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  Chapter 4

  Sometimes I considered ending it with him. Actually I considered it quite a lot but then I would get a text out of nowhere and I was back to where I started. I was like Pavlov’s dogs and I hated myself for it. I just didn’t seem to have the strength or the will to simply ignore him. I could get a new sim card I could block his number, I knew I could do all these things but I also knew that if I did, I would feel hollow, bereft, dead.

  I often wondered what I found so attractive about him as he was neither loving nor caring outside of our sex games however he had something about him which I found mesmerising. His voice was so measured and commanding yet with soft velvet tones and his dark brown eyes seem to twinkle even though it felt like they almost bore into my soul. I felt exposed and vulnerable under his steady gaze and yet safe and protected at the same time. If I’m honest, I would say that he almost scares me and yet I find him exciting, addictive, dangerous, sexy. But that was four months ago and I had gotten used to his strange commanding texts which always led to some strange but erotic sexual encounter. I had become a sex puppet, except, and I was almost ashamed to admit, I was loving it.

  So here he was again, after hearing nothing from him all week he expected me to have no plans for the evening or, if I did, drop everything for him and his sordid little sex games. Trouble was I didn’t like to admit it but I didn’t have anything planned just incase he did text and, even if I had made plans I would have shelved them faster than you could say boo in order to play his little sex games. I was hooked and I knew it.

  My thoughts were running wild as I battled my way through the drizzle and wind across the green and into the road where my lovely Victorian conversion stood. Taxi fun didn’t seem too unusual as I had already enjoyed many surreptitious trysts in the back of a London cab even before I met him, I think everyone has at some point haven’t they? I decided it couldn’t be that simple. The nightclub, the office, the park amongst others had all shown that it was never that simple so it must be something else. It was 5.45pm. I decided I had just enough time to grab a bite to eat and get ready. The phone beeped again. I felt a frisson of excitement in the pit of my stomach at what the new message might say. I reached my door and bundled myself in, immediately turning the light on so I could eagerly read the text.

  YOU WILL BE ALONE. YOU WILL ‘PLAY’IN THE BACK OF THE CAB. I WILL BE WATCHING.

  Ok, now this could be interesting. Why was he driving a cab? Where were we going? Where did he get the cab from? He had said he was a businessman not a cabbie, not that it made any difference if he was, but I was confused. Would people be able to see in? Why would he say he would be watching if he was there? All these thoughts rushed through my head but as they did I felt a warm tingling of excitement between my thighs in anticipation of another exciting evening ahead.

  I had already replied to say that I would be ready at 8pm when I wandered over to the bathroom to run a hot, steamy bath. All thoughts of food had gone having been replaced by images of how the evening may unfold. As I stepped into the hot scented water I was very excited at the prospect of the evening ahead. It was such a turn on to think that I could be lost in pleasuring myself and all the time unaware that I was being watched. The warm water lapped over my naked breasts and I felt tingles all over my body however it wasn’t the bubbles in the bath.

  By 8pm that evening I was ready and had formed a plan. I had carefully chosen what to wear for full effect and was just applying yet another coat of lip gloss when the sound of a car horn alerted me that it was show time. I peeked out of the door to see that it was indeed my cab so I grabbed my coat and hurried down the short path to the waiting cab. The driver had his window open despite the fact that it was still drizzling and I could see clearly that he was an older although not unattractive man but definitely was not MY man. So, that answers that question I thought to myself however as I climbed in the back of the cab and closed the door behind me I sat back against the seat only to be sitting directly opposite the man himself.

  Chapter 5

  I took a second to gather my thoughts. He was sitting there so calmly, so still and quiet but with that smile that melted my bones to pulp. ‘So’ I said a little bit too shrill ‘where are we headed?’ ‘Thurrock airfield’ he replied simply like it made perfect sense. I tilted my head to one side in a quizzical look ‘because….?’ I prompted, ‘because that’s the best place to go’ and I had to be satisfied with that.

  I was annoyed with him and his arrogance so I turned my attention to the driver in front. The glass partition was closed but the curtain was open. My man was sitting in the little pull down chair directly behind the front passenger seat so the driver had a clear view of me in the rear view mirror. My eyes darted to my man and he confirmed my thoughts with a grin and a nod. My stomach churned momentarily, not with any fear but pure excitement. My annoyance was immediately forgotten and replaced with anticipation at the events to come. I didn’t get a proper look at the driver but I knew he was meant to watch me ‘playing’ in front of my ‘boyfriend’. He was older, a stranger but that only made it more enticing. I wondered if he knew what I was about to do, if he was a part of the game, how would he react, how would I want him to react, more to the point. I knew I would be physically safe but the whole thing had that edge of danger about it, sex whilst a complete stranger watched was a new addition to my growing sexual repertoire and that only made it all the more exciting.

  Neither of us spoke during the journey. It would have been pointless anyway as my mind was busy running through the evening ahead. I wondered if both he and the driver could handle a little titillation on the way or should I wait until we arrived at our destination. I decided on the former as it was to be a fairly long drive and I was already excited to get started. The question was, would the driver notice what I was up to and draw the curtain or not?

  A small reading light had been clipped to the back seat of the cab and I decided that this would be a great way to give my audience a wonderful view so I leaned over and flicked the little switch. I was instantly bathed in a soft warm glow and out of the corner of my eye I caught a movement in the front of the cab. The driver was adjusting his mirror a little bit and I smiled to myself. ‘Oh I’ll give you a better view alright’, however still, my ‘boyfriend’ sat in the shadows quietly watching.

  I delved into my handbag to see what I could use as a ‘prop’ and quietly gave thanks for the fact that I still had not cleared out about six months of accumulated crap. I found a thin paperback, worn but useable in one of the pockets and feigned interest in its content , noisily flicking through each page until I reached the end and dropped it down on the seat beside me. I sat forward and took off my coat to reveal the fairly demure skirt and blouse I had chosen to wear that evening and laid it on the seat beside me. I turned to retrieve the dog-eared little paperback and as I pretended to read I held the book open with one hand and shifted my position so that I could cross my legs. As I did so my wrap over skirt opened to reveal the top of my stockings and the bare soft flesh above however I didn’t make any move to adjust it.

  I noticed that the taxi had slowed down slightly.

  I sat there with my thigh revealed for a few minutes, willing the miles along in my mind. I so wanted to tease the driver but obviously I didn’t want to cause an accident, so I had to be cautious. Whilst still pretending to read my book, I made a great show of becoming warm. I used the book to fan my face and neck arching my head back to reveal my impressive décolletage. I had chosen a sheer blouse but decided against wearing a bra and as I arched my back my breasts strained against the soft sheer material and my deep pink nipples became engorged and erect. I couldn’t help but raise my own hand to feel the silky bump where my nipple protruded, my long nails trailing around the areola and the heavy curve of my full breast. I knew that my man in the shadows was watching and possibly the driver too and the thought of it made my own excitement build. I could feel my clitoris begin to tingle and swell so I uncros
sed my legs and left them slightly open so that I could feel the cool air move up my inner thighs and cool the damp patch which was beginning to spread between my legs. I was unsure if the driver could see clearly between my parted thighs but I know that my man in the shadows could however I had decided to ignore him and concentrate on giving the driver all my attention and when I noticed the passing road signs which indicated we were nearing our destination the thrill only made my panties wetter.

  Chapter 6

  I watched out of window as we entered the airfield. I was still absent mindedly caressing my breast as I was simply enjoying the feel of my own light and teasing touch. There was such an expanse of space and no-one around that I could see so I decided that I could really let go and enjoy myself. The car slowed to a crawl and I took this as my cue. I fanned myself again with my book and sighed loudly as I undid another button on my blouse. I waved it back and forth as if I were still hot with my back arched and my breasts jutting out, begging to be caressed. I knew that anyone looking would have a complete view of my pert, full breasts in all their glory, free from restraint and just waiting to be cupped and sucked. I know my driver was thinking the same as I caught him lick his lips in the rear view mirror although I made sure I looked like I was totally unaware and engrossed in my own pleasure. I leaned back against the seat and dropped my head back, my blouse fell open on one side and totally exposed my left breast and I automatically reached up to cup and caress it, encircling the nipple with my thumb whilst I squeezed the soft fleshy mound. I slipped my right hand through the waistband of my open skirt down between my slightly parted legs and slowly rubbed my hardening nub through the silky material of my underwear. The taxi had come to a complete stop now and I knew that the driver had nothing else to concentrate on but me. I could see his eyes watching me in the rear view mirror and I wondered if his member was hard yet but just incase he needed more I decided to give it to him.

  I let out a genuine murmur of appreciation and lost myself in the pleasure that only I know how to give but I wanted the driver to get a great view of all the slippery action so I parted my legs fully and my wrap over skirt opened to reveal my entire lower half. The lace tops of my stockings bit into the bare flesh of my inner thighs and the warm wet patch of my earlier pleasure could be seen clearly glistening in the artificial light. I snaked a forefinger across the front of my silky thong and pulled it to the side revealing my smooth pussy lips which had parted due to the sheer size my deep red throbbing clit had grown to. Even though I was aching to masturbate, to rub my fingers furiously up and down my hot wet clit I made myself wait for the benefit of my audience. I caressed each smooth pussy lip slowly and felt my own breathing become faster and shallower. I slid my finger deep inside me and pumped in and out in a rhythmical movement whilst the heel of my hand acted as a pivot against my pubic bone. One finger was not enough and I soon had two fingers moving in and out whilst my thumb flicked back and forth over my slippery clitoris. I strained my pelvis up to receive the full thrust of my own hand and I jerked involuntarily with every movement of my thumb. I needed more space to relax completely so I manoeuvred myself so that I could raise my right leg to place it on the top of the seat beside me. Now I had easy access to play with myself. I noticed that the rear view mirror was adjusted to that the viewer could get a better look but I didn’t pay too much attention as I was so self absorbed in my pursuit of self pleasuring. My hand slithered back into my now sodden thong and I slowly rubbed my nub, licking my lips and moaning gently. I slid my hand in further and held my thong aside with my wrist so that I had clear access (and my watchers had a clear view) then I continued to stroke and rub myself with my thumb and hold my outer lips open with two fingers. I felt so turned on that rubbing simply wasn’t enough. My middle finger slid in and out of me and as my finger slid out you could see my wetness glistening on it. I drew my hand up to my mouth and sucked with delight for a moment before quickly returning it to continue probing my soft wet pussy.

  I was so lost in the moment I almost didn’t hear the tapping sound. I opened my eyes to see my man tapping on the partition to get the attention of the driver. The glass slid open and there was a murmuring of low voices which I couldn’t quite make out over the hum of the engine but the engine was cut and I heard a car door slamming. All of a sudden there was an attractive and very aroused man standing in the open back door of the cab. My hand stopped moving, unsure of myself for a moment. He looked at me with obvious lust and entered the small space closing the door behind him. He knelt on the floor of the cab, in front of my parted legs and bent forward to gently kiss my sticky wet finger which was still halfway inside me and as I began to slide it out he sucked hungrily, enjoying the taste of my juices. I clasped the back of his head and guided his lips back to my wet pussy lips and as he clamped his mouth around my aching clitoris and sucked hard I ground my pelvis up and down heading fast towards the crescendo of my own lust. I looked down at the top of his head buried deep between my thighs and I marvelled at the fact that this was a complete stranger and I was allowing, no, encouraging, him to suck my clitoris and dart his tongue in and out of my hot wet hole. He wasn’t about to let me reach the point of no return quite so fast and I felt completely bereft as he pulled away from sucking my throbbing nub to slide two powerful fingers up inside me. There I was, impaled on his big strong fingers moaning and pleading with him to fuck me hard , and I really wanted it bad. I wiggled and rubbed myself up and down his huge fingers like a dog on heat just aching to reach the pinnacle of my desire when he pulled away and knelt up to unbuckle his trousers and reveal his hard, solid member. ‘mmm’ I said smiling, ‘is that for me?’ and I reached forward to clasp my hand around his hard shaft but he grabbed my wrist and in a single move he had sat up on the seat and pulled me onto his lap facing forward. I shifted my position so that I was kneeling astride him and undid the single button on my skirt so that it fell away from me. My suspender belt , stockings and tiny wet thong were revealed with only the gaping sheer blouse to cover any modesty. He slapped the cheek of my bottom twice and roughly pulled my thong aside ‘you dirty bitch’ he said in a deep throaty rumble ‘wanna be fucked, do you? Look at you, you dirty, little bitch’ and with each word he stretched and squeezed my bottom cheeks adding a stinging slap here and there for good measure. I was gasping with pleasure at this new turn of events and instinctively fell forwards so my hands were on the floor and my bottom raised high in the air. My cheeks were spread wide apart revealing my twitching tight asshole and slippery wet pussy ‘oh, like a slap or two do you, bitch?’ ‘let’s see if you like this’ and with that he plunged one finger into my anus and his thumb into my pussy at the same time, I cried out with pleasure at the feeling of being completely filled and involuntarily panted like a dog as he used a pincer movement with his finger and thumb inside me squeezing and pinching the soft membranes inside. His free hand grabbed a handful of my long hair and pulled my head up so that my man still watching in the corner could see my face ‘see, this dirty bitch likes that. Stick your cock in her mouth, might shut her up’ he laughed as he continued to fuck my pussy with his thumb and my anus with his finger. My man in the shadows shifted his position in his seat but stayed silent and I let out a throaty groan as I felt the waves of my orgasm build. ‘Think that feels good? Wait till you get my cock inside you, bitch’ and with that he pulled out his finger and thumb and grabbed both hips and sat me firmly, square onto his bulging shaft.

  I was perched astride him, my legs spread wide to take him entirely. He thrust his hips up and down to pump deep and hard and his hands clamped over my breasts, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh in the same rhythm as his thrusting. My man watching in the corner obviously wanted in at this point and he stretched forward without leaving his seat to hold my pussy lips open with one hand to begin strumming my clitoris with the other. I was in ecstasy. I felt hands all over me and every orifice was being pleasured with a thrusting, pumping or strumming motion, I cried out like an a
nimal not wanting this to end but I knew I was reaching my peak and couldn’t hold the tide back any longer. My orgasm came fast and intense. I felt the white hot fire building before exploding inside me causing involuntary convulsions all over my body. I was out of control and my body was writhing in wanton lust. I could feel my vagina muscles tighten and contract against the throbbing penis inside me, my hips jerked and thrust to grind down and take every last inch of him and I felt wet, so very wet. My man was still strumming my slippery clitoris furiously, watching intently as my pink flower throbbed and contracted with my orgasm when I felt a new and dizzying sense of release. I started to squirt. I couldn’t stop! I tensed my pelvic muscles as you would to stop peeing but I continued to gush the thin milky liquid of my orgasm. It spurted and ran down into the base of my driver’s shaft covering the fine hair on his tight balls and making wet slapping noises as my bottom made contact with his skin. I threw my head back and closed my eyes to savour this feeling of intense pleasure as I expected my orgasm to subside but it didn’t.

  For what seemed like forever I rode my driver’s swollen member, even guiding my man’s hand faster and faster over my burning clitoris. I could feel my hot sticky juices run between the cheeks of my bottom and all over my inner thighs and this just heightened my ferocious desire further. ‘I wanna cum in her arse’ the driver announced and he stopped thrusting to slide his thick slippery shaft out of my vagina and carefully into my tight little hole. I let out a gasp as I felt my anus stretch to accommodate his thick cock and as it was my first time at anal sex I was surprised at how wonderful it felt. I leant back against his chest and let myself relax and enjoy the new feeling but my man decided that he wanted a piece of me now too and he clasped each ankle to raise my legs up and fumbled with his fly to spring out a very impressively thick penis. It was the first time in our ‘relationship’ that he had revealed himself to me, let alone fucked me with it so I eagerly allowed him to spread my legs wide. He slipped his erect manhood inside my hot, wet vagina and I was pinned in the middle of the two men, legs raised and outstretched, unable to move and at the mercy of both their cocks, one in my anus, thrusting and pumping and one in my vagina, sliding in and out like a piston. My head swam, I felt dizzy and very, very dirty. I wanted them both, I loved the feeling of the alternating thrusts, I was powerless to move even if I wanted to so I let all thoughts leave my mind and simply enjoyed the experience of having two men fuck me at once. The driver broke into my consciousness with a deep rumbling groan. He was reaching his own release and he stopped pumping my tight arse to clamp me down onto his lap and hold me still as his cock pulsed and throbbed with the explosion of his orgasm. My ‘boyfriend’ however was still building up to his own orgasm and he continued to pump and thrust his own solid cock in and out of my wide open pussy faster and faster so much so that my breasts bounced about with the force of his thrusting. ‘go on mate, fuck her hard, she loves it’ my driver encouraged my boyfriend, his penis still deeply buried in my anus . And he did. For minutes he slammed his member in and out whilst my driver turned his attention to my swinging breasts capturing one in each hand and squeezing and pinching each nipple painfully. I cried out and wiggled my shoulders to get him to release his pincer like grip but this only served to excite both of them more. I could feel the driver’s shaft becoming firmer again, swelling up inside me and I felt a sudden rush of pleasure rather than pain as he squeezed my nipples once more. I was amazed to feel another powerful orgasm building and I began gasping and panting encouragement to both of them to give me what I wanted. ‘yes, come on….. I can feel…. your cock getting hard….. in my arse, fuck my tight little….. hole again,… give it to me,…. I want all of it, and you..’ I said to my ‘boyfriend’ ‘pump me,… fill me up with your thick cum,’ I gasped ‘ look at my cunt I’m dripping wet…. Fuck me’ and for the next mind blowing few minutes they did. I bounced up and down on a thick hard cock penetrating my anus and at the same time another equally solid shaft thrust in and out of my pussy whilst unseen hands pinched and twisted my aching nipples. I had never felt so dirty and so turned on in my life and as I felt my boyfriends hot creamy juice shoot up inside me, my own wild orgasm exploded. I writhed and wiggled to enjoy every second of the feeling and in doing so unleashed the driver’s second hot spurt into me.