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A Taxi Drivers Tale - 2
by Speeding Hornet (speedinghornet@gmail.com)

***

One of Taxi Drivers earliest conquests, finding herself 
left all alone and heavily intoxicated Nikki finds 
herself being taken home for a night she'll never 
forget. (MF, nc, rp, bd)

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Tale 2: Hen Night

I could see the pistols pointing right at me.

Stopping the taxi parallel to the pavement, I prepared 
for the barrage of noise. I electronically dropped the 
window and leant over the front passenger seat asking 
the obligatory "Where to?"

There were 7 of them all aged late teens to early 20's 
at a guess cackling and squawking away, all dressed in 
a common theme. All dressed as Cowgirls... a mixture of 
denims, checked shirts, Fancy dress style Stetson hats 
and fake plastic pistols. One too many Alcopops or 
cocktails had gone to all their heads.

A dark skinned girl with straight black hair crouched 
down level with my window; I noticed she had striking 
blue eyes. Aiming a pistol in my face, "Pertchoo" she 
mimicked the sound of the gun.

"Thanks for stopping" she said in a dreamy voice "My 
friend's had a bit too much to drink and needs to go 
home, can you take her to the Windsor Estate. Please" 
she raised her eyebrows seductively.

Great, I thought a heavily intoxicated girl to one of 
the least savoury parts of town. Visions of cleaning 
sick from my car at the least ran through my mind, I 
was about to refuse when on unsteady feet two of the 
other Cowgirls led my fare to the back door. Brown hair 
to cut straight at the shoulder, she was of slim build. 

She wore a white and red checked shirt unbuttoned and 
tied in a knot above her midriff over a deep red bra 
that covered ample if slightly small breasts. A wide 
tan brown belt over a short light denim mini skirt, 
uncovered legs were shapely and accentuated by the same 
colour tan cowboy boots. Over her hands in front of her 
she carried a denim jacket. Had she not been heavily 
intoxicated she could have been very attractive.

"Ok," I found myself nodding in agreement, not even 
myself sure why, as the back door of the cab was pulled 
open and she was dropped heavily into the back seat, 
immediately she fell flat on her back as another friend 
swung her legs into the back seat. 

"You'll be alright Nikki," one of them assured her as 
she was sat upright on the back seat.

The dark skinned girl who'd stood granting me a 
fantastic view of her breasts profile, supported by a 
black bra behind only a leather waistcoat, leaned back 
in through the window and passed me a twenty note. "15, 
Rosemount Ave on the Windsor Estate... keep an eye on 
her. This is for your trouble."

This girl seemed worldly and I also sensed keen to 
ditch her friend who'd become a burden, It was no more 
than a fiver to the Estate, she knew this, but could 
probably sense or anticipate my caution and wanted to 
get on with the rest of her night out.

"This is wrong," I heard one of them say. "Someone 
should go with her."

"She'll be fine," another countered, "it's only ten 
thirty. Why spoil a night out because she's had a bit 
too much, this always happens."

"Yeah but not tonight, we should have look..."

The back passenger door was shut from outside, the 
remainder of the conversation inaudible as a red haired 
girl leant now in through the passenger window. 
"Nikki...Nikki" my fare in the back stirred "We got ya 
a Taxi... you'll be fine luv." Turning to me chewing on 
gum she said, "Go on get going."

I revved the engine and made to pull away from the curb 
into the night traffic.

"Wait, wait, wait!" a hand frantically slapped from and 
along the side of the car, 'what now?' I thought

Through the still open window a long elegant arm 
reached in and then the face of the dark skinned girl 
reappeared. She giggled as she looked back at her 
friend slumped their. "You'll probably need this."

Holding out my hand she dropped a small silver key into 
the palm of my hand. Confused I placed it into the 
dashboard storage compartment. I looked up to question 
her but she was gone, laughing and joking as she 
tottered along the pavement to join the other 5 who 
were already making their way to the nearest bar on 
'Neville Street'. I admired her form longingly, in the 
rear view mirror until she was lost from sight. She was 
wearing only the waistcoat over a short black denim 
mini skirt and long light brown legs were accentuated 
by strappy high heels.

Ignoring primeval urges and pulling back into the main 
street traffic just ahead of another taxi I made my way 
out of the City and on to the Dual Carriage way that 
provided the quickest access to the Windsor Estate.

Ever conscious of my drunken ride I kept an eye on her 
and flicked on the rear passenger light. She was 
attractive, even with her eyes closed beneath a 
straight cut fringe I could see that, lightly made up 
she had a delicate narrow nose and small thin mouth. 
Her face was slim and angular. A long neck gave way to 
a slim frame, her breasts weren't large but would I 
guess be sufficient if freed of her clothing. I could 
see no more of her as the jacket still draped over her 
arms lay across her legs now also.

She stirred as I pulled off the dual carriageway and we 
made our way around a round-a-bout

"What...where..." She stammered.

"It's alright," I said. "I'm taking you home".

Alert her eyes sprung open, they were deep and dark in 
colour.

"Where'shh my friendsh," she panicked her words slurred 
by the alcohol she'd consumed. "Amber? Denise?" 

"They are still up town," I replied. "You were too 
drunk so they sent you home."

"I wanna go back," she demanded flopping her head back 
on the head rest and groaning "you must take me back.

"Is that such a good idea," I said hitting the 
indicator to turn left. "We are practically home now."

Pulling the car into the entrance for the Windsor 
Estate I scanned my eyes over the run down looking 
residences, built 50 years ago little had changed since 
in appearance at least, to say that the area was run 
down could actually be paying it a compliment. I rarely 
and less so since my mugging, took fares to or from 
here.

"I hate them... I hate them all they alwaysssh do this 
alwaysssh," she slurred. "Espeshially tonight."

"What's tonight?" I enquired.

"It'shh my Hen Night... I'm getting married nexsthh 
week."

In that split second only my heart actually went out to 
her. Poor cow ditched on her big night out. Taking a 
left I drove along the row of houses labeled 'Rosemount 
Avenue'. Number 15 was a bungalow on the right hand 
side, accessed by a path through an uncared for garden. 
I parked up, leaving the engine running.

"At least they paid your cab," I quipped. She did not 
respond.

Reaching over to the door release she pulled at the 
handle with both hands. "What tha..." she spoke 
confused and exasperated. Her jacket had slid up her 
arms as she reached exposing her forearms for the first 
time it was apparent that both her wrists were bound by 
handcuffs.

Without thinking I reached into the tray on the 
dashboard took the key I'd been handed and slid it into 
my rear pocket. Hunger burned within me

"Oh dear," I mocked. "Seems to me they've left you in a 
predicament."

"Shit!" she said. "They put theesh on me in that 80's 
bar." She managed to push the rear door open with her 
booted left foot.

"Steady," I said unhappy at her robust approach to 
exiting my cab. "Let me help you."

Switching off the engine I jumped out of the front seat 
and hurried to the rear left door, she'd swung both her 
legs around and out now and taking her left elbow I 
aided her to her unsteady feet.

Looking up at me embarrassed by her predicament and 
drunkenness she spoke gently still slurred, "Thankssh 
you."

"Will you be alright?" I asked

"Gesh sho," she fumbled for her jacket but was unable 
to move it with her bound wrists. "Can you get my 
Keysss for meee." 

Taking her jacket from her I searched her pocket and 
found a set of door keys handing her jacket to her left 
bound wrist and the keys to her right. "Thankssh 
again," she said as she stumbled past me up the path to 
the front door. 

I watched in amusement, casting my eye up her booted 
legs and onto her firm ass obscured by the short mini 
skirt. As she made it to the front door I was almost 
amazed that she had the cohesion to turn the key in the 
lock, removing the key she pulled down on the door 
handle and then fell face first through the doorway 
into the hallway beyond. 

Locking the car I made my way up the front path, not 
bothering to put on my jacket, I wore a T-shirt, Jeans 
and trainers.

As I picked her up off the floor I reminisced that it 
had been 3 months since I'd last followed a fare into 
their house. Strictly speaking I hadn't followed that 
night. My mind raced at the memory of that intrusion at 
Belgravia Road, an intrusion in more ways than one. 
Three months with no ramifications however.

Her skirt had ridden up as she lay there crumpled on 
the floor and I could see that she wore plain white 
panties under her skirt. Although not the most erotic 
of visions I felt my pulse quicken, the groin stir. 
Fighting the urge to close the front door and take her 
here I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her 
to her feet. She giggled and leant up against me head 
on my chest; stood to her full height I guess she would 
not have been any taller than my shoulders.

"OK?" I asked. She nodded yes.

Looking down the bungalow hallway I could see it was 
small and badly and untastefully decorated, there 
weren't many possessions of note. There were only 3 
rooms at the far end a kitchen diner, to our immediate 
left behind a closed door was a living room I guessed 
as to open to my left I could see through a doorway lit 
by a glowing bed side lamp, a double bed which must 
have been en suit.

I led her one foot tripping over the other to the 
Kitchen and switched on the lights this could be so 
easy, a fluorescent strip bulb lit a light green room, 
oven, sink, fridge freezer and dining table with 4 
chairs around it, a back door on the far wall. As the 
light starkly illuminated the room she raised her still 
bound hands to her eyes shielding them against the 
brightness. I propped her against the wall.

I flicked on the kettle turning to face her, "Coffee?" 
I offered knowing I had no intension of sobering her up 
as I stared at her.

Taking her in as whole for the first time under the 
harsh bright light I ran my eyes over all of her. She 
was attractive, that I'd concluded in the taxi, her 
body was slim but not petite her curves average... no 
different to a hundred girls you pass each day I 
pondered, she had long delicate arms that were shackled 
in front of her slim, but not toned, midriff exposed by 
the knot and the fashion in which her shirt was tied. 
Her legs were shapely and fairly long enhanced by that 
mini skirt and those cowboy boots they were easily her 
best feature.

I imagined running my hands up her legs under that 
short skirt towards what was beneath.

"You're naughty," she almost giggled.

Had she seen me, even through her drunken haze seen how 
I'd mentally undressed her.

"You're very naughty," she continued. "You shouldn't be 
here... I'm about to get married."

"Only helping" I said looking toward her. "Where's your 
bloke then, someone to look after you?"

"He's... in," she thought momentarily confused. "He's 
in Amshertedam on hish shag weekend..."

I smiled, amused at her innocent slip of language as 
she struggled to make sense. I smiled also anticipating 
no further interruptions, ditched by her friends her 
partner miles from home I had her to myself.

Then she made to walk towards me but tripped over her 
own feet and lurched forward, acting quickly I caught 
her by the waist as her bound hands grasped at thin 
air, to stop herself. She crashed into my arms and I 
stumbled with her eventually turning her and pressing 
her against and perching her ass on the kitchen work 
surface to support her.

Her legs parted I stood between them pressed against 
her, my cock bulged in my jeans pressed up to her. She 
breathed deeply, drink heavy on her breath I could now 
smell by our close proximity. Looking up through heavy 
drunken eyes she purred, "My hero." 

I grinned and made to push her away. As I did she 
pulled her bound wrists up and hooked them over my head 
onto the back of my neck. She pulled her mouth to my 
ear and standing on tip toe whispered, "I think I need 
my bed."

What was this, an innocent drunken act without 
thinking, a misguided thought process, or a blatant 
invitation? 

My head swam as I contemplated my next move, my dick 
started to swell as she leaned pressed against me. 
Whatever it was how could I not oblige?

Unhooking her wrists from my neck I turned her and 
leading her by the arm I walked her back down the 
hallway and into the bedroom. The bedroom was as 
cheaply decorated as the rest of the house that I'd 
seen, white and grey with poor quality furniture. The 
bed with a metal frame head board sported an at least 
matching white and grey duvet and white pillows. I 
dropped her down onto the bed and she stretched out 
over the bed her bound wrist level with her face as she 
turned away from me.

I stood there and watched still fully dressed she drew 
her knees up to her waist. Through the intoxicating 
effect of the excess drink coursing through her she 
slept unconsciously almost within a matter of minutes.

Knowing I could leave at any time, knowing I should 
leave fighting my conscience I paced lightly around the 
bed, sensing deep down what I knew I was about to do. I 
walked to the bedroom door, my eyes not leaving her 
body curled up on the bed. Reaching out to the door I 
closed it shut. There on the back of the door protected 
under a layer of plastic film was her Wedding Dress, 
little detail was visible but I could see it was pure 
white. Reaching down to the bed side table as she 
rolled over to face toward me I clicked the lamp off 
and plunged the room into darkness.

She sighed yet remained motionless; I could still make 
her out by the light of the room that poured through 
open curtains an almost orange tint to everything from 
the street lights beyond. 

I opened the top draw of a chest of draws and rummaging 
found quickly what I needed. I removed a pair of thick 
black tights – perfect. Standing over the bed I tore 
the legs apart of each tight through the gusset. I 
placed one leg into my back pocket. 

I knelt up onto the left side of the bed which she did 
not occupy. Leaning over her I took her handcuffed 
wrists and stretched them up over her head, she did not 
stir. I rolled her onto her back and knelt either side 
of her body. Pulling her arms up above her head I tied 
one end of the leg of the tights to the cuffs which 
restrained her wrists. I then reached up and secured 
the loose end to the metal framed head board. Pulling 
the knot I made it as tight as I could.

With all haste I dismounted the bed and stood at the 
end of the bed admiring my capture. Taking the 
remaining leg of the tights from my back pocket I 
pulled the leg down over my face, an old fashioned 
disguise but more than adequate by the dull light of 
the room should she wake. Reaching up by the ankle I 
took her right cowboy boot and slid her across the bed. 
Still unconscious from the alcohol I pulled her left 
and right legs apart.

Then sitting down next to her on the left hand side of 
the bed I reached across and placed my left hand just 
above her right knee and placed my right hand similarly 
on her left leg. Simultaneously I ran my hands over the 
soft skin of the tops of her legs. 

I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs, my 
hands pushing further up her thighs to the hem of her 
denim skirt, I pushed them both under the skirt and up 
to the white pants viewed earlier that protected her 
modesty. Sliding my hands over her lifeless legs I 
pulled at the waist band of her underwear and eased 
them gently down over her shapely ass and then past her 
thighs and her knees.

I struggled to pull them over the boots she wore but 
wanted to keep them, the boots that is, on her. As the 
elastic finally gave over the heel of her boots I 
finally removed her pants and flung them to the floor.

My dick ached to be released. Deftly my hands pushed 
back up under skirt this time pushing it high up off 
her thighs and onto her waist, as well as out from 
under her ass. It now rested as a creased belt pulled 
around her waist her unshaven, but by no means unruly, 
hairy entrance faced me, invited me.

Reaching down I unzipped my fly and released my now 
rock hard member from my boxer shorts. Still she 
remained unmoving her exposed cleavage and the tops of 
her breasts visible from that dark red bra rose and 
fell as she breathed heavy with false alcohol induced 
sleep. Lowering my body onto hers reaching below me I 
positioned myself to enter her. 

I pulled at the knot that tied her checked shirt at her 
midriff and let it fall to her sides, reaching up I 
cupped and caressed at her breasts through the bra, 
then as I positioned my cock right up against her with 
my hips I pulled down the cups of her bra to reveal her 
perk little tits, I toyed and pulled at them as my cock 
pushed partially into her at the same time.

She groaned in her sleep, leaving her tits I placed my 
hands on her hips to leverage my entry, hands pressing 
on her hips over the pulled up skirt and belt she still 
wore, gaining entry was difficult, her entrance so 
tight. 

Dismounting partially I pulled up the tight leg mask I 
wore and spat into my right palm and rubbed saliva over 
the tip and down the shaft of my engorged cock that was 
begging to enter her. I reached down and pulled her 
legs up and apart bending them at the knee as they 
butter-flied open.

Lying back on top of her I placed 2 fingers into her 
and spread her lips as repositioning my cock I pressed 
hard against her and began to work my member into her, 
with gentle penetrative thrusts.

Eventually after intense pressure I felt my cock work 
into her opening and I sunk the whole of my length and 
girth into her tight opening with the next rhythmic 
thrusts.

Even with her legs parted as wide as I'd positioned 
them she felt so tight as I began sliding in and out of 
her my chest pressed down on her my arms slipped up to 
grab the top of the mattress to impale her as much as I 
could onto me.

She wasn't naturally lubricated I accepted but she felt 
so restrictive, so tight pulled around my large cock. 
She fitted snug and new and that's when it crossed my 
mind.

She could be no more than 20, was it possible, even in 
the depths of the hell like Windsor Estate that she was 
unused, had never taken a man fully in her. She was 
young to be getting married, though most her age on 
this estate had kids of their own, virginity lost after 
a bottle of cider up the recreation ground. Surely 
no...surely she had not been saving herself.

Waist deep in her though I quickened my pace, spurred 
on and senses heightened by my thoughts and her 
undeniable physical tightness. Thrusting now 
penetrating deeper and deeper into her. Lifeless as she 
lay there I slid my hands under her back and down to 
grab at the waist band of her skirt bunched at her 
lower back.

Finding purchase with the belt she wore I pulled my 
neck and head over her shoulder and buried my head into 
the nape of her neck. Pulling her into me by the 
waistband I soon made satisfactory purchase and 
controlled her body as I thrust and impaled deep into 
her.

Realising nothing would be gained by prolonging my 
style. The lack of interaction from her flaccid body 
not helping my cause I quickened my pace my hips 
slapping down on her, my dick rubbing deep and tight 
against her entrance, locked almost tight around me.

Several minutes passed, continually coaxed by the 
confines of her tight inner passage I felt my seed 
begin to rise. Taking my hands from under her I reached 
out and took the head board either side of where the 
tights bound her handcuffed wrists. Her whole body 
rocked backwards and forwards under my momentum, the 
perfect little breasts bounced back and forth also. I 
watched them as I looked down her body lay out under 
me, legs spread unwittingly under my weight.

Looking back up her I noticed her tits once more and 
then taking in her shoulders and neck my eyes scanned 
her face, that delicate mouth closed shut. I looked 
then to her eyes. 

Eyes wide open. Deep, dark and wide open and staring 
into the ceiling past me, past me and the improvised 
mask I wore, a tear ran down the side of her face. I 
felt my balls begin to tighten her stare nearly broke 
my stride but every sense in my body urged to continue. 
I thrust 2 or 3 more times deep into her now loosening 
crack grabbing the head board I felt my cock quiver as 
pre cum seeped from it.

I felt my girth widen as cum flooded my tubes; ready to 
cascade into her nubile opening. Awake she would feel 
the warmth this explosion would cause in her. I felt my 
cock twitch I pulled my shoulders and head back away 
from her arching my back to sink as deep into her as I 
could.

In an explosion I felt my load spray into her, looking 
down she didn't flinch amazed what was happening, 
amazed and fearful. I convulsed again and shot another 
load into her each drop I ejaculated swam deep into 
her. 

I dropped down onto her and pushed myself away, 
involuntarily her tightness engulfed my swollen cock 
and it was with a degree of difficulty that I pulled 
myself out of her.

Standing I pulled my jeans from my hips back onto my 
waist stowing my cock back in my boxers, below the 
mask, sweat caked my forehead. Taking the key I 
released her wrists from the handcuffs, there was only 
the briefest outline where they had been bound to her 
since I'd met her.

I untied them from the head board and with the leg of 
the tights still attached I stuffed them into my pocket 
with the key. I brought her arms down to her sides, she 
still stared upwards motionless the only movement was 
that of her exposed chest as her breath heavy in her 
lungs it rose and fell.

I opened the bedroom door, hung there the hem of the 
wedding dress dragged across the floor as I did so. Not 
even looking back I entered the hallway and made with 
pace for the front door my own breath heavy in my lungs 
from my exertion. 

Before leaving I pulled the leg of the tights from my 
face. I exited and pulling the door to behind me 
checked the street I unlocked my car from her doorway 
and swiftly against the chill of the night made my way 
to the Taxi. On the other side of the Estate I could 
hear an intruder alarm as I climbed into the car and 
shut the door behind me.

Driving away at a steady pace I saw another car swing 
into the pavement I had just vacated. I drove to the 
end of Rosemount Avenue and turned around halfway back 
to hers I passed another Taxi. Passing Nikki's house I 
shielded my face to avoid being spotted, 2 of her 
friends from earlier had returned. No doubt concern had 
got the better of them, concern at what could happen to 
their friend – too late. I could see them slapping 
hands on the door in an attempt to be heard.

'That was too close,' I thought as I drove away. 

I took my mobile phone from the dash and speed dialed 
number 5 a familiar voice answered.

"How do?"

"Very well Frank, very well," I replied. "Listen I've 
been thinking about your proposition and I'm in. We'll 
need to look at the legal side of things and draw up 
contracts but it could be just the opening I'm looking 
for at the moment."

Frank and I talked as I drove back into town, it was 
reasonably early, there were still plenty of Fare's to 
be had. We talked about his plans to which he welcomed 
my investment before we wandered off topic onto sport 
and TV.

Pulling my car up in a back street behind 'Neville 
Street' the main bar and club area I turned off the 
engine and wished Frank goodbye.

Deciding to grab a coffee, on getting out of the car in 
a darkened doorway I could hear the unmistakable sounds 
of sex. Peering into the gloom I could see a tall well 
built white male in a white shirt and dark trousers 
pressing his conquest forcefully but freely up against 
a fire escape door, her exposed legs wrapped around 
his. She was close to climax and soon squealed in 
delight. 

He dropped her delicately to the floor and she stepped 
into the dim light of the back street pulling her skirt 
down as she did, buttoning her leather waistcoat.

"Sorry," I said finding myself inadvertently stumbling 
on their public display. He gave me a knowing look as 
if to say 'Did you see how I just nailed her?'

She flushed embarrassed and possibly even more so as 
she tried to place me, as a look of recognition flashed 
across her well defined dark skinned face.

END

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