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 3 or 4 years and were in a good stage of our relationship. We liked going out, having dinner, seeing movies, getting drunk, and doing anything that came to mind. 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 or simply drink in the street or park.
We liked sleeping together, so each week we'd alternate whose house we'd sleep at, and we managed to do it almost every weekend. To get to my place, we'd usually take a bus that left early morning and took about 30 minutes, and to get to her place, we'd normally take a taxi that arrived in 25 or 30 minutes.
I'm going to describe my girlfriend a bit.
Sara has brown hair and clear eyes, she's around 1.60 meters tall and has good curves without being too fat, with medium-sized beautiful breasts and a fairly large and round butt. At the time, she used to wear tight dresses, skirts, and all kinds of provocative clothing. She liked to attract attention, provoke guys, dance with them, and look at them lustfully, but never went further than that. We had our rules and I didn't really mind her games that only sought to draw 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 Jager, and we were somewhat drunk. Around 5 or 5:30, before sunrise, we decided to go 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.
Then we got into a taxi and told the driver where we were going and which route was the fastest to get there.
-Yes, I know it, without entering the city center, I'll take a detour towards the park and then get onto the highway...
The driver was a man between 40 and 50 years old who liked to murmur with each news 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 back seat and responding with brief phrases to his attempts at interaction. He talked out of turn: he told us that before he had been a second-division football player and now only played Saturdays with friends, that he had two dogs and that people had tried to steal from him several times so he had put protection between the seats in back and those in front.
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? The taxi driver stopped at a red light, got out of the road, and turned into a pedestrian street to avoid traffic. Although there was no one around, all that could be heard were some sirens in the background but no other cars.
-How much do I owe?
-Twenty-five euros and fifty cents.
I opened my wallet without great hopes and found some coins of twenty and fifty 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 can't find my wallet, heaven! Don't you have it? She searched through all the pockets but it was obvious that that enormous wallet wasn't in any of them.
-Well, it's fine, we'll pay with card.
-Oh no, I've got it turned off; so you'll have to go get cash.
-I'll just wait a moment and put my hand on the door handle to get out of the taxi.
-But what do you think you're doing, kid? I know you're going to come back. The door was closed.
-Well, let's go get the money and come back; I can 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 card and put it on a tray that the taxi driver had installed as a protection structure.
-Now it's your turn, sweetheart...
My girlfriend didn't have the wallet.
-Come on, it's true; let her take the purse even if it is.
-No, I don't want to; you'll have to stay here while my 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 phone and then you can both go; you look silly.
-Okay, fine... said my girlfriend.
-It's impossible for anything to be seen; come here and pass by because... unless nothing comes out in the picture. The taxi driver unlocked the doors and my girlfriend looked at me with an astonished face as she got out of the back door to sit in the copilot's seat.
-Come 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, to the police for what?
-You're not going to screw me, do you think I'm stupid or what?
-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 the hell do you want, lady?- A huge slap crossed my girlfriend's face, leaving her paralyzed. I had hit my girlfriend, that son of a slut had given a huge slap in the face to the woman I loved most.
-I'm going to kill you, damn it, I'm going to kill you!!- She was screaming while pounding on the plastic shield that vibrated slightly with each of my blows.
The man remained silent. Suddenly, I heard a metallic voice: National Police, how can I help you? Instantly, I stopped pounding on the shield, 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?... he had hung up.
-You haven't done very well with your plan, you're not going to screw me. But what do you want, we just want to get out...
My girlfriend was silent, dazed by the slap she had been given, looking into the distance.
The taxi driver accelerated the vehicle and moved it a few meters until it stopped in a covered ditch. Nothing could be seen, only the light that filtered through the back window. I lit the interior car light, like I had done to take a photo of my girlfriend and leaned over to get something from the glove compartment.
-Listen, we don't want to screw you, we're going to pay you...
-Ah, see how you explain the little knife...
I pulled out a medium-sized knife or a small one, not seeing it very well and left it on the driver's side.
My girlfriend made a gesture to grab his arm, but the taxi driver jerked her hair and grabbed her by the hair.
-So, you're going to pay, you're not going to laugh at me-
I grabbed her hair and pulled it up.
My girlfriend emitted a faint cry and a plea -for, for...
I didn't stop pounding on the windshield, trying to open the doors and even tried to break the glass with my elbow, causing myself immense pain in the nerve, so much that I almost started crying.
The taxi driver, with total calmness, brought his phone to the windshield.
-You're going to hear...-
I was calling the police again.
But just as he gave a tone, he hung up the phone.
Note that I had been looking 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 stupid 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 huddled, hurt, and lost-looking. Breathing slowly.
I began to lower my hand down my girlfriend's neck, stroking it, going up and down... we had fallen into their trap...
Suddenly her hand went a little further and sank into my girlfriend's cleavage.
Instinctively, my girlfriend pulled away and snapped out of her trance -but what are you doing sick?!
-Leave her alone, leave her now!
Another stronger slap even than the previous one hit my girlfriend's face, leaving her with her mouth open and profile.
I pulled out the phone again and slammed it against the windshield, dialing 091, the police number.
-Leave her... Bother, 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 way out. The taxi driver leaned his face into my girlfriend and yelled -¡¡Get them out¡¡ -¡¡TAKE THEM OUT¡¡ My girlfriend slowly turned around, pushed her hands into the neckline and without removing the bra pulled her tits over 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 remained paralyzed, as if outside myself, unable to believe what was happening... that lost look, semi-open mouth, and labored breathing... he had totally dominated my girlfriend.
That authoritative tone and the violence with which he addressed her had put her in a sexual trance from which she seemed unable to escape...
Her dress had been lowered to her navel and that man was rubbing Sara's hard nipples...
He grabbed her again by the hair, looking at her with disdain and said
-You know what to do.
Neither of us said anything... we knew what to do 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 large cock extended fully upwards without needing to touch her. Actually, it didn't seem that big, more like thick. I had given up shouting and was now staring intently, like someone watching their own life, waiting for everything to pass.
My girlfriend approached timidly and put her hands on him, started massaging him.
Swallow it! -He pushed my girlfriend against his cock, and with little resistance he almost inserted her halfway up its size. Then a bit more and then another bit more... she was choking... -Swallow, pig slut!!!- My girlfriend had an enormous hiccup and tried to get away... I dragged her back, holding her by the hair like a rag doll, and started screaming at her again
Swallow my cock, slut, you're a lady who sucks cocks. Sara was all red, recovering her breathing, the makeup running from tears and her eyes red from a night of partying. 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 gagging but mostly the characteristic sound of a wet throat...
Now I was totally comfortable, he had reclined against his knees, with his hands holding onto the seat at the same time as the pilot's dashboard.
You could hear a gasping, unfinished by lack of oxygen... the taxi driver was caressing the ass of my Sara. With his head between her legs he had slightly incorporated and was caressing the redhead of my girlfriend, who only had a small thong lace.
I yelled again, stuck to the windshield: leave her alone, leave her in peace son of a slut.
The taxi driver gave a huge punch to the windshield. My nose, which was stuck to the glass, received the strong impact and thought it had broken.
I started bleeding, and I began to cry.
-'You said not to bother.'
He had turned towards me and was shouting at me through the plastic.
He incorporated himself 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 lifted his face and spat a huge glob 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 in the seat, and constantly entering and exiting a thick taxi driver's penis from her mouth.
Her face was red like a tomato and her eyes were squinting... she was having a very bad time...(to be continued)
My girlfriend Sara and I were around 20 years old, we'd been together for 3 or 4 years and were in a good stage of our relationship. We liked going out, having dinner, seeing movies, getting drunk, and doing anything that came to mind. 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 or simply drink in the street or park.
We liked sleeping together, so each week we'd alternate whose house we'd sleep at, and we managed to do it almost every weekend. To get to my place, we'd usually take a bus that left early morning and took about 30 minutes, and to get to her place, we'd normally take a taxi that arrived in 25 or 30 minutes.
I'm going to describe my girlfriend a bit.
Sara has brown hair and clear eyes, she's around 1.60 meters tall and has good curves without being too fat, with medium-sized beautiful breasts and a fairly large and round butt. At the time, she used to wear tight dresses, skirts, and all kinds of provocative clothing. She liked to attract attention, provoke guys, dance with them, and look at them lustfully, but never went further than that. We had our rules and I didn't really mind her games that only sought to draw 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 Jager, and we were somewhat drunk. Around 5 or 5:30, before sunrise, we decided to go 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.Then we got into a taxi and told the driver where we were going and which route was the fastest to get there.
-Yes, I know it, without entering the city center, I'll take a detour towards the park and then get onto the highway...
The driver was a man between 40 and 50 years old who liked to murmur with each news 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 back seat and responding with brief phrases to his attempts at interaction. He talked out of turn: he told us that before he had been a second-division football player and now only played Saturdays with friends, that he had two dogs and that people had tried to steal from him several times so he had put protection between the seats in back and those in front.
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? The taxi driver stopped at a red light, got out of the road, and turned into a pedestrian street to avoid traffic. Although there was no one around, all that could be heard were some sirens in the background but no other cars.-How much do I owe?
-Twenty-five euros and fifty cents.
I opened my wallet without great hopes and found some coins of twenty and fifty 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 can't find my wallet, heaven! Don't you have it? She searched through all the pockets but it was obvious that that enormous wallet wasn't in any of them.
-Well, it's fine, we'll pay with card.
-Oh no, I've got it turned off; so you'll have to go get cash.
-I'll just wait a moment and put my hand on the door handle to get out of the taxi.
-But what do you think you're doing, kid? I know you're going to come back. The door was closed.
-Well, let's go get the money and come back; I can 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 card and put it on a tray that the taxi driver had installed as a protection structure.
-Now it's your turn, sweetheart...
My girlfriend didn't have the wallet.
-Come on, it's true; let her take the purse even if it is.
-No, I don't want to; you'll have to stay here while my 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 phone and then you can both go; you look silly.
-Okay, fine... said my girlfriend.
-It's impossible for anything to be seen; come here and pass by because... unless nothing comes out in the picture. The taxi driver unlocked the doors and my girlfriend looked at me with an astonished face as she got out of the back door to sit in the copilot's seat.
-Come 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, to the police for what?
-You're not going to screw me, do you think I'm stupid or what?
-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 the hell do you want, lady?- A huge slap crossed my girlfriend's face, leaving her paralyzed. I had hit my girlfriend, that son of a slut had given a huge slap in the face to the woman I loved most.
-I'm going to kill you, damn it, I'm going to kill you!!- She was screaming while pounding on the plastic shield that vibrated slightly with each of my blows.
The man remained silent. Suddenly, I heard a metallic voice: National Police, how can I help you? Instantly, I stopped pounding on the shield, 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?... he had hung up.
-You haven't done very well with your plan, you're not going to screw me. But what do you want, we just want to get out...
My girlfriend was silent, dazed by the slap she had been given, looking into the distance.
The taxi driver accelerated the vehicle and moved it a few meters until it stopped in a covered ditch. Nothing could be seen, only the light that filtered through the back window. I lit the interior car light, like I had done to take a photo of my girlfriend and leaned over to get something from the glove compartment.
-Listen, we don't want to screw you, we're going to pay you...
-Ah, see how you explain the little knife...
I pulled out a medium-sized knife or a small one, not seeing it very well and left it on the driver's side.
My girlfriend made a gesture to grab his arm, but the taxi driver jerked her hair and grabbed her by the hair.
-So, you're going to pay, you're not going to laugh at me-
I grabbed her hair and pulled it up.
My girlfriend emitted a faint cry and a plea -for, for...
I didn't stop pounding on the windshield, trying to open the doors and even tried to break the glass with my elbow, causing myself immense pain in the nerve, so much that I almost started crying.
The taxi driver, with total calmness, brought his phone to the windshield.
-You're going to hear...-
I was calling the police again.
But just as he gave a tone, he hung up the phone.
Note that I had been looking 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 stupid 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 huddled, hurt, and lost-looking. Breathing slowly.
I began to lower my hand down my girlfriend's neck, stroking it, going up and down... we had fallen into their trap...
Suddenly her hand went a little further and sank into my girlfriend's cleavage.
Instinctively, my girlfriend pulled away and snapped out of her trance -but what are you doing sick?!
-Leave her alone, leave her now!
Another stronger slap even than the previous one hit my girlfriend's face, leaving her with her mouth open and profile.
I pulled out the phone again and slammed it against the windshield, dialing 091, the police number.
-Leave her... Bother, 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 way out. The taxi driver leaned his face into my girlfriend and yelled -¡¡Get them out¡¡ -¡¡TAKE THEM OUT¡¡ My girlfriend slowly turned around, pushed her hands into the neckline and without removing the bra pulled her tits over 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 remained paralyzed, as if outside myself, unable to believe what was happening... that lost look, semi-open mouth, and labored breathing... he had totally dominated my girlfriend.
That authoritative tone and the violence with which he addressed her had put her in a sexual trance from which she seemed unable to escape...
Her dress had been lowered to her navel and that man was rubbing Sara's hard nipples...
He grabbed her again by the hair, looking at her with disdain and said
-You know what to do.
Neither of us said anything... we knew what to do 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 large cock extended fully upwards without needing to touch her. Actually, it didn't seem that big, more like thick. I had given up shouting and was now staring intently, like someone watching their own life, waiting for everything to pass.
My girlfriend approached timidly and put her hands on him, started massaging him.
Swallow it! -He pushed my girlfriend against his cock, and with little resistance he almost inserted her halfway up its size. Then a bit more and then another bit more... she was choking... -Swallow, pig slut!!!- My girlfriend had an enormous hiccup and tried to get away... I dragged her back, holding her by the hair like a rag doll, and started screaming at her againSwallow my cock, slut, you're a lady who sucks cocks. Sara was all red, recovering her breathing, the makeup running from tears and her eyes red from a night of partying. 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 gagging but mostly the characteristic sound of a wet throat...Now I was totally comfortable, he had reclined against his knees, with his hands holding onto the seat at the same time as the pilot's dashboard.You could hear a gasping, unfinished by lack of oxygen... the taxi driver was caressing the ass of my Sara. With his head between her legs he had slightly incorporated and was caressing the redhead of my girlfriend, who only had a small thong lace. I yelled again, stuck to the windshield: leave her alone, leave her in peace son of a slut.
The taxi driver gave a huge punch to the windshield. My nose, which was stuck to the glass, received the strong impact and thought it had broken.
I started bleeding, and I began to cry.
-'You said not to bother.'
He had turned towards me and was shouting at me through the plastic.
He incorporated himself 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 lifted his face and spat a huge glob 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 in the seat, and constantly entering and exiting a thick taxi driver's penis from her mouth.Her face was red like a tomato and her eyes were squinting... she was having a very bad time...(to be continued)
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