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Oh my, where to even begin with this scintillating tale of sordid secrets and scandalous shenanigans? I suppose we must start at the beginning, with a certain young lady, let’s call her Ai. Yes, it’s a fitting name for our protagonist in this sordid saga of sexual escapades.

Ai was your typical young Japanese woman, always prim and proper on the outside. But deep down, she harbored a naughty secret – a burning, insatiable lust for that taboo thrill. She loved being dominated, toyed with, and brought to the brink of ecstasy multiple times over until she couldn’t take it anymore. And she had found just the man to help her fulfill her wildest fantasies – a rugged, weathered old cab driver known only as Sensei.

Every Tuesday and Thursday like clockwork, Ai would hop in Sensei’s taxi, riding to various secluded destinations for their furtive trysts. No words were exchanged on the journey, only sultry, charged glances in the rearview mirror. The tension, the anticipation, it was maddening. As soon as they parked somewhere discreet, Sensei would jump in the backseat and pin Ai down, his rough hands roaming her lithe body, ripping clothes off in a frenzy.

This particular meeting, Ai was extra eager. As soon as they started moving, she reached over and boldly unzipped Sensei’s pants, her delicate fingers wrapping around his hardening shaft. He groaned, gripping the steering wheel tightly with one hand as she pumped him in the car.

Up front in the passenger seat, he had left his cute young secretary Kaori snoozing. The poor thing worked late every week to surprise her boyfriend Sensei, not knowing his faithful hefty wife was more deserving of that spot. Perhaps if Kaori caught a whiff of Ai’s musky arousal wafting from the backseat, the happily daft lover could see through Sensei’s lies.

Lucky for Sensei and his kinky conquests, Kaori’s seat was tilted back and her earbuds piping loud music drowned out the erotic moans of pleasure and grunts of satisfaction from the back. Ai stroked him faster, her thumb swirling around the sensitive tip, while Sensei groped her full, pert breasts. Her puffy nipples pebbled against his palms, begging to be sucked.

He pushed down her lacy bra, freeing them to the cool air. Ai gasped and arched her back, rubbing her thighs together. The feel of his hot mouth closing around a stiff peak while skillfully flicking the other with his thumb sent electricity zinging straight to her core, soaking her panties with arousal.

Sensei switched to the other, suckling hard as his hand traveled south, delving between her legs to rub her through the damp fabric. Ai spread wider, begging him to touch her, to bury his fingers in her needy, aching flesh. He obliged, shoving her soaked panties aside to stroke her slick walls.

“Ohhh! Haaahh! Yeah, just like that Sensei,” Ai moaned wantonly, fingers fisting his hair tighter. He added another digit, curling them just right, and she saw stars, quieting only so that Kaori wouldn’t realize what was happening in the backseat.

Sensei raised his head, maintaining the sweet torment, tonguing her nipple hard as he plunged his fingers faster inside her now dripping sex. His thumb found her sensitive clit, rubbing quick circles and sending Ai teetering towards the edge already. A few more hard thrusts, quick flicks across that bundle of nerves, and she was emitting a stifled cry, legs shaking as she came undone.

Panting, she weakly pushed at his shoulder as he rubbed her lower lips, coaxing out every last shuddering wave of pleasure. “Ahhng, enough, please…” Her center throbbed, supersensitive. He withdrew his hand, licking her essence from his fingers with a rumbling groan before replacing her bra and smoothing her skirt down.

The car stopped moving. Wherever they pulled over was quiet, hidden from view. Sensei reached for her, crooking a finger in demand. “Climb over here and sit on my lap. I want to feel that hot pussy riding my cock.”

A delighted shiver raced down Ai’s spine at his vulgar words. She obediently swung a leg over to straddle him, shimmying down until the broad head of his erection butted against her entrance. With a swift buck of his hips, he thrust inside, impaling her on his thick shaft. They both groaned deeply.

“Yes! I’ve missed this. You fill me sooo good,” Ai hissed, undulating her hips to take him even deeper. Her dripping walls gripped him like a vice, so tight and hot and perfect. He grunted, palms firmly grasping her rear to aid her bouncing motions. The feel of his callused fingers digging into the supple flesh urged Ai to go faster.

“Yes yes YES! Ahhh!” Skin slapped skin, lewd wet noises filling the cab as Ai rode him hard, her ample breasts bouncing right in his face. Sensei latched on greedily, biting and sucking the generous mounds like a starving man. He reached down to where they were joined, rubbing her sensitive nub. Increased pressure on that inflamed bundle of nerves and Ai was crying out, coming again as she rode him through it.

Sensei hissed and matched her quick, erratic pace, hips jerking up with every snap of her inner muscles. Ai clenched hard around him in aftershocks, gasping and shuddering, trying to prolong this mind-blowing sensation. He shuddered violently, an animalistic groan leaving his throat as he spent himself deep inside her pulsing center. Ai collapsed against him, both of them completely spent, panting harshly in the silent cab.

After cleaning up, they traded off getting dressed and then he was driving her home. Hands rested high on her thigh the whole way back, his thumb idly stroking her sensitive crease through her skirt while she nervously fidgeted. Each brush sent a delicious tingle straight to her core, stoking the fires again…