The Taxi Ride
written by:
sylvan

THE TAXI RIDE

It's another long evening. The hour is late and I'm dressed in a scarlet red lace teddy and a short silk robe watching old home movies of me and an old flame getting it on. God, could he turn me on. Maybe it's the show and maybe the amaretto I'm drinking because it was his favorite drink...but I'm getting turned on. Curled up on the couch alone I find my hand slips down to my pussy.....my nipples turn hard and beg for touch...my cunt is so hot and wet.....oh, how I want to cum......

The door bell rings and I jump through the roof. It's the cab delivery I've been waiting for. I open the door wide and let my satin robe fall open. All he says dropping his head is......"Oh, my God....." His eyes start at my feet then work slowly up my legs to my hips as he measures carefully the hemline to my cunt. "Oh, man....." he groans.

He makes me blush. I duck my head away from him. "You're too much." He really is when he's getting turned on.

"Well," he starts fresh. "Delivery here," he announces. This cab company will make deliveries. Tonight it's just a six pack of beer...even though I don't drink beer.

"Oh?" I pull his jacket closer and as our bodies touch, I wrap a leg around his. I can feel my heat touching his hardening dick. I grind on him gently. He pulls me close by the base of my spine and he kisses me deeply.

"Wait..." he says. He still has one arm behind his back. "These are for you, luv," he says with his face close to mine. He produces a dozen red roses in his left hand. "My tip for you," he says with a naughty half smile.

I glance into his eyes for just a second. "Oh, you've got the tip of something I'd like to check out," I remark.

I take my leg back and almost jump up and down at the sight. I'm such a fool for flowers, and roses are my favorite. "How did you know?" I query as I turn and waltz back into the house all the while sniffing the roses deeply. I'm being facetious and he knows it. I close my eyes for an instant to savor the buzz I get from them. He follows.

My stockings have large satin bows on the thigh. My stiletto heels click the linoleum.

I find a vase quickly and submerse the ends in water. In the kitchen I slip open the robe I'm only half wearing.

His large heavy hands slip lightly around my waste and roughly pull me close to him. Again, my leg circles his and I feel his hard wood cock. I groan helplessly and rub my bare sex against him as his kiss deepens. I swear I'm gonna cum on him right here. He doesn't give me chance and takes me to the living room as if to strip me in front of the couch. Blinds all drawn the house is hushed before this moment.

His hand, his mouth, his soul worship my body, me. I'm shaking mildly in anticipation, and awe. I'm so excited my teeth chatter lightly. I start to unbutton his shirt, untie his belt, all at once I need him naked.......

"No, no, no," he cautions. "I am still working. Hurry up and get dressed," he tells me with a stinging swat to my bottom. I need only to slip on my dress and grab my leather jacket. My dress is a long sleeve wrap around and only closes with a belt

He pulls me by the wrist out the locked front door. Outside the December is air is so cold it burns any naked skin. The cab is an old dark blue crown vic sedan. It was probably a police car at one time. He opens the passenger door for me to get in. The heat is turned up high and I'm glad of the warmth.

He gets in the drivers side and reaches across to kiss me again. "You're entirely mine now, hon. That okay?"

"Oh, yes, Master. I'm happy to serve you in whatever way you wish."

This is the last thing I will be allowed to say. He kisses me one more time and then wraps a leather muzzle around the lower half of my face gently inserting the dick shaped dildo gently into my mouth. I rub my tongue on it hungrily.

"Practice, for later on," he whispers with an evil grin. From the center console he pulls out nipple clamps. He lovingly licks each nip before he clamps it. The pretty jewelry is very tight makes me very horny. I try to slow my breathing down, but it's difficult. I take long slow breaths while my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.

He gives me just a second to adjust and then he clips the third clamp onto my clit. I open my legs wide to help him find it, but he doesn't need help. His hands are quite adept. He gets my entire clit in and clamps it too tightly. I resist the urge to groan. Again, I try to slow my breathing.

Next he takes my arms out of my leather jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.

The radio scanner on the dash begins to squawk. "Hey," the dispatcher says with an irritated tone. "Ninety-four, where the hell are you?"

My cab driver ignores the radio. "Fold your arms," he tells me. Tenderly he ties my wrists to my forearms with my elbows at right angles. From his pocket he takes a very large cock shaped dildo and begins to lube it up. He pulls me up to a semi kneeling position and gently violates my anus with it. When it is inserted all the way to the chain on the end he gingery places me back into a seated position and rewraps my jacket around my shoulders. He has a small blanket which he drapes around the back of my head so I can't be seen from the back seat.

"Feel free to squirm away, my darling." He kisses my neck softly and gives the blanket an extra tug to be sure it stays in place.

"Ninety-four, I said ‘where the hell are you?' I've got fifteen fairs waiting and the phones are going crazy, you asshole."

My driver finally picks up the mike. "I'm finished break. Where to now?"

The dispatcher explodes in a verbal tirade.

"For Christ's sakes, one thing at a time, please," my driver says slowly, deliberately holding his temper in check.

I lean back in the seat and stifle another groan. My nipples are on fire. Jagged bolts of pain streak outward over my entire breasts. My clit doesn't hurt that much right now, but I know it will when the clamp comes off. I rock my hips forward and back grinding the anal probe. The muscles in my empty pussy ache to be fucked hard. I keep squeezing it until I'm on the brink of cumming, but i can't quite reach a climax. Instead my pussy hangs just below the crest of orgasm. All I can do is wait, and squirm. I rub my knees together in silence.

Back out on the street he hammers the crown vic with a lead foot. He takes the next five addresses from the dispatcher who is still pretty worked up. Knowing the city by heart he puts them in the order by vicinity.

I know I'm going to have a long wait. I lean back and stretch my spine. I rock my hips back and forth and side to side. I revel in my agony. I squirm into the pain with delight. Licking and sucking the dildo gag helps relieves the tension. I keep my breathing deep and slow.

When the next customer gets in the cab I find I'm so glad of the steel mesh between the front and back seats. I keep my head bowed still breathing carefully.

I am positively terrified of strangers.

I concentrate on my nips, my clit and my bottom. I find my mouth watering and I can feel my pussy is tight and wet. I'm sure I'm going to wear out the dildo gag.

He keeps me like this for the next three hours.

As the night wears on, my pain reaches a plateau. My pussy still aches terribly, but the fire burning across my breasts eases up slightly with time and controlled breathing.

The whole evening no one ever guesses what is really going on. I can't help but find this amusing. One customer asks if I am a bolt of fabric. My driver tells one that I'm a folded blanket. Some of them didn't even realize I was there at all or at least didn't comment.

An older gentleman, at least he sounded like it, said he was an attorney. He didn't need to say he was inebriated, since the fumes of alcohol he gave off were strong enough to be flammable.

The only answer my Dom has for the curious is: "Nothing."

I stay quietly under the blanket especially with street lights and customers constantly intruding. The last thing I need is to have someone notice the muzzle. My Dom is very dear to me and I cannot have him in any trouble.

If I could talk I would be begging him to punish me severely. Luckily, most people are too selfish to notice anything and that makes me happy.

At long last my driver's shift is over. He radios the dispatcher that he'll be outside the cab gassing and servicing it for the next shift.

Finally my time has come. I feel the car turn sharply and I hazard a look out over the dash, but without lifting my head. We are in an industrial complex that is completely deserted. My heart begins to race again.

He stops the cab in the very back of the lot where there are only a few lights. He gets out and I hear him walk around to my door. His boots crunch the frosty ground. He gently helps me out in case I get dizzy or faint. I am a bit light headed with a wicked buzz on, but okay.

He takes off my coat and leads me by the arm to the hood of the car. My dress slides off. He bends me over and I put my elbows down for support. Finally.....

He checks my nipples and tugs on the ornate jewelry stretching and releasing. The fire reignites and my breasts burn in delight.

With his bare hand he spanks me. Harder and harder the slaps come, louder and louder. My pussy tightens still more. My anal muscles hurt terribly as they tighten with each slap. He keeps checking the chain is still there in my ass and continues to spank me while I groan begging for more. With one hand on the base of my spine to steady me he uses the other to rub in each slap. Each time I thrust out my bottom out again, and again. Only the dildo gag stifles my joyful noise.

Then he tugs on the clamp holding my clit in check. He pulls on it. He keeps steady pressure on until it rips completely off. Now I feel my clitoris explode in white hot pain that mushrooms in all directions throughout my body. I spread my feet wider to steady myself.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard," he promises. Yes, Master, please fuck me hard.

Next he pulls the chain out of my ass. Out of his pocket he takes another vibrating dildo and plunges it into my burning pussy. It takes him a minute because at this point my sex is too tight. He has to pick me up in one arm and puts the dildo on his knee. He allows my body weight to drop pushing it all the way until it pops in. I'm helpless to stop the assault though because of the wild white crème inside of me. I curl my lower spine up again.

My groaning becomes guttural from all the sensations tearing throughout my body. He turns on the dildo to vibrate on the highest setting. I'm nearly screaming in muffled ecstasy.

Then he proceeds to fuck my ass. He uses his large cock slowly at first giving me only a second to adjust to this new sensation. As I groan more, he moves in and out faster. His large hands hold my hips while he thrusts deeper and faster still. His thumbs pull my cheeks open to fit all of it in. The vibrations from my pussy drive him crazy.

Now he begins to groan. He calls me every sweet name for a precious sex slave that I have ever heard in my entire life.

I love to be fucked in the ass. He throws his head back and I know he's climaxing. In that second he orders me to cum.

My pussy finally makes it over the mountain of orgasm while he cums in my ass. I'll never get enough of him fucking me. By now our breath makes white plumes of vapor 20 to 30 feet long.

Afterwards he doesn't pull out right away. He clicks off the vibrator but leaves it in. He presses his hips to my bottom leaving his softening dick inside me. I squeeze my aching anal muscles trying to keep him in place.

But alas, it's over. He takes the vibrator out gently. My pussy reluctantly allows. He helps me stand up straight with his huge arm around me since I always get dizzy at this point. He unclips my nipps and takes away the dildo gag. He kisses me on the mouth softly and deeply for a long minute. Then he lovingly licks my nipples praising them with his tongue.

From behind me he slips me back into my dress then gathers the toys. I'm embarrassed by the steam coming off them in the frozen air. He opens the car door for me and carefully helps me sit. I'm still breathing hard, but I'm as high as a kite. There is no drug anywhere that produces this buzz. It is magical.

In just a flash he has me back home. I take the toys with me.

I stop for a second and kiss his cheek. "Hurry home, honey. Your beer's in the fridge and it must be cold by now."

All he says is, "I'm so glad I married you. Now get out of here. You'd better have that sweet little ass naked and in bed when I get there."

I'll only be too glad.