FakeTaxi Escort trades anal for free ride
Mmmm, it’s not every day that a London cabbie like me gets a fare this saucy. The story starts on a typically drizzly, grey evening in the city. I’m cruising through the streets on my night shift, hoping to pick up a few decent fares to boost my earnings before clocking off. That’s when I spot her – a lovely young lady in a tiny miniskirt and heels, shivering under a lamp post as she hails me down.
She slides into the backseat, bringing with her a waft of sweet perfume. “Evening love, where to?” I ask, eyeing her in the rear view mirror. She gazes back at me with hooded eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her glossy lips.
“My place is just around the corner,” she purrs, crossing her long legs. “But I was hoping you might give me a little detour first. I’ll make it worth your while.”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “Oh yeah? And just what did you have in mind, love?”
To my utter shock, she reaches over and begins stroking my thigh. “I’m in need of a special service, if you catch my drift,” she murmurs, giving my bulge a little squeeze. “And I’m prepared to pay extra.”
My cock is already stiffening in my trousers at her brazen touch. She wants to pay me for sex? Why the bloody hell not! I pull over into a quiet side street, twisting in the seat to face her properly.
“Alright then, love, let’s see what you’ve got,” I say with a roguish grin.
She doesn’t hesitate for a second. Hands eager, she reaches over to unzip my fly. My thick, throbbing erection springs free into her stroking fingers.
“What have we here?” she breathes, licking her lips. “Not bad at all, love.” Wasting no time, she dips her head into my lap, flicking the tip of her teasing tongue around the swollen head of my dick. I groan at the erotic sensations she ignites.
Her hot mouth engulfs me next, swallowing me down to the root in an erotic moan. The blow job she gives is mind-blowing, wetting me with expert swirls of tongue and lips. Her nimble hands cup and caress my heavy balls while she gulps me tirelessly. The windows fog up as my breathing grows ragged and urgent. Bloody hell, this bird’s good!
Far too soon, she pulls off with a slick pop, my shaft glistening wet from her work. “Mmmm, you taste so good, love,” she purrs, looking up at me from beneath smoky lashes. “But I think it’s time I paid the rest of your fare, don’t you?”
Reaching beneath her tiny skirt, she reveals pasties protecting the clad nipples of her pert breasts. Like a seductive stripper, she teases the flesh-colored adhesive circles to the brink of falling away. They cling stubbornly, threatening to reveal heated womanly flesh with the slightest jiggle of her tits.
I watch with bulging eyes, my cock throbbing and leaking. Oh those tantalizing tits! My imagination is in overdrive, conjuring up naughty thoughts of gripping their soft curves and sucking those sensitive peaks between my lips in drugging pulls.
“These pasties were tearing at my nipples, love,” she coos, wiggling on the seat. Her delectable round ass squelches as her pussy dampens with arousal.
