Flag down a Taxi

Lydia didn’t like the heat, and the package was heavy. Reasoning that getting her first job done quickly might look better to whoever decided if she could just cover her soul, she waved at a Taxi. The cash she had on hand would cover the ride, but that was about all she had. As it pulled over to let her in, she set the package down on the floor next to her so the driver wouldn’t see it as she got in.

“Where, too?” He asked, eying her up in the mirror and smiling with his dark brown lips.

Lydia smiled back as she gave him the address. “I should have the cash to cover the ride, but it would be tight.” She leaned forward to give an eyeful of her cleavage to the driver as she got closer. “I’m terrible at innuendos; let’s pretend I said something about other things being tight or giving each other rides, and let’s work something out.”

“Damn, you are fast, girl.” He smiled, turning around and taking a good look at her as his pants stiffened.

“You are on the clock. I need to be fast. So do you want me on your cock or not?” Lydia licked her lips.

“Parking garage near where we need to go. Nice and private. How about you come up front and get things started?” He suggested as he adjusted his crotch.

“Deal!” Lydia didn’t get out of the car to get in the front. She dove over the seat and twisted around so he could get a good view up her skirt before she sat next to him.

After he adjusted his seat to give her some room, he gently took her by the head. “You white girls are wild.”

Lydia leaned over and unzipped his fly. “Nothing starts until you start driving.”

As he got the taxi moving, Lydia played with the black cock in her hands. She licked along its length to slowly build the anticipation before wrapping her mouth around it. The hand on her head helped get it past her mouth and down her throat. Her well-practised gag reflex, or lack thereof, made sure they both enjoyed the experience. Sloppy sucking noises amidst the city traffic noises, it was definitely a more enjoyable choice than walking. Her drool had covered him by the time he pulled into the lot and moved his seat again to give her more room.

“Let’s see how well that white pussy handles it.” He gently yanked her hair up as she dropped her thong.

“It will take everything you give it.” She climbed onto his lap.

Lydia wanted to face him, but it would be more of a hassle in the front seat than it was worth. Sitting down, feeling the cock pushing into her, she rocked her hips and leaned back on his chest. Fixing the mirror so he could view her tits from above and in front, she pulled them out.

He grabbed them tightly; the AC from the car had already gotten them nice and perky as he pinched and pulled on them. When moans rewarded his roughness, he gripped the tits tighter, his black hands pressing into the white flesh. Thrusting in his seat as best as he could, he felt his cock moving within her and turned his fair clock off; he was getting his payment.

“Gonna bust, unless you want a black breeding, you will swallow for me.” He grunted in anticipation.

Lydia didn’t care, not really; she wasn’t going to get pregnant, but she also didn’t want to be leaking cum while making a delivery. She got off him quickly and tasted her juices as she sucked the cock rapidly while stroking it. He blew his load into her mouth before his hard thrusts and firm hands drove the cock down her throat, where she couldn’t taste it pumping into her. Only once he finished could she swallow what was in her mouth.

“Thanks for the meal; I skipped breakfast.” Lydia wiped her mouth and licked her fingers.

He took a moment to grab her tits again and suck on them both for a minute before letting her go. “You taste good too. Anytime you need a ride, I will give you one.”

“Count on it.” Lydia took one of his cards and retrieved the package from the back.

Her hair was messy, but after fixing her clothing, she left the parking structure and crossed the street to her destination. Getting into the elevator, she rested the package on the floor as it rose, only to heft it back onto her shoulder as she arrived. When she reached the listed unit number, she knocked on the door. A few moments later, when it opened, Lydia saw a red-skinned fiend eying her up.

“Well, hello there. It seems I got the package I ordered, plus another I’d love to unwrap. Would you like to come in and see what you brought me?” he asked, appropriately sporting a devilish grin on his handsome features.

Lydia thought about it, she had just been fucked, but she hadn’t gotten off.