Taxi Driver

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Club goer stiffs the taxi driver.
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Ashson
Ashson
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I was at a nightclub with my boyfriend, Brandon, and he'd had a few too many. He was being surly and argumentative, not just with me but with everyone. He was looking for a fight and from some of the looks he was getting he was going to find one. A couple of the bouncers were heading our way as well.

I left. The bouncers would probably chuck him out the side door. They didn't like commotions out the front as they could disturb potential customers. Accordingly, I vacated the premises by the front entrance, leaving Brandon to his fate.

Now I had a problem - namely, how to get home? I only had a few dollars on me. Enough for public transport but I was disinclined to try my luck that way. A taxi was a better bet.

Now it's silly to catch a taxi with no money but if you look sober and respectable they generally don't ask you to prepay. Once in a taxi I'd get him to deliver me to an address near my place and then ditch the driver when we arrived.

I was in luck. A taxi pulled up right in front of me to let a couple of people out. I promptly slipped in, looking very demure and lady-like. I gave him the address I wanted and settled back comfortably, radiating confidence that my slightest wish would be obeyed. He hesitated for a moment, shrugged, and drove off.

As we neared my getaway address I opened my purse then made a tut-tut sound.

"Excuse me, driver," I said, smiling brightly, "I seem to be short of cash. I assume that you can handle a credit card? I should have checked earlier, I know."

"Credit cards are no problems, miss," he replied, seeming relieved.

As we approached the required address I told him to pull up the drive, fishing around in my purse while talking. He did as ordered and I was out of the car in a flash, bending over to talk to him.

"I seem to have left my credit card at home," I told him. "Just wait here while I run inside."

He wouldn't, of course. At the very least he'd get out of the car ready to chase me if it looked like I was doing a runner. I ran up the couple of steps to the front veranda and walked towards the front door, which the driver could plainly see. Then he couldn't see anything at all as the veranda light came on as did the security spotlight that shone down the driveway. All he'd see was that bright light.

That was my cue to dart sidewards and around the house. Once in the backyard I'd be over a fence and gone. Even if he came looking he wouldn't know what fence I'd gone over. Bye-bye taxi driver.

The bastard was standing in the back yard waiting for me, wasn't he? He must have run around to the back as soon as the flood-light snapped on and he moved faster than me. I came haring down the side and damn near crashed into him. I applied the brakes and finished up facing him, so close my breasts were poking him in the chest. Before I could take any evasive action he had a hold of my arm.

"Tell me, do you want me to drive to the local Police Station and press formal charges or should I drive to an ATM so you can get some cash? If you don't have your credit card with you, you'll be delighted to know that ATM's allow card-less withdrawals. I'm sure a young lady like you knows all about that sort of thing."

He escorted me back to the taxi and put me in it. The untrusting sod then did that double lock trick so I couldn't unlock the door from the inside while he went around to the driver's door. I thought that when he got in I might have a chance but would you believe he actually used the key to manually unlock the driver's door. All the other doors stayed firmly locked.

Swearing under my breath I told him where the nearest ATM was. I had enough to cover the fare, I just hadn't wanted to. We reached the ATM and I flounced out of the car and over to the machine.

Declined. The damned machine declined my withdrawal. I tried again with the same result, then I typed in a request for a balance. Five lousy dollars. There should have been a hundred and five. I knew straight away what had happened. Bloody Brandon had dipped into my account. No wonder he had money to take us out tonight when I thought he was broke.

Oh, hell. I now had another problem. What did I tell the driver? It didn't really matter, I realised. He wasn't going to believe me no matter what I said.

So I explained to the driver that my boyfriend had raided my account and he believed me. Yeah, like that was going to happen. He laughed in my face.

"I think our next stop will be the police station," he said. "I will need to press formal charges."

"FUCK YOU!" was my simple reply to this.

The bastard smirked at me.

"An interesting idea," he said. "I wouldn't have suggested it myself but seeing you have, I noticed that there's a park opposite where you wanted to be dropped off. It's a nice warm night. We can stop at the park and I can get fucked as payment."

"Are you out of your tiny mind?" I demanded.

"Hey," he said, spreading his hands, "you suggested it. I'm just agreeing. So, park or police?"

I glowered at him, absolutely furious. He was serious about this. Did he really think I'd fuck him for the taxi fare? Ah, not for the fare, a little voice chided me. It's to not get arrested. If I'm with him at the police station when he presses the charges they may even lock me up over-night.

"Double fuck you," I said quietly. "We'll go to the park."

"Once will be enough," he told me, ushering me back into the taxi. We drove off. I sat there in sullen silence while he talked animatedly on the radio.

We got to the park and the driver ushered me out of the car and deeper into the park where we could be private. I didn't get a chance to give him the slip and I was so fucked. Well, I was going to be anyway. I hoped he had some idea of what he was doing. Some men don't, you know.

When we were reasonably private he told me to lose my panties. At least, he wasn't asking me to completely strip. Once I took off my panties things went a little hinky. I mean, if a man is going to fuck you, you expect him to want you flat on your back or on your front, or something similar. My friendly driver demanded that I lie on my side.

OK. I have to admit that this was a new one to me. As soon as I was lying on my side he lifted my leg up high and sat down on my other leg, straddling me. This also meant that I was completely exposed to him and all he had to do was move a little closer. This he did, sliding straight into me.

Fortunately, I'd known what was coming and my body had reacted to that knowledge to a certain extent. However, because he'd arranged to take me sort of sidewards I couldn't respond to what he was doing. I mean, I couldn't push forward to meet him, not could I pull back away from him. I'd never had reason to learn how to move sideways when getting screwed.

He seemed quite content. He started rocking back and forth, his cock plunging smoothly in, but I was stuck in an unmoving position. It would seem he liked to display complete mastery over his woman, relegating her to an extra. He was in control and letting me know it.

I now found other disadvantages to this position. Even while he was thrusting away with gay abandon he was reaching for the top of my dress, pulling it down so he could fondle my breasts. OK. That was to be expected and I didn't really mind. I like having my breasts fondled, and he was fondling them, not mauling them.

I have to say that with the cock work and the breast massage he was a considerate lover, and he was arousing me quite nicely. The trouble was the position and another disadvantage.

Because he was straddling me sidewards with the hand to my front fondling my breasts, the hand to my rear was free. I didn't worry about this until it landed hard on my bottom.

I'm like, "What the fuck?" and he starts to lecture me.

Apparently it's not nice to try to run out on hard-working drivers and I should be ashamed of myself. He emphasised every point he made with a spank to my bottom. This did not in any manner, shape, or form, distract him from his main duty of fucking me just as hard as he could.

I'd be trying to squirm away from his spanking only to find myself pinned by his cock thundering up my passage. Then I'd be distracted by my nipples being teased, his cock would strike again, and all of it would be followed up with another spank. The whole thing was absolutely crazy and there was abso-bloody-lutely nothing I could do about it.

Being crazy didn't stop it from being wild exciting. A taxi wasn't the only thing he knew how to drive. I strongly suspected that he orchestrated the spanking to match up with his driving cock, and I was becoming increasingly, let us say, agitated.

Not really being in a situation where I could scream my head off I was reduced to squeaks and squeals, gasps and soft curses, while my internal excitement went through the roof. I couldn't even do anything about geeing him up to get him into a final phase so I could climax. I just had to lie there and take it and it went on for ages, reducing me to a babbling fool.

He eventually gave a satisfied grunt and started banging in that little bit harder and I climaxed hard, doubly relieved because I'd climaxed and it was over and I could go home.

I had my panties back on and we were heading back to the road, him to his taxi and me to my home.

"Ah, why is there another taxi here," I asked, seeing one parked behind his.

"That would probably be because I let the boys know that I'd caught a runner at this address. He's probably come by to collect his dues, if you're the one that stiffed him."

Oh my god. I probably was. I'd pulled the same trick before, several times. I'd just have to try to bluff it out.

I was still trying to think of how best to pull off my bluff when I saw a third taxi approaching.

Ashson
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AnonymousAnonymousabout 8 years ago
bloody taxi-operators

I've met good taxi-drivers and then I've met really, really bad taxi-drivers (not by way of driving-skills) who deserve to get handed their own elixir.

I love that this was in the forced individual's voice again and 'chatty' at that.

Shot for crazy ending.

Evebroughtanaxthistime

AnonymousAnonymousabout 8 years ago
Loved it..

As always your story was fantastic

LordSlamdawggLordSlamdawggabout 8 years ago
She's goung to get rode hard for ride home

and put away sopping wet. Only another Ashson classic , where unprincipled vixen gets karma in unprecedented way.

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