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London Cab Ride
by Ps2geneve (ps2geneve@hotmail.com)

***

Caroline had enjoyed her night out with her friends, but 
a forgotten purse meant the Cab driver demanded payment 
in an unexpected way. (MF, reluc, oral, voy)

***

Caroline felt the taxi brake to turn off Marylebone High 
Street, nearly home, she thought as the taxi turned 
left, past the few stragglers outside the Marylebone 
Tup, a girl playing with a man's affections one last 
time before looking for her own chariot home. 

"On the left here," Caroline pointed and the taxi swung 
round next to the pavement.

The taxi driver punched some buttons on his machine, 
"22.50 please," he said.

Caroline opened her handbag and felt a slight sensation 
of panic, she couldn't see her purse. She could feel the 
taxi driver looking at her through the mirror. She felt 
slightly angry at his knowing stare, it wasn't as if 
she'd done this deliberately.

"Just looking for my purse," she tried to sound 
reassuring.

It must be here somewhere, said Caroline under her 
breath.

She scoured her handbag, she could feel herself getting 
flushed. There was no-one around apart from the taxi 
driver, but she felt embarrassed, where the hell was her 
purse. 

Then she remembered. She'd made a donation to her 
friends local school and placed it on the sideboard to 
help her friend who was teetering towards the kitchen 
with the plates. 

Distracted, she'd never picked it up again.

Bugger. 

She smiled at the taxi driver. "It's back at my 
friends," she said. 

"You want to go back," the taxi driver said, his eyes 
glued to the rear view mirror.

Caroline thought about it, but the time was well past 
one o'clock and she felt tired. Tina would drop the 
purse off tomorrow sometime when she found it.

Her Blackberry beeped, instinctively she glanced at the 
message, a text, "U forgot ur purse, will drop off a.m. 
T"

"That was my friend, I've left the purse back at the 
house," Caroline leaned forward, "I'm really sorry about 
his"

"It happens" but there was something in his voice, a 
world weariness.

"Look," said Caroline, "I'll just nip into my flat I'm 
sure I have some money in there. I put the money for the 
cleaner out earlier today, and that's £24"

"Yeah right" said the cabbie.

There was a long painful pause between the two of them. 
The cabbie's eyes never left her face.

"Look you can come up to the door of the flat if you 
want" said Caroline. "I'm not going to run off and you 
know where you live."

"Look," the cabbie sounded exasperated, there was a 
weariness to his voice, "I've been driving cabs for 18 
years, and believe me darling, there isn't a scam, 
trick, play, con that I haven't had tried on me."

"I'm not trying to con you" shouted Caroline.

"It's a criminal offence to take a cab and not be able 
to pay for it"

"I can pay for it" now Caroline sounded annoyed, "the 
money is just 200m away!"

"Nah, I've had enough of punters like you, I'm going to 
the police station at Marylebone and we can sort it out 
there, you need a lesson."

He started to engage the clutch

"There must be something we can do to resolve this" 
Caroline was almost begging.

The engine died. It took Caroline a moment to realise 
that he'd pulled over and switch the engine off. She 
could see his eyes looking at her.

She heard a click as the door locks for the rear doors 
went off, the little red light flicking off in an 
instant, she glanced forward, contemplating whether to 
make a run for it.

But the door was opening already.

The cabbie got into the back of the cab.

He pulled down the little travel seat and sat down. He 
rubbed his jaw, thoughtfully.

Caroline sat back slightly shocked and disturbed.

"Look neither of us want to go to the police, right?"

Caroline looked at him.

"Right?" he raised his voice, insistently.

"Yes," said Caroline, her heart beating a little faster.

"So you provide me with a little service and we can call 
it quits."

"I'm sorry I don't quite understand?" Caroline was 
hesitant, what the hell had the man in mind.

What happened next took her by surprise, and later she 
was to reflect that she should have seen it coming, but 
ignorance is bliss sometimes.

He reached down and in one swift movement, prised his 
cock out of his trousers, it sprang free, erect, 
swollen, it looked painful. The purple bell end 
glistened in the moonlight, and the veins looked thick 
swollen along the shaft.

"I don't want a fuck, just a quick blow job and we can 
go our separate ways" he said it as if he was asking her 
if she wanted a cup of tea and a biscuit.

Caroline sat back in the seat, pressing herself into the 
fabric. She couldn't get out of the door, call for help, 
should she scream, but who would hear her.

Stalling she said: "You must be joking."

"Or we can go to the police," he said, "and they'll 
believe me, after all what are you going to tell them?"

Caroline sat still not sure what to say. She stared at 
the cock.

It looked, potent.

It looked rock hard.

What had he been thinking all the time he'd been looking 
at her, had he been undressing her and thinking about 
this. What a nightmare. All because she'd forgotten a 
purse.

She found herself looking at the cock, he was gently 
stroking the base of the shaft, it was like a snake, 
mesmerising her. 

Caroline guessed she hadn't seen a cock so hard, up 
close and personal in months. Paul had stopped making 
overtures, constantly rebuffed for the last 8 months, 
his confidence destroyed.

She hadn't played with a cock for a long time.

Her interest was low when it came to sex, basically non-
existent.

The taxi driver coughed, he was grinning at her. Why?

"So you are interested then?" he nodded at her breasts.

She suddenly became aware that her right hand had 
started massaging her left breast, almost 
absentmindedly. She stopped.

Self-conscious. Embarrassed.

"Don't mind me," said the driver, "if it puts you in the 
mood."

Caroline became aware of an odd sensation, one she'd not 
felt for a long time, she was wet, her labia, felt wet 
and she was conscious of a small amount of her juices 
soaking into her knickers.

She looked down and saw that both nipples were erect. 
She felt horny?

Bloody hell, she did feel horny.

As she became of this so familiar feeling that was so 
long forgotten, he moved to sit next to her on the back 
coach seat the scent of his cock wafted towards her.

"Undo your jacket!" he commanded.

Caroline reached down and disbelievingly undid her 
jacket, as the last button came free, he pulled it open. 
Her breasts stood pert, the hard nipples pushing through 
the red lace of the bra.

Later when she thought about she realised he didn't ask. 
Keeping one hand on his cock, his free hand stroked and 
then cupped her right breast, squeezing it, his thumb 
flicked across her nipple.

Caroline licked her lips, she reached up and deftly 
pulled the breast free from the fabric.

It rested gently in his warm hand.

The air was still.

He pulled his fingers and thumb across her breast in a 
pincer movement on her nipple and gently squeezed it, 
pulling it at the same time. Caroline groaned.

"Kiss me here" she motioned at her breast.

"Thought you'd never ask," he said and like a cat who'd 
got the cream bent forward to kiss her nipple, he kissed 
around the nipple and then started to suck and lick it 
with long thick hard strokes of a big wide wet tongue.

"And here," Caroline eased her other breast free.

As the cabbie start to suck and lick her nipples, her 
left hand went down to rub her crotch, god she felt so 
fucking horny.

She revelled in the sensation, the tingles across her 
body, his mouth caressing her breasts.

She'd missed this so much, god she loved sex, she 
shrugged her shoulders feeling herself unwind.

He bit.

A little too hard.

"Ouch!"

He lifted his face and looked at her, his face looked 
calm, like this was a perfectly normal thing to do, 
perhaps it was for him she thought.

She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue at him.

He gently stroked the back of her long hair leaving his 
cock free, and then scrunching up a fistful of hair 
pulled her mouth onto his.

Their tongues darted at each other. His other hand 
massaged a breast, a little too firmly but she was lost 
in her lust. She nipped his bottom lip with her teeth.

The cabbie sat back, and removed any pretence of emotion 
in the situation, "Time for the main show"

Caroline licked her lips and looking at him bent over 
towards his cock. Her nostrils flared a little at his 
scent, she didn't feel anxious. Keeping her mouth closed 
she gently rubbed her lips and chin over his cock end.

He groaned a little and suddenly with no hesitation she 
opened her mouth and gently sucked on the end of his 
cock feeling the silkiness of his knob end, one hand 
braced on his leg, but she found herself instinctively 
placing her other hand round his cock and starting to 
stroke it.

Caroline sank her mouth deeper over his cock, taking it 
in further. She pushed her hand down to his balls sack.

He was clean shaven, his balls swollen and full, she 
cupped them, her warm hands squeezing gently and felt 
him jerk his cock into her mouth.

She took him deeper. Long strokes with her mouth taking 
his veined cock in time after time.

She could feel her nipples like tiny rock hard diamonds 
grating on the bra lace.

She lifted her mouth off, trance like her eyes shut, she 
wanked him, feeling his hard cock gripped in her hand.

"God you are good," he said.

Wordlessly Caroline sank her mouth over his cock again

He leaned over and squeezed her left breast.

"Is this ok?" Caroline asked lifting off again.

"Oh yeah, this is fucking great."

She tasted him and thought about how good it was, how 
much she loved to suck on a cock.

She upped her speed, her mouth dipping onto him again, 
her hand wanking him hard, she was aware of his 
breathing growing shorter.

His cock felt vibrant, a living thing inside her mouth.

His hand came down on the back of her head limiting her 
escape and she felt him push into her mouth, fucking her 
mouth even as she wanked him.

He exploded inside her mouth, like a jolt it brought her 
back she pulled her mouth free and caught his second 
load across her chin and neck, thick globules of white 
cum.

The cabbie, shuddered, "That was worth the fare and then 
some."

He was already pulling his zip up, his cock already 
inside almost as if he'd performed a magic trick and it 
had disappeared. 

"Here we go love," he passed her a handkerchief.

Caroline sat back, almost as if in shock and wiped the 
cum off her face. 

A blast of cool air brought her back to her senses. 

"Come on," the cabbie was holding the door for her, 
"let's be having you, I've got a mortgage to pay."

Caroline staggered out of the cab.

She watched as he turned his back and got into the cab, 
the engine roared to life and he set off down the road. 
It was almost like a dream. 

She felt the cold air on her naked breasts, she'd not 
even managed to rearrange her clothes. 

Caroline's nipples snagged against her bra fabric as she 
gingerly placed the right one back into the bra cup.

She paused regarding the distended nipple standing hard, 
painfully hard, and erect on her left breast.

She cupped her left breast and gently squeezed, 
remembering the sensation of the cabbies hand, it wasn't 
fair that he'd had a result and left her, well 
unfulfilled.

She leaned back against the railings and moved her right 
hand down inside her skirt, she closed her eyes, her 
probing fingers pushing aside her pubes leaving a furrow 
until she felt the soft hood at the top of her pussy, 
she rubbed the side pushing down and around the clitoris 
nestling inside.

Her face would have been a picture of complete absorbed 
concentration to any passerby as she started to rub 
harder

She felt her left leg start to tremble and with a final 
gasp pushed her head back as the waves of the orgasm 
swept through her. 

She felt her panties soaked from her juices. She 
breathed in and popping the left breast snuggly away 
walked towards the flat, it hadn't been so bad, in fact 
she wouldn't mind sucking a bit more cock come to think 
of it.

She giggled as she looked down at her open blouse, only 
200m to the flat well who knows what might happen and 
continuing to giggle she walked off gaily up the street.

Quietly across the street from where the cab parked and 
the railings were, the tramp, sleeping rough, allowed 
himself a little noise as he wanked his cock furiously 
coming on the pavement with excitement at the 
entertainment of the night.

END

I hope you enjoyed the story, feedback is welcome. If 
you would like to have a story written about you and sex 
in London then please drop me a line.

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