"I bought a new dress today, Wesley. I bought
it especially for you."
"Did you, Sophie? Please tell me what it looks like?"
"Well, I'm wearing it right now. It is very short. I know you
like short skirts. If you were following me up some stairs you'd
be able to see all the way up my dress to my panties. The dress
is a kind of a salmon pink color, and it has two big holes one in
the front and one in the back - and they are covered in black mesh.
If I don't wear a bra, you could just see to my nipples, and if
I wear a bra it looks extremely sexy because you can see all of
"I'd like to see you in that dress."
"Maybe some day you will, Wesley. I wore the dress home from
the store, and do you know what happened?"
"Please tell me."
"I got fucked, Wesley. I let a man I'd never met before fuck
me in the mouth, the pussy and the bottom. A complete stranger fucked
me. I fantasized that it was you. I do that a lot these days. I
think of what it would be like to meet you to meet the man behind
the voice that intrigues me so. I planned my outfit very carefully,
hoping that I might run in to you. I wore some black high heels
with the dress, complimented by some sheer black fishnet tights.
I wore the little black panties you are fond of, and to show off
my tits I wore that white lace bra. You know the one that barely
covers my bosom. It's such a naughty item of lingerie it lifts my
breasts up and pushes them out so invitingly, making them look so
big and well rounded. Underneath the black mesh, the contrast of
the white bra really focuses attention on my tits. I really couldn't
blame the man for wanting me."
"Where did you meet him?"
"He drove the taxi I took home from shopping. Only we didn't
get to my house very quickly. He stopped in a deserted street, and
in broad daylight he fucked me all those ways that I told you about,
right there, in the back of his car. It all started quite innocently.
I could see that he was watching me in the rear view mirror, so
I gave him a bit of a show. You know, just the way you like me to.
I crossed my legs very slowly so he could see right up to the skimpy
panties that barely covered my cunt. The dress is ultra short so
that sitting in the cab, it kept inching its way up my nylon covered
thighs until it crept all the way past my bottom. I didn't push
the dress down, content to display my alluring curves to this strong,
silent man. This man, that in the deep swirling recesses of my mind,
I fantasized could be you.
"I guess he couldn't stand the delectable sight of my luscious
body just inches away from him, sitting revealingly on the back
seat of his taxi, because he suddenly stopped the car without the
usual explanation proffered by lost taxi drivers. I was tempted
to ask what he was doing, but I thought better of it. We both knew
what was about to happen. The atmosphere in the cramped space of
the taxi was supercharged with a high voltage that cracked lightening
bolts of sexual anticipation across every curve of my being. My
body tingled as each little hair on my body stood to attention.
"He didn't say a word, knowing from the way I smiled and licked
my lips that I was a willing participant in his broad daylight backseat
tryst. He simply got in the back of the taxi, and I slid down on
the seat like a teenager at the drive in movies. I lifted up my
bottom so he could pull off my tights, and then without further
ceremony my panties came slithery off. The little lace things were
soaked. As were the tops of my thighs. I could feel the tackiness
of my pubic hair sticking to the soft tender flesh just below my
sex. Bowing to the pressure of his forceful hand, I opened my legs
and closed my eyes in that suggestively submissive way you find
so attractive, tacitly allowing him to have his way with me.
"It was the strangest love making I've experienced. He never
spoke. He never even kissed me. It was like watching a silent movie
or perhaps dreaming the whole thing. It was so very surrealistic.
He just fucked me. First in the pussy with long slow strokes that
forced me against the side of the taxi. I pressed against him with
all my might, grinding my cunt into him, letting the bushy mass
surrounding his cock rub over my sex. He was quite the sexpert,
titillating my throbbing button with every purposeful ripple of
his buttocks. I felt his orgasm pounding to a climax within his
cock, but he remained taciturn, almost robot like in his persistence
in maintaining that same slow, deliberate, excruciatingly cunt wetting
"In perfect silence he came inside of me, a slight grimace
breaking the controlled expression he fought to maintain. Never
once did he stop fucking me so reservedly. It was maddening. I wanted
to make him scream with lust, but no matter how I wriggled or tightened
my cunt as he came, the only reaction I felt was the warmth of his
juice filling my drenched cavity.
"He was not satiated, and neither were my own desires. I'd
resolved to grind away at him, coaxing forth my release, when he
suddenly pulled out his cock. I had my eyes closed when his unexpected
withdrawal occurred, but by the time I had them opened he'd straddled
my body and was thrusting his dripping length at my face. In self
defense I swallowed it whole, taking his dick completely in my mouth,
the tender, swollen cockhead nestling at the rear of my throat.
He grabbed my head at the back with his hands and masturbated his
cock by moving my dazed head backwards and forwards in a rocking
motion. I pressed my tongue firmly against the underside of his
shaft, cradling the intruder like some tasty morsel of succulent
tropical fruit. Each time his penis slid in and out of my tightly
clasped lips I enfolded my tongue around every ridge and bulging
vein of his steadfastly erect cock, becoming intimately aware of
every pleasure-inducing nuance of his staff.
"Sucking with all my might I tried to refuse his withdrawal
from my mouth, always winning his cock's plunging return. At the
apex of his stroke I could feel his velvet head expand with a blood
rush expectation to fill my throat, threatening to choke me with
its desire. It was at one of these pinnacles of ecstasy, when I
suddenly felt his erection convulse, and a warm salty liquid drown
my palate. He held his cock at this point, pouring forth its nectar
into my throat. I eagerly drank all it offered until I was intoxicated
with his come.
"I began to wonder if this was not some rare sexual superman.
He had orgasmed twice within a matter of minutes and stayed rock
hard throughout the entirely pleasurable experience. My musings
were further strengthened when he rolled me over, roughly hoisted
my buttocks into the air, and in one swift movement entered my bottom
with his still resilient tumescence. The hard cock, now extremely
moist from my sucking, sank deeply into my ass. I gasped at the
penetration, almost blacking out from the intensity that seared
up from my anus, burning through me, igniting raging fires of desire
in places lust rarely called home.
"My fingers, my toes, my ears, my eyelids every part of me
boiled sexually, as if my orgasm had somehow spread like wildfire
to every cell of my body. And his was the torch that ignited my
inferno. An arsonist of lust, he reached under my body and clasped
my sex with his hot fingers. With each splitting thrust of his stoic
member he kneaded the flesh of my pussy, massaging my sensitive
clitoris with the folds of my labia. It was a sensation unlike anything
I have ever experienced. Words fail me in trying to describe it
to you, but I'm sure you understand. I screamed as I came, going
into convulsions that ripped his third orgasm from deep within his
balls. Finally spent, he released his grip of me, and I collapsed
forward onto the car seat, delirious with the excess my body had
"I kept thinking to myself as I lay there that he had come
each time we'd fucked. In the pussy, in the mouth and in my bottom.
Three times he came, all in the space of a few minutes. And through
it all he stayed very hard. As a woman I am used to being the one
to pace my sexual exploits, coming several times, often by my own
hand as my male partner recovers from the effects of my insatiable
appetite. But this was so unexpected it was thrilling to be used
so. It was like making love to a woman with a dick!
"I moaned and I groaned very loudly through all his penetrations
and he never uttered a sound. Even when he came. And when he'd finished
with me, he took my tights and panties and wiped them on me and
then on him. And without so much as a thank you kiss he put my sodden
undergarments into his jacket, got back into the front of his cab,
and drove me to my house. Even when we arrived, he still didn't
say anything. He just stopped the car, opened the door for me, I
got out, he shut it and drove off. He didn't say a word. He didn't
even try to collect the fare. I guess I was it."
"Oh that was wonderful, Sophie."
"Did you come, Wesley?"
"Oh yes! It was awesome."
"You sly dog. You were as quiet as that taxi driver. Tell me,
at what part did you come?"
"Where you were describing sitting in the car with your dress
riding up past your bottom. I could imagine seeing it. I couldn't
control myself. That was the first. I came three times actually."
"That's what I want, Wesley. I want you to lose control with
"I always do."
"Until next time."
"Goodnight, my dear. And oh, Sophie, I almost forgot to ask
you. Do you want your tights and panties back?"
"Hah Hah, you are wicked, Wesley. Very wicked. Goodnight. Sweet