One Monday night, I was coming home from an office Xmas party alone. I was standing on a busy London street corner dressed in a very short party dress and a fur jacket that covered it entirely. I realised later that all you could see were my legs and high heels under the coat. It was very windy and threatening rain. I saw a black cab and waved madly at him. He stopped for me.
He was a very polite middle-aged guy. I texted my boyfriend from the back while the driver listened to the radio. He said he was going to be about a half hour late home—at midnight. When we got to my flat, I paid the driver and turned to unlock the front door. He startled me by saying, “Aren’t you going to offer me a cup of tea?”
My bf takes me places where strangers can fuck me, but we always go together. I never meet alone. But this was so much like a fantasy of ours that I just said, “Yes. Come on in.”
I switched on the lights and set the kettle boiling. He sat on the sofa. I quickly texted the situation to my bf, who texted back, “Suck him off. Call me and leave the phone on.”
I was really nervous. I went into the lounge and the cabbie said, “I’m married.”
“That’s OK,” I said.
“I have to leave soon,” the driver said.
I hit the call button on my phone. I knew my bf would pick up. I turned to the cabbie and just heard myself saying, “Do you want a blowjob?”
“Yes,” he said. I took a cushion from the sofa and knelt in front of him and unzipped his trousers. He shifted so that I could get at his balls and thighs. His cock was only semi hard, but when I put it in my mouth and put my nails under his ball sack, it hardened at once. I gave him what my bf calls my “whore suck”, which uses a lot of tongue and even my throat. I was feeling suddenly wild with lust. The situation was so dirty! Mmmm.
“He grunted, “I’m gonna cum.” I knew he was warning me so that I could pull away, but I just hummed and kept on. His load hit the back of my throat, and he was bucking off the sofa. I swallowed and swallowed. When he was finished, I gently licked it all over, including at the top of his balls, so that he was nice and clean. His cum was nice. I’ve sucked a lot of cocks, and the taste is always different.
I licked my fingers where a few drops had gathered. “Thank you,” I said.
He stood up, zipped his trousers and said, “I’m sorry. I have to go back to work now.”
I let him out and went back to the phone. My bf said, “Is he gone?”
“Cum and gone,” I teased him.
When he got home a few minutes later, he made me do exactly the same thing again. I masturbated onto the floor.
This sounds like a made up story, but every single word is true. Any black cab drivers out there?
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