Plying for Hire

It was 1990, I was 36 years old and I'd been driving a cab for a whole three weeks. I was doing a lot of hours and learning fast but I still had a lot to learn.

It had been a really busy saturday night and my cash bag was bulging, the pubs at the top of town were all closed and the only nightclub in town was emptying fast. My last job had gone about twenty miles and, if I'd had a little more experience, I would have headed home right after I'd dropped them off but I was greedy and inexperienced and headed back to the nightclub instead.

The building was in darkness when I arrived with not another cab in sight but there was one couple leaning against the wall about ten feet from the door so I pulled up across the road from them to check them out. This showed another aspect of my inexperience because in later years I would always leave the last dozen or so people hanging around outside that building to their own devices because they were usually bad news. They were either so drunk that they'd either fall asleep or throw up in the back of the car or they'd spent all their money and were working up the courage to do a runner or, in the case of single guys, they'd been hanging around hoping for some desperate girl to take pity on them and, because no one had, they were in a foul, argumentative mood but, as I said, I was inexperienced so I just sat there and watched this couple from about twenty feet away.

They looked to be about my age with the guy being probably no more than 5'6" and weedy, with short dark hair and wearing a pale grey suit whilst his companion seemed slightly taller than him and quite a bit overweight. She had short dark hair and was wearing the classic little black dress with a low cut, square neckline but the dress was several sizes too small for her and clung tightly to her large breasts, the spare tyre below them and the round belly below that. The hem of her dress was more than half way up her thighs and I could see sheer black nylon beneath it and I couldn't help thinking that she looked like a black michelin man but, for some reason she also seemed unbelievably sexy.

She was holding onto her partner's upper arm but, when she saw me pull up, she released her grip on him and tottered towards me on four or five inch heels.

I had my window wound down and she rested her arms on the sill as she leaned in to speak to me and I caught my breath as her huge tits almost escaped from the top of her dress and I was treated to the amazing sight of two milk white breasts jiggling just inches from my face and, as I gazed at the delicate tracery of fine blue veins before me, I was aware that, behind her, her partner was slowly sliding down the wall to end up sitting at it's base with his knees by his ears.

Once again, I should have driven off but, instead, I just sat there spellbound by the sight before my eyes and I found myself agreeing to take the couple home. I pulled up across the road and helped the woman to pour her companion into the back seat then she climbed in beside me and told me her address which was only about a mile from my own home.

As she sat down, the woman's tight velvet skirt rose higher up her thighs exposing the darker inverted V of nylon welts that showed that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. She half turned in her seat to check on her partner and her skirt slid another inch or so up her thighs revealing an inch of creamy white thigh and a black suspender strap. She turned back in her seat and, rather than straighten her dress, she nodded her head towards her exposed thighs and, with a huge grin on her face, she said "He wanted me to dress like this and now look at him, useless" and, with that, she turned again and, stretching out, she gave the guy a resounding slap across his face. She turned back again and, this time, I could clearly see the triangle of shiny black material covering her cunt and my dick surged to it's full glory.

I was having trouble concentrating on the road as I said " I don't know about him but it's certainly doing me a power of good " and she grinned happily and slightly parted her thighs to give me a better view. I was sorely tempted to reach out and touch her but we were pulling up outside her house so I just told her the fare and enjoyed the view as she took out her purse and paid me.

She asked if I'd help her to get her husband inside and, of course, being a gentleman, I agreed and I wasn't at all surprised when we had no trouble in getting him out of the car and, as we each draped one of his arms over our shoulders, I was very aware that we weren't dragging or carrying him and that he was supporting his weight and walking quite steadily.

We entered the house which was quite a large victorian building with the entrance hall taking up about a quarter of the floor space and, on the wife's instruction, we sat the guy on the bottom step of a broad, dark wood staircase whilst she asked me if I'd like a drink.

I was now certain that I knew what was going on so I grinned and replied that I'd love one and she led me through a door into an L shaped room that took up the rest of the ground floor space and had obviously been created by knocking down at least two dividing walls. She led me up a step to a dining table and sat me down whilst she moved further into the kitchen area where she stretched up to reach a glass from a cabinet and I was treated to the gut wrenching sight of the glorious round globes of her bum peeping out from below her skirt with no sign at all of her knickers which were lost deep within the cheeks of her arse. She then squatted down to reach for a bottle from a lower cupboard and, turning towards me, still squatting, she parted her thighs flashing her white flesh and the crotch of her knickers. She remained squatting for far longer than necessary before straightening up and pouring my drink whilst, all the time, her dress was gathered up around her waist and displaying her magnificent bum.

She placed the glass on the table in front of me before excusing herself to check on her husband and, as she left, I took a sip of my drink. It was about a quarter of a bottle of neat scotch so I rose to my feet and poured most of it down the sink before wandering down to the other corner of the room.

Along one wall, there was a brown leather sofa that was at least eight feet long and opposite it was a very large television. To one side of the tv was a music centre and to the other side there was a stack of three identical video recorders. There was also a video camera on a tripod and I thought 'Oh, no, I don't want to be an overnight internet sensation' so I sank to my knees switching off every socket that I could find before taking a seat in the middle of the sofa and sipping my remaining scotch.

My new friend took quite a long time to rejoin me and, when she did, as I expected, she sat next to me on the sofa so I placed my glass on the floor and wrapped my right arm around her waist and pulled her towards me. She giggled as I kissed her and I was acutely aware that she'd applied quite a lot of perfume in her absence but I was too worked up for niceties so I stretched out on top of her and reached into the top of her dress to fish out one of those magnificent tits but, to my surprise, she immediately pushed me away and leapt to her feet. She cried out "Careful with my dress" and quickly unzipped it and carefully folded it up before placing it on a dining chair. Her bra followed and, as she turned to face me, I was surprised to see that she was now wearing black french knickers but it wasn't long before they too were pooled around her ankles and kicked across the room. I could see that she'd shaved off her pubic hair but her cunt was completely hidden below her round belly.

She reached for her suspenders but I called for her to keep her stockings on and she grinned happily and, sitting on my lap, she wrapped her arms around my neck and drew my lips to hers. We kissed for a while then I moved my lips to her nipples, licking and sucking hard on each one in turn as she gasped her appreciation and gripped my head, pulling me harder to her. I was so pleased by her enthusiasm that I decided to give her a treat and slowly kissed my way down across her belly as I felt it twitch and tremble beneath my lips. I went lower and dove face first into her gaping cunt. It was deliciously juicy and I buried my tongue as deep inside her as I could, greedily slurping up her nectar whilst butting the bridge of my nose against the bump of her clitoris. She cried out, gripping my head and jerking up and down, frantically dragging my face along the length of her slit.

It was at that point that I realised that it had been hours since she'd shaved or even days and I was getting seriously scratched by her bristles and almost suffocated by her enthusiasm. I'd been hoping to make her cum with my tongue and lips and I'm sure she wanted the same but eventually my cheeks and lips felt so chafed and raw that I just had to pull away.

I rose up above her and quickly released my prick, pressing its bloated head to the lips of her cunt. I raised myself up, ready to plunge in and she gripped my arse with both hands and murmured "Do you mind if my husband watches?". I froze and she must have felt my reluctance because she instantly gasped "It's ok, just fuck me" and, gripping my arse tightly, she dragged my dick into her. We both groaned and I remained perfectly still supporting myself above her with one hand each side of her head as if I was about to perform press ups as I savoured the incredible sensation of my rigid prick marinating in the syrupy, hot core of her body. I felt totally content and could have stayed like that for ever but I was shaken from my reverie by her raising her hips and gently moving below me.

I swivelled my hips gently stirring the bubbling pot of her juices and she murmured her appreciation and moved with me. We performed a slow dance, chasing and teasing each other as we softly gasped and moaned into each other's mouth and, once again, I felt totally content and at peace until she began jerking her hips up at me more and more urgently and, taking the hint, I once again rose up above her with just the tip of my prick inside her as I prepared to thrust into her with one mighty lunge but, at that moment, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the door to the hallway slowly swing open.

I knew exactly what was happening; her husband had tried to ease open the door and was peering around the edge. I froze and, in that moment, I remembered a story a former workmate had told me about being in a similar situation when the woman's husband had suddenly burst into the room, dressed as batman and with his stiff dick jutting out in front of him. I wasn't sure that I believed that story but, at that moment, I fully expected the woman's "drunk" husband to creep in and want to join in so, naturally I froze.

The woman grabbed my arse once more, desperately trying to drag me into her and I told myself 'Fuck it, if he wants to watch, then I'll give him a show' and I slammed myself into his wife as hard as I could rejoicing in the sharp gasp that escaped from her lips. I stabbed in three or four times and each thrust drew an "Ahh" from deep inside her then I changed my position and my next thrusts were greeted by agonised "Ohh's. Another change of position and she gasped a series of "Uhh"s. I was fascinated and discovered that each position brought about its own unique response and I amused myself for the next ten minutes or so by trying to get tunes like three blind mice out of her. This distraction was definitely helping me to last and it was certainly working for her as her mouth fell open and she squeezed her eyes shut as she arched her back and cried out in orgasm.

She collapsed back onto the sofa, gasping for breath but I continued pounding into her and, within moments, she came again and then again, groaning as if in agony. Her cunt was gloriously hot and soft like fucking a velvet glove but it was so wet and loose that I could barely feel anything and it felt as though I'd never cum myself as I repeatedly plunged into her sloshing hole but then she started whimpering and moaning for me to cum and suddenly, with her words, sensation suddenly flooded through me and my head exploded into bright lights and I groaned in ecstasy as I buried myself deep within her and pumped what seemed like gallons of my spunk inside her. I fell forward onto her soft body, gasping for breath as she ran her hands up my back and buried her fingers in the hair on the back of my head.

Eventually, my prick softened and slipped out of her but she still held me to her and whispered into my ear, telling me how good it had been and asking if we could do it again and, when I said that I had to go, she told me that her husband would be working away next week and suggested that I should meet her for a drink in her local pub on Monday then spend the night fucking her.

I said that I'd think about it and, after tucking away my wet dick, I headed for the door but she was insistent and actually followed me out of the house and down her garden path to the pavement dressed only in stockings and suspenders and with spunk trickling down the inside of her thighs and into her stocking tops. It was almost four in the morning but, even so, there was still a chance that one of her neighbours might see her standing virtually beneath a street light but she obviously wasn't at all concerned about that possibility as she repeatedly asked me to promise to meet her on Monday so I promised just to get away.

I was sorely tempted but I didn't go to the pub on Monday but, each time that I drove past her house, I wondered what would happen if I did just knock on her door but, of course, I never did.