Still Not Breaking The Rules. Technically.

My hand is still on his cock and I'm holding it steady as I shimmy into place. Hovering right above him, his cock throbbingly hard and less than an inch from me.

"Do you feel that?" I ask him, "The heat of it. That's my panty clad cunt hovering right above your bare fucking cock. If I push down, that flimsy little barrier is the only thing that's going to keep you from sliding inside of me. That's the only thing that'll keep my dignity intact."

Pretending to slip, I drop myself down. My hips close maybe half the gap between my panties and the head of his cock, and I see him tense.

"Oops," I smile, innocent and sweet, "Slipped there. Oh can you feel it more now?"

His hands slide up my stocking covered thighs and I growl.

"No fucking touching."

He pulls back as if he's been burned and an apology half stumbles out of his mouth before he turns again and thinks better of it. Narrowing his eyes his hands slowly but deliberately place onto my sides, just above my hips.

"Not breaking any rules here, am I?" he asks.

I bite my bottom lip and pout.

"No," he says, "No rules broken. I can touch above the waist. I can feel your soft and smooth skin. Your warmth. I can even pull you forward."

He does, crushing me against him as I gasp.

"And I can even pull you... down."

And he does.

The cabby has such a grip and he uses it to drag me down and close the gap between us. The head of him touches my panties and god it doesn't feel like there is anything between us. It feels like he is so dangerously close to slipping inside of me and when he does it feels like he'll be so dangerously close to splitting me open, tearing me in half with that big fat cock of his.

"Oh no," I mumble.

"Oh no is right, darling," he says, a cruel grin on his lips, "I swear I was wrong about you. I believe that you are a virgin but I don't have the first clue what kind of game you're playing here. The thing is, though, I don't know that you rightly know either."

His hands push me back and then pull me forward. He guides me back and forth across the head of him, his cock dragging up and down the length of my slit.

And the panties keep me protected. They keep this from technically crossing the line. But beyond that they don't offer much in the way of protection.

I feel him shudder and pulse. My hand on his cock I feel it throb and he is warm and wet and I don't know whether that's from my mouth or his precum. I know that I tasted something salty when I was sucking his cock and I know...

God. This is so fucking dangerous.

My brow furrows with worry and that's simultaneous with the moment when he holds my hips still with the head of him right perfectly pressed against the entrance to my sex. And he pulls down with his hands while his hips almost instinctively thrust up.

He does neither with enough pressure to actually make anything happen. He isn't trying to fuck me right now, not just yet. But he wants me to know that he could.

I feel him press inside, not fully parting and not fully entering but fuck if he's right there, so fucking close to me. I feel him shudder and throb and I feel my sex ache for him and then he pulls away again, dragging me up and making it so that the gap of air is back between us again.

"So what are you fucking doing here, darling? What is it that you fucking want from me?"

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