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A Week in October
Part XIII Pay The Driver
"Thanks for waiting " as I jumped into the back of the cab.
"Its ok luv – last fare tonight – packing it in early. Where to?" he asked
I gave him the address and sat back.
"Listen luv I am going back that way anyway – if I keep the meter running it's gonna cost you around £80, . why don't I switch the damn thing off and charge £40 and we both make something out of it" he bargained
"Sure - it's a deal" I smiled
"Gotta make one quick stop on the way – if that's ok"
I nodded and we set off and I gazed out at the busy streets and the busy people leading their busy lives. I thought of Andy, in the less than 48hrs since he had gone I had seen and done things I would never have dreamt of, it seemed as if I were constantly horny and the merest suggestion of any opportunity to engage in any sort of sexual activity was irresistible. Even now as my naked ass slithered around on the leather cab seats I could feel the need beginning to build.
"Busy day luv – you look miles away"
"You could say that – Just thinking about hubby – he's gone off to Portugal for the week – lucky sod "
"Business is it ?"
"Bloody golf"
We both laughed –
"Well at least you got one – lost the old dear year past April" he sighed "Home to an empty bed every night "
"Sorry "
"Naw no probs luv – I do miss her though "
For a few seconds he gazed out into the cold night obviously digging up images of his lost love from the dimming memories. Then turning with a huge grin
"Especially for some things – if you know what I mean" he chuckled
"Surely you don't go in for that nonsense any more " I added teasingly.
"Bloody right I would, given half a chance – I'm only fifty five for christs sake" he retorted
"Tried the ladies down at King Cross about eight or nine months ago, but its just not the same when they ain't into it – know what I mean – just a job to them - like doing one of them blow up dolls"
"I'm sure you'll get lucky soon"
Seeing only the back of his head it was difficult to get an accurate picture of the driver but he looked about 5' 8", stalky and probably carrying a little extra eight. His dark hair was shot through with silver streaks and worn in a sixties Teddy boy style and he smelled of "Brylcreme" and "Old Spice". Not too bad for his age I thought, he shouldn't find it too difficult to get himself laid.
With the conversation dying off I sat back closed my eyes and relaxed, and mulled over the days events;, Nina and Marcos on the tube, Mr Half-Moon also on the tube, Ms White and Mr Sadler in his office at lunchtime, Mr Aitken and his bimbo's in the boardroom , Daniel and Emma in the ladies, Groucho in the gents and finally the a guest at the most bizarre dinner where sexual gratification was actually on the menu. After revisiting each of the incidents in turn
"Stacey your are tuning into a real tramp" I muttered and giggled out loud.
"What's that luv?" from the drivers seat.
"Oh nothing – just amusing myself"
"Well watch out for my seats " he chuckled.
I smiled and headed back into the days events welcoming the delightful images flashing in my brai, encouraging more and more detailed memories of Marcos fucking my ass, of Daniel sucking and lapping at Emma's dripping pussy, of Deans brutal assault on the slave girl when I was suddenly wrenched from my pornographic slideshow
"Only be a ……………. "
My eyes flashed wide open to see the driver had turned around and was staring at my crotch, I looked down to discover my hand caressing my naked wet pussy. Instantly I jerked my hand away and lowered my skirt, obviously avoiding any embarrassment the driver quickly turned back around in his seat.
"Only be a couple of minutes in here Luv – unless you fancy a quick cuppa"
I looked out of the window, we had stopped at what looked like a transport café, several lorries were parked beside a low level, flat roofed, purpose built café in the middle of nowhere.
"Where are we? "
"The stop I had to make – its only five minutes off the route home Luv – no panic."
"Eh.. yeah .. yeah.. I'll be there in a minute…. Get me a white coffee will you?"
Closing the door he strolled the twenty five yards to the main entrance and disappeared inside, a bright red neon sign flickered "C FE" in the plate glass window. Taking a few minutes to compose myself I leaned forward and checked my hair and makeup in the drivers rear view mirror, jumped out of the cab and headed after him. Opening the door I was surprised by the number of people inside, four formica topped tables each with four steel framed seats lined the walls on either side of the room.
"Coffee's here Luv"
The driver, who was sitting with three others at the farthest away table on the left pointed to the only unoccupied table available which was directly opposite. I walked over, sat down and lifted the mug of coffee already on the table. Glancing over at the driver I saw him accept a package from one of the others, it was about the size of a house brick but slightly wider and was wrapped in brown paper, my curiosity had been pricked, I went back to sipping my coffee. A few moments later as I turned to ask the driver where the restroom was, I realised all four at the table were now looking across, I guessed I had been the topic of their huddled mutterings. All four looked around the same age and to be honest they all looked like taxi drivers, but then I guess if you frequented this place you did have to be a driver and it certainly wouldn't attract many tourist.
"Just gonna put this in the car Luv – ready whenever you are"
All four rose from the table and headed outside. I scanned the room for any clues to the restrooms and spotted assign in the corner behind me, I rose and headed in that direction.
"I wouldn't go in there Luv" said a voice from behind the counter.
"We've only got the one – and this lot ain't the cleanest" she said pointing to the general custom.
"Don't get many ladies in here you know"
A four foot square pensioner with a whitish coat and string cap covering her silver hair peered over the counter.The anguished look on my face obviously revealed that my need to relieve myself was possibly greater than any offence caused by the state of the facilities, as I looked from her to the restroom door then back at her. A moments consideration saw the expression on her face changed to that of a concerned mother
"Come ere Luv" as she lifted a section of the formica counter top. "In here"
She lead the way through to what looked like a small food preparation area behind the main counter,
"There you go – ain't ideal but its what I use" she said pointing to the concrete floor which sloped in on all sides to a drainage grill in the centre. She turned and went back the way she came.
What the hell, I thought as I squatted over the drain and emptied my bladder. A few seconds later she returned with a bucket of water and as I exited she sloshed the contents over the floor. Thanking her and making my way towards the exit I wondered how the Foods Standards Agency would view that particular practice – Out in the car park the driver and his three friends were huddled around the drivers door peering in, unaware of my approach I listened in on their conversation which seemed to be centred on whatever they were peering at. As I finally reached them I managed to peer over their shoulders and froze, there on a two inch monitor fixed below the dashboard, was a recording of our journey to the café taken from the viewpoint of the driver looking into the back of the cab. Horrified I continued to watch as images of me with my eyes closed and playing with my pussy rolled across the screen, I opened the back door and jumped into the cab slamming the door behind me. All four jumped back in fright, I could no longer see the monitor but assumed the driver had turned it off. The back door opened and a sheepish looking driver stepped forward
"Eh.. Sorry Luv! It…its just that the company installed these for security reasons …. A lot of guys were getting mugged and ….well … well Jesus its not everyday I get a beautiful women trying to get herself off in the back of my cab…. And well …. Sorry."
Looking like four school boys who had just been caught with a dirty magazine on school grounds they stared in at me expectantly, I reckon they thought I would complain to the boss or worse, they looked so pathetic that all I could do was laugh.
A synchronised sigh of relief left them looking at one another and smiling.
"While we are on the subject of your misdemeanour – whats in the packge " I said pointing to the front seat.
"Hope its not drugs"
"Christ NO ..NO damn I ain't that stupid" he said somewhat alarmed
"No their just some DVD's that Bill here gets – one of his runs is from a studio that makes this stuff to the factory that presses the DVDs – he stops off home and makes a copy before delivering them"
He thrust the package at me. As I started to tear open the brown paper
"It a bit dodgy like Luv – it aint Disney" they all burst out laughing
Inside there were three blank DVD covers – I opened the first and scribbled across a RW-DVD in black ink was the title "Gangbang Shoot Out". Opening the next one I read "Exploits of a SheMale"
The final one title was slightly more vague but I assumed of the same ilk "In for the night".
"I shall have to confiscate these, they are obviously flouting the copyright laws and as such should remain in my safekeeping until the opportunity presents itself to return them to their rightful owner."
The group fell silent.
"Furthermore, I will expect prompt delivery of all further transgressions by whomsoever is the perpetrator of this unlawful activity"
Still uncertain they glanced around at one another, saying nothing. I could no longer contain myself and burst out laughing.
"I want copies you dickheads" I spluttered barely able to speak
"Christ Gal you had me going I can tell you – thought you was the law or some'it" one of them confessed.
"Jesus Arthur where the fuck d'you pick this one up – outside Jonglers or some'it – right fucking comedian – damn it gal thought we was busted there." Said another.
"Right guys – you saw the recording" I started " Trying to get off was the right expression – you will have noticed that as yet I was unsuccessful"
"So who wants to buy some pussy tonight? " I went on
"Buy?" Arthur queried.
"Yep you want to ride in this cab tonight you pay what the meter says – no deals – what does the meter read?" I asked
"£40" one of them replied.
"Well there you go – so who is first – Arthur will collect the fares."
I slid my ass off the front of the seat and lay back, pulled up my tiny skirt and looked out at the four of them. After a couple of minutes of uncertainty and discussions among them one of them jumped in beside me. He was already dropping his trousers and freeing his semi hard cock, kneeling on the floor in front of me he guided the end of his cock to my pussy. Even although he was not fully erect he slid in easily, leaning forward over me he supported himself with his hands on the back of the seat. Closing my eyes I let the warm filling sensation flow over me, his cock felt good as it slowly slid in and out wet pussy, gradually he reached full erection and began thrusting more vigorously. All too quickly his low groans transformed into short pants as the length of his thrusts shortened and the frequency increased, he gave a warning of his impending orgasm and tried to withdraw, I grasped his buttocks and thrust my hips forward and threw my legs around the small of his back in order to keep him deep within me as he spilled his seed. Withdrawing his softening cock left my pussy gaping and a tiny silver stream of his ecstasy trickled down my ass. Without opening my eyes I welcomed in my next fare, an already fully erect cock was thrust to the hilt in a single stroke making me gasp in surprise and pleasure. Grasping his hairy buttocks with both hands I pulled him hard into me and locked my feet behind his back , instructing him not to move I began grinding against him, I need to come. Crushing my clit against his pubic bone I knew my goal would not be far away, after several minutes of grinding and milking his cock, the first waves of pleasure struck, releasing him from my grip and allowing him the freedom of movement
"Fuck me … Fuck meeeee !" I screamed.
Immediately he started pounding into me, ramming his cock as far inside as he could in long hard strokes, my orgasm hit full force and I sprayed his groin with come, spasms gripped my muscles as my screams of ecstasy filled the cab. After several minutes of submitting totally to the overpowering forces invading me, tiny tendrils of consciousness wriggled through my brain. Grunts from above alerted me to the fact that I was still impaled on the rigid cock, the pace had quickened and the thrusts were almost vicious. Gripping my ankles he threw my legs over his shoulders and half stood affording himself even more leverage against my pussy, each forward thrust almost lifted me from the seat.
"Yessssss….. Yes Bitch Yessss…."
Was followed by a sea of red hot come deep in my pussy, every muscle in his body went rigid as he ground himself into me, deafening soulful screams of release revealed a desperate need had finally been fulfilled. Collapsing on top of me he dragged oxygen rich air into his lungs, sweat dripped onto my neck, his heart beat rapidly on my breast and intermittent tremors bristled up and down his body. Lying there silent and motionless for several minutes I grew concerned for his condition
"Come on Joe – Me next" from outside the cab
"Holy Shit" Joe retorted as he plugged back into reality.
Still with my eyes closed I listened as Joe forced his exhausted frame out into the cold night air, seconds later my ankles were lifted so high in the air that the souls of my feet touched the cab ceiling. Even before I had adjusted to the position my pussy was filled with rigid cock. Whoever was attached to it shuffled forward until his naked thighs touched my buttocks. His hands felt rough against my ankles and the smell of oil permeated the atmosphere. Within seconds he was fucking me wildly, thrusting and banging for all he was worth it was obvious he had no intentions of making this last any longer than was absolutely necessary to get off. To my surprise I felt movement on the seat next to me and the familiar aroma of Old Spice wafted across my nostrils. The driver had crawled into the seat beside me, a firm hand gripped my chin as a slippery cock was forced between my teeth. Obviously now on his hands and knees across the seat his dick was directly above me and demanding entry into my throat, reaching up I grasped his balls in one hand and the shaft in the other and started suckling greedily. Already the cock fucking my pussy so desperately was nearing its finale as witnessed by the string of mutterings and whimpers its owner was emitting, a further several minutes elapsed and I became aware of my feet back on the floor of the cab and the cock in my pussy was gone, presumably he had achieved his primary objective and left. Redoubling my efforts on the driver I was rewarded with a steady flow of spunk, squeezing his balls hard and sucking and swallowing as fast as I could he was soon empty and softening. I lay down across the seat exhausted and called after the driver as he left
"Home James"
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