, drinking, and dropping such a huge load… What the hell, I thought. If it makes her happy… I'd never refuse a good cock sucking…even if my well was dry. Basha appeared revitalized by her climax. Like a few women I've known, she seemed to shift into a sort of sexual overdrive following a good fuck session. I felt faint stirrings in my loins. Life slowly flowed back to my tired loins. Basha reach up and pinched my tiny nipples. Giving me some of the same treatment I doled out to her earlier. I'll be damned if it didn't have the desired effect. My cock started swelling up to size. I wasn't fully up, but Basha thought it adequate. She lay back on the floor dragging me into position. "Whoa! This is a switch," I thought as I let her guide me to her hairy honey pot. As soon as her cunt lips enveloped me, I knew I could rise to the occasion. Basha knew it too. Her dancer's legs locked behind my thighs, securing our connection. Her pussy snapped tight around my cock spurring her hip motion. " Do me Doug…Fuck me…Fuck me Sweet.." she groaned. Looking up at me with her little slits of eyes. She didn't have to ask twice. My cock had returned to its wooden state. It poked her depths before I started to move. I wasn't fully recovered. So I wanted to start with long, slow strokes. Basha had her body pressed so tight, that even when I withdrew as far as I could, I could only move an inch or two. "Alright, if its more dick she wants…she's going to get her fill." I pledged silently. I flexed my ass muscles, wedging as much of my dick in as I could. All the remaining cum and air rushed out around my cock. I moved my ass in slow circles, grinding against her clit, rubbing her 'G' spot, and filled every part of her tight little cunt. Then I'd backed off and lunged again, changing direction and altering the contact angle. I accomplished my goal. Basha started her moans again. They were actually more like a continuous like a whine or howl. Each time I filled her she'd grunt. I'd fuck her three times, grind myself in, and then pleasure her with five powerful stokes, before changing up. I kept varying the number of strokes and the angle of plunge, but I never eased up. This is what I call 'Boning'. Making it good to the bone. Basha had coaxed me back for more fucking, and as good as her pussy was, I was determined that she would remember this boning. Her body went into a little freeze every time an orgasm hit her. We had been at it for about fifteen minutes. They kept coming every five minutes or so. Each time her breathing became more ragged. There wasn't a part of her little pussy I hadn't touched. Sweat pored from our bodies, soaking the rug under us. My knees burned on the coarse pile. We were both throwing everything into this fuck. I could feel Basha's big ass muscles flex followed by the tightening of her cunt around my cock. I was moments away from cumming. I wanted it to be the best for both of us. So I grabbed Basha's big swollen nipple in my mouth. Held the hard teat gently between my teeth and rolled it back and forth. That did it. I tripped her switch again. Her hips started heaving. I got tossed about like a tuna fisherman in a dingy on the high sea. I held her by her shoulders and fucked her for all I'm worth. I felt her fingernails dig into my back, but was too keyed up to feel pain. All my senses concentrated in my dick. She made such noise, I'm sure her neighbors complained about this night. Her heels were hitting the floor each time she pushed her womanhood up at me. Which was on every stroke. I claimed Basha's other nipple and gave it the treatment. It was too much for her. She was in the middle of an orgasm when the really big one hit. Her whole body was seized by it. Urrughhh…urrughhhh…Aaiieeeeeee!!! She screamed her climax in my ear. It was all I could do to hold on while Basha took her wild orgasmic ride. She bucked and bucked her pelvis against me. My dick head was painfully crammed into her. I could only imagine what that felt like to her, but she was beyond caring. She had reached nirvana. I kept the pressure on, fucking her hard until she went limp. Her climax lasted almost two minutes. When she finally loosened her hold, I rolled off her and laid on the cool floor trying to collect myself. I lay there with my eyes closed. Still, I was aware of her cat sniffing around my head. My cock was still standing tall, glistening with gobs of her cum. Getting off was the last thing on my mind. Rest, that's all I wanted right then. Basha clamped her mouth on my cock, sucking forcefully before I knew it. She saw me laying there with my dick at attention and presumed I wanted relief. She squatted over me, milking me with her hands, and working her mouth furiously to get me off. I reached down to try to stop her, but my body launched unexpectedly into spasms. My cock suddenly ballooned in her mouth. Her hands were caressing my balls when I started ejaculating. It was one of the strangest things I ever felt. Basha's mouth was applying a powerful suction which seemed to pull more than cum from me. It was like she was sucking my entire being out through my dick, using it like a straw. I actually felt the pull in my brain. It wasn't unpleasant or painful, it just felt strange. I now think I know what a brain drain really is. Basha was happy after succeeding in swallowing my whole load. She acted almost giddy, and kissed me with childish glee. I got a taste of both of us in that kiss. Man! Was I whipped. I just laid there watching that darn cat while it watched me. I glanced up at her clock and read the time. I was shocked to find it was nearly daylight. I had to get the cab back to the garage. Basha helped me collect my clothes. In five minutes I was dressed and at the door bidding her good night. She said something, then that kept me smiling all the way home. "It's true…she spoke the truth." "She who," I asked. "Mavis" she grinned. " You mean the Barmaid…and what was it she said?" I asked. I could almost guess the answer from the way she stood there smiling up at me. "Well…'she started, licking at her lips like there was something delicious there. 'I needed a ride and was about to call a taxi. Mavis said to wait. That you might stop by soon and you would take me home." "So…you were waiting…for me?" I asked incredulously. Basha merely smiled, still licking her lips. I just knew there was more to it. "What did she really say to you?" I asked. Basha feigned seriousness before answering. "She said I could depend on you to give me a ride." "There's more,' I insisted. 'isn't there?" Basha's face broke into a big grin. "Mavis said…you'd give me the kind of ride I needed!…And you know Sweet…I'll be looking for another ride…soon!" Basha said, kissed me quickly, and retreated inside her apartment…laughing merrily behind the closed door.