This story I'm about to tell you, I've never told anyone else. It gives me great shame and is something I've kept secret for years.
My girlfriend Sara and I were around 20 years old, we'd been together for three or four years and were in a good moment as a couple. We liked going out, having dinner, going to the movies, getting drunk, and doing anything that came up. Sex was also at a great moment. We were learning, experimenting, and really enjoyed sleeping together and having sex almost everywhere.
Almost every weekend we'd get together with our friends to drink liters and laugh a bit, sometimes we'd go to bars and other times just drink in the street or park.
We liked sleeping together, so we'd alternate houses for sleepovers, and managed to do it almost every weekend. To get to my house, we'd usually take a bus that left early morning and took about 30 minutes, and to get to her house, we'd normally take a taxi that arrived in 25 or 30 minutes.
I'll describe my girlfriend a bit.
Sara has brown hair and clear eyes, she's around 5'7 with good curves but not too fat, with medium-sized beautiful breasts and a fairly large and rounded butt. Back then, she'd usually wear tight dresses, skirts, and all sorts of provocative clothing. She liked to flirt, provoke boys, dance with them, and look at them lasciviously, but never went further than that. We had our rules and I didn't really mind her games that only sought attention.
That night my girlfriend was wearing a short dress that showed off all her precious curves and military boots above the ankle. We had drunk some beers and also tequila shots and Jagger, and we were somewhat intoxicated. Around 5 or 5:30, before sunrise, we decided to head home. We said goodbye to our friends, who would still be there for a few more hours, and looked for a taxi on the nearby streets.
We soon got into a taxi and explained where we were going and which route was the fastest way to get there.
-Yes, I know, without entering the city center, I'll take a detour towards the park and then exit onto the highway...
The driver was a man in his late 40s or early 50s who liked to mumble along with each news story he heard on the radio.
He tried to strike up a conversation by commenting on current events and asking us about ourselves. We were dozing off in the backseat and responding with brief phrases to his attempts at interaction. He talked to himself: he told us that before, he had been a second-division footballer and now only played Saturdays with friends, that he had two dogs and that they had tried to steal from him several times, so he had put up protection between the back and front seats.
We gave unnecessary turns and finally arrived at the neighborhood where my girlfriend's parents lived. -Do you want to leave me at the door or here itself? The taxi driver stopped at a red light and got out of the road and turned into a pedestrian street to get away from traffic. Although there was no one, and all that could be heard were some sirens in the background but no other car.
-How much do I owe?
-Twenty-five euros
I opened my wallet without great hopes and found some coins of 20 and 50 cents. It was something mechanical, I knew perfectly well that I had spent all my money on beers. My girlfriend, who is more cautious, always kept money for going back home and opened her purse to look for the wallet.
-I don't find my wallet, heaven, do you have it? She searched through all the pockets but it was obvious that that huge wallet wasn't in any of them.
-Well, it doesn't matter, we'll pay with card.
-Well, it won't work, I've turned it off, so you'll have to go get cash.
-I threw a moment and put my hand on the door handle to get out of the taxi.
-But what do you think, kid, since I know you're going to come back. The door was closed.
-Well, let's go get the money and come back, can I leave the wallet or something so you'll know I'm coming back? I said.
-Give me your identification, then if you leave I can report you.
-I thought it was a good idea, took out my ID and put it on a tray that had been installed by the taxi driver as a protection structure.
-Now yours, dear...
My girlfriend didn't have the wallet.
-Ouch, it's true, let her take the purse even if it is.
-No, I don't want that, you'll have to stay here while your boyfriend goes to an ATM.
We looked at each other uncertainly. I didn't want to leave my girlfriend alone with that unknown man in the middle of the night, it was quite uncomfortable.
-Look, let me take a photo of you with my mobile and let you both go, you seem silly.
-Okay, well... said my girlfriend.
-It's impossible for anything to be seen, walk past here because... unless nothing comes out in the photo. The taxi driver unlocked the doors and my girlfriend looked at me with a look of amazement as she got out of the back door to sit in the copilot's seat.
-Come on, look at the camera.
The taxi driver took the picture and stayed for a moment looking at his phone.
And now I'm going to call the police
-What?- I didn't understand what he was referring to the police for what?
-You're not going to screw me, what do you think I am stupid or something?
-But what are you saying, man, if we're going to pay... let us get out.
The man dialed the police number and put it on speakerphone.
!!What are you doing, idiots?!! - my girlfriend was so nervous that she started crying and grabbed the taxi driver's phone. The call hung up but the taxi driver managed to keep his phone in his power.
-What kind of pussy are you, lady? A huge slap crossed my girlfriend's face, leaving her paralyzed. He had slapped my girlfriend, that son of a slut had given her a huge slap on the face of the woman I loved most.
I'm going to kill you, damn it, I'm going to kill you!! - he was screaming while pounding on the plastic protector that vibrated slightly with each of my blows.
The man remained silent. Suddenly, I heard a metallic voice like National Police, how can I help you. Instantly, I stopped pounding on the protector, expecting what would happen next.
-They're trying to steal from me, some kids are trying to steal from me... said the taxi driver
-But what do you mean...!!
-I've been threatened with a knife and locked in the back of my taxi...
Tell me where you are, sir... sir?... had hung up.
-You didn't get out very well, your plan isn't going to screw me.
-But we don't want to screw you, what are you saying, let us get out...
My girlfriend was silent, stunned by the slap she had been given, looking into the distance. I lit the interior car light, as I had done to take a photo of my girlfriend and leaned forward to get something from the glove compartment.
-Listen, we don't want to screw you over, we're going to pay you...
-See how you explain the little knife...
-I took out a medium-sized knife or a small one, didn't see it very well, and left it on the pilot's side.
-My girlfriend made a gesture as if to grab his arm, but the taxi driver jerked her hair and grabbed it.
-You're going to pay, you're not going to laugh at me
-I grabbed her hair and pulled it up.
-My girlfriend let out a faint cry and a plea -stop, stop...
-I didn't stop pounding on the windshield, trying to open the doors and even attempted to break the glass with my elbow, causing myself immense damage to the nerve, so much that I almost started crying.
-The taxi driver, completely calm, brought his phone up to the windshield.
-You're going to hear...
-I was calling the police again.
-But just then he hung up the phone.
-I had been staring at my girlfriend for a long time. I was stuck to the plastic, talking to her, yelling at her, trying to get her attention, but now I was only looking at my girlfriend and saying things in a low voice.
-But who would think... what a silly head...
-I started caressing my girlfriend's face with two fingers while continuing to mutter clichés...
-Leave her alone, leave her, I'm warning you...
-She ignored me completely.
-My girlfriend was curled up, hurt and with a lost look. Breathing slowly.
-I started to lower my hand down the back of my girlfriend's neck, caressing it, going up and down... we had fallen into their trap...
-Suddenly her hand went under a bit more and sank into my girlfriend's cleavage.
-Instinctively my girlfriend moved away and snapped out of her trance -what are you doing sick!
-Leave her alone now
-An even stronger slap than the previous one hit my girlfriend's face, leaving her with her mouth open and profile.
-I took out my phone again and pressed it against the glass, dialing 091, the police number.
-Stop... Bother me, don't make it worse. I didn't know what to do, I just wanted to get out of there but I was blocked, I couldn't see any exit. The taxi driver leaned his face into my girlfriend and yelled -¡¡Get them out¡¡ -¡¡TAKE THEM OUT¡¡ My girlfriend slowly turned around, plunged her hands into the neckline and without removing the bra pulled out her tits above the dress.
I looked her in the eye and understood what was happening...
Little slut you are... said the taxi driver while squeezing my girlfriend's breasts. I froze, like being outside myself, unable to believe what was happening... that lost look, semi-open mouth, and labored breathing... he had totally dominated my girlfriend. That authoritarian tone and the violence with which he addressed her had put her in a sexual trance from which she seemed unable to escape.. The dress lowered to the navel and that man rubbing Sara's hard nipples... I grabbed her hair again, looking at her with disdain and said 'you know what to do now.' Neither of us said anything, we knew what was going on now... Little pig you have as a girlfriend, kid...' he was taking off his pants. It cost him because he had my girlfriend's hair in his other hand, her head looking up at the ceiling. He took off his underwear and a big cock extended fully upwards without needing to touch her. Actually, it didn't seem that big, it was more like thick. I had given up shouting and now I was staring blankly, like someone watching their own life, waiting for everything to pass. My girlfriend approached timidly and put her hands on him, started massaging him.
Come it! -He pushed my girlfriend against his cock and with little resistance almost half of its size. Then a bit more and then another bit more... she was choking...
-Come, dirty pig!!!- My girlfriend had an enormous hiccup and tried to get away...
I pulled her back by the hair, as if it were a rag doll, and started screaming at her again
You're going to swallow my cock, slut, you're a lady who sucks cocks. Sara was all red, recovering her breathing, the makeup smeared by tears and the red eyes of a night out party. But those tears weren't from crying... I nodded slightly and went back to the task... Her head went up and down, held by her hair, and almost completely hid that cock. Sometimes you could hear some gulps but mostly the characteristic sound of a wet throat...
Now he was totally comfortable, had leaned back on his knees, with his hands holding onto the seat at the same time as the dashboard of the pilot.
I could hear a gasping, cut off by lack of oxygen... the taxi driver was caressing my Sara's ass. With his head between her legs he had slightly lifted himself and was caressing the redhead of my girlfriend, who only had a small thong lace on. I yelled again, glued to the shield: leave her alone, leave her in peace you son of a slut. The taxi driver gave a huge punch to the shield. My nose, which was stuck to the glass, received the strong impact and thought it had broken. I started bleeding and began crying. -I told you not to bother. He had turned towards me and was shouting at me through the plastic. He lifted himself up until his back touched the car roof, grabbed my girlfriend's head and brought her back around holding her by the hair. He let her go and gave her a tremendous slap that resonated throughout the car. -I'll teach you how to treat a slut. I raised his face and spat a huge mouthful of saliva all over his face, followed by another slap. -If your boyfriend keeps bothering you, I'll destroy you.
I grab her head and push his cock back into her mouth again. This time frantically, in and out, in and out.
Sara was on all fours over the co-pilot's seat with her hands and knees on the seat, and constantly entering and leaving her mouth a thick taxi driver's penis.
Her face was red like a tomato and her eyes were half-closed... she was enjoying the very fox...(to be continued)
My girlfriend Sara and I were around 20 years old, we'd been together for three or four years and were in a good moment as a couple. We liked going out, having dinner, going to the movies, getting drunk, and doing anything that came up. Sex was also at a great moment. We were learning, experimenting, and really enjoyed sleeping together and having sex almost everywhere.
Almost every weekend we'd get together with our friends to drink liters and laugh a bit, sometimes we'd go to bars and other times just drink in the street or park.
We liked sleeping together, so we'd alternate houses for sleepovers, and managed to do it almost every weekend. To get to my house, we'd usually take a bus that left early morning and took about 30 minutes, and to get to her house, we'd normally take a taxi that arrived in 25 or 30 minutes.
I'll describe my girlfriend a bit.
Sara has brown hair and clear eyes, she's around 5'7 with good curves but not too fat, with medium-sized beautiful breasts and a fairly large and rounded butt. Back then, she'd usually wear tight dresses, skirts, and all sorts of provocative clothing. She liked to flirt, provoke boys, dance with them, and look at them lasciviously, but never went further than that. We had our rules and I didn't really mind her games that only sought attention.
That night my girlfriend was wearing a short dress that showed off all her precious curves and military boots above the ankle. We had drunk some beers and also tequila shots and Jagger, and we were somewhat intoxicated. Around 5 or 5:30, before sunrise, we decided to head home. We said goodbye to our friends, who would still be there for a few more hours, and looked for a taxi on the nearby streets.We soon got into a taxi and explained where we were going and which route was the fastest way to get there.
-Yes, I know, without entering the city center, I'll take a detour towards the park and then exit onto the highway...
The driver was a man in his late 40s or early 50s who liked to mumble along with each news story he heard on the radio.
He tried to strike up a conversation by commenting on current events and asking us about ourselves. We were dozing off in the backseat and responding with brief phrases to his attempts at interaction. He talked to himself: he told us that before, he had been a second-division footballer and now only played Saturdays with friends, that he had two dogs and that they had tried to steal from him several times, so he had put up protection between the back and front seats.
We gave unnecessary turns and finally arrived at the neighborhood where my girlfriend's parents lived. -Do you want to leave me at the door or here itself? The taxi driver stopped at a red light and got out of the road and turned into a pedestrian street to get away from traffic. Although there was no one, and all that could be heard were some sirens in the background but no other car.-How much do I owe?
-Twenty-five euros
I opened my wallet without great hopes and found some coins of 20 and 50 cents. It was something mechanical, I knew perfectly well that I had spent all my money on beers. My girlfriend, who is more cautious, always kept money for going back home and opened her purse to look for the wallet.
-I don't find my wallet, heaven, do you have it? She searched through all the pockets but it was obvious that that huge wallet wasn't in any of them.
-Well, it doesn't matter, we'll pay with card.
-Well, it won't work, I've turned it off, so you'll have to go get cash.
-I threw a moment and put my hand on the door handle to get out of the taxi.
-But what do you think, kid, since I know you're going to come back. The door was closed.
-Well, let's go get the money and come back, can I leave the wallet or something so you'll know I'm coming back? I said.
-Give me your identification, then if you leave I can report you.
-I thought it was a good idea, took out my ID and put it on a tray that had been installed by the taxi driver as a protection structure.
-Now yours, dear...
My girlfriend didn't have the wallet.
-Ouch, it's true, let her take the purse even if it is.
-No, I don't want that, you'll have to stay here while your boyfriend goes to an ATM.
We looked at each other uncertainly. I didn't want to leave my girlfriend alone with that unknown man in the middle of the night, it was quite uncomfortable.
-Look, let me take a photo of you with my mobile and let you both go, you seem silly.
-Okay, well... said my girlfriend.
-It's impossible for anything to be seen, walk past here because... unless nothing comes out in the photo. The taxi driver unlocked the doors and my girlfriend looked at me with a look of amazement as she got out of the back door to sit in the copilot's seat.
-Come on, look at the camera.
The taxi driver took the picture and stayed for a moment looking at his phone.
And now I'm going to call the police
-What?- I didn't understand what he was referring to the police for what?
-You're not going to screw me, what do you think I am stupid or something?
-But what are you saying, man, if we're going to pay... let us get out.
The man dialed the police number and put it on speakerphone.
!!What are you doing, idiots?!! - my girlfriend was so nervous that she started crying and grabbed the taxi driver's phone. The call hung up but the taxi driver managed to keep his phone in his power.
-What kind of pussy are you, lady? A huge slap crossed my girlfriend's face, leaving her paralyzed. He had slapped my girlfriend, that son of a slut had given her a huge slap on the face of the woman I loved most.
I'm going to kill you, damn it, I'm going to kill you!! - he was screaming while pounding on the plastic protector that vibrated slightly with each of my blows.
The man remained silent. Suddenly, I heard a metallic voice like National Police, how can I help you. Instantly, I stopped pounding on the protector, expecting what would happen next.
-They're trying to steal from me, some kids are trying to steal from me... said the taxi driver
-But what do you mean...!!
-I've been threatened with a knife and locked in the back of my taxi...
Tell me where you are, sir... sir?... had hung up.
-You didn't get out very well, your plan isn't going to screw me.
-But we don't want to screw you, what are you saying, let us get out...
My girlfriend was silent, stunned by the slap she had been given, looking into the distance. I lit the interior car light, as I had done to take a photo of my girlfriend and leaned forward to get something from the glove compartment.
-Listen, we don't want to screw you over, we're going to pay you...
-See how you explain the little knife...
-I took out a medium-sized knife or a small one, didn't see it very well, and left it on the pilot's side.
-My girlfriend made a gesture as if to grab his arm, but the taxi driver jerked her hair and grabbed it.
-You're going to pay, you're not going to laugh at me
-I grabbed her hair and pulled it up.
-My girlfriend let out a faint cry and a plea -stop, stop...
-I didn't stop pounding on the windshield, trying to open the doors and even attempted to break the glass with my elbow, causing myself immense damage to the nerve, so much that I almost started crying.
-The taxi driver, completely calm, brought his phone up to the windshield.
-You're going to hear...
-I was calling the police again.
-But just then he hung up the phone.
-I had been staring at my girlfriend for a long time. I was stuck to the plastic, talking to her, yelling at her, trying to get her attention, but now I was only looking at my girlfriend and saying things in a low voice.
-But who would think... what a silly head...
-I started caressing my girlfriend's face with two fingers while continuing to mutter clichés...
-Leave her alone, leave her, I'm warning you...
-She ignored me completely.
-My girlfriend was curled up, hurt and with a lost look. Breathing slowly.
-I started to lower my hand down the back of my girlfriend's neck, caressing it, going up and down... we had fallen into their trap...
-Suddenly her hand went under a bit more and sank into my girlfriend's cleavage.
-Instinctively my girlfriend moved away and snapped out of her trance -what are you doing sick!
-Leave her alone now
-An even stronger slap than the previous one hit my girlfriend's face, leaving her with her mouth open and profile.
-I took out my phone again and pressed it against the glass, dialing 091, the police number.
-Stop... Bother me, don't make it worse. I didn't know what to do, I just wanted to get out of there but I was blocked, I couldn't see any exit. The taxi driver leaned his face into my girlfriend and yelled -¡¡Get them out¡¡ -¡¡TAKE THEM OUT¡¡ My girlfriend slowly turned around, plunged her hands into the neckline and without removing the bra pulled out her tits above the dress.
I looked her in the eye and understood what was happening...Little slut you are... said the taxi driver while squeezing my girlfriend's breasts. I froze, like being outside myself, unable to believe what was happening... that lost look, semi-open mouth, and labored breathing... he had totally dominated my girlfriend. That authoritarian tone and the violence with which he addressed her had put her in a sexual trance from which she seemed unable to escape.. The dress lowered to the navel and that man rubbing Sara's hard nipples... I grabbed her hair again, looking at her with disdain and said 'you know what to do now.' Neither of us said anything, we knew what was going on now... Little pig you have as a girlfriend, kid...' he was taking off his pants. It cost him because he had my girlfriend's hair in his other hand, her head looking up at the ceiling. He took off his underwear and a big cock extended fully upwards without needing to touch her. Actually, it didn't seem that big, it was more like thick. I had given up shouting and now I was staring blankly, like someone watching their own life, waiting for everything to pass. My girlfriend approached timidly and put her hands on him, started massaging him.Come it! -He pushed my girlfriend against his cock and with little resistance almost half of its size. Then a bit more and then another bit more... she was choking...-Come, dirty pig!!!- My girlfriend had an enormous hiccup and tried to get away...
I pulled her back by the hair, as if it were a rag doll, and started screaming at her again
You're going to swallow my cock, slut, you're a lady who sucks cocks. Sara was all red, recovering her breathing, the makeup smeared by tears and the red eyes of a night out party. But those tears weren't from crying... I nodded slightly and went back to the task... Her head went up and down, held by her hair, and almost completely hid that cock. Sometimes you could hear some gulps but mostly the characteristic sound of a wet throat...Now he was totally comfortable, had leaned back on his knees, with his hands holding onto the seat at the same time as the dashboard of the pilot.I could hear a gasping, cut off by lack of oxygen... the taxi driver was caressing my Sara's ass. With his head between her legs he had slightly lifted himself and was caressing the redhead of my girlfriend, who only had a small thong lace on. I yelled again, glued to the shield: leave her alone, leave her in peace you son of a slut. The taxi driver gave a huge punch to the shield. My nose, which was stuck to the glass, received the strong impact and thought it had broken. I started bleeding and began crying. -I told you not to bother. He had turned towards me and was shouting at me through the plastic. He lifted himself up until his back touched the car roof, grabbed my girlfriend's head and brought her back around holding her by the hair. He let her go and gave her a tremendous slap that resonated throughout the car. -I'll teach you how to treat a slut. I raised his face and spat a huge mouthful of saliva all over his face, followed by another slap. -If your boyfriend keeps bothering you, I'll destroy you.I grab her head and push his cock back into her mouth again. This time frantically, in and out, in and out.Sara was on all fours over the co-pilot's seat with her hands and knees on the seat, and constantly entering and leaving her mouth a thick taxi driver's penis.Her face was red like a tomato and her eyes were half-closed... she was enjoying the very fox...(to be continued)
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