Cab Driver

The pleasure of his cock inching deep into me is breath- taking: the solid organ streching me sends my insides into spasms of joy. Slowly my pace begins to increase. My penis has gone limp from the intense effort of keeping his good-sized rod in my anal cavity, but as he slides his hand down the front of my dress and begins to rub it, it soon swells and begins to grow hard again. I pull my dress of over the top of my head as I ride him, and dispose of it into the back seat. One of the drivers' hands goes from my cock to the lacy fabric of my bra, and begins to stroke it reverently, the other one continuing to pump my now fully erect cock in time with my rhythm.

Our moans are becoming more desperate and lust-filled as I gradually increase the tempo. My strokes become less long and deep, more short and sharp as I ride him faster and faster. Soon I am bouncing frantically and we are both grunting and snarling as I fuck him harder and harder.

"God... Yes... Oh... Fuck me..." the driver cries as my bouncing sets the cars' suspension shaking. The intense friction on the inner folds of my rectum is driving me on, the joyous pressure on my prostate has me fit to cum. I can feel the sensation inevitably building, and I beg the driver to wank me faster. My head is bobbing like a chickens' as I continue to violently rub the inside of my ass on his erect penis to what feels to be a thunderous orgasm. The waves of pleasure are overlapping, blurring, reinforcing, making me pant like a dog. My body burns both with the oncoming climax and the sheer physical effort of the energetic fuck I am giving the driver.

"Ride me harder..." he yells, but I am at the limit of my abilities. The orgasm is building, and I am dimly aware I want this to last longer.

"Stop wanking me, please... I want to wait for you," I manage to beg him, my shaky voice wavering with the vibrations of the high speed fuck. I feel his hand slip from around my cock, and soon my onrushing climax slows its' approach. My cock flails widly now as I ride him, free of his strong grip, slapping loudly against my heaving belly.