Fantasies Incorporated - The Taxi Ride (2 page)

“Very nice ass, baby. Very nice indeed. Now
while you’re there just to preserve your modesty a little and to
tease me some more why don’t you lose the bra.”

She brought her hands to the small of her
back and found her fingers were still trembling a little so it was
with difficulty that she popped the snap. The cramped confines of
the taxi meant she was bent forwards and as soon as the elastic
parted, her breasts fell forwards giving the watching men a good
side profile of them hanging in the loose cups.

She continued the movement shrugging the
shoulder straps off and bringing her hands back in front of her to
draw the straps down and release the cups from her breasts.

“Leave it on the parcel shelf and turn
around.”

She left the bra where it was and clasping
both breasts with her hands shuffled back around to a seated
position again. She was aghast to find her nipples were stiff and
hard, from the cold air although it was rather warm in the taxi or
from arousal. She hoped it was the cold air as she hated the
thought of her body visibly betraying her in this way.

“Drop the hands to your side.”

This was the moment she was dreading although
it had been obviously coming for some time. Since she had met
Colin, nobody else had seen her boobs, not one person. Now she was
going to bare them to a complete stranger. However, as the stranger
held a gun on her there was no choice, so she closed her eyes and
leaned back, dropping her hands to her side, baring her breasts to
their gaze.

She heard two gasps from the two men. Colin
was obviously physically enjoying the process even though he had
seen them before and the driver was obviously impressed.

“I said they were nice tits Jenny and I was
right. They are a fucking awesome rack.”

The obscenity cut through Jenny’s funk and
her eyes opened and blazed at him. He just smiled.

“Open your legs sweetie let’s see what might
be hidden by those panties. Now! Spread them wide!”

Reluctantly she opened her legs until her
knees were about a foot apart. He gestured with the gun and she
spread wider. The crotch panel of the panties she wore was thin
lace and stretched in such a manner the outline of her mound could
be seen.

“Put your hand in your panties and tell me
how wet you are.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Put your hand in your
panties.”

She slid her left hand inside the waistband
of her panties and with no other viable alternative cupped her
pussy. She realised she was wet, somewhat more than moist. Her body
was betraying her.

“Tell me if you are wet. Don’t lie about it.
You wouldn’t want me to make you push your pussy into the hatch
here so I could check for myself would you?”

“Quite damp sir.” She gasped the words
out.

“Well that will never do will it. You can’t
enjoy what’s going to happen to you until you are wet enough to be
fucked can you? Play with yourself to get yourself ready.”

The barrel of the gun was pointing
unwaveringly at her face. She realised that if Colin attempted to
jump him, which he still showed no inclination of doing, the man
would get at least one shot off. At this range he couldn’t possibly
miss. The hole in the end of the barrel looked like a cannon so she
numbly started stroking herself.

The stimulation was unavoidable. Her fingers
and her panties were drenched with her own moisture and her chest
began to heave as her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. She
closed her eyes; she didn’t want to look at the man who was making
her do this. The situation was extreme, she could not control any
of it and then she wasn’t trying as her orgasm took over and her
back arched off the seat as a primal scream of ecstasy left her
throat.

She opened her eyes, shocked at her own
reactions, to see the smiling face of her tormentor. The muzzle of
the gun had never wavered. She glanced to the side and saw that
Colin was sitting there his mouth hanging open but his hand was in
his lap and moving. With a shock she realised he was playing with
himself whilst watching her. Her cheeks flamed at the thought and
her eyes flashed anger at him.

“You may as well lose the panties after that
sweetie. You can’t possibly have any inhibitions now can you?”

Gulping but realising there was a semblance
of truth in what he said she reached for the waistband of her
sopping wet and ruined panties, ruined until washed that is and
savagely pulled them down. She had to close her legs to strip them
off but defiantly opened her legs as wide as before straight
afterwards. She contemplated throwing them at the would be rapist
but decided at the last second it might jog his trigger finger and
meekly tossed them onto the floor next to her dress.

“Your boyfriend seems to have a problem
there. Why don’t you give him a hand sweetie?”

She looked over at him and the driver rolled
his eyes.

“I know you know he’s hard so give him some
relief with those pretty lips of yours; why don’t you sweetie?”

Bloody hell, now he expects me to blow my
fiancé at gun point!

Still it was an act Jenny wasn’t exactly
averse to. She enjoyed giving head almost as much as Colin enjoyed
receiving it. The idea at doing so under these circumstances at
somebody else’s orders was too much.

She opened her mouth to say no when she
realised it would at least delay the inevitable rape and if Colin
was satiated then maybe he would be able to get away and fetch
help. So the naked young woman pulled herself into a position where
she was on all fours along the width of the cab seat and reached
out to unzip her fiancé.

Colin made no move to stop her or to help her
until she tugged at his trousers indicating he needed to lift his
buttocks from the seat and he obliged.

His fully erect member sprang into view,
already with a bead of pre-cum on the tiny slit in the end. The
magnificent member sent a shiver of delight through her body, this
was after all something she was familiar with and had intended,
albeit under different circumstances that night anyway.

She kissed the side of his dick and then
slowly licked her way up to the very tip in exactly the way she
knew her fiancé liked.

She brought her head over the top of the
rigid pole and gradually enveloped the whole throbbing end in her
warm wet inviting mouth.

She heard Colin groan out loud as she did so
and she hollowed out her cheeks as she sucked greedily on it.
Christ
this was getting her hot again
.
She allowed
part of him to slip back out giving her the opportunity to run her
tongue over the tip savouring the taste of his pre-cum as it leaked
out in prodigious quantities.

She enveloped him again and began a plunging
motion with her head drawing more and more of him into her oral
cavity as she bobbed lower on his manhood. When the end of his
penis touched the back of her throat he went wild.

Suddenly Colin took over. He pulled her head
off and literally threw her back across the cab. In shock she felt
him roughly pull her legs towards him and push them up to the
ceiling lining. She was now flat on her back with her legs pointing
straight up. He plunged on top of her and after a couple of seconds
of fumbling as he got into the correct position she felt that
familiar length slide into her ready and waiting pussy right to the
hilt.

“No Colin, he said a blowjob . . . .”

She gasped out her complaint, terrified that
the driver would react to this in an awful way. Even as she did so
her body gave the lie to her voice as she began to pump her hips up
and down in time with his thrusts.

Realising the futility of resisting the
onslaught her own body also raved she turned to look at the driver.
Just as his powerful orgasm carried her up and over into her own
she realised the driver wasn’t there.

As she came down from the high she
desperately tried to get Colin’s attention and point this out to
him but he had collapsed breathless on top of her. Then she spotted
the six by four card in the closed window where the gun muzzle had
been for so long.

Her eyes focused with difficulty and finally
the print snapped into focus.

Suddenly Colin raised his head and looked
into her shocked face.

“Happy Birthday, Darling! Happy
Birthday!”

My name is Bridy, and I live in upstate New
York. I’ve written for as long as I can remember, which is thanks
to my parents for teaching me to read and write before I went to
school. I’ve been fascinated by erotic tales all my adult life, my
husband thinks they’re silly but indulges me. I won’t tell you
how old I am because a lady never gives away her age. My other
interest is photography but writing will always be my first love,
other than my husband of course.