0 comments/ 92028 views/ 9 favorites The Taxi Ride By: Tony King It was 2 am and I was knackered. I'd been on since10 am the previous day and all I could think of was getting home to bed when the radio crackled into life. "Two four, do you read, over." "Yeah Dave, I read you, log me off will you, I'm calling it a night." Two four, could you call in at Carnaby's on your way home and pick up a Mrs. Reynolds, she's heading in your direction." "Roger that Dave, last one though, OK." "Roger two four." Carnaby's was the local nightclub and not the place to be at 2 am in the morning. I pulled up at the curb and shouted the name Mrs. Reynolds to my old friend John, the bouncer. "Hang on Mike, I'll see if I can find her." A few minutes later a tall well stacked blond bird in her thirties staggered out the door and headed towards the cab. Now I've always found that good manners produce bigger tips, so, I leapt out the car and opened the back door for her. She totally ignored me and just slumped in the back seat. She was wearing a lacy see through top with a sexy little black bra underneath covering her ample tits; this bird was well stacked. As she sat back, her little red mini rode up over her stockings showing a good amount of thigh. She followed my gaze to her lovely long legs but made no attempt to cover up. All the way home I kept glancing in my rear view mirror at this lovely creature asleep on my back seat and eventually angled the mirror so I could see her legs and panty covered pussy. "Mrs. Reynolds, we're here," I said leaning over the drivers seat. She opened her eyes and peered into the gloom. "That's £5.60 please love." "Wait here," she said getting out of the car. I watched as she fumbled for her keys before letting herself into the house. I'd only been doing the job for six weeks and already I'd had three runners. Either they get out of the car and leg it down some ally or they go into a block of flats and you never see them again. It mostly blokes so when she hadn't returned after a few minutes I wasn't unduly worried. When she hadn't returned after twenty minutes I was pounding on the door. "What the fuck do you want?" Oh shit, the front door was opened by a guy who looked like he was a body builder. He was easily two inches taller than me and I'm over six foot, his head was shaven and his massive arms were covered in tattoos. This guy had muscles on his muscles. "I'm sorry mate, but I've just dropped a lady off here and she hasn't paid me." The guy was wearing a pair of jogging pants and nothing else and it looked like he had a hard on. The way he stared at me I thought I was dead. "You'd better come in," he suddenly said. I wasn't too keen on the idea but if she didn't pay the fare it would come out of my pocket. He led me into the front room and there sprawled on the sofa with her legs wide open was Mrs. Reynolds. Her panties lay on the floor beside her, her blouse was off and her massive tits were hanging over the top of her bra. Starting at her high heeled shoes, I followed the black stockings all the way up those lovely long legs until my gaze settled on her smooth cunt, red and puffy as though she'd just been enjoying a good seeing to. "Is this the bitch?" he asked. "Y-y-yes," I stuttered unable to tear my eyes away. "Fucking bitch, you come in here and start shagging me and you've left this poor cunt waiting outside for his money." She just looked at him. "How much she owe yeah?" I told him the fare. "Right bitch, you can fucking work it off, all right with you pal?" It wasn't a question, it was a statement. "I'll finish off and then she's all yours." After taking his joggers off he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her onto his cock. "Fucking suck you bitch." She took his fat cock in her mouth and sucked it hard again. When he was satisfied he pushed her back and knelt between her legs. This guy was big all over and she screwed her eyes shut as he forced his fat cock in. "Fucking cunts dry as a bone. Here, how about you lick her out." Boy, this was a guy you just didn't argue with and as he withdrew his cock I got on all fours and started to lick at her cunt. I worked on her hole and then her clit and slowly she started to loosen up. Big boy was busy stuffing his cock in her mouth again as he watched me tongue fuck her. "Tell you what pal, you can fuck her first, I like sloppy seconds and the bitch here won't mind, will yer darlin'." I undid my flies and rubbed my modest size cock up her slit, getting it nice and wet. Then I slowly slid it in. I was expecting it to feel like the inside of a cathedral but was pleasantly surprised when she clamped her pussy muscles together and started to squeeze. "Stick her on er knees," big boy said after a few minutes, pulling his cock from her mouth. She knelt on the sofa and I climbed behind, shoving my cock back up her tight little hole. Big boy resumed fucking her mouth. "Go on son, fuck her real ard, get your fucking monies worth. Fucking bitch is always fucking people about, ain't yer you fucking cock eating slag." I couldn't believe the way this guy was treating her, but it seemed the rougher he was the more she liked it. "Fucking great tits, avn't yer bitch, likes having em pulled she does." As if to demonstrate he grabbed both nipples and pulled hard, stretching her tits more than I thought possible. She moaned in either pain or pleasure but at the same time clamped down hard on my cock as she came. "Ere, swap ends, let the fucking slut taste her own cunt juice." We changed ends and with out being asked she just grabbed my cock and sucked the whole six inches into her mouth. It felt incredible; her tongue was swirling round the head and shaft cleaning every little drop of juice. Muscles watched her suck my dick for a moment and then climbed up behind her. He rested his erect cock on her back, and spitting into his hand, massaged it into the large cock head. "Watch this, she fucking loves this." I watched in awe as he slowly fed what must have been a good nine inches of thick veined cock up her arse, lubricating the shaft with more spit until eventually his whole cock was completely buried. She still had my cock in her mouth and as she moaned at the intrusion into her arse, a series of vibrations went through my shaft. I started to pump her mouth as muscles pumped her arse. "Where'd you wann cum?" he asked, stroking his big cock in and out. "I'd like to fuck her cunt again," I said, feeling the desire to cum build up in my balls. "Tell you what pal, we'll double fuck the whore, OK?" With that he held her tightly around the waist, his prick buried to the hilt up her stretched arse. Lifting her as though she weighed nothing, he sat back on the sofa bringing her down on top of him facing outwards. "Fucking diamond, never missed a fucking stroke," he laughed bouncing her up and down on his shaft. He leaned back, shuffling his arse to the edge of the sofa and spread his legs wide. He then held her legs open giving me easy access to her exposed cunt. "Grab the fuckers tits and shove it up her," he commanded. I knelt between them and easily slid my cock into her warm wet cunt. I could feel his cock up her arse separated only by a thin membrane of skin. As I slid forward he would lift her slightly, then, as I pulled out, he would drop her down, his fat cock penetrating her depths. We built up a rhythm, me hanging onto her lovely big firm tits and ramming her cunt while he held her hips and simply lifted her up and down on his cock. "Yeah, just like a fucking slut should be treated, huh pal, full of cock, they fucking love it don't they." I was looking at her face. She had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open with her head leaning back against his massive chest, she was totally compliant. Whether she was enjoying any of it was hard to say, but her pussy sure felt good as it tightened round my cock. Muscles started to work faster. "Oh yeah, you fucking slag, I'm gonna fill your slutty little arse with spunk bitch, you gonna be shitting spunk for a whole week." As he rammed her down on his cock, I could feel it twitch as spurt after spurt shot through it into her arse. I squeezed her tits hard as I too emptied my load into her cunt, causing her to cry out as her own orgasm tore through her abused body. "Clean em up bitch," muscles said forcing her to her knees between us. She licked from one to the other until both pricks were spotless. "Well pal, did you get your monies worth?" "I guess you could say that," I said getting dressed. Mrs. Reynolds grabbed her clothes and made towards the door. "Hey bitch, you tell that fucking lazy husband of yours that next time he can't pay the rent it will be his arse as well as yours." "Fucking tenants," he said staring after her. Mrs. Reynolds simply smiled and with spunk running from both her holes, headed up the stairs to her own flat. The Taxi Ride My wife and I decided to go out for a night on the town last Friday so we drove to a nightclub we'd heard some good things about. We arrived at 10pm and proceeded to dance and have the occasional glass of rum 'n cola. Sabrina, my lovely wife was dressed in a knee-length black skirt with a slit up one side, a sexy little spaghetti strap silk top, thigh-high fishnet stockings and a strapless bra. It was the perfect outfit to attract attention from most of the males in the club and my wife was enjoying being a tease. We hadn't realised how late it was until the DJ called the last dance for the night at 3am. We finished the last dance and decided that we were too drunk to risk driving home so we called a cab. We stumbled outside to wait for our ride to arrive. The Taxi pulled up right in front of us within 15 minutes and we climbed in and told him we lived across town about 1 and a half hours drive. When we arrived I reached for my wallet and realised that I'd left it in our car. Sabrina had no pockets to check for money so I asked the cab driver if he would take us back into town to my car so I could get some money to pay him. He was a fat middle-aged Indian man with a sour face and he told me that we already owed him $85 dollars. He said he was going to call the cops unless we paid him immediately. I asked my wife if there was any money in the house but she shook her head and said that there was only a small amount of coin. I turned to the driver and asked if there was any way we could make a deal without involving the law. He turned his lecherous eyes on my drunk wife and said without hesitation, "Let me have her for a while and we'll have a deal!" I refused immediately and he reached for his radio to call the cops. I pulled him to the side and said quietly so my wife couldn't hear, "How about playing with her tits? Will that be enough for you?" He shook his head and suggested a blow job. I said no and again he reached for the radio. I pleaded with him not to do this and he turned to me and stated that this was his last offer, he wanted to finger fuck my wife until she came and be allowed to suck and fondle her breasts. I nodded and then turned to my wife who was leaning against the car a little groggily. I told her that the driver would wipe the fare if she'd let him play with her a little. She asked what he wanted to play and I told her to just do as he told her. She smiled innocently and said she would play as best she could. Rahiji (the driver) told my wife to turn around so her back was to him. As soon as she was facing away he reached up under her skirt quickly and pulled her panties down to her ankles. My wife bent forward to retrieve her panties and as she done so Rahiji thrust his hand between her legs and cupped her bare pussy. Sabrina looked at me for help and was puzzled when I just stood there. Rahiji told my wife to move closer to the open drivers door and to turn toward him and raise her left leg up onto the drivers seat. My wife obeyed slowly and positioned herself as she was told, this allowed Rahiji full and easy access to my wife's vagina. Rahiji raised his hand to his lips and sucked each of his fingers leaving a lot of saliva on each one and then lowered his hand and slid it between my wife's open legs. Sabrina closed her eyes and shuddered slightly as the fat driver pinched her clit softly and rubbed his fingers into her silky flesh. I stood there watching my wife being fondled by a stranger and it was making my cock stiffen. Rahiji told my wife to remove her silk top which she did without opening her eyes. The taxi driver used his free hand to pull Sabrina's bra down, revealing her luscious white breasts. My wife sighed as she felt the stranger's tongue flicker across her swelling nipples. Suddenly Sabrina gasped as Rahiji slid two of his fat fingers into her vagina and started pushing them in and out roughly. I pulled my cock out and started jacking off as I moved closer for a better view. My wife was starting to ride the taxi drivers hand with lewd movements, obviously enjoying the thick fingers in her snatch. She leaned onto the car door with one arm as she used the other to hold her right tit up for Rahiji to suck. Rahiji reached one hand down and unzipped his pants as he continued to suck my wife's tit and finger her pussy. My eyes widened as I saw the huge purple cock spring forth from the taxi drivers zipper. I was a little concerned until I saw he was just freeing it so he could jack himself off too. My wife was moaning even louder now and I noticed that the driver had added a third finger into Sabrina's very wet pussy. Rahiji grabbed my wife's right hand and guided it onto his enormous cock. As soon as Sabrina felt the throbbing cock in her hand she opened her eyes and looked down at it. She gasped and smiled as she realised just how huge it was. I saw surprise in her eyes as she saw me wanking myself and then she blew me a kiss as she started stroking the cock in her hand. Rahiji pulled his dripping fingers out of my wife and raised them to her mouth, she sucked them one by one until they were clean. The driver then told Sabrina to rub his cock against her wet cunt. I expected her to hesitate but she didn't, she pulled his cock toward her and then rubbed his swollen cockhead up into her slippery cuntlips. The taxi driver returned to sucking my wife's nipples, alternating between breasts as his cock was rubbed all over her warm wet slit. I knew what was coming and wasn't surprised when I saw Rahiji starting to push forward, easing his hard cock up into my wife's welcoming hole. Sabrina guided the huge member into her pussy with her hand and seemed to accommodate the considerable width with ease. Rahiji reached around my wife and grabbed her ass cheeks in each hand and started pulling himself into her inch by inch. I came as I watched my wife's pussy being invaded by this strangers huge black cock, her continuous moaning a sure sign that she was loving every inch. My wife was clinging to Rahiji as she was lifted into the air with each driving thrust of his manhood. The driver had managed to insert his entire length into Sabrina's pussy and was building up speed as he fucked her. Sabrina groaned long and loud as she came on the huge cock inside her cunt, shuddering as her orgasm rippled through her body. Rahiji held his cock deep in my wife and enjoyed her pussy spasms on his cock and then he slowly pulled his length from her dripping hole. Sabrina almost collapsed but the driver held her up and manoeuvred her around to the front of the car and bent her forward over the bonnet. He then spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva all over my wife's ass and pussy. The taxi driver placed both hands on my wife's ass as she lay on the bonnet breathing deeply, seemingly totally relaxed. I watched as he guided his swollen cock into my wife's cunt from behind, easing it all the way in until his balls were hanging between Sabrina's spread legs. As he started to fuck my wife from behind he began to push his thumb into her anus as well. He told my wife she had a lovely asshole and an even more beautiful cunt as he thrust into her faster and faster. I told him to fuck her hard with all he had and he said without looking at me, that he was gonna fill my slut wife with more cum than she'd ever had pumped into her before. My wife just reached back and pulled her ass cheeks apart so that Rahiji could see himself plunging into her depths. The taxi driver really started pounding his cock into my wife and began grunting loudly as he grabbed her hips roughly. He rammed his cock home and held it there as he emptied his balls into Sabrina's silky cunt, splashing her pussy walls and her womb with thick, gooey sperm. Rahiji was twitching with each spurt and he held my wife hard against him while he filled her with his cum. As the driver slowly pulled his spent cock from my wife's cum filled hole, loads of creamy white sperm flowed out from her womanhood. It dribbled down her legs and some splashed onto the ground. It was a beautiful sight to see Sabrina's hole so wide open with a continuous stream of cum gushing out of her freshly fucked pussy. The taxi driver zipped his fly up and gently lifted my wife up off of his car and carried her to me, placing her in my arms. My wife smiled up at me with a glazed look and then rested her head on my shoulder. After passing me Sabrina's clothing that had been removed, the driver pressed two $100 dollar bills into my hand and said, "She was well worth it!" Then he kissed my wife on the forehead and got into his taxi, honking the horn as he left. I carried my wife inside the house and we went to bed with her cunt still full of taxi driver sperm. The Taxi Ride (Special Thanks to Annie Jones for her help in editing my very first story and esp Daisy) * Our taxi driver was loading our luggage into the trunk of his taxi. His hands were huge -- I could not believe the size of his hands, especially his long thick fingers, like cold, hard, black steel girders radiating out from a well-engineered foundation. He greeted us with a wide smile as we entered the back seat of the Lincoln Town car for our one hour ride to the airport. I was exhausted after the fun-filled, three day get-away weekend for which my boyfriend is famous. Without even a hint of our destination, he often calls on a Friday morning, giving me an hour to pack for the weekend. Even without knowing his plans, I know the weekend will be great, including visits to wonderful restaurants, engaging theatre performances or maybe just a long weekend of exciting (and exhausting) sex. Although my boyfriend can be considered kinky and perverted, liking to push the envelope of sexual experience for both of us, so far he has not drawn blood nor have I had to use my safe word, although I have trembled on the brink on numerous occasions. Although I refer to him as "my boyfriend," in fact I am his, totally and completely. I will do anything for him, to him, and with him. Nothing he has asked or demanded of me has been refused. He has humiliated me, made me his subservient love slave, used me, abused me, and instructed me to use bodily fluids in ways most couples would never even consider. Yet I come back for more. I am a simple soccer mom by night, I raising my three young children; but by day, and whenever I can get away for a weekend (using meetings or seminars as excuses), I am HIS -- His slave, His slut, His servant, His concubine. I cannot get enough of Him or do enough for Him and I cannot wait to please Him. I was not always HIS. I am strong and definitely in charge at my own house where I manage everything from bill paying to menu planning to what movies the kids are allowed to see and with whom. I also manage the household of my sister since she is miserable and has a wimp for a husband. But, when I am with Him -- oh, my God. I get on my knees and suck Him off every chance I get. I look up at Him, with love in my eyes, gauging if I am pleasing Him. I tongue His balls and lick His asshole to make Him cum, and then show Him what I have saved in my mouth for His approval before I swallow every last drop. I am such a slut around Him. I am like this only for Him. Although I like sex and my husband likes me, something is lacking there. It could be the 17 year itch or familiarity breeding contempt, but sex with my husband is boring and unfulfilling. I want to be naughty; I want to be scared to death; and I want to feel the high school butterflies. My husband cannot satisfy these desires, by He does. He scares me with how far He pushes me, and with what He does to me physically. He has made me do such obscene things, put so many different items inside of me that were never intended to be there, and made me cum so intensely that I have actually lost control and passed out. Just between you and me, this has happened more than once -- He brings me an unbelievably intense feeling deep in my belly that I never expected to experience except in my dreams. I know I am going to Hell. As we were cruising towards the airport and taking in the sights, He started playing with my tits. He knows just how to touch my nipples to drive me crazy. They instantly harden at His touch whether I am dressed or naked. He feels the hardness of my nipples, and knows the sexual excitement they proclaim runs straight from my breasts to my clit and cunt. He knows I am putty in His hands as I squirm and get damp between my legs. He prefers that I wear short skirts with no panties, and likes me to wear tops that plainly show my nipples since He instructs me not to wear bras. I never dress like this unless He asks, but when He asks, I have to please Him. I must do whatever He says. As we ride along, He pushes my knees apart with His other hand and strokes up my inner thighs. I love His touch; I want to be touched by Him constantly, everywhere and anywhere. I want to feel His hands all over my body, which is His. He totally drives me crazy with lust and desire. Once He starts on me, I am so His. I want Him to own me, and make me do bad, nasty, obscene things. I do them because they please Him, and pleasing Him is very important to me. But I also do them because they excite me; they are things I know I shouldn't do, and I love the feeling of guilt and fear they arouse in me. Right now, the taxi driver is glancing in the rear-view mirror and can see my legs spread wide, my short skirt nearly up to my waist. How wonton and crude I must appear, completely unlike the conservative, church-going mom and PTA member respected by my social circle. What a double life I lead! Just thinking of that contrast excites me -- the secrets, the dual roles -- my secret longing to be under His control. I have let Him piss on me; He has whipped me until I screamed out loud and came hard for Him. I shudder just thinking about that last session; I came so hard, but He did not even enter me -- but that is another story. This is the story of the taxi driver, his long fingers and my wet pussy. As He kept pinching and rolling my nipples, I began to moan, sliding down the leather seat to open my legs even further. What He was doing to my nipples felt so good, but I wanted more. I slid my top down so He could continue toying with me, touching my publically exposed skin. I knew from the frisson of fear sliding down my spine that doing this, risking public disclosure, felt so good I was getting so wet. He knows what He does to me -- taking a break to lean over to kiss and lick my ear. I angled my head so He could continue without getting my hair wet. He rimmed my ear lightly, then drove His hard tongue inside my ear as deeply as He could, triggering memories of His other, more intimate intrusions. As I moaned out loud, He gave me my first order. "Grab his hand and put it between your legs," he said. It was not a request. It was not a question. It was as stern and forceful in its delivery as He who uttered it. I shook my head, "No." The taxi driver was a stranger; we were in public; and I wanted only HIM between my legs. "Do it right now, you naughty, slutty bitch!" he said, pinching my nipple very hard and making my eyes tear. I knew my choice was either more pain or humiliation, yet I hesitated a second too long. He twisted my nipple whilst pinching it hard, and I cried out. God, He hurt me, yet I could feel my wetness drip down from my vagina all the way down my leg to wet my ass. I am way too easy, and I get way too wet. He did not let up any. He twisted it even more. It really hurt, so I reached out and grabbed the large, Black taxi driver's arm. He looked back, startled by my actions, but I pushed his hand under my skirt. By this time, I almost was lying on the back seat. I spread my legs even more to accommodate his hand. The taxi driver's palm landed on my thigh, rough and calloused; he grabbed my thigh and squeezed it a few times. Then the taxi driver spread his massive fingers out, and the tip of his middle finger touched the outside of my wet pussy lips. "Oh!" I jumped at the movement of his fingers, and the feelings it caused. "The driver is touching me," I reported, glancing at my Master. He smiled; He knew He had won once again, and released His hold on my nipple, then let His finger tip just circle and rub my nipple. The driver slid one thick black finger into my cunt. My Master smiled again, watching that finger, thick as a dick, slide into me, pulling out to stroke my clit as if it were a tiny dick. I moved up and down, feeling the finger fucking me, drenching it with my juices. Yes, the driver is a stranger to me; what we are doing is so wrong on so many levels. And so, of course, I began moaning, climbing closer to an explosive orgasm. Even as I think, "I shouldn't be doing this," I am humping his finger. When I think, "I am so bad. This man is a total stranger who is fingering me, and I love the feeling," my head reels with guilt and conflict, but my body is rounding the corner to a shattering orgasm where thoughts mean nothing. "Beg him, you nasty slut. Tell him how good this feels, and what you are going to do. Do it now, my perverted little sex slave." "I want it," I started out slowly. Then I added, "More. I want more. Shove your big black fingers deep into me." Oh, God; I found myself getting into this. I really did want more; I wasn't just saying this for my Master's pleasure, but mine as well. I was becoming what I only dreamed about, and, like my dreams, I was not being good in any appropriate way. "Do me! Make me cum on your fingers. I want to cum for you. Jam two of those huge fingers inside me." And he did. I screamed from the feeling. I felt so full, like my pussy was stretched out. I like to be vocal, and I was yelling on every stroke of his two huge fingers. He was sawing them in and out of my open pussy; my Master stroked my hard nipple. This was crazy and exciting at the same time, and yet so very wrong and I was getting closer and closer. Just before I came, the fingers were pulled out of me, leaving me whimpering from the empty feeling. I felt my Master grab me by the hair, and yank me roughly up and over the front seat, pushing my head toward the driver. What was coming next? I got scared as He pushed me into the driver's lap. I heard a zipper being undone. My Master was going to fuck me in this position. I grabbed for the driver's legs so I could brace myself for the pressure from behind. Which hole of mine would He take? Any one He wanted. As He released my hair, the driver used his free hand on my neck, forcing my face into his lap. Why do all men think I want to suck them off? Do I have a sign painted on my forehead saying "I Love to Suck Cock?" I reached between his legs and felt the biggest cock I had ever encountered. I moved his shorts to the side so I could see it. It was huge with veins stretched tightly about its hardness. Of course, I knew this too was so wrong, but I stuck my tongue out to get a little taste. I circled the large head; I knew it would never fit into my mouth. Just when I was opening my mouth into a small "O" shape, he roughly pushed my head down upon the engorged shaft, startling me. He kept pushing, although I choked and gagged. With my mouth full of cock, I had to concentrate on breathing through my nose. Once I was able to breathe, I had to fight back the feeling that I had to vomit because he was so far down the back of my throat with that one swift movement. Then the driver raised his hips to thrust his cock further inside of me, but I could not take it. I gagged and choked. The driver's hand on the back of my neck allowed him to fuck my mouth. I felt cheap and violated, the huge Black driver continued driving as if my mouth on his cock was no distraction, not worth his attention. Just as those thoughts were going through my head, I felt the tip of my Master's cock enter my wet pussy. I sighed as it slid into me, pushing hard against my cervix as He slid all the way inside of me in one motion. Oh, my God! I was so filled. My pussy by my Master, and my mouth by the driver's huge cock. I felt like a cheap whore, but at the same time, I knew I was serving my Master, which was exciting. The friction of the cock in my throat, and the pistoning of my Master's cock in my pussy made me want to orgasm again and again. What drove me to these acts of wanton lust? Why I am out of control with lust and desire? I want to experience it all. I know right from wrong, but my carnal desires continuously overtake my emotions and logic. I am a mess; maybe I need counseling -- but who can counsel me to be someone other than who I am, to give up the experiences that satisfy and fulfill me as no others? Whack! Suddenly, my ass was stinging, being spanked by my Master. He slapped the other ass cheek. Ouch! That hurt. Then my Master barked, "Tell him what a cheap whore you are, and that you want him to come in your slutty mouth so you can taste him. Do it now, my little bitch!" Whack! Whack! Two more smacks on my ass to get my attention and my compliance. I did not want to demean myself any more than I already had, but what choice did I have -- and how much lower could I go, since I already was being double-fucked in public by a taxi driver and my Master? When the driver's thrusts allowed me to speek, I complied with my Master's commands. Because the driver was more interested in continuing to fuck my mouth than in listening to my speech, the words were made staccato by the rhythm of his cock in my mouth, but I managed to say, as instructed, "I . . . am . . . a . . . cheap . . . whore. I . . . love . . . sucking . . . cock. Especially . . . this . . . big . . . huge . . . excited . . . one. Oh . . . God . . . I . . . am . . . such . . . a . . . cocksucker." I know what He likes to hear me say and, once I start, I cannot stop. I lose control; I will say and do anything. He always knows what to do to get me to that point of no return. "I . . . want . . . it. I . . . want . . . your . . . cum. Do . . . it. Take . . . me. Force . . . me. Cum . . . in . . . this . . . slut's . . . empty . . . mouth." I got an extra hard push from my Master's dick on that one, signifying His approval, which makes me so glad. As a reward, I felt His middle finger rimming my asshole. Oh, my God! My Master is going to make sure all three of His holes are filled at the same time. This is my ultimate dream come true; I am approaching a really big orgasm, and I don't know how much longer I can last without, without -- "Oh, GOD. I'm cumming. Oh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh, Oh, Oh. God, God, God! Damn, damn, damn. Shit, shit, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Me!" Why do I shout words in threes when I cum? This orgasm really was intense, yet neither cock stopped fucking. I wanted to stop; I needed a rest. But while my mouth was still ringing with my orgasmic shouts, my head was pushed back down onto the driver's hard pole. I could feel my cum sloshing around in my cunt, forced out and down my thighs by the pumping of my Master's cock. He kept hammering in and out, his dangling balls tapping against me, letting me feel all of him -- I love that feeling. He then jammed two fingers, wet with my own juice, into my small asshole. I screamed in pain, and came again; back-to-back orgasms. Ladies, there is no better feeling in the world. I know my Master loves me when He gives me this much pleasure even though I have done nothing for Him yet. I grunt and moan and try to take the giant taxi driver into my mouth without throwing up; Up and down I go until my jaw aches. I feel the driver increase the movements in and out of my wanting mouth. Oh, I really do want it now. I want it to please him, and, of course, to please my Master -- but I also want it for me; I do like the feeling. The driver moans and grunts out loud; I open my mouth as wide as I can, but grab his dick with my hand, keeping just the head in my mouth. My hand is a blur, stroking the cock fast and hard, up and down. The driver's first warm jet shoots directly into my mouth; I stroke him faster, and receive a second jet. The driver's cum is strong and hot. I like the feeling of power I have, and I move up a little to take the last of his cum on my face. As the next shot hits my chin and begins to drip down onto the driver's lap, another shot hits my cheek. I reach up and gather the cum on my face, then put my sticky fingers in my mouth, lapping like a kitten. The driver shoots one last time, hitting my nose and upper lip, then dripping into my mouth. I open my mouth wide, showing the driver his sperm on my tongue, whilst my Master watches and smiles His approval. I don't know -- nor do I care -- why do I need and crave His approval. I swallow everything in my mouth in one large gulp, and then show both men my empty mouth. I am such a cocksucker, but I love it. I cannot believe the timing but, just then, my Master grabbed my ass cheeks, pushed extra hard into my wet pussy, and emptied His nut sack into me as He shouted out loud. He turned and twisted His two fingers that were lodged in my ass at the same time, bringing me to a third orgasm. Once again, I shouted out loud -- I love to cum; I cannot get enough. The Taxi Ride Home We waited for the taxi for what seemed like hours, but in reality was probably more like twenty minutes. Still, it was well after midnight and we had spent the evening entertaining and being entertained by a group of men for hours at the club. I was tired and looking forward to lying down in bed. A real bed this time, complete with pillows and soft blankets. A man approached us on his way to his car. He smiled and looked me up and down in a friendly way. "Don't tell me you don't recognize me with my clothes on?" he asked. Nick! I got up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. I had to admit he did look different wearing jeans, T shirt, and jacket than he had several hours before, naked and lying under me. He hugged me back and stood there a while with his hands around my waist, gently squeezing my sides every once in a while as we chatted about the club. We all agreed it had been a fun night, and my friend Adam insisted the club was the friendliest one he'd been in. Nick took a final drag of his cigarette, threw it on the ground, and gave me a good bye kiss, then sauntered off to his car. Finally, the taxi arrived. I was a bit uncomfortable climbing in...we were being picked up at a swinger's club, after all, and I was unsure what the driver would think of us. "You're out late," he said, after we'd given him directions to take us home. "Did you have a good time?" Adam and I glanced at each other in the darkness and both smiled. His hand moved further up my inner thigh and he gave me a light squeeze. "We had a wonderful time," he said, and leaned over to kiss me. His hand found mine and moved it to the bulge that was waiting for me. Look what you've done to me, just thinking about the night, he whispered softly. I kissed him again and ran my finger lightly just under the belt of his trousers. He groaned, very, very softly. I ran my fingers lightly in the general area of his zipper, deliberately tracing circles and pressing more firmly. The driver glanced in his mirror and smiled. "I've been to that club," he said. "It can be a very good time." "Oh, that it can," Adam agreed, and slowly pulled down his zipper, soundlessly. I leaned down and licked the head of his cock, hot and hard. I ran my tongue around it in slow circles. Then sat up. Adam sighed and shifted in his seat. He moved his arm behind my head and laced his fingers through my hair. From where I sat in the middle of the back seat, I could easily see the driver's face in the rear view mirror. He was smiling. "Don't stop on my account," he said. "Feel free to enjoy yourselves as much as you like." I leaned back down again, pulled Adam's cock free and again slowly licked him, this time from top to bottom. His fingers tightened in my hair, he pulled my head back and pushed my face against himself. The driver was talking, a bit, but I didn't hear what he was saying. Adam responded with a short Yes and pulled my head up. Taking his cock in hand, he positioned my mouth above and thrust his hips up as he pushed my head down again. I felt his cock fill my mouth, and made sure to use as much suction as I could to prevent him going in too far, too quickly. This was my job, and I was going to make sure it was well done. Adam gasped out loud, and I heard the driver laugh. I sat up, thinking quickly. "Would you, er. Be interested in joining us?" I asked. It was a spur of the moment thought, but one that suddenly appealed to me. Before I heard his response, I was back on Adam's cock. This time pulling with my mouth as I moved up as well as licking and sucking as I took it back in. I felt the car turn, stop, then turn again, and pull sharply to the left. The front door opened and slammed shut and moments later the door behind me opened and I felt hands on my hips, then moving around to the front of my jeans to unbutton them. I wiggled my hips to help pull them down to my knees, and pushed my ass up to give him full access. I turned back to Adam, face down, and felt the driver's cock slide in. He grunted, I sucked harder. I swayed my hips to the rhythm of him sliding in and out of me. Adam put both hands on my head and moved me up and down at a furious pace til I was gasping for breath. Behind me, the taxi driver groaned and, both hands on my hips, pulled me back onto him as hard as could. I moaned in time to the two cocks shoving into me at once, wondering who would come first, one of them or me. With a final sigh, the driver rammed hard against me, leaned over me a moment, then collected himself and backed out of the car. The car picked up speed soon after, and I saw only the flickering of lights as we passed under them. Adam held on as long as he could, but then, with a final hard thrust up into my mouth, came with a loud groan. I was unsure what to do...there was nowhere to spit! So I sat up and swallowed it all, then leaned back one final time to lick Adam clean. He had shifted back, relaxed and smiling in the occasion light. He put his arm around me and held me close. As we neared my house, he finally moved his arm away and zipped himself up once more. The cab stopped to let me out, waited as I walked up to my door, then sped off into the night. My legs were trembling. I was tired and sleepy, but pumped up in a way I had never been before. It had been a fabulous night, and I was ready for my bed.