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The Taxi

    "Where too?" Jason asked, looking in the mirror. A nicely dressed couple now inhabited the back seat of his cab. The man had dark hair, a fair complexion, and the looks that a woman would find pleasing. The woman... the woman was hot. She had long black hair and a complicated black dress with a lot of frills. She was the typical perfect rich bitch which he usually saw climbing into the back of a limo. Tonight he was getting lucky, a rich fare and a big tip.
    "San Simian," the man said with a smirk.
    "Only in this city, Mack," Jason said in a bored voice. It had been a long day, it was approaching midnight, and Jason was in no mood for upper-crust humor.
    "12th and Michigan Avenue," the man said. The hackles stood up on the back of Jason's neck. He slowed the taxi and pulled over to the side. They looked around, then looked at him in the mirror with some confusion.
    "Why are we stopping?" the man demanded.
    "Because you don't look like the kind of people who would frequent Michigan Avenue," Jason said, slamming the taxi into park.
    "So?"
    "So nobody makes drug deals from my cab. If you want to go home, I will be happy to drive you. If you are looking for a score, then you had better walk."
    "If I wanted to go home, I would have taken my limo," the man muttered, laughing.
    "Shhhh, he's onto us," the woman said in an exaggerated whisper, intended for Jason's ears.
    "How about a 1000 dollar tip?" the man said with a leer.
    "The lady can stay, but you get out," Jason turned and looked a the man. He spoke in a cold, unforgiving tone.
    "Come on, dear, the MAN doesn't want us to ride with him," he sneered, opening his door.
    "I'm beat, David. I think I will take the cab home. You go on."
    "Whaa..." he started to object. His face took on a pathetic, boyish quality that Jason found revolting. It was obviously an act. Jason slammed the transmission into drive and the door slammed in the man's face. Jason could hear him yelling as he chased the cab, but Jason ignored him.
    "That was very rude," the woman said.
    "You don't need to be dragged down by that kind of trash," Jason said, still driving without a destination.
    "He's hardly trash. He's the son of one of the richest men in New York."
    "Rich trash is still trash. Besides, being somebody's son, doesn't make you anything more than a slip of birth control."
    "Does that apply to women as well?"
    "Absolutely. I am an equal opportunity asshole."
    The woman laughed, the first real noise she had made since she climbed into the cab. She turned and stretched her long legs out on the seat. Jason could see them from the night portion of his mirror. They were friggin perfect. She kinked one knee, which allowed her dress to open and slide down her leg. Jason suddenly found it hard to drive. The dark top of her stocking came right up within a foot of her pelvis, and Jason could see it clearly.
    "That's quite a set of leg you have," he said daringly.
    "It's the only pair I've ever owned, so I take care of them. I like them," she airily admitted, running her hand up and down her long, sensuous leg.
    The street lights passed, lighting her delicious legs intermittently as they passed. Neither spoke for several minutes.
    "You don't look happy," he finally said, breaking the uncomfortable silence.
    "I'm tired, tired of this whole mess," she sighed. "I'm tired of being a senator's daughter, tired of saying only the right things at the right times, tired of it all," she said, looking up at him in the mirror.
    "Have you ever tried slumming?" he asked hopefully.
    "You mean fuck one of the dirty, unwashed masses?" she smiled.
    "Only my mind is dirty, the rest of me took a shower about 7 hours ago."
    "You?" she seemed to be thinking about his proposition. "Ah, where are we going?" she asked, quickly looking around. One side of the street was walled by tall buildings, the other was a wilderness.
    "I have no idea. Central Park I guess."
    "Why?"
    "I don't know, you look uptown to me. Where are you going?"
    "Daddy's yacht."
    "Oh, sorry," he laughed, making a u-turn in the middle of the street. Once again, silence descended between the two of them. He kept track of her legs in the mirror. He could only see them in the upper "night" portion of the mirror, so they were lit in all their splendid glory for a moment, then faded as the lights passed behind them. She caught him eying her in the mirror. She began running her hand up and down her thigh, while maintaining eye contact. As her hand touched the crotch of her panties, Jason's eyes bugged out. He found it impossible to keep an eye on her, while watching traffic, pedestrians, and traffic signals. He glanced over at the parking area at the edge of central park and immediately pulled over. Cars honked and weaved to avoid him. He pulled into a parking place and cut the engine.
    "We're stopping?" she asked, suddenly amused.
    "Yeah," he turned to look at her. "Your place or mine?" he asked patting the front seat of the cab.
    "It had better be mine, your's is a bit cramped." He locked the front doors, turned and slid the bullet proof plexiglass aside. Like a snake, he slithered into the back seat. He locked the back doors as well. Central Park was not the safest place at night. He didn't want to be killed, while enjoying the classiest fuck of his life.
    "I don't kiss," she said as he moved close, looking at her cherry red lips.
    "The hell you don't."
    "I don't believe in it. Kissing is a disgusting, dirty..." her words were cut off by Jason's lips. He held the back of her head, while he mashed his lips against her's. He knew he was destroying a pair of lips adorned by designer lipstick, but he didn't care. They were soft and responsive, that's all that mattered to him.
    He was surprised to find her tongue suddenly probing his mouth. For a woman who didn't kiss, she was very good at it.
    Jason ran his hand up her left leg and cupped his hand over the warm mound of her panties. It was silky soft and very hot. Her legs were slender and absolutely perfect. He imagined that she had somebody who measured them each day too make sure. He had not doubt that their love-making would be figured into her "calories burned" calculations for the next day.   
    "Wait," she woman said, opening the top of her dress. She pulled a cone shaped breast from the top of all that fabric and presented it to him. He dove forward and captured the dark nipple with a large areola in his mouth and sucked urgently.   
    "Oh yes, I can feel that clear down to my pussy," she whispered. He lightly rubbed her mound through the material of her panties. It was so hot. He knew he would be rubbing wetness in a moment. She was one sexy little bitch.
    "Do the other," she said after a few minutes. They both pulled down the fabric and dug the left breast from her dress and bra. It was hot and firm in his hands. He marveled at the large areola around her nipple. It was fully three inches across. Possible the largest areola he had ever seen. He took the stiffened nipple into his lips and sucked, while his tongue strummed it rapidly. She breathed harshly, pulling his head into her breast. He felt like a baby, nursing off his mother. And that's how she treated him, murmuring, clucking softly, and stroking his face as he nursed.
    "You're going to give mama a big cum," she signed, pressing her chest forward to meet his mouth. Jason didn't like thinking about his mama while sucking on that delicious set of tits, but he had to admit, it was kinky as hell.
    "You are not my mama," he said around her nipple. She rubbed her hand on the back of his head, while enjoying his mouth on her hot nipple.
    "That's right, my name is Amanda," she whispered, gasping for breath. Jason suddenly realized that she had not been kidding. She was giving off all the signs of a woman about to cum. He had never seen a woman cum because somebody had sucked on her breasts, but it could happen. Abruptly, it did. Amanda began panting and moaning, louder and louder. She mashed his face against her breast, petting the back of his head to the point of pain. He continued, ignoring the pain. He knew she would stop when her orgasm hit. Then it did. She began bucking her pelvis against his hand and groaning. She grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss, while her pussy spasmed and gyrated, bucking against his hand. He held his fingers firmly cupped around her mound, until she whimpered and relaxed. He was now holding a very wet pair of panties in his hand.
    "You're wet," he said, holding up his hand. She pulled his hand to her mouth and began licking off her own juices. Jason nearly exploded in his pants. She was one hot bitch.
    She dropped his hand and began tearing off clothing. Jason watched in fascination, until she stopped and stared at him. He too began taking off his clothes. It was dark outside. He looked around as he pulled his shirt over his head. Cars passed far away. The nearest streetlight was a hundred feet away. Those belonging to the parking lot had been shot out in the past, leaving it conveniently dark. The smell of pussy was strong in the car. The wonderful aroma made Jason crave a taste of her high-classed pussy. But she was in command. She stretched out on the seat, now naked, with her knees bent. She motioned for him to climb up on top of him in the 69 position. He gladly accepted.
    "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked as he climbed into position.
    "Yeah, a cheerleader."
    "Does she remind you of me?"
    "Fuck no. She is a compact little blonde fucking machine. You are a tall slinky rich bitch with erotic nipples and a hot cunt. No comparison," he said as he lowered his face and dove into her pussy. His mouth eagerly feasted on her rich, wet mound. She had a very large pussy, it was like a gash which opened up the entire lower half of her body, when she opened her legs. Her clit was clearly visible. He encircled her open fuck hole with his mouth and sucked, while plunging his tongue down inside her. She moaned loudly and thrust her pussy up to meet his mouth. She turned her head and clamped her lips onto his hard cock. She mouthed it from the side, sucking the firm flesh on the head of his circumcised penis with her sweet lips. Like a sword swallower, she slid her mouth up and under it, while his cock went down her slender throat. She held her mouth steady, while her lips slowly milked his cock. Her throat muscles clenched and stretched his cock as she swallowed repeatedly. She knew exactly what she was doing. It was obvious that she had done this many times before.
    Jason slid his right middle finger into her pussy, while licking her clit. He slid the finger in several times, lubricating it, then pulled it out and positioned it at the entrance to her ass. Before she could object, he plunged his finger up inside her ass. She screamed, lifting her ass up off the seat. He took the buffeting, continuing to suck her tiny clit into his eager lips. He could feel it, hot and throbbing between his lips, like a tiny penis. Again, he did not like thinking of sucking on a penis, while sucking her pussy, but the thought simply crept in. Smiling to himself, he began bobbing up and down on the tiny clit, as if he were sucking a dick. His finger plunged in and out of her ass, in time with his miniature blowjob. He was really turning her on. She was squirming like a snake beneath him. What he needed was even more stimulation. He inserted his index finger into her pussy. It didn't go in far, but it was enough. The added stimulation had her gasping and moaning around his cock.
    Jason marveled at the sheer beauty of the woman. She was beautiful everywhere. Even her asshole was small and delicate. On some people it was a dark ugly ring of flesh, but on her it was tiny, pink... perfect. He somehow kept coming back to that word. But it was the only word that fit. He suddenly had a tremendous craving for her slender ass. He stopped all activities, grabbed her slender thighs and pulled them forward. As her legs bent, he found himself facing her small, dainty asshole. He could tell by looking, that it was one asshole which had never had a stiff cock in it. Too bad, it was literally begging for a good rigid penis. Unfortunately, a taxi was only conducive to a few limited forms of sex, and a good ass fucking was not one of them.
    Jason bathed the aromatic little ring liberally, then tried to force his way inside. With the good ass reaming he had given her with his finger, he knew it would be possible. He stiffened his tongue and pressed relentlessly. He could feel her stiffening her asshole against him. It was probably involuntary, an automatic response to his intrusion. He could wait. In the meantime, she was giving him one horrendous blowjob. Her hot lips were right up at the very base of his shaft. Her tongue slid back and forth along the top of it, causing his hair to stand on end. There were a lot of nerves in the tip of his cock. She was striking most of them.
    Unexpectedly, she relaxed her tight little asshole and he plunged his tongue up inside. She tried to clamp her asshole down on his tongue, but she was too late. He was now inside. The taste actually wasn't too bad, not that he would have cared. He would have reamed her ass no matter what it tasted like.
    "Oh God," she moaned, pulling off his cock. "Oh yes, do me," she gasped, before taking the head of his cock in her mouth again. Once again she relaxed her ass. He pushed his tongue even farther into her ass. He could go no further, the roots of his tongue were beginning to hurt. As he wiggled it inside her ass like a snake, she clamped her muscles down on his tongue, trying to strangle it. It was wonderful. Jason had never eaten an ass before. His Cindy wouldn't allow such a thing. She wouldn't even allow him to fuck her in the ass. Maybe it was time he took a firmer stand, when it came to their love life. He was missing a lot.
    "Eat me," Amanda hissed around his cock
    He reluctantly pulled out of her ass, licked it once, then kissed her slender ass cheeks, before allowing her legs to drop. He was again facing her awesome pussy. It looked large enough to swallow his head. He pressed his face into her pussy and brutally rubbed it from side to side. His nose immediately filled with her juices, but it was worth it. She squealed and heaved up off the seat. He pulled his face out, found her clit and began sucking it. She gave a crying moan and clamped her lips firmly around his cock. She slid her lips up and down along the shaft, then stopped, simply sucking. He felt his balls clench. He was about to shoot his load into that perfect set of designer lips. She was getting hotter too. He could tell that she was about one second away from an orgasm.
    Jason felt his balls heating up to an intolerable level. His balls began clenching and unclenching slightly. He knew his time had come. Suddenly, he exploded. Gasping around her clit, he shot his thick cum into her mouth. She desperately rubbed her pussy against his face. He couldn't breath, she was suffocating him. He pulled his face out and rested his chin against her pussy. This was what she needed. The added roughness of his short whiskers in her pussy, brought her to an instant orgasm. She screamed and hunched her pussy against his chin. He dropped his face into her pussy and began licking diligently, but his mind was on his cock, and the way it spurted thick cream into her mouth. He could feel the extreme heat and moisture of her mouth on ever little centimeter of his cock. He could feel the suction of her lips, and the dance her tongue did over the head as it swelled and ejected spurt after spurt of thick cream. She sucked and drank greedily, just one more thing that his Cindy would not do.
    All too soon it was over. Jason lay panting atop Amanda. She feebly tried to push him off so she could breath. He rolled off, sitting with his knees on the floor, looking down at her sweating, naked body with a new appreciation.
    "You are one awesome bitch," he gasped with a smile.
    "Shut up and kiss me," she said, reaching for his head. They broke the kiss after a few minutes, neither of them had caught their breath.
    "You should see me in the bedroom," she said breathlessly.
    "I would love to. Maybe you, me, and Cindy could get together some time."
    "Maybe, but I leave on the first tide. What time is it?"
    "Shit's it's after two. I had better get you to the marina."   
    He dug out a package of baby wipes which a mother had left in his cab long ago. They both cleaned up and redressed. Jason felt like his life was coming to an end, when he pulled into the area where she was supposed to catch her water taxi.
    "It was fun," she said with a smile. She took his hand, with money clamped inside, then smiled and stepped out as she released it. He counted out the one thousand and twenty dollars. His heart gave a leap. He watched as she walked toward the water taxi, swished the back of her dress into place with her left hand, then turned and gave him a parting smile.
    Jason started the taxi and sped off, without another backward glance. It was time to go home. It was time to fuck Cindy half to death, then take her to a nice dinner. He owed her that.

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