Tracey stood in front of the mirror and applied her shocking pink lipstick. She was heavily made up with her short dark brown hair in a messy style. She was wearing a silver dress that showed a good amount of cleavage and stopped at mid-thigh. She looked herself up and down in the mirror approvingly, taking in her silver stiletto boots and hold-up stockings: she looked hot and she knew it.
She heard a horn sounding outside, grabbed her bag and put her lipstick into it before leaving her flat to jump into the taxi that was awaiting her.
She slid into the front seat and greeted the driver, an overweight Indian in his fifties who, in Tracey's experience, invariably smelt of both spicy food and body odour.
"Hiya, Mr. Bal. You all right, love?" she said as she buckled her seat belt. In reply, Mr. Bal reached across and squeezed Tracey's right breast.
"You have excellent tits," he commented in a thick Indian accent as he pulled away without indicating.
Tracey was proud of her body: she was tall with long limbs, a slender waist and large firm breasts; in fact she rarely wore a bra when going out for the evening.
"Thanks, chuck. Ouch!" Mr. Bal had slid a hand down the front of her dress and was roughly pinching her nipples. "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere!"
Mr. Bal grunted in reply before continuing his groping, albeit slightly more gently. After a few minutes he turned into an industrial estate, dark and quiet early on a Saturday evening.
Tracey was a little disappointed: sometimes Mr. Bal waited until he'd picked up Tash and asked her to satisfy him but tonight he couldn't wait and so it was her turn. Maybe she shouldn't have worn such a revealing dress after all.
Mr. Bal leant back and unzipped himself pulling his grubby semi-erect penis out. Tracey sighed, unclipped her seat belt and bent down to take it into her mouth before Mr. Bal encouraged her to do so more forcefully.
It had all started off as a bit of friendly competition really. Tracey and her best friend Tash would go out every Saturday evening and flirt as much as possible so that they paid as little as possible for taxis, drinks, food and entry to clubs. Eventually they got better and better at it so that it was a matter of pride for them not to pay a penny on a night out. But they also had to do more and more to ensure their evenings were completely cost free.
Tracey's view was she was happy to do anything but have full penetrative sex as she felt that this would be being unfaithful to her boyfriend who was currently stationed with the army in Germany. Everything else however was acceptable, although she had never made him aware of the niceties of her moral stance. And with that constraint in mind, she'd progressed from heavy petting to offering manual relief before succumbing to what most men wanted: oral sex. For Tracey sucking a man's penis was like shaking his hand. Although, as she resignedly bobbed her head up and down on Mr. Bal's erection, she reflected that she preferred them clean in much the same way she preferred shaking a clean hand over a dirty one.
She looked up at Mr. Bal, knowing that he found the contrast between her wide innocent sparkling blue eyes and her hot dirty mouth utterly entrancing. He'd always admitted that he wasn't an attractive man and that sex with his equally unattractive wife was both rare and mundane. He was just grateful that he was getting a regular blowjob every week from one of two gorgeous young women.
Mr. Bal had been a taxi driver for years when he'd met Tracey and, because he lived near her, he'd got into the habit of picking up the girls for their regular Saturday nights out. After several months the girls had suggested he give them a discount in return for letting him feel their fine breasts. The discounts and favours had gradually become bigger and bigger until one evening Tash had proposed that she suck him off for a free ride. He hadn't hesitated to accept.
Tracey sensed Mr. Bal's impending orgasm and started swiping her tongue over the top of his knob to accelerate his climax. This was too much for the taxi driver and he erupted copiously into her mouth although she had no problem swallowing it all.
As Mr. Bal drove to Tash's house, Tracey reapplied her lipstick and then cursed as she remembered that she'd left her breath mints at home.
When they arrived, Tracey ran out of the car and knocked on Tash's door. Natasha answered immediately and gave Tracey a kiss on the cheek.
"Urgh, are you wearing eau de curry cum?" she said. "How was his dick?" Tash giggled.
"As smelly as usual," Tracey replied, "Have you got any mints so I can I get his taste out of my mouth?"
"Here, have some chewing gum."
The girls got into the back of the car while Mr. Bal eyed Tash's body in the mirror. Tash was shorter than Tracey but she had a curvier body and shoulder-length blonde hair. He almost regretted having already taken advantage of Tracey's talented mouth as he stared at Tash's full inviting pout.
"Where to, girls?" he asked.
"Shall we try Heat?" Tash suggested, "it's a new club, you know, where Sinful Apple used to be."
Tracey assented and Mr. Bal took them directly to the city centre before dropping them off.
"See you next week, girls," he said through his open window. Tash leant down to blow him a kiss goodbye, allowing him a good long view of her impressive cleavage. She was wearing her usual halter neck top and mini-skirt.
"Bye, Mr. Bal," she replied. "Shame you can't get it up twice in a night otherwise you could collect us tonight and have a go in my mouth. You know how much I love sucking your cock," she teased. Mr. Bal drove away, flushed and flustered.
"Tash, you shouldn't tease him. And anyway, he tastes foul," said Tracey.
"I know, but I do love making him squirm!" Tash laughed. "Right, do you recognise who's on the door?"
"No. Who shall we do?"
"The one on the left. I like black guys," Tash replied without hesitation. She strode purposefully to the front of the long queue.
"Hiya, love," she smiled provocatively at the tall doorman, whilst thrusting her breasts forward. The bouncer looked her up and down and couldn't help breaking his professional mask with a big, slightly addled, grin. Tash often had this effect on men.
She leant forward and whispered in his ear, "Do you like having your cock sucked?"
He swallowed and stuttered, "F-fuck, yes!"
"Well, what are you waiting for? I swallow as well!"
The doorman looked stared open-mouthed at Tash and then Tracey. He swallowed again before turning to his partner, "Cover for me, Carl."
He grabbed Tash's hand and pulled her into the club and immediately into the cloakroom, taking her to the back, ignoring the attendant who was busy with other clubbers. By the time Tracey had followed them in, Tash was already on her knees fumbling at the bouncer's crotch. She unzipped him slipped her hand into his trousers and pulled out his penis.
