Shag for a Fare

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 followed her in setting the bags on the counter.
“That’ll be fifteen quid love.”
She opened her purse and cursed softly, muttering incoherently beneath her breath.
“Everything OK Miss,”
“No, I’m short, only have five quid on me. Bugger, this day couldn’t go much worse.”
“I could call for the police.”
Her head snapped up and she stared at me. I smiled to let her know I was joking and she breathed a visible sigh of relief.
“Do you need to get back? I could make some tea?”
She slid out of her heels and walked past me to get into the kitchen, and puttered around putting things away while she placed a kettle of water on to boil.
She fiddled a bit more and put together some scones and jam and when the kettle was ready poured the water for the tea to steep.
“So how are you going to pay me for the ride Miss?”
She looked at me from across the table as I spread some jam on my scone took a bit slowly, sensually, licking the crumbs from my lips.
“I could find you tomorrow after stopping at the bank; we could meet back up at the market.”
“Naw, that won’t do. I have a banger of an idea though, you mentioned in the car something about shagging the taxi driver. I’ll let you off, if you suck my knob.”
She stood from her seat and moved over to where I was sitting. She didn’t say a word as she pressed a kiss to my bald head and worked her way down to my ear, nibbling lightly on the lobe. I groaned softly as she bit the side of my neck and ran her nails down my chest.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Put the heels back on.”
She chuckled and walked over to where the heels were and slide them back on her feet.
“Shirt and skirt I want those off.”
She slowly turned offering me her back and slid out of the skirt. As her arse came into view I cursed softly, it was perfect, round and ample the thong that split her cheeks was as I suspected black; she turned to face me and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, her tits encased by the black lace I had seen earlier sprung free, I could also just make out two silver barbells that seemed to run through the nipples. I stood and slid out of my shirt, my well toned chest on display. I started to unbutton my trousers, but she stopped me.
“Let me,” she walked towards me slowly, her skin the color of porcelain, a start contrast to my dark skin.
She approached and even in her heels she was a head and a half shorter than I, she pressed feather light kissed down my chest, stopping briefly at my nipples to suck on them, and I hissed as she dragged her teeth over them, nipping them lightly. I gently stroked her hair as she continued down to the waistband of my trousers. With her tongue and teeth she unbuttoned them and slowly eased down the zipper, my trousers pooled at my feet and she hissed appreciatively when she got a look of my cock.
“Well I was right about one thing so far today,” she quipped.
“What’s that love?”
“You’re definitely bigger than my ex-fuckwit boyfriend,” her tongue snaked out and licked the length, I hissed as it flicked around the knob and then worked its way back down the shaft. Her hands slid under to cup my balls and with her nails gently stroked the skin between my balls and my ass.
I was amazed that she didn’t use her hands as she slid her mouth down my length, slowly working her way down until I could feel the back of her throat on my knob.
“Fuck me,” I groaned as her teeth dragged not so lightly along my shaft, “your ex-fuckwit boyfriend really is a prat,”
She murmured what sounded like an agreement and continued to work my shaft. Not being able to stop myself I laced my fingers into her dark brown hair and rocked my hips against her face, she moaned against me as I fucked her face and I nearly came as her hands squeezed my jewels firmly.
“Are you getting wet baby?” I murmured as my hips picked up the pace rocking against her face.
She moaned slightly in response and I noticed that her free hand was down her panties.
“I can help you out with that if you’d like love,” I slowly eased out of her mouth and brought her to a standing position, “do you wax, shave or are you hairy?” I asked as my hands squeezed her arse.
“Why don’t you find out love,” she murmured.
I growled softly and picked her up, setting her on a clear space of her counter. I locked my eyes on hers as I drew two fingers into my mouth wetting them slightly; they slid under the fabric of her panties and I hissed as I came into contact with soft completely bare skin. I hooked the two fingers up and gently massaged her, relishing as she writhed slightly on the counter. Kneeling brought me dead even with her beautiful bald pussy. I leaned in and inhaled her sweet slightly fermented juice absorber and pressed a kiss against it. My tongue flicked lazily along the fabric and I smiled as a whimper rose from her throat.
“Do you want more love?” I murmured as I gently tugged on her thong with my tongue and teeth.
“Please,” she moaned.
I stood only long enough to ease her panties from her hips and I allowed them to drop to the floor. I knelt again and lifted her hips in my hands; I pressed a soft kiss to her kitty lips and allowed my tongue to slide into her sheath. I snarled slightly as I got a taste of her sweet honey, she was delicious. Like a ripe peach. My hands squeezed the halves of her arse and she sighed contently.
“You like that darlin?” I nibbled on her clit and was rewarded with an expletive.
I chuckled softly as I continued to work over her cunt until she was driving her hips into my face. My thumbs slid into the tight hole of her arse and I was again rewarded with an expletive.
“You’re awfully tight here,” I murmured as my tongue stroked her taint, she hissed again and dug her nails into the back of my head, the exquisite pain of her nails in the sensitive flesh of my head only made me harder, more desperate to claim her and make her mine, “you ever have your arsehole fucked?”
“Not often,” she managed to gasp as my tongue slid lower and I stroked the sensitive skin there.
“Mmmm so you’re nice and tight hmmm?”
“Yes,” she whimpered softly.
“You want me to fuck you now?” my fingers replaced my mouth as I stood and stared into her pale green eyes.
“Yes,” she moaned softly as her eyes started to close.
“Look at me; I would stare into your eyes as I take you,”
She shivered slightly but obeyed my gentle command.
I eased her down from the counter, but grasped her hips and lifted her so she was wrapped around my waist, she wrapped her legs around me as if she knew that was what was expected and I slid myself easily into her honeypot. She gripped me so tightly that I was afraid I would cum instantly. I focused instead on walking until her back hit a bare space of wall and I drove against her again and again.
“Such a naughty insatiable minx, did you know you didn’t have enough money to pay me when I offered the ride?”
She didn’t respond immediately and my hand cracked against her arse.
“Did you?”
She nodded and I growled appreciatively.
“Do you do that often? Purposefully not have enough money to pay for a fare and then let the cabbie fuck you like a whore?”
“No, first time,” she managed to gasp as my fingers found her arsehole again.
“Mmmm, so you got a look at me and figured I’d be willing to trade services so to speak?”
“Mmmhmmm,”
“You are quite the minx aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned as I ground my hips against hers. She matched my thrusts grunting softly as I continued to ride her against the wall.
“You gonna let me have your arse too?”
She kissed me hard on the mouth nipping at my lower lip in response.
I lowered her slowly and told her to take me to her bedroom.
She walked in front of me slowly, her hips swaying side to side, the back seam of her stockings beckoning me to her sweet arse.
We got to her room and I all but tossed her onto the bed. I saw a bottle of lube on her bedside table and slicked up my cock. My fingers slick with the same lube eased into her tight hole one at a time until I had three fingers in the firm center.
I eased them out and slowly eased myself into her, again getting rewarded with an expletive. I rocked my hips into hers slowly allowing her time to get adjusted to me, my fingers found her clit and I rubbed and pinched until she was rocking her hips against mine grinding as my full length was encased in her tight arse.
“My god, you are exquisite,” I managed to gasp, knowing I was close.
She grabbed a vibrator that had been conveniently been left by her pillow and eased it into her cunt, I could feel the pulsation of the toy and placed my hand on hers as she slid it in and out of her cunt; taking control of the speed of both the vibrator and the thrusts. Her body quivered under me and she cursed again as I placed the tip of the vibrator against her clit.
She gasped and then screamed as I drove the vibrator deep into her cunt while I continued to thrust against her ass. She turned and looked back at me at that moment her green eyes looking intently into my brown ones and that was my undoing, with a roar I unloaded myself into her.
I eased out and drew her against me as we laid replete, I tenderly kissed the back of her neck and she sighed contently.
“So glad you didn’t have enough money to pay me,”
She chuckled softly and replied, “Well love, I lied about that bit, I had plenty of money, but once I saw you I knew I needed a taste, and wasn’t sure how to get you to agree.”
I chuckled back and said, “Love all you would have had to do is ask, I would have shagged you even if you’d had the money to pay.”
We both laughed softly and drifted off to sl**p, completely forgetting about the tea that remained on the kitchen table.