"Where too?" Jason asked, looking in the mirror. A
nicely dressed couple now inhabited the back seat of his cab.
The man had dark hair, a fair complexion, and the looks that a
woman would find pleasing. The woman... the woman was hot. She
had long black hair and a complicated black dress with a lot of
frills. She was the typical perfect rich bitch which he usually
saw climbing into the back of a limo. Tonight he was getting
lucky, a rich fare and a big tip.
"San Simian," the man said with a smirk.
"Only in this city, Mack," Jason said in a bored
voice. It had been a long day, it was approaching midnight, and
Jason was in no mood for upper-crust humor.
"12th and Michigan Avenue," the man said. The
hackles stood up on the back of Jason's neck. He slowed the taxi
and pulled over to the side. They looked around, then looked at
him in the mirror with some confusion.
"Why are we stopping?" the man demanded.
"Because you don't look like the kind of people who
would frequent Michigan Avenue," Jason said, slamming the taxi
"So nobody makes drug deals from my cab. If you
want to go home, I will be happy to drive you. If you are
looking for a score, then you had better walk."
"If I wanted to go home, I would have taken my
limo," the man muttered, laughing.
"Shhhh, he's onto us," the woman said in an
exaggerated whisper, intended for Jason's ears.
"How about a 1000 dollar tip?" the man said with a
"The lady can stay, but you get out," Jason turned
and looked a the man. He spoke in a cold, unforgiving tone.
"Come on, dear, the MAN doesn't want us to ride
with him," he sneered, opening his door.
"I'm beat, David. I think I will take the cab
home. You go on."
"Whaa..." he started to object. His face took on a
pathetic, boyish quality that Jason found revolting. It was
obviously an act. Jason slammed the transmission into drive and
the door slammed in the man's face. Jason could hear him yelling
as he chased the cab, but Jason ignored him.
"That was very rude," the woman said.
"You don't need to be dragged down by that kind of
trash," Jason said, still driving without a destination.
"He's hardly trash. He's the son of one of the
richest men in New York."
"Rich trash is still trash. Besides, being
somebody's son, doesn't make you anything more than a slip of
"Does that apply to women as well?"
"Absolutely. I am an equal opportunity
The woman laughed, the first real noise she had
made since she climbed into the cab. She turned and stretched
her long legs out on the seat. Jason could see them from the
night portion of his mirror. They were friggin perfect. She
kinked one knee, which allowed her dress to open and slide down
her leg. Jason suddenly found it hard to drive. The dark top of
her stocking came right up within a foot of her pelvis, and Jason
could see it clearly.
"That's quite a set of leg you have," he said
"It's the only pair I've ever owned, so I take care
of them. I like them," she airily admitted, running her hand up
and down her long, sensuous leg.
The street lights passed, lighting her delicious
legs intermittently as they passed. Neither spoke for several
"You don't look happy," he finally said, breaking
the uncomfortable silence.
"I'm tired, tired of this whole mess," she sighed.
"I'm tired of being a senator's daughter, tired of saying only
the right things at the right times, tired of it all," she said,
looking up at him in the mirror.
"Have you ever tried slumming?" he asked
"You mean fuck one of the dirty, unwashed masses?"
"Only my mind is dirty, the rest of me took a
shower about 7 hours ago."
"You?" she seemed to be thinking about his
proposition. "Ah, where are we going?" she asked, quickly
looking around. One side of the street was walled by tall
buildings, the other was a wilderness.
"I have no idea. Central Park I guess."
"I don't know, you look uptown to me. Where are
"Oh, sorry," he laughed, making a u-turn in the
middle of the street. Once again, silence descended between the
two of them. He kept track of her legs in the mirror. He could
only see them in the upper "night" portion of the mirror, so they
were lit in all their splendid glory for a moment, then faded as
the lights passed behind them. She caught him eying her in the
mirror. She began running her hand up and down her thigh, while
maintaining eye contact. As her hand touched the crotch of her
panties, Jason's eyes bugged out. He found it impossible to keep
an eye on her, while watching traffic, pedestrians, and traffic
signals. He glanced over at the parking area at the edge of
central park and immediately pulled over. Cars honked and weaved
to avoid him. He pulled into a parking place and cut the
"We're stopping?" she asked, suddenly amused.
"Yeah," he turned to look at her. "Your place or
mine?" he asked patting the front seat of the cab.
"It had better be mine, your's is a bit cramped."
He locked the front doors, turned and slid the bullet proof
plexiglass aside. Like a snake, he slithered into the back seat.
He locked the back doors as well. Central Park was not the
safest place at night. He didn't want to be killed, while
enjoying the classiest fuck of his life.
"I don't kiss," she said as he moved close, looking
at her cherry red lips.
"The hell you don't."
"I don't believe in it. Kissing is a disgusting,
dirty..." her words were cut off by Jason's lips. He held the
back of her head, while he mashed his lips against her's. He
knew he was destroying a pair of lips adorned by designer
lipstick, but he didn't care. They were soft and responsive,
that's all that mattered to him.
He was surprised to find her tongue suddenly
probing his mouth. For a woman who didn't kiss, she was very
good at it.
Jason ran his hand up her left leg and cupped his
hand over the warm mound of her panties. It was silky soft and
very hot. Her legs were slender and absolutely perfect. He
imagined that she had somebody who measured them each day too
make sure. He had not doubt that their love-making would be
figured into her "calories burned" calculations for the next
"Wait," she woman said, opening the top of her
dress. She pulled a cone shaped breast from the top of all that
fabric and presented it to him. He dove forward and captured the
dark nipple with a large areola in his mouth and sucked
"Oh yes, I can feel that clear down to my pussy,"
she whispered. He lightly rubbed her mound through the material
of her panties. It was so hot. He knew he would be rubbing
wetness in a moment. She was one sexy little bitch.
"Do the other," she said after a few minutes. They
both pulled down the fabric and dug the left breast from her
dress and bra. It was hot and firm in his hands. He marveled at
the large areola around her nipple. It was fully three inches
across. Possible the largest areola he had ever seen. He took
the stiffened nipple into his lips and sucked, while his tongue
strummed it rapidly. She breathed harshly, pulling his head into
her breast. He felt like a baby, nursing off his mother. And
that's how she treated him, murmuring, clucking softly, and
stroking his face as he nursed.
"You're going to give mama a big cum," she signed,
pressing her chest forward to meet his mouth. Jason didn't like
thinking about his mama while sucking on that delicious set of
tits, but he had to admit, it was kinky as hell.
"You are not my mama," he said around her nipple.
She rubbed her hand on the back of his head, while enjoying his
mouth on her hot nipple.
"That's right, my name is Amanda," she whispered,
gasping for breath. Jason suddenly realized that she had not
been kidding. She was giving off all the signs of a woman about
to cum. He had never seen a woman cum because somebody had
sucked on her breasts, but it could happen. Abruptly, it did.
Amanda began panting and moaning, louder and louder. She mashed
his face against her breast, petting the back of his head to the
point of pain. He continued, ignoring the pain. He knew she
would stop when her orgasm hit. Then it did. She began bucking
her pelvis against his hand and groaning. She grabbed his head
and pulled him into a kiss, while her pussy spasmed and gyrated,
bucking against his hand. He held his fingers firmly cupped
around her mound, until she whimpered and relaxed. He was now
holding a very wet pair of panties in his hand.
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