Confessions of a Taxi Driver!

By Unkown.

It’s a Wednesday, not a very busy night, generally. It’s raining. On rare occasions, it rains in this desert town, the blacktop on the streets turns slick and shiny, and the streetlights take on an aura of sparkling fire as they reflect on the wet pavement surface. From the driver’s seat of my cab,

I could take in the breathtaking scenery. I’m parked outside the train station, enjoying a quick smoke between charges, slowly savoring the nicotine rush, a calming moment amidst the agony of driving among the rain-crazed lunatics. The rain made people crazy. At least around here.

I check my rear-view mirror when I hear the distant call of a woman’s high heels skittering across the pavement. A girl hurries toward the lineup of cabs, walking quickly, no doubt to seek shelter from the rain as much as catch a ride. I toss my cigarette out the window and promptly exhale as I turn on the ignition. There are no cabs behind mine, so naturally, it is my cab that she tumbles into.

I check her out in the rear-view mirror, and I see she is beautiful. She looks a little wet from the rain, and her makeup is slightly smudged under her large blue eyes. Her hair is hanging in wet curls, and she looks adorably disheveled. She wipes her cheek and smiles as her eyes lock on mine in the mirror.

“Where can I take you, Miss?”

Her gaze falls, and she answers, “The Blueberry Inn, please,” very softly.

I nod and switch on my blinker, pulling out of the depot. We drive in silence for a while. She coughs slightly, and I can smell the delicious scent of her perfume. She looks and smells good enough to eat.

Being a cab driver, I usually feel compelled to engage my patrons in conversation and entertain them. Typically only when a single person gets in the cab. There is a certain sense of loneliness, something I have picked up over the past year, about people who take a taxi alone.

Usually, they are coming or going somewhere elicit. In my imagination, anyway. This woman makes me imagine she was sneaking off to see her lover while her husband slept alone in his bed at night as she steals away on a train to the city to meet her satisfying boy toy. I look back at her again.

Her face is turned toward the window, and her eyes are out at the majestic rain shower. Now safe and dry in the car, she could appreciate it as I do. I quietly decided to re-evaluate my fantasy because she looked way too young to be married.

“So, are you meeting someone special at the Inn?” I ask her, nervous and intimidated by her sexiness. I make my feeble attempt at small talk. For several moments she did not answer, as if she didn’t hear me. Then she clears her throat. “I’m going to see my sister and her husband.”

“Oh, are they from out of town?”

“Yeah, they are in from Washington.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Nice and cool up north.”


“What about you? Are you a local? I’ve never seen you before. I work this beat a lot.”

“I don’t live in the city,” she tells me.

I nod as the conversation dies.

“Shit.” I hear her cry out from the back seat. The young woman slams her purse on the seat in apparent frustration.

I cock my head to the side. “Is something wrong, Miss?”

“Look, Mister, I can’t find my wallet. I must have left it on the train when I paid for my ride.”

Great, I think to myself, another beautiful woman trying to stiff me on her fare. It happens more than you might think. Not just beautiful women, but ugly women, and even sometimes men, old and young. There are so many people looking for a free ride. It irks me because I have to make a living, and incidents like this cut into my profit margin.

She looks at me with pleading in her eyes. She was mere feet away from where her sister stayed at the Inn. She hesitates, her hand hovering over the door handle.

“Do you have a cigarette?” I ask her, thinking she could pay me in cigarettes.

“No, I don’t smoke. But you know what? I feel terrible about not being able to pay.”

“It happens.”

“Maybe there is something else I can do. There has to be something. Let me think.”

I see her close her eyes, and a smile curls on her lips.

“I know,” she says, “I can pay you with a blow job.”

I raise my eyebrows, and my dick becomes hard immediately. In all this time working as a cabby, this is a first. I turn around and look at her.

“You are going to suck my cock?”

I stare at her beautiful face in disbelief. A little voice inside me tells me that she is just pulling my leg. What a fucking little cock tease. But there is something definitive in her voice, a determination. I slowly roll the car forward and turn right into the parking area. The lot is enormous, and I drive to a dark corner where no vehicles are in the immediate vicinity. I pull into a spot and kill the engine. Crossing my arms across my chest, I lean back into the seat.

“May I come up front and sit next to you?’ she asks.

“By all means. Be my guest.”

She opens the door, and I fear that she will flee for a moment. But she hurried right into the passenger side of the front seat. She looks at me and smiles shyly. Little wisps of her hair fall in front of her eyes. She puts her hand on my leg and strokes it, massaging it with her palms.

I close my eyes and savor the loving touch of a woman. It’s been so long since I have been intimate that I almost feel like a teenage boy making out in my parents’ car. My body reacts per nature, and at this moment, I am in love with this woman. She crawls closer to me, her initial insecurity melts away, and her body moves more seductively. I put my arm around her and drew her closer.

I jerk her toward mine and press her lips into mine. She does not struggle against my tongue as I swab the inside of her mouth with it. Her hand grips the crotch of my jeans, and she rubs my rock-hard dick. She fumbles with my belt buckle when she discovers how excited I am, furiously trying to get in. Her enthusiasm only serves to turn me on more.

She undoes the belt and then deftly unbuttons my fly like a pro. I squeeze one of her gorgeous tits as she reaches into my briefs and pulls out my cock. She looks down at my dick and snickers quietly.

“What’s so funny?” I ask in a whisper.


“You were laughing at my dick, weren’t you?”

“Well, you have to admit, it is small,” she retorted, smiling softly. She looks at me and wiggles her little pinky. Man, she’s beautiful, even if she’s insulting my manhood.

“It’s okay. I’ll still take care of it for you. You probably don’t get a lot of action with a tiny thing like that. That’s why you’re getting head from a random stranger in a cab. For all you know, I could be a prostitute. And you look like you’re gonna come! I’ve hardly even touched you yet. How pathetic. You really don’t get enough attention, do you?”

I shake my head. “No, it is pathetic. God, you are so hot.”

“Well, you better not blow your load too soon, you little twerp. You’d only be cheating yourself out of a blow job if you do. Let’s see how much you can take, loser.”

With her insults thrown at me, my little stick stands up straighter, and I am impatient to get her lips on my cock. I rub her tits roughly, focusing on her nipples. She responds by lifting her shirt. Her big luscious tits ooze out of her tight shirt. Through her silky lavender bra, her nipples poke rigidly.

“I bet you can easily deep throat me then, can’t you?” I ask, dropping a hint. I rolled her nipple around in my fingers.

“Why don’t you let me call the shots, loser.” She slaps my cheek playfully and laughs again at my tiny dick as it drips with pre-cum. She pulls it by the head between her thumb and index finger, eyeing the length and girth. Then she wraps her hand around my skinny dick. As soon as she starts working her hand up and down my thick shaft, I feel like I will pop.

The illicit nature of our game had me aroused beyond belief. And her brutal humiliation is more than my pathetic wimpy dick could handle. I concentrate on holding back. She smiles and licks her lips with her soft pink tongue. She jerks it a little more and then lowers her head into my crotch, tucking her hair behind her ears.

Slowly she wraps her lips around my cock. Her tongue circles my head quickly as she slowly lowers her mouth. She continued jerking me off until she eventually took me down to the base of my dick, and as I thought, she could do it with ease. Quiet little sucking noises emit from her throat as I begin to thrust. My tiny dick crammed tightly down her throat feels fantastic.

I grasp the back of her head and thrust harder. I can feel my orgasm building, and I can no longer hold back anymore as I splash the back of her throat with my thick load. It is one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I have ever experienced. I lose count of the spurts that jet out of my dick and down her throat. She pulls her mouth off my dick quickly after

I finished, and she leaned her face toward mine for a kiss. When her lips lock on mine, she deposits a mouth full of spooge into my mouth. She pulls away before I can react. I find myself with a mouthful of my semen mixed with her saliva.

“Asshole. Never come in a girl’s mouth without asking her first.”

I gag as I swallow the thick mess in a big gulp. She pulls her shirt down over her tits and grabs her purse from the back seat.

“I can walk to the entrance from here. Thanks for the ride, Tiny Tim.”

And without another word, she opens the door, gets out, and slams it behind her. I watch her walk away and toward the Inn, but she never looks back.


The End.


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.

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