Olivia Ch. 10

"Here we are, lady. That will be five dollars."

The woman paid Jon and the three of them left the taxi, but all three stood on the sidewalk and watched as the taxi pulled away. They were obviously re-living the strange, live experience they had just shared with me. There was a definite contented smile upon the face of the mother and the manner in which her daughter stood so close to her hip was an indication -- to me -- that a bond had been fashioned between mother and daughter that would never be broken!

"Not one damn penny extra! That woman didn't leave me one thin dime for a tip! Well. I guess that's to be expected. They ride in my cab and watch the show that I put on for them, but they conveniently forget that I am in this for the money. Well, the night is young and there's a lot more to be done this night!"

CONVERSATION TWO

"Aha! I knew that business would pick up."

And Jon swung the taxi in to the curb where two middle-aged people -- a man and a woman -- stood waiting. The man grabbed the rear door handle and opened the door. The woman, a rather stern, haughty female, was the first to enter except she didn't get all the way into the car. She looked up at me and blanched white. I started my spiel but I didn't get very far.

"Good Evening. My name is Olivia and I am your show for this evenin............."

"James, you evil person! How can you even think that I would ride in a terrible conveyance like this? Why this disreputable driver has a life-size picture of a nude female on the back of his seat! Don't just stand there! Get another taxi! At once!"

"You know," Jon said, "I don't think I wanted her kind in my car anyway."

CONVERSATION THREE

Our next passengers were definitely more to Jon's liking. We pulled into one of those fancy hotels that provided a door man for their guests and, when he opened the door, a couple nearly leapt into the back seat! The woman threw herself into the far left corner with her right leg and foot upon the shelf below the rear window and, with a sudden movement of her hands, she completely bared her tits. The man entered and promptly fell to his knees. He buried his head under the hem of her gown and, while his hands brutishly massaged those bare tits, his head was moving from side to side like a terrier with a rag.

Once more, I started my introductory remarks, but I soon saw that only Jon and I were listening to me speak so I quit my speech and just watched the sight that was unfolding in front of my eyes. The two in the back seat were totally immersed in their sex play and the rest of the world just didn't exist for them. I couldn't see the man's face, but the woman was staring off into outer space. Her entire being was concentrated upon what her swain was doing to her cunt and tits. Her gown -- obviously constructed for just this type of behavior, had slipped down to below her middle so I watched as her belly rose and fell. The signal for her orgasm was obvious. Abruptly, her belly tensed and then began shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her. Almost as soon as it had begun, her orgasm was over and the two of them began a hasty and frantic re-dressing of the woman. As the man rose from where he had been praying at the altar of Venus, I could see the glistening of her cunt juices all over his nose, mouth and chin! Once her gown was back into something that roughly represented respectability, the man hurriedly cleansed his face. At this point, he uttered the only spoken words that either one of them had spoken.

"Back to the hotel!"

Once more, we pulled up under the canopy of the hotel's entrance and the two of them got out. Still nothing had been said and there was not even a hint of embarrassment on either of their parts. I couldn't help but wonder at why they had done this and how often they gave vent to their urgency in this fashion. Did this, in some way, satisfy their passion for wild, unrestrained fucking? Of course, they were always guaranteed an audience. While I was considering this strange event, Jon was rapidly pulling away.

"I've got to make a pit stop!"

The trip to the nearest relief station was a short one. I was surprised when Jon swung the car into a garishly lighted garage. There were four other SHO-MOBILES parked in the garage and men were working on most of them.

"Ladies room over there!" That was all Jon said as he rather hurriedly piled out of the car.

I extracted myself from the rod that was impaling me and walked over to where he had gestured. As I entered the rest room, I was surprised to find a group of similarly naked females standing around smoking. These were, apparently the, 'crew members' of the disabled SHO-MOBILES. We acknowledged each other's presence and, as quickly as I could, I relieved the pressures of my body and I almost ran back to the car. Somehow, I felt more secure with that metal pole and ball inside of me. So, when Jon returned, I was mounted and ready to go.

CONVERSATION FOUR

This time, when we stopped, a middle-aged couple got into the back seat. I placed them in their sixties.

"Good evening. I am Olivia and I will be your show for this evening. We hope that your time with us will be most enjoyable and that you will seriously consider using the SHO-MOBILE service again at some time in the future. Now, sit back and enjoy your ride."

The conversation began when the old woman introduced them to me.

"We are Wilfred and Maud and this is our wedding anniversary. Thank you for your very warm welcome. WILFRED! Stop that. Take your fingers out of me this very instant! What's that? NO! I most certainly will not let you put that nasty thing in my mouth. Certainly not in front of this nice lady. Wilfred, I asked you nicely to stop using your fingers in me like that. Now, behave. Let's just have a nice ride with these people."

UP to this point, I had not heard one word that Wilfred had spoken. I assumed that he was whispering to her.

" Please Wilfred. Don't do that! You know how that excites me so please stop it! What? NO I will not do that. I never have and I'm not about to start now. Oh, alright. I'll tell you what I will do. I will help you spank your monkey, but I will not suck it!"

As we passed near to the street lights, I could make out that Wilfred had his cock out of his pants and it was standing upright.

" Oh, alright. I'll kiss it, but that is all! Now don't you go shooting any of your gunk into my mouth!"

Silence reigned for sometime while Jon cruised up and down some very dark streets. Then, we passed an all-night shopping mall and I got a good look at what was transpiring in the back seat. Jon pulled into the mall parking lot and stopped on the outer fringes of the lot, but next to one of their lamp posts. Maud was bobbing her head up and down on Wilfred's cock! Abruptly, she pulled her head up and restarted the conversation.

"You want me where? I suppose that the cab operator won't object."

In what I could only call a resigned fashion, Maud went down upon her knees directly in front of me. She looked up at me and smiled. This old wench was enjoying the show that she was providing for me. Wilfred was not about to lose his opportunity and he was on -- and I assumed -- in Maud in seconds. The eyes that I was looking into opened wide as Wilfred's cock drove into her cunt.

As I had done for the woman and her family, I decided to give Maud a really first hand view of what it meant to be a show girl in one of these cabs. I slowly began extracting myself from the gearshift until just the ball remained inside of my cunt. Then, with as much of a theatrical flourish as I could muster in this God-forsaken position, I let the ball burst into Maud's view. The gasp that I expected was quick in coming.

"Wilfred, look at this thing that Olivia has had up inside all this time! What? I don't know. I might be able to get that inside of me. You want me to try? OH, Wilfred! I'm much too old for this sort of thing. Honey, I just wouldn't feel right. Besides, maybe Olivia wouldn't be willing to swap places with me."

Jon had, obviously been following this turn in their conversation and he spoke up.

"We don't usually allow customers to ride the gear shift for fear that they might be harmed in some way, but you have been really good customers so, if you are willing to try it, I think we might agree to let you ride the metal pony -- just this once!"

Maud looked like a kid with a prized Christmas present. I cleared myself from the gearshift and we frantically exchanged positions. She moved with amazing speed and, in practically no time at all, she was gingerly lowering herself down upon the gear shift. Wilfred, meanwhile, was busily whispering in my ear.

"Thanks for agreeing. I've wanted to fuck one of you girls in the ass for a very long time. Maud always says, 'No', but I never before thought of this. Now, please, bend over!

Wilfred had obviously taken it for granted that I would comply and I had to admit that the sly old goat was absolutely correct. God, his cock was really and truly a big one. Even with all of the ass-fucking I had experienced, Wilfred caused me some pain when he rammed his cock into my ass, but, once he was in me, I was filled with excitement and cock! That sly old goat also knew how to get the better of a girl for his hand curled around under my belly and he began stroking my girly cock. Truthfully, I have no idea what ever happened to Maud for the three successive orgasms that Wilfred planted in my belly, caused me to lose consciousness.

Jon somehow got me back to the Athena Arms and into the hands of mom so that, the first thing I knew, it was morning and I was in my own bed.

"Want to ride the SHO-MOBILE again?"

"Definitely yes, but just not tonight!"

Mom burst out laughing.