You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore, you
see everything. I’m not kidding. Baltimore is just
full of characters, and it seems like I’ve had ’em all
in my hack at one time or another in the years I’ve
been doing this to keep a fucking roof over my head and
pay my non-fucking ex-wife’s alimony bills.
Like I said, I’ve seen all kinds of fares, but
the topper had to be this rich society bitch last
Christmas. I pick her up at BWI, load her bags into
the trunk and take off. She’s wearing a dead fox
around her shoulders and gave some fancy up town
address. She’s about 40 years old, but still sexy in
a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I’m not
But here’s the thing: When I pull in front of her
castle, she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and
whaddya know? She can’t find her wallet! “I’m terribly
sorry,” she says in this hoity-toity voice. “I don’t
seem to be able to pay you.”
“That’s too fuckin’ bad, lady,” I say. “I guess
you ain’t goin’ home yet then.” And I pull away from
the curb and head for the nearest expressway.
That got her panties all bunched up. “What can
I pay you with?” she says all nervous and agitated.
She’s in my environment now.
“Well for starters you can suck my dick,” I say.
I figure that she’ll get insulted and report me but
what the heck, right? I admit it, I’ve got a crude
mouth at times — I guess that’s why my wife left me…
for another woman. But get this: The bitch actually
says, “Well, okay.”
With that I pull off the expressway, but leave
the motor running because it’s a fucking cold day, and
I want the heater on. Then I climb into the back seat
with her, unzip my fly and haul out my pride and joy.
“Here, lady, here’s a nice cold treat for ya,
See if you can warm it up for me.” Before she could
react, I shove my schlong between those society lips
quicker than you can say Jack Frost. I’m no dummy, I
hold her head so she cab’t get away.
I thought the old bat was gonna’ c***e on it at
first — judging from the gurgling noises comin’ from
the back of her throat — but before long she got into
the spirit of giving head as I pushed my stiff, spit-
slick pole in and out of her warm, delicate mouth.
Once or twice she accidentally bit me, and I had
to cuff her, but all in all, she sucked like the pros
I usually frequent, and when I spermed like a madman
into her mouth, she swallowed the whole mess without
blinking an eye.
“What’s the matter? Old man not giving it to
ya?” I say. She’s pretty hot by this time, so I reach
down and yank open her skirt and pull her lacy black
panties down. She doesn’t object!
She’s gasping like a pig in heat, going, “Fuck
me, fuck me. My husband never touches me anymore. Oh,
stick it in me. Ram my pussy,” and some other trashy
bullshit I forget.
“Easy, you old cow,” I snarl, and thrust three
fingers into her heaving snatch. It’s surprisingly
tight for such an old hole, and she was wetter than
piss as I performed a digital exploratory.
After about two minutes of this threeplay I
figure she’s ready for my beefy cock, so I push her
down on the seat, yank her legs wide open, lean down
for a quick whiff of her smelly slit — ah, heaven —
then aim my pecker at her hungry box and ram it home.
I split her cunt apart with my piledriver,
filling it up with my stiff eight-incher. She grabs
onto me, digging her sharp fingernails into my hairy
ass as I belt her cunt with my boy-stick, reaming it
in and out as hard and fast as I can, ripping her
dainty little, rich-bitch cunt with my angry beast.
To her credit, she gave me as good as she got,
thrusting her lily-white hips up to meet each savage
stroke I laid into her. For an over-the-hill broad,
her cunt felt pretty good as it clamped down on my
busy bone, almost as good as the hookers I fuck for
their fares too.
Right in the middle of it she starts begging
me to talk dirty to her, like my big fat dick stuffing
her cunt isn’t enough for her upper-class snatch.
“Ahh, shaddup!” I growl, and to show I’m not
kidding, I let her have a playful slap in the kisser.
Instead of annoying her, it turns her on more,
and we screw like that in the back of my cab for
about 45 minutes, traffic whizzing by outside the
whole time. I kept up the bone pressure as I man-
handled her big, creamy knockers and stuck my tongue
down her throat. I pinched her big nipples till they
were hard as pebbles and she had tears in her eyes.
From the way her body was shaking, I figure she
must have cum half-a-dozen times since I jumped on top
of her. I feel like cuming too; so when my time came,
I didn’t hold back. At the last minute I pulled my
dick out of her soppy snatch and, careful not to hit
the seat, let her have a hot, milky one right in the
face. She starts lapping it up like a starving puppy,
and smearing it into her cheeks, all the while babbling
about what a great cocksman — I swear that’s the word
she used — I am, and how she never wants to stop
fucking me. Same old story. Even the whores give it
to me for free.
I finally took her home and let her pay me with
a check. It didn’t bounce either. Too bad, I wanted
an excuse to look that cunt up again…