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Archive-name: Affairs/cabbie.txt
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Archive-title: My Meter's Running
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You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore, you see everything.
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I'm not kidding. Baltimore is just full of characters, and it seems like
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I've had 'em all in my hack at one time or another in the years I've been
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doing this to keep a fucking ro of over my head and pay my non-fucking
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ex-wife's alimony bills.
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Like I said, I've seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to
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be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI load her
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bags into the trunk and take off. She's wearing a dead fox around her
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shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She's about 40 years old,
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but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I'm not
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kidding you. But here's the thing: When I pull in front of her castle,
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she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can't find
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her wallet! "I'm terribly sorry," she says in this hoity-toity voice.
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"I don't seem to be able to pay you".
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"That's too fuckin' bad, lady," I say. "I guess you ain't goin'
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home yet then." And I pull away from the curb and head for the nearest
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expressway.
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That got her panties all bunched up. "What can I pay you with?"
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she says all nervous and agitated. She's in my environment now.
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"Well for starters you can suck my dick," I say. I figure that
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she'll get insulted and report me but what the heck, right? I admit it,
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I've got a crude mouth at times -- I guess that's why my wife left
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me.....for another woman. But get this: The bitch actually says, "Well,
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okay."
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With that I pull off the expressway, but leave the motor running
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because it's a fucking cold day, and I want the heater on. Then I climb
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into the back seat with her, unzip my fly and haul out my pride and joy.
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"Here, lady, here's a nice cold treat for ya, See if you can warm
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it up for me." Before she could react, I shove my schlong between those
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society lips quicker than you can say Jack Frost.
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I thought the old bat was gonna' choke on it at first -- judging
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from the gurgling noises comin' from the back of her throat -- but before
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long she got into the spirit of giving head as I pushed my stiff , spit-
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slick pole in and out of her warm, delicate mouth. Once or twice she
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accidentally bit me, and I had to cuff her, but all in all, she sucked
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like the pros I usually frequent, and when I spermed like a madman into
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her mouth, she swallowed the whole mess without blinking an eye.
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"What's the matter? Old man not giving it to ya?" I say. She's
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pretty hot by this time, so I reach down and yank open her skirt and pull
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her lacy black panties down. She does not object!
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She's gasping like a pig in heat, going, "Fuck me, fuck me. My
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husband never touches me anymore. Oh, stick it in me. Ram my pussy,"
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and some other trashy bullshit I forget.
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"Easy, you old cow," I snarl, and thrust three stick fingers into
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her heaving snatch. It's surprisingly tight for such an old hole, and
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she was wetter than piss as I performed a digital exploratory. After
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about two minutes of this threeplay I figure she's ready for my beefy
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cock, so I push her down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean down
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for a quick whiff of her smelly slit -- ah, heaven -- then aim my pecker
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at her hungry box and ram it home.
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I split her cunt apart with my piledriver, filling it up with my
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stiff eight-incher. She grabs onto me, digging her sharp fingernails
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into my hairy ass as I belt her cunt with my boy-stick, reaming it in and
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out as hard and fast as I could, ripping her dainty little, rich-bitch
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cunt with my angry beast.
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To her credit, she gave me as good as she got, thrusting her
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lily-white hips up to meet each savage stroke I laid into her. For an
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over-the-hill broad, her cunt felt pretty good as it clamped down on my
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busy bone, almost as good as the hooke rs I fuck for their fares too.
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Right in the middle of it she starts begging me to talk dirty to
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her, like my big fat dick stuffing her cunt isn't enough for her upper-
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class snatch.
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"Ahh, shaddup!" I growl, and to show I'm not kidding, I let her
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have a playful slap in the kisser.
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Instead of annoying her, it turns her on more, and we screw that
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in the back of my cab for about 45 minutes, traffic whizzing by outside
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the whole time. I kept up the bone pressure as I manhandled her big,
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creamy knockers and stuck my tongue down her throat. I pinched her big
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nipples till they were hard as pebbles and she had tears in her eyes.
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From the way her body is shaking, I figure she must have cum
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half-a-dozen times since I jumped on top of her. I feel like cuming too;
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so when I my time came, I didn't hold back. At the last minute I pulled
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my dick out of her soppy snatch and, careful not to hit the seat, let her
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have a hot, milky one right in the face. She starts lapping it up like a
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starving puppy,and smearing it into her cheeks, all the while babbling
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about what a great cocksman -- I swear that's the word she used -- I am,
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and how she never wants to stop fucking me. Same old story. Even the
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whores give it to me for free.
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I finally took her home and let her pay me with a check. It
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didn't bounce either. Too bad, I wanted an excuse to look that cunt up
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again.
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