1. Shag for a Fare


    Date: 7/17/2016, Categories: Fetish, Interracial Sex, Author: Irishqt1980, Source: xHamster

    I was on a break from driving my taxi when I saw her struggling with sacks of groceries from the market. The light on my taxi was off, and I watched as she tried flagging down other drivers. She set her bags down and pulled out her phone, my window was down and I heard her talking to someone. “Well I need you to come get me, I just finished at the market, my car won’t start and it looks like it’s going to rain,” She paused listening to the person on the other end and the snapped, “Well that’s bl**dy terrific, don’t pick me up, and you can stay away tonight to,” she ended the call and muttered, “bastard,” “Oy Miss, you need a ride?” I yelled from my taxi. “Aren’t you on break?” she yelled back. “Come on; let me give you a lift,” I pulled my car around and got out. Her eyes appraised me and I noticed that she licked her lips. I knew I was a good looking gent, but every time a woman licked her lips after looking at me I couldn’t help but get hard. I eyed her cautiously, a tight black skirt that was just long enough to be decent for work clung to her hips and arse, black stockings encased her legs, and I couldn’t help but notice they had a back seam that ran up the back of her leg from her ankle and disappeared under the hem of her skirt. Her blouse was bright pink and cut low clinging to her ample tits. I stood at a hundred and ninety-three centimeters and could easily see the black lacy bra that peeked out from her shirt. It was her shoes though that stopped me cold. Shiny ...
    black and they had a twelve point seven centimeter heel. bl**dy hell was she coming home from work like this? “I had sales meetings all day. Helps me land a sale if I dress a bit slutty,” she offered as if she could read my mind. “Did I say anything?” She chuckled softly and replied, “No, but the look on your face said it all.” She slid into the back of my taxi and her skirt rode up revealing my one and only pitfall when it came to woman’s lingerie. A garter belt, it was black and I wondered if the pants under the skirt matched. “Where to love?” She offered her address and as we pulled away her phone rang. “What?” she barked into the phone, “no, you can’t come get me now, I’ve gotten a taxi, and no you can’t come over tonight, come to think of it I may shag the taxi driver to thank him for rescuing me,” I pretended not to listen even though I was hanging onto every word. “What’s he look like, he’s tall, dark and handsome. I can bet his cock is bigger than yours too,” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself. Little miss had no idea. “Fine, I was getting sick of you anyway. Your stuff, yeah I’ll put your stuff on the curb,” She ended the call and muttered again, “Bastard.” “You alright Miss?” “I’m fine; my fuckwit boyfriend is being a prat.” “I’m sorry to hear that,” A moment later we arrived at her flat and I helped her with her bags even though she protested against it. “No trouble at all Miss, besides those shoes looks a bit precarious.” She opened the door to her flat and I ...
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