Cab Driver
Keywords: Driver, Cab,
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I already have a raging hard on, and it is only 9pm. I have my clothes for the evening laid out on the bed before me, and my cock, balls and ass are newly shaved. I have decided to wear all black tonight: black lacy panties, bra and suspender belt, sheer black stockings, and a tight black dress that hugs my thighs and ass nicely. On my feet I will wear a pair of black, thin strapped three inch heels.
I shake with excitement as I pull on the panties. The tight fitting underwear protrudes like an obscene tent as my erection fills their lacy fabric. I carefully roll on the thigh-high stockings and clip them to the belt. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror, and it takes all my willpower to not grab my cock and masturbate to the release I so desperately desire. Instead I pull the dress over my head and smooth it out, then slip my stockinged feet into the high heels, and strap them on. To finish off, I clip on a pair of gold earrings and string a gold chain around my neck. Looking in the mirror, I love the way my masculine features look in the sexy, feminine outfit.
As I walk to the phone to call a taxi, I love the way the dress rubs against my lace-clad ass, the way my stockings slide together between my legs, and I feel even hornier than ever. The cab company operator confirms my address, and when I tell him my destination will be the Tower Bar, he gives no indication as to whether he knows it is a gay men's fuck hut.
"The Tower Bar, right?" he asks, his voice neutral.
I nod, and the car pulls out from my drive. We drive in silence, although the pounding of my heart sounds deafening, as it powers the insistant throb of my cock beneath my dress. The hard organ is pressed up against my stomach by the tight panties, and I can feel a seeping wetness as it leaks pre-cum. I realise I am unconsciously rubbing my erection through my dress, sitting with my legs splayed somewhat lewdly. I glance up to see if the driver has noticed my unlady-like behaviour, but he is focused on the road, so I cross my legs. I am fit to orgasm almost on the spot I am so excited as I feel my stocking clad thighs rub together, my smooth-shaven balls rubbing against my legs through their tight lacy pouch.
I struggle to control my shaking as the driver finally pulls up at the Golden Gate. I pay him, and as I turn from the cab, I can feel his eyes checking out my ass.
"Have a good night, baby," he calls at me.
I can't help but move my ass seductively as I walk into the bar.
Looking around, I see it is a quiet night. A few couples of guys are dancing to the music, a few more are spaced about the room at the tables and chairs. I however am the only obvious single person in the place. If I thought I felt exposed before, now I am feeling even moreso. I drink down another wine. A few groups of people drift in from the rain, order their drinks, and sit down, not paying me the least bit of attention. Soon my erection has withered, and all I want to do is get out of there.
Several drinks later, I am feeling slightly drunk it is then I notice a lone guy walk into the place. He's older than me by a bit, but I don't mind that usually. He looks fit and healthy, and as his eyes drift over me, I can feel my excitement returning. Soon the bulge in my dress is prominent again. I order another drink, and try to catch his eye as he walks to the bar. He orders a beer and sits down. My confidence inflated by the drinks, I move to the seat next to him.
"Hi," I say.
He looks me up and down, and I feel just as horny as ever.
"Hi," he replies cooly. "I'm waiting for someone."
I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's not interested in the slightest so I finish my drink, and leave.
Outside, I still have a throbbing erection despite my disappointment. My nerves have more or less vanished with the drinks. I look down the street, see a cab coming, and flag it down.
I climb into the backseat, and give the cabbie my address. As we set off, I look up and realise it is same driver who had dropped me off. He smiles at me in the mirror in acknowledgement as we set off for home.
"We meet again," he says, and I nod.
When I notice we are not heading in the right direction, I tell the driver. He gives me another glance in the mirror and suddenly pulls off the road. I assume he is doing a u-turn, but quickly realize he has pulled in to a small, secluded park. He stops the taxi in an empty parking lot behind a stand of tall trees. When he shuts the engine off, the sound of the rain on the car roof is almost deafening.
I can see him looking intently at me in the mirror.
"What are we doing here?" I ask, somewhat dumbly.
"Why don't you come and sit up front here with me?" he says by way of reply.
I instantly catch on and smile. My hard-on reaches new heights and my lack of success at the Tower Bar becomes part of ancient history. I get out of the back seat, and climb into the front passenger seat.
"I couldn't stop thinking about how hot you look in those slutty clothes after I dropped you off," says the driver, and I notice he is rubbing his crotch.
"Do you like them?" I say demurely, and I feel his hand on my thigh. I mentally urge him to move it higher.
"Oh God yeah," he moans. "I could see up your skirt in the mirror, I could see your hard cock in those panties, and I got so turned on. I wanted you bad."
His hand on my thigh is rubbing in circular motions, going higher each time.
"It turns me on so much that you want me like this." I say, as his hand finally disappears up under my dress. I part my legs, and his hand slides over the lacy fabric of my panties, rubbing my ball sack. I slowly undulate my hips, thrusting my bulging underwear against his hand. He responds by rubbing harder. The feeling of him stroking me through my panties is everything I had ever hoped it would be. My eyes drift shut in ecstasy, as he slides my dress up around my waist, exposing me fully. His hand has found where my hard shaft pokes out the top of my underwear, and is rubbing it against my belly. I moan in delight, and the rain outside comes down harder.
"Can I suck you?" asks the driver. I barely hear him, but he takes my moaning as a sign of encouragement. He leans over from his seat and buries his face in my panty-clad crotch. I can feel him licking the fabric, and it drives me wild. Soon he has worked a hand down into the gusset, and he pulls it aside. He manouvers my package so my cock and balls so are poking out through the leg hole, and then takes the shaft into his mouth.
As the glorious sensation of his wet tongue rolling over the hot flesh of my erection washes over me, I find my hands straying idly to my breasts, rubbing them unconsciously.
I can feel his tongue spreading saliva over my cock to get it nice and slick, and I sense he is experienced. His other hand is gently massaging my smooth balls, as he begins to draw his skilled lips back and forth over my engorged rod.
It is cramped in the car, but I manage to get one high-heeled foot up on the dash, the other hooked over the back of the drivers seat to give him plenty of room to play between my legs. My carefully pressed dress is bunched up around my waist, forgotten in my lust for the cab driver. His tongue is dancing wildly over the head of my cock, as he briefly removes it from his mouth to look up at me.
"I love your panties," he moans, looking up at me, stroking my spit-slickened cock in his fist. "They turn me so much. I want to fuck you so much."
"I want you to fuck me too," I manage to reply lustily.
I sit up straight, sorry to end such a great blow job, but desperate to feel him in my ass. I reach over and unbuckle his belt, then unzip his pants. I pull them down, and his erection springs forth.
"Let me get you slick first," I say, and then lean over and take his cock into my mouth. Soon my head is bobbing frantically in his lap, my left hand helping work the driver's turgid organ, my right hand desperately wanking my own slickened penis. It doesn't take long before I have drool running down my chin and a good film of it coats his rod. With a slurp, I let his cock slip from my mouth. Struggling in the confined space, I manage to slide over into the drivers seat, supporting myself over his lap with my back to him.
I feel the driver hitch my dress up around my waist exposing my rear end. I use one hand to pull the lacy panty fabric out of the way to give the driver access to my asshole, the other holds onto the steering wheel for grip. I wriggle around with my ass, seeking to get his cock head against my entrance. I soon feel the driver steady his organ and take aim, fitting the glistening, moist, plum-coloured tip against my boy pussy.
"Oh God, you've got me so hard," moaned the driver.
My breath was coming in ragged gasps, but I managed to reply "I want to feel you in my ass."
With that I relax my ass, opening up my sphincter. I lower myself down, sliding onto his swollen penis, feeling it slip slowly into my anus. I had done a good job lubing him, his cock meeting little resistance as it glides deep into my bowels, filling me gloriously, making me moan. I keep going until I am sitting right in his lap, his balls nestled snugly between my ass cheeks. I clench at his cock with my ass, and feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he moans. Then I flex my thighs, and draw back up his shaft, until I feel the rim of his swollen cock head against the inside of my asshole, at which point I begin the long, slow downward stroke again. Soon I am riding him to a slow, unhurried, steady rhythm. Up.. Down... Up... Down...
Our sighs, moans and heavy breathing have fogged the car windows thoroughly. As we fuck, I watch the thick, hot, musky, sweat scented air condense and run down the windows. Now holding the steering wheel with both hands, I feel like a little kid on one of those rides at the supermarket as I ease myself up and down the length of his erection. The driver reaches around me and starts to fondle my chest.
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Keywords: Driver, Cab,