The Love Stimulator - Blac Cab

This story is part of the Love Stimulator Series that follows our protagonist Sarah as she continues her merry lesbian romp across London. Sarah's adventures take place in the same universe as the Butt Coin series I wrote last year which gets mentioned in this story. I'm fascinated by the idea of creating a much larger Porn-o-verse of interlocking stories and characters, but you probably don't care and are just looking to find something to masturbate too, which is fair enough.

However, if you would like to read on, here are some links.

The Love Stimulator

The Love Stimulator - A Wet Threesome

The Love Stimulator - The Dentist

The Love Stimulator - School Friend

Also,

Butt Coin

Enjoy!

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My in-laws had already been in town for the last week when, over what I thought was going to be our last dinner together, my mother-in-law announced that there had been a lastminute change of plans and they would be staying with us for another week. This abrupt change caught both my husband and his father completely off guard, and they both tried protesting, but my mother-in-law shot them both down like the evil witch she is. As for me, a red, murderous mist settled over my eyes as I reached across the table for a butter knife to kill her with. One of us would not survive another week together with her near constant snide comments about my hair, weight, job choice, and parenting skills.

Luckily for my children's delicate psyches, my husband saw me grab a hold of the butter knife before I could kill their grandmother in front of them. In a single deft move, he casually managed to throw his cloth napkin over my hand where no one at the table could see me clutch the knife. "Are you sure you want to stay another week," my husband said as he attempted to wrestle the knife from my hand without our children or his parents seeing what I was planning. After an intense struggle, he overpowered me and took the knife from me, but I managed to kick him hard from under the table. "Jesus Christ!" he burst out.

"Language!" chided his mother, like my husband was still a teenager. "I will not have anyone taking the Lord's name in vain in this house!"

I bolted to my feet and for a second, I seriously thought about tipping our heavy wooden table over on top of her. If I did it just right, I might be able to crush her to death without maiming any of my children.

My husband jumped up too and put his arms around me in a loving gesture, before he turned to his mother. "We must use the toilet."

"Aren't you going to ask for permission to leave the table?" she said all innocent like. "I say, some people's manners these days."

My eyes went wide, but before I could scream, he grabbed me by the waist with one hand and quickly covered my mouth with the other. He picked me up and carried me out of our dining room, through the kitchen, towards the downstairs toilet. Once inside he closed the door, and I bit his hand.

"Ouch!" he yelped. As he shook his hand.

"I want to kill her!" I quietly shrieked.

"I know, and so do I, and so probably does my father. Them staying another week is as much as a punishment for him as it is us."

"Can't she just go back to whatever demonic country club for old white women that she crawled out of." I cried. "Why is she doing this to us?"

"It's the villa in France," he said as he sat down on the toilet and rubbed his hands on his face.

"What?"

"My father says that this whole week has been about the villa in France. Of course, he wants to leave it to us, but she keeps on talking about giving it to some dog shelter or some other bullshit."

"Oh," I said, suddenly a little sorry that I had bit him so hard. "You know that's pretty crazy even for her, right?"

"Of course, I do. I hate her too," he said as he looked up at me with his big blue eyes. "But I also really want that villa in France."

The two of us, stopped and stared at each other for a few seconds.

"You know that I can't go back to the table and play nice with her," I said as I just about kept the murderous rage out of my voice. "Maybe tomorrow I can, but not tonight."

"I know," he said as he thought about it for a minute, before an idea struck him, he dismissed it, and then finally just let it come out, "Why don't you...um...why don't you get out of the house and go see one of your...you know...friends."

My heart stopped for a second while I tried to figure out how much he knew about my recent extramarital lesbian activities. It wasn't something that I meant to happen, but once I learned that I could have really great, multi-orgasmic sex with my friends, our dentist, my work mates, and random women off of the street, I was addicted, and I didn't want to stop. "What do you mean by friends?"

"I know that you've been having lesbian sex with other women," he blurted out with a look of terror on his face, as if he was afraid to say the words himself.

I stood there frozen, while I waited for him to scream, cry, or to call his mother in, but he didn't.

"Its fine. Okay?" he said as he held up his hands defensively before he reached into his trousers and pulled out his phone, and opened up an Excel chart that showed a horseshoe shaped line graph that was rapidly sloping positively up on the far-right hand side.

"What is it?" I asked confused at what he was showing me.

"I've charted our sex lives over the last five years," he said as he pointed at the graph. "Each tick along the x-axis is a month, and each tick along the y-axis is the number of times we had sex in that month. Up until eight months ago, you can see that the trend line is rapidly sloping towards zero. Each month we were having less and less sex. At that rate I was worried that by the end of last year, we would hit zero and stop having sex all together. But then, something happened, and suddenly we started to have more sex--I mean a lot more sex--than ever."

"I can't believe you graphed our sex life."

"I'm a data guy. People pay me good money to make charts like this for them," he said with a shrug. "I'm guessing that the turn around point was when you started to have sex with the other mothers from school."

"How did you find out?" I betrayed myself and gasped.

"Well first you kept coming home smelling of different pussies. This freaked me out a little, so I broke down and mentioned it to George--Emma's husband--one day when we were out playing golf. Then he broke down and told me about how Emma told him that you and a couple of the other mother's had wild sex together...," he paused for a second as he looked up at me, "and now him and Emma are swingers and he showed me a few naked photos of Emma."

"Hey!" I scolded him over looking at other naked women. "Please tell me, you don't want to become a swinger, do you?"

"No," he said flatly, "I already have two crazy women in my life, and I am a little afraid that George wants to touch my cock or something." Then he just gave me a look not to press things.

"But you don't care if I have sex with women?"

"I know that it's a horribly misogynistic thing for me to say, but in my head lesbian sex, isn't real sex," he blurted out.

"Hey! Lesbian sex is very much real sex!" I barked at him with my hands on my hips, not willing to let him get away with such a sexist statement.

He quickly held up his hands to stop me, "not in my head it isn't, or at least that's how I've managed to justify all of this. As long as there isn't a penis involved, for me, it isn't sex. Okay?" He said as he looked at me pointedly.

"What about a rubber penis?" I asked him cautiously. "Because you know that a lot of women's sex toys are shaped like...."

"I'm talking about a man's penis attached to a human male, okay!?!" he said a little frantic, so I decided not to push him on it.

We both looked at each other for a long second before he spoke again.

"Anyways, why don't you just go take care of your thing," he said as he made a vague hand gesture towards my neither region, "and I'll break out one of the good bottles of scotch and I will get my parents good and drunk before you come back. And with a little luck maybe my mother will choke to death on her own vomit before you return."

"That's dark," I laughed a little.

"And when you come back, maybe then you can tell me a little more about all this lesbian stuff. Deal?" He said cautiously as he reached up and extended his hand.

"But only if you allow me to suck your cock too," I said with a wink.

"Deal!" my husband shouted loud enough for probably everyone still at the table to hear us as he grabbed my hand.

We shared a quick and surprisingly passionate kiss before we both snuck out of the downstairs toilet. My husband went toward the kitchen where I heard him start to rummage through the liquor cabinet, while I headed upstairs.

On the way up, I quickly thought about what I was in the mood for and who would be available for a little fun at this hour. Unfortunately, over the last few months I learned that sex with women either happened unexpectedly while you were alone while at the dentist or it requires months and months of planning. Then an idea hit me. Lucy, a friend of mine, had come up with a service for just such occasions.

I quickly pulled up Lucy's app that was on my phone, logged in, and then I waited for the service to update.

The app showed a zoomed-out road map of my local area in North London, and then a few seconds later three black cab icons appeared on the screen.

"Oh, that's great! Lucy has expanded," I said as I stopped to watch the three black cabs as they slowly crawled through the streets.

One of the black cabs was full, one was a good three miles away, but one was fairly close to my house with two empty seats available, so I booked it.

I quickly pulled off my trousers that I had worn for dinner, along with my panties, and then I pulled on a functional black skirt that came down to just over my knees. I hadn't shaved in weeks, and I didn't have time for any lady gardening, so I just pulled on a pair of black, thick, and function tights along with a pair of black boots.

I grabbed my purse and threw in my phone and wallet, followed by my favourite clit sucker toy, my Clit Master Stimulator 9000.

I quickly stopped and adjusted my hair in the mirror before I threw on a little dark red lipstick and headed for the door. From there I quietly crept down the stairs. In the dining room, I could hear my husband just start to pour drinks for his parents, "Would you like a little more mother?"

"You know me so well," she cooed.

I quietly left the house and stepped out into the cold night air. It was early February, and it had been raining earlier, so it was extra cold and dark outside. I walked down to the end of my street and moved over to a dark corner where I waited. I pulled out my phone and watched in growing anticipation as the black cab icon inched closer to my location.

Five minutes later, I was starting to get cold, when I saw the silhouette of a black cab turn the corner and start to head down the street towards me.

The cab slowly pulled up to me as I stood on the street corner. Unfortunately, it wasn't my friend Lucy driving, but that was okay. Inside there was an older black woman at the wheel who quickly checked her phone mounted on the dash to make sure she picked up the right woman. Then she rolled down her window.

"Are you looking for a ride?" she asked in a rough East London accent.

"I am," I said with a slight tingle between my legs.

"Have you gone for a ride with us before?"

"Yes, I have. I'm a friend of Lucy," I smiled as I touched my nose.

"Good, then you know the drill," the driver said as she passed me a black balaclava with an extra wide mouth hole before she hooked her thumb over her shoulder at the back door of the cab. "Get in back, Ms Black."

I quickly looked around to make sure no one was watching. The dark streets were clear, so I pulled on my black balaclava, as I tried hard not to mess up my hair or to smear my lip stick.

The black cab's rear windows had a one-way mirror finish on them, which allowed whomever that was inside to get a good look at me, while I couldn't see anything inside at all.

"Heads up ladies, a new girl is coming in," said the Driver into the cab's microphone.

The electronic lock on the door clicked and it automatically slid open. The lights inside the black cab came on and inside there were two, mostly naked women wearing different coloured balaclavas.

Sitting in the middle of the back seat of the cab was an older woman wearing a skirt that was hiked up to her waist, a white, half unbuttoned dress shirt, and a blue balaclava. Ms Blue's heavy and pierced tits were flopped out of her shirt, and she had a hand on her exposed and smooth pussy.

On her hands and knees directly in front of Ms Blue, was a short and plump Mediterranean looking woman with brown eyes and a big Roman nose in a yellow balaclava. Ms Yellow was partially clothed, and her brown eyes were large and wide, while her face glistened from Ms Blue's pussy juices. On her top half, Ms Yellow wore a frumpy green knitted sweater with a prominent silver clef broach, that looked suspiciously similar to the one my eldest child's piano teacher often wears. She also had huge breast that easily hung down and nearly touched the dirty floor of the black cab. Ms. Yellow's bottom half was completely naked. She had a wonderfully large and round arse and was currently squatted down on a large black rubber dildo that was suctioned cupped to the floor of the cab.

I quickly jumped inside the black cab before anyone walking by on the street could see us. The air inside was hot and smelled heavily of incense and pussy. As soon as I shut the door, the lights cut out and were replaced by a small LED, disco ball that was suspended from the ceiling.

"Evening ladies," I said as I quickly pulled off my jacket and stowed it along with my purse in a mesh net attached to the wall.

"Howdy," said Ms Blue in a thick southern accent that betrayed her as American. "Let me scoot my fat ass over where you can sit down." There really wasn't a lot of room on the back seat, but Ms Blue managed to move over enough where I could squeeze in next to her, while Ms Yellow moved over a few inches too.

"Thanks," I said as I sat down next to Ms Blue who threw her sweaty arms around my shoulders and pulled me in tight.

"Hold on ladies," said the cab driver before the cab suddenly lurched forward as we started off into the night.

With the sudden lurch forward, Ms Yellow let out a squeal and crashed opened mouth, back on to Ms Blue's hard clit.

"Jesus," Ms Blue moaned as Ms Yellow eagerly got back to work on her womanhood. "I haven't had sex in the back of a moving car in years."

"I always thought that sex in the back of a car was such an American thing," I laughed as I squinted down at the mouth and the Roman nose that stuck out from the opening of Ms Yellow's balaclava to see if she truly was my son's piano instructor. It was hard to get a good look at her face in the constant changing lights in the back of the black cab, so I gave up on trying to identify Ms Yellow from under her mask. Instead, I hiked up my skirt and opened my legs to let her know I was open for a good licking too.

"It's easier to have sex in trucks back home. I've only been here since yesterday, but from what I've seen, British cars are all too small to shag in," Ms Blue said in a low gravelly voice as she saw my pussy and then reached down and began to stroke my clit with her thumb.

"And they used to be a lot smaller," I laughed. "I remember my boyfriend and I trying to have sex in his parents' tiny Mini when I was a teenager. It was impossible."

"Oh?" Ms Blue's eyebrow raised. "Boyfriend?"

"I'm not a very good lesbian," I said as I continued to let Ms Blue play with my pussy, before I held up my hand and showed her my wedding ring. "In fact, I'm actually married to a man that I actually kind of like, and I only really got into this whole lesbian thing because the orgasms are so much better."

"I'm married too," said Ms Yellow in an Italian accent as she quickly popped her face up from Ms Blue's pussy. "Please don't tell my husband that I'm here."

"You would be surprised how many women say that." Laughed Ms Blue as she pushed her middle finger inside of me as we both found out that I was much wetter than I thought I was. "Have you ever taken one of these black cab rides before?"

"Yes," I said as I panted a little when Ms Blue reached up with her index finger and began to rub my G-Spot. "Lucy, a friend of mine, is the owner of the service," I said a little smugly. "I even got to go on one of the first test drives."

"Really?" said Ms Blue with a big smile as she reached down and put a hand behind Ms Yellow's head and pulled Ms Yellow's face into her fat pussy.

"But the first ride was very different."

"How different?" Ms Blue asked as she slid a second finger into me.

"Well, for the first ride, we didn't have masks," I laughed.

"No! That's my favourite part," mumbled Ms Yellow as she looked up at me in disbelief from between Ms Blue's thighs.

"That first ride was a little awkward," I confessed. "It's much harder to have anonymous and gratuitous lesbian sex with someone who you are worried that you might run into again while down at M&S with your family."

When I said this, Ms Yellow popped her head up from Ms Blue's pussy and shot me a questioning look, but before she could say anything, I reached over and pushed her head back down into Ms Blue's lap.

"I bet, especially without alcohol," laughed Ms Blue.

"We were supposed to be having dirty sex, but instead all we did was talk about our feelings."

"Oh, I hate that," said Ms Yellow as she slipped two fingers deep inside Ms Blue's pussy and began to finger her hard.

"By the second test ride," I continued, "my friend hit on the idea of making us all wear ski masks to help make the sex 'more anonymous and dirtier.'"

"It's seemed to have worked," said Ms Blue as she leaned over and kissed me on the lips through the hole in my balaclava.

"But the ski masks were too hot, and their mouth holes were too small." Ms Yellow looked up at me and when she did, I stuffed two of my fingers deep into her wet mouth hole to make a point. "You need a wide hole, like with these balaclavas, otherwise your mask gets soggy."

"I'm glad to hear that you and your gal pals worked out all of these kinks," said Ms Blue before she kissed me again.

"What brings you to London anyways?" I squeaked a little as I half bent down and lifted one of Ms Blue's big, pierced nipples to my mouth and began to suck on it.

"I'm just passing through on my way to Spain for a working holiday, but I've always wanted to see England, you know because all of the history and stuff, so I got a two-day layover here, before I fly on over to Barcelona tomorrow," said Ms Blue as she reached down and spread her lips to give Ms Yellow a good view of her hard clit.

Ms Yellow let out a moan as she jumped on Ms Blue's hard clit with an open mouth before she started to hump the rubber cock that was suction cupped to the floor.

"What do you do?" I asked as I sat up and turned a little more towards Ms Blue to give her better access to my pussy.

"I own and run a dyke bar in Tallahassee called Fibi's" Ms Blue said as her breath suddenly caught in her throat as Ms Yellow began to suck directly on her clit. Ms Blue paused for a few seconds and threw her back as she came a little. A few seconds later she began to speak again, a little more horse than before. "Over Christmas we had some Spanish girls from the International Sisterhood of Lesbians in town on vacation, and let me tell you, they were a lot of fun."