The Cab Ride

I handed the five twenties to the cab driver. "So you don't see a thing, right?"

"You're paying the fare on top of this?" he asked. I couldn't quite place his accent (or his appearance). Indian? Middle Eastern? But what difference did it make to me? I just nodded. He smiled, "Then I don't see OR hear a thing!"

We drove up to the corner where C was waiting. She looked so sexy in her short, pleated skirt and fuck-me heels. But she had an anxious look on her face as she got into the back of the cab. She hugged me, and said, "You shouldn't have come."

"I couldn't stand not seeing you," I answered.

"I know. It was hard for me too. But, like I explained on the phone, I'm trying to make things work with my boyfriend. He's really nice to me and --"

"And he can't give you what I can give you."

C looked at the floor and nervously tugged at her skirt. The gesture was deliciously girlish. "No. He can't. It's just not in him." She sighed in resignation. "But, there's the other reason. You know. I don't want to ... well, I don't want to fall for you. You're not available. I'd end up getting hurt."

I was turned toward her, with my right arm leaning on the seat. I'm taller, so I looked down at her as I smiled an evil smile. "You are going to get hurt. I'm going to hurt you in all kinds of delicious ways." I reached over with my left hand and put it on her knee, gradually sliding it up her soft young thigh. She grabbed it just as it got to the hem of her skirt.

"No! I told you. It's not going to happen. I told you there was no reason to come down to the city to see me."

I kept smiling confidently. "And I told you I'd get what I want."

She giggled. "Oh really? I don't think so. I'm not going to a hotel with you, and if you don't behave I won't even go for coffee with you."

"You're right. We're not going to a hotel and we're not going for coffee. But I AM going to get what I want." And with that I started shoving my hand up her leg again, harder this time. She grabbed my hand with both of hers, trying to hold it back, but I was much stronger.

"Stop it!"

"Answer me one question," I said as I wrestled with her. "Are you wearing any panties?"

Her voice changed to a panicked whisper. "For Christ's sake! The driver's right up there!"

"Answer my question: are you wearing any panties?"

"It's not -- what the fuck difference does it make?!"

I laughed. "That answers my question! If you were wearing panties, you'd say so. You don't want to answer because you're not wearing panties. And you're not wearing panties because you're a wet little whore who wants to be fucked."

Tired of fighting her with one hand, I grabbed her small, pretty wrists in my right hand, and then shoved my left hand between her legs. I found what I expected: her smooth, moist, hairless mound with its lips open and engorged with lust. I easily slipped my fingers between her cunt lips and started to massage her clit and finger her hole.

She moaned in the way I was familiar with from our phone sex. She had one of the sexiest moans I have ever heard. From the sound you could tell that the lust came over her like a tidal wave, drowning her. For her, lust was like the ultimate intoxicant. But at the same time there was a youthful innocence in her voice. I wondered how she kept that innocence after all the men she had fucked.

But still she resisted: "No! I don't want to! Stop it!" Finally, she turned to the driver: "Stop the cab! I'm getting out! Now!" But the driver kept staring straight ahead, with just a hint of a grin on his face. She looked back at me and I kept smiling as I ground my hand into her pussy. Her eyes grew large as she realized what was happening. "Oh shit, shit, shit!"

I suddenly grabbed her ankles and lifted them up into the air, thereby tossing her onto her back on the seat of the cab. I quickly unzipped my fly and took out my hard cock. C ineffectually tried to shove me back, but I mounted her and shoved my dick into her wet, warm unwilling cunt.

"Oh fuck, don't!" she pleaded. But I could hear the desire in her voice.

"You know you want it, you whore! How come you dressed like such a slut to meet me, huh?" I was pounding her hard against the filthy seat of the cab while I taunted her. "How come your pussy is so fucking wet? Home come you didn't wear any panties under this short skirt?"

She was starting to cry. "I thought -- I don't know. I wasn't sure what I would do. Oh god! And I wanted you to think I was sexy. I just -- I just didn't want it to be like this, though!"

I sneered as I ploughed into her, fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. "How did you think I was gonna fuck you? Nice?" I laughed. "I have a girlfriend to make love to. You're just a dirty little whore for fucking."

She and I bounced as the cab suddenly came to a stop. We both looked up, she hopefully and I with alarm. I didn't know where the Hell in New York City I was, but the cabbie had parked in some alley where there didn't seem to be any people. And although I couldn't see below his shoulders, I could tell from his body language that he was taking his own cock out. I laughed and went back to fucking C.

"You're hurting me!" C groaned.

"Hurting?" I asked, angrily. I belted her across the face with my hand and heard her scream. "THAT is hurting, you worthless slut."

The cab must have been quite a sight. It was bouncing from how hard I was fucking her, the windows were steaming from the heat and sweat, and you could hear the heavy breathing of C and I as we fucked and the cabbie as he watched from the front seat and pounded his cock.

I didn't bother to hold back, and quickly shot my spunk into her cunt. As I lifted myself off her, I could tell from the expression on her tear-stained face that she thought the worst was over. That disappointed me a little. I looked over and saw the dark face of the cabbie, his eyes intent on C, and his arm jerking in an animal fashion as he approached orgasm.

I spoke to him. "You want her to give you a hand job?"

He smiled and nodded. As the cabbie got out and then came into the back seat beside me, I looked at C, and saw the look of wordless pleading on her face. I just grinned at her suffering.

"First lick my cock and balls clean," I ordered her. She started to do it slowly, so I twisted her hair till she cried out again and said, "Hurry up! Our friend is waiting his turn!"

I'm pretty straight, but I have to admit that it was kind of fun to watch another guy slowly stroking his hard cock beside me while my little slut licked my cock clean.

"Now beat him off! Beat him off nice and hard!"

Her pretty white hands grapsed his cock and stroked it back and forth. I opened her blouse, exposing her ample tits, and the cabbie and I felt them up. It wasn't like the way you feel up your girlfriend's tits. It was like grabbing an inanimate object: we just pinched and squeezed and pulled at them however we wanted. Given that, and the show he'd had before, it didn't take long for him to cum. Long, sticky strings of white spunk sailed out onto C's face, neck and tits.

C looked up at us pathetically, and we laughed, enjoying her humiliation.

I had the cabbie drive up back to where we picked her up. I knew C, and I knew the kind of sexy, sick mind she has: deep inside this experience was making her fall for me emotionally. So when we got to the place, she looked at me and said softly, "Do you want to -- talk or something?"

"I'll talk to you the next time I want to fuck you," I said, and reached over and opened the door for her.