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A Taxi Drivers Tale - 2
by Speeding Hornet (speedinghornet@gmail.com)
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One of Taxi Drivers earliest conquests, finding herself
left all alone and heavily intoxicated Nikki finds
herself being taken home for a night she'll never
forget. (MF, nc, rp, bd)
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Tale 2: Hen Night
I could see the pistols pointing right at me.
Stopping the taxi parallel to the pavement, I prepared
for the barrage of noise. I electronically dropped the
window and leant over the front passenger seat asking
the obligatory "Where to?"
There were 7 of them all aged late teens to early 20's
at a guess cackling and squawking away, all dressed in
a common theme. All dressed as Cowgirls... a mixture of
denims, checked shirts, Fancy dress style Stetson hats
and fake plastic pistols. One too many Alcopops or
cocktails had gone to all their heads.
A dark skinned girl with straight black hair crouched
down level with my window; I noticed she had striking
blue eyes. Aiming a pistol in my face, "Pertchoo" she
mimicked the sound of the gun.
"Thanks for stopping" she said in a dreamy voice "My
friend's had a bit too much to drink and needs to go
home, can you take her to the Windsor Estate. Please"
she raised her eyebrows seductively.
Great, I thought a heavily intoxicated girl to one of
the least savoury parts of town. Visions of cleaning
sick from my car at the least ran through my mind, I
was about to refuse when on unsteady feet two of the
other Cowgirls led my fare to the back door. Brown hair
to cut straight at the shoulder, she was of slim build.
She wore a white and red checked shirt unbuttoned and
tied in a knot above her midriff over a deep red bra
that covered ample if slightly small breasts. A wide
tan brown belt over a short light denim mini skirt,
uncovered legs were shapely and accentuated by the same
colour tan cowboy boots. Over her hands in front of her
she carried a denim jacket. Had she not been heavily
intoxicated she could have been very attractive.
"Ok," I found myself nodding in agreement, not even
myself sure why, as the back door of the cab was pulled
open and she was dropped heavily into the back seat,
immediately she fell flat on her back as another friend
swung her legs into the back seat.
"You'll be alright Nikki," one of them assured her as
she was sat upright on the back seat.
The dark skinned girl who'd stood granting me a
fantastic view of her breasts profile, supported by a
black bra behind only a leather waistcoat, leaned back
in through the window and passed me a twenty note. "15,
Rosemount Ave on the Windsor Estate... keep an eye on
her. This is for your trouble."
This girl seemed worldly and I also sensed keen to
ditch her friend who'd become a burden, It was no more
than a fiver to the Estate, she knew this, but could
probably sense or anticipate my caution and wanted to
get on with the rest of her night out.
"This is wrong," I heard one of them say. "Someone
should go with her."
"She'll be fine," another countered, "it's only ten
thirty. Why spoil a night out because she's had a bit
too much, this always happens."
"Yeah but not tonight, we should have look..."
The back passenger door was shut from outside, the
remainder of the conversation inaudible as a red haired
girl leant now in through the passenger window.
"Nikki...Nikki" my fare in the back stirred "We got ya
a Taxi... you'll be fine luv." Turning to me chewing on
gum she said, "Go on get going."
I revved the engine and made to pull away from the curb
into the night traffic.
"Wait, wait, wait!" a hand frantically slapped from and
along the side of the car, 'what now?' I thought
Through the still open window a long elegant arm
reached in and then the face of the dark skinned girl
reappeared. She giggled as she looked back at her
friend slumped their. "You'll probably need this."
Holding out my hand she dropped a small silver key into
the palm of my hand. Confused I placed it into the
dashboard storage compartment. I looked up to question
her but she was gone, laughing and joking as she
tottered along the pavement to join the other 5 who
were already making their way to the nearest bar on
'Neville Street'. I admired her form longingly, in the
rear view mirror until she was lost from sight. She was
wearing only the waistcoat over a short black denim
mini skirt and long light brown legs were accentuated
by strappy high heels.
Ignoring primeval urges and pulling back into the main
street traffic just ahead of another taxi I made my way
out of the City and on to the Dual Carriage way that
provided the quickest access to the Windsor Estate.
Ever conscious of my drunken ride I kept an eye on her
and flicked on the rear passenger light. She was
attractive, even with her eyes closed beneath a
straight cut fringe I could see that, lightly made up
she had a delicate narrow nose and small thin mouth.
Her face was slim and angular. A long neck gave way to
a slim frame, her breasts weren't large but would I
guess be sufficient if freed of her clothing. I could
see no more of her as the jacket still draped over her
arms lay across her legs now also.
She stirred as I pulled off the dual carriageway and we
made our way around a round-a-bout
"What...where..." She stammered.
"It's alright," I said. "I'm taking you home".
Alert her eyes sprung open, they were deep and dark in
colour.
"Where'shh my friendsh," she panicked her words slurred
by the alcohol she'd consumed. "Amber? Denise?"
"They are still up town," I replied. "You were too
drunk so they sent you home."
"I wanna go back," she demanded flopping her head back
on the head rest and groaning "you must take me back.
"Is that such a good idea," I said hitting the
indicator to turn left. "We are practically home now."
Pulling the car into the entrance for the Windsor
Estate I scanned my eyes over the run down looking
residences, built 50 years ago little had changed since
in appearance at least, to say that the area was run
down could actually be paying it a compliment. I rarely
and less so since my mugging, took fares to or from
here.
"I hate them... I hate them all they alwaysssh do this
alwaysssh," she slurred. "Espeshially tonight."
"What's tonight?" I enquired.
"It'shh my Hen Night... I'm getting married nexsthh
week."
In that split second only my heart actually went out to
her. Poor cow ditched on her big night out. Taking a
left I drove along the row of houses labeled 'Rosemount
Avenue'. Number 15 was a bungalow on the right hand
side, accessed by a path through an uncared for garden.
I parked up, leaving the engine running.
"At least they paid your cab," I quipped. She did not
respond.
Reaching over to the door release she pulled at the
handle with both hands. "What tha..." she spoke
confused and exasperated. Her jacket had slid up her
arms as she reached exposing her forearms for the first
time it was apparent that both her wrists were bound by
handcuffs.
Without thinking I reached into the tray on the
dashboard took the key I'd been handed and slid it into
my rear pocket. Hunger burned within me
"Oh dear," I mocked. "Seems to me they've left you in a
predicament."
"Shit!" she said. "They put theesh on me in that 80's
bar." She managed to push the rear door open with her
booted left foot.
"Steady," I said unhappy at her robust approach to
exiting my cab. "Let me help you."
Switching off the engine I jumped out of the front seat
and hurried to the rear left door, she'd swung both her
legs around and out now and taking her left elbow I
aided her to her unsteady feet.
Looking up at me embarrassed by her predicament and
drunkenness she spoke gently still slurred, "Thankssh
you."
"Will you be alright?" I asked
"Gesh sho," she fumbled for her jacket but was unable
to move it with her bound wrists. "Can you get my
Keysss for meee."
Taking her jacket from her I searched her pocket and
found a set of door keys handing her jacket to her left
bound wrist and the keys to her right. "Thankssh
again," she said as she stumbled past me up the path to
the front door.
I watched in amusement, casting my eye up her booted
legs and onto her firm ass obscured by the short mini
skirt. As she made it to the front door I was almost
amazed that she had the cohesion to turn the key in the
lock, removing the key she pulled down on the door
handle and then fell face first through the doorway
into the hallway beyond.
Locking the car I made my way up the front path, not
bothering to put on my jacket, I wore a T-shirt, Jeans
and trainers.
As I picked her up off the floor I reminisced that it
had been 3 months since I'd last followed a fare into
their house. Strictly speaking I hadn't followed that
night. My mind raced at the memory of that intrusion at
Belgravia Road, an intrusion in more ways than one.
Three months with no ramifications however.
Her skirt had ridden up as she lay there crumpled on
the floor and I could see that she wore plain white
panties under her skirt. Although not the most erotic
of visions I felt my pulse quicken, the groin stir.
Fighting the urge to close the front door and take her
here I placed my arms around her waist and pulled her
to her feet. She giggled and leant up against me head
on my chest; stood to her full height I guess she would
not have been any taller than my shoulders.
"OK?" I asked. She nodded yes.
Looking down the bungalow hallway I could see it was
small and badly and untastefully decorated, there
weren't many possessions of note. There were only 3
rooms at the far end a kitchen diner, to our immediate
left behind a closed door was a living room I guessed
as to open to my left I could see through a doorway lit
by a glowing bed side lamp, a double bed which must
have been en suit.
I led her one foot tripping over the other to the
Kitchen and switched on the lights this could be so
easy, a fluorescent strip bulb lit a light green room,
oven, sink, fridge freezer and dining table with 4
chairs around it, a back door on the far wall. As the
light starkly illuminated the room she raised her still
bound hands to her eyes shielding them against the
brightness. I propped her against the wall.
I flicked on the kettle turning to face her, "Coffee?"
I offered knowing I had no intension of sobering her up
as I stared at her.
Taking her in as whole for the first time under the
harsh bright light I ran my eyes over all of her. She
was attractive, that I'd concluded in the taxi, her
body was slim but not petite her curves average... no
different to a hundred girls you pass each day I
pondered, she had long delicate arms that were shackled
in front of her slim, but not toned, midriff exposed by
the knot and the fashion in which her shirt was tied.
Her legs were shapely and fairly long enhanced by that
mini skirt and those cowboy boots they were easily her
best feature.
I imagined running my hands up her legs under that
short skirt towards what was beneath.
"You're naughty," she almost giggled.
Had she seen me, even through her drunken haze seen how
I'd mentally undressed her.
"You're very naughty," she continued. "You shouldn't be
here... I'm about to get married."
"Only helping" I said looking toward her. "Where's your
bloke then, someone to look after you?"
"He's... in," she thought momentarily confused. "He's
in Amshertedam on hish shag weekend..."
I smiled, amused at her innocent slip of language as
she struggled to make sense. I smiled also anticipating
no further interruptions, ditched by her friends her
partner miles from home I had her to myself.
Then she made to walk towards me but tripped over her
own feet and lurched forward, acting quickly I caught
her by the waist as her bound hands grasped at thin
air, to stop herself. She crashed into my arms and I
stumbled with her eventually turning her and pressing
her against and perching her ass on the kitchen work
surface to support her.
Her legs parted I stood between them pressed against
her, my cock bulged in my jeans pressed up to her. She
breathed deeply, drink heavy on her breath I could now
smell by our close proximity. Looking up through heavy
drunken eyes she purred, "My hero."
I grinned and made to push her away. As I did she
pulled her bound wrists up and hooked them over my head
onto the back of my neck. She pulled her mouth to my
ear and standing on tip toe whispered, "I think I need
my bed."
What was this, an innocent drunken act without
thinking, a misguided thought process, or a blatant
invitation?
My head swam as I contemplated my next move, my dick
started to swell as she leaned pressed against me.
Whatever it was how could I not oblige?
Unhooking her wrists from my neck I turned her and
leading her by the arm I walked her back down the
hallway and into the bedroom. The bedroom was as
cheaply decorated as the rest of the house that I'd
seen, white and grey with poor quality furniture. The
bed with a metal frame head board sported an at least
matching white and grey duvet and white pillows. I
dropped her down onto the bed and she stretched out
over the bed her bound wrist level with her face as she
turned away from me.
I stood there and watched still fully dressed she drew
her knees up to her waist. Through the intoxicating
effect of the excess drink coursing through her she
slept unconsciously almost within a matter of minutes.
Knowing I could leave at any time, knowing I should
leave fighting my conscience I paced lightly around the
bed, sensing deep down what I knew I was about to do. I
walked to the bedroom door, my eyes not leaving her
body curled up on the bed. Reaching out to the door I
closed it shut. There on the back of the door protected
under a layer of plastic film was her Wedding Dress,
little detail was visible but I could see it was pure
white. Reaching down to the bed side table as she
rolled over to face toward me I clicked the lamp off
and plunged the room into darkness.
She sighed yet remained motionless; I could still make
her out by the light of the room that poured through
open curtains an almost orange tint to everything from
the street lights beyond.
I opened the top draw of a chest of draws and rummaging
found quickly what I needed. I removed a pair of thick
black tights – perfect. Standing over the bed I tore
the legs apart of each tight through the gusset. I
placed one leg into my back pocket.
I knelt up onto the left side of the bed which she did
not occupy. Leaning over her I took her handcuffed
wrists and stretched them up over her head, she did not
stir. I rolled her onto her back and knelt either side
of her body. Pulling her arms up above her head I tied
one end of the leg of the tights to the cuffs which
restrained her wrists. I then reached up and secured
the loose end to the metal framed head board. Pulling
the knot I made it as tight as I could.
With all haste I dismounted the bed and stood at the
end of the bed admiring my capture. Taking the
remaining leg of the tights from my back pocket I
pulled the leg down over my face, an old fashioned
disguise but more than adequate by the dull light of
the room should she wake. Reaching up by the ankle I
took her right cowboy boot and slid her across the bed.
Still unconscious from the alcohol I pulled her left
and right legs apart.
Then sitting down next to her on the left hand side of
the bed I reached across and placed my left hand just
above her right knee and placed my right hand similarly
on her left leg. Simultaneously I ran my hands over the
soft skin of the tops of her legs.
I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs, my
hands pushing further up her thighs to the hem of her
denim skirt, I pushed them both under the skirt and up
to the white pants viewed earlier that protected her
modesty. Sliding my hands over her lifeless legs I
pulled at the waist band of her underwear and eased
them gently down over her shapely ass and then past her
thighs and her knees.
I struggled to pull them over the boots she wore but
wanted to keep them, the boots that is, on her. As the
elastic finally gave over the heel of her boots I
finally removed her pants and flung them to the floor.
My dick ached to be released. Deftly my hands pushed
back up under skirt this time pushing it high up off
her thighs and onto her waist, as well as out from
under her ass. It now rested as a creased belt pulled
around her waist her unshaven, but by no means unruly,
hairy entrance faced me, invited me.
Reaching down I unzipped my fly and released my now
rock hard member from my boxer shorts. Still she
remained unmoving her exposed cleavage and the tops of
her breasts visible from that dark red bra rose and
fell as she breathed heavy with false alcohol induced
sleep. Lowering my body onto hers reaching below me I
positioned myself to enter her.
I pulled at the knot that tied her checked shirt at her
midriff and let it fall to her sides, reaching up I
cupped and caressed at her breasts through the bra,
then as I positioned my cock right up against her with
my hips I pulled down the cups of her bra to reveal her
perk little tits, I toyed and pulled at them as my cock
pushed partially into her at the same time.
She groaned in her sleep, leaving her tits I placed my
hands on her hips to leverage my entry, hands pressing
on her hips over the pulled up skirt and belt she still
wore, gaining entry was difficult, her entrance so
tight.
Dismounting partially I pulled up the tight leg mask I
wore and spat into my right palm and rubbed saliva over
the tip and down the shaft of my engorged cock that was
begging to enter her. I reached down and pulled her
legs up and apart bending them at the knee as they
butter-flied open.
Lying back on top of her I placed 2 fingers into her
and spread her lips as repositioning my cock I pressed
hard against her and began to work my member into her,
with gentle penetrative thrusts.
Eventually after intense pressure I felt my cock work
into her opening and I sunk the whole of my length and
girth into her tight opening with the next rhythmic
thrusts.
Even with her legs parted as wide as I'd positioned
them she felt so tight as I began sliding in and out of
her my chest pressed down on her my arms slipped up to
grab the top of the mattress to impale her as much as I
could onto me.
She wasn't naturally lubricated I accepted but she felt
so restrictive, so tight pulled around my large cock.
She fitted snug and new and that's when it crossed my
mind.
She could be no more than 20, was it possible, even in
the depths of the hell like Windsor Estate that she was
unused, had never taken a man fully in her. She was
young to be getting married, though most her age on
this estate had kids of their own, virginity lost after
a bottle of cider up the recreation ground. Surely
no...surely she had not been saving herself.
Waist deep in her though I quickened my pace, spurred
on and senses heightened by my thoughts and her
undeniable physical tightness. Thrusting now
penetrating deeper and deeper into her. Lifeless as she
lay there I slid my hands under her back and down to
grab at the waist band of her skirt bunched at her
lower back.
Finding purchase with the belt she wore I pulled my
neck and head over her shoulder and buried my head into
the nape of her neck. Pulling her into me by the
waistband I soon made satisfactory purchase and
controlled her body as I thrust and impaled deep into
her.
Realising nothing would be gained by prolonging my
style. The lack of interaction from her flaccid body
not helping my cause I quickened my pace my hips
slapping down on her, my dick rubbing deep and tight
against her entrance, locked almost tight around me.
Several minutes passed, continually coaxed by the
confines of her tight inner passage I felt my seed
begin to rise. Taking my hands from under her I reached
out and took the head board either side of where the
tights bound her handcuffed wrists. Her whole body
rocked backwards and forwards under my momentum, the
perfect little breasts bounced back and forth also. I
watched them as I looked down her body lay out under
me, legs spread unwittingly under my weight.
Looking back up her I noticed her tits once more and
then taking in her shoulders and neck my eyes scanned
her face, that delicate mouth closed shut. I looked
then to her eyes.
Eyes wide open. Deep, dark and wide open and staring
into the ceiling past me, past me and the improvised
mask I wore, a tear ran down the side of her face. I
felt my balls begin to tighten her stare nearly broke
my stride but every sense in my body urged to continue.
I thrust 2 or 3 more times deep into her now loosening
crack grabbing the head board I felt my cock quiver as
pre cum seeped from it.
I felt my girth widen as cum flooded my tubes; ready to
cascade into her nubile opening. Awake she would feel
the warmth this explosion would cause in her. I felt my
cock twitch I pulled my shoulders and head back away
from her arching my back to sink as deep into her as I
could.
In an explosion I felt my load spray into her, looking
down she didn't flinch amazed what was happening,
amazed and fearful. I convulsed again and shot another
load into her each drop I ejaculated swam deep into
her.
I dropped down onto her and pushed myself away,
involuntarily her tightness engulfed my swollen cock
and it was with a degree of difficulty that I pulled
myself out of her.
Standing I pulled my jeans from my hips back onto my
waist stowing my cock back in my boxers, below the
mask, sweat caked my forehead. Taking the key I
released her wrists from the handcuffs, there was only
the briefest outline where they had been bound to her
since I'd met her.
I untied them from the head board and with the leg of
the tights still attached I stuffed them into my pocket
with the key. I brought her arms down to her sides, she
still stared upwards motionless the only movement was
that of her exposed chest as her breath heavy in her
lungs it rose and fell.
I opened the bedroom door, hung there the hem of the
wedding dress dragged across the floor as I did so. Not
even looking back I entered the hallway and made with
pace for the front door my own breath heavy in my lungs
from my exertion.
Before leaving I pulled the leg of the tights from my
face. I exited and pulling the door to behind me
checked the street I unlocked my car from her doorway
and swiftly against the chill of the night made my way
to the Taxi. On the other side of the Estate I could
hear an intruder alarm as I climbed into the car and
shut the door behind me.
Driving away at a steady pace I saw another car swing
into the pavement I had just vacated. I drove to the
end of Rosemount Avenue and turned around halfway back
to hers I passed another Taxi. Passing Nikki's house I
shielded my face to avoid being spotted, 2 of her
friends from earlier had returned. No doubt concern had
got the better of them, concern at what could happen to
their friend – too late. I could see them slapping
hands on the door in an attempt to be heard.
'That was too close,' I thought as I drove away.
I took my mobile phone from the dash and speed dialed
number 5 a familiar voice answered.
"How do?"
"Very well Frank, very well," I replied. "Listen I've
been thinking about your proposition and I'm in. We'll
need to look at the legal side of things and draw up
contracts but it could be just the opening I'm looking
for at the moment."
Frank and I talked as I drove back into town, it was
reasonably early, there were still plenty of Fare's to
be had. We talked about his plans to which he welcomed
my investment before we wandered off topic onto sport
and TV.
Pulling my car up in a back street behind 'Neville
Street' the main bar and club area I turned off the
engine and wished Frank goodbye.
Deciding to grab a coffee, on getting out of the car in
a darkened doorway I could hear the unmistakable sounds
of sex. Peering into the gloom I could see a tall well
built white male in a white shirt and dark trousers
pressing his conquest forcefully but freely up against
a fire escape door, her exposed legs wrapped around
his. She was close to climax and soon squealed in
delight.
He dropped her delicately to the floor and she stepped
into the dim light of the back street pulling her skirt
down as she did, buttoning her leather waistcoat.
"Sorry," I said finding myself inadvertently stumbling
on their public display. He gave me a knowing look as
if to say 'Did you see how I just nailed her?'
She flushed embarrassed and possibly even more so as
she tried to place me, as a look of recognition flashed
across her well defined dark skinned face.
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