Taxi cab confessions

[DriveSouth]

Randy’s fingers found the spot that worked for the pretty stranger. Her knees parted to allow just the right amount of access. Her wetness made entry easy, his finger slipped in, like sliding on a kids water slide.

She bit her lip, but a tight little high pitched gasp escaped.

Randy liked the reaction; he kissed lower on her neck now, her shoulder, and a perfect angle to view the pert nipples that sprang from beneath the sweater. The night air seemed to make them harden as he looked on. Or was it the driver who had hardened them? he thought.

Deeper his finger probed, her hips tilted, aching for more – deeper.

Randy slowly withdrew his slender member. Crossing his first two fingers, as if summoning good luck, he once more plunged into her. Now her body lurched to take him in, to consume him. Randy’s lips found her nipple as the first spasm crashed, like a wave, like a gale …

 

[ranajja]

She cried out as he fingered her, first with one, then two--deeper, harder, pushing all the right buttons, touching all the right places. His head bent to her breast, suckling her hard pert nipples, first one, then the other. She buried her fingers in his hair, snarling a little as he bit and flicked her nipples with his tongue.

She looked up to the mirror, once again meeting that dark, intense gaze, and cried out as the first wave of orgasm washed over her. Her hips bucked against his hand, pushing against him, forcing him deeper, deeper.

She rode the waves of pleasure, feeling his hand, feeling his eyes. As her orgasm finally began to ebb, she closed her eyes, panting, quivering, feeling the muscles convulse against his fingers. She wanted more, needed to feel him, skin to skin.

As if on cue, the taxi came to a sudden stop. She quickly fumbled with her clothes, attempting to appear presentable, at least for as long as it took to get this man upstairs and into her bed.

She glanced up one last time to the rear view mirror and gave her watcher a slow sexy wink. Her companion quickly paid their fare as they left the taxi…

 

[Gareman]

Excited, by the scene I had just witnessed, I took one last look at the young couple. I pull away, receiving a call to a residential area not too far away... I wonder what adventure the new fare will provide...

OOC: Looking for a female to join me in my cab...any age

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

OCC:Tabitha O'Brian, 30, 5ft4in, 102lbs.red hair (almost always in a frenchbraid), green eyes, cliched sprinkling of freckles on pale translucent skin, a livid bruise just beginning to show on her right temple...


"I've got to get out of here fast!" I tried not to yell into the taxi as I catapulted myself inside. I slammed the door shut and tried to calm myself. I took several deep breaths. Anger gave me strength to control my jagged nerves. I was finally able to say to the cab driver, "I hope you are able to take a beaten woman to her mother's all the way on the coast. If you are, I'll throw in my story as a bonus." It took all the courage I had to meet the eyes in the rearview mirror.

 

[Gareman]

She looked very frightened. I pulled away quickly.

"Are you okay ?" I asked. "I mean should we go to the police station ?"

I began driving, wondering how she knew of my story fetish. Had she ridden with me before ? I didn't remember her ...

 

[Guest]

"No, I don't need to go to a police station. I just need a little TLC from my mom. When I called the dispatcher, she said the only one who would drive me all that way was you and only if I threw in my story."

"Really, it looks worse that it is," I said as I gingerly touched the bruise. "Would you believe that I actually asked for this, this bruise and many others that you can't see?" I look up into that rearview mirror.

"So, how about it? Would the story of a pain slut entice you to make that long drive?"

 

[Gareman]

Her opening intrigued me. I had felt sorry for her and would have driven her out of pity. But now, I had another idea...

"Okay here's the deal, I will drive you half-way for the story. Once we reach the half-way point, we negotiate the price for the rest of the trip."

I knew what a long drive I was in for. I had driven that barren stretch many times. It had to be worth my while to drive it again... I placed my camcorder in the bracket that I had installed on the top of the passenger seat. Hitting the record button I asked, "Deal ?"....

 

[Guest]

I looked at him for a long minute, wondering what would be in store for me once we were half-way there. I didn't have much choice, though, if I wanted to get to the coast.

"Deal," I finally said.

"You know what a pain slut is, don't you? A masochist..." I stopped, to gauge his reactions. I couldn't read him, so I went on. "I've always be turned on by pain mixed with pleasure. Nipple clamps on my erect nipples, making love on a bed of roses, each thrust driving the thorns deeper into my back, hot wax on my clit....

"I could go on, but I'm sure you get the idea. Anyway, for masochist's their exists a fine line. On one side of it lies the pallid territory of vanilla sex. On the other, brutality with no sexual appeal whatsoever. You have no idea how difficult it is for a masochist to find a compatible lover. I've had men who I had to beg to hurt me who couldn't so much as slap me across the face. I've met others that scared me so much that I never found out how far they would go, I didn't want to end up dead. I've had a very frustrating lovelife.

"Until three months ago..." I looked up and smiled.

 

[Gareman]

I glanced at her through the mirror, fascinated by her story. By her appearance, I'd never have guessed that her tastes ran that wild. She seemed like the "girl-next-door" type, reserved and sweet. But obviously, there was more to her than met the eye.

The camera whirred over my left shoulder, capturing every movement on film. I didn't want to interrupt, so I remained silent, waiting for her to continue...

My cock hardened in anticipation... Tell me more...

 

[Guest]

I sensed that he wanted me to continue. "Well, a little over three months ago, I answered an ad in the personals. That's where I met Donald. He had place an ad for a pain slut who would like to learn how to give it. I was immediately intrigued. Don was a sadist, but he also wanted to explore his sensitivity and reaction to pain. We were mirror images of each other.

Our first meeting was intense. He gently tested my pain threshold using a thin, soft leather whip. As he began marking my body with rosy red streaks, he worked on my cunt with his fingers. He mixed pain and pleasure into an intoxicating mix. Don walked that hard-to-find line masterly. I was hooked.

 

[Gareman]

A thousand questions flooded my mind. Such a wholesome looking young lady, into such unique sexual practices...

"If I may be so bold, " I started, "would you describe that first encounter in more detail."

The voyeur in me was anxious to explore the deepest recesses of her mind. What would make a person enjoy pain ? Was it something in her childhood ? Maybe an experience, hidden well within her subconscious mind. Whatever it was, I was getting turned on and was looking for a memorable ride to the coast...

"And if you are so inclined... Please feel free to get as comfortable back there as you wish..."

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

I closed my eyes trying to dredge up every detail of my first evening with Don.

"We met at one of those outdoor cafes. My choice, I knew the sunlight glinting off my red hair would be stunning. I dressed simply, forest green linen sheeth and green sandels because it was usually hot that day. I got to the restaurant first where I sat drinking iced tea and flicking away the men who needlessly tried to pick me up. When Don showed up, I would have known him instantly even if he had not been carrying the black leather briefcase he had mentioned. His description of himself did not do him justice. He was so darkly handsome, almost in a sinister but intensely erotic way. I shivered, despite the heat. He knew me apparently knew me on sight, as well. The conversation was unusually awkward, considerly the intense phone calls we had already shared. It was because both of us could not wait to be alone, but we felt so need to observe some decorum. Finally, it got to be too much, and I invited him back to my apartment which was just three blocks away (I had chosen the cafe wisely). We walked like strangers those three blocks, not speaking or even looking at each other. As soon as the apartment door closed, we were on each other, kissing each other fiercly. My clothes didn't have a chance. He ripped the dress from my body, leaving it in shreds. I stood there in white cotton bra and panties (pure innocent white often excites sadists). 'Where is your bed?' he growed. I told him it was down the hall and to the right. He picked up his briefcase and grabbing roughly by the left wrist he pulled me over to bedroom door which he promply kicked open. He pushed me onto the bed almost as an afterthought and opened his briefcase. I couldn't see what he had gotten out until he had come over to the bed. It was four silk scarves. He proceeded in tying me spread-eagle on the bed. I noticed that the scarves were unusually loose. When I started to ask about them, he quieted me by putting his hand to my lips. 'You are tied up in a way that makes it easy for you to escape. You are free to do so at anytime. If you chose to stay bond by such loosely tied scarves, it means you WANT everything I do to you, you love it, and you want more' he said. I shuddered with anticipation. I could tell he understood the masochistic. Being tied up tightly and held against my will was not nearly as erotic as knowing I could free myself at anytime. Just by staying, I was begging for more, I was acknowledging I needed more. He returned to his briefcase and returned with a 8" knife. Loose bonds or not, any woman if going to feel fear, and I was no different. He sat on the edge of the bed. He ran the tip of the knife along the outline of brassiere. My chest was heaving from my rapid breathing but he was very careful and didn't draw a drop of blood. I didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed. In three lightening fast cuts, my bra was no more and my breasts were exposed. I have very large nipples of a deep coral and he just looked at them for several long moments, making me feel vulnerable and exposed. My nipples betrayed that feeling and became quite erect under his scrutiny. He kissed my then, not gently, but possessively and then his mouth was on my right nipple. He licked and sucked until I started to moan, then he moved his mouth to my left tit. The feeling was so sweet, I was in ecstasy... especially when he took my right nipple in his fingers and started to squeeze to the point of pain and beyond. I was delirious with the feelings that this treatment produced. The intense pleasure of his mouth and the sweet pain of his hand as he twisted and mauled my right tit."

I released at this point in my monologue that I was breathing almost as heavy as I had that day, and that somehow my hands had moved to my breasts. I had been unconsiously twisting and squeezing my nipples through my thin blouse. I looked up and asked, "Shall I go on?"

 

[Gareman]

I watched her in my mirror. Her fingers pinching her large nipples through the thin fabric of her blouse. She was enjoying, reliving her experience and so was I. As I watched her I wondered what it would be like inflicting pain on another. My cock began to tingle, thinking of making my passenger squirm. Giving her the right dose of pain to send her over the edge...

As I returned my attention to the road, I noticed raindrops starting to hit the windshield. Slowly, at first, but then increasing in intensity as we drove into the storm. A bolt of lightning flashed in the distance, followed by a low rumble of thunder. The sound of large drops of rain rhythmically hitting the roof of the taxi gave me an incredibly warm feeling inside. I loved thunder storms. maybe it was the dark side in me. Maybe my pretty passenger could help me define that dark side a little better...

"You're doing wonderfully," I responded, "just relax and let your mind take you back..."

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

I held my driver's gaze for a few more moments. I saw something dark and exciting flash in them. I was distinctly and unmistably drawn to this stranger. My story seemed to be having an effect on him, too. "Was that a good thing," I asked myself. I couldn't decide... yet.

"Before I go on, might I have the pleasure of your name?" I arched an eyebrow. The effort caused my temple to throb a little and I winced. I couldn't help but hide a small smile. I was beginning to enjoy displaying my pain in front of him. I know I enjoyed telling him my story. I wanted to continue, to tell him all of it. I wanted to make him hot. I wanted to explore those dark flashes I had seen in his eyes.

 

[Gareman]

"My name is Nick," I stammered, mesmerized by her story. Our eyes were locked, held by some unmistakeable force, joined in the shiny mirror of the cab. I held her gaze as long as I could before refocusing on the road.

The lightning was now striking much closer... Sharp stabbing flashes lighting up the sky, followed by deafening claps of thunder. My sexual excitement was building... Alone in the cab, in the middle of nowhere with a woman who has an extremely open mind about sex. If I were to pull over now, would she fight ? I glanced back, smiling, wondering if she could imagine the thoughts racing through my mind...

"I don't think you've mentioned your name either," I added, focusing my eyes on her erect nipples, distinctly visible through the sheer fabric of her blouse...

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

"My name is Tabitha," I told him, "Tabitha O'Brian." I laughed. "It seems we are now properly acquainted."

I knew now that I was getting to him. I relished the sense of power that I felt. The power that I had come to enjoy exercising with Don, but that was getting ahead of my story...

I closed my eyes again and willed myself back to my apartment, back to my first encounter with Don.

"All too quickly Don stopped teasing and torturing my breasts. I opened my eyes, pleading for more. But, he was out of sight for a moment. He returned quickly and with the knife. He held it above me, slowly twisting it in the light. My back arched against my will, I was begging for whatever he would do to me. He lowered the point to my right hip. Flick, he cut the side of my panties. He moved the knife over to my left hip. This time, as he cut that side of my panties, he drew blood. The knife tip made an inch long scratch, not deep at all, not much deeper than a paper cut. Blood welled up almost instantly. As Don removed my panties, they became stained by droplets of my blood. The sight was incredibly erotic. I still have those panties... somewhere. Then Don fixed his mouth on the open wound. He licked and sucked until pain and pleasure became one, undistinguishable in my mind. I struggled to open my legs wider without releasing myself from my bonds. When he stopped his ministrations, I noticed that the bleeding had stopped. When Don returned, I saw that he had a soft leather whip which was very thin..."

I had lost myself again in my story. This time my fingers had crept up under my long plaid skirt. They had dug under the crotch of my panties and I had started to rub my clit, giving myself pleasure as I remembered the pain.

 

[Gareman]

My lust was starting to get the best of me... I stared into the mirror, watching Tabitha masturbate.. My own hand found the large bulge in my pants and I began rubbing myself. I was beginning to lose it.

"That's it Tabitha, let it happen. Why don't you slide those panties off so you can really enjoy yourself," I offered, hoping she'd comply.

The sound of the rain pelting the cab, mixed with her sweet sexy voice. As she told her story, small moans began eminating from her. God, she sounded so hot !!!

I tried desperately to concentrate on driving, but my eyes kept returning to the mirror...

"Please, tell me more !"

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

Did I dare? "Why not," I thought to myself. I unbutton the front of my blouse and spread it open. I had no bra on. I had dressed too quickly in my flight from that house. In doing so, I knew that I was openly displaying my breasts for a virtual stranger. I went further. I removed my panties and hiked up my long skirt so that my slick, hairless pussy was visable to the driver. My display made me excited and I was surprised. Exhibitism had never held any attracted me before. "Oh well, a twisted girl like me can always use a new kink," I thought to myself.

This time before I resumed my story I consiously put one hand to my left breast. I twisted the nipple between my thumb and index finger. My other hand moved to my pubic mound and I began to gently stroke my clitoris. I closed my eyes, knowing full well that I was masturbating for this man as much as myself. I returned to my tale...

"Without warning the whip came down across my navel. The whip was thin and lightening fast. Then, three more strokes made a crisscross pattern on my midrift. I moaned. In pain, you think? No, utter pleasure. As he began with the whip, Don used his other hand to start fingering my cunt. I wanted more, and said as much. 'More, please give me more,' I begged. Was I asking for him to whip me more or was I asking for him to stroke my clit. Pain or pleasure? I was asking for both, and Don knew it. He gently stroked my thighs, not with his hands but with the whip. He used his fingers to gently rub my clit, making me drip juices onto my coverlet. I looked at the rosy pink streaks dappling my thighs. I loved the way they looked and I stretched my legs against my bonds, offering him the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. Opening my legs further did give Don better access, both for his whip and for his fingers. As his whip licked my soft white skin, he plunged two fingers up my sopping pussy, deep into my vagina. The whip wasn't finished yet. Crack! It snaked right across my left nipple. Crack! Crack! The whip can down twice more on the same breast. The pain fed the sensations I felt as Don rhythmically worked his fingers in and out of my cunt. I could feel an orgasm building. Don sensed as much. He worked another finger into my cunt, thrusting into my gasping pussy with three fingers, then four. I wanted his whole fist inside me and I begged him for it. 'Please, please, pound me! Fuck me with your fist!,' I screamed, past all caring about anything except cuming. I felt Don's hand withdraw and then return full force in a power fist. He took my cunt with his whole hand as he shoved it deep up my vagina. He was using his full strenth as he continued to whip my breasts. I move closer and closer to my building orgasm. And then, my body seized and my pussy clasped his fist in the most shattering orgasm. I thrashed my head to and fro, lost in the world of feeling. My cunt throbbed the sensations of the wrenching orgasm throughout my body. It went on and on until I was left, lieing there spent. Don gently removed his hand and dropped his whip. He kissed me with infinite sweetness and gentleness. 'Oh, Tabitha. I have learned so much about you today. We have a wonderful future.' He undid my bonds and quickly repacked his briefcase. I was still laying there, on my bed. He leaned over to kiss me again. 'I will leave you now, and I will see you tomorrow. Think about this evening while I am gone,' he said. Then, he left. I thought to myself, 'My God! I've found the perfect lover.' Little did I know how wrong I was."

My fingers were wet from the finger fucking I had been giving myself. I removed my hand from my sopping pussy. I used my mouth to suck my fingers clean before I glanced into the mirror to guage Nick's reaction.

 

[Gareman]

The rhythmic slapping of the windshield wipers combined with the gentle patter of rain on the car roof. My mind fought to remain focused, to drive safely while vivid sexual images battled for my attention. Tabitha's naked body, writhing with the pleasure her hands provided, was a powerful force in tearing my eyes from the road. Luckily, the highway was deserted and my vain attempt to navigate a straight course put us in no danger. I watched her long fingers stroking her clitoris and wondered what chance I'd have of tasting the sweet juices the coated those busy digits.

I hoped she didn't realized my sudden exit from the freeway. If she realized that we weren't headed for the coast, she may protest, wondering what our real destination was... I glanced back again, looking for signs of concern on her face, but all I saw was the unmistakeable face of lust... She was deeply immersed in her tale, she didn't have a clue what I was up to...

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

The story came out so smoothly; Nick was so incredibly easy to talk to. This was good considering the hardest part of my story was to follow.

"I had believed I had found the perfect lover. What an fool I was! Nothing perfect exists in the human race. The ecstasy of that first evening was never repeated, but I spent the next three months trying. You see, the next time I met Don he wanted to explore my darker side, my ability to inflict pain. I suppose every sadist wonders just how much he or she could take. He was no different. Don asked me come over to his home. That was his house you picked me up at. The evening started out with a candlelit Italian dinner cooked by Don. The food was insignificant to my memories. What happened next was not. Don challenged me. He asked me to explore my response to causing pain. Never before had I considered it. I did now. I kissed him and our lips met, our tongues intertwined. I used my teeth, nipping him hard enough to draw blood. I sucked his lower lip, my mouth enjoying the pain. The sense of power was exhilarating. I wanted more so I stripped him of his shirt. Long fingernails can be a dangerous weapon and I used mine that night. I slashed at his chest, opening a wound which I sucked at greedily. I could see the effect I was having on him. Don wanted more. I grabbed the candlesticks and placed them on the coffee table near the sofa. I took Don by the hand and lead him to the couch. The kiss that followed left us both hot and wanting. I quickly removed the rest of his cloths and he laid down on the sofa. For myself, I removed only my panties from underneath my long skirt. Actually, that was this skirt that I'm wearing today. Anyway, Don had become hard from the pain of my bites and scratches. I stroked his long cock with my fingernails. I could see the fear in his eyes. Would I inflict his prick with the same punishment as his chest? That fear was one of the most powerful aphrodisiac that I have ever tasted. I spared his delicate member, for the moment anyway. Instead I impaled myself, lowering my pussy onto his cock. I began to ride him with long controlled strokes. Did he notice? I don't know because I had picked up a candle, pouring hot wax onto his chest, into the scratches. Teeth clenched, eyes screwed shut, a mixture of ecstacy and pain. How many times had I been there? It wasn't long before we both came. I can not describe to you the danger presented by two people like us coming together. Two people who both enjoyed giving and receiving pain. The next few months turned into a brutal game of one-ups-manship with deadly stakes. I believed I escaped with my life when you picked me up. I ran away from the person I had become when with him as much as I escaping him. I was afraid death would become the ultimate goal and I had to get out."

"Where the hell are we?" I said as I looked around.

 

[Gareman]

Her story ended abruptly, she noticed the detour I had taken and had become alarmed. Smiling, I glanced back at her.

"Well sweetheart, we're about halfway there and it's time to negotiate the rest of the fare."

I pulled down a narrow dirt road that I had known ever since my early childhood.

"It's kind of funny, I know a lot about you....But you know nothing about me...," I laughed an evil laugh. She had awakened a sleeping monster, asleep for years... but now showing it's ugly face again...

"I think it would be best if you just do as you are told," I warned, "because Don was a pussycat compared to me..."

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

My skin became icy cold and flushed at the same time. Was I in danger or was this going to be a sexual encounter unlike anything I had ever known. I quickly glanced into the rearview mirror. Nick's eyes had definately changed. They contained the undeniable spark of something. Whatever it was, there was no way for me to tell... yet.

From the very beginning, I knew that I would find myself here. I kept on with my erotic tale as I cast myself into the control of a virtual stranger. I had been playing with fire, wanting to get burned by Nick's seering heat.

I lowered my eyes with submissive charm as he said, "I think it would be best if you just do as you are told because Don was a pussycat compared to me." Sheer terror lit through my veins. As always, fear became my potent seducer and I felt wanton need fighting the pangs of unease.

"I will of course comply," I said in a voice as steady as I could muster.

 

[Gareman]

Tabitha's fear was obvious. The frightened child tried to remain in control, but I could see the uncertainty in her eyes. Her terror fueled the deep lust that her story had ignited...

Driving down the bumpy desolate road I watched her in my mirror. So helpless... so vulnerable...so desirable.... Taking the final sweeping turn, I pulled of to the side of the road, putting the car into Park and killing the engine. We were basically in the middle of nowhere. If I hadn't had the opportunity to wander around back here, as a child, I would never have known that this place existed. There was no reason for anyone to come back here.

Removing the keys from the ignition, I get out of the car and step into the rainy night. My shoes sink into the mud below me as I walk around the taxi and open the trunk. Removing a small leather bag, I shut the trunk and return to the rear drivers side door. Opening it, I grasp Tabitha by the wrist pulling her naked body outside the vehicle. Her barefeet splash down as they hit the muddy earth... Pulling her behind me, I head toward the woods, saying nothing...letting her imagination run wild...

 

[The_Roxy_Chick]

Vulnerable wasn't the word for it. Neither was afraid. I tried not to let my imagination drive me insane as I was roughly dragged from the cab. As compliantly as I could, I made my way after Nick while he tightly gripped my wrist. His fingers dug into the delicate flesh.

How disturbing that he said nothing! I was desperate for an explanation. Anything would be better than this not knowing. Would I end up on the 11:00 news, a victim found murdered in these God forsaken woods?

I hurried to keep up with him, the pulling on my wrist painfully. Branches scraped my upper arms and breasts. Stones bruised the bottom of my feet. I forced myself to focus on the pain. It kept my mind off the unknown.

 

[Gareman]

The rain pelted us as I dragged her into the woods. She stumbled a few times, as her bare feet slipped on fallen logs and other debris. Finally reaching our destination, I grasped Tabitha by the hair and spun her around, pinnning her against a thick oak tree. Quickly, I opened my leather bag, pulling out a length of rope and securing her hands together over her head. Taking a longer piece I looped it between her bound hands and tied it, tossing the other end over a branch about 10 feet off the ground. Pulling her up until her toes barely touched the ground, I tied the other end around a small nearby tree. If she stood still, she could balance on her toes, just barely... otherwise her arms would begin to ache in a matter of minutes.

"Well, well, well Tabitha so we like pain ?" I whispered in her ear as I stood directly behind her. A flash of lightning lit up the night sky followed very closely by a loud crash of thunder. "If that is true sweetheart, tonight is your lucky night..."