Stories

Mystery cab driver

It was a rainy Saturday night in Gurgaon, I decided to go to a house warming party for a friend as my husband was going to invite friends round to watch a cricket match round ours. I knew it was to show off our new TV and sound system, but I didn’t mind and it had been a while since I had socialised with my circle of friends. It was rather late when I left the party and I didn’t have much battery left on my phone, which meant that I couldn’t order an uber and I would take a ride home in a cab. It couldn’t have been a worse idea.

I walked onto a main road in my high heels. I held my hand up in the hopes that a cab driver would notice me and pull over. The rain was falling harder and I was starting to look like a drenched cat. It had been a warm and sunny August, so I thought my blue, halter neck party dress would be a perfect outfit. I didn’t even bother to check for rain, especially in this heat. I kept walking back in the direction of the traffic, I probably looked like a teenager with my short 5’2 stature and long black hair pulled back in a pony tail. As the cab drivers kept driving past I kept smiling in the hopes that would win one of them over. After a good ten minutes, a driver finally took pity and pulled over.

I jumped into the cab and quickly gave him my address. He laughed “at the state” of me. I apologised for soaking his seats, but that he was my saviour and I was just dying to get home. He had a thick cockney accent, the real ‘Lock, Stock’ kind.

“I know your area! Only live 10 minutes up the road!” He said as he looked in the rear view mirror, with a friendly grin.

“Ha! Small world.” I said, with a smile back, wringing my pony tail and trying to warm up. I looked in my bag, and realised I had no cash on me. I didn’t panic, it hadn’t been the first time I asked a cab driver to take me to a cash machine to pick some up to pay him. “I’m really sorry, but do you mind if you could take me to an ATM? I’ve got no cash on me.”

“Don’t worry love, that’s fine. I’ll pull over when we closer to your area.” He had auburn hair that was greying, with brown hooded eyes. He chatted away as I slowly started dozing in the back seat. The alcohol and gentle rocking of the car slowly sending me to sleep. I tried to fight it, but my eyelids were too heavy.

It felt like only five minutes that my eyes had been closed, when they snapped open. I looked out of the window and didn’t recognise anywhere we were. We were driving through a village that definitely didn’t look like my neighbourhood. I had only been in our neighbourhood a month as we’d bought the house for the quiet neighbourhood and didn’t want to live in the city.

“Erm, where are we?” I asked.

“Don’t worry madam, we’re taking a shortcut. There’s an ATM here somewhere too.” He replied, as he turned a corner, and drove down an old road. My heart sank, I had no idea where he was taking me, and there were no street lights or signs to let me know where I was. I looked at my phone and my battery had died. After a couple of minutes, we pulled up into an empty park and I started to panic. He turned off the engine and turned round to look at me. He must have been in his 30’s, with a hard face. He smiled, but it was cold and filled me with dread.

“Right, we’re going to play a little game. You owe me money, but I am very happy to waiver that because I think you’re sexy.” He said as he winked and nodded.

“What game?” I asked, thinking of how I was going to get out of a locked taxi.

“I’m going to ask you to do one or two things for me. I won’t hurt you, I promise, but if you do them, and I get what I want, I will drive you home.” I wanted to cry. “Now, I’m going to come back there, but you need to be good. I have a knife with me and I don’t want to use it.” At that point, he flicked a knife open, and slowly waved it into view. “I promise, I won’t hurt you if you just stay in there.” I pressed myself into the corner of the cab as he opened his door and got out. He was easily 6’3 and slightly muscular. He must have worked out in a previous life. He opened the passenger door and slide in next to me. He slowly closed the knife, and slide it into his trouser pocket. He then reached into his other trouser pocket and pulled out a phone.

“Now, all I want is to take a couple of pictures of you, just as a souvenir. Once I’m done, I’ll let you go.” He said gently. Tears started rolling down my face, but I nodded. He smiled, “Good. You’re so lovely. How about you wipe your face a little and smile for me?” I wiped my face with the back of my hands as best as I could, and tried my best to smile for him. “That’s better.” he soothed. He lifted his phone and took a picture. It didn’t seem so bad.

“Now, how about you show me your breasts? I just want a quick snap of your tits.” Again, my heart sank and my smiled dropped.

“Please no. I’m married, my husband is waiting for me. Please!” I begged, starting to sob a little.

“Well, think about it this way. The sooner I take my pictures, the sooner I can get you home. Trust me, there is no one around here for kilometers. I know. In fact, this is where I park. No one will think to come here.” I let the tears fall, and thought, it was just my breasts, I could keep my bra on. But he knew what I was thinking as I unfastened the top of my dress and let it fall to my lap, my black strapless bra covered my D cup breasts.

“Take the bra off as well please.” He asked, as he had his phone up ready to take a picture. I leaned over and unclasped my bra. As if being helpful, he pulled the bra away, as his fingers brushed my left breast. I gasped and sat up, trying to cover my breasts.

“Now, you know that’s not what I want.” He said rather sternly, “Come on, let’s see them.” He said slowly grinning. He pulled my hands and arms down and I let my breasts hang openly. “Wow, those are some beauties,” He said. My breasts were on the larger side, on my slim frame, they looked bigger than their D cup. It didn’t help that I was quietly crying, which made my chest heave up and down. The air tickling the nipples and making them go hard. I felt exposed, but tried to keep calm. He snapped a couple of pictures, with “Nice. Allah you have lovely tits.” which only made me cringe.

I bent over to get my bra from the floor, when I heard, “how about we see your ass?”. I felt him gently push me off the seat, forcing me to go on all fours.

“No, please.” I whimpered, my bare knees stinging from hitting the floor. He lift my dress up and saw my black lace panties. I tried to pull my dress down, but he grabbed my wrist.

“No darling, just a couple more pictures, I promise.” How he remained gentle with each soothing remark, I don’t know. He let go of my wrist, and I let him raise my dress. He took a couple of pictures of me bent over, when he asked me to take off my panties. “But do it slow.” I was humiliated. I felt disgusted as I looped my fingers into the sides of my panties and pulled them off my ass. “Keep going,” He breathed. The tears rolled down my cheeks as I pulled them down my legs to my knees and exposed my naked cunt.

I knew I was wearing a short dress, and decided to wax my legs, and thought I might as well shave my cunt too. I liked it smooth, even though my husband didn’t care for it that way. Right there in the cab, I could feel the air against my cunt lips as I was on all fours. I felt the driver’s hand between my shoulders gently pushing me down.

“Just relax.” He said. I kept my ass in the air, as my breasts and face pressed against the floor. I heard the camera phone click a couple of times, before he said, “Oh I love a shaved cunt, and you have a lovely one too. Just shaved! Almost like you knew this was going to happen!” I thought I heard a chuckle after that, and I squeezed my eyes shut. Praying this was the last photo he was going to take.

“Oh my, looks like you’re enjoying this and all!” My eyes snapped open as I felt his thick finger stroke my cunt between my lips. I was wet.

“Oh God.” I whimpered.

“My my, you ARE a dirty girl. You’re actually enjoying this.” He sounded delighted.

I lifted myself up and tried to turn around, but he grabbed my neck and pushed my head back to the floor with a bang.

“Well, I am definitely having me some of that cunt.” He declared. He slide a finger into my wet cunt and rotated it round. I could hear the open grin on his face.

“No please, that’s not what we agreed.” I again begged.

“Come on, you clearly want this. I was just after some pictures. You’re clearly after some cock, I mean, look how smoothly shaven you are!”

“No, please, I have a husband, you said it would only be pictures.” I kept begging, sounding desperate and trying to push myself off the floor.

“I know darling, but this is my game, and you are clearly in need of some cock.”

His large hands grabbed my waist, and he spun me round, so that I was bent over the back seat. My dress was still around my waist and my black lace panties were still around my knees, but he didn’t care. He had one hand firmly pinning down my head on the seat, while the other undid his belt buckle and fumbled with his trousers.

The tears started again, as I begged him to stop, “but you said you only wanted pictures”. My heart was racing as I thought in the last second he would have a change of heart. He’d been so much gentler when he took the pictures, but when he saw my cunt he snapped. Suddenly I felt the tip of his circumcised cock tickle my cunt lips. He slide his cock against my wet cunt a couple of times, to lube it up, before he thrust his hard cock deep into me. I let out a yelp as the pain ripped through me. It was a lot bigger than I was used to, it had to be at least 9 inches and thick.

“Yeah, you like that, you dirty girl.” He said through gritted teeth. He grabbed my pony tail, and pulled my head back, his hand grabbing one of my tits and gave it a hard squeeze. He started to fuck me hard. Making me bounce hard against his cock. I stopped crying and let it happen. He started, and I thought fighting it would stop him from finishing, and all I wanted was to go home. He kept fucking me for a couple of minutes, when he leaned in and said, “Not sure you’re enjoying this.” into my ear. I was numb, and just stayed quiet.

He pulled out his cock from my cunt. I thought that there was some part of him that felt bad and was going to let me go. He sat on the back seat, while I stayed crouched on the floor, not looking at him, praying he would let me go.

He pullled of his trousers and boxer shorts.

“Climb on top, you’ll enjoy it more that way.” He spoke like we were lovers, like we were having fun. I looked up, confused and feeling so ashamed. He pulled me up by the arm and pulled my panties off my legs. “Here, climb onto my lap, you go on top, that way you can enjoy it.”

I couldn’t help it, I didn’t think I could cry anymore, but I did. My face crumpled as I climbed onto his lap and slide his cock into my cunt. It slipped in with such ease, I felt so betrayed by my body.

“Let’s take off your dress, otherwise it’s annoying.” He said, as he pulled my dress over my head and threw it on the floor, next to my bra. He then caressed my back, and let his hands rest of on my ass cheeks. “Come on, the sooner you finish, the sooner I can take your home.” he cooed. He gently made me rock my hips, and got me to ride his cock. I rested my hands on the back of the seat against the window. My hips grinding against him, my stomach hitting his soft, round, hairy belly. “Come on, you know you want this.” he said into my ear.

My rocking grew more rhythmic as I looked out the back window, not wanting to look at him in the face. I just wanted to make sure he came so that I could leave. His fingers, were caressing my ass as I kept grinding against him. “That’s it,” I heard him whisper, “that’s it.”

I kept rocking against him, when I felt one of his hands slide between my cheeks, the other hand held my head and pinning my body against his, my breasts pressed firmly against him. Slowly one of his fingers started stroking my asshole. I whimpered and jolted, but he stroked my hair and said, “It’s ok, you’ll like it.” I could felt myself welling up, as his fingers started to gently stroke my tight opening. He gently started working his middle finger in as I kept fucking him. My violation was complete. He had his finger working my asshole, while he fucked my cunt.

It was at the moment something took over me. I started rocking harder on top of him, something was building up. He whispered into my hair, “yes, keep going, keep going.” I didn’t know when it happened but my arms circled his neck and shoulders as I could feel an orgasm building in me. He no longer had me pinned against him with his hand, but used it on my hip to keep me rocking against him, while his finger on his other hand kept working in my ass hole. I couldn’t hold it any longer, and gripped his hair. I kept rocking my hips as I could feel my orgasm exploding deep in me. I let out a moan as my body convulsed against him. Just as I was cumming, the hand he had on my hip gripped me hard as I could feel him cumming too. He pushed his head back and groaned as he came in me. He buried his cock deep in me, pushing me down by my hip.

It went quiet in the cab, and I tried not to go limp as wanted to slide off of him. He looked at me and smiled, “See, I told you you’d enjoy it.”, as he pulled his finger out of me and stuck it in my mouth. Without thinking, I sucked his finger as he pulled it out of my mouth. I was numb, and slid to the floor quietly. I slowly got dressed and saw him sitting back with a big grin.

“Ah, that has worn me out! You are a very dirty girl. Pass me my trousers, will you?” I gave him his trousers, and started putting on my bra. He slid out of the back of the cab, pulled on his trousers and got into the driver’s seat.

“Do you have a phone number?” He asked as I slipped on my dress, still crouched on the floor. I stayed quiet. He turned around and peered through the separator. “I said, do you have a phone number? If you want me to take you home, you will give me your number.” It was the first time he actually sounded threatening, and it only got me panicked again. I nodded.

“Well what is it?”

I don’t know why I did it, it was probably out of sheer fear of never getting home, but I gave him my actual mobile number. He dialed it into his phone.

“What’s your name?”

“Deepti”

“Deepti, that’s a very sweet name. Look, I’m going to ring it so you have my number, alright Deepti?”

“I don’t have any battery left, it won’t ring.” I said, strangely relieved.

“Well, Deepti, let’s charge it. I have plenty of plugs here, and we’ve got a few minutes before you go home.” He held his hand out between the glass expectantly. I handed my phone, and as promised, he had a charger for it. “Alright, sit tight Deepti, let’s get you home.”

I sat back in the seat, wide awake, watching us pull out of the park, and onto the country road once again. We drove through a couple of wooded areas before I recognised my neighbourhood. He hand me back my phone, and asked me to switch it on. I did and waited. He rang my phone and watched my face. My phone lit up with his number.

“Right Deepti, you have my number, if you need a ride, let me know, I’m only up the road.” He said cheerfully.

I got out of the cab, and walked back into the house. My husband was snoring softly on the sofa, while the TV was blaring with Match playing. I walked upstairs to the bathroom and had a shower. I let the hot steamy water cleanse me as I tried to get the smell and feel of the cab driver off me. After 20 minutes, I got out of the shower and towelled myself off. I heard my phone buzz and saw that I had just received a message.

“Remember Deepti, this is our little game.”

Part II
It had been a week since my ordeal with the mystery muslim cab driver. I hadn’t told my husband about what happened that last Saturday, and he was none the wiser. That Sunday, I tried to act as though I was ok. I let my husband think I was severely hungover when I wanted to be left alone in bed, and spent the rest of the week feeling ‘delicate’ from it.

The truth was, I didn’t want my husband to touch me. I couldn’t stop thinking of what happened that night in the back of the cab. The gentle voice of the driver and his little game. I’d get flashbacks of the photos he took, his hands on my skin, how wet I was afterwards. Since his text on Saturday, I never heard from him again, and I thought that perhaps he had forgotten me. I slowly started getting back to normal, going back to my routine. I was able to gradually be comfortable around my husband and things felt normal. Everything seemed to be settling when my husband gave me the bad news.

“I’ll only be in Mumbai a few days! I’ll be back on Tuesday.” He was going out of town for a week for work. I didn’t want to be on my own. It was the last thing I needed. He packed his bag and got his papers together. “I’ll be back before you know it, and then I promise, we can start planning a proper holiday.” He kissed my forehead, probably thinking I was being a petulant child, or a wife who couldn’t bear the thought of being without him. Either way, he obviously found it endearing. But how could I tell him I was petrified of being alone?

As he walked to the door, I ran up to him and grabbed him for one last hug. “Please be careful, and text me every day?”

He laughed, and gently kissed me on the lips. “I promise”. And he was gone. That was Wednesday night.

The next night, things got worse. I was on my way home from the gym when my phone went off. I had received a text message.

“Been a while Deepti, want to play another game?”

I felt dizzy and the earth fell away from my feet. It had been three quiet months, nothing, and then suddenly this. I was on my own. I didn’t know what to do. I started walking back to the house as quickly as I could. I needed to be in the safety of the house, behind a locked door. The next morning my phone buzzed again, “When the cat’s away, the mice will play! Doesn’t look like your husband’s around…”

I dropped to my knees as I read the text, my mouth hung open. How did he know? How could he possibly know my husband was out of town? My eyes filled with tears as I started to panic. This man knew where I lived, he said he was local. How often was he near my house? Did I see him and just not notice him? Did he wait for me in another car?

That morning, I told my office that I was ill and that I was going to be working from home. I couldn’t bring myself to leave the house. I kept the curtains closed and the doors locked. I sat in the dark living room, staying quiet until around midday when I got a final text.

“I’m finishing my shift early, I’ll come round to yours with a bottle of something nice. Can’t wait to see you.”

I couldn’t hold the tears in. I sobbed into my hands, and quickly decided to pack a bag. I was going to join my husband on his trip. I wouldn’t have to be with him, but I could ‘surprise him’. At least it would mean that I was safe. I ran upstairs to the bedroom and pulled out a case and threw clothes into it. I threw what I could in there, when the doorbell rang. I slowly walked down the stairs to the front door. I looked through the peep hole to see a tall woman with a short, guy.

“Deepti, it’s Juhi, I just wanted to see if you were alright? The office said you were unwell.” It was my neighbour and colleague. Juhi and I worked for the same company for 2 years, but in separate departments. Juhi worked at home on Fridays to look after her toddler. She happened to live two streets down from us, now that we had moved to the neighbourhood.

I breathed a sigh of relief. I slowly opened the door. Juhi looked a little concerned, but I was a little anxious. Speaking to her was going to waste the precious time I needed to get out of the house.

“Deepti, everything alright? You look tired.” Juhi asked as she searched my face. I hadn’t worn make up and crying probably helped to make my face look puffy and swollen. But the fact that I was wearing a sweat shirt and pants, probably helped to make me look unwell.

“Yes, thanks Juhi. I just had a bit of food poisoning. Kept me up all night. I just want to sleep really.” I said, trying to sound tired and sick, all the while wishing her to leave.

Juhi looked unsure, but gave in. “Alright, as long as you’re taking it easy. I can come round if you need help. You have my number.”

I thanked her as she turned away and quickly shut the door. I ran back upstairs to finish packing my bag, when I heard the doorbell ring again. In my frustration, I ran down the stairs and swung the door open, ready to reassure Juhi that I was fine on my own. I hardly got her name out, when I saw a familiar tall and stocky figure standing in my doorway, looking behind out onto the street with a bottle of rum. I tried to close the door again, but he was faster than I was and stuck his boot in the door frame, stopping me from closing it.

He pushed the door open and pushed me further inside. He set the bottle down near the door and checked the street to see if anyone was watching. Once he was satisfied the coast was clear, he closed the door and rounded on me. I ran up the stairs and tried to scream, but he grabbed my ankle and pulled me back down. My face and stomach burning against the carpet. He then grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to face him. He raised his other hand and wagged his finger to my face, tutting like I was a little girl.

“Deepti, Deepti, Deepti. That was a very silly thing to do. You will make it up to me, but for now, let’s get ourselves comfortable.” He started stroking my face and pressed me against the wall. “I’ve missed you Deepti. That night we had together was certainly a lot of fun. I’ve been going over those pictures a few times now, plus some of the videos I took.”

My face must have shown my shock, what videos had he taken?

“Oh yes, I took videos. Camera phones are an amazing bit of kit, taking videos, snapping photos within the videos. It’s been brilliant. And it’s so easy to upload everything onto a computer these days. Love it.” He then pulled out his phone from his back pocket and started playing a video. It was of me sitting in the back of the cab, the top of my dress undone and around my lap. I was leaning forward and taking off my bra. I looked away as I heard his heavy breathing on the video. “You are really photogenic, and so is that lovely body of yours.”

He pulled my hair so that my head tilted back to look up at him. He face had pure animal desire on it. His voice got lower and less friendlier.

“I reckon last time was about you having fun. I think this time, it’s going to be about me enjoying it a bit more. Don’t you think?”

I winced at the thought of this man touching me again, but before I could protest, he lifted me and slung me over his left shoulder. I tried to struggle to get him to throw me off, when he grabbed my arm and bent it backward behind his head. It felt like my arm was going to snap at the elbow. I yelped out in pain and stopped struggling.

“Now Deepti, I’m going to tell you this one more time. I don’t want to hurt you, but I you don’t do as your told, I will have to get rough with you.” He smacked my bum for good measure. “Now be a good wife, and we’ll have fun again.”

It was then the tears started rolling. “Ok” I whispered. He walked up the stairs and looked in the rooms, he didn’t ask where me and my husband slept, he wanted to find it for himself.

“Now that is a nice bed!” He exclaimed when he opened the last door. My husband gave in to my fantasy of having a white canopy bed, as long we were able to get the mattress he wanted. The cab driver complimented me on the room. “Deepti, you’ve got a bag on the bed. You going somewhere?”

“I booked a ticket to join my husband this weekend.” I lied. “He’s expecting me.”

The cab driver put me down and looked at me with a grin on his face. “You sure you’re not lying to me again Deepti? You sure you weren’t just trying to leave when you knew I was coming?”

I could feel my heart racing, panic was starting to take over. He towered over me as I started to fumble for my words. He quietly hushed me, while he stroked my face. “Clear the bed Deepti, that’s a good girl.”

I slowly cleared the bed of my bag and clothes and set them aside. The cab driver was sitting on the edge of the bed with a soft grin. He patted his knee for me to come over. I slowly approached him, but the two steps I needed to reach him weren’t quick enough, and he grabbed me by the wrist. He pulled me in and bent me over his knee, pinning me down with one of his strong hands.

“You’re being naughty Deepti. You’re such a lovely girl, but you are being a little naughty this time, why is that?” My mind was racing, what he was going to do. I stumbled over an apology and soon realised that he was pulling my sweat pants and panties down and off my bottom. “I brought you a bottle of rum so we could unwind, I just wanted a quiet evening.”

SMACK! His hand sharply came down on my bare bottom and my skin stung. I cried out in pain and shock of his strike.

SMACK! Again his hand made contact with my skin, and again I let out another cry, only this time, I started tearing up.

“I told you I didn’t want to hurt you, but you are obviously not in the mood to play fair.” He said through gritted teeth.

SMACK! SMACK! He slapped me a few more times, each one harder than the last. After the sixth time, he stopped and my skin felt like it was on fire. I cried openly as I felt the burning pain. He started to stroke my hair and soothingly tell me, “there, there.” as he gently stroked my bottom. His strokes started in a circular motion, when the circles got smaller and he started breathing more heavily. His fingers started stroking my skin up and down, along my crack, ever so slowly. His middle finger resting between my cheeks, and slowly slipping down. I held my breath as I knew where he was going. I gasped when his fingertips touched my pussy lips. I was relieved when it didn’t feel wet down there, but I could feel his fingers lightly playing with my lips and clit.

“Well, Deepti, like I said, this time it’s not about you.” He gently pushed me off of his lap, and got me to kneel in front of him. “You have such a pretty mouth, it’s so petite, just like the rest of you, well most of you. I bet it gives great blowjobs.” My face crumpled. I really loved giving blowjobs but I had a sensitive gag reflex. The cab driver unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. He pulled off his trousers and shorts, while his fully erect cock snapped up against his stomach, and leaned back on his hands, watching me.

“Take off your top.” he said. I stripped my clothes off, and knelt fully naked in front of him. My D cup breasts heaving up and down as I felt humiliated and fully exposed.

“Go on then, let’s see what you can do.” He nodded to his cock. It was exactly as I thought, 9 inches, and as thick as my wrist. There was no way I could fit it all in my mouth. I looked up at him, and slowly leaned forward. He brought one of his hands to the back of my head as my lips touched the tip of his cock. “Yes” he whispered. I parted my lips. If I could get him to cum, he would be happy and would leave. As soon as my lips opened up around his cock, his hand gently pushed my head down. “Yes, that’s it, be careful of your teeth. Ah you have a small mouth. That feels good!” He moaned as I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. I tried to suck as much as I could, hearing him moan in pleasure.

To my slight relief, it didn’t last very long, but I did wonder why he made me stop. “Hold on Deepti, I don’t want to cum just yet.” He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me onto the bed. It was then I realised that he didn’t want just a blowjob, and started dreading what he had planned. He gently pushed me onto the bed face down and got between my legs. He pinned me down by my head, and leaned in. “Now, I want you to relax, this will hurt, but if you relax, it won’t hurt as much.” He reassured me. I tried to fight to get up, it was one of the few times, I felt the urge to get away. I realised what he was going to do.

He spat in his hand, and wiped his palm against my ass. He tried to rub it against my tight opening, and I realised that I was nowhere near as lubed up as I needed to be for him to penetrate me there. He grabbed my ass cheeks and spread them as I started to cry.

“No, please, please not there. You don’t have to do this.” I begged

“Deepti just relax, let me have this one.” He pressed the tip of his cock against my tight hole, and I could feel it puckering. “Come on Deepti, otherwise it’s going to be painful.” he said through gritted teeth.

I don’t know if he was saying it for his benefit or mine, but he pushed the tip of his cock through my asshole and it felt wrong. I had never with my husband. To me it felt wrong. I never thought I was going to enjoy it, so what was the point?

“Ow! Please, no!” I screamed. He pulled his cock out, but before I could feel relief, he started working it back in, only this time, he was pressing with more of his weight. I could feel him straining to push it through. It was like being torn in two, his cock was far too big for my ass, but he didn’t care. He managed to get his full cock into me, and I heard a loud groan from behind me.

“But Deepti, you loved it when I had my finger in there. It was the only way you came last time.” As with last time, I could hear the smug grin of pure satisfaction on his face.

He stayed fully inside of me for a couple of seconds, and my asshole was able to accommodate his cock. Just as it did, he pulled his cock back and thrust it back in again. “You have a really tight ass, I am certainly going to enjoy this.”

I didn’t hold back the tears nor the sobs as he got his rhythm and started fucking my ass. Each thrust came with a grunt from behind me, his balls slapping against me. He kept his pace for a couple of minutes when suddenly he buried his cock deep into my ass which made me scream from the sheer pain of how deep it was going.

He pulled me up on all fours, and manoeuvred me round to face my dressing table that was on the last of the bed. The mirror had a view of the bed with us on it. Before he had a side on view of fucking me, but now, he had us both facing the mirror. He pulled my hair up so that I was looking in the mirror, my breasts hanging naked. He grabbed my hips and continued to fuck me hard, while my breasts bounced up and down, hitting each other hard in circular motion. He watched my face as I watched his, tears stinging my eyes and rolling off my face. I wanted it to be over. He no longer grinned, but clenched his jaw and stared at me.

“I’m close Deepti.” he said. I remained quiet, I wanted him to finish. He then reached down with one of his hands, and found my clit. I tried to push his hand away, but he grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked me up. We both sat back, so I was riding his cock, I felt like a harpooned doll with his cock up my ass.

“Oh! Do you want me to hurt you again?” I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head no. He kept me pressed against him while holding my hair, his other hand reaching for my clit. He used my hair to lift me up and down, so that I would raise my ass and push me down on his cock. I could hear him grunting and moaning behind me, as his yanks were getting faster. I could feel his hips bucking to meet my ass so it drove his shaft deeper into me. I don’t know why, but my body obviously gave up and didn’t want to cooperate with me, and my clit started to tingle. The cab driver started whispering how I was a dirty girl, HIS dirty girl and how I was going to enjoy this with him.

“Open your eyes.” He whispered. And as I did, I could see him watching me intently, watching my face. His rubbing my clit started matching the strokes of his cock in my ass, and I couldn’t hold back. I watched myself slowly and painfully orgasm on his cock. The sensation raked my body, and my back involuntarily arched away from him as I let out a loud moan. Even my face betrayed me as I could see myself enjoying the orgasm. My sphincter tightened around his shaft as I came.

It was probably watching my face or the tightening as I came, but he came at that moment and it felt like I was being skewered, as he pumped his cum into me. Spurt after spurt, I could feel each jolt throughout my body.

We were both panting, and he tenderly kissed my neck. “You really are a dirty girl.” and slapped my ass for the last time. He let go of my hair, and I fell forward. As I leaned over, his cock slipped out of my ass, and I whimpered as it vacated my body. He sat back on the bed, catching his breath. He laughed to himself, like he heard a silly little joke and rolled off the bed.

“Again, I am so tired.” I froze on the bed, leaning forward, my ass in the air. “You do give me a proper good time though Deepti, you are such a good sport.” He ruffled my hair playfully, while I lied there, expressionless. I could feel his cum oozing out of me, trickling between my pussy lips and seeping into the bedclothes. He got dressed and sorted himself out.

“Aren’t you going to come and say goodbye Deepti?” He asked. I looked up at him, and slowly got up. I lead him down the stairs and to the front door. He picked up the bottle of rum that he had originally brought over. “Sorry, meant to give this to you earlier. Didn’t want to come empty handed.” He appraised the label before handing the bottle to me. “Nice drop that, would go great on its own, or with a peanuts.” I took the bottle from him and opened the door to let him out. I stayed behind it, as I still hadn’t dressed. He didn’t mind at all, he pinched my nipple and winked as he walked out. But before he was out the door, he leaned back in and darkly threatened. “Mention our little games to anyone Deepti, and I will make sure people see you for the dirty girl you are. Remember, I have pictures and videos of you. We wouldn’t want those to make the rounds now, would we?”

I shook my head, and he pinched my other nipple, like it was a goodbye kiss, and was out the door. I closed the door behind him, and slid to the floor sobbing. After about an hour being curled up on the floor, I managed to make my way upstairs and change the bedding. I had another shower, and curled up on the couch.

I didn’t want to sleep in my bed, not that night, not ever again.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *