Cab Driver

I feel the driver hitch my dress up around my waist exposing my rear end. I use one hand to pull the lacy panty fabric out of the way to give the driver access to my asshole, the other holds onto the steering wheel for grip. I wriggle around with my ass, seeking to get his cock head against my entrance. I soon feel the driver steady his organ and take aim, fitting the glistening, moist, plum-coloured tip against my boy pussy.

"Oh God, you've got me so hard," moaned the driver.

My breath was coming in ragged gasps, but I managed to reply "I want to feel you in my ass."

With that I relax my ass, opening up my sphincter. I lower myself down, sliding onto his swollen penis, feeling it slip slowly into my anus. I had done a good job lubing him, his cock meeting little resistance as it glides deep into my bowels, filling me gloriously, making me moan. I keep going until I am sitting right in his lap, his balls nestled snugly between my ass cheeks. I clench at his cock with my ass, and feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he moans. Then I flex my thighs, and draw back up his shaft, until I feel the rim of his swollen cock head against the inside of my asshole, at which point I begin the long, slow downward stroke again. Soon I am riding him to a slow, unhurried, steady rhythm. Up.. Down... Up... Down...

Our sighs, moans and heavy breathing have fogged the car windows thoroughly. As we fuck, I watch the thick, hot, musky, sweat scented air condense and run down the windows. Now holding the steering wheel with both hands, I feel like a little kid on one of those rides at the supermarket as I ease myself up and down the length of his erection. The driver reaches around me and starts to fondle my chest. He whispers lust-filled incentives in my ear as he sits back and lets me slowly ride him:

"Your ass feels so good around my cock. I love the feeling of your panties against me. Oh yes..."

I am lost in the intense delight of each stroke, groaning heavily on each downward plunge.