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My Meter's Running
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My Meter's Running
You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore, you see everything.
I'm not kidding. Baltimore is just full of characters, and it seems like
I've had 'em all in my hack at one time or another in the years I've been
doing this to keep a fucking ro of over my head and pay my non-fucking
ex-wife's alimony bills.
Like I said, I've seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to
be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI load her
bags into the trunk and take off. She's wearing a dead fox around her
shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She's about 40 years old,
but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I'm not
kidding you. But here's the thing: When I pull in front of her castle,
she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can't find
her wallet! "I'm terribly sorry," she says in this hoity-toity voice.
"I don't seem to be able to pay you".
"That's too fuckin' bad, lady," I say. "I guess you ain't goin'
home yet then." And I pull away from the curb and head for the nearest
expressway.
That got her panties all bunched up. "What can I pay you with?"
she says all nervous and agitated. She's in my environment now.
"Well for starters you can suck my dick," I say. I figure that
she'll get insulted and report me but what the heck, right? I admit it,
I've got a crude mouth at times -- I guess that's why my wife left
me.....for another woman. But get this: The bitch actually says, "Well,
okay."
With that I pull off the expressway, but leave the motor running
because it's a fucking cold day, and I want the heater on. Then I climb
into the back seat with her, unzip my fly and haul out my pride and joy.
"Here, lady, here's a nice cold treat for ya, See if you can warm
it up for me." Before she could react, I shove my schlong between those
society lips quicker than you can say Jack Frost.
I thought the old bat was gonna' choke on it at first -- judging
from the gurgling noises comin' from the back of her throat -- but before
long she got into the spirit of giving head as I pushed my stiff , spit-
slick pole in and out of her wa rm, delicate mouth. Once or twice she
accidentally bit me, and I had to cuff her, but all in all, she sucked
like the pros I usually frequent, and when I spermed like a madman into
her mouth, she swallowed the whole mess without blinking an eye.
"What's the matter? Old man not giving it to ya?" I say. She's
pretty hot by this time, so I reach down and yank open her skirt and pull
her lacy black panties down. She does not object!
She's gasping like a pig in heat, going, "Fuck me, fuck me. My
husband never touches me anymore. Oh, stick it in me. Ram my pussy,"
and some other trashy bullshit I forget.
"Easy, you old cow," I snarl, and thrust three stick fingers into
her heaving snatch. It's surprisingly tight for such an old hole, and
she was wetter than piss as I performed a digital exploratory. After
about two minutes of this threeplay I figure she's ready for my beefy
cock, so I push her down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean down
for a quick whiff of her smelly slit -- ah, heaven -- then aim my pecker
at her hungry box and ram it home.
I split her cunt apart with my piledriver, filling it up with my
stiff eight-incher. She grabs onto me, digging her sharp fingernails
into my hairy ass as I belt her cunt with my boy-stick, reaming it in and
out as hard and fast as I could, ripping her dainty little, rich-bitch
cunt with my angry beast.
To her credit, she gave me as good as she got, thrusting her
lily-white hips up to meet each savage stroke I laid into her. For an
over-the-hill broad, her cunt felt pretty good as it clamped down on my
busy bone, almost as good as the hooke rs I fuck for their fares too.
Right in the middle of it she starts begging me to talk dirty to
her, like my big fat dick stuffing her cunt isn't enough for her upper-
class snatch.
"Ahh, shaddup!" I growl, and to show I'm not kidding, I let her
have a playful slap in the kisser.
Instead of annoying her, it turns her on more, and we screw that
in the back of my cab for about 45 minutes, traffic whizzing by outside
the whole time. I kept up the bone pressure as I manhandled her big,
creamy knockers and stuck my tongue down her throat. I pinched her big
nipples till they were hard as pebbles and she had tears in her eyes.
From the way her body is shaking, I figure she must have cum
half-a-dozen times since I jumped on top of her. I feel like cuming too;
so when I my time came, I didn't hold back. At the last minute I pulled
my dick out of her soppy snatch and, careful not to hit the seat, let her
have a hot, milky one right in the face. She starts lapping it up like a
starving puppy,and smearing it into her cheeks, all the while babbling
about what a great cocksman -- I swear that's the word she used -- I am,
and how she never wants to stop fucking me. Same old story. Even the
whores give it to me for free.
I finally took her home and let her pay me with a check. It
didn't bounce either. Too bad, I wanted an excuse to look that cunt up
again.
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